Chapter 318: Steaming Hot Meat Buns
Skadi was blissfully content. Riding with her beloved master was already enough to make her tail wag happily.
But what made it even better was that she wasn’t stuck playing the pillar for Julie anymore.
Every single time she’d ridden with their "sweet and clingy" captain, it had been the same: Julie would panic, clutch onto her like a drowning kitten, and drag her balance off with every gallop.
Even earlier, when they’d seen Julie and Aisha speeding past, she’d caught the familiar chaos, Julie screeching and grabbing, Aisha snapping at her to let go.
Skadi had almost felt bad...almost. It was far too funny to watch.
Now, though, she had the best seat in the world, right in front of her master, snuggled up close. She hadn’t gotten much alone time with him recently, and she was planning to milk this moment for everything it was worth.
She imagined the stories he’d tell, the way he’d point at the horizon with that soft voice of his, the way they’d look at the fates together. She’d even packed her favorite snacks to share with him along the way.
But...her master seemed to have a slightly different plan in mind.
She realized it when his hands didn’t stop at her hips, where they’d rested for the last stretch of road. Instead, they slid forward. Slow. Intentional. His palms glided up over her waist, over her belly, fingers fanning out lightly until they brushed over her ribcage, then higher.
Skadi’s breath caught the instant she felt his fingers curve under her breasts, palms cupping the soft weight of them right through the fabric of her tunic.
Her back stiffened slightly, her hands tightening on the pommel of the saddle, but she didn’t pull away. She just...stayed there. Pressed to him.
Her thighs squeezed tighter around the horse, as though the sudden warmth between her legs might make her slip if she didn’t grip tighter.