Late Night Lesson

Faris was angry. He was angry because he had been beaten. Again. Nobody else could beat him in a duel. He had been always at the top of his class and had been praised consistently because of it. There was no fallibility in House Delemonte. His parents made sure of that, and now, so did he. He was the greatest duellist his teacher had ever produced. Yet he still couldn't even touch her. He glared at his rapier as he sat against the wall of the training hall. The same situation again. Nothing had changed.

"My my, couldn't even land a single blow. I'd feel better about winning if you could even touch me,"

She stood in front of him in all her glory. She would always wear that smirk until someone beat it off her. So she'd wear it for life then he thought glumly. She would probably be prettier and less infuriating without it. She was extremely pretty even with it. Half the men in her class only came because they would get taught by a lady wearing a skin tight bodysuit. That hadn't mattered to Faris. Most of the time… He shook his head and look up at his teacher, swearing to himself not to get caught staring again.

Fiora was if anything, contrast. The undeniably beautiful sleek face with thin red lips, poised ready to smirk at whatever instance she possibly could. The heroes of old could've used that very expression to piss off the gods. It was accompanied by sharp bright eyes as if lashes could cut, a small angled nose placed right in the middle of it all. Her shoulder length black hair covered a good portion of her face. The portion she knew would never get hit she had always boasted. Marriage proposals had apparently come in dozens as men gazed upon her beautiful face. Fear smashed into his nerves as he stared into her face. Yet despite everything, she was undeniably cold to men. The image of her being a beautiful maiden was easily shattered through the insults she threw out at her own students. To him. Faris cast his eyes down from her face but her body was just as much a distraction, if not more so.

Faris gritted his teeth as her body came into view. It's what half the men in the room were really for. Seeing the women in tight black body suits. Several women were also in for the same reason. The men in tight black bodysuits were a draw of those women of lower class Faris had noted. He'd huffed at the crowd surrounding him, eyes drawn to him. It was his body they were interested in, his form, not the person. His muscles flexed through that memorable session as pairs of eyes bored into him as if to glimpse something, something more. Now, his eyes nowhere else to go, he stared straight ahead into her divine body and considered possibly what those women had been thinking. What if he could see… more?

Her body was divine. The suit clung to every curve and contour that was her body, he could see her where her belly button was. Like it was a small serene lake surrounded by softly curving landscapes. He saw the faint abs surrounding the belly button leading up to the gently curve of her ribs that were contained by her hourglass figure. He followed the curve of her body as it led up to her ample bust jutting out in front of her, encased in the golden breastplate. It had no doubt been made for her specifically, her breasts too big for the ordinary chest pieces other women wore. The lines of the design on it spiralled around her impressive bust, augmenting, intensifying their shape. His eyes lingered on them as he wondered if they really were that impossibly perky outside of the vice that squeezed them tightly. His eyes glanced up to her neck and shoulders. Her delicate chin came into vision, filling him with fear again as his breath caught and his sharp-eyes diverted themselves from the potential of eye to eye down to her midriff heading back down to her midriff.

However, he couldn't stop his gaze from going lower. The curve of her body was too inviting for him not to look at. He was brought up without much practice courtship. His family had always believed his ability should come first and not his relationships. He had wholeheartedly agreed. The women, who had actually shown a proper interest in him had been lacking in something. Manner. None ever thought of their own strength. He felt he would be more at home on the streets of Piltover like those cops he had hear so much about. He had instead trained and trained and trained but now? He couldn't stop staring. The curve of her body flared out past her navel, her muscular trim thighs holding up an ass he... had no choice but to think about. The few times he had seen it, since she always faced him like a true opponent, he had already begun to dream of it. It was damn near perfect. He respected it for its size, it was like a bulging peach pressing against the suit. He scattered his thoughts and his eyes refocused. He gawked at the sight in front of him, the suit pressing out the shape perfectly. A bulging cameltoe. He could see the little line where the petals of her sex were drawn out. Nothing more than an innocent little slit right down the middle with two rounded curves on each side. Faris felt his dick prodding against his suit, struggling agianst the skin-tight confines. He tried to not imagine everything he would do with the little pussy. He reprimanded himself and looked down. What was he going to become at this rate?

"Are you quite sure you're done thinking about whether you're going to face me or not?" Faris gulped but relief washed over him. She hadn't noticed anything. He breathed heavily and looked up defiantly, crossing his arms strategically so that nobody would notice the stretching of his own body suit around his groin. He stomach gurgled as he looked directly at her, waiting for her reaction.

