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Godslayers: Tales of Lust and Glory {love_and_poprocks & Teppo}


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In the Western Continent, only the strong and chosen were allowed to be tested for the annual Ceremony of the Plates. Our story takes place in the metropolis city of Adora; large sleek modern buildings that would touch the sky to the humble shack in the outskirts were overshadowed by these towers of metal and mortar. The ceremony was the difference between a life of servitude and poverty to grand adventure and wealth. Many participated and it was such a dangerous affair that many would have to sign waivers so family members could not claim wrongful death over a perfectly voluntary process. The Ceremony of the Plates was a way for these warriors t exhibit their skills and for a God to choose to be their champions. The ability to wield powerful weapons to crush inanimate objects and living beings with ease. If one was lucky they would also be blessed with armor plates that were gifts from the Gods. Both protecting and strengthening the wearer it allowed them to channel the innate element that the God associates with; these lucky few are called Armorers and there were less than twenty on the Western Continent. That is until this day when a human female of the seventh nahn circle of their complicated class system made history. The event was strange because she was almost on the brink of being killed by a pike wielder who had her praying to the Gods and her prayers were answered it seemed. Not only was she the youngest female Armorer she was also the first to claim the championship of the Ice Priestess; an aloof God that would bring harsh blizzards to the land if angered. Or at least that is who the people blamed for coincidental natural phenomenon. As the ceremony came to a close the female was adorned with much praise and coveted by officials to be a guard for their 'honorable' houses. A feast was even held in her honor, the disconnect between the first nahn circle to the tenth dahn circle was so large. It was uncomfortable how abundant in fresh food and excess they indulged in while the poorest of them suffered starvation and unclean environments. Even though she was closer to the top as far as class went she still was used to the harsh labor required to live. With the realization that there would be corruption and waste the female could not accept the attentions any more. That evening she would escape from the clutches of the elite and leave the city not even saying goodbye to those she considered family. A sack of her most immediate essentials and a document of the last known location to the most skilled Armorer to ever be produced from Adora, Asher Ambrose, she set out on her quest to find the man she wanted to be her teacher.

A month after her departure for her quest she had finally found his last known dwelling, in a large black cloak that covered her face and body she went . It was a large estate in the middle of nowhere; a multiple story castle like structure with a connecting bridge built over the rushing ravine below. The gate was closed shut but that wasn't so hard to get past now that she her self was an Armorer. Leaping over the gate with a rookies over estimation of how gravity works, she landed on her rear on the stony path leading to the large front door. Hurriedly she would rush to the door and with all of her reasonable strength she would pound at the door. Over and over and over again but no answer, it had rolled into evening and she had almost given up that is until after what felt like a hundred years an older gentleman with a distinguished mustache towered over her five foot five frame. Pulling a the hood off her head it revealed her light ginger hair and determined blue eyes. Armorer's had this innate ability to tell their own and feel ones aura; and Asher's was making her body burn from how intense his aura felt. Before the man could say anything the voice of the young twenty-five year old female spoke excitedly. "You're Asher Ambrose right?! It is such an honor to meet you! I know this is sudden and out of the blue but..." Suddenly she would bow and in earnest beg for his tutelage. "Please let me be your student!" After some silence he would dawn a sly grin and give her the conditions. To which not really understanding all that she had heard agreed despite the risks, and so this started their relationship as Master and Student. 

Another month had passed the two were sparring in his training grounds and this was where their story truly begins...

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The day had been long and filled with headaches for Asher Ambrose.  It had all started with his cup of morning coffee, when he'd discovered that several crates of his favorite, imported blend were befouled by rot and vermin.  Then the sour news carried on into the afternoon when couriers reported that his trade deals had mostly fallen through.  The less lucrative ones were just fine, of course.  Asher suspected that the upper dahns were working together to block his ascent into the higher ranks.  The problem with being a tenth dahn is that he was seen as a little better than the lowest of commoners, hardly even a noble.  To make matters even worse, most of the higher ranks were filled with nobles who valued tradition and long-standing legacies.  To them, the name of Ambrose which had only risen to an elevated status recently, is an affront and an insult to their way of life.  As far as they're concerned, Asher is an invader.  A foreign entity tainting the purity of their homeland with his dirty boots.

