Try and talk things out I guess

My knees felt weak as I quickly found a chair to collapse into. My cock, spent and covered in juices as it was, began to soften to its respectable magical size. Mel, though healed from her ****, was still recovering from her own intense orgasm and was passed out on the desk, her face a mess with just a bit of my cum smeared on her forehead from Sedva.

Remembering her, I looked to see her standing before I realized I had left my control over her mind down in my exhausted state. She looked up at me, face red, tears and cum running down her face, and eyes full of hate. I felt a sharp pain in my head as she immediately began to attack me, but I had learned from the last time she had done so.

I remembered one of her lessons from earlier, about the nature of psychic battles.

"A psychic battle is more conceptual than anything, especially when it comes to telepathy, minds fighting within minds. You are of course limited by power, but more so by how you imagine the fight and what might work to counter it. If you imagine a psychic attack as a physical one, then use your mind to block it, imagine a shield. Or, imagine something else."

Her attack was like a hot lance in my brain, and I imagined what I could do to counter that. I roared in pain, but felt my mental shield rise, not to block her attack, but to knock it off balance. My shield was round and smooth, and her lance slid off of it.

Her eyes widened as I surged inside of her mind once more, though I had not reached her core. She gritted her teeth and **** her mind's shield to grow through raw power, but I let her do it. I had felt in our earlier battle that, for whatever reason, my mind was naturally stronger than hers. However, she had skill and experience so I knew I had to play her carefully if I was to win this fight.

She grinned at me after she had gained a reasonable part of her mind back, and I feinted exertion. I plastered a pained look on my face as I hoped that I had the acting skills to trick her. My hands began to tremble and my knees shook, and she took the bait.

With a victorious look on her face, her mind exploded outwards telepathically, but I was ready. As she did so, I let my offence dissolve from one massive wave of **** into a cloud of shards that swam through the new gaps in her overconfident mind. She had believed that one powerful move like that would have beaten me, but instead I ran jagged claws of my mind across hers.

She fell to her knees, but I quickly stopped the mental pain before she made any noise, I had won. Again.

"I thought you were supposed to be the teacher Sedva, what happened?" My cocky grin only infuriated her more I knew.

"You are fucking lucky. I have no clue how it is that you are so gifted, without that it would have been me slamming into your asshole" she said with a feral snarl.

I slowly walked over to her, my cock swaying with each step. While my grin infuriated her, my cock terrified her. I could feel her emotions swimming around in her, though they were different from her conscious thoughts. It was like abstract art compared to the Mona Lisa, discernable words, sentences, and ideas were exchanged for colors that swam through the storm of her subconscious. I felt her anger, fear, and powerlessness. I cocked my head to the side and fed arousal into her mind too. I felt her struggle with it, and when the thought that I may planted it started to take form, I immediately smothered it before she even realized it.

I stood over her, my cock dripping in her essence, and felt all of her emotions. I strengthened the powerlessness and arousal, felt them grow and overshadow all other feelings. I made them feed into each other as well, and I could how they influenced her conscious thoughts.

"Maybe I am lucky, but that does not matter, because it was me that slammed this massive cock into your tight blue asshole. I won, twice."

She tried to keep her eyes locked on mine, but I saw them twitch down to my groin, saw her throat bob as she swallowed, and knew that these thoughts of mine had taken root in her subconsciousness--Inception eat your heart out.

"Well guess what, it will never happen again" she said, trying to mask her desire. Or perhaps she was trying to pick another fight with me, I did tie her arousal in with her sense of helplessness, did I just make Sedva a rope bunny?

I thought for a moment, before I loosened my control over her mind. I still remained, but I let my touch become light and feathery in comparison to firm noose that my hold had felt like. Slowly, I withdrew to the recesses of her mind as she cautiously expanded outward, feeling for my power lurking somewhere within her. I knew she could eventually find me hiding in her brain, but I wanted to leave a portion of myself in her mind in case she tried to attack me again. I also wanted to set some boundaries and see what I could do with that small, lingering piece of psychic ability still hiding away.

"Sedva, we can remain enemies, but look at how that turned out for you just now. I do not want to fight you, in fact, I would love to continue to learn from you. I only managed to defeat you just now because you taught me very well, and I happen to be a very quick learner. I've let myself out of your mind so you can decide where you stand. You can either keep fighting me and Mel, and end up getting your ass fucked more by us. Or, you can use that mouth to make peace. Do you understand what I am saying?"

I felt her anger and pride and rise, but I pushed arousal and supplication up there as well. It was incredibly difficult to manipulate emotions like that, but it all felt instinctual. Her thoughts, after all, were moving organically in a way that could never be taught. So I let myself move organically within her subconscious. She looked at my cock--resentment and lust battled for supremacy. Fear and pride clashed, but with her focus on her own emotions, I softly gave her the urge to lean forward. As she got closer, she felt like she had decided, even if I was the one who had decided for her.

Now her under her own control, her mouth moved amateurishly onto my cock. Her mouth, which before I had used like it was a pussy, struggled to take anything more than the head of my cock in. But I let her continue at her own pace.

"I choose peace" she said, moving her mouth to lick the underside of my shaft. One hand rose to grab my ass, the other held my cock up as her tongue traced long lines up and down my length.

"Good, then listen to me now. If you want to get angry at someone, you get angry at me. I know that I can piss you off, but you cannot come running to Mel after a long day and just ravage her like that."

Her eyes met mine, hard like steel, but understanding as she nodded. Her tongue rose to the side of my cock and lick it clean as her hand lazily stroked me behind her mouth.

"I want to learn more, and I mean a lot more. I want to know what my potential is, because this feels natural to me, more than anything else I have done. If you can teach me everything that you know, help me to grow and understand the entirety of my power, I would be indebted to you. Does that sound agreeable to you?"

"It does indeed" came her voice again, as her tongue switched sides on my cock.

"Good, thank you Sedva" I gently said, partly because the potential end to this conflict made me feel much better, but also because her soft tongue on my cock, tired after its performance, felt divine.

Her mouth left me as she looked up, a face a total mess, but calm and resolute as her hands gently stroked my shaft.