Miles
Before, I had been cringing and wincing but,now, I'm bouncing on the balls of my feet. Excited by the fierceness my fated is exhibiting. Each throng of her counterattack hardened my cock more and more, and I couldn't wait to put her writhing beneath me, showing me just how flexible she really was. Each bend, each squat, each split she makes to avoid Freyja is incredible, incredibly sexy, and timed with perfect accuracy, and her Professor can no longer lay an attack on her.
Her skill set is far more advanced than it should be at that time, and I know it's because she's honing in on my experience, her succubus giving her an advantage. An advantage that Freyja hadn't been counting on. Unfortunately, it's also an advantage that would make it impossible for me to have Freyja's teaching career ended because her statement at the beginning of the class has been proven valid, or at least semi-valid. Katrina isn't the third strongest person in this room. She is the strongest. Her pure grit and determination possibly making her stronger than the eldest of Gods.
There's a succession of metal striking metal, and then a loud clatter of metal thudding against the ground and the thump of a body following suit. Freyja's sprawled on the ground, her legs tucked beneath her, her arms spread wide, covered in tiny lacerations made by the prick of a spear. Katrina lunges forward, her spear pointed at Freyja's neck, and my heart skips a beat, thinking this is the end. Katrina will kill her Professor, and I'll have to battle the entirety of the council to keep her from imprisonment.
Katrina stopped just short of impaling Freyja's throat. Her spear glinting off the Professor's fragile skin, a little droplet of blood trailed from where the two met. "YIELD!" She snarled, her tone deep and authoritative, the sound so commanding, it made me want to bend the knee and submit to her.
Looking around at our fellow classmates, I can see that she has had more of an effect on them. The majority have stood from their seats, completely entranced by her presence. Their heads are bent down in a show of respect, and a handful are even folded over in a complete bow. Even Hilda is paying her respects to her rightful Queen, although the look on her face shows that its more the lineage in her blood commanding her to do so than her free will.
"You pass this round, Katrina." Freyja snarled, swiping her hand at the spear still pointed at her neck.
"And I'll surpass the other two as well," Katrina remarked, staring down at Freyja, showing her no fear, waiting a full minute before lowering her weapon and taking a step back, giving her fallen Professor the spaces needed to stand.
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