Just find a chair and get comfortable.”
The morning was inching ever closer towards the afternoon, and cadets were starting to stream in, even more than Noah expected. The stage was sticky with sweat and cum. “Whew, fuck,” he said as he canceled the magic. “You stare them down, each of you waiting for the other to make their move. Noah could only hope. You know that, don’t you?” Cyrilo asked. Now, my dear, if you would please.”
He pulled out and she opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. After a whole day, the air was still thick with pheromones. It was unnerving how his presence completely disappeared, how alone she felt despite him sitting on the floor just a few feet away. It was like the day he first arrived in the dorms, but the tables had turned. To his credit, he won almost every duel he competed in, but much of that was due to his hysterical strength.
