Will Lesson Two

I had teamed up with Hera. She was a nice girl despite her issue. Her father was a wealthy merchant and a lord. I pulled her ribbon in the common room, and we went back to our dorms, and we fucked in the coldness of my room with blankets over us. I held her as she asked, called her baby like she asked, **** her, spanked her and slapped her, calling her a stupid girl. She took all this with gentleness and seemed to be aroused by it.

After our session, I left her there lying and panting and went to practice my magic. I could make it if I held onto to Hera I thought. Though she was a bit weird, she could get me through this. I came back, and we held each other, I reached over and covered her body in the blankets, and we slept together not saying much.

Our second class at Will in the first arena started the same way. I made my way to Hera and pulled her ribbon. She had a small smile on her face as we embraced. Elena was again by herself, none of the boys wanting to sully their houses name by fucking the king’s daughter. Jann had his eyes on a redhead daughter of a duke who after he tore her ribbon off, pushed her on the ground pulled up her butt and began ass fucking her violently with his hand over her mouth.

I took Hera into me, and we began. It was a warm embrace, and I knew Hera’s want and desires by this time. We came together and started the class.

Again like before we had to pull the rope and lift the weight on the pulley. I grasped the aether in full now. I could feel the lines of the will flaring into me as I reached it and wrapped it around the rope and began pulling it. It felt heavy. Clank. But it went. Clank. Another step and it went. Clank. I made it six steps before my aether finally released. It was better than last time but still a lot worse than I had hoped. Hera made around 7 steps this time beating her 4 steps the previous time. Many of the students showed improvements. Elena made it to 25 steps and Jann to 19. All the students and even teachers clammering around them impressed.

“25 on your second try? That’s a new record Elena, you could be stronger than your father!” someone gasped.

I sighed and stared at my weight like it was its fault. I would have to work harder to catch up.

“What’s wrong Miranda?”

“Oh just checking this weight. It’s off. It’s weird someone must have switched it out.”

“How much was it?”

“Just five times the regular weight.”

“Wait who’s weight was it?”

“I don’t recall.”