"Good, now that you've faced me I can happily say to your face congratulations on losing to me again. Do try a little harder next time, feels bad to win so often," The smirk returned to Fiora's face. Faris gritted his teeth and stood up. Crap. She was the same height as him. He gulped back his mistake at trying to intimidate and glared at her.

"Then it'll feel so much better when I win then," he growled back. He was going to beat her and he would stain her unbeaten honour. He would finally prove his own honour and be the best duellist in Demacia.

"If, you ever win. As if a man could win against me," Fiora laughed and turned on her heel, walking primly away from him. Faris glared at her as she wiggled her peach perfect ass with every sway of her hips walking away.

Alright. Fuck it. Change of plan. Honour out the window. Petty tactics here we come.

In Individual review. No one had to watch them duel. Not anymore. It was just going to be satisfying enough just to beat her. And her being unable to deny that he did. She was a woman of honour after all and if he beat her, god he was going to milk it. Anticipation filled him as he waited in the training room, the two chairs in the open space so they could review eye to eye with no interruptions. He had signed up for the last one in the day, anyone else coming afterwards for review would see the state Fiora would be in after the duel and tongues would wag. So alone, no one else afterwards, just a duel between Fiora and himself. Faris struggled to keep his arms from shaking as he brought out the table and put cups of tea on them. This was seriously going far for just beating her in a duel but he had to do it. He had to. There was no other way he thought glumly to himself. He wasn't going to beat her. At least not in honourable fencing.

Faris pulled out the little bottle he had purchased earlier in the day. Concentrated alcohol. Let's see her duel whilst drunk. He smiled to himself, the idea of victory calming his nerves slightly as he unscrewed the lid. The cap spun off the bottle and out of his shaking fingers. It rolled across the floor. Faris stood completely still until the cap came to a complete stop, clattering against the floor. He forced himself to stand up straight. Take two seconds to breathe. Right. Faris walked over to the tea cup and poured in the required amount, at least the recommended amount by the kindly shopkeeper who had sold it to him. His hands shaking a little as he held onto the bottle and walked over to the cap, picking it up carefully. He screwed the lid back. Walked over to his seat. Sat down. His fingers stopped shaking. It'd go fin-

Fiora opened the door to the softly lit training room and sauntered in. Faris watched her with baited breath. She still wore her tight black bodysuit, the only difference from training yesterday was she didn't wear the gloves, her legs and breasts still clad in armour. She parked her large ass on the ornate little wooden chair opposite him and looked down at the small table between them, eyeing her tea.

"Faris you've been slacking," He jumped. She said without looking up from the tea. Fear filled him as she continued staring at the tea cup. Had she noticed? How could she tell? What was she going to do to him?

Fiora drained the tea cup. She placed the cup on its saucer gently, smacked her lips and then licked them very very slowly, her tongue tracing around the thin pursed lips which curved into a smile. The smile quickly dropped as Fiora realised who she was staring at. Well crap.

"Well as one of my best students I'll give you credit for being both a dedicated smile ball and not a whiny bitch. Just an ordinary bitch. Better than most men that come here at least," She spat out as easily as some people in the world would say please and thank you. God he so wanted to slap her just to shut her up. He fucking hated her. The entire reason that he was not the best in the city. He could practically feel the revenge. He would get what he came for. Anticipation, not nervousness filled his body.

"I'm the best student you have, male or female maam," Faris pointed out with slightly gritted teeth. He tapped his foot carefully. Wait. Bid time for it to take effect. She would feel it soon enough.

The smirk appeared on her face again just before she burst into laughter. She clutched her sides whilst Faris sat there, full prepared to take it this time. She could say whatever she liked right now. It was going to be sweet. "All of the girls in my class are better than any man Faris. You are no exception to this,"

"Is that why they all lost to me? So you only face me to protect them because, let me get this correct, they're all better than me despite losing?" Faris smiled to himself knowing what buttons to press. Fiora hated being proved wrong so it was easy to antagonise her, she would do anything to be right. His reward was perfect. A frown. It was so easy to be coy with this one.

