Warrior Training System

"You came…" Cassian said, his wide, teasing smile growing as he looked at Ravees, still trembling from her orgasm. Her eyes were almost teary as she tried to control her folds, which were still pulsing, squirting out more fluids that felt like boiling water shooting through her body—intensely pleasurable and overwhelming.

"No, I didn't…" Ravees denied flatly, refusing to admit she'd just had her first-ever orgasm. She kept stroking Cassian's member, squeezing it tightly, forcing a smile. "But you seem like you're about to…"

Cassian smirked, not denying it. It wasn't every day he got to tease a beautiful, stubborn circle warrior like this, let alone get a handjob in return.

"I bet you'll hit your second before I'm even close," Cassian taunted, turning his knowledge of her body against her. With her legs spread wide, he pushed his fingers deeper inside her while his other hand squeezed her breasts. Ravees glared at him, her eyes fierce, and snapped in an accusatory tone, "You're cheating…"

She didn't wait, grabbing Cassian's face by the cheeks with her free hand, squeezing them angrily. "Then I'll cheat too…" she said, pulling his lips to hers. Cassian was caught off guard, his lips sucked and licked by hers, her tongue teasing before she guided him into a slightly more proper kiss.

Cassian let Ravees kiss him harder, her technique raw and unpolished like a newbie, driven purely by wild instinct. She sucked his tongue and lips hungrily, mimicking what she'd seen him and Katherine do earlier, hoping to push him to orgasm first. Cassian, enjoying every second, let her take the lead, his hands playing with her breasts. They were bigger, fuller, and elastic, with no sag, a testament to how hard she worked to keep her body pristine. His fingers found her hard nipples, squeezing them gently, making her moan into his mouth. Her folds, still pulsing from her earlier orgasm, kept spasming, though now dry, having already released all her fluids.

It felt so wrong—her mind and heart screamed to push Cassian away, to break free. But his finger inside her, his hand on her breasts, and her lips kissing him fiercely kept her body drawn to him, like a magnet.

She felt his hands tug at her top's collar. Since she'd been about to sleep, she wore no bra, leaving her bare underneath. Her instincts roared from her heart to stop him, but she clung to his face, holding it tightly. Afraid he'd stop moving his hand on her folds if she quit stroking his member, she let him stretch her collar. He pulled it down, exposing her bare breasts fully. Cassian glanced down, still kissing, seeing her chest bare for the first time.

Her brown skin lightened slightly across her breasts, marked by clear tan lines from her intense training in the sun. Her breasts were large, full, and impeccably shaped, holding firm without any sag, a reflection of her disciplined warrior physique. As Cassian's hands squeezed them with urgency, her nipples hardened, standing out prominently—just a touch lighter than her skin, glossy and elastic, almost demanding attention. The skin was incredibly smooth, stretched taut over her aroused, firm flesh, each sprung up slightly under his grip, the stiff nipples pulsing with every press.

'Why? Why? Why?' The question looped relentlessly in Ravees' mind as she panted heavily, caught in this moment for what felt like endless minutes. Her breaths came fast, her body trembling, yet the same question haunted her: 'Why?' Why couldn't she shove Cassian away? Why did the love she held for her husband pale against the electric sensations coursing through her body? Why, when Cassian's hands first gripped her breasts, was her immediate instinct to kiss him, to pull him closer instead of pushing him back?

'Why? Why?' The questions piled up, each one heavier than the last, and a new one surged as she felt herself spiraling toward another orgasm. Why am I cumming? She didn't find it pleasurable—at least, she refused to admit she did. Her mind clung to the idea that this couldn't be real, that Cassian must have woven some kind of dark magic over her. How else could she be climaxing again, so soon after her first-ever orgasm just minutes before? She told herself it was a trick, some sinister art forcing her body to betray her, making her folds pulse and her hips twitch against her will, even as the overwhelming heat built inside her once more.

Cassian pulled his lips from hers, and Ravees leaned forward to chase them, only stopping when she caught his wide smirk. "You're cumming again…" he said, his hands moving to grip her thighs, keeping them spread. She didn't respond, instead lunging to bite his neck, mimicking how Katherine had once signaled her orgasm, hoping to push Cassian to climax as quickly as possible.

It worked. Cassian's hips bucked slightly, a tingling sensation rippling through him. Ravees felt his veins pulse harder, his member growing hotter, bigger, and harder than before. A stronger pulse followed, and her hand grew slick with hot, slimy fluids as they splashed onto her. Cassian's hips bucked again, matching her own as she rode out her orgasm alongside him.

Ravees' body trembled, her hips still twitching as the waves of her orgasm ebbed, her hand slick with Cassian's fluids. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her neck still tingling from where she'd bitten him. Cassian, panting lightly, kept his grip on her thighs, his smirk softening but still there, like he'd won some unspoken game. Her folds pulsed faintly, spent but sensitive, and the dampness in her pants clung uncomfortably to her skin.

Cassian's hand lingered on her folds, stroking slowly, easing her out of her post-orgasm haze. Ravees, still squeezing every last drop of semen from him as she stroked, finally pulled her hand away. Cassian did the same, and they both wiped their hands on the bedsheets. He stood naked, watching her as she, face fully flushed, fumbled with shaky hands to fix her clothes. Her breasts remained exposed, her pants half-down, unmovable—not just from exhaustion but from the weight of her guilty conscience, reminding her of what she'd just done.