Warrior Training System - Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Left Bare to Be Feasted Upon
Cassian had been training for a few hours inside the field, but outside, barely an hour had passed. When he finally stepped out of the system’s Training Field, he was relieved to find the room empty.

That relief didn’t last long.

He froze when he heard Brigid’s voice behind him. “When did you come in?”

She walked out of the washroom, towel in hand, drying her wet hair — and completely naked. Cassian, already on edge from earlier frustration, felt himself stiffen the moment he saw her. Her skin still glistened with droplets that he couldn’t help but want to trace with his tongue.

The water made the lines of her toned stomach stand out even more, and her modest breasts looked almost too inviting to resist.

When she noticed his eyes fixed on her, a shiver ran down her spine. She quickly crossed her arms over her chest, though she didn’t bother hiding the rest — the patch of purple hair below already doing that much. She glared at him.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned, voice sharp. “I just washed up.”

That still wasn’t enough to make Cassian stop. He started walking toward her, unbuttoning his shirt with a faint grin. “You can always wash up again,” he said, voice low. “I’ll even help you this time…”

“I said no, you fucking pervert!” Brigid snapped, stepping back. This time, she meant it — a faint magic circle lit up on her hand, warning him off. “I’m tired, Cassian. I want to sleep clean, not spend half the night sore and half-dead coverd in filth.”

Cassian finally stopped, raising his hands in surrender, a flicker of regret on his face. “Fine, fine,” he said with a sigh. “But I did get you three slave warriors today…”

“That was for the favor I did you — holding my grandma back from fucking your brains out,” Brigid muttered as the magic circle faded from her hand. She went back to drying her hair, still naked and clearly done arguing.

“Well, it doesn’t have to go all the way,” Cassian said, settling down behind her with a smirk. “Like a blowjob would be nice… you know, help me relax a little.”

His hands settled on her shoulders a moment later, and she reflexively tried to push them away—but she already knew what would happen if he touched her. His fingers carried that impossible, magnetic pull. Sure enough, the tightness in her shoulders dissolved immediately, and a soft, involuntary sigh escaped her. As she thought about him—training all morning, still fighting through the noon heat, even collapsing after his battle with Ragna—another, deeper sigh followed.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But only a blowjob. Nothing else.”

She turned just enough to glare at his excited expression. “And after that, you’re giving me a massage.”

“Fine then, let’s start right away,” Cassian said.

Brigid barely had time to breathe before he grabbed her, moving her with sharp, efficient motions. In a blink, she found herself off balance, caught in a position that made it very clear who was in charge.

Cassian’s grin didn’t soften. “Go on,” he said, leaning back like he owned the moment. “I’ll just enjoy the view.”

“Leecher…” she spat, her glare sharp as she tried to assert control. “Try making me do anything more, and you’ll regret it.”

Cassian smirked, letting his presence press down on her. He moved with that same bold confidence, close enough to remind her who held the advantage. ‘Doesn’t mean I can’t do anything…’ he muttered under his breath, as he felt the warmth of her mouth around his penis’s head.

Brigid moved with such precision and force from her throat that Cassian couldn’t hide his reaction, every motion she made pushing him further, deeper into her throat. In mere seconds, she had him sucked fully deep down her throat.

The gulping sound and the shifting of her body filled the air. Cassian’s hands gripped firmly, adjusting to her form, taking in every curve and angle as she maintained her unyielding rhythm. The scent of her presence and the way she responded to his proximity struck him sharply, leaving no doubt of the effect she had, even as he held back, observing every detail with sharp attention.

As the wet, greedy gulping sounds echoed, his hands squeezed her ass harder, enjoying the roundness, watching every curve. Her entrance perched there, tempting him, and though he ached to push inside, for now he could only watch, smell, and savor the sweet, musky scent rising from her. To his surprise, she was getting wet too.

‘I shouldn’t have agreed to this…’ Brigid regretted it, not that she hated it—far from it. Her body betrayed her completely, liking it far too much. Her throat wrapped around his length like it had a mind of its own, nose pressed to his balls as her eyes watered, yet she didn’t feel suffocated at all. The pleasure was too sharp, too overwhelming, and knowing her ass aimed straight at Cassian’s face, she shivered, aware he’d know instantly just how turned on she already was.

From here, it would be far too easy for Cassian to persuade her into far more than just this. She wanted to get it over with, to survive the first taste of it, so she picked up the pace barely a minute in, eager to get through it before her body betrayed her further.

Brigid’s mind spun in a haze of shame, heat, and a creeping, desperate arousal she couldn’t stop. Every inch of Cassian’s length stuffed down her throat made her gag and swallow, her nose brushing his balls, mouth stretched impossibly wide, yet the sharp burn of her throat only made her pulse spike harder. Her hands pressed firmly against his thighs, pinning him down, gripping him like her life depended on it. She didn’t care about her dripping vagina at all—left bare, glistening, spreading herself open like an offering for his gaze.

Her eyes watered, chest heaving, every push of her head up and down sending sharp thrills straight to her spine. Heat pooled between her legs—not frustration, but a torturous, craving anticipation, desperate for a release she knew she shouldn’t hope for, as then this night also be spent half-awake, orgasming again and again from his hard, relentless pounding.

And yet, her folds was fully exposed, just within Cassian’s reach—hands, mouth, whatever he wanted could bring her off at any second. He hadn’t touched her yet, and already, in just a few minutes, she was deep into the blowjob, slurping and sucking him down with wet, obscene sounds every time her head bobbed. Lips stretched tight around his thick girth, even when her own wrist—fuller in places than him—threatened to resist, her throat took it in like nothing.

But trouble was coming. Cassian’s eyes had drifted lower, drawn to a far more tempting entrance—just above her already wet slit, nestled between her big, fat buttocks.