Chapter 187: Two Taps [18+]

Morwenna was still straddling his hips on the training mat, her bare skin slick with sweat. She rolled one of the heavy metal clamps between her fingers, the short silver chain dangling loosely from her grip.

Arthur stared at them. "Those aren’t academy equipment."

"No."

She reached down. The short silver chain dragged coldly across Arthur’s stomach as she leaned in and kissed him again. She tested the tension of the first clamp against his chest without taking her eyes off him.

Arthur didn’t flinch. He tightened his grip on her thigh.

She locked it in place.

"Fucking—"

Arthur’s whole chest tightened as the heavy metal bit down.

Morwenna locked the second one on, her tongue shoving deep into his mouth. She stayed right where she was, her dripping wet pussy grinding heavily against his hard cock while her teeth dug into his neck.

Arthur’s hands kept moving, catching her narrow waist, dragging her closer by the hips, grabbing handfuls of her ass and squeezing hard.

Morwenna kept interfering, smacking his hands away or forcing his arms back down, making him fight for every inch of leverage.

During one messy, heavy exchange of kisses, Arthur dragged a hand up the back of her neck and twisted his fingers into her damp hair to pull her mouth down harder. His thumb brushed the base of her long, pointed ear.

"Ahh—"

Morwenna jerked hard against him.

Arthur paused. He deliberately brushed his thumb against the sensitive skin again.

Morwenna immediately caught his wrist in an iron grip, yanking his hand away from her head. Their eyes met.

Arthur grinned.

Morwenna’s eyes narrowed. She shifted her weight, pinning his arms, and drove her hips down harder against his crotch.

She reached down between their sweating bodies. She wrapped her hand around his slick, hard dick, lined the thick head up with her soaking wet slit, and sank down.

"Fuck—" Arthur hissed.

Her pussy was ridiculously tight, clamping down around his shaft the second he pushed inside her.

She didn’t start riding him at a frantic pace. She took her time, sitting heavy over his hips.

Arthur grabbed her waist, trying to force the rhythm faster.

SMACK!

Morwenna slapped his hands away. She leaned down, pinning both of his wrists against the mat, and rode him at the exact grinding, agonizingly deep pace she wanted.

Arthur let out a frustrated growl. He freed one hand and grabbed her ass. She caught his other wrist.

Arthur hooked his leg around hers, trying to roll her off the top position.

Morwenna dropped her center of gravity and pinned him harder against the mat, driving his cock deeper inside her hole.

Arthur gritted his teeth and tried again. He got halfway through a roll before Morwenna shifted her weight and killed the momentum dead.

Arthur just swore.

On the third attempt, Morwenna leaned forward to control his arms again. Arthur deliberately gave her the exact position she expected.

Then he changed direction late.

He hooked her leg, shifted his hips hard, and rolled them before she could lock her weight down.

THUD!

Morwenna hit the mat hard underneath him.

Arthur caught both her wrists and pinned them beside her head, his cock still buried deep inside her wet pussy.

Arthur, breathing hard, looked down at her. "Three seconds."

"Use them."

Arthur didn’t need another invitation.

He pinned her properly, kissing her hard while driving his hips down, fucking her deep and fast. He gripped her thighs, dragging them wider, and started pounding into her tight hole.

He shifted his weight, burying his face in her neck, and let his mouth trail right up to that sensitive pointed ear. He sucked the base of it, his tongue flicking against the skin while he drove his cock deep inside her.

"Ahn—fuck!"

Her legs locked around his waist. One hand ripped free of his grip, and her nails dug into his back.

Arthur grinned against her skin.

Morwenna immediately started fighting him for control again.

The struggle got messy. They were both exhausted and coated in sweat. Arthur’s hands slipped. Morwenna got halfway out of the pin, bucking her hips to throw him off. Arthur caught her waist, dragging her back down onto his dick. One of his knees slipped off the mat, and they rolled awkwardly, nearly crashing into her duffel bag before Arthur managed to pin her back down.

As they wrestled for position, Arthur’s hand slid down her sweaty back and over the curve of her ass. His fingers dragged lower, accidentally brushing against her tight, puckered asshole.

"Ahh—"

Morwenna’s hips jerked upward, pushing her ass harder against his hand.

Arthur paused, looking down at her.

