War Within - Nothing to Win Lancer

His pent-up fluids continued to spurt for a series of back arching jerks. With her other hand, she felt his big balls retract and pull in tight at the base of his penis. Multiple spasms followed as his cock jolted and spurted the ooze over his bulbous dick, and drip down the curvature soaking her fingertips. As his youthful musculature contracted, as though a fit of neural seizures, her plush lips brushed the tip of his cock.

"Thank you, sensei mistress," he panted and regained his breath. "I am yours."

"Yes, you are, my trainee," she eerily whispered with satisfaction. "I will train you."

"I am grateful, my mistress," he muttered, his cerebral energies fluctuating, racing and calming down from his new learning experience. "I submit freely."

"As you should, so long as you desire to continue your training," she added sternly with a fierce look, yet inched nearer to his cock. "Now, remain flat, relax."

Her long pink tongue reached for the crease under the opening to his semi-erect penis. Still hefty, a girthy handful, Cerulean smirked; her eyes sparkled in her joy for teaching the young apprentices. Male or female, it did not matter. She stared up at him as he tried to control his breaths. Yet, breathless his young anticipation warred within, as his inner selves struggled for balance. He shuddered as she kissed his cock.

"It's okay, stay calm, focus," she soothed, her tone languid but erotic. "I'm going to suck you and taste the very essence of your inner being. We are bonding."

"Yes, my sensei mistress, as you desire," he muttered tensely. "It's sensitive."

"Of course, it is, a divine part of you, the real energy of life that is you," she told him instructively. "Your potency for life's evolutionary transformation is this lovely liquid silk, the milk of transcendence to higher consciousness." Her lips pressed the thick flesh of his cock head and kissed the tip. "It's your spiritual being that came out of you."

"Please teach me these mysteries," his soft voice pled with her.

"You submit, I teach," she warned. "You will get a new name for your transition."

"I am honored, sensei," he said and let out a slow breath.

"Lancer, I will call you Lancer, for someone I knew a long time ago," she added. "A valiant warrior and trusted friend. He no longer resides in this realm."

"Thank you, Master Sensei," Lancer answered in a submissive manner.

The blare of silence filled the dojo for moments. Scents of sexuality, masculine and feminine mystique exuded the essence of humanness. In the background, the yellow and red candles glowed in shadowy cadence to the hints of potent incense. A solitude of serenity held sway for the necessity of introspective contemplation. Both naked and kneeling, facing each other, the nudity melded into mindful allegiance to their calling. With the advent of Lancer, Cerulean would once again raise up a tribe of warriors.

As to his lance, his strong thick phallus, she would train him hard. His exhaustion would be his strength. To pierce the psychic darkness of human thinking, she would expose him to all manner of sexuality, as well as the vast range of martial lethality. For his training, his spear, his sword and his javelin will transform his psychic state to heights of perfection. Lancing with the prick of deep puncture into the darkness of mind, Lancer's physicality eventually emerges as ascendant transformation.

"Apprentice Lancer," Cerulean started to say. Her golden-brown nakedness easily shown her fit and trim presence. "Now, we wrestle. First to yield submits."

"Yes, my mistress, understood," Lancer said with a bow and gazed at her body.

"The dominant chooses his or her submission device," she warned him. She took a deep breath. Her smallish breasts with large nipples, pierced with tiny gold rings, rose and fell in cadence with preparation. "You're free to pick any sexual mechanism."

"I accept your commands, my mistress," Lancer replied quickly.

"Now!" She gave a loud martial arts cry, a kiai, signaling an instant attack.

In a split second, they locked in hand-to-hand combat wrestling, grappling, and twisting in locked engagement. Like a wildcat, she leapt at him with a fury. Moreover, yes, a wild lioness she always ways. With an ornate colorful tattoo carved skillfully in charcoal and blue hues and red tints, the cougar arched down her back on the left side. Around her leopard, there were also pink lotus blossoms with green stems.

From muscled shoulder to her tight hard buttocks, the cat fought alongside her. Artistically etched into her skin, the brilliantly colorful flesh art depicted a leaping black panther. Likewise, she would have the privilege to tattoo her protégé.

