Vika is waiting.

He thankfully makes it through without running into anybody else, giving him even more time to rest both his mind and body, though he can't help but think about what happened last time he went to the backyard. Quickly, he shakes those thoughts away before they have an embarrassing effect. He turns the knob and steps out into the sunshine, and not far away he seems the sunheart waiting for him.

Vika once again wears a daisy through her hair--a tropical beauty standing before him. She's garbed in her usual attire of a dark blue binding around her bust being held together by a golden ring in the center of her cleavage. She slaps her hands around her sides--legs covered only by her booty shorts and nothing more beneath, with bare feet softly in the grass. She locks her striking red gaze on him as he shuts the door behind himself and makes his way over.

"What did you need of me?" he asks.

"We're fighting."

"Wait, what?"

"Don't tell me I know more about why you're here than you do. Dalaworth said you came to study under her as an alchemist, but you're also trying to become a stronger man. I saw that sword you had. If you want to be a knight or whatever, you can't just mix potions together. That's where I come in."

"But I didn't bring my sword."

"You won't always have a weapon! And your body needs to be tough too." She places her hand on her chest, and slides her fingers down her belly until the tips begin to lift her shorts. "I'll give you a nice physique, just like mine."

It is pretty nice... "All right. I'll do my best."

Vika grins. She lowers herself down into a fighting stance--both hands up. She bobs up and down idly as she waits. Her perky tits jiggle along with her as they're barely restrained in her tiny top. "Well don't leave me waiting."

He watches her closely. His eyes can't help but follow her body, almost like he's being hypnotized. He shivers as a tingle travels through his body. Oh no. I'm reacting immediately. I just can't relax myself at all. Everybody's teasing. It's making me so sensitive.

"Hello?" she says impatiently.

"Sorry!" He whimpers quietly and takes a few steps forward. He then moves into his combat stance--mostly emulating her own. His experience with hand-to-hand combat is rather minimal. "I'm ready."

"Good. Now watch me very closely. Don't take your eyes away."

I really don't want to watch...

Suddenly, she kicks out with her foot, instantly forcing him to the ground with a painful thud. She then tackles him down. Her breasts press down directly against his face, and she holds him there like a cobra suffocating its prey. All he can see is dark skin, and all he can feel are heavenly clouds against him, though he quickly realizes he can no longer breath.

Trevor starts tapping her arm in hopes she lets go.

She sighs. "You need to fight back more than that." Then she pulls away and sits on his stomach, continuing to pin him to the grass.

This position. I can't-- He clenches his teeth, but there's nothing that can be done. His member starts to slowly rise right behind her ass. He stares up--a woman riding on top of him. That isn't actually the case, but his imagination is starting to take over, and the view of her underboob is amazing.

"Well, we need to try again." Vika stands up, turns, and her hips sway while she makes her way back to her starting position. She turns on her heel and faces him once again in a fighting position. "Hurry up!"

Trevor awkwardly readjusts his pants as he stands and hopes she doesn't notice the discomfort poking up from below. He lowers himself as well, though now it's far more difficult. "Can we just rest a moment?"