Chapter 26: Focus

Chapter 26: Chapter 26: Focus

Xavier swallowed hard at the sight of Elena’s tiny, twitching hole. He dropped to his knees, brought his face between her thighs, and dragged his tongue slowly along her folds.

"Xavier—what are you doing? It’s dirty down there," Elena whispered.

"There’s no part of you that’s dirty," he answered, and kept licking. His thumb found her clit and rubbed it in gentle circles while his other hand spread her open. His tongue pushed into the tight pink entrance, wet and insistent.

Mmm... ahh...

Elena twisted under the sensation of his tongue, soft moans spilling from her lips as his hot tongue worked the rim of her hole and his thumb continued its slow circles on her clit. He pulled his tongue free, replaced it with two fingers, and sealed his mouth over her clit, licking and sucking while he curled his fingers inside her.

Aaah... unngh...

It did not take long.

"I’m cumming—I’m cumming!" Elena cried.

Ahhhnn—!

Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers and then burst. A clear jet of love juices sprayed across his face and tongue. Her whole body jerked and shuddered as her eyes rolled up from the orgasm.

Ohhh—...

The moment the last tremor faded, Xavier rose, aligned his cock with her dripping hole, and thrust in to the hilt in one smooth stroke. The head of his cock kissed the entrance to her womb. He set a relentless pace at once, pounding into her with wet, heavy impacts.

Nnngh—... mmph—

Elena’s hands flew to the stall’s thin sidewalls for support. After pounding her in this position for a while, Xavier pulled her up, spun her, and pinned her back against the door. He hooked her legs around his waist and kept driving into her, her ass lifted high, her weight supported only by the door and his hands. In this position every thrust dragged harder along her insides.

Aahhh... fuck—...

He claimed her mouth, sucking on her tongue while he fucked her. Elena’s breath came in short, broken gasps against his lips with every impact.

Hhh... nnf...

Xavier’s palm spanked her ass hard; her pussy twitched in response, squeezing his dick tighter.

Nnngh—!

He was close. He drove harder, faster, then buried himself to the end of her wet cave and came.

Ahhh—!

Thick, hot gushes of cum flooded her cunt, stream after stream. Xavier’s cock kept pulsing inside her, emptying everything he had left.

Ohhh—... yes—yes—

Even after the last spurt, Elena refused to release his mouth. She kept kissing him, sucking on his tongue, her body still trembling.

Mmm...

They continued kissing, lost in passion, until both of them were satisfied.

On the walk back to the dorms they moved side by side. Elena’s face remained flushed, her steps a little unsteady.

With a sudden gust of wind, a golden raven landed on Xavier’s shoulder without warning. Its claws dug in just enough to make him tense.

"Whoa—what the hell?"

"Wait, it has something in its beak," Elena said.

The raven cawed once and dropped a small sealed letter into Xavier’s hand before taking off again. He broke the seal and read the contents. Professor Nyxara was summoning him to her private lab early the next morning—before classes—regarding the favor he had asked.

"What does it say?" Elena asked.

"I’m getting closer to conjuring the sword," Xavier answered. "You won’t need to worry about it much longer."

The next morning Xavier arrived at Nyxara’s private lab. The moment the door closed behind him he pulled her close, taking her soft lips in a deep kiss.

"Want to do it right now?" he murmured against her lips.

"As much as I’d love to, my guest is about to arrive."

A knock sounded almost on cue. The door opened and Lilith Woodburn stepped inside.

"This is my good friend Lilith," Nyxara said. "Aside from Professor Draven, she is the only one who can help you conjure an elemental sword."

Lilith raised an eyebrow. "I’ll be honest. When you said you needed a favor and that it was important, I didn’t expect it to involve a freshman."

"Well, he is an important student of mine," Nyxara replied, resting a hand on Lilith’s shoulder. "Don’t let me down."

Lilith turned to Xavier. "So how can I help?"

"I need your help conjuring an elemental sword, Professor."

"Your mana control is already sufficient, so I assume you need me to act as your tether."

She was right. The process required someone of at least fifth-level mana control with deep knowledge of inter-realm travel. Lilith fit perfectly.

"Why the hurry?" she asked. "This is normally a fourth-year subject or higher."

"It’s a bit personal," Xavier said.

Lilith’s expression softened into mild amusement. "Ahh. Preparing for the annual tournament, then? Ambition is good." She believed her own made-up story; Xavier didn’t bother to correct her. "Since Nyxara asked, I’ll help. But we can’t do it here. Come to my private quarters."

Nyxara remained behind to continue her research. Xavier followed Lilith out.

"What about my lectures?" he asked as they walked.

"Skip them. You can catch up on your own time." Lilith said, he didn’t expect such a reply from her.

They crossed nearly a kilometer of corridor before reaching the other end of the fourteenth floor. The floor itself spanned more than ten kilometers under the working of layers of magical runes; it contained over a hundred luxurious quarters, private labs, and offices, all of it reserved for the professors.

Lilith’s office was spacious, with tall shelves of books, low sofas, a broad desk, and a wide open area in the center. She selected a thick volume, flipped to a marked page, and began to recite. Mana flowed from her fingertips, weaving a complex circular sigil of thin luminous threads across the floor.

"Be careful," she warned. "If you get lost in the realm of swords, you may never return. I’m a master of mana control, so my tether will be strong, but you still need to be quick."

"What exactly do I need to do?"

"Sit on the sigil. I will maintain contact and guide you through the transition. Once you enter the sword realm, you’re on your own. Choose a sword, complete the binding ceremony, and come back immediately. Do not linger. There are spirits there who will try to persuade you to stay forever. Ignore them."

Xavier sat cross-legged in the center of the glowing circle. Lilith knelt in front of him.

"Take your shirt off."

He stripped it away without question, revealing a toned chest and broad shoulders, muscular arms. Lilith’s gaze lingered for a fraction of a second; a faint flush touched her cheeks before she placed both palms flat against his chest. Warm mana began to flow from her hands into his body.

"I’m forming the connection," she said. "Once it is stable I will serve as your tether. When I give the word, allow the mana from the sigil to enter your mind and let your astral form follow where it leads."

Xavier nodded, though his eyes kept drifting to the hard points of her erect nipples visible through the thin crop top and the erotic tan lines at her waist. Lower still, the half-open zipper of her leather leggings seemed only a breath away from revealing her plump lips.

"Focus now," Lilith ordered sharply.

He forced his attention inward. allowing the sigil’s mana to rise like a tide, flooding his mind. His body went limp. Consciousness slipped away as he felt his astral form being pulled into a dark void.