Teach her how to handle his mace

Cardin grinned at Pyrrha before him, knelt between his legs, her eyes staring at the tent of his pants. "Now, Pyrrha. The first lesson is a blowjob. Have you ever done it before?"

"N-no, I haven't." She was hypnotized by the bulge's movements, watching it twitch with excitement. This was it. She was about to take the first step in intimacy. She was hesitant at first since they were in a public place and someone might catch them. But Cardin's words of assurance calmed her down and convinced her to go forward with his plan.

"Since you're already on your knees, you first have to take out my cock."

She fumbled with his belt and zipper, and with Cardin's help, slid off his pants down to his ankles. What was left was the last barrier to her training equipment; a pair of brown boxer shorts with a massive bulge. Her hand could not wrap around his base and when she yanked his member out, her gasp of shock and awe was music to Cardin's ears.

"I bet that mine was bigger than your ex-boyfriend's, right?" He grabbed his twelve-inch cock and swung it around while Pyrrha watched. Her eyes followed its every movement, like a puppy eyeing a tasty treat.

"I could never imagine that it can grow this big..." She carefully touches the monstrous cock before her. It was thicker than her spear, her hand couldn't even wrap around it completely. It was easily longer than her forearm, easily a foot in length. Below his man meat was his balls, which were bigger than her fists. "My ex wouldn't come close to reach half the size of this... this... cock."

"Before I almost forgot, I have a few suggestions before we start." Cardin was not even sure if Pyrrha was still listening, in the account that she was still studying his dick. Slapping her hand away, he stood up, which placed his cock parallel to her face. "I want you to listen carefully, okay?" He asked while he clenched his buttocks, his cock bobbing up and down with her mimicking its movement.

"First, and I'm just gonna say it. Your skirt is too short." He rubbed his cock on her face before he felt a faint heat from the ring. "Get rid of it and wear a thong or just gym panties. It's not just to look sexy too. You're gonna be more mobile and every opponent you fight will get distracted by your awesome hips!"

"I guess... that makes sense..." A blush crept on her cheeks for the compliment before Pyrrha moaned as his member throbbed against her skin. Her inhibitions started to crumble when she started to smell his heavy musk, every breath of his odor further tempered the heat on her loins. She wanted to taste it, to know how it feels as her tongue glides along its shaft. "It is restricting sometimes," Her hands grabbed her skirt and ripped it in two before she discarded it to the side like some common rag, "I'll do it."

"Second, and this is an important one; I am not your only teacher." He grabbed the base of his cock and repeatedly smack it on Pyrrha's face. "My dick is also your trainer. You need to respect it. Worship it." When Pyrrha let her tongue out, he rested his cock on top of it. Her lips traveled slowly towards his tip, no doubt savoring each inch tasted by her warm pink tongue. "A good blowjob is not always just licking and sucking. You have to show it some love, Pyrrha."

She hummed in agreement. When her tongue reached his tip, her fingertips caressed his shaft as a lover would, slowly, intimately. Her emerald eyes, full of affection, stared lovingly into his angry red glans and watched as thick drops of pre-cum started to drip from its opening. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips before she kissed the tip just like a princess in a fairy tale, cheeks red as she relished the thought. Her tongue moved just like her first kiss with him, giving it the love and adoration it deserves. It deserved more than just one kiss, with her making more along his shaft. When she heard the familiar shutter of a camera, she saw that he had taken a picture of her locked in a kiss with his tip. "Just a souvenir. I won't share it with anyone."

Cardin had to admit that Pyrrha was kind of cute. Before they met, he always thought that she was another fame-hungry celebrity or a fake that offered her body to arrange fights. The way she reacted to their kiss and how she treated his cock showed him that she may as well be genuinely pure. Well, was. Cardin did promise her knowledge on how to please a man. Him. With the power of the ring in his hands (well, around his finger), he will fulfill that promise.

"That's good, Pyrrha. Very good." She smiled at her grade. Even without experience, she made do with dedication. "Now, try to suck my cock, and don't let your teeth touch it." Pyrrha could barely fit Cardin's cock into her mouth, lips stretched wide as she wrapped her lips on its first inches. She slowly tried to take more of him but she stopped when his tip touched the back of her throat. "It's okay if you can't take in more. Use your hands on the parts you can't swallow yet."

Her head slowly bobbed up and down his cock. He felt her tongue drew circles around his member, the sounds of her moans started to get louder. She was learning and learning fast. She was slowly taking in more and more of his length, her gags became farther in between. Her gloves, lubricated by her saliva, slid along the rest of his shaft with increasing speed. With her substantial progress, she was past learning the proper motions. She was milking him for his cum.

"Time to slow down!" Cardin had to slow her down or suffer a premature release. Pyrrha reluctantly followed, only stopping after a few more tastes. He didn't expect that she would pick up the lessons rapidly. "You also have to pay attention to the balls, Pyrrha." Her attention was directed to his low hanging fruits, having grown larger than her fists put together. "It's just as important as the shaft."

She lifted his man meat up for her lips to touch his nutsack, her hand still pumping the shaft. It was soft, full of spunk that would undoubtedly be given to her. Her tongue explored the bulging veins, feeling the cum churned by her touch. Its smell was intoxicating, enough for her to bury her nose against it. It was the heavy musk of a cock; a fuckmeat with the sole purpose of conquering women.

"Do you want to taste it, Pyrrha?" He placed his hand on her head, Pyrrha's emerald eyes stared at him while her mouth didn't leave his scrotum, "You want it, right? To swallow the evidence that you satisfied a man? To know that he won't leave you? To know that you made him happy?"

"YES! I WANT IT! I WANT YOUR CUM!"

Cardin expected that the ring would burn, or at the very least heat up, but just as he thought he figured out the ring.

The ring grew ice cold.