Chapter 124 – A Kiss

The feeling was unlike anything they had ever experienced. Both Cassius and Isolde.

They found themselves melting in each other’s embrace, their lips engaged in a dance neither of them was proficient with.

Even Cassius — the moment the sweet rosy lips of Isolde crashed down on his own — immediately lost whatever experience in the matter he might have had in the past.

And so the two lovers began to learn from each other, not minding the awkwardness of their kiss, enjoying it and letting themselves be pulled into new territory.

One of pure pleasure.

Cassius’s hands moved, slithering around Isolde’s body like a snake around its mate. They went from her thighs — well-toned yet flexible — slowly, abnormally slowly, then towards her magnificent hips where he exerted a bit more strength, grabbing them with a possessiveness that left Isolde moaning inside his mouth.

He continued still, undaunted, letting his hands climb up her body like a man on a ladder, until they finally reached her breasts.

His heart pounded, and Isolde felt the bulge underneath her ass going harder and stronger. That sensation against her flesh made her shiver, and she instinctively began to move her body back and forth, her arms tighter around Cassius’s neck, moaning harder and harder as the hard thing caressed her own private place through their clothes.

Her mind was slowly going numb, being taken over by something primal and unrestrained. She began to speed up her movement, and speed up still, when Cassius finally grasped her two breasts in his hands.

It felt like the world around them no longer existed in their consciousness.

At that time, only they existed. And all they could perceive was their hot bodies scraping against each other while their mouths refused to be left alone.

His hands cupped her breasts, shaping them like a baker working flour into dough, while he himself was doing his best to keep his voice down at the sensations flooding him — from his mouth, his hands, and his own cock which was getting wilder and wilder.

At some point, Cassius began to feel something wet on his crotch from Isolde’s constant movement, and he used that moment to pierce inside her mouth with his tongue, seeking a dance. A dance Isolde eagerly accepted, as their tongues coiled around each other, her breathing shallower and shallower.

The scene unfolded for a long time. A time when the room was assaulted with a series of kissing and slurping sounds and ragged breathing.

The sound of clothes moving against each other. The sound of the bed slightly creaking from an unknown effort.

Eventually the two lovers stopped after a long while, their mouths reluctantly separating from each other, a trail of saliva following the action, one that stubbornly refused to break no matter what.

Their eyes, hazy and filled with lustful energy, found each other in a staring contest, their chests going up and down in an exhaustion that had nothing to do with anything deeply physical.

A long sensual silence held between them before Cassius smiled — the curling of his mouth cutting the saliva thread, to the visible dissatisfaction of Isolde — and moved his hands from her breasts to her lower back, just above her ass.

"Darling, you might be a natural at this." He said with a soft, loving tone.

Isolde’s face flushed slightly, herself surprised by what she had done in that moment. A moment where she had let herself be devoured by a beast she never knew she had inside her. A beast that had always lain dormant, but had now woken up when the right person touched her, when the right person showed her the love and affection she had always longed for.

She thought she should feel embarrassed. She didn’t.

"Is that a compliment?" she asked, smiling even as the tips of her ears turned red.

"Aye, darling."

"It is only for you then."

Cassius chuckled. "Well, I suppose you can admit it now. Have you been reading romance novels to prepare yourself?"

She barely suppressed a laugh, then let her head fall against his left shoulder. "Well... yes. I have been reading one lately."

"Which one?"

"Promise you won’t judge me?"

"I can’t guarantee that." He answered, amused.

Isolde smiled but told him anyway. "I must clarify that I only read it because the Net said it was the number one book in the... romance genre, I believe."

"Just say it."

"The Woman with a Thousand Harem."

Silence fell instantly.

Cassius coughed, then spoke with genuine bewilderment. "What?"

"That is the name of the book!" Isolde replied, burying her face deeper into his shoulder in shame. "And I told you, it was only for research! Only that! I knew nothing about any of this and I wanted to... I wanted to ple... pleas... ARGH! You understand what I mean, don’t you?"

Cassius didn’t know whether to laugh or weep. It was oddly, impossibly endearing to see Isolde — the same woman who would not blink while ending a life — flustered and shy about something so ordinary.

So endearing, in fact, that he wanted nothing more than to hold her and never let go.

"Darling," he said, trying not to laugh, "if you wanted to learn, I am right here. I myself don’t have much experience in this domain. Don’t let my tongue and my act fool you. I am quite clueless too."

"Aye." Isolde hummed softly, hugging him tighter.

"So are you alright with learning and exploring together?"

"Aye."

Cassius grinned with obvious devilish intent.

"Alright, darling. Lesson number one!" he said with sudden great enthusiasm. "Let me learn how the bare touch of your brea—!"

"PERVERT!" She bellowed and bit his ear.

"Damn it, Isolde! You agreed!" His body jolted in pain.

"Not now! I am not ready yet! Pervert!"

"You know what? Fuck you."

"Thanks for the blessing."

Cassius grumbled like a child who had been promised sweets only to receive homework. Isolde, meanwhile, was thoroughly pleased with herself. For once, she had been the one to get her husband worked up.

She smiled with quiet mischief, her mind replaying the kiss and every sensation she had felt. It had been nothing but a kiss, and yet the pleasure had been unlike anything she had ever known.

She couldn’t help wondering what kind of pleasure waited at the next level.

That thought made her shiver with something that was not entirely dread.

Only to be reminded, then, that she was rather wet. And that the hard thing underneath her was still...well, still very much present.

Her face went red again. She coughed once, slowly and awkwardly.

"I think I need to take a bath." She whispered.

"Want me to come?" Cassius asked immediately. "Just to watch, of course. Don’t worry."

"I am worried." She said at once. ’More about what I might do than what you might do.’ She added inwardly.

"Then don’t come." She said at last, and with blinding speed, slipped off his lap and ran toward the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and turning the lock.

"Heh. As if a locked door would have stopped me if I actually wanted to watch." He snickered softly, then looked down at himself, seeing his loyal little soldier still standing at attention, and the damp patch on his trousers just above.

His lips twitched. He was still very much wound up, he had to admit.

But there was nothing to be done about it. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

’Well, might as well ingest the Salt and close the Snake Loop while Isolde is in the bath.’ He decided. ’After all, what is better than pain to kill excitement?’

He smiled crookedly and summoned the Salt of Crimson Starlight from his space ring, listening to the sound of water rushing on the other side of the bathroom door.

He ignored the noise, looked at the Salt in front of him, and sighed faintly.

’You can look again, Queen.’ He said. ’I hope you didn’t look though.’

[As if I would have wanted to witness any of that.] She scoffed.

Cassius only chuckled, then suddenly gritted his teeth.

"Well, here we go."

In one gulp, Cassius swallowed all the Salt.

—End of Chapter 124—