Echoes Of The Seven

“-And it was in her servitude of the kingdom of Ezlaped fighting against the Romnuch city-states that Sajasmentra was killed.” Rita rubbed the last quarter-inch of her stick of chalk over the board to finish her sentence, set the remainder down, then grabbed her fifth fresh chalk stick from a breast pocket before continuing to write.

“Again, I state the importance that though Echoes died most often through battle or assassination, that does not mean in any capacity that they were weak individuals. It simply authenticizes the fact that even Echoes made mistakes in crucial moments. It didn’t matter if they could level cities or wipe away entire armies. As the saying goes; ‘the mistake that kills a warrior is the first one they ever make’. Over the course of hundreds, if not thousands of battles, anyone would be bound to make mistakes. Being an Echo tightened the margins for error to an extremely fine point, but did not remove the ability to cause catastrophic results with a single bad decision. That, of course, doesn’t particularly apply to Sajasmentra, because she was killed by Golmori- not some common soldier.”

To be honest, Eris was barely paying attention anymore. She’d lost focus a little over two hours ago, when Rita was thoroughly… so, so thoroughly explaining how a lightning stag familiar of Kiara the Harbinger mated with Nima to birth the Pegasus. Not ‘Weird-Nima’, but Nima, the magical rainbow butterfly familiar of Cabal the Reaper that apparently only existed during the summer, after which she turned back into some giant, hundred-foot long caterpillar named Aori that ate nightmares until the next summer, when she became the butterfly again.

And that thing supposedly had sex with Rai’elle, a stag made of lightning, giving birth to a horse with wings. Because that made sense. The same Pegasus that, apparently, later mated with two different familiars at the same time- Medakuna, the bear that had ever-changing fur that was woven into tapestries depicting the rise and fall of empires, and Mineta. A literal bronze panther with two tails, each being a python that moved and acted independently. (And, as Rita was very quick to add, both having their own names and personalities. Etalius and Admonn.) And from that weird, magical threesome, apparently the platypus was born. Of all things- the platypus.

Like… what?

After that point, Eris’s head was starting to throb a little bit so trying to pay attention on which familiar fucked what to make which creature was a lost cause. When Rita finally moved on to some other random, unhelpful piece of lore, Eris was already gone.

Not that it mattered. Rita seemed perfectly content speaking out to her audience despite the levels of listening dropping to their lowest.

“Golmori, the tortoise familiar of Zetherys the Judge, was likely the only thing in the entire force of the Romnuch armies that could have ever hoped to fell Sajasmentra, and most certainly joined the fight on their side to help balance the scales, as it were. After all, Golmori was said to be over three hundred feet long, with an impenetrable shell and the ability to shoot blasts of wind powerful enough to tear through solid metal. She was a walking siege engine and participated in uncountable numbers of battles and wars, but only ever on the weaker side. Golmori hated to see a battle be one-sided, with one side having a natural advantage over the other simply because of numbers or military strength. Therefore, she always joined the ‘losing’ side to even the odds and make it a fair fight, and it was her that slew Sajasmentra. With the death of the Druid that was serving as the front of the spearhead for the entire Ezlaped fleet, the Romnuch armies almost completely routed the opposing forces and drove them out.”

Gods, even the names were starting to ache in Eris’s brain. Sa-ha… medical? Or something? Elsa peed? Rum-nooke? Rum? Hmm, Eris had never drank before, but maybe some rum right now might help. After all, if this Elsa chick peed somewhere, a bit of spirits should lift everyone’s spirits, right?

Ugh, Eris, stop making fun of ancient names.

It was hard to listen to the righteous voice in her head when Rita may very well have been reciting each and every one of her books from memory, word for word. Eris was beyond restless. She was desperate. She needed to do something. Anything. She wanted to take a walk around the building for a few laps until names with weird too many syllables stopped rolling through her head. She wanted to eat a sandwich, or better yet, another one of those vanilla blueberry cookies.

