Warrior Training System

Cassian gripped Lumine's hips, lifting her slightly as he kept driving into her from below. Her face had changed — the pain now melting into pleasure, moans replacing strained breaths.

For him, though, the pleasure was almost unbearable. His pace stuttered as the pressure built, and he managed to choke out, "I'm… cumming—"

His thrusts picked up, harder and faster without him meaning to hold back anymore. Lumine gasped, a loud, broken moan escaping her lips as his sudden speed and strength drove him deeper inside her than before.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, right in her line of sight, and her fingers twisted in the pillow beneath her head, knuckles white. The mix of sharp pain and overwhelming sensation dragged her to the edge, her body tightening as she held on, bracing herself against Cassian's relentless thrusts.

Cassian's eyes locked on her slim waist, the way her muscles tensed and stretched around him — utterly erotic. With one final, sharp thrust, his body jerked, and the long, torturous orgasm ripped through him as he released deep inside her.

Lumine gasped, hips instinctively pushing up to meet him as the sudden heat flooded her deepest spot. The warm rush inside her dulled the last of the pain, and when her climax hit, her walls clamped down hard, milking him, squeezing his shaft so tightly it almost hurt.

The suction made him groan, his body curling slightly as his release kept coming in thick, forceful waves, like it was being pulled straight from him. Lumine's back arched, eyes rolling up, teeth gritted as her own orgasm tore through her. Their voices overlapped, moans mixing together as they both reached their peaks, bodies locked in place.

Cassian's orgasm finally tapered off, his hips slowing, but he didn't pull out. Her folds still clung to him like a vice, milking every drop as Lumine's own climax kept crashing through her in waves. Her head was thrown back, neck taut, body arched so beautifully that for a moment all he could do was watch — soaking in the sight of her trembling around him.

He could still feel her walls fluttering, squeezing him, and despite just finishing, a shiver ran up his spine. His cock twitched, and to his own surprise, he felt himself hardening again while still buried deep inside her.

Cassian leaned forward, hands sliding around her back as he lifted her up slightly, keeping their bodies locked together. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard, messy, and full of lingering heat.

Lumine, still dazed from her orgasm, responded almost instinctively, kissing him back hungrily, her trembling arms wrapping around his shoulders as if she couldn't get enough.

Lumine finally opened her eyes, her face flushed, still breathing hard as she sat there on his lap. Cassian brushed his thumb along her back again, tilting his head slightly to meet her gaze.

"How was it?" he asked softly, voice half-curious, half-worried.

She let out a shaky little laugh, cheeks warming even more. "Full of pain… at the start, I honestly wanted to kill you with how bad it hurt."

Cassian chuckled under his breath, though his hands didn't stop their slow, gentle strokes along her spine. "Yeah… I could tell."

Her lips curved into a small, tired smile as she added, "But… it got better at the end. Actually… it was kind of soothing, too."

Cassian gave her a small smirk, his hands still rubbing lazy circles on her back. "So… you ready for another round, or you want a break?"

Lumine bit her lip, her face heating again. "I… I want to…" she admitted, then glanced away for a second before blurting, "But… first… could you… lick my breasts?"

Cassian blinked at her, genuinely confused. "You're blushing over that? After what we just did?"

Her arms tightened slightly around his neck. "Just… shut up and do it," she muttered, face crimson.

He huffed out a short laugh and shifted his hands down her sides, letting her lean back slightly. Her breasts pressed into view — a perfect handful for him, soft but with a spring to them. Her pink nipples stood out against her flushed skin, already pebbled from the cool air and everything they'd been doing.

Cassian cupped one, his thumb brushing over the stiff bud before lowering his mouth to it. His tongue flicked over the pink tip, and Lumine gasped, her back arching slightly. He sucked gently, then harder, his hand squeezing the weight of her other breast, feeling its perfect shape yield under his fingers. Her nipples were sensitive, soft but firm against his tongue, and every time he sucked, she let out a shaky breath that told him just how much she wanted it.

Even as Cassian's mouth worked over her breasts, Lumine's face stayed flushed, her fingers buried in his hair, holding him close. She hesitated for a moment, then finally muttered, voice low, "Now… my armpits…"

Before he could even process it, she guided his head up and to the side, exposing the smooth curve of her hairless underarm. Cassian didn't ask questions — he just leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly over her skin, tasting the faint salt of her sweat as she let out a shaky breath.

Lumine slowly lifted both arms above her head, exposing her smooth, pale underarms fully to him. Cassian shifted, mouth leaving her breast to latch onto the soft skin, sucking firmly. Her body jolted, thighs trembling as they clamped together on instinct — and he felt her folds squeeze his cock hard inside her, a wet, tight pulse that made his breath hitch.

The sudden rush of arousal hit him harder than expected. Without thinking, Cassian grabbed her waist and rolled her onto her back in one quick motion. Lumine yelped, her arms still above her head as he pinned her there, but the sound melted into a moan when his mouth switched from one armpit to the other, sucking deep and slow while his tongue dragged over her sensitive skin.

Her legs instinctively spread as he adjusted, hooking his hands behind her knees and pushing them back to open her up completely. He stayed buried inside her, feeling her walls clutch at him as he started moving again — slow at first, but each thrust was deep, strong, and deliberate.

The vaginal folds squeezing him with every stroke and the taste of her skin under his tongue drove him into a haze, his hips grinding down harder, building a rhythm that made her moans spill freely into the air.