Warrior Training System

’I’m... I’m actually moving...’ Ravees realized, her hips rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm. ’What am I doing... this is so... vulgar...’

Her heart pounded faster with every motion, shame creeping in as the thought hit her—what if Katherine saw her like this?

That thought made her glance back—and she froze.

Her reflection stared at her from the dressing table mirror.

She looked worse than she’d imagined.

Squatted low, legs spread far too wide, leaving nothing hidden. There was no doubt—Cassian could see everything. And even as that realization settled in, she didn’t stop. Her body kept moving, hips lifting and dropping in a crude, shameless rhythm.

It looked... wrong.

Like she’d lost all restraint. No control, no dignity—just raw need. Like some wild animal, moving without thought, caring about nothing except the pleasure driving it.

Her large breasts hung down in front of Cassian, swaying as his hands gripped and kneaded them firmly. His lips stayed near her ear, sucking lightly while her head rested against his shoulder, her breath coming out heavy and uneven.

In the mirror, she caught sight of herself—eyes dazed, unfocused, her mouth parted as a thin line of saliva slipped from her lips, her whole body slick with sweat.

’Only this time... this is the last time...’ she told herself, clinging to that thought.

She knew exactly what she looked like.

Just like Katherine.

She respected her—served her even—but she also knew what Katherine had become. A woman completely devoted, enslaved to Cassian’s penis, to the point she would do anything for it... even kill.

And now... Ravees could feel something similar creeping in.

But she wasn’t Katherine.

She was a Circle Warrior—someone with the will to bend the world, to alter the flow of mana, to disrupt even the spells of grand mages. Someone who could control herself.

So this would be the first... and the last time she would take him.

That was what she told herself.

So she shouldn’t hesitate... shouldn’t hold back... she should just take it—experience it fully—

Cassian’s voice cut through her thoughts.

""So... is this your really first time riding dick? you are natural."

She didn’t want to answer that—especially because it was true. Instead, she stayed silent, focusing on the movement of her hips, pushing herself to keep going as another strong wave was already building inside her. She didn’t want Cassian to see her face either, not when she knew the kind of expression she was making.

So she leaned in and pressed her lips to his neck instead, sucking at it softly.

Cassian let out a quiet chuckle.

"Why?" he murmured, amused. "Your husband’s not big enough?"

And that was exactly why she didn’t want to answer—it forced her to think about it... to compare.

Her husband... and Cassian.

With her husband, she used to press herself down, even grind just to feel him properly, afraid he might slip out if she moved too much. But with Cassian... even when she lifted herself high, almost half a foot up, a part of him was still inside her.

That difference settled heavily in her mind.

The thought made her stomach tighten with guilt—but instead of stopping her, it twisted together with the pleasure, turning into something even more intoxicating. The shame didn’t push her away from it... it pulled her deeper in.

If not for how overwhelmed she already was, she might have recognized it for what it was—her body warning her to stop. That what she was doing was wrong... completely, undeniably wrong.

And she knew it herself, deep down—but she forced her thoughts away, clinging only to the pleasure.

"Shut up..." she snapped, breath shaky.

Her hands pressed against his waist as she kept moving, lifting herself and dropping back down in slow, unsteady squats over him. Her thighs stretched and tensed with every motion, her body working harder, while her breasts hung and swayed right in front of his face.

Cassian didn’t look away.

"So he’s not, huh..." he muttered under his breath, watching her closely.

"Then how the hell were you even managing?" he went on, a smirk in his voice. "Your pussy’s already acting like it’s hooked... the way you clamped down on me earlier—I thought you were gonna strip the skin off my dick."

Everything he was saying... wasn’t wrong—and that only made Ravees’ already tangled thoughts spiral even more. She had already admitted it herself... that she wanted him.

’Then what more does he want from me...?’ she questioned, her mind struggling to keep up.

Yet her body didn’t stop.

She was already dropping herself down harder against him, her hips moving in a rhythm she would have never allowed anyone to hear—vulgar, shameless sounds slipping out with every motion. Completely exposed, completely bare, her body slick with sweat and her own fluids, the wetness between them spreading, coating both of their bodies in a sticky, heated mix.

And still, he kept going.

"So just enjoy it while you’ve got it inside you..." Cassian murmured, his tone low, pressing further into her thoughts. "And don’t hold back on me... if there’s anything you want—anything you want to do to me, or want me to do to you—just say it..."

