Harley does the opposite of backing off.

To her distress, Ralli found the hand that had been in her mouth, including the two saliva-coated fingers, now clapping over it, preventing her from speaking. At the same time, the other hand that had been moving all over her body finally appeared to have found what it wanted... and was now playfully teasing the skin around that area. Without shame, it moved inward, taking a moment even to curl through her untamed bush.

"So... I got it, ma'am?" Harvey's voice came from the other side of the tent, but it might as well have been coming from another continent.

Ralli was at the mercy of her assailant, who kept her waiting for a few seconds... before parting the fingers of her hands, just enough for the sergeant to speak. "Y-yes... Get back to studying-" As soon as she'd given the response she needed to, her ability to speak was taken from her again.

"No... that is not it," Ralli thought to herself as her body twitched under the increasingly indecent fingerwork between her legs and the hungry kissing at the side of her face, shameless in the presumption of its acceptability. "With my power, I could easily be free of this. Although my power remains, my control is... my will... is..."

Admitting that lack of control to herself seemed to flip a switch in Ralli. Although none of the class could see it, Harley would immediately notice Ralli's body transform from the stalwart tower of fitness that had seemed prepared to stand in one spot until the end of class, if needed... into a trembling, buckling form that seemed begging to be allowed to collapse into a recline on the floor. Harley needed no further invitation.

Exercising her control over the instructor, Harley brushed her hand across Ralli's quivering lips, placing one finger to it in a gesture of silence before Harley circled around to Ralli's front, only barely avoiding brushing against the front of the tent. As she moved, she kept her hands on her sergeant's body, dragging them across until they rested on either of her hips. The knight trainee lowered herself to a crouch in front of the target of her affection... so that her head was just before the other woman's lower half.

Even Ralli had enough imagination to guess what was about to happen. Desperately, in spite of whatever excitement or reservations she might have, Ralli shook her had "no" wildly.

Harley nodded slowly in opposition, grinning mischievously in the dark. Stepping back or holding her back would suffice as a "no," but what she'd seen was simply an instructor's duty. "It's not what Ms. Ralli really wants..." The emboldened student stuck out her tongue, drawing closer.

Now, it fell upon Ralli to clap her hands over her own mouth as she stood with her legs spread, allowing Harley to service her with her inexperienced (but very energetic) tongue and lips. Helplessly, Ralli let out a small moan that her hands were sufficient to suppress. Understanding how dangerous the situation was getting, she tried to put a hand on Harley's head to pull her back, to do anything to make her stop... Instead, she simply found her right hand digging into the other woman's curls, wrapping into them, and holding on.

Harley was beginning to figure out how to get the strongest reaction from her teacher, and her attack was becoming more effective. With dulled focus, Ralli realized that she might actually lose her balance if she didn't hold onto something. "Ah... no... it is too late for that. I am... actually going to fall! What should I-"