He watched as she breathed in. Oh, maybe this time she had learnt something. She crossed her legs in front of him, ballet dancer feet constrained by the suit "Yet," She exhaled "You still cannot beat a single woman," she patted her chest with pride. This time something changed. It was a smile, not a smirk. A smile with malice. She must really hate him to even stop herself from lashing out and instead give the scathing remark. Or maybe the alcohol was taking effect. Too little too late to reveal your true thoughts, teacher.

"Wanna duel for real then? See who really puts their life on the line?" Faris gulped. The hard bit, convincing her to duel right now. His hands started shaking again as he glanced over at the swords standing next to the wall. Hers and his. Ready and waiting. They cast long shadows against the polished floor, the sun sinking slowly lower. He turned back to Fiora expecting to see anger or disbelief or something that would shut down the entire plan.

A raised eyebrow. Faris gulped. Crossed arms. He blinked and glared right into her eyes. She really was going to take the bait. His mind whited out as he stared at her, barely remembering to keep his demeanour firm. Challenge her. His fingers twitched. Her response, what was it to be?

"You've got guts Faris, I'll give you that," Fiora chewed her lips in front of him. She glared at the swords. Several centuries went past for Faris so he picked up his tea and drank most of it. She glanced his way several times. The thoughts of reviewing were gone. Now it all lay on the sword. Nervousness finally started settling in. Did the drink have any effect on her? The outside world seemed to have no purpose anymore. Even the reason why he was doing this seemed foreign and strange, thinking about it. His lips were dry and he licked them. The swallow caught in his throat. The silence mounted becoming like a roaring wave.

"Very well," The swell stopped. Silence. Fiora glared at him. "Let's duel,"

"First to make a mark on the other?" Faris asked, standing up. Suddenly he felt more powerful than he had ever been in his entire life. Like he didn't even need the alcohol. What an idiot he was relying on it. He internally sighed and scratched his head.

Fiora stood. "No. First to 3 marks on the other," Her eyes flashed a glare at him, complete seriousness had taken over her facial features. No smirk. No smile. A proper challenge. "Life on the line correct? Can you stop me from killing you where you stand?"

"And what if I kill you?" Faris poised back. He didn't even realise he had said it at first but it became a thought. What if. Could she lose to him? Would they both die here? Faris set his mouth. The challenge had been made. The duel was set. They would cross swords. One would win. Fiora looked at him.

She said nothing.

They both prepared in silence. The chairs went out of the room out of their way and the long mat was set forth. The small table was shoved to a corner of the room where its cute design could not distract the combatants. Swords drawn. Positions taken. Fiora and Faris bowed. Took their stance. Then waited.

Waited for the other one to make the first move.

Silence.

Then, slowly, Fiora fell sideways crashing into the floor.

Faris blinked. The bottle felt really really heavy in his back pocket now.

Faris paced the entire room in a matter of seconds. The training room was a damn big room as well. After he had finalised his resolve, after he had been prepared to die by the sword to prove himself right his petty plan had thrown it all down the drain. He cleaned quickly. He put away the sword back in their cases, the table back to where it should be when the students arrive in the morning. Thankfully nobody would come up here but the guards would pace the building every hour or so.

He cast his gaze down at the sleeping Fiora as he piled up the rope that held the curtains open. Each closed with a gentle swish as the room was cast into lamplight. He really wanted to run but he knew better. The last thing she would see is him then wake up with no one else there? Great way to implicate you've just knocked out a captain of the guard. He dropped the golden rope into a pile and walked over to the sleeping body that was his teacher, fear causing him to tiptoe towards her.

He had removed her armour. Sleeping in armour would've caused serious fatigue and after… well he did at least care for her a little. Even if she hated him. He grumbled and looked her over. She appeared fine. Just her entire body up to her neck covered in the black bodysuit each of them wore. He poked her shoulder and she stirred a little, her breasts wobbling dangerously in front of him. She breathed softly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. Well he hadn't completely screwed up, she was breathing.

He jumped as a groan came from the sleeping body. He watched carefully as eyes fluttered open then locked immediately onto him filling him with dread. The glare would probably haunt him to his grave. She rolled over and groaned, her hands coming up and clutching her head.

"Sword…" He heard her say in more of a moan than anything. "Give me my sword…"

Faris dared to shuffle a little closer and tried looking over her to see if he could see her face. "Why do you need your sword?"

Fiora flipped round sluggishly, her entire body flopping against him as she grabbed his suit by his neck "So I can cut your fucking balls off," she growled her eyes unfocused.

