NOVPUB"Give me your hands," Cassian said calmly, because really, the only way to answer that question was through demonstration.
But Ravess didn't budge. She narrowed her eyes, clearly suspicious. "Why? So you can pull something perverted? No thanks." She crossed her arms and tucked her hands into her armpits like a stubborn child—which, Cassian thought, was kind of amusing.
He sighed. "I'm not going to do anything weird, I promise. I just want to squeeze a few pressure points here and there so you understand why our lady's always so eager to have sex with me."
Ravess still looked troubled, uncertain, but Cassian stepped closer and gently reached for her hand. She resisted at first—instinctively—but curiosity got the better of her. The question still lingered: why would a woman like Lady Katherine, with all her pride and stature, willingly seek out intimacy with this man? So, grudgingly, she let him take her hand.
Cassian took a moment to study it properly. He was surprised. Despite Ravess's muscular frame, her hands weren't calloused or rough like he'd expected. In fact, they were surprisingly well-kept—strong, yes, but not hardened or clawed like many male Circle warriors'. Then again, most elite female warriors were the same. As for Cassian himself, his hands remained smooth thanks to his passive healing ability.
Her hand was a little longer and slightly larger than his, but it suited her tall, powerful build. Holding her palms up in his own, Cassian slowly ran his fingers along hers, brushing the sides with soft, deliberate strokes. His thumbs moved with practiced ease, kneading gently, warming her skin.
Ravess felt it immediately—heat blooming in her hands, her fingers loosening under his touch before she even realized it. Then, as he moved toward the center of her palms, something slipped out of her lips without her consent.
"Nngh…"
It was low and surprised, and she instantly tensed, as if trying to reel the sound back into her throat.
"Feel that tension building up?" Cassian asked, his voice playful as he cranked up the heat in his hands, warming them up until Ravess could practically feel the pressure radiating. She nodded, clearly intrigued. "Now, let it seep out..." he instructed, slowly moving his thumbs from the center of her palms to her wrists, the heat melting the tension away.
Suddenly, a loud moan escaped Ravess, much louder than she'd intended. Her eyes widened as she felt her hands loosen up, the heat doing its magic. "What you just felt," Cassian said, his grin widening mischievously, "is like, I don't know, a hundred times less than what Lady Katherine feels when she's, you know, having sex with me."
Ravess's face went beet-red as she pulled her hands back from his. "How—? That was just because of the massage techniques you've learned. How does that have anything to do with... sex?"
Cassian gave a small laugh. "I didn't mean it like that. It's not about relaxation, like a massage. What I was showing you was that she feels something similar, just way more intense, overwhelming, and addictive. It's like the sensation you just experienced, but magnified a hundred times. Now, don't you want me to give you a full-body massage, to feel what these hands can really do?" He flashed her a proud smile.
Ravess still looked skeptical, her eyebrow raised as she scoffed with an amused smile. "Really? What's that sensation, then?"
"Orgasm, pleasure, happy ending..." Cassian answered nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. "Call it whatever you like..."
She scoffed again, rolling her eyes. "Pff, that's just a myth. Only men do that, sometimes for women. There's no such thing as orgasm..." she said, chuckling to herself as she settled into bed. "I thought you were a spy or something... didn't realize you lived in a fantasy world."
Cassian just smiled and shook his head, getting up to walk over to Katherine's bed. "You'll see," he said with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah..." she replied sarcastically, closing her eyes and muttering under her breath, "Like hell he can make her orgasm. My husband couldn't make any woman... and he's way better-looking and smarter than him..." With that, she drifted off to sleep.
Well, who knows how long after, her sleep was interrupted by strange sounds seeping into her dreams—clapping, loud voices, and something like women crying out in pain. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open as she lay facing Katherine's bed. What she saw next snapped her wide awake, but she didn't move.
The sounds of clapping, she thought, were from Lady Katherine's butt being smacked by Cassian's hips. The cries of hurt women she heard were her moans, and the reason was Cassian's hips thrusting, his large, disgusting length going in and out of Katherine, glistening with fluids as both their bare bodies moved together.
'They really do it...' Ravess thought, her voice filled with shock, as she watched Cassian holding Katherine by the arms, her back arched as he thrust his hips into her. Katherine responded by sticking her butt out, accepting each thrust, her full chest swaying up and down, glistening with sweat. Her hair was a messy tangle, sticking to her face, evidence that they had been at it for some time to be this sweaty.
'How long have they been doing this?' Ravess asked herself, not wanting to disturb them or let them know she was awake and watching. It would've been different if they had started while they knew she was awake, but now, if they caught her, she'd be labeled a pervert. So, she watched them silently, covering her face with her arms to keep her eyes hidden. Despite this, she couldn't help but notice Katherine's expression—frustration mixed with something else, a look Ravess had only seen when she was being massaged. It left her confused, wondering how both emotions could coexist at once. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓾𝒷.𝒸ℴ𝓂
But then, suddenly, Ravess saw frustration take over Katherine's expression. The reason became clear as Cassian pulled out of her, his member slipping from her folds. As he kissed her neck, Katherine, her voice almost breaking with frustration, asked, "Why are you doing this to me? Let me cum."
Ravess was left in shock, witnessing Katherine—Princess of the Ven Dyke Dukedome, a renowned mage, and a grand mage candidate—begging Cassian, a servant, for something. She even rubbed her butt against him, desperate. Cassian's response was calm, almost casual. "It's a punishment," he said, "for falling asleep last night."
