The fighting has made you hungry and Mistress Swift is a juicy piece of meat

After all she has put you through, this bitch wants to play? You smile darkly and turn to her, staring through sweat-heavy locks of your blond hair hanging in your face.

"I sure could use some help," you say in a mocking, little-girl voice. You grab Headmistress Swift by the lapels of her primp and proper blouse and turn her, pushing her into the large, tile-lined group shower room.

"What are you doing?" she asks with surprise.

"Giving you another performance," you say, grabbing a handful of the front of her blouse and pulling as hard as you can. The pearly buttons pop free and clatter around the shower. Her blouse tears open, exposing her milky white breasts barely contained by the lace cups of her bra. You continue push her back until she collides with the wall.

You drive your lips against hers, smearing your filthy body against her immaculate clothes, hand moving up to her breasts and yanking one cup of her bra beneath a heavy breast. You squeeze her hard, thumbing her nipple, thrusting your tongue into her mouth as she moans in protest against your aggressive embrace. But she doesn't fight back. Miss Swift wants it like this. A powerful monster hunter, still covered in the blood and sweat of the arena, fucking her. She needs it like this and you both know it.

Smiling savagely as you pull your lips from hers, you look her in the eye, seeing your lust answered. Her tits heave with excited breaths, one breasts exposed and the other still contained by the pink lace of her bra. You tear both cups down, twisting the fabric and pulling. She gasps as the straps bite into her flesh and then give way, snapping and allowing you to discard her bra. You strip away the ragged remains of your own clothes and stand naked before her, your body smeared with blood and grime.

You press your chest against hers, feel her soft flesh against the taut, milk-heavy weight of your breasts. Your hard, enlarged nipples press against her. You kiss her and slide a hand up her skirt, raising the hem, grinding your fuzzy cunt against her bare thigh, rubbing your breasts against hers. She moans, moth open, tongue responding to your passionate, sloppy kiss. You lace your fingers in the hair at the back of her head and yank her chin up, running your tongue up her throat to her ear, teasing the ridges of her ear and breathily whispering, "Suck my tits."

Released from your grasp, she glances at you, wide-eyed, and then does as you told her, cupping your creamy titflesh with both hands and lowering her face to your breasts. Her tongue traces a hot path to a sensitive nipple, her warm mouth engulfs it, and she sucks, tasting the hot liquid that sprays from your engorged nipple. You cradle her head against your breast, moaning, watching as her first taste gives way to greedy sucking. She is eager to drink ever drop, sucking and licking and swallowing.

"Save some for me," you say, pulling her lips from your breast and bringing her mouth to yours. You kiss and she floods your mouth with the hot, sweet milk. Your tongues mingle in the creamy embrace of your mouths. Her hand moves to your cunt, touching you lightly first, asking permission with her eyes, before sliding her fingertips against your straining clit.

She kisses down your chest, belly and to your fuzzy mound, sampling the heat of your exertion, the salt and tang of your body and the warm drizzle of arousal gathering at your tender lips. You rest a hand on her head, leaning back and watching her mouth against your slit, her tongue moving inside you, tasting you, licking you with great enthusiasm.

Unable to resist, you bend your chin against your collarbone and guide your nipple to your mouth, sucking out the hot, sweet liquid from your own body and swallowing. She watches and flicks your clit with ever-greater enthusiasm. Her hand is down the front of her skirt, playing with her pussy. Her hair is out of its bun and plastered to her shoulders and back with the cascading water.

"Don't stop," you moan, feeling her tongue driving you towards your orgasm. The first pulse weakens your knees and you cry out around the milk spraying into your mouth. You release the breast and concentrate on the rippling contractions of ecstasy as Miss Swift's hot, nimble tongue curls and drives in and out of your juicy slit.

"Ohhh fuck, don't stop, keeping going. Keep...aaaaahh!"

An orgasm within an orgasm, like two fireworks exploding in sequence. You fuck against her mouth and tongue, shouting out your pleasure in a made-up language of lust. It ends with you on your back, legs pushed back above you, Miss Swift devouring your cunt and teasing your asshole with the blunt tip of her thumb.

"Put it in," you moan, holding her face against your cunt. "Fuck my ass."

She presses her thumb against your little wrinkle until it pops into your drool-drenched asshole. With her tongue beating feverishly at your clit and her thumb thrusting in and out of your ass you come for the third time, arching up, holding her face against your cum-washed mound.

Doubly exhausted by the series of orgasms, you rise to your knees and then your feet, standing in the water and letting your older teacher clean you of grime and blood with a flowery-scented body wash. When you are clean you dry off and sit together, wrapped in towels, while Miss Swift applies healing ointments to your wounds.

"So," you begin as you watch her massage the ointment into a long scratch on your shin, "what is your proposal?"