Chapter 113 – Training (Part 1) – Zoey’s POV

Zoey had been sleeping no more than a few hours when she heard harsh whispers and a loud noise in the room around her. Unlike her sister, she was not a deep sleeper. She sat upright in bed, aware that someone was doing something nearby, and they were trying to keep their voices down.

“Nnnngghnn… Hold still… nngghn… or I’ll hurt you!”

Chloe’s bird-like voice sounded desperate. She was angry and in pain. Across the room, the shadowy outline of her body could be seen sitting bolt upright, squatting in the center of her bed. Her back was arched, her body was tensed, and her hair covered her face in a veil of yellow. There was someone else there. A tall, lean figure laying beneath her.

Zoey could tell right away, by the timbre of the second voice, that it was a boy.

“Ahhh Chloe. You're punishing me with your pussy!”

What was her sister doing? Zoey couldn't stand by listening to the tortured sounds that the two were making. If her sister was holding a boy here against his will, they would both be in deep trouble!

“That's right, I’m already bleeding on your cock… Nnnggh… Just hold still, I’ll make you love it.”

Zoey rose silently from the bed and tiptoed closer. Clothes were scattered all around, a boy's uniform, a girl's pajamas. The two of them were struggling against each other, completely naked, locked in what might’ve been a wrestling match.

He was flat on his back, while she squatted over his hips. The boy’s hands gripped her buttocks. His fingers sank into her taut flesh, trying to lift her off of him but Chloe, with her wiry arms pushing against his shoulders, was dominating him with ease.

Wait, she knew this boy. The room was dark and his aura of confidence was gone, but there was no mistaking those brown curls and handsome features. This was their squad leader, Linhart Aetherion, the most beautiful boy fighter in the freshman class, and Chloe was raping him!

“Gods, Chloe! What are you doing?”

“Huuh? Zoey?” she exclaimed. Her surprise turned quickly to anger, and she gave Linhart a slap across the face. “Look, you noisy bitch, you woke my sister up.”

“Chloe, you can’t do this! We’re going to get in so much trouble!”

Zoey looked down between the girl's legs and saw that it was already too late. She was enveloping him. His pole was planted deep within her. She could see the outline of his thick dick through the wall of her belly, several inches above where her lower lips were wrapped tightly around it.

She gasped. It was as long and thick as her forearm. How did Chloe even fit that thing inside of her?

“Nnnnghh…”

Her sister let another groan out. Her legs flexed as the squat deepened, but her hole couldn’t take him any deeper. The look on her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Zoey,” Linhart murmured. His big, brown eyes were looking straight at her now. Gods, his voice was low and resonant like a bell. How beautiful it sounded. “She’s too tight. I need you to help me loosen her up until I can move again.”

“Oh Linhart, I’m sooooo sorry! Please don’t hate Chloe because of this! And please don’t hate me.”

It was so dark, Zoey couldn’t be certain, but she thought she saw him smile through his moment of anguish. Even now, with Chloe stripping him of his virginity, there was a joy within him that shone through.

“I could never hate you, Zoey. Give me a kiss…”

The purr of his words was entrancing. Without thinking, Zoey leaned in, but Chloe beat her to it. His face disappeared under her voluminous blond hair, as she fell upon him, covering his body like a blanket.

“Mmmmph!”

The sound of their lips smacking together hit her like a splash of cold water. Her sister’s hand came up and pushed at her, urging her to go away. Zoey backed up a step, not wanting to upset her but unwilling to leave entirely. She watched as Chloe attacked his lips with such violence. He fought it for a few seconds, before submitting and kissing her back.

Minutes passed before her sister came up for air. She turned her head and grinned. Her lips were swollen from the passionate struggle.

“Haahn… You don't get to kiss him before me, Zoey! All his firsts belong to me, got it?”

Linhart was breathing hard. His hands were still prying at her butt, trying to open her wider. To get away. Somehow, his big cock had slipped further up inside of her.

“Nghn. Chloe, you’re not going to make me fuck both of you at once, are you?”

His words were low and song-like. The hopefulness was clear in his voice. Oh no! He didn’t understand how Chloe worked. If he showed any sign of weakness, she would jump on it.

Sure enough, she pushed herself into a sitting position and said with a vicious smirk, “Oh, we are both going to fuck you all right, my pretty little squad-leading bitch! This is the next stage of your punishment. You’re going to make both of us cum.”

As if that weren’t enough, she planted her hands on his lightly muscled chest. He squealed in pain as she pinched both his nipples. How could her own sister be so cruel to such a pretty boy?

