Warrior Training System

"Mmm…" Cassian tried to stifle his moans, but it was a losing battle. Lumine didn't let up — her assault was relentless, coming at him from two fronts. Now fully naked, she straddled him with ease, perched above like a temptress in full command.

Her folds spread apart as she slid her slick, dripping folds along his length, grinding back and forth in slow, deliberate motions that made his restraint tremble.

Meanwhile, her lips had found his neck, latching on with hungry precision. She sucked hard, teasing the sensitive skin just below his ear — and damn, she was good at it. Maybe too good. He jerked his hips in response, a small, helpless reaction that betrayed how much she'd learned from him… and just how skilled she'd become at using his own lessons against him.

She was clearly getting worked up herself, breathing heavier, her folds grinding along his hard length with more pressure than before. Then she paused, hips stilling.

"I'm ready…" she said, breath catching a little, looking down at him with a wide grin.

Cassian blinked, slightly thrown off. "You sure? I can wait, you know?"

Lumine shook her head and raised her hips slightly. Reaching down, she grabbed Cassian's now slick shaft, coated in her own arousal, and rubbed the thick head along her folds again.

"Nah, enough waiting," she muttered, voice a little shaky. "I like you, you like me — nothing to wait for..."

Her eyes flicked down, clearly nervous about the size, but she still gave him a small, determined smile.

"And I want you to be my first."

With that, she guided him to her entrance and began lowering her hips. His penis spread her slowly, the tight fit making her gasp — a low, pained moan slipping out — but she didn't stop. She kept going, bit by bit, her body trembling as she forced herself to take him.

Cassian looked up, clearly worried. If it were anyone else, he probably would've been hurting too — she was that tight — but his ability dulled pain. Still, her insides gripped him hard, too sensitive, too hot. It wasn't pain for him… but it felt close. Pleasure so sharp it almost burned — confusing, overwhelming, and not something he knew how to explain.

He wasn't a mage. He didn't need to understand it.

Lumine kept pushing down, refusing to stop, until her hips finally slammed all the way down and he was buried fully inside her.

Her breath hitched. She looked dazed, almost out of it — teary-eyed, her mouth slightly open. She could feel him deep, like her stomach was stuffed full, and her mind couldn't catch up.

Her legs gave out, body slumping slightly against him, too overwhelmed to move anymore.

She felt her core burning — the pain sharp at first, but slowly easing as her walls pulsed tightly around Cassian's hard length. Her thighs trembled, convulsing slightly, and her hands pressed firmly against his stomach, trying to ground herself.

Cassian stayed still, worry clear on his face. He gently rubbed her hands, not pushing her to move, not thrusting — just letting her adjust. Her breathing was loud, uneven, like she'd just sprinted for miles.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, shifting up a bit to check on her.

But as he moved, she suddenly gasped, voice strained. "Don't move... it hurts…"

Cassian finally saw her face clearly — tear-streaked, twisted in pain, eyes squeezed shut. He wiped the tears away gently, guilt sinking in hard.

"Then let me make it feel good…" he said softly.

Luckily, he knew a way. Without pulling out, he helped ease her down onto her back, keeping himself fully inside her. His hands slid to her waist, steady and firm, thumbs moving down along her lower belly in slow, calming strokes. She was still hurting, but the burn was starting to fade under his touch.

"I'm gonna start moving... slow," he murmured.

He drew his hips back — just a bit — and instantly felt how tightly her body held onto him, like she didn't want to let him go. Every inch was a fight, every movement a test of control.

He could've lost it right there, slammed into her without holding back... but he didn't. He moved carefully, steadily, like walking a wire with no room for mistakes.

His body screamed to go faster. But he wouldn't — not yet.

Thanks to how worked up she'd been earlier, her insides — though tight — were slick enough to dull the worst of the pain. Still, the sting was there, and blood stained the smooth, pale sheets beneath them.

Cassian pulled back just a little, slow and careful, then eased himself back in, watching her face closely. Lumine gripped his arms hard, her body clenching from the pain, breathing uneven.

"Should I slow down more?" he asked, still unsure.

Lumine shook her head quickly. "Keep going… same pace."

Cassian gave a small smile, leaning over her as he started to move again.

It was hell on his self-control. She was unbelievably tight — tighter than anything he'd ever felt. Even at this slow rhythm, it was hard not to just let go and finish right then and there. Every thrust was a test of willpower, like edging himself on purpose. And somehow, the slow pace made it worse… he was always one breath away from losing it.

But now, Lumine's face wasn't twisted in pain anymore. Her grip on his arms had loosened, her body starting to relax.

Cassian leaned down and kissed her neck — and just like before, her walls pulsed around him, clenching tighter for a second. But she didn't push him away. This time, her body wasn't wringing him out like before; the grip had turned into a steady pulse, not a painful squeeze.

She was finally loosening up — enough for him to pick up the pace.

The moans she let out now had a different tone — still a little strained, but sweeter, less painful. Cassian started to pull out more, giving her a fuller stretch with each slow, deep thrust.

He didn't go wild — not yet. No hard pounding, just deeper strokes with soft, wet smacks where their bodies met. It was enough to make her gasp, enough to start filling the room with quiet moans and the rhythmic sound of skin meeting soaked skin.