For now, covering defensively, he tried to dodge the sudden onslaught, anticipating, twisting and maneuvering sideways and bracing for the attack of the cat. Instantly, she overwhelmed the youngling and held him in a contorted scissor lock. Nakedly sweating their exertion, she felt the heated dampness his skin against hers. With electrifying intensity, the clutch of his nubile bareness rubbed roughly against her pelvis.

Within seconds, her lightening reflexes overwhelmed his youthful reactivity. Again, the physical, mental and spiritual exertion strained their bodies beyond normal limitations. Pining, holding, clamping and clenching, they wrestled in vigorous naked ground fighting. Moments passed, and the echo of gasping, sweating and heaving flesh tormented the senses to a well-honed precision. She had him easily bound.

"Fast, you're fast, my mistress," Lancer stuttered to speak. He gulped for air.

"Yes, I am," she noted playfully and darted her tongue in and out of his ear. Licking his face, she whispered mystically, "Hmm, what is this?" She reached from behind his nicely muscled back and gripped his cock. "I think you like our naked workouts." Jacking him slowly, she smiled. "Very nicely done, you're have an erection."

"Yes, my battle mistress, it's so exciting," he muttered and tried to fight back. His hands tensed while he held on to her arm lock. Sweat drenched his brow. "Whew," he muttered and swallowed heavily. "That feels good, my mistress."

"That's it, never quit, you fight until the end," she demanded warmly. Between her legs, she knew she was wet again and effortlessly let her hips rotate. Slickly, she slid warmly around him. "Orgasm, the great release, give us power." She moved him and adjusted her body to fit his. "There," she whispered. "Now, you're on top, even though you're under my control, I choose this position for submission."

"Thank you, my mistress," he blurted and controlled his breathing. His long erect penis jutted like a harpoon ready to impale its quarry. "I'm gonna burst."

"Focus, control, discipline," she warned him. "There, right there, the entrance."

His cock head brushed her sleek damp vaginal lips. She eased her chokehold around his neck, and gently held his huge young cock at the base. Wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, she pulled him down and guided his penis into her moist thick pubis. Her ankles comfortably locked together at the base of his spine, while her strong thighs hugged his hips. Slowly, she let led him into her inch by inch.

Once positioned, she pressed him with a forceful shove to the hilt inside her womb. For a second, she hissed out a long exhale, enjoyed the plunge and accepted the deepness. His cock fully engorged her and she opened wide to take all of him. Together, they moaned in unison and he hit bottom deep inside. In seconds, the fucked with precision. Meeting each other stroke for stroke thrust met thrust in potent unification as one. Pumping hard and bottomless, he slammed into her with full force. Wet, warm and forceful, she dug her nails into his back and drew tiny droplets of blood.

Clamping with tight muscle tension, she held him close. Arching his back, while she humped him from beneath, his buttocks tightened while he drove back and forth inside her vaginal grip. His knees firmly planted on the mat, he bucked furiously and slammed his hips to meet her pounding lifts. She wrapped her legs around his waist and captured him. With her long sensuous thighs, her very essence of potency held onto him. While he groaned and panted in youthful urgency, her ankles locked together at the base of his back. From there, no escape was possible from furious fucking.

"That's it, my youthful apprentice, do it," she murmured softly, after an initial gasp of fleshy impalement. "Fuck me hard and fast. Drill me, open me up!"

"Oh, yes, my goddess, yes," he blurted in anxious ecstasy. Carefully, he interlocked his hands at the base of her head and held on securely. "Oh, my goddess, please..."

"Beg for it, slave boy, you are min. Oh, yes, there you go, fuck boy, fuck me as though there is no tomorrow," she moaned at each forceful down stroke. Each rack of her dagger nails left her markings on him. "That's it, ride my pussy, work it, arch yourself, maximum depth. Go for it; let me have it, unleash your energies."

Pounding away as if he needed to take control of himself, Lance hammered his huge cock to the depths of her flooding nectar. Their sexual union smacked with juicy sounds of intense carnality. His swollen balls slapped her ass cheeks, and made spanking noises as they fucked excitedly. Like a jackhammer, Lancer's cock curved up into her with increasing tempo. Pressure was building. While her strong vaginal lips swelled around his girth, she could feel him reach the point of climatic surge. He grimaced ready to cum.

"My battles mistress," he moaned achingly. "Please, permission to cum."

"Permission granted," she murmured and steadied herself to cum with him. "Let me feel you." She reached between and held his penis the base. "Cum for me."

