A long week of training, but you finally make some progress as the end

When you dreamt about joining the league and donning the cape as the old expression went, you tried to imagine how happy and exciting it would be. In your mind you pictured yourself being too giddy to sleep, too eager to train and hone your self into a weapon of justice. A shield to defend and protect the innocent and blade to stab into the dark heart of tyranny and injustice. It was easy to imagine the future when you didn’t know how complicated the long winding path between where you stand today and where you will be is.

When you return to your apartment that first evening standing you were walking metaphorically tall, while physically walking with a slight slouch from fatigue. You knew it would be hard work, but you had rather hoped all your previous training might have left you better prepared. Although that said there was a key aspect of your training with Hans that you were woefully underprepared for, the slight warmth in your panties a constant reminder of it.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t ever enjoyed the company of a man or woman before, a particularly wild and enjoyable run-in with a couple at a ski resort had seen both those boxes well and truly checked. It was an unforgettable vacation after all few people can claim they lost their virginity to a threesome. Even fewer can claim that after almost killing their partners before meeting them on a runaway snowboard.

It’s just that whenever you formed a relationship it never lasted long, none were too happy being second to a dream. Your beauty was enough to lure in many, but few would stick around when they got you talking about heroes and your dream. Those that did usually left shortly after getting into bed with you, or when they grew sick of being told you couldn’t make enough time for them.

There was one who you made time for, almost had you drop your dreams in pursuit of alternative happiness, but words weren’t said, mistakes made, trust and a heart shattered. It was years in the past now, a distant bitter memory long since buried, that drove you harder into your training and towards your goal. It was also since that day that you had neglected your bodies needs, needs that you had forgotten all about until your new mentor had awoken them. Like a slumbering beast stirring from hibernation, it was slowly coming around and hungering.

You had thought you had prepared yourself in every aspect you could and on the first day of training your mentor had illuminated you to your oversight. His hands had caressed your body, stirring up feelings and urges within you, which you believed you could suppress and ignore. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have such a wise and perceptive mentor, which is fortunate as the rest of the week he gives you plenty of hands-on training.

Thankfully the entire weeks worth of training isn’t filled entirely with Fast Hans’ hands exploring nearly every inch of your well-toned body or perky boobs. You do actually get a decent amount of sparring although this mostly involved you trying your best to land a hit on Fast Hans while he weaved and dodged. Watching him move was always a spectacle whenever you caught footage of his work on the news or through films taken by smartphone, up close in was insane.

Every single punch, kick of move you made, he seems to slip away at the last moment, almost shifting before you like he's fluid. Each time you got close to hitting your mentor he seems to take things up a gear, moving even faster than before and once more leaving you flailing at empty air. It was great practice as you quickly learned how to follow up with attacks, use feints to create openings and how to move when you don't have time to think. After all, each time you lunged to soon or late, or otherwise over-extended yourself, Fast Hans would glide in and caress your firm ample rear or tweak your nipples.

It started to feel like you weren't making much progress beyond having your butt and boobs groped, but ironically it was just such an event that led to a bit of a breakthrough. Part of the problem was you were still trying to get used to using the tail part of your costume. Now you could get it to move easily enough, but only when you were almost leading it by moving your body first, which basically telegraphed the movement to anyone paying the remotest bit of attention to you.

“Too slow,” Hans mocks in a soft tone practically dancing beneath your arms, his own hand giving you a firm slap across your rear, earning a squeal from you.

“You’re too quick master,” You complain wiping a bead of sweat from your brow and squaring off to try once more.

“Are you going to complain to the villains that they’re too fast or powerful?” Fast Hans counters slipping in under the arms you had thrown to try and grapple him.

“No, but....” You begin, before the leg, you had swung as a follow up to the grab was effortlessly swept aside sending you into a spin, your tail expanding and extending to stop you from falling.

“You have your power, you just need to use it, you’ll never get me with your hands and feet,” Fast Hans says in a calm tone as he leaps over you, landing behind and grasping your perky tits with both hands before jumping away as your tail tries to slap him away in a slow lumbering movement.

"Easy for you to say, it's slower than I am," You reply as what should have been two well-aimed strikes sail past your mentor as if you'd drunkenly thrown them at him.

"Very well, perhaps a different approach is required," Hans says dropping into a low stance, his arms hanging loose, like a marionette doll that had been dropped.

The sight was unnerving and you find yourself hesitating between taking up a defensive posture or attempting to strike while it seems like your mentor's guard is down. You blink for a moment and the second your eyes open Fast Han's has gone, without making a sound or leaving a trace of where he went, although you find out soon enough where he is.

Just as you go to move, a pair of strong hands wind over your shoulders, locking your arms in place, while weave around yours effectively trapping you in place. It had to be Fast Han's, there was no one else here, but there was something about losing sight of the brown-haired hero and suddenly being grappled from behind that left you feeling panicked. You struggle in earnest to try and break free from your master's grasp, but to no avail, his grip only shifting and tightening under your attempts.

"Now speed is no longer ze issue, break free," Hans says in a commanding tone.

"I can't you've trapped my limbs," You reply squirming ineffectively.

