Chapter 48: Kate Magnar

|Content Warning: This Chapter contains explicit sexual content.|

There are always two vesting rooms, each on the opposite sides of the arena.

The woman’s vesting room on the east side of the arena, completely opposite to Maeve’s was also oddly quiet as hers.

Opaque glass that could swallow the shapes of anyone passing beyond, did not catch a single silhouette. Not just the vesting room, but the whole section of the specific vesting area was left vacant.

Light came in from the ceiling. It was clean and white, had no warmth unlike Maeve’s side.

There was a low bench, a wall rack, and a narrow table that had trays of small metal beads.

*Click*

*Click*

*Click*

*Click*

*Click*

Tiny magnetic beads touched each other in a steady rhythm by careful hands.

The tension in the room was...questioning.

Dark violet bob hair, cut sharp at the jaw. Black eyes half-lidded. Kate Magnar sat on the edge of the bench with her legs open.

Nylon jacket completely undone down the front, leaving her exposed in the room like. She wore a tight sports bra underneath, bare stomach, bare hips, and bare thighs. She did not have any shorts or pants on yet.

The rest of her gear rested in black stack beside her. One the table beside her thigh, the nunchaku lay separated into sticks and cord, left unjoined.

Her assistant stood between her knees. Long blonde hair tied loosely at the nape so it would not fall.

She wore clear framed specs, had steady fingers working on the beads, a beautiful face trained to maintain a still expression.

The assistant wasn’t a combatant, her value was information, the delicate motor control required to build what Kate wore into a fight.

*Click*

*Click*

*Click*

One hundred and eight beads to a bracelet.

Three hundred and sixteen in total across the trays.

A few extras rested in her skirt pockets.

She had already told Kate the count twice. They had been in this room for more than an hour, long before the duel was meant to begin.

"Again," Kate said.

The blonde gulped once.

"Three hundred sixteen. One hundred eight for the left, one hundred eight for the right, remainder is reserve in case a clasp fails," she said.

Kate’s bare foot slid along the inside of blonde’s calf, then higher, pulling her in an inch.

The assistant kept her hands on the beads, that was the rule, and always had been.

The first strand of the bracelet was half-built in her palms, magnets locked with soft clicks each time she placed a bead next to other.

Kate watched the delicate and soft hands of her assistant, then reached up, and hooked two fingers in the waistband of the assistant’s skirt.

"Are you shaking again~?" Kate scoffed.

"I-I’m not," the assistant replied.

Kate pulled up the blonde’s skirt, pushed the underwear aside with her thumb, and pressed two fingers straight into the heat of her pussy.

The assistant jerked once, beads clicked hard together as she bit down her lip once.

"You are," Kate’s mouth curved.

Ignoring her assistant’s jerk, she worked her fingers in slow, exact stroke. Her palm angled to rub where it counted, and used her free hand to turn the assistant’s chin down toward the unfinished bracelet.

"Keep counting," she said.

"Sixty-two...sixty-three...sixty-" The blonde’s voice was shaking with every slow stroke.

Kate pushed deeper, crooked her fingers, and watched the girls’ knees weaken. Her specs slipped slightly down her nose, but the assistant did not fix them, her hands kept trembling through the magnets, joining beads after bead while Kate kept stroking her.

"You have a boyfriend," Kate said mildly.

"...Yes," the blonde replied.

"And yet every time I open my jacket, you’re already wet, that’s such a predicament."

The assistant’s eyes shut behind the spectacles.

"Kate--"

Before she could complete the words, Kate crooked her fingers more inside her.

"Title," Kate said.

"Miss Magnar," the assistant corrected herself.

"That’s so much better~" Kate pulled her fingers out, shiny to the middle knuckle, and wiped them once along the blonde’s lower lip.

"Mouth," she said once, and the assistant bent as if the order was absolute, sending a shrill down her spine.

She took Kate’s fingers clean, and sucked them with her tongue.

Kate took out her fingers gently, they were rough because she was a combatant unlike the assistant. She patted her cheeks once, then gripped the blonde’s hair at the crown in fist, and forced her to bend down.

The blonde’s knees buckled in jerk as her mouth landed against Kate’s bare pussy. Her specs knocked lightly against the inside of thigh, while Kate’s free hand stayed locked on her hair and held her there until the girl’s tongue finally moved where it was told.

