I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Arthur arrived at the underground training hall after the rest of the evening drills had finished. The mats were empty except for Morwenna, who was just finishing her own workout near the far wall.

Morwenna was slick with sweat from her own session, her dark hair tied back and her sleeveless training shirt clinging to her body. Her shoulders flexed as she lowered a heavy canvas bag to the floor.

She turned around and saw him standing there.

Morwenna grabbed a towel and wiped her face. ”Shoes off. We’re picking up where you failed yesterday.”

He kicked off the other boot and stepped onto the padding.

Morwenna tossed the towel aside and came straight at him.

Arthur barely got his hands up.

They started grappling exactly where they had left off yesterday. Arthur had to work for every inch. They fought for grips, scraping across the mat, chests heaving as the session stretched on. Sweat made their grips worse. Hands slid off wrists and shoulders. Arthur got caught twice and dumped hard onto his back, Morwenna settling into the pin before he could recover.

Then he managed to escape. He broke her grip, shifted his hips, and cleared the space.

She just caught him again.

After the next throw, Morwenna hauled him upright. Her hand stayed flat against his chest even after he had his feet under him.

Arthur looked down at it.

Morwenna didn’t move.

”You’re still standing too high when you recover,” she said.

Her palm pushed him backward.

”Fix it.”

Arthur reset his feet.

A few rounds later, he finally anticipated her turn and got a real reversal.

He drove his weight forward, caught her balance slipping, and took them both down.

He landed heavily above her, catching both her wrists and pinning them against the mat beside her head. Their bodies were pressed tight together, slick with sweat and breathing hard.

Neither of them immediately moved.

Arthur looked down at her. ”Three seconds?”

Morwenna stared right back up at him. ”You’re counting?”

”Absolutely.”

She had the leverage to reverse him. He knew she could. But she didn’t.

Arthur leaned slightly closer.

Morwenna closed the rest of the distance herself.

She kissed him hard. Her mouth opened immediately, tasting like sweat and exertion. Arthur released one of her wrists to grab her waist, pulling her tighter against him. Morwenna’s free hand instantly caught the back of his neck, her fingers twisting into his damp hair.

Arthur pushed his hips down, trying to deepen the kiss.

Morwenna used his shifted weight, turned her hips, and rolled them cleanly across the mat.

She ended up straddling him without ever breaking the kiss.

Arthur laughed against her mouth. ”You waited for me to relax.”

Morwenna shifted her weight more firmly over his hips. ”And it worked.”

Arthur’s hands were already resting heavily on her waist. Her training shirt was soaked through with sweat and sticking to her skin. He hooked his fingers under the hem of the fabric while he kissed her again, pulling upward.

Morwenna caught his wrists.

They paused. She held eye contact with him for a long second, her chest rising and falling heavily.

Then she lifted her arms.

Arthur pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it somewhere behind him.

Arthur already knew Morwenna was built. Months of getting thrown around by her had made that pretty fucking obvious.

Seeing what the shirt had been hiding was different.

Her stomach was hard and visibly defined, sweat catching along the lines of her abs. Below that, her waist narrowed before widening into the strong hips currently straddling him.

Arthur stared.

”You stared less when I had the shirt on,” Morwenna said.

”I had less information.”

She grabbed the front of his training shirt in both fists, dragged him forward, and ripped it over his head, leaving them both half-dressed and sweating on the mats.

Arthur grabbed her hips and pulled her down into another kiss. He moved his mouth from her lips to the sharp line of her jaw, tasting the salt on her skin.

Morwenna let out a low breath and tightened her grip on his hair.

Arthur kissed his way down her neck, dragging his lips over the strong line of her collarbone, then lower, kissing across the heavy swell of her tits. Arthur’s palm moved across her stomach, feeling the muscle tighten beneath it.

”Fuck.”

Morwenna looked down at him. ”Problem?”

”Not even slightly.”

His mouth moved lower before she could answer.

Morwenna let him get right to the edge. Then she grabbed both of his shoulders and shoved him flat onto his back.

She climbed off his waist and moved higher over him. Arthur reached up for her again.

She caught both of his wrists before he could reach for her again.

”Hands stay there.”

Arthur tested her grip anyway.

Morwenna reached for two of the padded training straps lying near the edge of the mat.

