2.29 – Surprise

2.29 – Surprise

Okay.

That encounter in the bathroom had been ... a lot.

Especially how desperately Natalie had needed to eat Jordan out. Being jerked off had been amazing, but nothing compared to getting to taste Jordan. And how aggressively she’d done so—and how she’d spoken to Jordan. Taken control. In the moment, something else had taken her over. Just, the way Jordan had let her desire slip through. How couldn’t have Natalie been captured? Been forced to act like that?

Because it was normal to blank out when hearing a friend’s arousal. Yeah. Totally. That made sense.

Natalie deliberately didn’t think about it.

Because it wasn’t that it had been Jordan. Just, a hot girl, needing to be taken care of. That was what had Natalie losing control. That it was her friend was coincidental.

Her head was a mess, right now. For all sorts of reasons, but especially because of her and Jordan’s future. The new arrangement they had. How ... Jordan would frequently be ‘training’ with Natalie.

It did make sense. Natalie needed a reputation at Tenet. If her first times with Tenet’s eager students were a letdown, with Natalie finishing too quick, then finding other partners would become difficult. But if she set good first impressions—especially with the promiscuous girls, who would spread the word—then Natalie’s class had a smooth pathway for all sorts of energy gathering.

And how would she set good first impressions? By practicing. Getting accustomed to the thing between her legs.

Except, not completely true, anymore. Their classes had changed things, regardless that they knew each other’s tendencies and fighting habits. Not only that, but the improved speed, strength, and ability to take hits had changed how Sofia moved and reacted—what her risk tolerances were. Natalie, having only gotten her class less than a week ago, hadn’t yet digested those changes. Sofia had.

Which meant, unfortunately, Sofia was making even shorter work of her than usual. Natalie growled as another swipe of her rapier scraped against her, dipping that valuable resource lower. She was so fast. And slippery. A buzzing mosquito. Sure, her jabs and scrapes wouldn’t be nearly as devastating as Natalie’s hammer landing a direct hit, but they added up, chipping away at her HP—which would eventually mean she’d have to yield.

Natalie was going to have to employ her own unexpected tactics if she wanted to win. Sofia knew she had an illusion ability, but she didn’t know how it worked, or even what it was capable of. Because Natalie had barely been using it in spars.

So she could use the surprise. Maybe pull a round off Sofia by catching her off guard. How incredible would that be? Especially with Natalie’s disadvantage, her lack of familiarity with her class, where Sofia had been training for months.

And, seeing that infuriating furrowed brow of Sofia’s, her slightly pursed lips as she danced away from Natalie’s attacks, her annoyance spiked.

She made a plan.

Why not use her illusion to its fullest? The less-than-typical application she’d discovered?

Because Sofia? The prude? An inappropriate illusion would definitely catch her off guard. And, this was a horrible idea, but the fact Sofia was winning—again, for the millionth time—erased her better senses.

So, she made good use of her class.

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