Warrior Training System

"You know I hate doing this, right?" Cassandra muttered, sitting between Cassian's legs, her fingers wrapping around his shaft, now slick with his release. Despite the clear look of disgust on her face, there was no hesitation in her movements as she stroked him, the wet, lewd sounds filling the space between them.

"I've only ever done this for you," she added, her voice quieter but firm.

Cassian smirked, watching her with hooded eyes. "Yeah, and I'm really grateful for that…" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and arousal.

Cassandra rolled her eyes but didn't stop. Instead, she shifted, her bare hips still raised high as she leaned in closer. Just before taking him into her mouth, she mumbled under her breath, "As you should be."

She parted her soft, pink lips, her crystal-clear tongue slipping out as she pressed it against the base of Cassian's length, right where his member met his heavy sac. Slowly, she dragged her tongue upward, licking up every trace of their mixed fluids, her warm breath ghosting over his skin.

She didn't stop there. With a slurp, she took him in, her tongue swirling around as she cleaned every inch, her movements precise and thorough. Cassian watched from above, mesmerized by the sight—the same beautiful face he had just compared to the moon and the endless night sky was now beneath him, pressed against his veined, throbbing length, utterly devoted to cleaning the mess they'd made.

He was ready to go again, to take her just like he had been for hours—pushing her to climax over and over, marking her body with his release on her breasts, her stomach, her butt. The only places left untouched were her face and that other, tighter entrance between her cheeks.

But as he glanced up, he noticed the moon slowly sinking, the once-dark sky beginning to lighten. Time was slipping away. For now, he'd have to settle for her face, saving that last untouched spot for another time—when he could properly convince her.

Suddenly, an urge struck him—rather than pushing himself into her mouth, he wanted to rub it against her face instead.

"Hold on…" Cassian muttered, gripping her surprised face gently. Before she could react, he dragged his saliva-coated length across her soft skin, smearing warmth along her lips, nose, and even between her eyes, marking her forehead.

She blinked in shock, feeling the sheer size of him—longer than her head, thick enough to nearly cover a third of its width.

As she finally recovered from the surprise of what Cassian was doing to her face, she squinted her eyes in anger and growled, "Do you wanna die?"

Cassian chuckled, completely unfazed by her death threat. Instead of stopping, he continued rubbing himself against her face, enjoying the sensation even more as she glared daggers at him.

"It's just like using your mouth," he teased with a smirk. "And honestly…I think I might come even faster this way."

"I said stop it… it doesn't feel right," she muttered, her face troubled as she watched his length glide up and down against her skin, her lips brushing against it with every motion.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling—it was something she had never imagined allowing. Letting a man rub himself on her breasts was one thing, but on her face? Shame crept up her spine at the thought. She was a strong woman, yet here she was, letting a man younger and weaker than her use her face like a toy for his pleasure.

Her breathing grew heavier, a mix of frustration and arousal building inside her as Cassian continued rubbing himself against her face—dragging his length from left to right, up and down, the tip pressing against her cheeks and brushing over her lips.

"Stop it…" she muttered, but her eyes betrayed her words, still following every movement of his member. She caught every detail—the glistening slit, the flushed tip leaking warmth, smearing against her skin.

Without realizing it, her hands slowly drifted down from his thighs, slipping between her own. The moment her fingers met the slick heat of her folds—already damp with his essence—she shuddered, rubbing herself as if acting on instinct.

Cassian noticed right away—her hips subtly moving, her hand working between her legs as she instinctively pressed her face against him. He paused, letting her take the lead, savoring the warmth of her breath ghosting over his length.

She nuzzled against him, dragging her soft lips and nose along his shaft, occasionally grazing his sensitive tip before slipping it between her lips for teasing sucks. Each slow, deliberate lick sent jolts of pleasure through him, a torturous kind of ecstasy that made his muscles tense.

Her fluttering blue eyes paid no mind to what she was doing with her face, completely focused on observing his member. He didn't know why, but it was utterly torturous.

Making him want to thrust forward, to bury himself deep in her throat and lose control, but he held back. Instead, he gripped a fistful of her silver hair, groaning as she rubbed her lips and nose along his length, her tongue flicking over him while her fingers moved slickly in and out of herself—coated in his essence.

Her muffled moans vibrated against his skin, and when Cassian let out a low, unrestrained groan in response, her movements became even more desperate.

Finally, when she couldn't hold back any longer, she took him fully into her mouth in one swift motion. Cassian's body jolted, a sharp gasp escaping him as the sudden warmth engulfed him completely. The heat that had been steadily building inside her surged to her face, her cheeks flushed as she lost control, fingers plunging deep into herself with frantic desperation.

His semen splattered across her ethereal, elf-like features, thick and white against her flushed skin. Yet she seemed delighted by it, rubbing it into her face as if savoring the sensation, using his still-hard length to smear it further while her hand worked him feverishly.

Even as his release slowed to a steady trickle rather than the violent spurts from before, Cassian shuddered with aftershocks, his hips jerking involuntarily. At the same time, her own body trembled—her moans vibrating around him as she stroked his length with one hand while the other worked her soaked folds mercilessly. With a final shudder, she came undone, arching as pleasure wracked her body, her muffled cries lost against his still-throbbing member.