"Oh my god, yes!" Lancer blurted with the depth of guttural excitement.

"That's it, my little fuck toy, fill me up," she whispered wickedly.

With a sudden clutch of his contracting balls, he exploded inside her. Full of young cum, he could not hold back any longer. The moment for regenerative carnality burst through the organic primal restraint. His huge penis jerked with potent intensity. Likewise, she shuddered with a series of orgasmic contractions. Holding each other tightly, they bucked with shivers and shakes in mutual cumming. With erotic savagery, they consumed each other with hot volcanic blasts of sexual eruption.

Her fingers gripped his ass and pulled him in her. His butt cheeks contoured into the tightness of firm muscles. He froze for an instant. In the bottomless reach of her vaginal clinch, his engulfed cock convulsed like a fire hose. While he held on tightly, hugged her and kissed her plush moist lips, she humped him wildly. At the same moment, she panted and shoved her hips up to meet his gushing release. Spurting blasts of cum flooded her and oozed out the sides of her swollen pubis, while his cock convulsed.

Streams of the silken milky fluid drained down the crease of her butt and pooled on the green mat under them. He continued to thrust and shoot his cum for what seemed like endless minutes. With a satisfied smile on her face, she knew her protégé would do well under her tutelage. At which instant, she rolled him over and saddled him like a young pony readied to be ridden some more. Rocking back and forth, she continued to milk his cock, as his bulky penis remained lodged inside her.

"Thank you, my mistress sensei," he muttered lost in the brilliant white explosion inside his head. "My submission to you will never cease. You wish is my command."

"It is as it should be," she murmured in his ear. "You belong to me."

"Yes, my mistress, I am your willing servant," he sighed and felt his cock slowly retract and slip from her vaginal grip. "Do with me as you wish."

"Oh yes, I will," she quickly assured him without hesitance. "Discipline is essential. And, you must obey without resistance the training you receive."

In a dystopic time, duty, discipline and devotion remained among the valiant few. As most sought illicit gain in one way or another, various factions warred for dominance. For Mistress Cerulean, the vanguard of an ancient warrior cult, the only mission was personal ascension to higher planes of enlightenment. That meant warfare.

In so doing, pursuing the embattled consciousness of dangerous reality, she would teach him the ways of the war within. For that, the emphasis was nothing to win. As to the end of life and all things human, nothing and no one mattered after that.

"I only follow you, sensei," Lancer readily agreed. "Teach me the ways."

"Stay, don't move," she commanded and sat upright, while she straddled him. "Feel this deep inside you, not just physically, by psychically, use all your senses."

"Yes, ma'am, my mind wanders the depths," he admitted and held her hips.

"Sense your pains, your struggles, your very life itself," she admonished. "The mind is a metaphor for what the vast reaches of what your brain is telling you." She paused, closed her eyes and enjoyed the throbbing sensations. "Use your sexual energy to manifest the potency of your mindset. Transform yourself beyond this realm."

"Yes, my sensei," he muttered and sank into an altered state of meditation. His girthy but limp cock twitched, as she gingerly rode his length. "Thank you, sensei."

The big mushroom head of his penis slowly withdrew from her vagina. Slick, shiny and streaked with mutual cumming, his cock slipped to the top of his thighs. She gently massaged the shaft and held him down by the shoulders. Her back curved like the blade of her sword as she worked him. While he controlled his breathing, his mind opened and pondered the development of selfless sacrifice for the greater good.

At that moment of salacious recovery and solitude of silence, the echo of entry into the hall interrupted the amative repose. A female assistant, a smaller reflection of Mistress Cerulean, attired in black combat gear, entered. Immediately, she approached the mat and kneeled, gave a ceremonial bow, and waited for acknowledgement. With all due respect, she slanted the blade of her sheathed katana away from the Mistress.

"Yes," Cerulean said without looking at the attendant.

"Forgive me for the interruption," the attendant began with a bow. "An urgent matter has arisen. "The commander requests your presence on the telecom link."

"Affirmative, thank you," Cerulean acknowledged with a regal hint in her stature. She rose up and returned the bow to the attendant. "Lancer, on your feet, follow me."

"As you command, my sensei," he muttered with a groggy utterance. Seemingly satiated for the moment, he cleaned up. "I will clean our presence on these mats."

