The room was bathed in a soft blue glow emanating from the edges of the floating platform, Flora called her home. Viltrumite architecture was a seamless blend of minimalism and advanced technology, designed for efficiency and aesthetic appeal. The walls, a sleek metallic grey, were embedded with invisible panels that could summon screens or data at a mere thought. Furniture hovered inches above the ground, suspended by anti-gravitational fields. A single curved couch sat in the corner, its surface shifting colours to match the mood of the room. Above her floated an array of holographic constellations, mapping the stars Viltrum had claimed.
Flora hung mid-air, legs crossed, her dark eye bags casting shadows that gave her an ethereal, haunted beauty. Her thick waist and plump round ass, concealed by the dark tones of her Viltrumite uniform, were offset by her slim frame, a stark contrast that made her stand out even among her peers. But her mind wasn't on her surroundings or even her homework, which floated lazily beside her in holographic form. It was on her.
Her teacher. Anissa.
Flora's cheeks flushed as she thought about Anissa, the way her sharp commands echoed in the classroom, shutting down Selena, Katya, and Mia with effortless authority. Even her confidence when teaching tactics sent a thrill through Flora. Her heart beat faster as she replayed the memory of Anissa's smirk after one of Selena's sarcastic comments fell flat. In Viltrumite society, where strength was revered and emotions suppressed, Flora didn't understand why her chest tightened and her stomach fluttered. On Viltrum, love was a concept scarcely explored, a notion too human to fully grasp. So, this—this racing heartbeat and heat pooling between her thighs—could only be attraction.
But there was something else about Anissa that Flora had noticed lately. Her teacher, usually composed and commanding, had become flustered in recent lessons. Her movements were sharp, impatient, and her tone hinted at distraction, as if her mind were elsewhere. Anissa's aura, always overpowering, seemed charged, as though something primal simmered just beneath the surface.
Flora bit her lip. She knew what that feeling was. She had seen it in herself during lonely nights when she would hover in her apartment, fingers trailing between her legs as she imagined the strong male warriors of Viltrum. But lately, the faces of those warriors had been replaced by the image of Anissa—her toned body, her sharp gaze, and the barely concealed frustration that seemed to pulse from her.
Her heart thudded as she floated down to the floor. "Maybe…" she whispered to herself, her fingers brushing her lips. 'Maybe she's like me. Horny.' The thought made her blush harder, and she pressed her hands to her cheeks.
"Stop it, Flora. She's your teacher."
But curiosity gnawed at her. What could she do about this? Could she help her? Would Anissa even want her help? The thoughts swirled as Flora's mind made a decision before her body could protest. She adjusted her uniform, smoothing it over her thick hips, and stepped toward her balcony. Tonight, an unexpected feeling of bravery filled her, a dare so great and foolish that it could cost her existence.
The neon skyline of the Viltrum capital city stretched before her, towering spires glowing with a cold, sterile beauty. Taking a deep breath, Flora launched herself into the air, flying toward Anissa's apartment. The memory of Anissa leaving the classroom lingered in her mind, her powerful figure cutting through the halls with an urgency that piqued Flora's curiosity. Back then, Flora had followed her discreetly, hovering from corner to corner, narrowly avoiding detection as Anissa made her way home. She hadn't meant to invade her teacher's privacy, but something had compelled her to trace her steps.
Now, she used that knowledge, weaving through the city's airways with precision. As she neared Anissa's building, doubt crept in. What am I doing? Flora hovered mid-air, her cheeks heating up again. Turning back seemed like the best option, but her body resisted. "I could just say I'm here to apologise for my classmates. Ugh, weak. That'll only tank the reputation of we half-bloods even more." she reasoned, trying to calm the frantic beating of her heart. "I needed more guidance on the last simulated battle since I lost, right? That's reasonable, right? I mean, it's not like I'm the class regent or anything…"
She glanced at her reflection in a nearby glass panel. Her eyes wandered to her hips, and she adjusted her posture slightly. "Does she even like girls with a big ass? I have been working and sparring lately, and still, it looks plump." Flora muttered, her voice tinged with both self-doubt and pride. "I mean, it's all I've got going for me. I'm not exactly stacked up top."