Fear struck Faris knowing full well what he had done. He grabbed her hands and shoved her off him onto the floor. Thankfully the mat was still out he thought. What had he done? He shuffled away from her but still she managed to lunge at him. He rolled out of the way and into the pile of ropes. A desperate idea entered his head as he grasped for whatever straws he could. He grabbed the ropes with one hand and caught her lunging hand in the other. Scuffling with her dangerous hands he wrapped them together clumsily, rolling on top of her and pinning her down with his legs. His mistake he soon found out was not keeping an eye on her legs. Her legs came up and hit him in the back of the head bowling him over her and sprawling out on the floor. He groaned as he rolled over, pushing himself onto his hands and knees. Fiora lay on her back in front of him, her drunk hands trying to untie the rope. He shuffled over and flung himself onto her legs, grabbing her knees and holding them down in case she aimed for his face again. Grabbing another length of rope he quickly bundled up her feet whilst trying to stop her struggling underneath him as she rolled around, still trying to hit him with her tied up hands whilst yelling drunken insults at him. Tying it off he collapsed to the side, shaking as she thrashed wildly trying to get out of the bonds.

"You absolute piece of shit! You unattractive slob of a man!" She yelled. He remembered the guards and stomach felt really empty as the drop of fear went through it, suddenly filling him up. Faris grabbed another rope and put it against her mouth. It quickly fell off. Fiora spat as the rope fell off, hitting him right in the face. Other men would've paid for this. Faris panicked and several failed attempts with the rope later looked around the room for something else to stuff her mouth as Fiora sluggishly spat out the taste of rope.

Faris' eyes spied the tablecloth on the small table in the corner of the room. He ran to it, pulled it like a magician keeping all condiments still on the table, and ran back to his struggling drunk killer captive. He quickly gagged her, her yells becoming muffled incoherent noises, still somehow managing to sound out the word "fuck" and "you" very quietly despite the gag.

Relief washed over Faris and he collapsed down next to Fiora, shaking slightly. He felt the soft hits of her head and tied up feet and head against his side. They were becoming weaker. He rolled his eyes and looked at her. Hair all over the place covering most of her face, breasts heaving squished between her arms, sweat starting to appear on her forehead as she struggled. She tried screaming through the gagged but it came out as a gurgle. In her weakened state, Faris almost felt relaxed.

"Yeah well you'd be more attractive if you fixed that personality of yours," He said angrily, poking her forehead hard with a single finger. Fiora winced and growled at him "Just shut up before we get caught and implicated in something," Faris growled back and lay down next to her.

He didn't feel any other hits come his way.

She had fallen asleep.

An hour later she had woken up and, almost to be expected, seemed to have gotten all her anger back. They both sat on their knees facing one another. It was getting hot constantly being in the bodysuits. Sweat was starting to appear on both of their foreheads.

"I'm gonna remove the gag now alright?" Fear had settled back in Faris. He wasn't a bad person at heart so it felt wrong to keep her gagged. Not that wrong to keep her tied up considering his life would end as soon as he untied her, but pretty wrong to still gag her. He reached forwards around her head and slowly, carefully allowed it to drop away. Fiora had none of it though and spat it into his face.

"I am going to cut off your dick and feed it to you," She hissed, her words like throwing knifes. Faris gulped and gritted his teeth, trying not to get angry at her.

"I am going to have you humiliated on the streets of Demacia every day until you die!" Fiora yelled panting, spit flying at Faris through the air. These ropes were infuriating. The alcohol had worn off but the ropes, god they itched. She had to get out of here, out of these ropes, out of this suit, out into a cold shower where she could just cool down. Anger filled her, anger at the man in front of her and what he had done to her. This had never ever happened before, they all bowed towards her, all of those men scum. None of them had ever been good enough for her and this one had gone way too far. She needed him grovelling.

Faris failed at controlling himself. Anger filled him combining with his fear until he didn't know what he was going to do. He got up, his mind hurriedly putting a plan together, walked around behind her and grabbed her ropes that tied her hands behind her back and pulled hard on them, tightening them. Fiora cried out as her hands were painfully crushed together.

"Listen… uh… bitch," He said, shaking slightly. His anger pushed him on despite his fear and shaking hands. "You've no idea… what I'm capable of,"

It sounded good. It emboldened him saying it finally but what emboldened him even more; Fiora had fallen completely silent. Faris grinned as he reached down and tightened the golden rope around her feet, Fiora crying out painfully again. He sauntered slowly around to her front.