"Keep going," Morwenna breathed.

Arthur shifted his grip, pressing his thumb firmly against the slick, tight muscle as he drove his hips back into her. She arched her back, a filthy, quiet moan escaping her throat.

Morwenna twisted under him and got one knee between them, forcing Arthur to shift before she could roll him. He caught her hip and dragged her back, but the movement trapped the silver chain between their bodies.

Arthur hissed, a sharp spike of pain cutting through his chest.

"Off," Arthur said.

Morwenna stopped moving. She looked at him once.

"The clamps."

She reached between them and removed them immediately. She unclipped them, tossed the heavy metal aside, and stayed right where she was.

Arthur swore softly at the sudden, burning rush of blood back into the sensitive skin.

Morwenna’s thumb brushed lightly over the red marks once.

Arthur caught her by the waist, pulled her down, and kissed her hard, driving his hips back into her.

Morwenna hooked a leg behind his knee and twisted her hips, throwing his balance off to regain the top position. Arthur slipped, his hand skidding on a patch of sweat, and she immediately used the opening to heave herself upward.

She almost succeeded. She got a knee under him, pushing him back, her teeth bared as she fought for leverage.

Arthur caught her hip, pulling her back down onto his cock, but his grip slipped again on her wet skin.

Morwenna lunged upward and bit hard into his shoulder.

Arthur swore, but instead of pulling away, he ducked his head and dragged his mouth right over her pointed ear, biting lightly at the base.

Morwenna gasped, her whole body jerking, her concentration breaking for a crucial second. She grabbed his back harder, her nails digging in deep as he used the distraction to pin her flat again. He drove his hips down, fucking her relentlessly, keeping his thumb pressing hard against her asshole while his other hand trapped her wrist.

She bucked wildly, trying to throw him, but the combination of his weight, the deep thrusts, and the sharp sensation at her ear was too much.

Her legs locked tight around his waist, the muscles trembling violently against his sides. Her hard abs tensed rigid beneath him. Her grip on his back became almost painfully strong, and her chest heaved.

"Arthur—"

Her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, milking him raw.

Arthur felt the tight, rhythmic contractions squeezing his dick. He didn’t immediately let go. He kept thrusting, grinding deep inside her while she rode out the climax, her breath completely wrecked.

For a few seconds, she stopped fighting him completely.

Arthur enjoyed every fucking second of it.

Then Morwenna looked up at him again.

Her ankles locked behind his back. She dug her heels in and yanked his hips hard against her own.

That broke him.

Arthur let go, groaning out loud as he pumped his hot cum deep inside her soaking wet hole.

They didn’t pull apart.

They stayed exactly where they had ended up on the mat. Morwenna was lying on her back, her chest heaving, with Arthur’s heavy weight completely crushing her into the padding. One of her thighs was still draped over his leg. Arthur’s hand was resting loosely on her waist.

For a long time, neither of them moved.

Arthur’s fingers lazily traced a line across her damp stomach. She didn’t stop him.

He reached up and brushed his thumb against the base of her ear.

Morwenna immediately caught his fingers, twisting his wrist just enough to warn him. "Enough."

Arthur dropped his hand to her neck instead, leaving it there.

A few minutes passed in the quiet hall.

"You took too long getting out of the strap," Morwenna finally said, her voice still a little breathless.

Arthur turned his head to look at her. "Are you grading me right now?"

One corner of her mouth twitched.

Arthur started laughing against her shoulder.

They stayed tangled together on the mat. Arthur eventually glanced up at the high magi-tech lights, noticing how quiet the academy above them had gotten.

"How late is it?" Arthur asked.

Morwenna didn’t answer. She lay there for another minute before finally shifting her weight, letting the cold air hit them as they slowly separated.

They eventually started finding their clothes. Arthur sat on the edge of the mat and pulled on one boot, the movement tugging painfully at the scratches across his back.

He looked up and caught Morwenna watching him as she tied her dark hair back into its usual tight knot. She pulled her sweat-soaked training shirt over her head.

"Stay after Thursday."

Arthur looked at her for a second. "Yeah."

He grabbed the rest of his gear and left the underground hall.

As he pulled his shirt on, the fabric rubbed directly across the angry clamp marks on his chest. Arthur winced.

His chest still stung halfway up the stairs.