The final nail in the coffin was the recent withdrawal of his students from his Armorer Tutelage.  It was essentially just tutoring but as most of the students were young nobles, it had paid well.  The walls were closing in on the Ambrose estate and Asher felt as though he were suffocating.  He lifted a glass of a dark, brown liquid and took a sip.  The liquid burned as it ran down his throat, but the effects were immediately.  He felt his worries slipping away and he focused on the positives.  His glaze swung to a map hanging on his study wall.  Of a continent far to the east, surrounded by treacherous waters and impassable mountains.  Of a place that no man or woman on Adora had ever seen.  It was there that Asher would make his fortune and put the rest of the nobility to shame.  They could try but they wouldn't smother the Ambrose name.  He wouldn't let them.

He set the glass onto the desk with a dull thud and rose from his chair.  At least not all of his students had left.  And though she had no money to pay him, she was easily his favorite student by far.  She had potential in spades, but that was hardly the reason he enjoyed their sessions.  He felt himself harden at the thought of what he'd do to her this time.  The training was real, at least.  She would still benefit from his tutelage, but Asher was allowed to take his pleasure when it suited him.  Asher left his study and headed down to the training field, eager to play with the red-headed warrior known as Candace Adair.

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Candace was not unaware of her teachers fall from grace. However he was the best and most talented Armorer around. Class shouldn’t have mattered to those fat pretentious nobles but it didn’t matter. She probably would have faced a similar fate or worse considering she was an inexperienced female that just came into having a power many would kill for. Oppression came in many forms, Asher’s story was not all that uncommon. 

Having made a home here, she realized that she had made a deal with the devil in exchange for the glory she seeked. In the training yard in a large open space behind the manner she stood and would sigh heavily. “Fuckin pervert. Why do I have to wear this?” She cursed to herself as she was alone.

The outfit she wore was actually very useful armor but because of her voluptuous form it left little to the imagination. Tall green thigh-high boots with a tall thick heel, a skirt with splits on the side and metal lining, a breast plate that exposed her abdomen and her plush under curve of her breasts. The only conservative thing was the shortened cloak of utility that hung large and lengthy leather straps with metal bobbles she could use for a variety of things. One she liked a lot was that they were whip like and gave her great tools to practice with.

Standing in place she did as she was instructed for the day, to meditate and envision her element. Now that she was indeed an Armorer she would be able to summon the Gods element outside of having her weapon and armor on. The only problem was that the city of Adora never got snow or ice. The land was terraformed by the pollution of the masses and so the climate never got cold enough for it to form. Still she would try.

His teachings were by far better than what she had to have done in a monitored setting. Concentrating on her core; the mystical orb of power all Armorers were blessed with upon awakening, absorbed the mana slowly in the area. She continued to envision the icy winds of a blizzard, the air around her began to cool rapidly as her breath could be seen. The only thing that would break her concentration was on his way to toy with his pupil.

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Asher strolled through the manor, looking moderately regal in family's armor and cloak.  The armor was largely ceremonial and provided no real protection, but it helped remind people that no matter how much Asher played the part of a noblemen, he was also a warrior at heart.  His cloak billowed out behind him as he descended the steps to the ground floor and out the back of the manor.

He came upon Candace in a deep concentration.  No doubt taking his teachings to heart.  She appeared to be attempting to gain a better handle on her powers.  Asher could feel a slight tug as the red-headed woman absorbed mana from the immediate area.  Not wanting to interrupt and content to drink in the lovely image she presented, Asher remained where he was at the manor's back door.  He admired every plump curve of her feminine form and especially the way her dress failed to properly protect her modestly in some areas.  He admired the stretch of exposed, creamy skin that ran from thigh to buttocks to hip.  He admired how her chest piece displayed prominent globes of underboob and even slight bit of a pink from her areola.  He even admired how the cool blue of her eyes and the fiery red of her hair gave her a look of fierceness.

Finally, Asher decided that he'd had enough of looking.  He wanted to touch and tease.  He moved across the training field to stand next to Candace.  His hand roamed across her plump bottom before resting against her thigh.  Her skin was like silk, and it made his trousers feel tight.  "How's my favorite student?"  His voice was low and intimate, like a lover.  "Are you up for a little one-on-one time?"

