The one to be tested next was Malik, while the rest prepared for their night, he took the boy away to hunt some prey for dinner.
The boy knew how to fire the crossbow but his accuracy left a lot to be desired, that didn't stop him from trying hard and under Constantine's advice the champion saw Malik's increase in dexterity.
"You're not that bad with the crossbow, Malik... at least you know how to fire it, but I won't allow you to simply focus on long-range, if anyone ever comes close enough, you're dead.that " He said seriously, focusing only on long-range was a suicidal move, a person needed to be able to defend himself or herself in close quarters.
"YES, MASTER!" The more Malik went around hunting bunnies with his new master, the more he respected him.
Contrary to his 'father-in-law' whose strength was admirable yet his wisdom shallow, Constantine was an all-rounder, it felt as if he had the answer for every question, the best method and for every encounter, the wisest words for any circumstance.
Malik literally felt himself progress in a single day of training, it had been difficult, but the results were there, motivating him to move forward.
Constantine took out something from his waist at that moment.
"Then take this."
"A knife?" Malik received it, it was a knife but not just any knife, it looked high-quality at first sight with a size of roughly nine inches.
"Yes, it is the best you can use mixed with a crossbow... be careful when you use it, we're going to be sparring now before going back, I want to see what you've learned! come at me with that thing as if you're going to chop a chiken!"
"AAHHH!!" Malik didn't need to be said twice.
Alas, he wasn't yet ready.
"UGH!"
"Okay... use it as if you're chopping your father-in-law."
"HAAAA!!!"
"Heh~ better."
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Everyone was panting and tired while Constantine remained, doing some push-ups.
'I need to take this body to the limit too.'
[...] Zebellia saw everything and she didn't know what to say, his dedication was remarkable.
'No wonder he's a candidate to be the God of War, such cohesion with his underlings, but there is something else... some other divinity.
Looking above her, the trial was rotating and emanating a fierce aura... the black miasma floated around it, kept at by due to her energy but something was not right.
'If only I knew more about the trial... I just rushed here, without informing myself properly...'
She sighed in a mysterious contour.
...
The night quickly came as they had left the outskirts of the forest and started to get a little deeper in.
The group was naked and Zamira too lay down, wanting nothing more than to sleep, but she saw her master sit by the bonfire with the magic books, checking them.
"Master... I can-"
"Sleep, I will guard, I need to check these books anyway." He assured her, that a part of him was enthralled by the magic spells and utilities shown in this book, the other part or better said his left eye, was looking at Zamira's cleavage.
'What a way to multitask...'
"Aren't you tired?"
"I am, but I need to copy all these books in less than a week to give them back to the librarian."
"... can I stay awake with you?" She asked hopefully, even though that wouldn't be the best option for her.
"You can't, I will be training all of you every day, so you better rest as tomorrow won't be any easier."
"I don't want you to work hard alone."
"Fool, I'm not working hard alone, we all are... I'm just doing a little extra." He patted her head, but for the purple-haired beauty, today that kinship wasn't enough.
The bonfire fluttered as she approached, her lips close to his.
Contact, it was brief but contact nonetheless, it served for Zamira to evaluate the situation, making some distance she realised that her master was looking at her not with a glare of disapproval.
Constantine moved forward and met those sweet lips with his own in a slow kiss, a teaching kiss. Aware that it was her first one, he took it nicely.
Their lips danced in a way in which Zamira started to learn, slowly but surely.Moving away the passion in her chest to give way to the desire to please the other party and increase the quality of her performance.
Zamira rejoiced, a part of her expected him to reject her, but such an event didn't occur.
For an entire mseveraldelivered a number of kisses to each other, by the last one she grew bold enough to bite his lower lips and smile.
"Master, what are we?"
"Master and disciple, now go back to sleep." He said, looking away and preparing to read his book once again.
"Is a master supposed to kiss his disciple?~" But Zamira didn't think bout sleeping at all, that sequence of kisses drew all the fatigue away.
"I could ask you the same, is a disciple supposed to kiss her master?" His words were so nonchalant that it was obvious he couldn't care less about that seniority, 'Not the first time I break a taboo.'
"No... but I don't care." Zamira's gaze and eyes reflected his, in any case, they wouldn't be master and disciple forever if that was an issue.
"Then I don't either, go back to sleep or I'm going to slap your big butt in punishment."
The purple-haired beauty was placed in a Dilemma, go and sleep? or not go and sleep?
The answer was obvious, her master is very permissive and spoiling, at least when they're nShesparring so...
Her had crawled forward and entered his shirt.
"Zamira..."
She didn't say anything, instead, started to deliver kisses all along his neck.
"Master, my breasts, they're a little heavy."
"Now, that's an inconvenient." He smirked.
"Yes, if they're this big... I can't train properly tomorrow, could you help me, master?~" She knew what part of the stone she had to hit to have the sculpture shatter the way she wanted, they had already played this game of denial before.
And she loved them.
"What do you need me to do?" He placed his hand on her leg and closed the book, it is on.
"Well, I need a master to suck them until they're empty, perhaps then my mobility can go back to normal."
"They're sleeping."
