Warrior Training System

"Why do you stop, my lady? Cum more... cum more for me," Cassian urged, pushing her over the edge again. In her mind, she snapped with exasperation, 'I haven't stopped cuming, you bastard...'

And she truly hadn't. From the moment she had drenched the sheets with her release, she had been trapped in an ongoing state of orgasm. It had been over half an hour now, each second spent clinging to the last remnants of her strength just to keep her mind from slipping entirely. Her body was consumed by waves of intense pleasure, heightened further by Cassian's repeated releases at intervals, contrasting with her continuous state.

But he continued with the same intensity as before, now positioning her in a way that left her feeling deeply embarrassed. She never imagined she'd actually be taken like this—positions she had only read about and fantasized over but never thought she would allow in reality.

Her face was buried in the pillow, her hips raised high as she knelt in a posture called the turtle, a variation of other primal positions she preferred not to dwell on. Cassian's movements were unrestrained, pressing his body fully against her back as his hands squeezed her breasts from beneath. His hips slammed against her with raw desire, filling the room with the rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting, while his length moved in and out of her still-spasming folds.

'How can he keep going so many times?' she wondered as more moans spilled from her lips. The answer to her question was clear : Cassian couldn't get enough of her body.

He explored every inch of her, squeezing her breasts, pressing his fingers into their softness, sucking and pressing them against his face. He kissed and sucked on her stomach, caressed and spread her hips, savoring every part of her.

But even that wasn't enough. He captured her lips, tasted her tongue, kissed her cheeks, and even trailed kisses to her shoulders and the curve of her back. His hands returned to her breasts, squeezing them with a fervor that made it seem like they were an addictive drug to him, something he couldn't resist.

Katherine was still in disbelief, her mind spinning as she struggled to comprehend how he could continue with such fervor. Every part of her body felt overstimulated, yet Cassian's relentless energy didn't waver. Each movement sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, and her own long, unyielding release showed no sign of waning. Her muscles trembled, caught in an unending state of tension as she gasped for breath, trying to match his intensity.

Her body was caught in a seemingly endless cycle of pleasure, each wave crashing over her with unrelenting force. Every time she thought she might be reaching her limit, Cassian's movements spurred another surge of intensity, making her cry out. The weight of him, the way he claimed her without pause—it was too much and yet exactly what she craved in that moment.

"You are so sexy, my lady..." Cassian muttered between kisses and touches. Katherine knew that every time he praised her like this, he was approaching another climax. This presented its own challenge; her womb was already filled to the brim with his essence, some of it beginning to leak out. That alone might have been manageable, but the more he released inside her, the more sensitive she became, as if his essence acted like an aphrodisiac to her body.

Her long red hair was disheveled from all the movement, some strands sticking to her curvy, sweat-slicked back and looking tantalizing against her rosy, milky skin. Cassian took every opportunity to kiss and lick her wherever he could, focusing on even the most embarrassing places—her armpits, behind her knees, her feet. He even nibbled on her ears, which nearly made her buck him off, but she held on, secretly enjoying it. Yet, she was only human, and her limits were being tested. Cassian, on the other hand, seemed boundless, his stamina far outpacing hers as he resumed his rapid thrusts.

'I'm coming, my lady...' he announced once more. Each time he said those words, Katherine braced herself, clenching her fists and teeth to handle the overwhelming sensations. She knew if she didn't steady herself, she'd end up making another mess like before when she had squirted uncontrollably. This time, though, she feared the result would be even more intense and undeniably more embarrassing.

"Haah... haah..." he panted heavily against her neck, releasing deep inside her as he held her breasts firmly. He pressed his hips tightly against her, pushing his crotch to her backside, making her buttocks squeeze out to the sides as he finished.

'Ahhhh... please, let this be the last,' Katherine silently pleaded, feeling as though she couldn't take any more of his release. Her prayers seemed answered when Cassian's grip on her breasts softened, though he continued to hold them gently. His movements slowed, and for once, his length began to lose its firmness, unlike before when it would regain its strength almost instantly. Relief washed over her as she realized it was finally ending. Cassian collapsed onto her, pressing his full weight down and causing her to slide into a fully prone position beneath him as they both caught their breath.

His softened length slipped out of her, causing the built-up warmth to trickle out, making Katherine moan softly from the sensation. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as the heat and tension in her body began to subside. 'Finally, he's done...' she thought, feeling his warm breath on her neck. It seemed he had drifted off to sleep. Carefully, she shifted to look at him, noting his closed eyes, and sighed with a tired smile. 'How could he put me through this? I gonna punish him hard in the morning... when he wakes up.' Gently pushing him to the side, she collapsed, too drained to move further. His arm rested over her as his essence continued to seep from her sensitive, swollen folds, pooling on the damp sheets beneath them. With that, her eyes fluttered shut, joining him in exhausted slumber.