Pupil 32: Zara’s Training Continues With Irish

“Show yourself, Irish. I know you’re already here,” Zara said semi-loudly as she arrived.

A small blur appeared, and then, within the blink of an eye, a child-sized redhead girl was in front of her.

“You seen me?” Irish raised a brow.

“No, but I’ve seen someone report a female Leprechaun from this park,” Zara replied.

“Not funny,” she gruffed.

“I’m not joking, look,” Zara showed her the notification on her phone.

“What? They say she was probably a juvenile one because of how small she was!” Irish’s face went red, almost as red as the portal that opened beside her.

“Good job! I see you caught the Leprechaun, Zara,” Aritimi said jokingly as they entered the training room.

“Not funny,” Irish hissed.

“Sorry, I know that was a ... low-hanging fruit,” Aritimi chuckled.

“Are you sure you want to do this training, Irish?” Zara asked. After her friends began talking about how much stronger they became after the special training of Aritimi, Zara’s new friends also started to get interested. Irish was the first to try it.

“Yeah. I won’t chicken out,” she nodded.

“Get ready, pupils,” Aritimi urged them.

This time, Zara was just the second to get naked because Irish undressed completely at lightning speed.

Without her clothes, she looked more mature with her handful breasts and shamrock-shaped pubic hair with the four-leafed clover tramp stamp above her ass.

“I’m ready,” Irish said proudly.

“I’m ready too,” Zara added.

“Let’s start the training then,” Aritimi announced.

Two portals opened at the same time.

The first creature was a naked futanari Dwarf woman. She was stocky and muscular. Her tan skin was decorated with various battle scars, she even had some on her breasts. Her cock was relatively big to her body. Not abnormally big, but it looked like it belonged to a standard-sized man rather than a Dwarf.

“Irish, she’s going to be your partner. She is Gitmit and she is a Dwarf warrior,” Aritimi introduced the creature.

“Whoa! Lovely little Leprechaun lass,” Gitmit licked her lips, and her cock began to stiffen. As she got closer, it was visible that she was almost a head taller than Irish.

“I’m a human, you idiot,” Irish snapped at her, “I’m just vertically challenged.”

The reveal made Gitmit laugh.

Meanwhile, a creature stepped out from the second portal. She was a Vampire. Her appearance was identical to the Vampire triplets Zara encountered weeks ago. Long black hair, pale skin, red eyes, and rosy nipples. The only thing that made her different was that she was a futanari. Her uncut cock was already erect and pulsing. The foreskin was slightly pulled back, exposing the purple tip.

“Zara, she is your partner. She is Trista and she is a pure blood Vampire. You already met with her mother, Lila,” Aritimi introduced the futanari bloodsucker.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Trista purred.

“Now choose a bed and let’s start,” Aritimi pointed at the beds that were as dirty as last time.

Irish and the Dwarf hopped on the bed, which looked king-sized compared to them.

“Look at the size of that thing, Irish. Start by lubing her length with your saliva. Trust me, you don’t want a dry dick inside of you,” Aritimi instructed.

“Okay,” Irish replied and got on her knees on the bed.

“It’s all yours, little lassie,” Gitmit stroke her cock.

Irish leaned in, her tongue flicking out to touch the tip of Gitmit’s member.

She pushed her tongue beneath the foreskin and swirled it around the swollen head. Gitmit groaned in pleasure, her hand coming down to stroke Irish’s hair. She began to take her cock into her mouth. It wasn’t easy, it was a long time ago since she had a dick in her mouth.

She took more and more of the length until she reached the base, her nose touching Gitimi’s hairy pelvis.

“That’s enough, little one,” Gitmit patted her head and Irish had to fight the urge to bite into her flesh, “A few more strokes with your weirdly fast tongue and my pickaxe would melt before it could explore your cave.”

Irish pulled her mouth away, a string of precum still connecting her lips to the phallus.

“Now lay down, and I will warm you up just like you did it to me,” Gitmit winked, her tongue flicking out.

Irish did as she was told and laid on the bed, her small legs spread apart.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Gitmit said.

She knelt down between Irish’s legs and began to kiss and lick along her inner thigh. Irish squirmed as she felt that Dwarf’s warm breath on her pussy.

“Huh! You’re already wet,” Gitmit chuckled, “I see you’re looking forward to this as much as I am.”

Irish felt a blush creep up her cheeks. She nodded slightly.

Gitmit took the invitation and moved her face closer to her pussy. She began to lick Irish’s clit, her tongue swirling around the tiny nub. Irish gasped, her hands gripping the bed sheet tightly.

Then Gitmit’s tongue plunged into her wetness, and she felt her explore the inside of her pussy with a vigor that made her moan. She found herself pushing her hips up to meet Gitmit’s mouth. She was surprisingly adept at cunnilingus.

“Oh, yes...” Irish moaned, feeling an orgasm forming deep inside.

As Gitmit’s tongue kept exploring her pussy, the orgasm got closer and closer. She could feel it happening anytime. But before she got there, Gitmit pulled away.

“That was enough foreplay,” she grinned. Irish was furious, she was so close to that climax, “Let’s get to the main event. Turn around and get on all fours.”

Irish didn’t mind this position, she had no intention to watch the Dwarf’s face during their tryst.

She got on all fours as Gitmit asked.

“Perfect,” she murmured, stroking her back.

