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Block. Left jab. Step back - get some distance. Guard, wait for an opening…
Rhea smirked and adjusted her stance, robe sweeping aside just enough to reveal a muscular thigh. Damned distraction! Edelgard was better than this. She needed to focus. Ignore the thigh. Ignore the strands of hair sticking to the sweat on Rhea’s long, pale neck. Ignore the curve of her lips and the sparkle in her eyes…
There - guard dropped, just enough! Edelgard lunged forward, aiming for the grapple, shifting her weight to unbalance her opponent enough for the takedown–
Suddenly the world upended itself. All breath was driven out of her body as she landed roughly on her belly. Before she could gather her wits enough to right herself, there was a knee digging into her back and a fist in her hair, arching her neck back painfully.
"It seems I win again." She could hear the languid grin in Rhea's voice. "Do you yield?"
It would be a formality, really, in this position, but Rhea knew just how to rile her up. Edelgard thrashed suddenly in Rhea’s grip, throwing her whole body into it, and for a brief moment she thought she had managed to dislodge her opponent, that she might be able to roll out of the pin and mount some sort of counterattack.
Then she found her face mashed firmly into the dirt by the hand now pressed against the back of her head, the knee stabbing more harshly into her spine.
"I admire the fire in you, I really do," Rhea said, somewhere above her. "But I've won fair and square, and now it's time for me to take my prize."
A moment later Edelgard's skirt was flipped up, her smalls yanked down and tangled around her knees, and Rhea was bent over her, chest pressed against her back, one hand still resting heavy on her head and the other reaching around to tease between her thighs, leaving Edelgard to bear most of her weight. Edelgard suppressed the urge to struggle - while it rankled her deeply to give in, if she wanted Rhea to lie down and take it when she finally bested her brawling teacher, it would be best to set a good example now. With great difficulty, she relaxed, spreading her legs as wide as she could manage under the circumstances and lifting her hips.
"Good girl," Rhea purred. "Stay just like that."
The hand on the back of Edelgard's head was removed, but she compliantly remained: face down, ass up in the dirt of the training grounds. A moment later she felt something thick and intimidating pressing against her bare cunt, seeking entry. Edelgard had only just filled her lungs with air when all of it was driven out again in a half-cry, half-moan by Rhea's first, pitiless thrust. She pulled out and then thrust back in without pause, driving deep and stretching Edelgard’s narrow passage to its limit.
Edelgard could do little but scrabble with her fingers in the dirt for something to hold on to, gasping as Rhea found a merciless rhythm. She grunted under the sudden weight as Rhea curled over her again, the hand between her legs resuming its search and the other shoving her dress up farther, sliding warmly along her stomach towards her breasts.
"There's my good girl," Rhea muttered, breath hot against the back of Edelgard's neck. "Take it... take it all, just like that..."
Edelgard had little option but to do so, rocking her hips with the rhythm of Rhea's thrusts, dragged forward and back as her traitor cunt struggled to stretch around the intrusion on the way in and grasped at it on the way out. The searching fingers finally glanced against her clit, scattering sparks up her spine. She grit her teeth against another moan.
Sensing weakness, Rhea honed in on her target, rubbing circles around the tender flesh that varied in pressure as her thrusts drove Edelgard's body deeper into the touch and then pulled it away in turn. It felt so good… Edelgard was helpless as her body responded, heat coiling in her belly, a rush of wetness turning the relentless assault on her cunt into a glide. She found herself pressing back to meet it, then pressing forward into the relentlessly circling fingers, caught endlessly between the two.
It was embarrassing how quickly she was driven to the brink. But when she broke rhythm a little to try to get Rhea’s fingers right where she needed them, the other woman chuckled and pulled away completely, leaving Edelgard empty and dripping and deeply unsatisfied.
The audacity! Edelgard twisted to the side, prepared to confront Rhea and demand she finish what she started-
-and suddenly landed in a heap on the floor, tangled in her bedsheets. She was disoriented for a moment before realizing that she had been dreaming, again. Lurid dreams about her hated enemy-slash-ally-slash-brawling instructor, with her stupid muscular thighs and her stupid intense green eyes and her stupid floral scent…
This wasn’t helping. Edelgard untangled herself from the sheets instead, the movement irritating the impressive bruise that was the actual result of her sparring sessions with the Archbishop. She pulled no punches, which Edelgard grudgingly respected, and her form was immaculate. She was fluid, always in the right place at the right time, able to take a punch and redirect its force to pass by harmlessly. She also threw a mean haymaker.
Edelgard’s cunt twinged at the memory of Rhea, cloak discarded to reveal toned shoulders, a wild grin, fierce and full of teeth, on her face as they sparred.
Damn it all.
She flopped back into bed, ignoring her protesting side, and shoved her pillow between her legs, humping artlessly against it. She never had much luck with this, but the dream had left her so close… Surely if she just tried hard enough, she could brute-force it. She screwed her eyes shut, biting her lip in concentration, and pistoned her hips against the pillow, squeezing with her thighs. Yes, something was building, she could feel it. Any moment now…
A sharp rapping at the door startled her nearly enough to make her tumble out of bed again, but more importantly, made her lose her rhythm and the moment. She bit back a groan of frustration.
“Your Majesty?” came the voice from the hallway – Hubert’s, of course. “It pains me to disrupt your rest, but if we do not make haste, the war council will start without you.”
The war council. Which Rhea would also, obviously, be attending. This was going to be a long day.
“Very well,” she sighed. “Give me a moment to make myself presentable, and we can be on our way.”