"Now…uh…" Faris stumbled. He had no idea where to go from here. Silence filled the room as he noticed Fiora's pleading eyes. He blinked. Shock filled him. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so weak. It was jaw dropping. And she had never looked so beautiful, her harsh cold demeanour had been thrown away to reveal a softer interior. His crotch started hardening as something so beautiful and ravaging appeared out of nowhere. Faris gulped as his anger threatened to leave him with only his fear. He rallied himself. "Stop struggling or I'll gag you again!" He said in a whisper, fear of the guard patrolling the building.

"Fuck… you..." Fiora whispered out of shaking lips looking directly at him. She panted hard, her massive bust heaving. It stunned him. So she was a bitch through and through. But a scared one. Faris sat still, unable to think of anything else to do. Silence filled the room. Anger but a little bit of admiration filled him as he looked at her, heart thumping against his ribcage.

There was the sound of a liquid, dripping. The sound of it splattering against the varnished wooden floor. Faris looked around. It sounded close. He looked towards its direction, Fiora in his way. Then looked down.

Faris gulped. Loudly. Another drip from the bottom of her bodysuit. Right inbetween her knees she was sitting on was where the liquid originated from. Faris' mind blanked. His eyes watched mesmerised as another drop formed right through the suit, gathering. Then it fell, splattering onto the floor.

Drip.

Faris smiled as his anger rose within him. Payback would be sweet, payback would feel great. Payback would be… difficult. Faris remembered the amount of sexual encounters he had had with women. The name Jack suddenly rang through his mind. Specifically jack shit. Fear rose through him again as he stood, his body seemingly not under his control.

"You spineless… little… bitch," Fiora squeaked out, shaking as he towered above her. He had noticed hadn't he? Her nether lips burbled and she couldn't stop herself from licking her lips ready. Her entire body felt hot, sweat forming and soaking her bodysuit. Her breasts itched, her nipples starting to harden.

Faris' hands went for his bodysuit and started unzipping it. It slowly peeled off him until all of a sudden he was completely naked in front of her. He felt exposed, vulnerable. His hard cock standing tall in front of him. His eyes latched onto her body, her sweet lithe sexy body that jiggled with every breath. He stepped forwards, fear taking hold of him. He placed his hand on the top of her head and brought his burning hard cock in front of her mouth.

"Suck," His voice cracked as he said it. Fiora looked up at him, her pleading eyes never changing. Faris blushed, coughed, then hit his chest with his other hand.

"Suck it," he said in a voice now way too low. He mentally slapped himself as he watched Fiora's eyes swivel down from his face to the pulsating member in front of her. Silence filled the air for a while. Fiora's head went forwards slowly. He watched, stunned, as she opened her lips slowly and sealed them around the knob of his cock. He panted slightly, the sensitive flesh being touched by her red lips. He stared as she went further down the lengthy pole in front of her, her mouth sealed around it as her eyes turned slowly up towards him. His cock twitched.

Fiora sucked gently. There was a lot of cock still to go so she dived deeper. His cock twitched his her mouth, his hips bucking occasionally. She coughed whenever she felt it hit the back of her throat, unable to get any deeper. She salivated over it and then looked directly up at him as she bobbed up and down the hot dick. His face contorted in pleasure, occasional small groans escaping from his lips. Her hands started struggling again to be free but this time she knew it wasn't to beat him. The smell coming from the appendage in her mouth was overpowering. Her long tongue caressed the underside of the big, heady cock. Faris made a face, it looked like it was just too good for the boy. Fiora sucked harder, needier than before. Her cheeks went inwards as her hungry pussy salivated below her. Her head moved fasted up and down the meaty pole, coughs and splutters causing spit to go flying every time it hit the back of her throat, the swollen knob practically glowing inside her mouth. She could feel the veins pulsate as she ran her tongue over them. Her body shook with anticipation as from within her came a long drawn out moan, Faris' cock caught the brunt of it causing it to vibrate inside the hot wet hole it was currently stuck in. She felt a hand on her head but her mouth was unwilling to let go of the cock, she was unwilling, and she tried to force herself deeper on it only causing her to hack and cough in pain as he grabbed her hair and pulled her completely off. Fiora gasped, inhaling air in large gulps of air as her lungs screamed for more. Her throat gargled and coughed up a serious amount of spit as she heaved in air.

