Ragnora's voice came out trembling as she finally found the breath to speak.
"Cassius, why...why are you licking there? I don't even have any scars on that part."
"Of course you do." Cassius didn't even look up. "Look here. And here."
"But those are on top of my breasts! And you're—you're licking my nipples right now!"
Which was exactly what he was doing.
The scene had changed sometime in the last few minutes.
Ragnora now found herself perched atop Cassius's lap, a position she had initially resisted with absolute terror as she was convinced that her massive frame would crush him like an eggshell.
But Cassius had been strangely confident that he could take her weight.
And shockingly, he had. She sat astride him now, her powerful thighs bracketing his hips, her body pressed against his in a way that felt almost too intimate to bear.
And the moment she'd settled into position, Cassius had latched onto her breasts like a man who had found water after days in the desert.