“Zoey,” she said in that tone that brooked no argument. “Take off your pajamas and sit on his face.”

Her stomach dropped, but also there was a rush of excitement that came with the order. She didn’t want to rape this boy. But Chloe left her no choice. She whipped her tank top off over her head. Her nipples felt so sensitive, she was so turned on. Then she stepped out of her shorts and noticed how wet she’d gotten down there.

“I’m sorry,” she leaned over and whispered to him, “I cannot go against my sister.”

Strangely enough, Linhart smiled back at her.

“I understand, Zoey, and I love you for it.”

His lips found hers and Zoey’s body reacted immediately. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him tighter to her, as his tongue entered her mouth and swept energetically over her teeth. He moaned into her mouth. She could feel him twisting beneath her. His hips rose up and started to piston into her sister’s pussy.

Chloe let out a glass-shattering screech. It sounded like she was dying, but Zoey wasn’t willing to stop kissing long enough to check if she was okay. Excited betond belief, she slipped two fingers into her own pussy and started to jill off, trying to match his rhythm.

It wasn’t long before she was cumming. Her hips spasmed and she lost all strength in her legs. She pulled away, collapsing on the bed beside him.

Chloe was still screeching and moaning, cumming again and again with that monster dick hammering away inside of her. Zoey looked away from Linhart, instead looking at the place where the two of them were joined together. A sense of envy and anticipation filled her.

When Chloe was done with him… she would be the next to ride that dick.

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Linhart spent all night playing with the twins. He was exhausted from a lack of sleep and overexertion but, as Chloe forced her sadistic little body on him and Zoey matched her with passion and energy, he had no choice but to fuck them until both of them were completely satisfied.

He was slow and deliberate in his love-making. They were both virgins and he didn’t want to hurt them. It took hours of teasing and training, stretching out their lower mouths until he could pierce either of their cervixes in a single thrust. Finally, some time just before dawn, the three of them passed out in a sweaty pile of sexyal fulfillment.

Hours later, he awoke again. His dick was hard with morning wood, and he found he had fallen asleep with his dick still inside Zoey. He gave her a tender kiss, and started moving his hips as she kissed him back with a sigh. The squishy warmth of her love tunnel felt so good, first thing in the morning.

Later, he left Fighter Hall moving at a quick jog. He had showered and gotten some fresh clothes, but he was still hungry and aching all over. He just had to make it through Mentor Hour before he could eat a midday meal. Two days into this loop and already his body was crying out in pain.

The following days didn’t get any easier. He spent his afternoons training with the Squad and seniors. The whole Incursion Team had been excused from having to attend their regular courses, but their training was more strenuous than any course the Academy had to offer.

Stretega Xenia gave them full access to the Pit. Not only did they use it for combat and endurance drills, but he was able to meet with the prisoners at all hours of the day.

It took him no time to discover that Celes had nothing of value to share about the wizard tower and what awaited them on the other side of the portal. He tried all means of extraction, from beating her with a whip to treating her like a flesh doll. The only information she shared that was of interest to him were the personal stories she told of the wizard Belfast in his younger years.

As the days passed, Celes became more docile and less like the Stratega Mage. It was sometime in her second week of captivity that she showed excitement at his daily visits. She dropped her head and raised her bare hips, grovelling before him like a beggar. She referred to him as her ‘Master’. She pleaded with him to become his magic tutor. Linhart knew this was all a result of Xenia breaking her will, but he was happy to accept her help anyway.

It was in the role of tutor that she really shone. Not only was she a strong caster, she was also very good at guiding him through the formation of all sorts of spells.

“Most boy mages are attuned to water and earth spells, but your strengths are fire and air,” she noted one day. “Are you secretly a girl on the inside…?”

He laughed and responded, “You’re just trying to goad me into having sex with you again. You know that I’m a boy.”

“Well, you should know that boys are more susceptible to girls' magic, and the mages who serve the wizards will attack you with fast-casting fire and air spells. Speed, energy, and heat… these spells are among the quickest ways to kill a person from a distance.”

She spoke with a casualness that suggested they were discussing the weather. Her dark gaze made her appear as dead as a flesh doll. This woman was, by many definitions, dead inside.

Celes, the mighty Stratega, had fallen completely. The other prisoner, however, was proving to be more stubborn.

He had a strong suspicion that Vivian, the purple-haired shadow mage, the mule for transporting boys, was holding back information.

What was the nature of her communications with the tower? Did she know more about what waited for them beyond the portal?

She was telling the truth when she claimed she'd never been through there herself, but still...

He could telll that she was hiding something.