Warrior Training System

Cassian had used the same "repaying the favor" excuse on Ravees before as well. That time, he had gotten a thighjob from her after teaching her how to reach an orgasm. She didn’t remember exactly what had led to that moment that night, but instinctively she knew she shouldn’t have let herself be swayed by him again.

Yet here she was, her hand holding the back of his head as he kissed her hungrily, making her move her tongue inside his mouth. It felt strange to Ravees, almost unpleasant at first, since she hated kissing and usually only gave her husband a brief peck now and then to show affection. But now she couldn’t stop, even knowing it was wrong. In that moment she realized she had betrayed her husband again by kissing another man.

’I should stop...?’ she told herself, though it sounded more like a question than a decision. She had already betrayed her husband again by letting her breasts be fondled earlier, so what difference would one kiss make? In her mind it already felt like part of the same betrayal. She began arguing with herself, trying to justify continuing as the growing lust whispered in her thoughts, slowly twisting her better judgment.

’Kissing is fine... he has to repay me somehow too...’ she told herself, unable to think of the many non-sexual ways a favor could be repaid other than having her breasts fondled and her lips and tongue taken into his mouth.

But suddenly Cassian pulled his lips away. She lifted her head instinctively, trying to catch them again, her eyes closing and opening only to find his smirking face watching her. She blushed, but when he leaned back in and gave his lips to her again, she didn’t hesitate this time, slipping her tongue into his mouth once more and pulling him back into the kiss.

"You’ve gotten better at kissing..." Cassian said as he traced her saliva-laced lips with his finger. The scent lingering on them made Ravees flush as he played with her lips for a moment before slowly pushing his finger inside, teasing her tongue.

’Why do I want to lick it so badly?’ Ravees asked herself, her heartbeat quickening. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed his hand and drew his finger into her mouth, beginning to suck on it.

Cassian let out a low grunt, watching her hungrily as she continued sucking his finger.

She let his finger go only after the taste had completely faded from it. Cassian then grabbed the hem of her already raised shirt and said, "You’re overdressed. Severely. We should fix that."

He didn’t need to ask much. Ravees lifted her arms, letting him pull the shirt off. His hands quickly moved down to her pants, about to push them lower when she grabbed his wrists and stopped him.

"No... just this much is fine," she said hesitantly, the uncertainty in her voice leaving enough room for Cassian to keep pressing his luck.

Cassian’s hands still held the waistband of her pants as he replied, "That’s not fair. You’ve seen us naked so many times—I want to see you too. And I’m certain my lady would back me up here... if she could."

Ravees glanced down at Katherine, who lay naked beside them, sprawled across the bed.

She looked at him, still uncertain, but she didn’t want to stop now. At the very least, she wanted to reach her own release once. ’I deserve it...’ she told herself. She didn’t want to betray her husband further by letting things go too far, so she tried to limit it.

"I’ll do it myself... but you can’t touch it," she said.

Cassian smirked at her blush and leaned back, watching. She lifted her hips and pulled her pants down from there, then raised one long leg straight up, giving him a clear view of her strong, well-shaped hamstrings—firm and powerful, yet still soft in the way he liked. As she struggled to slide the pants past her knees, he reached over to help pull them off.

To his surprise, her underwear came off with them as well, revealing the dark hair she had left untouched, just as he remembered.

Katherine’s had growth too, but she always kept it neat. Cassian had never seen it grow more than necessary. Ravees’s, on the other hand, was more overgrown—not that Cassian disliked it. If anything, it gave her a wilder, more erotic look, since it stayed mostly around her folds and lower stomach.

Cassian kept her leg raised, not letting her close them before resting it on his shoulder. They felt heavy and strong as she tried to bring them back together, clearly not wanting him to see her bushy folds. She even moved her hands there to cover them, saying, "Don’t look..." only to feel his penis brush against the back of her hands.

"You’re kidding, right... Missus.?" Cassian asked in a surprised tone. The Missus. at the end made Ravees’s heart skip a beat, her breathing growing heavier than before as he rubbed his now-hard penis over the backs of her hands. "You said no touching... at least let me have a good look at it..."

Even though Cassian was only teasing her, she found herself thinking, He’s right... who am I kidding? She had already decided she wanted at least one orgasm before shutting him out, so what was the point of acting so shy now? And that little Missus. remark kept echoing in her head, reminding her that she was still a married woman. The thrill of that alone was dangerous, almost intoxicating—standing there naked in front of another man instead of her husband, feeling the rush of it settle deep in her chest.

As she slowly pulled her hands away from her bush, Cassian’s penis grew even harder in anticipation. He could finally see her bush clearly now. Her folds were still mostly hidden beneath it, but the little skin he could see—and the scent rising from her after being wet for so long—made Cassian feel almost intoxicated by her.

It made him want to taste her. She had a natural, raw scent, something bold and indecent in the way it filled the air. It was a shocking kind of smell, yet it suited her, and Cassian had always liked women who carried that kind of shameless presence—though only when they were that way with him.