The Sixth School.

Chapter Sixty Six: Challenge accepted…

Alena could feel a brow arch on her face at the raunchy offer by the young man before her. After all that had happened between them, any outrage from her would be hollow. Of all the charges that one might wish to lay at his feet, a liar was not one of them. Although he’d never disrespected her, he’d also never hidden the fact that he desired her. And that is to say nothing of the fact that they had already slept together before. To act like he’d crossed a line that they hadn’t already crossed before would be a lie. Besides, it wasn’t like she couldn’t see what he was trying to do. Yes, he was daring in making such a request, but he was also trying not to put too high a price in exchange for the Maelstrom ascension manual.

On the one hand, it was endearing. It was a clear demonstration of the fact that he truly cared about her. He wanted to help her and would have given the manual over to her for free if she’d just asked. On the other hand, as a researcher, it was frustrating to have what was probably a one of a kind ascension manual be so undervalued. The boy might not know it, but if the knowledgeable minds of the mage world knew of the manual and what knowledge lay within, they’d even be willing to trade a small kingdom for it. And yet, he didn’t even think twice before giving it to her like it was something he came across by the side of the road.

“Are you asking me to sell myself for the manual?” Alena prodded. While she wasn’t actually bothered by the proposition, her frustration at his ignorance of the value of the manual made her want to make him squirm a little bit. Unfortunately for her, she’d forgotten just how glib the boy could be.

“Perish the thought!” The boy exclaimed with faux outrage, a hand theatrically placed over his heart like he’d been wounded. “I simply ask for the chance to pay homage to divine beauty. To savor the nectar of a peerless flower. To delight in the true essence of regal femininity. To indulge in…”

“That’s enough,” Alena cut him off, unable to keep from rolling her eyes at him. By the same token, however, she couldn’t rid herself of the smile that had attached itself to her lips. “I forgot about that honeyed tongue of yours,” She said.

“Oh, I plan to take my time reminding you,” Came the brazen reply from the boy.

Alena’s lips wordlessly opened and closed as she momentarily found herself unable to retort. She even had to fight the urge to bite her lower lip, feeling a tingle down there. Not willing to cede ground to his shamelessness, she immediately shifted tactics. “You’ll only be kissing,” She said.

“Only if you want me to stop at kissing,” He smoothly countered with a roguish smile.

“You can’t interrupt my work!” she pressed.

“I can, once a week,” he rejected and made a counteroffer without missing a beat.

“You can’t go longer than an hour,” She tacked on.

“Are you willing to put that to the test!” He answered with a question. It spoke to how much the boy’s honeyed tongue had thrown her off kilter that Alena didn’t even try to fight the blush that colored her cheeks pink. Instead, she just tried to stare him down, an effort not helped by the smile on her lips or her blush. “Okay, okay,” The boy stated, mercifully backing down and ceding some control back to her. “I’ll stop after an hour … but again, only if you want me to,” He said confidently, tacking on the last part just as she was starting to smile triumphantly.

“You’re going to keep your hands to yourself,” She stated.

“No,” Came the simple but direct answer from the boy, his smile never faltering.

Alena realized that she’d been clutching at straws with that last request. She’d just been looking for a way to trip up the little scoundrel. Noting that it wasn’t in her skill set to beat the boy in being glib, she’d tried to set limitations on him just to regain the upper hand in this negotiation. The boy, however, was relentless in pursuit of his goal. Alena knew that if she really wanted to, she could get the boy to back down. Much as it would have been easy to pretend otherwise, however, Alena realized that it pleased her to see how ardently the boy pursued her. So much so that rather than be displeased, she only found herself smiling more at his plain refusal of her last request.

“Well, if you so desperately want me,” Alena said with the feigned air of one who was being gracious to one who was less fortunate.

Rather than answer her, the boy sprang to his feet and crossed the distance between them. Before she could protest, she found herself picked up off the floor she’d been seated on like some hapless damsel even as the boy turned toward her large bed. “I could tell you just how much I want you,” He said, piercing her with such an intense gaze like he was trying to see into her very soul. “But why don’t I just show you how crazy you drive me?” he posed looking like he could devour her with just those eyes of his.