"Very well," she answered him. "I will check in." She watched carefully.

In an instant, a move so quickly calculated only a warrior would comprehend the essence of the potential that waited for action. Cerulean's gate was lithe, smooth, confident and sensual. Her unabashed nakedness brazenly demonstrated her liberated spirit. A trim angular physically fit body, Mistress Cerulean was the consummate warrior. As the attendant withdrew, the mistress headed to an opposite wall. After she retrieved a hand-held controller, she pressed a button. Ornate red tapestries with Asian script adorned the wall, but slid to one side to review a large screen monitor.

From the curtains, dragons stared at her brazen bareness, her pointy breast and smoothly shaved pubis. Behind the ornamental paneling, electronics woke up in an instant. Proudly naked, Cerulean patiently waited seconds for the system to activate. The hidden monitor the size of a forty-eight-inch flat screen came alive. From a recessed camera, the system assessed her from head to toe.

From red to green, confirmation acknowledged her, as the monitor lit up in full three-D coloration. She smiled wickedly and with the wave of a hand summoned her apprentice. Obediently, he came to her side and knelt. Lancer bowed reverently. She gave a flick of her fingers, and Lancer stood offset slightly to her rear. While they waited, she massaged his semi-erect cock. Tugging his flesh, she felt him tense up slightly.

"Relax, Lancer, control, discipline," she admonished in a whisper.

"Yes, ma'am," he eagerly answered and stood very still.

"Training never ends regardless the encounters one wins," she reminded.

"Sensei Mistress Cerulean," an aging grey-haired commander smiled back from the screen. He mused at her confident stature. "You are needed." He nodded a bow.

"Commander, we are always needed," she said and returned the bow.

"We need our best hunter-tracker on this one," he quickly admitted. "I will cut to the immediacy of the objective. An agent has gone missing in New Florida." Silence filled the room for a few seconds. "Signal from the G.I.S. for assistance."

"Who?" Cerulean asked evoking a serious expression.

"Someone you trained, Agent Sage Tumbleweed," the commander said flatly. His eyes were sad. Agent Tumbleweed was a legend. "We will find the agent."

"We're on it," Cerulean answered without hesitation or further questions. "Send all notations to us while we are on the move. Use of force orders?" Was all she asked?

By intuitive assessment, which took place instantly, and sensory appraisal, she had what she needs to instigate action. Reading the commander facial expression, listening to the tone of voice, Cerulean understand the gravity of the situation. Aside from the possible play on words, the teleportation transport was ready for her. Instantly, their journey would be quick, painless and without the stress of travel. The commander knew central command was sending one of their best warrior hunters.

"Locate Agent Tumbleweed, ensure her safe return to duty, expose any conspiracies, and terminate anyone responsible for her disappearance," the commander noted but held back for a moment. "That means any extraterrestrial interference.

"Affirmative, commander," Cerulean replied with a stoic gaze into the monitor. Her mask of discipline held back concern for her friend, Agent Tumbleweed. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. "I am hearing the use of wide discretion is confirmed."

"Roger that," the commander said sourly. "We could be on the brink of war."

"Understood," Cerulean confirmed wryly. The screen went solid blue, as she turned to her apprentice. "We need to pack quickly. Make certain your weaponry is ready."

"Yes, ma'am," Lancer replied respectfully. His nude body glistened with his anticipation of her next training session. "You desire is my command."

"Eager one, aren't you?" She smirked and rubbed his cock back and forth. "We must move quickly to the launch center. She pulled him by his penis. "Let's go."

Inside the transport pod, they waited for the countdown. Attired in matching blue field dress uniforms, representing the provincial enforcement command, she made a few minor adjustments to the tele-port module. Cerulean side glanced her protégée.

"All set, my mistress," he said nervously.

"You have done simulations, correct?" She queried.

"Uh, no ma'am, I haven't done those yet," he answered with his head down.

"Well, no worries," she sought to comfort him. "You'll be fine." Cerulean smiled that nearly hinted with affection. "It's like having an orgasm, cumming without cumming. Although," she hesitated in a fun way, "Some say they actually do cum." He smiled slightly. "Ah yes, my pet, war within for nothing to win, its transformation."

The end.... Cerulean and Lancer join forces with Agent Sage Tumbleweed in other short stories and adventures.