Warrior Training System-Chapter 323: Katherine’s Throne, Cassian’s Happy Zone (R-18)

Cassian paused, racking his brain, but couldn't think of anything big he hadn't told Katherine—nothing as major as the war armor, anyway. He could tell from Ravees' still-shocked expression that she was itching to ask more about it.

For now, he just shared some regular stuff with Katherine: how three cultists had come after him, how he'd taken them out, nothing too special. Of course, he kept quiet about the details of his other lady friends.

While Cassian droned on about other stuff, clearly bored himself—which was his plan—Ravees got fed up and headed to bed. Meanwhile, Katherine started rubbing her legs against his, making it obvious what she was after.

"So, at the camp, me and my team mates usually ate together, and some jerk cussed us out one day, totally random…" Cassian trailed off, noticing Katherine's bright yellow eyes locked on his crotch. He stopped and said, "Enough about me. Tell me about you, my lady. How's your research going? Last I checked, you were working on containing nash particles, right?"

Her eyes lit up as she finally looked away from his crotch, flashing a bright smile. "Yeah, I was. Thanks to you, we managed to contain some for almost three seconds—long enough for a small spell."

"Does that mean you'll be advancing soon?" Cassian asked, slipping his fingers into her hair, brushing it aside from her face while his thumb grazed her smooth, white rosy cheek.

She shook her head slightly. "Nah, that's still a ways off. I've gotta completely rework my magical spell structures, weave in the real destruction, and then I'll be close to advancing to the next rank." Her voice picked up, excitement creeping in. "Developing my arcane realm!"

"Things have been going pretty well lately, huh? That's good for us," Cassian said, peeking under the sheets that covered them both. He was still dressed, while Katherine lay bare, same as before.

Part of him wanted to dive in and just started pounding her right now, but chatting like this was nice too—just cuddling, their bodies close, a mix of sexual and emotional warmth that felt cozy.

Ravees, the only other person in the room, was getting a bit annoyed. It wasn't that they were talking while she lay there, eyes closed, trying to sleep. It was that they were just chatting instead of getting to what they were supposed to do. 'Why aren't they doing it?' she wondered, frustrated.

Not that she wanted to watch them, but she just wanted them to get it over with so she could sleep without interruptions. At least, that's what she told herself. Every time their breathing got louder or Katherine's voice rose slightly, Ravees' heartbeat picked up a bit.

Ravees thought things were finally kicking off, but nothing happened for another half hour. Then she caught wet sounds mixed with heavy breaths. She slowly turned over to see what was going on, moving carefully so they wouldn't know she was awake. Shifting to her other side took time, and by the time she'd turned and cracked her eyes open without getting noticed, the breathing had turned to moans. Katherine was on top of Cassian, sitting and kissing him eagerly, her hands unbuttoning his shirt while she ground her hips against the bulge in his pants.

"I've got an early morning tomorrow, and knowing you, once won't be enough, so I'm gonna use my mouth…" Katherine said, finished with his shirt. She kissed his chest, trailing kisses down to his pants, her hands rubbing the bulge there while Cassian met her mischievous gaze.

"That won't do, my lady," he said, catching her off guard. She paused and asked, "What, you don't want me to use my mouth?" Her face hovered above his bulge, her hands already unbuttoning his pants. Cassian shook his head. "No, I can't be the only one getting satisfied. Bring your butt over my face so I can return the favor."

Cassian chuckled as Katherine, without hesitation, positioned her butt over his face. "No need for that 'repay my kindness' stuff—just admit you're a pervert who loves a butt pressed on your face," she teased.

Cassian grinned wide, squeezing her butt and supporting her weight in his hands. The view was enticing, wet and perfectly spread, her folds and the tucked spot between her buttocks visible. He squeezed and parted them, saying, "If my lady puts it like that, I can't say it's untrue." He gave her wet folds a long lick, tasting her, while she pulled out his length, stroking it and letting out a moan against its skin.

In response to his lick, Katherine swirled her tongue around the head of his hard length, then gave it a long, sucking kiss. While Her moans quieting down as she leaned forward, her lips grazing Cassian's length with slow, teasing kisses. Her hips shifted, pressing her weight more firmly against his face as he kept licking her folds steadily, his hands gripping her buttocks to hold her steady.

'Why are they licking each other's private parts? That's just gross…' Ravees thought, her face scrunching in disgust and shock as she watched the scene unfold. She couldn't fathom why anyone would put their mouth on parts used for peeing. How could that possibly feel good for either of them? The whole idea seemed bizarre and repulsive to her.

She didn't care much about Cassian—he could do whatever weird stuff he wanted. But her lady, Katherine? How could she do this? Taking that gross-looking thing in her mouth, kissing and licking it like it was some kind of delicacy. Ravees could see the spark in Katherine's eyes, the excited smile that spread across her face every time she pulled back to catch her breath, staring at the saliva-slick length as if it was the most fascinating thing. It was clear she was into it, relishing every moment, which only made Ravees more baffled and uneasy.

Cassian, too, was caught up in it, occasionally lifting Katherine's butt off his face to check his work on her. When he let it settle back, his face nearly vanished between her buttocks as she sat firmly on him.

'Why?' The question swirled in Ravees' mind again. How could anyone enjoy having someone sit on their face? And with that thought, another one hit her hard: 'Would he feel the same if I sat on his face?'