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Candace had not felt his admiring gaze. Though mana could help with detection, she was focused on absorption and concentration. The air grew colder around her still as goosebumps began to form from her body not yet used to the plummeting in temperature she had manipulated. Her pretty face contorting in deep though as her lips moved unconsciously but no words left her mouth. Considering that his methods were unorthodox this was the tamest part of the ‘training’ she had done up to this point. With that being said she was a rather bubbly bouncy person who enjoyed the hard work of it all, determined to exceed her current limits and go beyond. 

A heated hand brushed against her exposed skin and she let out a squeal of surprise. “Ah!!!” Her concentration breaking resulting in her fingers becoming stiff as if frozen. Not long after the somewhat familiar looming form of her master radiated a heat that was missing from earlier causing her cheeks to burn in an radiating flush of pink. “M-Master when did you get here!?” The female surprised as she had not heard him come out; and he was in that armor of his. The purr of his voice sent shivers down her spine as she was becoming a bit anxious. 

I really wish you wouldn’t sneak up on me like that. I was really getting the hang of it this time!” Candace said excitedly as she did have to admit she was proud to have changed the atmosphere as she did, momentous indeed. She whined a bit blowing her heated breath against her thawing fingers. Turning her gaze back to him those blue gems that were her eyes looked to his features. He always kept tidy and looked so refined and wise. Little did the outside world know how much of a perverted man he was. Her chest tightened at his question and her body language showed how unused to his advances she was but also in anticipation as this was a fairly common occurrence. Candace turned to him she would give him a small nod and a thoughtful glance before breaking eye contact. “How should we proceed this time Master Asher?” Her voice a bit shaky with the chill still lingering in the air. 

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Goosebumps spread across Candace's skin under Asher's touch, though whether it was in response to the change in temperature she had affected or her continued resistance to her touch, he didn't know.  Nevertheless, he used it as an excuse to caress her side from thigh to waist and back again as thought just sharing his body heat with a cold student.  Not that he actually needed an excuse to harass her so; she'd already agreed to his terms after all, but he still enjoyed the game.

"Maintaining your concentration, no matter the circumstance is an essential skill."  He chided, though he smiled all the same.  "You need to master holding your focus, even if your master should sneak up on you."  He furrowed his brow as though in thought and opened his mouth to speak again, "I think perhaps we should work on honing that focus.  Working with mana is liking working a muscle.  It will only get stronger the more you use it."  Asher moved behind Candace, pressing his body close to hers.  He would be more than a little surprised if she didn't feel his bulge poking against her bottom.  "I want you to try concentrating again.  Only this time I will attempt to distract you.  Whatever happens, don't lose your focus.  Just ignore me."  One hand passed under her skirt and disappeared into her undergarments.  His hand rested on top of her mound, petting her pubic area and slowing moving lower.

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His caresses were warm, while not fully appreciated she did like that his hands were hot compared to her cooled skin. While Candace did sign up for this she was still unused to the treatment even after agreeing to it. He master liked to tease and make excuses to touch her, which while frequent did not always end in penetration. Sometimes he would leave her unable to stand and overly sensitive from all of his playing around. Good thing he couldn't see her face as she looked rather annoyed. Him trying to squeeze in a lecture was a bit laughable but she knew his teachings were legit and she had seen improvement despite her bodily protests. "Oh yes it is essential after all. As master says..." Her voice holding the sarcasm heavily like a pot filled to the brim with water. 

Her master didn't seem to mind being around her whenever she made the atmosphere cold as he was preoccupied with his own agenda. Turning to him as he spoke, she quickly went to the other side in a hurried action as he was behind her now. "Wait right now?!" She protested only verbally as she felt his throbbing bulge in against her plump cheeks. Her skin turned red from her blood boiling in embarrassment as she struggled to keep a straight face. Looking forward she whimpered a bit. "Okay just ignore him. Just ignore him! ConcentrAAATE!!" She mewled loudly as his hand found its way into Candace's panties. Wriggling her hips a bit as she tried to keep her thighs closed she felt his hot hand stimulating her. "Oh my gods you damned perv!" Clearly flustered his student would tremble where she stood. Trying to gain some semblance of composure, she would begin to raise her arms up and the bring it down to her chest as she attempted to refocus her energy on gathering mana. Though it was really hard as his fingers were going lower and grazed her clit. He did seem to have an effect on her since her training began a month ago. 