Faris smiled as he looked at her. Her lips were puffy from overuse on his cock. He could see her lipstick marks on his appendage, noting how far she had gone done. God it was hot. Her mouth had been full of him up until that point. He held her head more gently as she bent over coughing, her airway now free of the thing previously stuffing it full. She was acting much better now. They both panted hard, the last of the spit and dribble falling onto her breasts. She looked up at him, mouth hanging open with a pleading look in her eyes. Faris smiled and pushed her, causing her to lose her balance and fall back onto the floor with a heavy thud.

Fiora gasped in slight pain as she hit the floor, her massive ass cushioned her mostly. She gulped in air, her breasts rising and falling in front of her. She could see her nipples through her black bodysuit eager to escape their tight confines. She shook as she watched Faris lower himself to his knees and crawl over to her, his hands grabbing her thighs and spreading them far apart. She tried holding back moans as his fingers went towards where her labia was, his touch causing her raging wet furnace to send her into sweet ecstasy. Fiora felt his fingers outline the cameltoe through her suit, her entire body trembling as wash after wash of pleasure seeped through her like the coming of a tidal wave. Her body jolted as he pressed his fingers into the suit as if trying to get inside her through the suit. She gasped, a little in pain and pleasure, as his fingers on both hands pinched. Fiora yelped as she felt her suit slacken around her slightly and heard the massive tear echo in the room. She glared infuriated then threw a glance at the door hoping no one had heard. Not that it would stop her captor she thought. Her pussy dribbled out more fluids now that it was free from its confinements, the air of the room blowing on it gently. She looked down as she felt his hands around her feet and cried out then gritted her teeth as she was flipped onto her front, her breasts painfully squishing, cushioning her with their puffy size.

Faris smiled as he crawled on his hands and knees towards his prey, almost all gone. Her ass was up in the air and on display for him now that he had teared her suit open. It wobbled effortlessly as Fiora tried to get up slightly, her body shaking with the effort. Faris laid a hand on it and watched Fiora freeze. His hand squeezed the pliant flesh, his fingers sinking into the previously thought taut thing of beauty. He revelled in it, all other students would lust after this thing and here it was, bare in the flesh and all his. He crawled over her, his front pressing against her back as he felt his cock slide between her ass cheeks comfortably, the flesh invitingly hot and supple. He lined up his cock with her pussy and brought his head down next to her ear.

"I wonder if you're a virgin…" He whispered in her ear. He heard her whimper below him. Her ass came up and squeezed his cock between the soft, elastic cheeks.

She was panting. He watched her head turn up until she could spot him with one eye, her face begging. "Please… don't…." She whimpered out.

"Too late for that," Faris growled low and slammed his hips down, his cock smashing through the tight entrance into her.

Fiora screamed. Faris quickly brought his hands to her mouth muffling her. There was however nothing to hold him up causing him to fall onto her. Fiora slammed hard into the floor, her scream turned into sort of a squeak as all air left her, her breasts getting crushed beneath the two of them. Faris struggled with her for several minutes in an attempt to keep her quiet but when she finally bit down on his hands causing him to stop muffling her she gasped for air and just…inhaled. She didn't call for the guards nor scream out again. Faris watched her, unsteady. She had feared him enough to go this far but not sex? He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees to give her more space to breath, glaring at the back of her head as if she had done something wrong. She coughed then rested her head against the floor, moaning slightly.

"I meant… wrong hole… fucking moron…" Fiora panted out, her entire body rising and falling with every breath.

Faris blushed and looked down. She was right. Obviously. His cock buried deep in her ass being gripped extremely tightly by the outer ring. His face felt so hot it was a surprise his cock was still hard. Gritting his teeth, he put his hands on her shoulders and forced her down into the floor again.

"S-so you are… an… anal virgin," Faris said frantically in an attempt to regain control, panting as he rapidly thought of how to humiliate her more as his cock flowed pleasure throughout his body. Nothing came to mind.

"Please take it out… it hurts…" Fiora whimpered her voice muffled as her face was pressed sideways into the floor.

