Silvia rubbed sleep from her eyes again. The initiate hadn't eaten and barely slept the past two days. Butterflies filled her stomach and kept her up at night. Today is the day. Years of relentless training and she was finally going to be a paladin. Today is the day.
	
	It was all over so quick, she was finding it hard to believe it had truly happened at all. She had worn the Circlet of Binding and recited all of the vows in front of the congregation just like she had been born to do, trained to do. She would just leave out the part where she had nearly thrown up on the high priest whenever she got to tell father about today. Oh, Light, she had been so nervous. Magda's cold gaze, whether trying to reassure or threatening to punish if she made a mistake, was the only thing that had carried her through.
	Magda Soler. Everyone called her Magda the Hammer, though never to her face. Her face, stony and decorated with a veritable mesh of old scars, 'trophies' as she liked to call them. Her right eye was steely blue and could cut new recruits like a knife while the left was covered in a leather eyepatch, dyed midnight black to match her short-cropped head of hair. She was a powerfully built woman, standing taller than many men. She was stern and severe, quick to punish even minor offenses which made her the perfect tutor for new recruits. There were secrets to her, however. A secret smile that she showed only to Silvia, a gentle favoritism that had led to secret midnight lessons. She saw the potential in her tiny, blonde pupil. Just thinking about how the hard woman would praise her during those private tutoring sessions was enough to make Silvia beam with pride. So many long years of almost non-stop training and the secret, knowing grins Magda would sometimes give had been the one thing that made it all bearable. It was over now, she was a paladin.
	The door pushed open suddenly, disturbing the girl's tranquil recollections. Magda stood there for a moment, appraising her student's naked body openly before shooing the old woman that had been fitting Silvia for armor out of the room. Her single icy eye filled the younger woman with heat, though she couldn't imagine why. It's not as if she had anything her trainer hadn't seen before. Why did she feel as scared as she had been taking her oaths?
	"I knew you would do well, girl." Magda always spoke softly, always expecting you to have the good sense to listen well. Silvia snapped to attention, instinctively and watched as her instructor picked up one of the notched rods and began measuring her in place of the elderly servant she had scared off. "Anyone can be made into a soldier with enough effort, but only a blessed few have the potential to truly be a warrior of the Faith." The wooden measuring rod brushed gently against Silvia's backside, making her shudder and thank the Light that she could blame this sweat on the furnace.
	"Thank you, Sergeant." The words caught in her throat when Magda began to measure the front of her waist. The officer had decided to wrap her arms around the nude girl instead of wasting time by walking around. The way her mentor's muscular forearms squeezed into her hips made the heat and butterflies float to Silvia's crotch. She thought she might have heard a chuckle behind her, but wasn't given time to process it before the measuring stick brushed up to her chest. Magda had straightened behind her. Immediately behind her, it turned out. Silvia felt the woman tower over her, heaving breasts at the back of her head and solid abdominals pressed against her back, covered only in a thin shirt. She also felt something pressed against her lower back and the crack of her bare backside. It couldn't be...
	"I'll measure your legs next. Move your feet apart." Magda commanded in her ever level way. Silvia would have obeyed, truly, but she discovered with a start that it wasn't sweat that had been whetting the inside of her thighs. Why was this happening? She couldn't bear to let her teacher see her in this condition. There must be a way out. Something flicked through the air and the wooden rod snapped solidly against her ass. "Come one now, girl. I haven't got all day." Silvia complied this time, whimpering as her sopping sex became exposed. Strings of sweet smelling honey formed and broke as her soaked thighs separated. The measuring stick slid up her leg and her knees began to shake. When it finally reached her pussy, teasing the lips softly, she collapsed. "This will never do, girl," she heard her mentor say, distantly, "turning into a mess at such a light touch." Silvia looked up to find Magda standing over her, licking the measuring rod clean. She had come undressed at some point. Her heavy breasts were topped with dark nipples and her muscled stomach was sleek with sweat. As her eyes focused, the smaller woman realized that she was studying her teacher with her left eye. The vision in her right was being blocked by the underside of a massive cock, looming proudly over her.
	The blonde's head spun with questions, not only how Magda could have one, but how one could even get so large. Granted, her experience was limited to the time she had taken a brief tumble in a hayloft with Gareth Marn and the time her cousin had taken her to spy on the village boys at play in the pond, but this just seemed impossible. This thing was a blasted war club, thick as her forearm and maybe as long, if not longer and ridged with popping veins all pumping blood to a pulsing head the size of a child's fist.
	Silvia's teeth rattled and she was nearly sent tumbling sideways when the meaty slab slapped against her cheek, leaving a bright red mark and a spattering of musty-smelling sweat. "It is impolite to stare, child. I think a little kiss should be enough apology, though." Mortified, mesmerized, the student parted her lips slightly and moved toward the pulsating tip of the throbbing pillar. No sooner had she tasted the cock on her tongue than she felt Magda grab a handful of her golden hair and force the massive cock past teeth and tonsils and down into her throat in one rough motion. A rapturous moan escaped the strong woman's lips and as Silvia's eyes rolled back into her head, she saw her teacher bare her teeth, grinning like a wolf about to tear into a meal. "That will do." Magda groaned before dragging her cock out from the helpless woman's throat, the head escaping her lips with an audible pop.
	She never let go of Silvia's hair, however. Instead, the teacher used the handful of golden locks to force the girl up and over to a small writing desk which the tall woman bent her over. She never tried to resist, she didn't want to resist. Strong fingers dug skillfully into her aching folds followed by a rough tongue that took greedy mouthfuls from inside her. She moaned and squealed for what seemed an eternity, more and more nectar flowing from her heated sex as her knees wobbled.
	One brief collapse was all it took for Magda to let out a dissatisfied grunt. Silvia found herself stood up, spun around, and pressed violently against a wall. Strong arms locked under wavering legs and she was lifted up and locked in a tight ball with her quivering pussy exposed. She could look her lover straight in the face now. A single blue eye stared into her with icy fire. Her mentor's lovely face was carved of stone and contorted in effort and animal lust. The scars that marred her face only accentuated the handsome sturdiness beneath. The barrel of Magda's massive cock was pointed straight at the girl's uncovered sex.
	Teacher barreled into student with a forceful grunt. Thick meat stretched unsuspecting sex, ramming through any resistance it came across until her head found the un-passable, spongy wall at the very end of her depths. Silvia would have screamed if the blow hadn't knocked the breath out of her. Tears burned in eyes blurred from pain. Another blow, another. The dominant woman's muscles strained with the force of each thrust as she began to piston in and out of her dazed partner. Pain eventually dulled and was replaced with faint pleasure. The young woman felt her canal shape and stretch to accommodate the size of her lover. Silvia pushed her head forward weakly, desperate for a kiss. She was rewarded with a thick glob of spit in her open mouth and a look of disgust from the raven-haired officer. The taste of her spit, the feel of her cock, the way Magda looked at her like something to be used and discarded was enough to push the initiate over the edge.
	She shook and shook with waves of powerful orgasm. Magda never lost pace, never gave an inch. Cock-head slammed against cervix and Silva felt another climax rise in her gut. Magda bottomed herself one more time and released torrents of thick cum into her student, filling womb and canal until it began leaking from the spent pussy. The tall woman let her partner drop to the floor. Silvia didn't notice the fall or the way Magda wiped her softening cock clean with the blonde's blissful face. 
	Her mentor left her there, sleepy, spent and swollen with cum. Silvia thought distantly of being a paladin before she finally drifted off.