Lewd the Fighting Trainer

"Sir," Rasa said. "I've really enjoyed this lesson. I was just wondering...if you weren't busy, perhaps you'd like to..." She straightened up, and she put one hand on her hip. "Spend some time together?"

Matarun raised his eyebrows. He looked around the training area...then he walked toward her, stopping when he was scant inches from her. "You should be careful," he murmured, gazing into her eyes. "You might make me feel like I'm being...tempted."

Rasa smiled. "Perhaps that's just what I want."

They gazed at each other a moment more, then he leaned in, his lips meeting hers. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss; she reached up to rub his chest. Then she felt his hands on her rear, and she gasped against his mouth.

In seconds they were groping and grunting, practically shoving their bodies together. Rasa leaned against Matarun, as if trying to climb his body; he dragged her over to a table. Rasa pulled back and sat on the table, panting; then she smiled and turned, bending over.

Matarun raised her skirt and slapped his hand against her ass, making Rasa groan. She shivered as she felt her panties being drawn downward, and she spread her legs. A heated thickness pressed to her most intimate parts, and Rasa tried to relax herself—but it still sperad her wide, stretching her and probing deeply.

"Hnngh," Matarun grunted, leaning over and panting in her ear. "Good..."

"Y-you certainly know how to use your sword," Rasa breathed. That earned another slap on her ass, and she laughed breathlessly.

The pair began to move in tandem, pushing together. Soon their pace increased; Rasa found herself unable to do more than hang onto the table and brace herself. The cock pounded relentlessly into her, setting every nerve aflame. **** whimpers escaped her mouth; she felt herself tensing, her pleasure unstoppably building. "I...I'm gonna!..."

"Already," Matarun whispered to her. "You really...wanted this? F-fuck!" He renewed his thrusts, his hips smacking her soft ass. "I'm..." He grabbed her shoulders and drove in one more time.

Rasa felt heat spilling into her depths, and she flexed her back, crying out. Her pleasure blossomed inside her, waves of ecstasy flowing through her. After long moments she started to relax, and she slumped against the table, still savoring the feeling of his cock nestled inside her.

Matarun kissed her neck, panting softly. "Guess I've truly conquered you," he murmured. "Though I almost feel like I was the one conquered..." She giggled.