Training Montage

Over the next few days, Wendy lived with Carlyle, ate with Carlyle, slept in the same bed as Carlyle, and most of all, trained and pleased Carlyle as much as possible.

Her first task of the morning, would be to wake up at 5 AM in the morning to cook Carlyle breakfast. She would then wake up the old man by going under the covers and gently sucking his dick until hard and rubbing it between her breasts as she sucked the tip of the cock that protruded from her boobs. Even after he woke up she had to keep going until she received the first load of her day, which would double as her breakfast Carlyle had said. She was then required to run laps around the house while the old man got ready for the day, making sure to finish her run and join him when he started his shower for his second blowjob.

After that, she would dutifully deepthroat him underneath the kitchen table as Carlyle read the news and ate his breakfast.

In return for the morning routine, her master Carlyle actually had began training her in combat. Some were conventional, some were strange, and some felt closer to sexual acts. However Wendy soon saw the results even from the sexual ones. The daily facefucking sessions led to her having amazing control over her breathing, allowing her actions to be more efficient and powerful. Having her squat over Carlyle's face over and over as he licked her each time she went down strengthened her legs immensely while keeping her grounded even when distracted by a stray tongue lashing at her pussy.

Despite her protests to have any actual intercourse with Carlyle, he was able to convince her that every time she lost a spar against her master, he would get to have protected sex with her. He said it was to simulate losing against a Cryptid, which Wendy found actually quite realistic and reasonable. Unfortunately, Carlyle was immensely better than Wendy, so she would regularly be pounded in nearly every position imaginable around the training room and Carlyle's home.

Nights were filled with more sex as Carlyle insisted that he and Wendy share a bed in order to build a rapport as apprentice and master, but it also meant he needed his urges satisfied so he could sleep properly. Wendy found herself on the bed sweaty and surrounded by tied up cum-filled condoms as Carlyle slept soundly with a hand firmly grasping a boob. Her mouth would have the taste of cum from cleaning his dick after the night fuck session and every muscle of hers would be sore from a combination of getting Carlyle off and actual training.

Wendy grimaced as she threw away yet another trash bag filled with used condoms from their last sparring session. As much as she wanted to tell her master that he was taking advantage of her, she couldn't help but argue with the results. She felt faster, stronger, and more focused. She curled her arm and felt her new muscles.

"Young lady! Get back in here! This cock ain't gon' suck itself!" Carlyle yelled from the window.

"Yes master! Coming!" Wendy replied, before running back into the house.

Back in the house, Carlyle looked down at Wendy as he sat on the couch. His apprentice was on all fours, sucking slowly but going as deep as possible each time.

"You've come a long way," Carlyle praised her, both on pleasing him, but also earnestly on her physical skills, "I think you're ready to face that Cryptid lady."

Carlyle hadn't gone against his word in the slightest. He obviously wanted to get into Wendy's pants, and succeeded beyond his wildest dreams, but he did also teach her in the way of martial arts. They've even moved on to practicing sword combat, using blades very similar to the ones Wendy used in her duel against Kitsune.

"You think so?" Wendy asked, pulling her mouth off of her master's cock.

"Let's have a practice match right now," Carlyle decided, gently tapping Wendy's cheek with his cock a couple times before getting up.

They headed down to the training room, now filled with memories of Wendy and Carlyle training and fucking all over the room. Carlyle grabbed two bamboo practices words and tossed one to Wendy.

"First hit wins," Carlyle said, stripping down naked.

"Understood master," Wendy replied, doing the same and tossing her clothes to the side.

"Come at me whenever you're ready," Carlyle said, assuming a defensive stance with the sword.