"Then we should go somewhere where we don't interrupt them." Like a succubus she pulled him from the bonfire to the abyssal pit where his soul would be consumed, or perhaps, not so metaphorical, the beauty was too desperate to take him so far away, a tree in the near distance would do.
They still needed to guard the group.
The moment they were away from prying eyes, it was as if oil was intorown to a living fire.
Hands started to fondle and caress, Zamira locked their lips and sat him by the tree, straddling his legs and making sure to push her entire weight and breasts on his chest, squeezing them in between for all they were worth.
"Hmn~" She moaned when he fondled one of them and making sure that she had an ample sight of the sleeping group from her position, she let loose.
"We can't take our clothes, if we need to run-" He began only for Zamira to open her jacket and lift up her shirt, those two big lumps floated out producing a bouncing noise that caught his attention from the get-go.
"There is no need to take our clothes~" She smirked before sealing his lips once again, opening his shirt as well, she intended to suck his 'milk' today.
"You're getting better at kissing." He put a finger in her mouth and she licked it seductively, it wasn't with the intent of appearing 'lusty' it was what she desired to do.
"I learn from the best, Master." By now Constantine couldn't control himself anymore, he took one of her big jugs and put it in his mouth, sucking with strength as the vital liquid entered his mouth, there wasn't as much as she had said, obviously this had been a mere excuse but he didn't care.
"Hmn~ m-master, suck them more." She bit on her finger, caressing his head and even scratching one of his elf ears by mistake.
!!!
"Ahn!~" She gasped when she felt his bit on her nipple with force.
"Lower your voice, and be careful with my ears... or I will have to devour those lips." He sighed, if this reaction was produced from her touching his ears, then there was nothing more to be said about his feelings.
All he could do was punish this fiendish disciple of his by moving his fingers along her abdomen until they entered the forbidden zone.
!!!
"Y-Your fingers!" Zamira exclaimed, holding his sinning hand that was prodding all the terrain beneath.
"What's wrong with them?~" He felt the wetness, the softness and without thinking introduced an entire finger.
"A-Ahn~ i-it feels so good."
"So you want to suck my 'milk', what a naughty disciple~" Two fingers went in, in and out, in and out as Zamira squirmed, she had never touched herself, this is her first time experiencing the wonders that her lower body can provide.
Gasping and trying to keep herself together, she could do nothing... feeling earth-shaking stimuli resurface in her crotch, she believed she was going to pee, but this is completely different!
"Master~ Ahn!~ s-something! something is coming! ahn!~" Her eyes opened the furthest possible even shining as some lightning sparks resurfaced when she felt something in her interior explode with might.
"Ahn!~" That moan didn't deter Constantine who after hearing her cries of pleasure seemed to not care about consequences.
Zamira climaxed and Constantine grunted, pressing her against the ground and lifting her legs high on the skies.
"Even I have limits, Zamira, you're becoming simply too seductive, if I don't give it to you, you won't stop." With his last bit of rationality he looked to the side and all around them, with a panting Zamira now silent, he could hear everything and as far as he could tell -not that he checked too much- there were no intruders.
He saw that the group was still sleeping, there were still no movements around or anything, and then he fiercely sank his mouth into one of her breasts while the woman struggled with her own passion.
"Y-You're b-biting ahn!~"
After some seconds of fierce sucking, he finished his job, no more milk was coming out.
He released that nipple with a pop, not before thieving the last lick, his smirking gaze contained nothing but unrestrained lust.
"I'm finished there, no more coming out~ now..." With his tongue he drew a trail along her abdomen where he opened her trousers and lowered them, giving way to some soaking panties.
"W-Wait, t-that place..." Before she could finish, she felt something she had never felt before, a long-seductive lick all the way from her crack to her lustrous erected pearl, her little clit.
It was a single lick in which he could taste everything she had to offer.
"Ahn!~ M-Master, you can't!" She tried to push his head away from her crotch, not because it didn't feel good, but because she believed it to be an insult, that's where she pees from!
"You can't! t-that place is dirty!"
She exclaimed, everything in vain, all she could do was allow her legs to be opened the furthest possible, buckling her waist in pleasure as a tongue went deep in, savouring everything.
"Come on, there is nothing dirty in you, let me give it another taste." Her taste was splendid, slightly salty but so soft that he couldn't way to move along the next phase, as if to try and silence Zamira, one of his fingers entered her mouth and she bit it slightly to suppress the pleasure coming from her crotch, she was like a beautiful insect entangled in webs, no capacity to retaliate whatsoever.
Her purple hair started to shine slightly like a loading charge of lust.
"N-No! m-master your tongue! Hmn!~ I love your tongue." What began as reluctance turned into pure ecstasy, she didn't know what he was doing, but she loved it.
It was a long lick, a single kiss on her clit and then, through invasion, a never-ending cycle that drew her crazy.
Zamira's ruffled moans resonated until she had to cast her gaze up to see a shadow looming above them!
"MASTER! CAREFUL!"
"Please, h-help..."
*BAANG!*
Before the two of them knew what happened a body fell on top of Constantine, prompting him to sink his mouth the furthest possible into Zamira's crotch.
'What the hell!?' He thought, his inner voice silenced by the moan that was uttered when he mistakenly bit on Zamira's sensitive clit.
...
"AAHNN!!~"
*GROWL!!*
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