Yuri's First Time Teaching

Lined up at the training grounds were a dozen uniformed swordsmen and swordswomen, including Lucia, the guard woman that Yuri had met at the gates the night before. The old lady had made it clear that this training session was a test to see if Yuri could impart any of her skill to Kendar's soldiers. Yuri's small group was given a small corner of the open yard. The rest of the area was being used to perform the Kendar standing army's usual drills.

The old lady asked, "Do you need me to stay and translate for you?"

"Just tell them one thing," Yuri answered. "Do as I do."

The old lady raised an eyebrow, a little skeptical that Yuri's command would be enough for a fruitful training session, but she repeated Yuri's words in Common all the same. "We'll watch for a little while to make sure you get off on the right foot, but if all seems well, I'd like to at least give Katia her afternoon lessons for the day."

"Don't worry, I've got this." Yuri drew her blade, a Kendar standard-issue longsword that matched the swords of all her trainees. It was nothing special, but at least it was a sword. Yuri took her stance; staggered feet, knees slightly bent, two-handed grip, blade pointed down. Admittedly, Yuri favored her left hand, so most of the trainees had to mirror her, but they figured it out without too much difficulty. The only one who took a matching left-handed stance was Lucia. Yuri took it as a sign that she would be a perfect fit for her harem.

The trainees watched closely as Yuri held her sword out and twitched suddenly. A few seconds later, she repeated her command, "Do as I do." She was confused. She had just executed her entire repertoire of sword strikes, but the soldiers weren't even starting to move. She broke her stance and turned to Katia and the old lady. "Why aren't they doing it?"

The old lady asked, "Doing what?"

Yuri clarified the problem she was having, and the old lady explained in return that her movements had been too quick for anyone present to follow, visually, let alone physically copying them. Yuri sighed. Part of her Way was knowing herself, including knowing her sword style, and how it fit her and allowed her to utilize her full power. If the trainees weren't as quick or strong as her, then they wouldn't be able to learn her style properly. Yuri pondered her dilemma for a few moments, and then concluded that she needed to take a different approach.

"Okay. They can't do what I do. Can you tell them to do what Lucia does?" Yuri put her sword away and approached Lucia, nudging her arms and legs to perfect her stance, and also just generally groping her and feeling her up. Lucia gave Yuri a smoldering glare, making it clear that she didn't believe this was actual training anymore. Yuri's response was to simply smile and shrug.

The old lady explained Yuri's intent to the trainees, and Yuri started to move Lucia in earnest. She stood behind the blonde swordswoman, wrapping her hands around Lucia's on the sword hilt. Then, Yuri guided her through the motions she wanted her to make. She took Lucia through a couple dozen different swings and stances, eventually returning to her starting position. She stepped away, letting the raging erection pressing against her shorts brush against Lucia's tight ass before she fully let go, and then motioned for her to repeat the movements that they had practiced together. Lucia shot another glare at Yuri before she began moving her sword, but this time her look was as full of lust as it was of disdain.

Lucia's repetition was near-perfect, and Yuri applauded her efforts. The other trainees watched Lucia and began to copy her as well. Since the training finally seemed to be going smoothly, the old lady walked up to speak with Yuri. "It looks like you have things under control now. I don't see why you didn't just slow your own movements and let them copy you, but I suppose you needed an excuse to touch Lucia like that."

Yuri let her trainees practice the moves she taught them on their own, turning to face the old lady. "I wasn't doing it for me. I needed to figure out Lucia's Way. These moves are all hers now."

The old lady shook her head, not sure what to think. "I have no way of telling the difference without being able to see your moves in the first place. But the evidence does point against you, Yuri." The old lady gestured at the erection now pointing straight up and out of Yuri's shorts, aimed right at her navel. "Regardless, I don't think I'm needed here at the moment. I'll go give Katia her lessons now, unless you still need my help?"

"I'm good," Yuri answered, adjusting her erection back into her shorts, "I wouldn't want to get in the way of Katia's studies. You two can see the fruits of my labor when you return."

The old lady laughed on her way out, not sure what to expect from Yuri's boasting. Katia gave Yuri a short bow and wished her farewell. She smelled faintly of arousal again, and her eyes latched onto Yuri's crotch for a couple seconds before she could turn away and follow her teacher.

The rest of the training session was spent guiding Lucia through more precise motions, poking and prodding her as she practiced to keep her form on point. Yuri didn't spare a second to help any of the others, but they did their best to copy Lucia anyways. A couple of the other trainees were women, but they weren't as attractive as Lucia, and right now, Yuri only had eyes for the woman in front of her.