She wanted to go to her workshop for the first time since leaving the Obelisk, then lose herself in the lovely trance of crafting and projects. She wanted to go back to her house, and her room, snuggling up with Alex and Jaxie. But she couldn’t. She was stuck in this lecture by Syndicate orders in order to listen to Rita’s theories about her potential future skill, though at this point, Eris wasn’t sure if even the Syndicate people who set this up knew how roundabout Rita’s lectures were. Plus, Jaxie and Alex would be doing their own training so they couldn’t do some cuddling even if Eris could get out of this, which she probably couldn’t because she was so important and needed to learn-

Wait.

Eris narrowed her eyes in self-contemplation, drowning out Rita’s voice. Eris was important. She was important because she was an Artificer, and she needed to get strong, fast. She needed to become as powerful as possible, as fast as possible. Surely even the teacher wouldn’t be able to refuse such a thing like that? Eris would just be doing her duty to the Syndicate, because she was a good soldier. Not because at this point, Eris was wondering how hard it would be to unscrew some of the bolts in the desk and screw them through her eyelids to keep them forced open so she didn’t fall asleep.

And definitely not because being in a relatively small room completely surrounded by attractive women was dissolving her willpower. Nope, not at all. So, Eris did the only thing she could think of. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

Eris stood up from her chair, making Rita pause in the middle of her sentence. “Eris, what are you-”

Then, Eris took off her shirt.

It dropped to the floor, and since Eris hadn’t been wearing a bra, it left her bare from the waist up. That changed quickly when her shirt was joined by her shorts and underwear, which she had to shimmy off from around her shoes. In moments, Eris was naked save her footwear, standing in the middle of the classroom with all eyes on her. She actively forced herself not to cover anything. Rita cleared her throat.

“Eris, why are you naked?”

“Because I need to gain Desire to get stronger, so I’m doing my duty.” Eris tried to keep her voice level. “So I figured we could take a little break from the learning for a few minutes while I focus on enhancing my skill progression. It is a vital part of my ability to help the Syndicate, so it would be a shame if you decided I wasn’t allowed to do my part in saving the world.”

Was Eris laying it on way too thick? Absolutely. Was she also desperate enough to drop the ‘saving the world’ card right on her new teacher as her very first attempt to take a break? Also yes.

Rita’s eyes narrowed, but she let out a short sigh. “Fine, I suppose we can take a short recess. Occasional shifts in activity do help to keep the brain engaged for longer periods. Do you wish to do your sinful gathering in the washroom, or-”

“Nope.” Eris shook her head, fighting the blush rising on her cheeks from both excitement and humiliation. After all, if she was forcing this break entirely to ‘gain Desire’, then she needed to sell the part. “I’ll gain more Desire by having people watch, so I’m just gonna do it right here.”

As if to emphasize her point, Eris swivelled around and plopped her butt right on the top of her desk, hanging one leg off the side and the other braced up with her shoe on the corner and her knee bent sharply. The position caused her legs to be spread wide open to everyone in the ‘student’ part of the classroom. That being all eight of her yet-to-be-tutors, as well as the armoured Charlotte sitting in the back with her helmet sitting on an empty desk beside her.

All of them stared with wide eyes, raking them over Eris’s nude body while Eris so shamelessly presented herself to them. Bailey gave a little chuckle.

“Well, this is certainly a step up. Would you like me to help you, Cutiepie?”

Eris found herself shaking her head. “No.”

Bailey paused, holding herself halfway standing from where she had already been sliding out of her chair. “You don’t?”

“Uh-uh.” Eris swallowed her anxiety, put a teeny tiny lid on her arousal that was just enough to keep her voice from breaking completely, then gathered her resolve. She pointed. “I want her to do it.”

The figure Eris pointed at recoiled, stammering with the faint tinge of red in her pale face suddenly becoming the same shade as Eris’s hair. Even her freckles were practically muted under the wash of colour.

Shocking, however, was when Private Grace McMerkel visibly swallowed, then gave a tiny nod.

“Okay?”

Eris’s heart was pounding in her chest as the black-haired girl somewhat awkwardly got up from her chair and crossed the short distance to Eris’s desk. Meanwhile, everyone else in the room, including the teacher that Eris completely interrupted, just watched on with varying levels of interest. In particular, Hima’s eyes looked like they were going to fall right out of her head if she opened them any more when Grace then slowly lowered into Eris’s chair.