Faris groaned as he felt her ass squeeze him. It was tight enough already and seemed to be drawing it in but he relented. He started drawing his cock out of her ass but something made him look down at Fiora. She was biting her bottom lip. God she looked damn sexy doing that, her now puffy lips even more pronounced. He pulled out all the way until it was only his knob still left inside her, the sphincter gripping it hard, unwilling to let it go. He smiled as an evil thought came into his head. He slammed his hips back down, smacking against her ass. Fiora moaned loudly and the sweet relief of victory burst inside Faris.

"If it's painful, you just need to train it. Isn't that what you told me Fiora?" Faris whispered in her ear. Fiora's mouth hung open as she moaned at him slowly drawing his cock out of her ass only to slam it back into her again. Her entire body jolted as pleasure swam through her. She had never felt like this before. Men hadn't been able to satisfy her or make her aroused. All had bowed down before her, waiting to be abused by her. But this, this wild uncontrollable situation. Pleasure swam up and into her mind, each wave getting bigger than the last as thrusts got faster and faster, bottoming out inside her ass every time her mind slowly whiting out.

Faris proceeded to ass fuck Fiora into the ground. He buried his head into her hair, the sweaty slimy smell coming from the both of them overpowering. He groaned loudly as pleasure traversed through him, his entire body screaming for more as her ass gripped him tighter and tighter, unwilling to release his cock. They moaned together in harmony, panting like crazy as their bodies couldn't keep up with the non-stop fucking that would only stop till they came. Faris hilted himself inside the panting and moaning Fiora, the slaps echoing throughout the room as they forgot all about the security guards and lost themselves in each other's bodies.

Fiora crumpled into the ground, her knees unable to hold her up any longer. She felt bloated each time the cock bottomed out inside her. The wet slaps of her sweaty ass connecting with his hips echoed through the room, filling her mind with the rhythm. Pleasure flowed through her as the friction was too much, her pussy complaining as it had no action. It itched and screamed but the pleasure was overpowering. It dribbled, the slick juices flowing freely. Her breasts wanted more. They were stuck in the now itchy confines of a wet bodysuit, not getting enough stimulation. Everything made her want more. She tried shaking her hips in some way to make him reach different places inside of her, to reach further, the thick cock ripping her open.

Fiora's breath went away as she heard the smack echo throughout the room. Faris had slapped her ass and watched it jiggle under his hand. He smiles as the feeling of it in his fingers, squeezing both cheeks. His slower longer thrusts felt amazing as the friction dragged all the way along his cock, pulling out until just the knob remained in, the sphincter squeezing tight. He did short little thrusts from there, his knob pulling and pushing her the squeezing ring. He smiled and let his hips slam back down onto her ass. He ploughed into her over and over and over again, Fiora's breath being taken away. The tightness, the sweat, heat, pleasure. Everything melded together in one big tsunami of stinking smelly sex.

Suddenly it became incredibly tight as Fiora screeched. Her ass squeezed him and gripped him for all it could. It was almost impossible to move. He swapped to doing shorter faster thrust inside her to catch up to her, the pressure building inside him. He pounded her lithe fat ass into oblivion, her entire body shaking with every thrust and slam, sweat flying off their bodies and onto the floor. Right there, unable to draw out, he finished crashing down to earth.

Faris collapsed on top of Fiora with an oomph. Fiora squealed slightly as his cock ploughed deeper into her and started unloading torrent after torrent of pearly thick white cum. His mind felt dizzy, like a really bad headache, as the rest of his body screamed in pleasure, almost sore from it. He rolled off his captive and collapsed onto the floor, his cock finally popping free of her ass. A small slow sticky trail of the white fluid emptied itself out of the abused hole and onto the floor.

They both lay there panting for some time. Faris picked himself up momentarily, turned Fiora over so she was onto her back then collapsed back down next to her then closed his eyes.

"I fucking hate you," Fiora said panting. She wasn't looking at him.

"I'd have never have guessed, fuck you too," Faris resigned himself. It was over. He was gonna be shamed for life. He had not only drugged his teacher by accident but then fucked her. Correction: Ass fucked her. She fucking deserved it as well he thought. She was such a bitch.

"You are by far the worst man I've ever met," Fiora strained out, struggling to get out of the ropes. Faris smiled tiredly as he watched her attempt and fail. She lay back down with a huff.

"Guess I'm no longer a student then," Faris crossed his arms and felt the draining of his body heat as his naked self slowly came down off the sex high it had been having. Man it still felt good. That ass was glorious.