Lucia was entranced by the sword dance Yuri taught her, beginning to flow into her own combinations without further instruction. Her breathing was growing faster and her heart was beating out her chest, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. Before she could hurt herself, Lucia's sword was stopped by a strike from Yuri's. Her trance broken, Lucia looked up to see Yuri curling her fingers, challenging her to a match.

All of the trainees followed suit, forming pairs to practice their new moves against one another. Lucia and Yuri's sparring was by far the most intense, with the blonde swordswoman moving faster and striking harder than she ever had before. At first, Yuri matched her movements to Lucia's, utilizing the same style, until, surprisingly, Lucia managed to disarm her teacher. Yuri applauded again as she was defeated. She looked to her student and asked, "Think you're ready for a real match?" Lucia couldn't understand the words, but she caught the meaning, returning to her stance.

The second round began, this time with Yuri using her own, fully realized, Way. Whereas in their first match, the two had been fairly even, now Yuri appeared untouchable. Lucia couldn't avoid any strike, couldn't land any blow, and could barely even follow Yuri's movements. But, at the very least, she could follow them now. The same motions that her brain failed to even register at the beginning of their training together were now visible to Lucia. Yuri struck hard, again and again, hitting wherever Lucia was least ready to defend herself. The teacher pulled her blows at the last moment, leaving her student unharmed, but fully defeated.

Relentless, Lucia continued, losing again and again without appearing to come any closer. In the midst of sparring, the student effortlessly analyzed her teacher, breaking down Yuri's methods, her strengths and her weaknesses. Something in the way Lucia moved had opened her mind to new possibilities. The patterns of swordplay came so naturally to her that she barely had to think about what she was doing. All of her attention focused on Yuri's movements, Yuri's body, Yuri's beauty.

For several minutes, Yuri stopped blow after blow a hair's breadth from Lucia's skin, and the student could do nothing to stop her teacher. Then, she saw it. A thrust, aimed at her left shoulder. In three seconds, Lucia knew it would come. Yuri swung at her neck, and Lucia couldn't block it. Yuri cut at her heart, and Lucia couldn't block it. Yuri thrust at her left shoulder, and Lucia's blade was already there. Yuri's sword was deflected. A heartbeat later and it appeared in front of her eye, and Lucia couldn't block it. But she had blocked one strike.

Yuri stepped back again, sheathing her sword. Her smile was even bigger than usual. "Amazing," she said.

Lucia smiled back and spoke in Common. Yuri felt like she was thanking her. Lucia stepped forward and pulled Yuri into a kiss with both hands tangled in the braids on the back of her neck. Now Yuri knew that Lucia was thanking her, and she returned the kiss with equal passion, slipping her tongue past Lucia's lips. The two held each other, making out in the training grounds while the other trainees laughed and applauded, all of them still shocked to have witnessed Lucia's amazing progress. The old lady and Katia had also returned, just in time to see Lucia's impressive parry. They joined in the applause, until a minute had passed and the two were still locking lips and twisting their tongues together.

Katia coughed, gently, and when that didn't stop them, she coughed louder, until Yuri broke the kiss, a string of drool connecting her to Lucia. Katia blushed and Yuri could tell that she was more aroused than before.

"Well done," the old lady said, "I was expecting to come back to a disaster of one sort or another. Very good work, Yuri. I appreciate it, and I think Katia and Lucia do too."

At the mention of her name, Katia looked away from Yuri, embarrassment plain on her profile. Lucia, for her part, addressed the old lady in Common. The old lady replied, and Katia whipped around, joining the mysterious conversation as well. The other trainees laughed at Katia's reaction and began to retire to their barracks, thanking Yuri for the lesson. Yuri waited for the others to finish their talk, opting to stand around and look pretty while ogling Lucia's shapely ass and thighs. Once again, her erection had escaped her waistband and was drifting toward full mast.

"Yuri," the old lady called out after they were done speaking in Common, "I think these two have already fallen head over heels for you. Lucia said she wanted to spend the night with you, and Katia got jealous, it seems. Now they both want to take you out on a date tonight. I don't think I need to ask if you're willing."

"More than willing," Yuri agreed, wrapping her arms around her two first loves.

Lucia grabbed Yuri's dick and tucked it back into her shorts, saying something in Common.

"Later," Katia translated, her pale skin blushing pink.

"Don't forget, you still have morning lessons tomorrow, young lady!" The old lady called out, parting from them at the exit to the training grounds. "And use protection, for the Gods' sakes!"