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Asher's index finger sought and found the lumpy form of Candace's bean.  He pressed on it lightly and massaged it in small circles.  After several moments, he moved away from her clit and caressed the length of her labia, moving gently up and down the edge of the lip.  Always teasing but never venturing inside.  Eventually, his middle finger touched the other petal and together the digits traced the form of her womanhood.  But as before, neither finger reached inside, only remaining tauntingly on the outside.  This technique was designed to build desire but never satisfy.  Asher enjoyed stroking the fires of her lust until she grew horny and began to ache for his touch.

Eventually, his hand withdrew, pulling away from her pussy, exiting her panties and coming out from under her skirt.  "You've come a long way since you came to me for tutelage."  He stepped away from her, coming to stand in front of Candace.  "I remember when something like that would have easily flustered you and broke your concentration."  He flashed her a crooked smile.  "Let's try a little combat practice now."  Asher summoned his shortswords and after several moments their familiar weight settled into his hands.

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Candace let out a cry of pleasure as she bowed her head letting her hair create a curtain around her face. He knew how to tease and arouse his student as he had plenty of unadulterated time to learn her body inside and out. Though with what he had decided to do was pleasing it wasn’t so overwhelming that she couldn’t overcome the tingling sensation of arousal  enveloping her body. The air became bitingly cold and the world seemed to freeze in the moment as even the wind slowed in her attempts to concentrate her mana. The more he played, the more she trembled and the wetter she became. Her thighs almost closed against his hand before he pulled it away. A soft sound of reluctance as he pulled his hand away she stood up straight after he had removed himself from her panties. 

Looking back to him she would breathe heavily in a shudder as her breath could be seen in the air. Her nose red from the cold, she would lightly sniffle and warily watch him closely. “Combat?” She asked curiously before seeing him manifest his blades. Gulping lightly her heart fluttered in excitement. He never wanted to do sparing and now this was her chance. Dispersing the condensed mana into herself she would hop around on the balls of her feet ready to go. Sadly she had to concentrate a bit harder in order to manifest her weapon. A large wooden handle with a chain whip and morning star head formed in her hands as she had to incision the weight of the chains. Eyes now narrowing in both excitement and seriousness she would smirk a bit before swinging the chain creating a small chilled wind. It was funny how during combat it was second nature to bring her abilities forth but when it was just meditation and practice without the fighting she was so lost. 

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Asher tapped into the bond he shared with his armor, accessing the vast well contained within.  Years of training, working, and simply existing alongside his plate had deepened his bond to the point that he could acutely feel every aspect of his armor, even when it wasn't summoned.  He could visualize every curve, dent, scratch, and joint.  He could feel the weight of it against his skin.  He could smell the metal, and the oil used to clean it.  Through their bond, Asher fed it his mana and felt the warmth of a midday sun suffuse his body.  It was gentle and comforting and made him want to take a nap in a large field.  He took a content sigh and rolled his shoulders, settling into a relaxed state of being that always preceded his battles.

Asher flashed Candace a cocky grin before stealing the offensive.  Normally, the man would fight defensively at first, learning his opponent and only go on the offensive when he had a plan for destroying his foe.  But this was only practice for Candace.  A game, as far as Asher was concerned.  He surged forward, his movements enhanced by the power of light, and threw a lightning fast stab her way.  He was holding back, however, and his attack was not as fast as it could've been.  Asher was confident that his student would be able to block or parry his thrust.

Without waiting to see if the attack connected, Asher sidestepped and launched another stab from a different angle.  Then he moved back the other way and struck again.  Over and over, left, right, left, right.  He moved like a viper, his movements designed to confuse and distract.  His attacks were never more than she could handle, but he never stopped and never slowed, likely putting her on the defensive.  When he was certain that he had her focused on stopping just one blade, the tips of both his swords glowed with a golden light and struck with a double-thrust that was faster than any of his attacks so far.  His target was the straps holding her chest-piece to her chest.  Should they land, they would likely expose her lovely breasts.