In spite of herself, Alena could feel her heart flutter like that of some innocent maiden when their gazes met. She could see the raw desire in her student’s eyes. It burned like a furnace and yet strangely, it also drew her in. It invited her to lose herself in him. To let go all of her restraints and sink into the pleasure he promised. Alena barely even felt it as she was set down on the bed as their lips met in a deep soulful kiss. Whether it was the boy who had leaned down to kiss her or she who had reached up to kiss him, Alena didn’t even know and didn’t care in the least. It felt like a spark had passed between them the moment their lips met, and for a single endless moment, the rest of the world fell away. All that remained was their lips exploring each other. Their tongues engaging in a duet to a tune known only to the two of them.

It spoke to how lost in the kiss she was that she didn’t even notice how he’d managed to loose the bodice of her dress. Even the sensation of the fabric of her dress against her skin as he pulled it off her body seemed to set her alight. A moan escaped her lips when Roka’s lips touched her skin as he began to trace a line of kisses down her neckline to her collarbone. There was no rush in his motions, Alena could feel the boy enjoying every moment, every kiss, every mark that he left on her, claiming her body as his. So driven to the edge was she by his ministrations that by the time he drew in one of her sensitive nipples into his mouth, she had a mini-orgasm.

Unrelenting torrents of pleasure flowed through her body, making her feel like all her bones had turned to jelly as the boy alternated between one nipple and the other. Everything, from the way his tongue traced its way around her nipple, to when he flattened it and dragged it in long strokes against it, to the way he bit lightly and left hickeys on her areolas, it all came together to drown out every other sense other than the feeling of pleasurable contact between the two of them. Still, despite the tendrils of pleasure that spread throughout her body from her nipples, Alena couldn’t help the knot of excitement in her stomach as she felt him start to trace his way down to her navel and even lower.

Alena couldn’t help but bite down on her lower lip as she felt Roka’s warm breath wash over her clit. Her back involuntarily arched as the boy wasted no time in diving in. She could feel her already wet folds part as the boy ran his tongue from the bottom all the way to her pleasure nub. Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as one reached up and cupped her own breasts, lightly pinching and tweaking her nipples. The other reached down and held the boy by the back of his head, pulling him even harder against her mound. Obliging her, the boy redoubled his ministrations, sucking on, tracing circles with the tip of his tongue, and offering long drawn out licks of her clit driving her closer and closer to that edge past which was the oblivion of pleasure.

Alena was powerless to stop it as a loud moan of pleasure was torn from her throat by the shuddering orgasm that coursed through her. The boy was relentless, his tongue offering her no reprieve despite her convulsions. If anything, like a predator that had caught the scent of blood, he became even more determined to bring her to even higher peaks of pleasure. “Sto… stop!” Alena found herself begging even as her trembling thighs clamped shut with her student’s head held between. She had just crested one wave of pleasure and yet she could already feel herself building up towards the second one. Despite her protestations, however, Roka wouldn’t be denied, and inevitably, Alena found herself dragged over that edge a second time…

***

Greg, who’d been enjoying tormenting his teacher with overwhelming pleasure was quickly reminded of who held true power between the two of them when after her third orgasm, the healer waved her hand towards him. Greg assumed that she was about to once again plead with him to stop. He, however, was quickly proved wrong as he felt a hand grip each of his four limbs. Turning his head, Greg saw four spectral hands lifting him up from between his teacher’s legs. In short order, Greg found himself held down spread eagle on the bed. After collecting herself, the healer got up, and moving with feline grace, she positioned herself between his legs.

“It seems you enjoyed having your way with me,” She said, her hand reaching forward and cupping his hard cock which was straining against his pants. While her tone remained carefully neutral, the gleam in her eyes betrayed that she was looking forward to turning the tables on him.

“I was only…” Greg didn’t get that far in his latest attempt at charming the healer before a groan of unmitigated pleasure escaped him. Greg immediately knew something was up. The healer hadn’t even pulled his dick out of his pants. All she’d done was gently massage the head of his cock through the fabric of his pants. And yet, the amount of pleasure from that simple motion was far past anything that could be reasonably expected from it. When Greg turned his gaze to the healer to find her studying him with a Cheshire cat smile, he knew that he was in for it. “What did you do?” He asked, not sure whether to be scared or excited.

