Warrior Training System

Cassian looked at her with a sympathetic expression, seeing the worry on her face. "It's not your fault, detective. I seduced you," he said, his voice reassuring as he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him.

But she still looked concerned. "But I shouldn't have been seduced, especially by my sister's boyfriend."

Cassian couldn't argue with that logic; she was right. However, he still wanted to keep things going. He gently lifted her legs, placing them over his lap before picking her up and guiding her to sit on his lap. "To tell you the truth," he said with a playful smile, "I really like older women like you."

Cassandra raised an eyebrow and asked, "Older women?" looking offended.

"Older than me by at least double digits," Cassian replied with a smile. "That doesn't mean I don't like Lumine—it's just that she's a bit younger and not really ready for this, so I'm taking my time with her. As for you, having done it before her, don't let it bother you too much. Like you're fine with me being with others, she'll be too..."

Cassandra shot him an amused smile, her eyebrow arching as she debated whether to be annoyed at how genuine he seemed. "Why? Because you're so manipulative?" she teased, her tone laced with sarcasm. "And just gonna manipulate her to accept it, the same way you're working your charm on me right now."

'Sort of...' Cassian gave her a sheepish smile, realizing she had caught on, but with her already naked and sitting in his lap, he replied, "You're sharp, detective. But I'm telling the truth. And if telling the truth is manipulative, then sure, I guess I'm guilty of that."

Cassandra chuckled at his response, grabbing his cheek and pulling it with a playful yet annoyed smile. "I didn't know you were such a clever brat," she said. Cassian grinned, his hand caressing her thigh as she continued, her tone suddenly firm. "Just don't hurt Lumine. If you do, I swear I'll kill you."

Her expression turned sharp and threatening as she added, "And as for her being fine with you being with other women? I don't care. Just make sure she never finds out about us."

"I won't..." Cassian nodded, his expression serious. Then, a sly smile spread across his face as he added, "Now that we're done with the serious talk, how about another round?" He gestured toward his member, standing tall between her thick thighs, clearly ready for action.

Cassandra's stern expression softened, her eyes glimmering with desire as a blush spread across her face. She glanced at him and murmured, "Just for tonight, okay?" Any trace of guilt or serious talk had vanished from her face, replaced by longing.

Cassian chuckled, nodding with a playful grin. "Wanna take the lead this time?" he asked, his tone teasing.

Her blush deepened at his question, and she blurted out, "I don't know, just start first, and I'll see..."

Cassian smirked, amused by her reaction. No matter how strong a woman was, he found, they always looked adorable when they blushed. Chuckling softly, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss. One hand slid up from her waist to squeeze her breast, while the other teased her inner thigh, his fingers brushing against her moist, his semen leaking folds, drawing a shiver from her.

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss. As the moments passed, their kisses grew hungrier and more breathless, her lips sucking on his and her tongue moving with hurried, eager motions.

She shifted, crossing her legs around his waist, now sitting face-to-face with him. Her movements became bolder as she began grinding her hips, her soft buttocks pressing against his lap and his hard length nestled between her folds, sending waves of heat through both of them.

The blush from earlier was nowhere to be seen as she rubbed her hardened nipples against his chest, her perfectly proportioned breasts pressing against him. Cassian relished the sensation, his hands eagerly squeezing them. Adjusting himself, he spread his legs and slid down slightly, his back now resting against the wall.

Cassandra caught the hint, raising her hips as her hands moved hurriedly. Her lips never left his, their kisses fueled by pure heat. Grabbing his rigid member, she guided it to her slick folds and slowly lowered herself onto him. A long, muffled moan escaped into his mouth as her eyes closed, her expression one of pure euphoria as she took him in completely.

She let the sensation of being completely filled wash over her, her body trembling slightly as she sat on him with his length buried fully inside. Cassian, too, wore a mixed expression of pleasure and strain, her tight folds squeezing him almost unbearably. His hands gripped her waist firmly, holding her in place as they both adjusted to the overwhelming intensity of their connection.

He opened his eyes, taking a moment to truly admire her. Her flawless face, framed by long, flowing blonde hair, seemed even more alluring. Her big silver eyes sparkled against her slightly sharp facial features, adding to her captivating beauty. His gaze drifted down to her chest, now fully in view, right before him. Her breasts were large, perfectly shaped, and enticingly natural with a slight, perfect sag. Her hardened nipples, surrounded by goosebumps, seemed to beg for his attention.

As she arched her back, her toned abdomen flexed, highlighting the subtle definition of her muscles against her small waist. Lower down, the sight of her damp curls and the way her folds spread open, completely enveloping his length, sent a wave of heat through him.

Everything about her was mesmerizing, and Cassian couldn't help but mutter, "Your body is a magnificent piece of art, detective..."
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With that, he leaned in and took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. Cassandra, still adjusting to the fullness of his length as her folds pulsed around him, let out a moan that echoed through the room. Her body jerked instinctively, but Cassian only pulled her closer, pressing her chest against his face as he sucked on her breast with fervor.

Her moans grew louder, her hands instinctively grabbing his head—not to pull him away, but to encourage him, pushing him deeper into her chest. The intensity of his actions sent shivers down her spine, and as the heat between them rose, she began to move her hips. Slowly at first, her soft, slick folds glided up and down his length in small, teasing motions.