Capítulo 11: A Sparring Match
The training ground was soaked in the aftermath of yesterday's downpour, the air crisp and carrying a hint of morning mist. Three days had passed since I started training under Sophie's guidance, and I'd managed to grasp the first two forms of Wind Breathing. My body ached, my muscles were sore, but there was a strange thrill coursing through me. Maybe it was the challenge or maybe—just maybe—it was having Sophie as my teacher. Her way of instructing me had a certain edge to it, a mix of strictness and... something else, something I couldn't quite place.
"Ready for something new today?" Sophie's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I turned to face her. She stood at the edge of the training ground, a playful smile curling on her lips. She wore a white shirt that clung to her torso, the top few buttons undone, revealing a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. Her brown breeches hugged her hips and thighs, outlining every curve. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she tossed me a wooden sword. I caught it midair, my gaze not leaving her figure.
"I'm always ready," I replied, smirking.
"Good," she said, rolling her shoulders as if to loosen up. "Today, we'll do something different. A sparring match. No holding back."
Before I could respond, dark clouds gathered overhead, and within moments, the sky opened up. Rain poured down, the sudden cold drops splattering against my skin. I looked over at Sophie and found her standing completely still, staring at me with intense eyes. Her white shirt was rapidly turning transparent under the rain, the fabric clinging to her body. The outline of her tits became visible, firm and perfect, her nipples hardening against the wet material. Each breath she took made her chest rise and fall dramatically, the shirt molding against her waist and emphasizing its slenderness.
My gaze involuntarily traveled down, following the way the soaked fabric stuck to her toned abdomen before meeting the waistband of her breeches. The way the shirt clung to her was almost like a second skin, every curve of her breasts, her toned stomach, and her slim waist being put on display.
"Eyes up here, Zark," Sophie teased, snapping her fingers to get my attention. I glanced up to see her giving me a knowing smirk, a subtle arch in her brow. "Or am I too distracting for you?"
"Not at all," I said quickly, though I felt my pulse quicken. This was dangerous territory—one I didn't mind treading.
"Good. Because I won't go easy on you."
With that, she lunged at me, the rain slashing down between us like a curtain. Our wooden swords clashed, and the sound of wood meeting wood echoed through the empty grounds. Sophie moved with grace, each strike fluid and precise, her wet shirt stretching and shifting with every movement. I couldn't help but notice the way her tits jiggled slightly with the impact, the fabric of her shirt pressing even tighter against her skin. She pivoted, and the outline of her waist and hips shifted in tandem, drawing my gaze.
"Focus, Zark!" she taunted, twisting her body in a way that made the wet shirt ride up slightly, revealing a sliver of bare skin above her breeches.
I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to concentrate on the fight, not the allure of her body. But it was impossible to ignore the constant friction between us, the way she seemed to glide around me, her movements both graceful and sensuous. Her shirt clung tighter with each twist and turn, outlining her tits perfectly, the way they strained against the damp fabric every time she swung her sword.
I parried her next blow, stepping back and studying her stance. The rain was relentless, pouring down in sheets, making visibility difficult. But Sophie stood there, completely unfazed, her shirt almost completely see-through now. Every detail of her body was on display—the curve of her breasts, her slim waist, the lines of her abdomen. She looked up at me through her wet lashes, water streaming down her face and neck, pooling in the valley of her cleavage.
"Come on, Zark," she purred, her voice low and challenging. "Show me what you've got."
Due to the constant distraction of Sophie's soaked shirt and the tantalizing way her body moved with each strike, I found myself struggling to keep up. My eyes kept darting where they shouldn't, and in that brief lapse of focus, Sophie swept her leg under mine, knocking me off balance.
I hit the ground with a thud, gasping as the air left my lungs. Before I could recover, she was already moving. Sophie slowly walked over, the rain streaming down her legs, glistening on her bare skin. She stopped right in front of me, her lips curling in a wicked grin. Leaning down slightly, she pulled one of her feet out of the leather boot, the delicate shape of her bare foot exposed to the cold air.