“I seem to remember someone challenging me to see if they could last an hour?” The healer answered in a falsely innocent tone of voice. “I was just curious to see how confident they would be after I made a specific part of their body five times as sensitive compared to what it previously was,” She added in a saccharin tone.

Greg didn’t bother trying to pull against the spectral hands holding him in a spread eagle position. He knew perfectly well that unless his teacher willed it so, there would be no getting out of his spectral binds. Still, he wasn’t willing to just throw in the towel that easily. Allowing the side of his lips to tip upward in a cocky half-smile, half-smirk, Greg answered her. “I only worry that you will tire long before the hour is over,” he said in a taunting tone. What the healer had done was a diabolical move that with most others, would probably ensure that she was the victor of this lewd little competition between them. The reason for Greg’s confidence, however, stemmed from a fundamental misunderstanding on the part of the healer. She must have been thinking that Greg was bragging that he could hold off on cumming for an hour or longer. In reality, as an acolyte of lust, it didn’t matter how many times Greg came, so long as he didn’t want to go soft, then he wouldn’t go soft. The healer would have her work cut out for her.

Greg grit his teeth and summoned all of his willpower to keep from cumming. He might not be in any danger of going soft, but cumming from just having his pants removed would have been a kind of defeat in itself. Greg couldn’t help the rapidly dawning realization he might have underestimated just how sensitive he currently was. Luckily for him, the sensation of his pants rubbing against the head of his cock quickly passed and his now free nine-inch cock sprang up to full mast in all its unabashed glory. The spectral hands brought his legs together to allow his teacher to fully take off his pants. Despite still firmly holding on to him, the ghostly hands didn’t impede his teacher in any way. The cloth just moved through them as if they weren’t there. With the pants out of the way and her prize now completely unobstructed, the healer leaned forward, a triumphant smile on her lips.

Even just the warm air she exhaled over the head of his cock had Greg curling his toes as he fought the urge to cum. Choosing to draw out the torture, the healer didn’t immediately attack what was now his greatest weakness. Instead, Greg felt her warm tongue slowly trace its way across his balls before sucking one of them into her mouth. Alternating between one and the other, she gave his balls an oral massage that he wasn’t likely to forget any time soon. Despite having turned the head of his cock into what was essentially an orgasm button, the healer was still taking the time to drive him to wards the precipice. Eventually, the healer moved on from his balls and started to lick her way up to the head of his cock at a torturously slow pace. By the time she was midway up, Greg was almost going crazy from both need and anticipation. When the healer’s warm, wet mouth finally engulfed the head of his cock, Greg’s brain short circuited.

Even if he’d had twice the willpower he presently had, there would have been no stopping the orgasm that slammed into him like a wave against the shore. Not that Greg tried to stop it. Instead, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as a sensation of pleasure like he’d never felt before washed over him. It was like a vortex of pleasure had opened up at the core of his being and was sucking everything in. For a moment, even he ceased to exist and all that was left was the pleasure. It helped that the one accosting him was a healer as Greg was certain his heart was about to give out. And just like he had done with her, the healer showed him no mercy, keeping her warm mouth wrapped around the head of his dick even at kept on blasting shot after shot of jizz against the back of her mouth.

When Greg’s mind finally managed to claw its way back from the oblivion of pleasure, he was certain that a minute or two had passed by. The healer, who had detached from his member allowing him some reprieve, was looking at his still hard dick with some surprise. Greg could understand. After the kind of orgasm that he’d just been subjected to, even he was surprised that he had managed to keep his dick hard despite it. Still, just because it was a surprise to him, didn’t mean that he wouldn’t make use of it to taunt his teacher. “I wouldn’t think any less of you if you chose to give in,” Greg spoke with a smirk pasted on his lips.

This, as it turns out, was not the way to get her to give in, as she just narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh, we are just getting started.” She answered him with the tone of one who didn’t plan on losing.

