Warrior Training System

"Mmm..." Brigid let out a muffled sound as Cassian buried his face against her neck, his lips trailing up toward her ear. She bit down on her lip, struggling to hold back the noises trying to escape.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked between shaky breaths, her voice laced with both mockery and curiosity. Sitting snugly on his lap, she felt his hands firmly kneading the curve of her rear. From the confidence in his touch, it was clear he wasn’t inexperienced. Yet her own expression—tight with restraint as she fought to hold back her moans—made her look far more like the one untouched. "Sucking on my neck like this—do you really think that counts as sex?"
Cassian chuckled against her skin, not entirely sure why she was provoking him but amused nonetheless. "Maybe not the main part," he murmured, lips never leaving her neck, "but it is part of it. Besides... how could I not admire you first? It’s a gentleman’s duty to let a lady know—through his mouth—just how beautiful she and her body are."
As he spoke, he pulled her closer onto his lap, pressing her firmly against him. The movement arched her back, her breasts flattening warmly against his chest while his lips remained at her throat.
Brigid looked far more troubled than she let on. The sensations running through her were nothing like what she was used to. And the problem wasn’t Cassian himself—it was that this didn’t feel like the kind of sex she knew.
She knew sex. She’d wasn’t a virgin even if she is acting like one now. She had even pushed herself to extremes—back door and all. Using it as a tool, sometimes to get her way, sometimes to climb higher within the cult. This was supposed to be the same—another means to reach Cassian, to dig out his secrets, maybe even bend him to her will. He seemed immature, lust-hungry—easy to control.
But for some reason, her body wasn’t behaving the way it usually did. It was reacting—truly reacting. And worse, those reactions showed on her face, in her voice. Normally, the sounds she made were calculated, performed to fool men. But now, every gasp and shiver was genuine—intense in a way that unsettled her.
She didn’t know whether she should feel that way or not—confused, a little startled by her own reactions. Flushed, she pushed his face away from her neck and stammered, "I don’t need all that... let’s just get on with it." In her hurry, she began fumbling with the buttons of his pants, then her own.
Cassian looked amused at her sudden shift, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Apologies—I didn’t realize you were in such a hurry..." he murmured, helping her tug her trousers down.
Brigid smirked faintly, though her face was still flushed. As he knelt between her legs, he tugged her pants lower—only to struggle as the fabric clung stubbornly around her full, round hips. Her rear seemed to swell even more as the tight cloth peeled away, her damp panties sliding down with it. Freed from the constriction, her shapely, elastic butt bounced back into view—lush yet firm, not carrying a trace of unwanted ugly fat despite being quite fat. Cassian couldn’t help but stare, thinking he had never seen a figure so generous yet so perfectly sculpted.
As Cassian tugged her pants fully down, he didn’t allow her the chance to close her thighs. Spreading them apart with deliberate ease, he smirked. "Must be hard, keeping yourself from flooding down here too..."
Brigid’s face burned as she quickly tried to squeeze her thighs shut and cover his gaze with her hands. "Stop saying weird things—just take it out already..."
But even with her hands obstructing him, Cassian caught a clear glimpse of her. Between the plump thickness of her thighs, a dark tuft of purple hair framed her slick folds, glistening with undeniable arousal. They looked mature, like Lady Katherine’s, yet carried their own raw allure. A faint softness clung around her lower belly, a subtle, sensual curve that only deepened her appeal.
Before she could clamp her legs shut, Cassian slid his hands behind her, pulling her hips down and forcing himself between her thighs. His face pressed close, his grin shameless as her thighs squeezed hard around his head.
"I said stop it..." she gasped, her voice breaking with flustered embarrassment—not from being fully exposed, but from how fiercely her body was betraying her. The wet heat on her folds, the wet pubes said everything she wanted to deny. And even as her thighs crushed against him, Cassian only looked up at her with a wide, mischievous smile, perfectly content to be trapped there.
What Brigid didn’t know was that her tight thigh lock felt like heaven to Cassian. Grinning against her skin, he said,"It’s necessary for me to first taste, so you stop badgering, acting like you’re a virgin yourself?"
"I am not..." she shot back, offended, still trying to shove his face away while squeezing his head tighter between her thighs, blocking his view of her folds.
"Then stop with these antics and just enjoy it," Cassian said.
Her eyes lingered on him for a second before she flushed, turning her head away. Her grip on his head weakened as she muttered, "Suit yourself..."
As she released her grip, Cassian’s hands slid down her back, forcing her closer. A yelp escaped her as she landed flat, one leg draped over his shoulder, hips raised. Her body shuddered under his mouth, heat pooling low—but her mind screamed at her to stay in control. ’I can’t let him see I’m losing it,’ she thought, though the moan slipped out anyway: "Ngh..."
The kiss lingered, his mouth pressing against her wetness while his warm breath made her skin tingle all over. She clamped an arm over her mouth, trying to stifle another sound. Cassian didn’t stop at just one spot—he moved from thigh to thigh, pressing and sucking, his cheeks brushing against her soft flesh as he savored there softness.
His hands roamed freely, playing over her love handles and the small roll of her lower stomach. She struggled not to look down, mentally biting back a reaction she didn’t know how to stop.
’What is happening?’ she asked herself. She had had sex countless times before, but never like this. None of them had ever kissed or licked her thighs; some had touched her neck, but never had she felt anything remotely like this.
At first, she thought it might be the slave ring—maybe Cassian was using it to make her feel this way—but she didn’t sense any mana flowing, and the red stone didn’t glow.
Which meant... she was feeling it for real. But how? And why?