"Not all of zem,"

You continue to struggle in an attempt to get enough room to encourage your tail to start moving, but all it does is twitch and shake uselessly. "I can't move it," You groan trying harder and harder to shift the tail again only getting it to waggle in place slightly.

"Yes you can," Han's replies, moving his hands over to your boobs, starting to caress them through the thin fabric of your top.

"Ughhh, no fair master, that's too distracting," You groan, your nipples quickly hardening under your mentor's touch and teasing. The sensation of Han's caressing and teasing your sensitive nipples and cupping and toying with your perky boobs distracting you from your attempts to move your tail.

"Focus on ze task at hand," Hans begins, whispering in a soft alluring tone. "break free, or I'll have my wicked way with you,"

“Master,” You gasp, your breath catching in your mouth as you feel one of his hands slowly moving down your body and towards the hot pants of your costume.

“Shhhh, focus on breaking free,” Hans continues his hand moving slowly across your body in a manner that would be incredibly enticing were it under different circumstances.

You try your best to focus, using every technique you had been taught to try and centre your mind, shut out the incredibly distracting feeling of your mentors hands exploring your body. Your body reacting to the pleasure radiating through your body, you could feel yourself getting wet and breath getting heavy. You feel something hard digging into your back and suddenly you panic at the realisation that Hans might be serious about having his way with you if you couldn’t break out.

“Master!?!?” You ask in a worried tone as you feel him press his hardness into you and rub across you.

“Mmmmm such a wonderful body,” Hans moans softly, his hand finally reaching the waistband of your hot pants and slowly slipping under them. You let out a groan of pleasure as you feel his strong hands drift over the damp surface of your lacy panties. “Mmmmm already so wet for master, naughty frauline,” Han's purrs into your ear.

You try and struggle free, but the more your mentor touches you, the more **** you are move, to do anything that might stop those wonderful hands explore your hungry sex. Rather unhelpfully your beaver's tail seems to finally be moving, wagging in an enticing manner, trying to encourage Han's on. You could feel your willpower being rapidly eroded away, a growing urge inside of you wondering just what Han's had to work with, it certainly felt impressive, and eager to see if any of his skills had alternative applications in the art of lovemaking.

"Giving up already?" Hans teases, his hand lifting out of your hotpants causing you to let out a soft disappointed whine, much to your own horror. "Can't be helped, just relax mein frauline, let me make you feel gut," Hans says in a soft reassuring tone, his hand slipping back down the front of your hot pants and under the waistband of your panties.

Having Han's stroke and caress your sweet slick lips through your panties was already overwhelming your neglected body with pleasure. So when you feel his fingers slip over your soaking slit and gently probe at you folds and over your swollen clit, you lost what little control you had. You find yourself pressing yourself back against your mentor's hardness, while his fingers ran small circles over your dripping pussy, while you moaned and panted in pleasure.

You feel Han's press his lips to your neck and kiss you softly, his fingers slipping down and pressing into the entrance to your sex, teasing you for a few moments before finally slipping two fingers inside of you. By this point, Han's had slackened his grip on you slightly, firstly to give himself more room to work your body, but he was also confident that you were in no frame of mind to try breaking free now. In fact, Han's is confident enough that he slips his fingers from you and raises the soaking digits to your face and without skipping a beat you take the fingers into your mouth and suck your own juices off them.

You gasp and groan in pleasure, your mentor's fingers caress and stroking your insides better than anyone else you had been with. His skilful fingers quickly finding all your most sensitive spot and stimulating them all, while your juices leaked freely over his hand. You howl and groan in pleasure eyes rolling back in your skull as you feel your mind cloud over with lust, you can feel your muscles tensing as you feel heat and pressure you hadn't felt in a long time rapidly building inside of you. Your tail begins to twitch and shake in anticipation, swinging wildly side to side as your orgasm draws nearer.

"Mmmmm that's it, cum for master," Hans whispers softly as he works his fingers inside of you, the mat beneath you covered in drops of your juices, where they had run down your legs or from your mentor's hands.

With a loud cry of ecstasy, your eyes roll back and your entire body begins to shake and quiver as you start to cum hard, your mentor's fingers being grasped tightly by your hot twitch folds. Although as the brilliant warmth of orgasm radiated through you and your back arches, your tail does something that neither you or Han's expects.

In a blur of movement faster than even Han's heroic reflexes can't react to, your tail curls upward slamming your unfortunate mentor between the legs. The results are almost instantaneous, your mentors grip slackening and leaving you to slump forward onto your knees gasping and shaking in pleasure, while Han's rolls back silently clutching at his wounded pride.

You glance back with a goofy grin on your face, seeing Hans lying forward clutching himself you find your brain waking up and realisation about what had happened suddenly hitting you. "Master, I'm so sorry are you ok,"

"Don't apologise, you did what I instructed, just not quite how I expected," Hans groans hoarsely

"I know, but is there anything I can do to help," You ask in a soft tone, placing a reassuring hand on Han's back.

"Not unless you want to check and make sure nothing's damaged," Hans jokes half-heartedly, not thinking for a moment that you would even entertain the idea.