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Candace could feel her master's aura change. Channeling the armor of ones element was just an extension of their energies; but it was more intimate than that. It was an experience very few would ever be able to say they had the chance of knowing. It was like having a guardian spirit fighting with ones every move. Asher was able to access it so easily and while it took her longer she was finally starting to get the hand of it. The whole process required imagination and envisioning the armor as if one was wearing it to embolden the defense. Her visualization however was not a complete as she was only ever able to summon the armor once since being under his tutelage. It was not his fault as he was an excellent teacher outside of his perverted shenanigans. 

The scent of ice filled her nostrils as the air around her continued to lower in temperature. Actually it started to flurry around her as a chilling breeze would swirl around her. A small smile came to those rosy lips of hers. "I'm surprised you wanted to spar Master. Normally you would prolong the teasing." She pointed this out as this was her chance for some payback. Though that was cut short when her eyes widened and she immediately had to go on the defensive. The jab was so fast and out of nowhere but but a split second reaction allowed her to block it with wrapping the chain around the blade and redirecting it so she would gain some distance. While she could fight close quarters it was more advantageous for her to be mid to long range because of the reach of her weapon; which downside, it changed its length in chain every time summoned due to her lack of experience. 

Another stab, and another one; one after the other his attacks would miss and land here and there. He was mostly aiming for her chest piece and she knew it. Even now he was being such a pervert. The leather straps snapped on by one until she started to get better at dodging and she was able to save the last two straps barely holding onto her plush chest. Though she had to admit, he only ever took a piece of clothing at a time. She had never been fully nude with him and vice versa so this was something she was used to unfortunately. Clicking her teeth she began to run to the outer corners gaining speed as her feet became slick with ice. She continued to use the chain to block and parry as they started to match each other's speed, or more her matching his. She will never be as fast as him, Candace knew that so she had to be clever. Finally there was an opening and she made her first strike. Whipping the chain around her she would flick her wrist and thrust her arm as the morning star on the end became a large icy mace. It was slow enough to dodge but had a large hit zone because of its overly large size. It practically eclipsed the sun as it began its decent; if it hit then her would likely be crushed under its weight but not dead. She wasn't aiming to kill him just to stop him. 

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Anticipation mounted as each of Asher's strokes found their marks, severing Candace's straps.  For a moment he thought he would his student's wondrous rack, but he'd failed to several a couple straps, leaving the chestpiece hanging but ultimately still covering her boobs.

He chuckled, "I'm in no hurry, dear Candace.  We both know how this ends."  Of course, he was referring to the fact that no matter how little or how much he teased her, Asher still got his way in the end.  By now she should've realized that while she trained seriously, he played games.  Candace parried Asher's remaining attacks, slowly ramping up her speed to match his own.  Then she gained distance using her ice to skate away and launched a massive block of ice at him.

He laughed again, knowing she was trying to be clever and knowing that she would need to be even more clever.  Due the unfortunate pairing, or fortunate depending on whether they were opponents or teammates, of their innate powers, Asher enjoyed a distinct advantage.  Light was also heat and heat, well, melted ice.  Candace wouldn't be able to brute force her way to a win and would need every ounce of her cunning to beat Asher.

If he was serious.

Asher wasn't looking to win, just merely undress her.  He drew in more power from his armor and wrapped one of his blades in a brilliant light.  The power built and built until Asher stabbed the sword forward and unleashed the light in a concentrated beam that should easily pierce through the block.  If his aim was true, and Candace didn't dodge properly, his attack should slice her chestpiece in half.  Or at least sever one of the last straps.

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His teasing and playful manner made him that much more dangerous as he never attacked full force, which was the right thing to do. Oppressive forces made for easily broken wills. Tenacious is more a word to describe him as he had a goal and that was to undress her in the most annoying of ways. An arm held down her chest plate as she looked both flustered and upset. “No fair you damn perv!” She yelled across the way.

Growling when he blasted through her ice she tried to get out of the way. Candace was not that fast. While it didn’t get a strap it did cleave her chest plate and split it causing it to fall from her form. At first she didn’t notice as the hit made her fall back and on the ground she was in a fluffy pile of snow she made out of a split second thought.