Now, Grace was sitting at the desk just as Eris had been, but with the main difference being that Eris was now sitting nude on the top with spread legs. Looking down at Grace, the twenty-two year old woman was painted over in a wash of clear nervousness but also excitement. Grace was staring at the cleft between Eris’s legs, only looking up when Eris broke the tense silence of the room.

“You had sex with my girlfriend. Make it up to me.”

Honestly, it was a miracle that Eris got those words out without faltering, because the look in Grace’s eyes sent shudders rolling down her entire body. Even more when Grace nodded a second time, rested her hands on Eris’s thighs, then lowered her head into the gap until a warm and wet tongue licked right up the slit.

All Eris needed to do was scooch her butt just a little further to the edge of the desk while leaning back so Grace had the easiest access to her lower regions. Grace herself even pushed the chair away a few inches while arching her back lower to line herself up better. The tongue drawing long, flat circles over and around Eris’s labia was so pleasantly hot and moist. Every lap around the track sent tingling shivers through Eris’s stomach, even making her bite her lip to stifle a breathy moan. Of course, Eris then realized that she didn’t have to be quiet.

She was putting on a show. And even if it was a minor part of her actual intentions, a good display would probably get more Desire. Not nearly as much as a session with her Wonders, but hey- every bit helped. Not to mention the fact that Eris wanted to put on a show. As humiliating as it was to be getting eaten out in front of what was effectively a bunch of strangers (and Bailey), it was also thrilling in a way that Eris simply couldn’t describe. She wanted to do it, and she had a good reason to do it, so why shouldn’t she? Why hold back from what she wanted to happen, and what needed to happen?

Because it wasn’t right? Because displaying yourself to strangers and getting one of them to eat her out was depraved, whorish and unbecoming of a lady? Because she was being unfaithful to Jaxie? Because she would end up becoming the same kind of monster as the woman Eris killed?

That made the hairs on the back of Eris’s neck prickle. She was not Pravala, and she never would be. Pravala was a murderer.

So are you.

Pravala was also a slaver, feeding off the communal power of everyone that was dedicated to empowering her.

Like you’re doing right now? Gaining your power through the efforts of other people partaking in your sin?

No. This was different. It was going to be different. It had to be. Eris would make it different. Eris grit her teeth, then reached down to get a grip on Grace’s scalp and hair while pulling her in even more.

“Come on- show me why you deserve that baby. Show me why you should have her child before me.”

Eris wasn’t sure if the sudden bobbing of Grace’s head was an attempt at a nod, or simply a movement to help shove her tongue in between the folds and let the muscle slip into Eris’s slickness. It could have been both, not that Eris cared. As Grace’s tongue pushed fully into Eris’s entrance to start twisting around and lapping at the rippling walls, Eris let a groaning breath pass her lips.

Raking her eyes over the room, all the tutors were visibly enraptured. The diminutive Hima had pushed her chair a little bit forward to get a better view, eyes locked with chains onto the sight while her fingers wove complex braids in and out of her hair. The equally short Rocky had her cheek resting in one hand braced on her desk with a lazy smile, while the other was hidden beneath the desk between her legs. It was no mystery what she was doing down there, but it was still far more hidden than Bailey, who had naturally taken her pants off.

One leg was draped up and over the desk in front of her, splaying her thighs wide with one hand delving where… well, everyone had gone before. It was casual, though. An act that Eris had a sneaking suspicion was for her viewing pleasure more than Bailey’s own. That was all but confirmed as Bailey chirped up with a smug smile.

“If you only use your tongue, it’s gonna get tired real quick. Bring one of your hands under your chin and use a couple of fingers for the main movements while your tongue does the fancy bits. Less work for you, and feels better for her. Win-win.”

Grace shifted- lifting slightly and almost pulling away from Eris entirely. For a moment, Eris was confused. That was until she heard the sound of wood scraping on wood and saw Grace’s chair being shoved away by one of the woman’s legs, making space for her to properly kneel and get an even better angle to work with. Then the fingers joined the wriggling muscle that almost seemed desperate inside of Eris’s tunnel. Eris gasped.

