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A detailed, instructive lesson. You made affirmative hums whenever she asked if you understood, and sometimes, she asked you to describe something in metaphor, and you did your best to. It took a few minutes, and Magnus stared at you oddly the while, wanting you to hurry up, perhaps. It wasn't something you'd never heard of...but you'd never heard it told so viscerally.
“It will make sense after the first time.” Mathilda finally wrapped up, “But this should at least ensure that that won’t be a disaster. Just remember, you have a tongue. If you don’t use it, then your mouth may as well be a loose hole. A worn anus. Uncompelling.”
“How does it feel taking it up the ass, anyways?” You blurted out.
Mathilda gave you a disapproving frown. “Have some tact. We’ve only just met.”
“Fine, fine.”
“Besides,” Mathilda turned away, “If you move in the opposite order of digestion, your man considers you alike to a doxy who has little difference between either end. I will arrange some esoteric literature to be delivered to you, the sort that is enlightening rather than merely pornographic. Consider it supplementary. I’ll be seeing you again soon enough.”
“Yeah, sure,” you said, still digesting what you’d been taught. “Later.”
As she walked away, Magnus came up to take his place at your side. “What did you talk about?” He asked.
You wrapped your arm around his. “Oh, you’ll find out,” you purred. Even if Magnus was such a choir boy about such things. “Hey. Let’s spend some more time before I have t’ kill Yuliana, yeah?” Magnus’s hand brushed your cheek. “C’mon, I’m just kidding…”
“If only you knew how hopeless either of you are,” Magnus sighed, “Very well. Where to, then. I can’t say I’ve ever been taken on a date to a tank training ground, but at risk of seeming like a spy, I can’t think of anything arranged here that wouldn’t be interesting.”
Interesting was one thing. <span class="mu-i">Fun</span> was another, though…
>Wrangle up some cadets and stage a mock battle. Make it a gamble. Like playing teams against each other. Or making bugs fight.
>Take a tank out to the cannon range. You were better dressed for a shoot anyways now.
>Staying here wasn’t so great. The motor pool, however, was the real draw. You were going to be on motorcycles anyways. Bring a couple out for a spin, to tear up the roads on the way back to the bitch.
>Other?