In the following hour, Greg learned why you never challenged a healer in matters pertaining to the body. As it turns out, five times sensitivity wasn’t the healer’s limit. Somehow, his teacher forced his mind to experienced the increased pleasure without allowing it to crossover into uncomfortable overstimulation. Greg would never have thought himself capable of cumming ten times in ten minutes. But with a healer as adept as his teacher, even something like the refractory period was optional. Barely allowed to catch his breath between orgasms, Greg was forced to crest one peak of pleasure after the other. Greg was certain that under any other circumstances, he would have almost certainly passed out, but with his teacher, he wouldn’t get such an easy out. Instead, he remained conscious and aware all through.

At some point, the healer turned her body around and planted her pussy directly on his mouth, even as she continued to suck on him, determined to see him go soft before the hour was up. Greg, who suddenly discovered that his hands had, at some point, been let go from the hold of the spectral hands, immediately wrapped them around her waist like it was a lifeline within the overwhelming storm of pleasure that he was weathering. With the last shred of his fast-fraying rationality, Greg chose to give the healer a taste of her own medicine as he pulled the SENSUAL TOUCH bangle from his storage ring and pulled it on to his hand. By the way her body stiffened, the healer immediately felt the difference. Not that Greg had enough rationality in his mind to do anything about this other than notice and smile at this small triumph.

The two of them sunk into an endless loop of pleasure that was without break, intermission or reprieve of any kind. With Greg eating out the healer like his very life depended on it, and the healer going down on him with the determination of one who wouldn’t accept defeat. Time turned into a nebulous concept in both their minds as they simply drifted from one orgasm to the other. How much of his seed had gone down the healer’s throat and how much of her love juice had gone down his, neither could tell. All higher faculties in their brains had shut down and all that was left was the determination not to stop before the other did and an endless sea of pleasure…

***

When Greg came to, he found himself still on his back with the healer on top of him. Her pussy was still on his mouth and Greg could feel her clit caught between his lips. Had he been unconsciously sucking on it like some sort of lewd pacifier? Greg couldn’t help but wonder even as his tongue idly flicked across it. From her lack of motion at the new sensation, Greg surmised that he wasn’t the only one that had passed out from overstimulation. He could feel his cock still inside his teacher’s mouth, and from the way she occasionally sucked on it, it seemed that he wasn’t the only one that had gotten a ‘pacifier’. Greg couldn’t help but notice that he’d gone soft at some point. Given that his brain had quickly turned to mush from the onslaught of pleasure, he had no way of telling whether he’d lasted the promised hour or not. And with no way of telling how long they’d been passed out, it seems that no victor was to emerge from their little challenge.

Unable to help himself, Greg planted one last long kiss on his teacher’s pussy before rolling to the side to get her off him. At no point since his reincarnation had Greg so sorely lamented the lack of cameras in this world than when he sat up on the bed. He’d felt the slickness between his legs, but it wasn’t until he saw his teacher’s covered face and matted hair that he realized just how much he’d cum. The Acolyte of lust didn’t just come with an undying boner. If he remembered right, Olivia had said that even his seed would be endless until he wished otherwise. Closing his eyes briefly, Greg checked his mana levels to confirm a suspicion. And sure enough, his mana was much lower than where it should have been given that he hadn’t been casting spells. The cum didn’t come from the ether. Through a process he couldn’t understand, his mana was somehow being converted into his seminal fluid.

Committing the image to memory for want of a camera, Greg smiled and moved to the jacuzzi-like pool where he could wash off the thick scent of sex that clung to him. Greg once asked the healer how it was the water in the pool was always so pristine. The answer was a simple mix of a cleansing formation and a core from a water elemental that she used to replace the water in the pool every week or so. With no soap, it was just rinsing himself off, but in the end, majority of the smell was dispelled, along with any discharges that might have clung to him. Buying a new set of pants and a light linen tunic from the Magic shop, Greg got dressed and made his way to the teleportation room. Whether she was truly asleep or just didn’t want to face him in the current state that she was in, Greg didn’t know, but his teacher didn’t stir in all the time that he’d been cleaning himself. Acknowledging that perhaps they might have gotten a bit carried away in their little game, Greg wasn’t willing to press the issue and just silently made his exit.

