Warrior Training System

Katherine looked down from between her hanging breasts toward her thighs, though her gaze was mostly fixed on her hands. They weren’t fully visible, her curved stomach partly blocking the view, but she could still see enough—her fingers pressed tightly there, strands of her red pubic hair visible around them. But that wasn’t what held her attention.

Even though she was pressing down so hard, sharp streams of blurred liquid still shot out between her fingers, coming fast and uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her face as the pleasure that had been building from being pounded in her butt finally broke loose the moment Cassian pulled out, her body clenching hard and suddenly losing control.

It was overwhelming. Heat seemed to spread through her entire body as it kept spilling out, and she tried to stop it with all her strength—not out of embarrassment. She had lost control like this many times before, even over Cassian, sometimes over his face when the moment took her there. But this time it was different. It felt completely out of her control, as if her own body had taken over.

She clenched her teeth, trying to regain control before it carried her even further. The two watching her saw everything—Ravees, who had shifted closer near her rasied butt to see what was happening below, stared in shock at how much she was releasing and how far it splashed. Some of it had even reached Cassian, and a little had sprayed toward her too, making her instinctively step back.

But Cassian didn’t move away. Instead, he reached forward and grabbed Katherine’s wet hands. She shot a glare at him. "Don’t touch me..." she snapped, but he ignored the protest. As he pulled her hands aside, she slipped from her own grip and cried out loudly, "Ugh... nghh..." while another strong burst escaped her, spraying even harder and farther.

Drenching the sheets beneath her, Cassian smirked and turned her onto her back. She tried to press her hands down again, tears in her eyes as she looked at him pleadingly, but he caught her legs and pulled them back.

"Please... don’t..." she muttered between shaky breaths, her mouth already open as she struggled to both moan and breathe.

Cassian kept her legs spread, lifting them onto his shoulders and pressing them back. The position made her lose even more control, her folds opening as another rush escaped her.

"She’s asking you to stop..." Ravees said sharply, her voice rising with anger.

But Cassian didn’t seem to consider her a threat and paid little attention to the protest. If Katherine truly wanted him to stop, she could have done so easily—she was a Sixth Circle Warrior.

"I’m helping her," he replied, glancing down at Katherine. She was gasping now, her eyes rolled back, chest rising sharply as her hands kept pressing against herself.

"Don’t just stand there," he added, looking back at Ravees. "Help me... hold her hands up."

"Why?" she asked, unsure.

"Just do it... can’t you see her situation?" he said.

Ravees looked at her lady, who was gasping for breath while, even through her hands, liquid kept spilling out as if a tap had been opened. She was shocked—and worried too. Shocked at how much there was, and worried that Katherine might have nothing left after all of it poured out.

She might have been less surprised if she had known how much water Katherine drank before going to bed with Cassian, having been left dehydrated more than once before.

Still unsure, she followed Cassian’s command. She couldn’t bear watching Katherine like this, though perhaps she shouldn’t have listened. Cassian’s smile alone could have warned her, but at that moment his voice sounded far too convincing.

’I’m going to make her a slave to my dick...’ Cassian thoughted, even though he already knew Katherine was one. Still, a man’s ego was never easily satisfied—it only grew, always wanting more.

As he watched Ravees pull Katherine’s hands back and hold them raised, he saw her soaked folds still squirting clearly. Being so close, some of it even splashed against him, making him harder as she trembled beneath him, trying to free her legs.

Smiling darkly, he lowered himself again and pressed the head against her entrance before pushing forward.

"Haa—" Katherine’s breath caught sharply.

Ravees watched her lady’s beautiful face, now a mess—strands of red hair clinging to it, tear tracks streaking down where the kohl had washed away. Yet somehow it only made her look even more alluring. For a fleeting moment, Ravees found herself wishing she could see Katherine like this again and again.

And if it affected her like that, one could only imagine how much stronger it was for Cassian. Being a man, the sight and feeling only drove him further. He felt no guilt about overwhelming Katherine with even more pleasure than she was already drowning in as he pushed himself fully inside again. The movement forced another burst from her, splashing against him while he enjoyed the way her body tightened around him, gripping him deeper.

With her legs already over his shoulders, he reached forward and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them firmly, enjoying their weight in his hands.

While she gasped for air, if she had any mind left to notice anything beyond Cassian’s length inside her and his hands fondling her breasts, the only thing she would have sensed was the scent of Ravees’ arousal. Ravees had soaked through her clothes from watching them and now hovered close above her, holding her hands down.

That position gave Cassian easy access to Katherine’s armpits. Though they were damp with sweat, he showed no disgust, licking them slowly as if tasting something sweet rather than salt. Katherine’s breathing finally began to return, her squirting easing as her body slowly calmed, leaving only the warmth between them. Cassian could feel her inner muscles tighten and shift around him, sending new sensations through him even without moving.

’Gross...’ Ravees muttered, clearly put off by the sight of Cassian licking and sucking at Katherine’s armpit. It was smooth and pale, hairless and lightly lined, almost glossy in its own way, yet she would never have thought of even smelling it, let alone touching it like that.

Still, she had seen Cassian put his mouth on far worse places before, and the same could be said for Katherine. So she pushed the thought aside, trying not to dwell on it, especially since—despite her earlier confusion and refusal—she found herself enjoying what was happening far more than she wanted to admit.