The Education of Alexa

by Paris Zane

  With that her body let loose with fluid, splashing her orgasm on the underside of the healer's fingers, spraying her wounded legs with cum, instantly soaking through the fabric on his table. Her legs shook and she tried to tell the cleric to stop, but his hand on her sex and the balls inside her continued to push her past the limit. She grunted loudly, slapping down with her hand, and another torrent of cum sprayed from inside her, thin and wet and smelling of her pussy. The cleric relaxed as Vis collapsed onto the healing table, incapable of expressing herself in a sort of temporary insanity.

  They remained like that for a few minutes, until Vis thought the cleric was trying to induce another orgasm, rolling his hand downward. She realized quickly that he was extracting the balls, and his artful manipulation withdrew them one at a time with a slick plopping sound. One by one he dropped them into the bowl of lotion before he removed his left hand from her sex and stepped away. She allowed herself to completely relax, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.

  Chapter 2. Revenge

  After only a few weeks in the Masters Guild, Alexa had impressed and frustrated many of her contemporaries. From her unnaturally close relationship to Master Zafir, the bishop of the order, to her lightning-quick ascendency in ability and responsibility, there was plenty for others to gossip about in the confines of the Spire. Outside of the Spire, she was just another Apprentice tripping over red robes while fulfilling the mundane tasks the Masters asked her to perform. Alexa longed for her form-fitting leather Collector's uniform while shuffling up and down stairs in the ill-fitting robe, and considered slacking off a bit here and there, just to decrease her workload. After all, if she seemed capable of three times the chores of another Apprentice, they'd gladly overwork her in order to teach her “discipline” or some other necessary trait. Meanwhile, she calmly waited for Master Zafir to discipline her the way he had on the night of the Inferno – despite her status as his Apprentice and that amazing night together, he had not been inside her a single time since then.

  Every night after a full workload in the Spire she'd hoped to see his face, to feel his warmth inside her, and she'd taken to masturbating with a strange brass scroll-roller that seemed to have no true purpose except masturbation; every scrolled rolled with it ended up uneven and bunched up, but the grooved ball at the end was perfectly designed to apply pressure to her clit. She quickly figured out how to roll the brass end in a circular motion while she imagined the bishop's tongue performing the deed, and her orgasms came fast and strong. She vowed to take that scroll-roller with her when she was advanced to Master, and if by then Zafir hadn't pleasured her then maybe her imagination would craft a different scenario.

  Of course, she'd be lying if she denied the remembrance of Visandra's naked posterior that passed through her mind from time to time. Her friend may have been bruised and beaten, but her sex in Alexa's face made her wonder if they should be more than friends. But that was a question for another time; Alexa had to distance herself from Vis following her punishment and reinstatement in the Spire, she simply couldn't risk her own excommunication if Vis relapsed with the Druids. The end result was that Alexa hadn't been sexually fulfilled by either of her potential partners since the Inferno – the night that changed everything.

  The Inferno had opened Alexa's eyes to her potential for sexual self-discovery, something she had feared when witnessing Visandra with the Druids in the Angular Wood. As horrible as she felt about her friend's punishment, a part of Alexa was glad that she had turned her in. Alexa didn't like to admit it to herself, given that Vis had suffered such awful humiliation, but failing those events, she wouldn't be an Apprentice now, and she definitely wouldn't have the relationship with Master Zafir that she did – even lacking as it was in physical intimacy.

  As it was, Zafir had been more than willing to take part in her instruction in the ways of fire magic, having seen and felt firsthand her untrained ability. Each lesson under his tutelage left her more confident that when she needed the power, she could draw it out of the world and use it to her advantage. She'd shake her head, reflecting back on her countless hours of practice just to light a candle . . . but then again, perhaps that opened the door to the power that exhibited itself when she lit the night sky in Zafir's hands.

