Warrior Training System

"Promise you’re only going to look..." Ravees said, her thighs squeezed tightly together with Cassian’s length pressed between them. He didn’t mind staying like that, but seeing the desperate look in her eyes—almost pleading—made him nod.

"I swear I won’t... unless you allow me to," he said as he leaned forward, causing her closed thighs to part slightly again. Lying there like that, she looked almost too tempting to ignore.

That seemed to reassure her a little as his face moved closer. Then he added with a faint grin, "But you only meant your pussy, right?"

His face hovered above hers, her greyish eyes—like those of some dark feline—looking strangely innocent beneath her dark lashes.

She gave a small nod. "Hmm..."

"Really... what about here?" he said, holding both of her hands in his. She nodded. Her hands weren’t very feminine—they were large, long, even a little veiny from constant use of strength—but Cassian liked the way they felt around his penis. Even if they could barely hold him properly, it was still better compared to others.

As she nodded, Cassian pressed her hands down onto the bed and leaned closer. Her thighs spread wider as the place she had been afraid of getting touched was brushed by something even more dangerous than his hands, his body moving against her while he kissed and lightly licked at her ear.

"And here too?" he asked softly.

"How about here?" he asked, kissing her neck.

She answered only with a moan again, her hands squeezing his as his lips moved from one side of her neck to the other. Then he leaned toward her ear once more and asked softly, "And here?"

She replied with another quiet moan. She could feel his length brushing against the top of her bush, nothing too direct yet, but the sensation only made her more aware of him. As Cassian kept kissing her, asking permission with every new place he touched, the slow teasing began to overwhelm her with sensation. The frustration built inside her—part of her wanted to simply give him full control—but she still answered him only with soft sounds.

Then his lips moved lower, kissing along her skin again before reaching her armpit. Without hesitation he licked the sweat there, giving it a long slow stroke of his tongue. It helped that she was hairless there, and the sudden sensation made her moan again as she watched him continue.

He did the same with her other armpit without hesitation. Earlier, when she had watched him do it to Katherine, she had found it disgusting. But now it made her body tremble every time he did it, the place far more sensitive than she expected. And as a woman, seeing him not hesitate and even appreciate a part of her body she had always thought of as dirty filled her mind with strange thoughts. Letting him touch her folds no longer sounded that bad; hell, even the thought of him licking her there began slipping through the walls she had built in her mind.

He didn’t ask again if he could touch another part. He simply continued, and her soft moans were enough of an answer as he kissed her stomach. It trembled slightly beneath his lips—firm with muscle, yet with a gentle softness over it. Not a thick layer, just enough to soften the shape while still showing the strength beneath.

Cassian lingered there for a moment longer, his hands still on her breasts, squeezing them slowly. As if that wasn’t enough, he shifted his grip, pressing them from the middle so the nipple rose slightly more. Then he leaned forward and drew both of the dark, cherry-like tips into his mouth at once, making her moan louder than before.

He sucked on them firmly, his grip making her arch her back slightly off the bed as his tongue moved between them, brushing both at once.

When he finally pulled away with a soft sucking sound, it left them tingling. Ravees moaned quietly, her eyes heated from how aroused she had become. Cassian looked at them again, now shining faintly with his saliva, somehow even more tempting than before. But there were still other parts of her body he wanted to explore.

He moved back to her stomach, trailing slow kisses across it while his hands slid along her waist, squeezing lightly as she lifted her hips instinctively. When he kissed lower on her stomach, her breathing hitched, and when he lingered there—just above her bush—her whole body filled with anticipation. She trembled, expecting him to go lower, but he didn’t. Instead, he changed direction, moving his kisses to her sides before going down to her thigh near her knee.

Looking up at her with a teasing smile, he asked again, "I can touch here, right?"

His hands squeezed her from the sides as she nodded, her face flushed. He continued softly, "Then stop me where I can’t, okay?"

He kissed the same thigh a little higher while his other hand moved to squeeze her opposite thigh. They were wider than his head, and even with both hands he couldn’t fully grasp them. That only made him like them more.

As he trailed lower, kissing and sucking along the way, her scent grew stronger in his nose. His eyes lingered on her spread folds beneath the thick bush, giving her a raw, unguarded look that stirred something deep in him. The skin there was a darker pink, damp with warmth.

He kept moving, pressing kisses along her inner thighs, tasting the moisture that had gathered there. Slowly he moved from one thigh to the other, letting his lips and tongue wander closer each time. Her legs spread wider under his touch, allowing him to continue exploring the soft skin there. The nearer he moved, the more he wondered how the rest of her would feel beneath his mouth.

As he moved lower, now only an inch away from her most sensitive place, he lingered at the innermost part of her thighs. She still hadn’t stopped him. The heat building inside her had already filled her eyes with moisture, the anticipation growing from the way he had touched, kissed, and explored nearly every part of her body.

She only wanted to release the tension building inside her. Lifting her head slightly, she looked down between her thighs, hoping Cassian would stop himself as he had promised, because she no longer trusted herself to stop him.

It was almost amusing in a way—she was a Circle Warrior, someone known for iron will—yet in that moment her resolve felt anything but strong.