“See?” Bailey chuckled. “Does wonders.”

The silvery-gray-blonde Addison didn’t seem to know where to look. Her eyes were flicking back and forth between Eris and Grace, and a half-naked Bailey. In all fairness, Grace’s head would have been covering the show, meaning the only display would have been Eris’s nude chest fluttering and jiggling with each breath. However, Bailey did not have such an obscuration. Addison, Eris, and pretty much everyone else in the room that was interested would get an easy and incredible view of Bailey’s fingers delving deep and coming back shiny.

Not that Bailey was the only other show for Eris. Tatum, the dark-skinned Stonecutter with the floppy mohawk, seemed to be actively grinding on the edge of her chair. Charlotte was almost comically focused on polishing some kind of smudge that must have suddenly appeared on her helmet, since her full, blushing attention was completely directed at the rag she was wiping across the magical item. As for Baker and Smith? Well, they had moved their chairs right next to each other, with Ophelia the Baker resting her head on Rachel the Smith’s shoulder. Meanwhile, their arms crossed over one another as they clearly had a hand in each other’s pants as they masturbated not themselves, but each other.

It was Grace’s long, slender fingers that kept Eris’s attention though- firmly pumping in and out as the tongue kept writhing. Every time Grace’s top lip brushed over Eris’s clit, tingles shot through her system like a lightning shock and the fingers she had in Grace’s hair tightened.

“Now curl your fingers slightly and push a little bit into the wall. Not much- just a bit.”

Grace followed Bailey’s directions. However, Bailey narrowed her eyes- obviously reading the body language to make the best assumptions as to what was going on.

“No, other direction. Curl them with your palm upwards, then drag against the inside wall.”

Eris jumped when Grace’s fingers brushed over that ultra-sensitive patch, a moan passing her lips. Bailey grinned.

“Yep, right there. Throw a couple of those in every once in a while. Not too much, because it’s really sensitive.”

“Haaaahnngh…” Eris let out another noise as Grace passed over it once again. Almost instinctively, the foot she had braced up on the corner of the desk moved to instead sit on Grace’s shoulder. If the Artisan had any problem with Eris putting the bottom of her shoe directly on the shoulder of Grace’s nice uniform, she didn’t voice it immediately. Instead, Grace simply dug in deeper.

Gods, did she go deeper.

She was definitely inexperienced- or rather, not as experienced as Bailey who had been spoiling her rotten in the oral department for the last month. Not that it mattered, since it seemed like Grace was intent on making up the difference through sheer enthusiasm and effort. Eris wasn’t even sure if the freckled Artisan was breathing, or how long she was planning to go before taking a breath. Hopefully it was a little while longer, because Eris was so close...

The redhead’s fingers gripped a little harder in Grace’s hair, to the point that the crafter made a little noise of pain. Or it might have been pleasure. One of the two, and Eris was way too preoccupied to try and tell the difference. Her stomach was rippling, Bailey’s pussy was just lovely to look at, the four other girls also masturbating in a slightly less conspicuous manner were equally hot to see, and everyone else being completely enraptured by the show was just amazing.

When Eris’s stomach convulsed and the heat washed over her, she made no effort to stifle the loud cry that passed her lips, nor the fact that she was tugging Grace’s face into herself to grind against it even harder.

She shook. She trembled. She vibrated, and she quaked, all while everyone watched. Everyone was watching her cum. Everyone’s eyes were on her while she cracked under the weight of an orgasm, brought out by the fingers and tongue of a woman who was pregnant with the child of the girlfriend’s temporary magical dick. In the middle of a classroom where they were supposed to be learning more about Eris’s future abilities.

And Eris started this whole thing because she was bored and horny.

The aftershocks slowly fizzled away, but Grace’s movements never ceased even through the length of the climax. It was Eris that needed to gently tug the black-haired girl backwards before loosening her grip in her hair and looking down into wide eyes. Eris watched Grace search for words for a few moments before the Artisan’s voice eeked out quietly.

“Did I… did I do okay?”