  Nonetheless, she was well past the point of desire and well into sexual obsession at this point. It was all fine and well that she was learning new talents, but without feeling the warmth and firmness of another body pressed against her, Alexa was becoming extremely irritable. Thankfully, the young girl had a plan to relieve herself of anger, sexual frustration, and moral uncertainty all in one fell swoop. It began earlier this evening after Zafir had failed to admit her to his meditation, a sign that she wasn't going to have sex yet again, and also that she would have several hours before he expected anything else of her. She'd made her way quickly down the Spire and to her small apartment, quickly changing into workman's clothes - a set of easily removed linens that wouldn't seem out of place in the city streets. From there she pocketed a pair of knives and sheathed another in her boot, just in case things got out of hand. As confident as Alexa was in her powers of persuasion and magic, she was still more trusting in hand-crafted steel.

  Since the night of the Inferno she'd traced this route at least four times, finding the behavior of the locals depressingly consistent across the board. Alexa doubted she'd encounter even a slight change in plan given the lifestyle of the city's denizens, especially those in the lower district, where she was headed. She knew one man who could satisfy her basest urges this night, and he lived above the old bar known as The Fatted Calf. She kept away from others, avoiding eye contact, and easily made it to the tavern without fear of discovery. She took the steps two at a time and walked silently down the gnarly, bleached hardwood floors that had seen much blood spilled over the generations. Reaching her destination, she rapped the door lightly, knowing the moment of truth was upon her.

  The door swung open with gusto and Alexa could not quite make her tongue work. The occupant, however, spoke quickly, spraying spittle with every phrase. “Wha' ya want, girl? Here for a shag, are ya?” Half-beard the guard laughed and cupped his hand over his package in a grotesque gesture.

  She straightened and cleared her throat. “Dinny the barman sent me up.” The half-bearded man's look was somewhere between surprise and outright shock. He didn't recognize Alexa, as she had remained hidden during Visandra's humiliating assault, but he also had no reason to believe anyone would send a free whore his way.

  “I ain't got money, ya know,” Half-beard shrugged, resigning himself to the likelihood that this was either a cruel joke or a mistake, “I can't pay.”

  With all the bravado she'd lacked on that night at the stocks, Alexa pushed him back into the cramped quarters and closed the door slowly. “It's okay, honey, you won't need any.” And with that, she leaned in and placed a deep, unbroken kiss on his war-torn face, smelling salt and whiskey on his breath, and tasting raw tobacco. The two backed up and she tugged at his belt, trying to free his pants from his grossly overhanging belly. Unfortunately, Alexa wasn't experienced at the art of seduction, and she only pulled the belt tighter. He took over, and moments later his stained trousers fell to his ankles. He backed up to a wooden chair and Alexa directed him into it, kneeling in front of his half-erect penis. Half-beard's face was in utter disbelief at this beautiful young girl inches from his manhood, but he was far from protesting.

  Alexa knew Half-beard was likely filthy as a back alley rat, so she grabbed a nearby bottle of whiskey, pouring a few slugs onto his penis before taking a shot straight up herself. She recalled his cruel words to Vis and spoke with force as took his member in her hand, stroking it to wash away any residual dirt. “Don't worry, I'm just making sure my mouth is wet enough for your cock.” Alexa locked eyes with the old guard, and if he sensed any ill intent, he didn't show any sign. She leaned down and wrapped her mouth around his penis, sucking the bitter mix of alcohol, sweat, and
sheer disappointment as far as she could get it into her mouth. His was the first cock to ever enter her mouth, and she wasn't particularly impressed. It felt like a thick, chewy worm – believe it or not, she'd had several worms in her mouth as a Collector – but lacked the hardness she'd expected, and had no taste once her saliva had coated it. She was determined to get this old cock hard, though, and she bore down on it, moving her head quickly.

  “Ahh, yer teeth!” Half-beard said, and she realized she was probably scratching his penis. Lesson learned. She pushed her lips tighter around his floppy member and began to apply suction, as much as she could muster. He moaned a little and his cock jerked just a bit, but it wasn't getting any harder, and she was started to grow frustrated. “Here, let me,” the old man muttered, and started stroking his shaft while she backed off, just sucking on the head. He seemed to like this, and she felt some life spring into him. She pushed him back into the chair with one hand and firmly grabbed his stiffening cock with the other, stroking it in the same way she'd seen him do it. Quickly it was growing, and Alexa realized she might be getting somewhere.

