After her final class of the day, Anissa lingered in the classroom, her mind on the challenges ahead. The students had performed well, but she could sense that they needed more than just tactical lessons. Something deeper gnawed at her—a restlessness that hadn't been satisfied in weeks.
The sound of the door opening drew her attention. Lira entered the room with a playful smile, her hips swaying slightly as she approached Anissa. There was a certain light in her eyes, the same one that had been there the last time they were together.
"Well, well, if it isn't the mighty Lupin Tiger," Lira teased, her voice laced with amusement. She circled Anissa slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. "You look even more dangerous today."
'Oh fuck… not now, not now, stay down, stay down soldier.' Anissa thought as she squeezed her fist to redirect blood flow as she steadied her breathing, now was probably not a good time to blue balled, not like any time is.
Anissa clenched her jaw, trying to ignore the rush of heat that spread through her body. She gently pushed Lira away, intending to put some distance between them, but underestimated her strength. The push sent Lira flying out of the classroom, her body slamming into the wall with a dull thud.
Anissa's eyes widened in panic. 'Damn it. I thought I had it under control. In all my years, why is it now that this happens? I don't think there is any Viltrumite with my problem, am I a failure? Is this how the half-bloods feel?' she thought, her heart pounding as she rushed toward Lira, worried that she'd seriously hurt her. But before Anissa could apologise, Lira bounced back to her feet, grinning like a wild animal who had just been provoked.
"Oh, so that's how it is?" Lira said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You want to play rough?"
'You crazy bit-' Anissa thought.
Without warning, Lira charged at Anissa with surprising speed, her fists swinging in controlled but powerful strikes. Anissa sighed inwardly, not wanting to engage, but found herself hovering just above her work desk, dodging Lira's attacks effortlessly.
She didn't even need to look. Each of Lira's strikes missed her by inches as Anissa floated above her, her movements so precise that she barely had to exert any effort. Lira grunted in frustration as her punches and kicks failed to land, but the more she missed, the more determined she became.
Anissa remained composed, hands behind her back as though assessing one of her students. Her expression stayed stern, almost bored, as she skillfully avoided every attack.
Lira finally stopped, panting heavily, her face flushed from the exertion. "Damn it, Anissa," she said between breaths, bending over to catch her breath. "You could at least pretend to be trying. Geez, is that the difference between you Generals and the rest of us? Damn."
Anissa raised an eyebrow, still hovering gracefully. "You're going to need more than that to land a hit."
Lira chuckled, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I can't wait for you to start combat training with these brats. They'll learn more in one session with you than they ever could with me."
Anissa's eyes flickered with intrigue. Combat training? She hadn't considered teaching her students anything beyond tactics. But perhaps that would be an interesting challenge. She filed the thought away for later and decided she'd give it some more serious consideration.
"Maybe," Anissa said thoughtfully, her voice softening. "We'll see, but haven't they already undertaken--"
"Yes they have, but those were the normal rites. I mean, being trained or beaten by someone like you is likely to give them better pointers than sparring amongst themselves or competing." Lira added.
With that, she turned and left the classroom, leaving Lira still panting in the aftermath of their playful fight. As she soared through the sky, flying past the neon-lit cityscape of Viltrum, her mind wandered to the next destination on her list.
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The sleek, modern lines of the Porsche apartment complex stood out among the rest of the buildings in the city. Anissa flew toward it, her eyes scanning the area until she found the familiar entrance to Maya's apartment. Maya was one of the most well-known tacticians in the Viltrum Empire, her mind sharp and her strategies often unmatched. Anissa had always respected her.
One of the doors to Maya's apartment was ajar, and Anissa's instincts immediately sharpened. She hovered inside cautiously, her senses on high alert. The room was filled with a hazy fog, almost like a cloud of smoke, and she had to shield her nose from the irritating scent.
She hovered slowly, her body tensing in case she needed to react. The thick haze made it difficult to see, but she could hear movement—someone coughing, followed by the sound of glass clinking. Anissa braced herself, prepared to perform her duties as a Viltrumite warrior, ready to intervene if necessary.
But then, a familiar figure emerged from the fog.
Maya stepped into view, holding a beaker filled with a strange liquid. She was wearing nothing from the waist up, her B-cup breasts jiggling slightly as she coughed. Her skin, normally healthy and radiant, looked pale and slightly gaunt. It was as if she had missed several meals in a row, her body lacking the energy it usually radiated.
Anissa's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly turned her gaze away, feeling a sudden strain in her pants. Maya looked almost fragile, her usual confident demeanor replaced by exhaustion.
"Maya," Anissa began, her voice cautious, "what's going on here?"
Maya looked up at her with a weak smile, her hands still clutching the beaker. "Experimenting," she said, her voice raspy from the coughing. "I... may have overdone it a bit."
Anissa stared at her, concern mixing with the undeniable attraction she felt as she watched Maya's chest rise and fall with each labored breath. Her muscles tensed involuntarily, her cock straining painfully against her pants as the sight of Maya's exposed skin affected her more than she wanted to admit.
"You look... unwell," Anissa said, trying to keep her voice steady. "You're usually more careful."
Maya shrugged, setting the beaker down on a nearby table with a sigh. "Well, it's been a long week. I've been trying to improve some of our combat simulations, and I guess I forgot to eat."
Anissa frowned, her gaze softening. "You need to take care of yourself. You won't be of any use to the empire if you're too weak to stand."
Maya smiled faintly, but there was a flicker of appreciation in her eyes. "I suppose you're right. But it's hard when I have so much to do."
Anissa moved closer, her mind conflicted. On the one hand, she wanted to help Maya, make sure she was alright. But on the other hand, the sight of Maya's bare chest, the vulnerability she exuded in that moment, stirred something primal in Anissa. She clenched her fists, trying to suppress the urges rising within her.
Maya's eyes flicked down, noticing the strain in Anissa's pants. She raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her tired eyes. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a problem."
'Fuck! Does she know? What kind of stupid question is that? I am fucking pushing against my pants and my loincloth is barely covering the bulge! Damnit! Maybe she already knew, maybe she doesn't. Fuck!' Anissa panicked in her head but turned away from her.
Anissa's face tightened, her jaw clenching as she struggled to regain control. She had come here for a different reason, not to let her desires take over. She cleared her throat, turning her back to Maya to hide her reaction.
"You should rest," Anissa said curtly, her voice more clipped than she intended. "I'll check on you later."
Maya watched her for a moment, then chuckled softly. "You're always so serious, Anissa. One day, you'll have to let yourself relax."
'You think I haven't fucking tried that, you and your perfect face. Tch! I am fucking stressed alright!' Anissa thought but didn't respond; her focus was now entirely on leaving the apartment. She needed to regain control, and fast.
With a final glance over her shoulder, Anissa flew out of the apartment, the weight of her unresolved desires pressing heavily on her mind.
Those balls sloshing around with cum begging to be released. I wouldn't want to be her in the month of November.
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