Irish felt Gitmit’s hands on her hips, guiding them upward slightly. The Dwarf’s cock was now pressing against her wetness, the tip nudging her entrance. She took a deep breath and pushed back, feeling the head breach her. It was thick, and it filled her more than she expected. She let out a whimper as Gitmit began to push in further, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. Irish wasn’t a virgin, but she didn’t have too much experience with dicks either.

Gitmit took her time, her grip firm but gentle as she eased into her. She was careful not to cause her pain, her movements careful and deliberate. Irish felt more aroused once she adjusted to the size. She was tight around her, and she could feel every inch as the member sank deeper into her.

“Here we go,” Gitmit grunted as she pushed the last of her length into Irish, her cock now buried fully within her tight channel. Irish bit her lip to stifle a gasp, her eyes watering slightly from the pressure.

“Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to work we go!” Gitmit sang as she began to move her hips in a steady rhythm.

Irish’s eyes went wide as she felt her thickness. It was a strange sensation, being filled by something so relatively massive yet so gentle. Her body tensed up at first, but soon she started to relax.

Gitmit continued thrusting into her, her movements gaining speed and power. Each time she pushed inside, Irish felt a wave of pleasure wash over her.

Suddenly, Irish’s body stiffened, her muscles pulsing and tensing as the climax crashed into her. She let out a small moan, her tiny nails digging into the bed as her orgasm ripped through her.

Gitmit kept pounding her and she could feel a second orgasm approaching a little bit later, but Gitmit finished earlier this time. She pulled out of her and spurted her semen on Irish’s back.

“Not bad for a Leprechaun-sized lassie,” she said with a laugh, slapping Irish’s ass playfully.

At the same time.

Zara kneeled in front of Trista, stroking her cock, and then took it into her mouth. The Vampire’s cock was smoother than she had anticipated, but the taste was worse than what she expected. It wasn’t as dirty as the Ettin’s from last week, but she clearly didn’t wash it for a while.

“Ugh ... that will be enough. We can start,” Zara pulled her mouth away and lay down on the bed.

“By the way, Trista,” Aritimi spoke to the Vampire, “Zara has a good regeneration power. You can be as rough as you want.”

A sinister light flashed in Trista’s crimson eyes as she approached the bed.

“Maybe you can do the same and lube me,” Zara offered, her legs spread wide.

Trista leaned closer as if she was about to lick Zara’s sex, but instead, her Vampire fangs flashed and she bit into Zara’s groin. Her canines sank into the flesh just above Zara’s pussy, and she drank from her, the blood flowing into her mouth.

“Aah!” Zara gasped, “What the fuck!”

“Calm down your tits,” Aritimi shrugged, “She can’t cause permanent injuries to you and she also can’t turn you into a Vampire with her bite. It’s just a legend.”

Trista then pulled her mouth away, ripping out a few strands of Zara’s pubic hair that caught between her teeth.

Quickly, she slammed her cock into Zara’s womanhood.

“You ... fucking ... asshole!” Zara shouted as the Vampire futa invaded her body.

Trista’s hips moved like a piston, in and out of Zara’s pussy with a merciless rhythm. Her cock brushed violently against the walls of Zara’s tunnel, bringing with it a painful pleasure that was hard to ignore.

Zara was about to get used to the rough intercourse when suddenly, Trista opened her mouth again but this time, her fangs sank into Zara’s left breast.

“Oh, fuck!” Zara screamed as she felt the sharp pain. Trista began to suck blood from her breast.

Then a few seconds later, she pulled away, a rope of saliva connecting her mouth to Zara. A bite mark was visible on Zara’s skin. She then leaned in again but this time she targeted the other breast.

“Motherfucker!” Zara yelled, trying to kick the Vampire girl off the bed but she was too strong.

Trista’s cock pumped faster and more vigorously, violently hitting Zara’s cervix with each thrust. At the same time, she kept switching between breasts, biting and sucking on them each time.

Just within five minutes, Zara’s breasts were covered in a series of bite marks, some of them still bleeding a little bit.

Weirdly, after the first few bites, Trista’s attacks on her breast made the sensation more intense in a good way. The pain was still lingering around, but it gave room for pleasure as well.

Trista bit down on Zara’s breast again while her cock hit her G-spot. Zara climaxed, but it was so strong that even she was surprised by it. Her back arched from the bed so fast she almost pushed Trista off of herself. Her sudden movement also made Trista bite even deeper into her breast.

The Vampire futa pulled her mouth away, revealing a huge gash across Zara’s breast. But within the blink of an eye, as the orgasm crashed through her, all the wounds began to heal.

At the same time, Zara’s walls clamped down so hard on Trista’s cock that she couldn’t help but cum, dumping her load into Zara’s waiting womb.

Zara lay on the bed panting as the aftershock of her orgasm subsided.

“Hey! Where is it? My seeds disappeared!” Trista fingered Zara’s pussy but only Zara’s nectar was on her finger.

“Zara’s body absorbed them like a sponge, likely to fuel the regeneration,” Aritimi explained.

As both Zara and Irish finished with their first partner, Aritimi sent them back.

Without giving the girls any time to rest, Aritimi opened two other portals at once.

The first creature was a futanari Satyr. Her lower body ended in a pair of goat legs, covered in smooth white fur. On her head, she had white blonde hair that matched her legs’ fur, curved horns, fluffy goat ears, golden eyes, and a cute face with freckles. Her cock was longer and girthier than the Dwarf’s was, with a slight curve upwards. Her breasts were round and perky.