“Argh! Ow!” She whined as she popped up her breasts bouncing and revealing her puffy pink inverted nipples to him. Feeling she sheer cold she yelped and covered herself with her arms. “Oh my gods why!?”  She said a bit panicked as she accessed more of her armors power. Stamping her foot the ground turned to ice and pillars of ice and rock seemed to sprout from the ground like weeds. An AoE she had been working on for a while. Mostly to combat fast opponents like Asher. “Why did I get stuck with the perverted master!?” She cursed herself as the winds turned bitterly cold and began to whip up flurries of sleet the pelted at the skin. “Apologize!” She yelled as she flung the morning star at him which was sped up by the icy winds. She knew she couldn’t hit him on her guard like this but she didn’t care in that moment as her breasts were hard to contain in her arm alone.

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Loud snapping noises filled the air as cracks spider-webbed away from where Asher's beam of light struck Candace's ice block.  The cracks grew longer and longer before the block finally shattered.  Large chunks of hailed rained down around Asher cutting furrows in his training yard.  But older man weathered it stoically.  Confidence radiated from him as he knew that none of the shards would strike him.

Triumph lit up his features as the light traveled upwards and severed Candace's chestpiece as she tried to get away.  Asher flashed a crooked smile as he got a good look at her inverted nipples before his student threw an arm across her chest and blocked his view.  She threw obscenities and insults at them, but Asher shrugged them off as no more than bluster.  After all, they'd done this countless times already and he knew what she'd be like at the end.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you didn't like me."  He chuckled, "Because if that were true, one would wonder why you haven't found another teacher yet.  Surely nothing is worth this aggravation unless you've truly enjoyed it."

As the first of the pillars arose from the earth, Asher began to dance around them, narrowly avoiding several of the frozen stalagmites.  The breath wooshed out of his lungs as one of the columns stopped him short, just in time to see the flail speeding towards him.  He smiled.  He could have avoided or parried the attack with ease, but he had a better idea.  As the weapon neared, Asher positioned himself so that the head of the morning star struck his belt buckle and shattered it.  No longer held up, his pants dropped and exposed his engorged member.  "Ooops.  Candace, my dear, if you wanted me to take my pants off, you should've said so."  He grinned at her, wondering if this would fluster her further.

Then he drew more on the power of his armor, feeding it larger quantities of mana.  A ball of light appeared in his hand and Asher blew on it.  Tiny particles of light blew away like a dandelion and scattered throughout the air.  The particles drifted and darted in the sky like fireflies.  While pretty and dazzling, the lights were also dangerous.  Each light contained a small explosion and when touched would activate.  These ones, however, were extremely low-powered and would do little more than sting.  But they were strong enough to shred clothing and other light fabrics.  By the time Asher was finished, the air around Candace was thick with dazzling lights.

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His retort to her insults was valid. She could have had a plethora of teachers back in the city, but none of them were the best and none of them were him. Despite her protests and her bickering with the perverted smooth talker, she had grown fond of him. When he was teaching, while degrading and as embarrassing as it was, his methods got results out of her. This was the first time she had ever released her AoE attack and while it is not refined it was much more powerful than anything she imagined would happen le alone her actually pulling it off. In a frustrated and quiet huff she would turn her head and pout. "Well...that's...you know that's because you're the best..." She made sure the last part was barely audible past all the rumbling of her ice pillars finishing their ascent.

However as her attack blazed forward with chilling speed, he let himself get hit and this surprised her as she saw the flail end of her chain bounce up. Then her emerald orbs looked down and watched as his pants fell down to his ankles exposing himself for her to see. She was stunned, flabbergasted really as her eyes were almost unable to peel themselves away from his throbbing member just showing off its impressive size. "Oh my gods....!" A gush of heat filled her and she recoiled in her realization that he had trained her body too much. A hand over her mouth as her skin flushed extremely red she almost didn't see his next attack coming. It wasn't even fast she just was so distracted she lost track of his movements. Candace realized that eventually she would crave to be touched, this brought her to slightly fear him abandoning her once he got what he wanted from her. An all too common occurrence that was not just between a man and woman. he was the best teacher out there and to try and maintain his interest she had allowed the indulgence of her body in exchange for his teachings.  