"Hmm..." she murmured softly, and before I knew it, she gently placed her foot on my crotch, pressing down just enough to send a jolt of sensation through me.
I sucked in a breath, eyes widening as I looked up at her. Her expression was playful yet predatory, eyes glinting with amusement.
"Do I need to help you concentrate?" Sophie asked in a low, teasing voice, her foot moving ever so slightly, applying just enough pressure to keep me on edge.
Sophie, with that mischievous glint still in her eye, lowered herself onto the ground beside me. My heart raced as she shifted her weight, her damp shirt clinging even tighter to her curves. I could barely catch my breath, still reeling from the feel of her foot on me.
"Let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we?" she said, a smirk playing on her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin.
Before I could respond, she deftly reached for my breeches. I froze, a mix of anticipation and disbelief flooding through me. She pulled them down slowly, teasingly, exposing me to the cool air and her intense gaze.
There we were, the world outside fading away, leaving just the two of us in this charged moment.
Sophie's gaze darkened with desire as she shifted closer, the playful smirk replaced by something more primal. She ran a finger along my cock, sending a shiver of pleasure coursing through me.
"Let's see if this helps with your concentration," she whispered, her voice low and sultry.
Before I could respond, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head, her lips warm and inviting. A jolt of electricity shot through me, and I instinctively bucked toward her. She took her time, stroking me with her hand, her movements both teasing and firm, perfectly balancing pleasure and urgency.
The rain continued to pour around us, but in that moment, it was just her and me, lost in a world of sensation and exploration.
With a wicked glint in her eye, Sophie leaned in closer, her breath warm against my skin. She took a moment to admire what she'd uncovered, a teasing smile playing on her lips before she fully committed to her intentions.
In a slow, deliberate motion, she wrapped her warm mouth around my cock, her lips soft and inviting. The sensation was overwhelming—hot, wet, and impossibly pleasurable. She took her time, swirling her tongue around the tip, teasingly exploring every sensitive inch.
I gasped, my body arching instinctively toward her, desperate for more. Sophie pulled back slightly, looking up at me through her thick lashes, her expression a blend of mischief and desire.
"Let me know if you like this," she murmured, before plunging her mouth back down, taking me deeper, her warm throat tightening around me. The rhythm of her movements was intoxicating, drawing me closer to the edge as she expertly worked her mouth, her hands gripping my thighs, pulling me closer.
Each glide of her tongue and gentle suction made it impossible to think straight. The world outside faded into a distant memory, leaving only the sensation of Sophie's mouth enveloping me, the rain still pouring down around us, amplifying the heat building between us.
With a determined glint in her eyes, Sophie took my cock deep down her throat, swallowing me whole. The heat and tightness of her mouth enveloped me completely, the sensation almost overwhelming. She held me there for a moment, the world around us fading into oblivion, leaving only the pulse of desire coursing through my body.
Then, without warning, she began to move, her head bobbing up and down aggressively, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her tongue swirled around the base of my shaft, every motion deliberate and teasing, pulling me deeper into a spiral of ecstasy.
I could hardly contain myself, my hands instinctively finding their way to her hair, urging her on as she picked up the pace. The sound of her wet mouth, combined with the rhythm of the rain outside, created a symphony of pleasure that echoed in my ears.
"God, Sophie," I gasped, my breath coming in ragged bursts, "you're incredible."
But she only moaned in response, the vibrations from her throat sending me closer to the edge. The mix of her relentless pace and the sheer intensity of the moment threatened to unravel me completely.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Sophie pulled back, a sly smile curling at the corners of her mouth. With a teasing glint in her eyes, she gave me one last intense look before she released my cock from her warm, inviting mouth.
She began to stroke me vigorously, her hand moving in perfect rhythm as she maintained that wicked gaze. "Come for me, Zark," she urged, her voice low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine.
The tension built within me, tightening like a coiled spring ready to snap. I felt that familiar wave of ecstasy washing over me, and as the pleasure peaked, Sophie leaned forward, positioning herself just so.
"Let it out," she commanded, and with one final stroke, I released, thick streams of cum erupting from me, splattering against her face.
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