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"What do you mean, origin?"
Arthur looked down at Robin, not caring for the tattoos on her body. Instead, the only thing he thought about was how she'd called him an origin.
Robin's brow lifted as she looked up at him, propping herself up on her side, letting the queen of spades tattoo show easily. She posed with her hips sticking out, one hand draped over herself.
"My, my. A girl gets fresh new ink and the first thing out of your mouth isn't even a compliment. What, is there something wrong with my tattoos, Mister Webb? Not even one little word. You know, these represent me a lot, and you don't even care."
"You said origin."
Arthur ignored her teasing. "What does it mean?"
"Did I?" Robin smiled slow and reached up, cupping the heavy weight of her own breast as if offering it to him. "I say a lot of things when I'm busy with a young, handsome man like yourself. You shouldn't read so much into a woman mid pleasure. You get carried away sometimes."
"What did you mean?"
Arthur had no time for playing games.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. "Fine. I'll tell you. But first. Amy, dear."
"Yes?" Amy perked up.
"Come over here, dear. I need something to help me explain to your introverted boyfriend what he wants."
Introverted.
Arthur repeated the word back in his mind. He shook the thought off, knowing there were more pressing matters than the words that came from Robin's mouth.
Arthur watched as Amy walked over in her reverse bunny suit, sticky cum still leaking out of her petite pussy, her firm ass and small breasts jiggling.
"Yes, ma'am," Amy said as she plopped herself down into Robin's lap, her back pressing against Robin, Robin's breasts pressing into her back while Robin rested her chin just above Amy's head, her body wrapped around her.
"Good. Now I have something to keep my hands busy while I'm lecturing Arthur here."
Her fingers started to wander idly around Amy's belly, drifting off as she played with her body like it was a doll, causing Amy to turn slightly red in the face.
"Since you so desperately want to know, we'll start with the basics," Robin said, the way she would in class, a sharp contrast to the lustful teacher who was touching Amy so sexually. "Bloodlines, as you know, are passed down from parent to child, generation to generation. What you probably don't know is exactly what happens when they're passed down. You see, ten out of ten times, both parents' bloodlines have parts taken from them and combined together to create a new, unique bloodline for their child. That has been true for all time. But there is one caveat. There are times when two parents' bloodlines are so in tune with one another that their child awakens a unique bloodline, one far closer to the origin of their bloodlines."
She tilted her head as she moved her fingers and started to grope the underside of Amy's breast, pinching her nipple, pulling and teasing, rolling it, causing Amy to stifle a moan in her lap, her hips shaking, grinding slightly against Robin.
"Now what does this actually mean? Nothing much. Most of the time it just means the abilities you use with your bloodline are more ancient in nature. They typically specialize closer to a single field or type, compared to the bloodlines of now, which are more broad. For yours, it seems to be a mix of two. You specialize heavily into the spirit side and, well, the sexual side, of course."
Robin tilted her head and pointed at Arthur's body, a well sculpted figure that even she couldn't help but gawk at sometimes. His size wasn't Leon's, but for most people it was still more than enough.
"In the best case, being an Origin gives you skills and uses that aren't common in this day and age. In the worst case, uses that are meaningless. But overall these changes are seen as good. With uniqueness comes uncertainty, unexpectedness. And in battle, that can mean the difference between losing a fight and winning one. But enough about that. Another thing that makes you special is these markings."
Robin lowered her hands and spread apart Amy's legs, showing off her obscene tattoos.
"As you can see here, the tattoos you place upon your women are a form of inscription from old, like that of branding. While it isn't uncommon for slaves or other bloodlines to bear runes, it's the very nature of yours that's different. Yours are more livable and breathable, as seen with Amy's climax counter."
Robin's fingers breached Amy's lower half and started to finger her.
"Every time she climaxes, this counter changes. It's a more livable, breathable use of bloodline magic. Compared to now, where things are more rigid."
Amy's hips jerked, a stifled sound catching in her throat.
"There are good things that come from rigidness and bad things. It's more your take on such things that matters, a perspective of sorts. But what really matters about Origins is the return to a purest form. It makes any children you sire have much more, let's say, active applications."
Robin continued to finger Amy, who at this point was trying to stifle her moans, but Robin's relentless assault was starting to get to her, especially as the lecture came to a close.
"And see, the best way to truly figure out the most of your bloodline is to give it a little show. Which is what Leon gave today. Because now that I'm marked to you, Arthur, I can feel it. The essence that was built up inside Amy and you. It's so invigorating," Robin said as she viciously fingered Amy, who at this point couldn't hold herself back and voiced out a moan.
"Oh, Missus Foxwell, your fingers are so good. They're so—"
"Shush, child. Your teacher has much to teach you still."
Slick. Slick. Slick.
The sound of Robin's fingers working the insides of Amy's folds filled the room as Robin tried to teach her a lesson, one that said she shouldn't interrupt her teacher while she was busy lecturing.
"Eep." Amy yelped as Robin's fingers hit a certain spot.
"Oh, are you sensitive right there, Amy?"
"No."
"Are you sure? What about here?"
Robin's second hand reached up to her breasts and pinched her nipple, the puffy little thing rolling in her fingers as Amy started to shake her hips from the pleasure.
"So good," she moaned as Robin fingered her.
And all the while, Arthur just stood there watching, seemingly lost in his own world, thinking about what Robin had said.
So that's why I'm so much better at using spirit magic than the rest of my family.
He turned the thought over, realizing much of the nuance that made up his specialty was tied to the fact that his bloodline was an Origin. But it didn't actually change anything at all.
It was Amy's moans that cut him back to reality, and he lowered himself, getting up close and personal to Amy's face, kissing her on the lips.
"It seems even my student is tired of waiting and watching. Take her soft, supple lips in your mouth, Arthur. She's such a fun sized person, isn't she? Her petite, firm ass and her tight little pussy that just wraps around anything you stick inside." Robin tilted her head. "Mhmm. You like that, don't you, you dirty little girl?"
Robin whispered into Amy's ear as she continued to assault her, all while Arthur took Amy's soft lips and wrapped his tongue into her mouth.
Arthur's cock started to grow in size, its shaft turning hard at the sight of Amy in the reverse bunny suit.
The way Robin's fingers pinched her nipples and toyed with Amy's pussy made it an exotic sight for him, especially with his tongue wrapped around Amy's inner mouth, enough to make him lust for her.
Not once letting Arthur go unattended, Amy took her free hand and reached out, holding his cock in her slender hand, fingers wrapping around it.
Amy couldn't help but compare how she was able to get her whole hand around him, unlike she could with Leon. Gripping hard, she stroked him nice and slow, giving him a warm pressure on his lower side.