Mi took in a deep breath as soon as the door swung open. Isran took a shaky breath in response. Her rational thoughts truly were taking a break. She was just so horny.

  The mage was very pretty. Isran had a habit of not really looking at other people or noticing them, but staring down at the brown-haired mage she was very much looking.

  She took a step back, an invitation. Mi was staring into her eyes, but when Isran moved, her eyes went down and she took in a very sharp breath.

  Isran sat back on the toilet seat and watched as Mi looked around and joined her, closing and locking the door.

  Isran sighed, her dick still in her hand, she was so turned on, any reason she shouldn’t be fucking the mage was not making its way into her head. Something was up... but did it really matter?

  It was a tight fit, the stall was barely made for one person, and with Isran’s legs closer together because of her pants around her ankle, Mi had no choice but to sit on her.

  Isran grunted as the smaller woman tried to avoid her cock and sit on her lower belly. It was a bit uncomfortable. But nothing was as uncomfortable as her lonely hard cock.

  “Wow.” Mi whispered, her finger hesitantly moved behind her and skirted over Isran's length.

  Isran hissed and threw her head back, heart pounding. She was missing Alden’s match. But fuck she couldn’t bring herself to care.

  Mi wrapped her hand around Isran cock, and squeezed gently, almost experimentally.

  “I’ve never done this before,” Mi whispered.

  Isran opened her eyes and groaned out. “You don’t have to.”

  Mi’s face was beet red, her eyes hooded and mouth slightly agape. She looked lost, her mind not truly there. Do I look like that?

  “I want to.”

  She slowly moved closer to Isran, Isran moved closer to her. Her breath shook as she drew closer, Mi squeezing her cock.

  “I can teach you,” Isran whispered against her lips. Her head heady and the pleasure truly taking over. Teach her? She was going to be out of it if Mi kept touching her dick.

  The brunette’s lips met hers. It was a soft and experimental kiss and it did little to clear her head. Isran grabbed the back of Mi’s head and deepened the kiss. The soft whimper the mage let out in return made her dick jerk.

  Mi yelped a bit, surprised by her dick’s movement, but before she could say anything Isran pushed her tongue into her mouth.

  Three loud knocks broke Isran out of her haze. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on her.

  “Isran?”

  Isran blinked away her pleasure and looked up at the door.

  “Morgana?”

  Her teacher sighed. “Open the door please.”

  Mi’s eyes were as wide as hers. Her cock had already calmed down. What was that?

  She lifted the mage off her and clumsily pulled up her pants. “Uh—yeah, a second.”

  When she opened the door Morgana gnced at Mi and sighed. “A moment if you don’t mind.”

  Mi nodded and ran out of the bathroom.

  “Promiscuous I see.”

  Isran blinked a bit and rubbed her head. “Heat of the moment.” She whispered more to herself than her teacher. It was in the heat of the moment, right?

  “Your girlfriends were worried about you. They can’t come back here so they asked me to come check.”

  Isran sighed, a feeling of guilt settling in her stomach. Why had she so readily agreed to fuck a stranger? Isran frowned and rubbed her head, her feelings about it were muddled, the more she thought about it the more bnks she drew up.

  “Can you check if someone has cast a spell on me?”

  Morgana blinked.

  “You think you have been cursed?”

  Isran wasn’t sure what she thought, but the idea she was having was very much not what she hoped was true.

  Morgana stretched out her hand and touched Isran’s forehead. Isran felt heat radiate from the cursed knight’s fingertips. Her bck eyes became white and shone faintly. Isran was gd Morgana could fulfill her request. Waiting to find her answer would probably make her forget she wanted answers. God, what is going on?

  When the pink-haired woman was done she sighed. “It—it’s not a hex… look when you’re done with the games I’ll take you to the temple of Vycor.”

  Isran frowned. “What is it?”

  Morgana looked pained. “A blessing.”

  Isran frowned. “It doesn’t seem like a blessing with your expression.”

  Morgana tilted her head. “Anything bestowed from the gods are blessings. Even if they have subjectively negative impacts.”

  Isran nodded and blinked. “Why Vycor?”

  Morgana started leaving the bathroom and Isran followed her, not forgetting to wash her hands.

  “My css is blessed by them, I can tell when they have touched someone.”

  Isran sighed and looked up at the sunny sky, the barracks had done a good job of sound dampening. The noise from the crowd lightly rattled her.

  “Gods, what am I going to do with you?” Morgana sighed with a smile.

  Isran felt bad. She didn’t want to be a bother to her teacher.

  Morgana gnced at her and huffed. “Don’t take it to heart. If anything happens and you feel like you shouldn’t be feeling a certain way write it down.”

  Isran nodded.

  “Morgana?” Isran paused

  Morgana stopped walking as well. “Hmm?”

  “Thank you.”