  Moments later his manhood was rock hard, and she began alternating between taking it deep in her mouth and stroking it hard with her hand. He reached his hand into her thicket of curls and pulled her down onto his penis, driving it hard into the back of her throat. She began to panic as her gag reflex kicked in, but managed to relax her throat and began breathing through her nose as he fucked her throat. Worse than his cock in her throat was his greasy pubic hair in her nostrils and the taste of his pre-cum washing over her tongue, a sensory overload she wouldn't wish on any woman. She couldn't help but wonder how all of this was supposed to be fun.

  I guess I'm just going to play along, since this is doing nothing for me, she thought, and hoped that Master Zafir's long perfect shaft would be more pleasing in her mouth. But I suppose it got him hard enough to fuck, and that's good enough. With that she stood up and loosed her linen pants with a clatter and straddled his lap, trying to find the right angle to mount his penis while avoiding his belly and fat thighs. She had forgotten the knife stashed in her pants, but he thankfully hadn't noticed the noise. Half-beard smiled and let her take control as she pushed him down in the chair to get a better angle. Placing her foot on the side of the chair, she was able to roughly push his cock inside her. Alexa wasn't wet enough for him to slide in easily, so she began rocking slowly back and forth, grinding her clit on the base of his penis.

  The young girl closed her eyes and imagined grinding against Zafir's cock, the way she had during her nightly masturbation sessions, and quickly forgot where she was. Her pussy took his engorged cock and her wetness began to flow, but Alexa wasn't experiencing the sheer thrill she had with Zafir. She was using this crusty old guard as her sex doll, but he was enjoying it and seemed well on his way to orgasm.

  Half-beard grunted and moaned and Alexa's eyes opened as she realized he might cum. She looked him in the eyes and reached out with her right hand, wrapping her fingers around his meaty neck. “You like that? You like that, you pig?” Alexa asked, demanding an answer.

  “Fook, I like you, girl,” he groaned, and her fingers clenched tighter as she ground harder against him as he rasped, “but it's wee tight.”

  “I know it's tight. I want you to cum, swine.” She moved her body quickly and firmly, feeling his cock pulse inside her. She focused and began to call upon the fire inside her, and her core temperature began to rise. She was determined to burn Half-beard alive, starting with his filthy cock, and every lesson she learned was running through her mind as she tried to superheat her own body. But he seemed to be enjoying it even more, and the old bastard grunted through his compacted windpipe.

  “You're so hot, girl,” he moaned, “squeeze tighter.” Whether he wanted her pussy or her hand at his throat tighter was up in the air, and Alexa was fine with delivering both in his final moments. As much as she was concentrating, the spells were falling apart in her mind. Alexa's frustration piqued as her body temperature was failing to reach lethal levels, the fire remaining cool within her. Instead of giving him the fuck of his death, she was giving him the fuck of his life, as her magic simply wasn't powerful enough. She would have to improvise if she wanted to exact revenge on this old bastard. She ground on his hard dick and squeezed his throat tighter until he began to groan louder, his voice rasping, “I'm cumming.”

  With that, Alexa jumped off his lap, his penis flopping out of her sex, and squeezed his throat hard with both hands now. His semen shot into the air, streaming squirts on her inner thigh as she dug her fingers into his gullet, and the unmistakable sound of a fat choking man echoed through the dingy apartment as his arms flailed at his sides, unable to gain purchase. Alexa's forearms twitched as she used every bit of her strength to see his end, and the disgusting man slumped into the chair, relieved of his spunk and his life's breath. Alexa let go, her hands shaking, and took a moment to wipe the cum off of her legs with a discarded rag. Tossing the rag aside, she pulled up her linen pants, tying them at the waist and extracting the hidden knife. Not one to leave things to chance, she plunged the blade into his throat and cut across his flabby neck with a jerking motion, blood spilling down his body and onto the rotten wood floor. The jagged cut was nearly a mirror image of the scar across his face, and Alexa took a moment of pride in this unintentional consequence. She wasn't the first to cut him deep, but she was the last.