Soon the little lights like fireflies began to surround her and she froze a moment before crossing her arms and closing her eyes as the light though small was blinding. The little lights popped off like fire crackers; they stung like wasp stings too as he wasn't trying to kill her. It still hurt her though as she tried to put mana into her armor for protection. While it was working it was working too slowly and she began to yelp and squeal from the sensation of being pelted by his deceptively adorable lights. Candace tried to get away but when she moved them moved with her, like little tracking insects fixated on her perfume. And because he was so sly with his antics, her clothing was beginning to get holes in them. This set was not reinforced like the one she would have to wear when traveling so it ripped easily with the kind of training. Of course it did, he made sure to torment his studently slowly and methodically. He probably liked watching her writhe and fluster at his advances and slowly give into his desires. As the blasts subsided her entire cape had been blown off, and she was only left in a sorry excuse to panties as the clothe only seemed to remain in the front. Her body was steaming from the impact of the lights heat and it had exhausted her to the point that she fell to her knees still covering her breasts despite her precarious position. Looking up at him she sighed as her weapon had disappeared when she lost her concentration. "I concede this victory to you Master.....Again~" She said annoyed as she appeared to be winded. 

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Asher watched as his attacks reduced Candace's clothing to nothingness, all save for a pair of flimsy panties.  His student admitted her defeat and Asher immediately felt disappointed that they couldn't play their game for a bit longer.  But a win was a win, and the older man wanted his prize.  His swollen cock twitched in anticipation.

Asher dismissed his blades and shrugged his ornamental armor from his frame and moved to kneel in front of Candace.  "Don't look too sad, my dear student."  He caressed her cheek as he smiled wickedly.  "Now comes the fun part."  And he leaned in to steal a kiss.  His lips pressed against hers as his tongue darted inside her mouth to take a quick taste.  Nothing aroused the man more than taking his time and savoring the taste of a beautiful woman.  The thought of her lips around his cock was a delicious image to be sure, but the thought of his tongue inside her pussy, tasting her lewd honey, had him twitching with barely contained passion.

He pulled away from the kiss before Candace could sound a noise of discontent, or a noise urging him to continue.  His hands settled on the tops of her knees before sliding down to rest on the sides of her thighs.  Thumbs massaging the soft flesh in slow circles, he said, "Now if you would be so kind as to spread your legs so that I remove your undergarments and get a taste of you?"  His hands lowered even further until her buttocks rested in the palm of his hand.  Fingers hooked into the waistband and began to slowly pull the panties upwards, waiting for Candace to acquiesce.

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While he would have loved to toy with her more, she didn't want to fight naked, she was too proud for that. As she broke her concentration and connection to her armor the weather turned warm like spring and less chilled. If he wanted the fight to last longer he should train her in the nude, but that would probably backfire considering his nature. The ice rapidly started melting and soon large puddles of water would sink into the soil giving it the scent almost like fresh rain. Flinching once he kneed in front of her, she couldn't help but blush from his closeness. Despite being a month he was still a very handsome man despite the age difference, and he had no boundaries that he wouldn't cross with her. She grew annoyed that he was so smug from his victory and that wicked toothy smile always pricked at her nerves. Candace had never won at these fights but it was becoming so routine it wasn't even funny. Their lips met as he stole a kiss from her and she couldn't help but to close her eyes as she received his affections. She didn't fight nor did she make any unpleasant or displeased noises She was actually starting to feel good from his kisses now, his tongue playing along hers as he actually brought a small muffled squeak from her. 

When he pulled away Candace actually instinctively would follow him and had to stop herself when she noticed it. The out of the ordinary reaction made her shake her head as she asked herself 'what was she doing?' His warm hands on the tops of her knees didn't stop her from keeping her arms over her plush chest as she tried to keep a straight face. His fingers teased her tender skin after being blasted by his orbs of light. Her lips trembled as she contained her voice as best as she possibly could. he knew how to touch her and tease her but he was being very gentle and almost needy which was eating at her walls she put up to protect herself with. His request made her open her eyes only slightly wider but it was no surprise his request. "Y-Yes sir...only because you won though..." She said embarrassed and disgruntled as he said it so nicely. It was a bit out of character for him. Her legs soon parted hesitantly as he could see her panties had a rather large damp spot as he began to pull the flimsy fabric barely hanging on to the lining it was designed to cling to. A small string of her juice could be seen pulling with the fabric as she continued his ever so slow sensual torment of his student. Her legs trembling in both nerves and anticipation as he was making her body warm up from its frigid state before. 

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