”Seriously?” Arthur asked as she locked the first one around his wrist.

He immediately pulled against it.

Morwenna watched him test the canvas. ”You’ve spent months learning how to get out of these.”

Arthur pulled harder.

”Exactly.”

She tightened the strap. ”Then get out.”

Before securing his other wrist, Morwenna stopped.

”Two taps and I stop. Understand?”

Arthur tested the first strap once more. ”Yeah.”

She waited.

Arthur met her eyes. ”Keep going.”

Morwenna locked the second strap down.

She kissed him again, her tongue shoving deep into his mouth. Then she started moving downward. From his jaw, to his throat, down his chest.

Arthur’s breathing hitched as she dragged her teeth lightly over his collarbone. She deliberately slowed down, letting her mouth linger over his stomach.

She bit down hard enough to leave a mark on his hip.

”Fuck,” Arthur swore.

She continued lower, her hands sliding down his thighs. She kept looking up at his face, watching every reaction.

She pulled his pants down, freeing his hard dick, and took him into her mouth.

Arthur groaned loudly, his hips bucking up off the mat. She sucked him deep, her wet tongue swirling around the head while her hand pumped the base.

Arthur tried to reach down to grab her hair, but his hand jerked to a stop as the heavy strap caught his wrist.

Morwenna pulled back just long enough to look at him.

Arthur pulled against the restraints again. ”You’re enjoying the straps more than I am.”

Her smile widened.

She didn’t bother answering before lowering her head again.

Arthur let her work for another few minutes, his body burning from the heavy, wet friction. He tested the right strap again. It still held.

He twisted his wrist, changed the angle, then stopped when the canvas bit harder instead of loosening.

Morwenna noticed him fighting it and kept going like she didn’t care.

Arthur tried again a little later. The sweat between his skin and the canvas finally gave him enough movement to fold his thumb inward and work his hand through.

His wrist slipped free.

Arthur didn’t waste the opening.

He lunged forward, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her straight back up before she could react.

Morwenna let out a short, surprised laugh.

Arthur smashed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard, and used the momentum to roll them over. Now he was on top, his knees bracketing her hips.

He didn’t waste time. He kissed her throat, her collarbone, trailing his mouth down between her heavy tits, licking the sweat off her stomach, and settling his weight right between her thighs.

Morwenna spread her legs wide, giving him full access to her dripping wet pussy.

Arthur sank his mouth into her, licking deep inside her slit. She tasted musky and incredibly horny. He sucked her clit hard, his tongue working fast and rough against her swollen folds.

”Ahh—fuck!” Morwenna cried out, her back arching off the mat.

One of her hands shot up and tangled viciously into his hair.

As Arthur ate her out harder. Her grip tightened in his hair, and her thighs closed harder around his head. Arthur immediately understood why half the class hated getting caught between Morwenna’s legs.

”Fuck, Vance—” she gasped, her hips bucking wildly against his mouth.

Her thighs suddenly loosened. Her fist tightened in his hair.

Then she hauled him upward.

Arthur came up grinning.

Morwenna saw the grin and immediately caught his shoulders.

Arthur barely managed, ”Oh, fuck—”

She hooked a leg around his and rolled him before he could brace.

Arthur landed underneath her again.

She straddled his hips, her dripping wet pussy grinding heavily against his rock-hard dick. She sat over him, kissing him hard while grinding her hips down.

Arthur groaned, reaching for her waist again.

Morwenna caught his wrist before he got there.

”Same grip,” she murmured against his mouth.

Arthur twisted his hand, trying to slip through hers. ”It almost worked last time.”

”Almost.”

She pinned his wrist back against his chest.

They were both panting by then, skin slick with sweat. Every time Arthur managed to get a hand where he wanted it, Morwenna caught him, and every time she pinned him down, he immediately started looking for another way out.

During a brief pause, while Arthur caught his breath, Morwenna reached over to her personal duffel bag sitting near the edge of the mat.

Arthur expected her to pull out a water bottle or maybe another training strap.

Instead, she pulled out a pair of heavy, adjustable metal clamps connected by a short silver chain.

Arthur stared at them. ”Those aren’t academy equipment.”

Morwenna turned one of the clamps between her fingers.

”No.”

Arthur looked from the clamps to her face.

Morwenna didn’t explain.