  In her mind his death throes would be more pronounced, his manhood and torso burning from the inside out, her purple flame rendering him a screaming, crying mess of a man as his heart burst from the intense heat. But alas, that would have been loud and messy, and might well have caught the whole apartment aflame, so her misstep was not a complete failure. She took another swig of his whiskey in an attempt to drown out the aftertaste of his pre-cum, but the slick salty fluid remained on her tongue. Gross, she thought, that is going to take some getting used to. Looking once again at the dead man's corpse, she wondered if one of the local whores would be blamed for the murder, but couldn't quite muster enough emotion to care. He was dead, he deserved to be dead, and she was glad to have done it.

  What's more, she had a moment of pure sexual freedom and liberation with someone of such low character that he couldn't begin to judge her, even if he was alive to do so. She wiped her knife on his fat, hairy belly and rinsed it with whiskey before giving the room a once-over. They were alone, as she knew they would be, and she had left no trace. Finished here, she stepped out into the hallway and quietly walked the corridor, keeping an eye out for anyone who might identify her as the murderer. Never once did she look back, or she would have seen the mute cleric at his door, witnessing her exit from the Fatted Calf.

  Chapter 3. The Dungeon

  The journey back to her apartment was uneventful, and Alexa's preparation for the killing proved to be worthwhile. Now she only needed to clean her linens and dispose of the knife she'd used to slit the fat man's throat and the crime would be safely concealed. But as she turned the corner she saw a letter affixed to her front door. Carefully extracting it and opening the parchment, it read as a formal summons from the bishop himself:

  Apprentice Alexa:

  On this day you were anticipated in my chambers for a lesson of grave importance.

  Because of your absence I have entered a deep meditation of which I should not be disturbed.

  Know that it is with great disappointment that you should miss this lesson, and your lack of attendance will be remembered.

  Bishop and Grand Master Zafir of the Spire

  Alexa was dumbfounded. She had specifically walked the 244 steps up the Spire to his chamber before engaging her murderous plot, and had been told that she wouldn't be admitted to see Zafir. Was he playing some kind of game? Did he sense that she had gone to see another man, to satisfy her need for sex without his approval? She certainly had, but he had no idea about that. No, she thought, he's testing me. He had the Masters send me away so he
could summon me on his own. This is a test, and I'm determined to pass it.

  She thanked the heavens the emissary hadn't remained to hand-deliver the letter, it would be difficult to explain her apparel even without the copper tinge of blood droplets on the pant leg that she discovered on the walk back. Quickly she ducked into the room and changed into her robe. She didn't want to take the time to wash herself, as she'd have to fetch and heat water, and getting to Zafir's bedchamber was her immediate concern. There was no way she'd let her advancement stall because of . . . well, whatever this was. Whether it was a test, a game, or a simple misunderstanding, she would solve the riddle tonight. She shook out her tightly-curled hair, admired herself in the mirror for a moment, then stepped into the night.

  The walk up the Spire was a regular event for Alexa now, and it was fun for her to imagine her rear end becoming amazingly toned after all the steps she'd climbed. After seeing the writhing naked bodies in the Angular Wood, she had a much greater interest in how she might look nude. She'd always been an athletic girl, with long, strong legs and a slim frame, but adding to her natural curves certainly couldn't hurt anything. Unlike her first stealthy trip up the stairs to Zafir's chamber, she now stretched and pushed with purpose on every step. It was exhilarating to imagine rapping on his door, breathless and weary from the mini-workout, and having him throw her into the bed, blood pumping into all the right places. Of course it had never happened, but she held out hope. Tonight was no different, as the door was left unanswered after her sharp knocking. She pushed into his bedchamber with purpose, and walked directly to the place they had met, his meditation chamber. Sure enough, the bishop sat naked in meditation beyond the steaming tub that separated the antechamber from his main rooms.