As soon as he reappeared in the infirmary, Greg felt his connection to his familiar strengthen significantly. While it never truly broke, Greg’s connection to his familiar usually grew faint whenever she was in town and he in the healer’s lair. It was easy to forget sometimes given the ease and convenience of the teleportation room, but the town and the healer’s lair were on two different mountains. And the mountains themselves weren’t that close to begin with. Now that he was back on this end, Greg could immediately tell that the familiar was in the room the healer had assigned him. Which is where he immediately started moving toward.

As he moved through the infirmary, Greg was treated to the sound of men moaning in pain. Like most winters before, this one had been harsh on the town, and not just with the cold. Several men lay injured in the various rooms. None of their injuries were fatal, the healer always dealt with those immediately to avert disaster. If she had unlimited mana, Greg knew that healing everyone back to full health would have required no more than a wave of her hand. She, however, was very limited in the amount of mana she make use of owing to her damaged core and mana pathways. Instead, she usually helped the men recover over the course of a few days as opposed to the weeks that natural recovery would have required, if they lived at all.

The situation also wasn’t helped by the fact that it was a second-tier copy of the actual healer doing all the work. This was the reason the healer had bought so many hive scrolls. Only the first copy had been used in capturing all the ideas that she got from the Maelstrom ascension manual. The others had been used to ensure that she could continue her studies of the manual in peace while still fulfilling her duties to the small town. Unlike with the first scroll where she made ten copies of herself, the subsequent scrolls were only used to make one copy of the healer. A copy would last about thirty or so days, probably less due to the constant mana use. So far, two of the four remaining scrolls had been used and this current clone was drawing near the end of its lifespan.

Still, Greg smiled and nodded respectfully when he encountered her in the hallway. It was a bit of a challenge to keep a straight face considering the situation he’d left the actual healer in. With the distance between them, however, there was no way for them to share memories with each other and so there was no awkwardness on the part of the healers clone as she smiled, nodded back and continued with her rounds. Unless it was an emergency, the healer’s clone usually didn’t interact with him all that much. They would just exchange greetings and stick to their own tasks.

Greg stopped outside the door to a room that wasn’t his office and walked inside. He was just one hallway away from his office and it didn’t take long before another copy of himself walked into the room. Unlike the healer, Greg didn’t make use of the hive scrolls. Instead, it was Olivia that took his place whenever he wasn’t around. After all, Much of his time inside the healer’s cave was spent either learning things that the familiar already knew, or trying to assimilate a beast core. After the very first time she did it, the idea had been planted in Greg’s mind. And when he suggested that she take his place whenever Greg was indisposed, the familiar was only too happy to oblige.

This was why no one in the town had raised a fuss despite the fact that Greg didn’t join the town’s defense. During winter, everyone was expected to be hands on in helping defend the town. But with more than a thousand warriors and only one healer, people were only too happy to have Roka become a second one. The fewer of them that succumbed to injuries, the better for the town as a whole. And so, despite still being an amateur healer, he only got smiles and respectful greetings whenever he encountered other townspeople whenever he went to the infirmary instead of the wall to defend with other men.

“Any issues with the assimilation?” Olivia asked even as she began to strip out of her clothes and pass them to Greg.

“None,” Greg answered. Taking off his own clothes, Greg took the ones being offered and changed into them. After all, it would be odd if he stepped out of his office for a few minutes only to come back in completely different clothes. By now, they had done this so many times that it was just routine for the two of them. Exchanging pleasantries and catching each other up on anything that might be important to know, it wasn’t long before Greg stepped out of the room with Olivia once again having transformed into a mote of light and sunk into his glabella.

Greg wasn’t surprised to find a whole line of about fifteen or so women, some of them with children, waiting outside his office. Just because the men were the ones directly injured by the migrating beasts didn’t mean that winter didn’t come with it’s own set of difficulties for the rest of the town. Winter chill, wet lung, black toe and so on were just some of the issues that were brought to him. It had taken a while for Greg to relate the names to conditions he knew back from earth. Winter chill, was just the flu, although Greg had noticed that it was a lot more aggressive in this world. Wet lung, he was almost certain was pneumonia and black toe was just frostbite. Still, there were many other conditions he couldn’t find an earth equivalent like frost bones, ice veins and so on.