She had to think for a moment, trying to figure out what she even wanted to do. That was the problem—her experience was almost nonexistent. Other than her husband, where she mostly just lay there... the only thing she really had to go off was watching Katherine and Cassian together.

And right now... the one thing that kept coming to mind was his penis in her mouth.

But she didn’t want it out of her—not yet.

’Later...’ she told herself, pushing the thought aside for now.

Just then, Cassian pulled her face away from his shoulder, forcing her to look at him.

And even facing him directly, she couldn’t control her expression.

Her lips were parted, breath uneven, a bit of saliva slipping out as her grey eyes stayed half-open, hazy and unfocused. She let out a soft, broken moan, instinctively trying to turn her face away again—but his grip tightened in her hair, stopping her.

"Is there something like that...?" he asked, watching her closely. "Something you want to do? anything?"

She didn’t struggle against his grip. If anything, she liked it—her head pulled back, out of her control, her body responding in ways she wasn’t even deciding anymore.

After a brief moment of hesitation, of fighting herself, she finally spoke, her voice low and unsteady.

"...tell me you love my pussy..."

Cassian’s smile widened the moment he heard it.

Up close, her face looked almost unreal—flushed, dazed, completely lost in it—and paired with that lewd expression, it only drove him further.

"I love your tight pussy..." he said without hesitation, his voice thick with amusement and hunger. "...barely even used by your husband..."

He kept going, feeding into it, feeling her tighten around him as he spoke, the reaction telling him exactly how close she was.

"So warm... so needy..." he murmured. "Feels like it’s trying to squeeze me dry..."

Before she could respond, he pushed his tongue into her open mouth, cutting off whatever sound she was about to make, tasting her as he took what he wanted.

As their lips parted, thin strands of saliva stretched between them before snapping. Cassian pulled back just enough to look at her, breaking the last of it as he spoke.

"I love that look on your face..." he murmured.

Her eyes rolled back further at his words, her moans growing rougher, more strained as her body started using more force—slamming herself down harder, pushing him deeper, chasing that edge she was about to fall over.

She wanted it to hit hard enough to wipe everything else away.

"...tell me..." she gasped, her voice breaking, "tell me I’m a slutty wife..."

"Why say it...? You’re already are—"

Cassian let out a low, amused breath, his grip tightening on her hips as he cut himself off, eyes locked on her.

"Just look at yourself..." he continued, voice rougher, more direct. "The way you’re bouncing on my dick... yeah—you’re a fucking slut..."

Her response came instantly—a loud, uncontrollable moan as her body reacted to his words.

"Sshhhhh—"

The sound broke out of her, long and unsteady, her body jolting as the release hit. It came all at once, overwhelming—her hips jerking uncontrollably, her body slamming down against him as her breath shattered into broken gasps.

Her eyes watered, vision blurring as the intensity took over completely.

She had reached her orgasm.

And it wasn’t a normal one.

She could feel it—her own release hitting back against her, splashing hard, soaking everything between them as it spilled over him. Cassian let out a low grunt with her, her body tightening violently around him, her spasms making his expression twist into a strained, almost pained smile.

He watched it—felt it—warm and relentless as it spread, running down from where their bodies met, trailing in different directions, fast and uncontrolled.

And Ravees...

She looked completely gone.

Her tongue hung out slightly, breath ragged, saliva slipping from her lips as her body kept jerking, lost in it.

"Keep moving... you slut..." Cassian said, his voice rough, louder now. "...use that hairy pussy..."

His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her, helping lift her slightly before pushing her back down. "Come on... make me cum..."

’I can’t... haa...’ even her thoughts had turned breathless, barely forming anymore.

But her body didn’t stop.

Her hips still lifted, still dropped, her movements messy and uncontrolled as that sharp, wet sound kept breaking out again and again. It was obscene—completely shameless—the kind of thing she would have never let anyone see.

And yet she couldn’t stop.

The sensation spread through her body, tingling, burning—not painful, but overwhelming, like her core had been set on fire with pleasure. It consumed her, drowned out everything else.

She kept moving, splashing, her body losing all rhythm as Cassian urged her on—his fingers pinching her nipples, his hips thrusting up to meet her, matching her broken pace.

He chased his own release, not slowing, not caring as her vision blurred further, everything around her fading while her body kept going, driven by nothing but that unbearable, heat, that kept building and releasing at same time.