Shaking her head, she resolved to push forward. Landing softly on the platform outside Anissa's apartment, Flora raised her hand and hesitated. Inside, a loud thud echoed, and concern overrode her hesitation. She waved her hand over the door panel, and it slid open with a quiet hiss.
Floating cautiously inside, Flora's eyes widened at the sight before her. Anissa lay sprawled on the floor, her toned body glistening with sweat from what looked like an intense workout. Her handful-sized breasts heaved as if she had just fought a mighty opponent, but it wasn't her powerful physique that drew Flora's immediate attention—it was the massive erection that glistened with precum as if it were a work of art.
Anissa's 11-inch cock throbbed visibly, the thick length outlined by low lighting setting in her room. Her swollen balls looked heavy, full to bursting, and the sight sent a jolt of heat straight to Flora's core. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stumbled backward, her ass hitting the wall with a soft thud.
The noise stirred Anissa, who was just awakening from what seemed to be unconsciousness. Her eyes fluttered open, and she groaned, lifting herself onto her elbows. Her gaze locked onto Flora, who hovered frozen, her wide eyes staring not at Anissa's face but at the prominent bulge between her legs. Anissa's golden eyes narrowed, and in an instant, her instincts took over. She shot up, her hand wrapping around Flora's neck as she pinned her against the wall.
"What are you doing here?" Anissa growled, her voice low and dangerous.
Flora's hands flew to Anissa's wrist, her heart pounding in fear and… something else. Her legs trembled as she felt the heat radiating from Anissa's body. "I-I… I just wanted to check on you," she stammered. "You're my teacher! I was worried…"
'Fuck… I forgot my lines. Shit, I knew I wasn't built for lying. I mean, look at my chest, it's too honest for it's sake.' Flora thought, even having the time to have a few puns in her head despite the dire situation before her, or was it because of the confidence in knowing half-bloods can't be killed in Viltrum without orders or permission?
Anissa's grip loosened slightly, her sharp gaze softening as clarity returned. She released Flora, stepping back and running a hand through her damp hair. "I don't get you students." Anissa muttered under her breath.
"You shouldn't be here," she said firmly, turning her back on the girl. "Leave."
But Flora didn't move. Her gaze lingered on Anissa's cock, which throbbed visibly between the powerful muscular yet slender legs of her teacher and General. Her cheeks burned as she felt a familiar wetness between her legs. "You… you're like a man," she whispered, her voice trembling with both awe and embarrassment.
'SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. I forgot I slept naked and… why didn't I lock the door? This damned horniness! Shit shit, the cameras have probably picked her passing by here, if I kill her now and dispose of the body, I will still be questioned since… shit, do I hit her hard enough to alter her memories? What to do?' Anissa thought, looking at Flora with a serious and widened gaze.
Anissa froze, her body tense. "Flora," she warned, her tone carrying a hint of desperation. "Go. Now."
But Flora, emboldened by the surreal situation and the heat coursing through her, took a shaky step forward. "I… I can help you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She pointed toward the bulge, her hand trembling. "With that. I have read some manuals. I know what to do."
Anissa turned to face her, her golden eyes blazing with a mix of confusion and barely restrained lust. Flora's shy expression, her flushed cheeks, and her trembling fingers sent a surge of heat through Anissa's body. Her cock twitched visibly, and she cursed under her breath.
"Flora, you don't understand what you're saying," Anissa said, her voice low and strained.
"I do," Flora replied, her gaze dropping to the floor. "I know I'm just your student, but… I want to help. Please."
Anissa stared at the girl before her, her heart pounding as her mind wrestled with the storm of emotions and desires threatening to consume her. The scent of Flora's arousal filled the air, and Anissa's restraint hung by a thread.
Her fingers twitched, and her golden eyes softened for a moment before darkening with unrestrained need. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into," Anissa said, her voice a low growl.
Flora's response was barely audible, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. "Then… show me."
'This bitch.' Anissa thought to herself.
Those who had their bets on the big assed student, Flora, let me see your hands.
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