Although the townspeople went to great lengths to prepare for winter, it still exacted a toll on them whenever it came around. On previous winters, with just one healer, the men were prioritized because of their role in defending the town. It’s only when there wasn’t a man in need of healing that the healer would turn his attention to the women and children. This winter, however, the tasks had been divided between Greg and the healer. She would attend to the men, and unless there was an emergency that required him to assist the healer, Greg would be attending to the women.

Despite his more amorous objectives when he came up with the design of his office, in the end, it came out more mundane than what Greg had initially pictured in his mind. The reason for this was simple, it’s not only women that would be inside his office. It’s only now during winter when the men were occupied that most women came alone. At other times, they would be escorted by their husbands, brothers, or older female chaperones. And that was to say nothing of the few male patients that he got. Something that Olivia had been quick to remind him of as she shot down many of his ideas. They couldn’t have anything inside the office that would raise the suspicion of any of the men or that of the women that he still hadn’t managed to tangle into his web of sexual licentiousness.

Despite his ulterior motives in becoming a healer, seventy percent of the women that visited his office were actually there to be healed of one ailment or the other. In the beginning, Greg relied heavily on the potions that he got from dungeon runs and from the Magic shop. The more he learned from the healer, however, the easier he found to deal with minor ailments without having to resort to magical potions. The healer had taught him three of the most basic healing spells that she could, to start him on the hybrid path of earth mage and healer. Which is what he used to deal with most of the ailments that he came across.

The name of the spells in the arcane tongue was too complicated for Greg to pronounce so he just gave them easier names. The first, was a diagnostic spell that he called the ‘resonance' spell, despite the fact that it had nothing to do with sound. The spell just required one to send life mana through the patient’s body like some sort of sonar. If there was some hidden injury or organ that wasn’t working as it should, the he would feel like there was a disturbance in the flow of mana in the exact spot where the issue is. The second spell he called the ‘mend’ spell. Using life mana as fuel, the spell just sped up the body’s natural repair processes. The healed party would be ravenous after depending on how serious the injury healed was, but other than that, it had no adverse side effects. The spell can deal with most physical injuries short of a broken bone. It, however, can only deal with injuries and not actual diseases. For that, Greg would use the third spell, the ‘immunity bolstering' spell. It was the advanced form of the mend spell as more than just speeding up what the body naturally did, it actually empowered the body’s natural defense against outside entities which most diseases were marked as.

The reason they were considered the most basic of healing spells is because they can only deal with mundane illnesses and injuries. The resonance spell, for example, wouldn’t be able to discover a disease with a magical cause. And given that the mend spell only speeds up what the body does naturally, it leaves behind marks and scars unlike most other advanced healing spells. Finally, just like the resonance spell, the vitality infusion spell can only cure natural diseases and not those of an arcane nature. The fact that they were basic spells, however, didn’t mean that they were easy for Greg to learn or practice.

With how earth aligned Greg had made his pathways, trying to get life mana to flow through them was like trying to breath through a blocked nose. Everything about it felt wrong and stifled. What would have taken one with an affinity to the school of life a day or two to learn had taken Greg almost three weeks. Worse yet was the fact that, every time he increased his affinity for the earth element, the spells got harder, not easier to cast. Still, with patients coming in daily, he wasn’t wanting for practice.

“Thank you,” A blushing girl about his own age thanked him after he dealt with a nasty cut on her left forearm.

The SENSUAL TOUCH bangle was still on his arm, so Greg could understand why she was blushing despite him never touching any other part of her, other than the injured arm. Just because they were actual patients didn’t mean that Greg wasn’t always trying to further his more licentious goals. “Just be more careful, Esia,” Greg lightly cautioned with a smile before escorting her to the door.

With most of his patients dealt with, Greg stepped out onto the hallway to call in the last one remaining. He, however, was surprised to find the Town-head’s wife in the waiting area. A smile graced her lips when their eyes met and Greg couldn’t help but look down to her belly which had started showing. The other woman had arrived before the Town-head’s wife, but she didn’t show any inclination to go before her. Taking the time to ensure that she didn’t have any serious issues that needed to be dealt with immediately, Greg nodded to the Town-head’s wife allowing her to make her way into his office…

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