"There," Kate muttered. "You’ve done this countless times before duels, don’t pretend to be so clumsy,"

The assistant licked up through her folds, then deeper, while shaking. The unfinished magnetic strand was still looped around her fingers. The beads still clicked each time her hand clenched on Kate’s thigh.

Kate opened her knees wider, pulled her in harder, and rolled her hips once against that mouth in slow motion.

A muffled sound escaped the blonde’s sealed lips around Kate’s clit, and sucked, tongue working under pressure, and nose pressed against the bare skin. Kate exhaled through her teeth, as her head tipped back.

Then the wall panel flashed once with a silent buzzing vibration.

*-Buzz-*

Kate’s eyes opened to the sound. For moments she did not release the blonde, she kept that mouth on her pussy while she read the signal.

{Opponent Ready}

"...Of course, she is," Kate said softly.

Then her fist tightened and dragged the blonde off her with a wet break of suction. A string of spit followed and broke against the girl’s chin.

"Haa---" The assistant gasped, her glasses were fogged at the edges, pupils were blown wide open.

The assistant barely got the breath out before kate haled her up by the hair and kissed her.

It was not gentle in no manner. Kate took her mouth open, deep, tasting herself on the girl’s tongue, an. The blonde whimpered into the kiss with her specs crooked, hands trapped between them,

Then the table vibrated in low hauls.

*Click*-*Click*-*Click*-*Click*-*Click*

All the three hundred and sixteen beads began shivering at once with sheer pressure of raw force exerting from Kate.

The trays trembled, reserve magnets in the assistant’s skirt pockets jolted hard enough to press through fabric

The half-built strand tore free from the assistant’s palm and rose into the air, beads locked violently with each shivering click in perfect sequence.

Kate did not even look at them. She kept her mouth on the assistant’s lips, biting at the lower lip, licking into her mouth, while the chrome magnets streamed through the white light.

One hundred and eight beads sealed around her left wrist in a bracelet with continuous violet rattles, and another hundred and eight found her right wrist. The remaining reserve snapped into a spare cluster on the table.

On the bench, the nunchaku sticks slid toward each other, cord threaded without hands, the weapon joined with a single clean clack and came to res against Kate’s thigh.

Only then did Kate break the kiss. A thin string of spit linked her mouth to the blonde’s/ It snapped when she finally loosened her fist against the girl’s hair, and let her go.

The assistant staggered back and dropped on the floor as her hips hit the floor. Her lips, chin, were all wet, her spectacles were all fogged, but she kept staring at the sudden violent movement of all the beads and nunchaku.

Kate flexed her fingers, chrome beads settled heavy around her wrists, still faintly vibrating from the force that had called them.

"Pants," she said.

For a moment, assistant did not even know what Kate said. Every time she had witnessed the sight of the weapons moving on their own, it amazed her.

Every single time, the spectacle looked special and alluring to her.

Kate watched her dazed assistant for a second, and smirked.

She leaned back on her palms, opened her knees wider and used to fingers to spread herself open slowly in filthy effect. The sticky mess between her thighs caught the white ceiling light, wet where the blonde’s mouth had been, showing the swollen peak of her clit.

"Well?" Kate asked.

The assistant’s fogged specs tilted up, as she gulped once.

Kate held herself open with no shame at all. Her violet bob hair framed a face that had already switched from pleasure to seriousness.

"Do you want to continue?" she said, thumb shifting just enough to make the wetness shine thicker, "Or are you going to bring me my pants?"

The blonde’s breath broke.

"R-right!" She wiped her mouth, and looked around "Pants! Right!"

She scrambled up on unsteady legs, grabbed the black stack with both hands, and nearly dropped the sport shorts once before getting control of them.

"Yes, Miss Magnar," the assistant hurried.

Kate did not close her legs until the girl was close enough to dress her.

Only then did she release her folds, straightened up, and let the assistant kneel again between her thighs.

This time with fabric instead of tongue, dragging tight shorts up over the sticky skin, sealing the head under black elastic.

Combat pants followed, and she laced up as Kate stood up, fiddling with her assistant’s hair.

The nunchaku floated once, and dropped on Kate’s shoulders while her assistant zipped the nylon jacket.

"Don’t worry," Kate patted her assistant’s cheek once and smiled. "You’ll get to finish your meal,"

Then she walked toward the gate, leaving the blonde on her knees in the white room with fogged glasses.