"You're stopping? But you're my best student," Fiora looked across at him, suddenly serious. Fiora realised what she had just said, her face turning rosy pink and her face quickly turned away in a pathetic attempt to hide it.

"You're not gonna… get rid of me? For what I just did?" Faris posed with a raised eyebrow, confused. Fiora never backed down on anything that she said.

"What you did is utterly terrible, degrading, painful and almost certainly a crime by now. You're a sullen waste of space," Fiora huffed as she turned back to face him. Faris groaned and slammed his head back into the wood with a large thump. She swallowed hard, her voice becoming extremely small "But I… didn't dislike it. Or you," she muttered more to the floor than to Faris. "I'm gonna be sore in the morning,"

Faris' eyes widened as Fiora's face turned red. He couldn't believe his luck.

He still couldn't believe it the next day as he stood and watched the other students take part in mock duels. The rubbish fake swords were out for everyone to practice on as people went back and forth.

Fiora walked over to him, waving and shouting "Hey look its second place! How's standing there doing nothing but wasting time feel like?"

Faris groaned. She hadn't changed a bit. "What is it teacher?"

"Oh nothing, just reminding you you still haven't won a single match against me," Fiora smiled her cold mocking smile at him. She did however stand next to him and watched the other students duel. Strange. She usually never stood with any man. Faris ignored her for as long as he could but the memory of what happened last night was too overpowering for him not to question it.

"So nothing happened last night?" He asked out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes still on the other students.

"Not that anyone but us would know about it," Fiora muttered back, her voice holding none of the challenge and daggers it usually did.

Faris raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. So something did happen last night and she most definitely remembered. And she had decided to keep him around. She couldn't… Faris pondered for a while, not focusing on the students.

"I'm… free tonight," She muttered, most definitely looking away from him. Faris almost fell over his shock was so much. He struggled to keep a straight face or do absolutely nothing. He coughed, patted his chest and glanced around the room, gulping hard realising he had been kept around for other… reasons. He had no idea what to expect or even do next, nervousness filling him.

"Face me in a duel," He muttered to her, grasping at straws.

"Tonight? Like… last night's duel? Fiora gulped, brushing her nose hoping her hand would hide her slight blush.

"No, like right now. Duel me properly right now," Faris hit her hip with his own, trying to make her more aware of the room and students.

Fiora jolted up straight marginally. She chewed her lips "Why? You suck and you're just gonna lose again,"

Faris smiled and leant down slightly, uncrossing his arms "Let's make a deal then, if I lose, I get to punish you tonight, bitch," he reached across behind both of them and rested his hand on a massive, squishy cheek. Despite the black bodysuit it was just like touching the real thing. He would know. He squeezed hard, Fiora releasing a small "Eep!" as his hands sunk into the flesh then let it spring back. She quickly composed herself to look serious and punched him in the shoulder.

Faris smiled to himself as he walked off to grab his sword.

Generally, feeling a little better. And of course as I'm writing this I'm going down again but hey, when a 21 year old can watch Yugioh and feel alright. I think I'm doing okay.

Been an interesting couple of weeks. Graduation and all. Just… argh. Yeah. Fuck off depression. Seriously, go fuck off.

Alright, back in the game, let's do this.

A punch to the left, a kick in the ribs to the right. Please make this depression go away so I can get up and fucking do things! I WANT TO BECOME BETTER.

Well I just wasted my life again having hope that a movie would be better than. Gets disappointed again. And yet movies like Dunkirk which are amazing restore hope. Plz restore hope to me film industry. This paragraph was so badly written! IS SO BADLY WRITTEN HOLY HELL.

The Doorway To Summer is on my reading list next. Just gotta finish this story then I can start reading another book. Come on body! Stop screaming at me to not do anything, that's the depression talking! Who cares if you're basically paralysed! Get up and fuckin TYPE.

Just like to say a thank you to Caravere to giving me a story that wasn't super cliché and done a million times before.

And to my betareaders – YOU GLORIOUS SONS OF BITCHES

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I owe these guys a lot and I owe you, my audience, a lot as well. I just want to say thank you for sticking with me. Some of you messaging me and how I'm doing through this shitty time I'm having is a god send and it's amazingly nice whenever someone pops me a message to ask how I'm doing or if they wanna talk, beta read or anything. Seriously, thank you for reading this. Seriously.

I promise I'll beat this depression and get my emotions back one day. I promise.