CHAPTER 321: YOU’RE STABBING MY BELLY, MASTER!

Their mouths met again in a crash of heat and need, lips sealed, tongues instantly colliding with an urgency that left no space for breath.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Skadi moaned into him as his hand tangled into her hair, drawing her deeper, hungrier, until her chest was pressed so tightly against his that she could feel the outline of his heartbeat beneath his clothes.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

Their tongues weren’t just kissing, they were wrestling, slick and insistent, tasting, pressing, twining like lovers desperate to devour one another.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Each wet stroke sent little shocks of heat straight to her chest and lower, where her legs trembled around the saddle and her body pulsed with desperate, needy tension.

’So naughty.’ She thought, breathless. ’This kiss...this isn’t anything like the kisses Skadi has gotten before.’

Her memories flared, soft, innocent kisses from long ago from her mother. Light pecks on the cheek, forehead, nose. Comforting, maternal. A warmth that lived in her chest.

...But this?

This was filthy. It made her drip. Their mouths were messy, her lips slick with spit as drool slid from the corner of her mouth and dripped down onto the saddle beneath them in thin, hot trails.

Her face was burning. Her ears flicked, her tail twitching wildly. And still, she wanted more.

Because this kiss didn’t just warm her heart.

It set her entire body on fire.

Her breasts were crushed against his chest, nipples stiff and painfully sensitive, dragging across his shirt with every breath. Her cunt throbbed between her thighs, soaked and clenched so tight she thought it might snap.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Sip!♡~"

It wasn’t just kissing, it was grinding, claiming, tasting, like they were animals drawn to each other by scent and instinct.

When Cassius finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva still clung between their parted lips.

"I can’t hold back much longer." He growled, already reaching down.

His fingers made quick work of the fastenings at his waist.

Skadi blinked, dazed, breathless. "W-Wait, what...?"

Then she felt it. Something thick, hot, alive, pressing between them.

She looked down,

And her breath stopped in her throat.

A thick, pulsing shaft had risen up from the open fold of his trousers, long, veiny, flushed deep red and twitching with every beat of his heart.

The head alone was nearly the size of a big tulip, broad and flared and beading with heat. It stood proud, heavy, the thick shaft curving slightly up as it throbbed against her bare belly.

Her face went completely red.

’That’s...that’s not a weapon...right?’

For a split second, she thought it was something else entirely. A serpent. A creature. A monster.

But then the realization struck her full in the chest. The shape, the weight, the sheer presence, there was no mistaking it.

’That’s...Master’s penis.’

Her heart pounded loud in her ears.

She stared. Helpless.

It was huge. Thicker than her wrist. Reaching past her bellybutton. She’d never seen anything like it. Never imagined it could look like this.

Her mind raced, trying to reconcile everything she’d once heard in vague talks about boys and girls being different with the massive, throbbing reality standing tall between them.

And she...couldn’t look away.

Her hands moved before her mind caught up.

Trembling, slow, she reached forward, and wrapped both of them around it and in response Cassius let out a harsh grunt, his hips twitching forward instinctively.

Her eyes widened. "Master?! D-Did Skadi hurt you?"

He let out a low, strained laugh, shaking his head.

"No. Your hands just feel...too good, puppy. Their coolness caught me off gaurd."

She swallowed, biting her lip as she looked back down, hands barely able to cover its girth.

"It’s so hot, Master..." She murmured, rubbing her palms lightly up the thick length, watching it twitch with every stroke. "And it’s so...big. I didn’t think it’d be this...big..."

Cassius groaned, voice tight with restraint. "You surprised, Skadi?"

She nodded slowly, fingers still curled softly around the thick base of his cock, her lips parted in wonder. "It’s like a sword...long, thick...kind of scary..."

Then she giggled, a soft, breathy, innocent sound that didn’t match the size of the thing pulsing in her hands.

"If this is the sword." She said playfully, her voice dipping into something sly. "then these two..."

Her eyes drifted downward.

"...must be the grip."

With a curious tilt of her head, she reached lower, her hands slipping beneath the heavy shaft, until her fingertips brushed the smooth skin of his balls.

Cassius let out a sharp breath through his teeth the moment she touched them. Her hands moved gently at first, exploring the full weight of them.

They were warm. Heavier than she expected. She cupped them both in her palms, tilting them gently from side to side with fascination.

"They’re...really there..." She murmured, more to herself than to him. "Just...hanging off you like fruits on a tree and are just as swollen..."

Cassius swallowed tightly.

"Be careful, Skadi." He muttered, his voice tight, one hand moving quickly to grip her wrist. His expression shifted, not angry, but tense. "Gently. They’re...sensitive."

Her eyes widened as she glanced up at him. "Sensitive?"

"Very." He said, exhaling again as her fingers curled more delicately around him. "The rest of me can take a sword to the chest and walk away. But those...squeeze too hard, and I’ll drop like a stone."

Her mouth dropped slightly open. "They’ll break...?"

"If you’re not careful." He said with a strained smile.

Hearing this, she immediately loosened her hold, alarmed, cradling them now like fragile fruit. "Oh no...! I-I didn’t mean to...I wasn’t trying to hurt you!"

"You didn’t." He said quickly. "Just startled me. You’re doing fine, just slow, soft...think of them like...the jewels on your own body. Precious. Delicate."

Skadi blinked again, biting her lip. Then, slowly, she nodded.

"I’ll be gentle..." She whispered. "Like the way you were...that time you licked me..."

Cassius’s gaze sharpened.

"Oh? You remember that?"

She nodded, blushing. Her hands stilled against him, her thumbs now tracing circles.

"I think about it sometimes..." She admitted shyly. "The way your tongue felt down there...soft and warm. And...your fingers, too...moving so carefully, like I’d break if you touched me wrong."

Her cheeks darkened. "It felt so good, Master...and there was...there was so much water...I didn’t know my body could do that. I still don’t know why it happened."

Cassius smiled at her gently now, brushing a knuckle across her cheek.

"Because I was doing it right." He said softly. "Touch a woman with care and heat...and she gives you everything. Same goes for this."

She looked down again, lips pressed together in concentration as she resumed her exploration, slowly rolling his balls in her palms, testing their weight, noting the difference in texture. Her fingers moved with delicate intent, careful not to squeeze too hard.

"They feel...weird." She murmured, eyebrows scrunching cutely. "Like little sacks...like the balls I play with sometimes with the others in the Holy Guard. They’d throw them and I’d catch them in my mouth before they fell with my mouth and bring them back."

"Tennis balls?" Cassius choked on a laugh, thinking that she really was a dog sometimes.

"I actually kind of want to bite them." She said absentmindedly, eyes narrowing in curious temptation. "Like...bring them back to you like a good puppy bringing back her prize."

Hearing this, his breath caught as his face paled at the thought of his balls being bitten by her sharp canines.

"But I won’t!" She added quickly, biting her lip. "Because...I think Master would be really be in pain if I did that..."

Cassius gave her a long look.

"You’re not wrong." He said dryly.

She smiled sheepishly and shifted her attention back up. Her fingers curled again around the base of his shaft, slowly stroking upward now. She let her palms glide up the thick, veiny length, feeling each throb, each twitch, each heat-rippled line of muscle.

"This is definitely the blade..." She whispered. "Thick, hard...heavy. Like the body of a sword. The kind that slashes through everything in one swing."

Her strokes slowed, more sensual now, and the base of her palm pressed close to the root as she tested how much of it she could fit between her hands.

"And it’s so hard..." She added. "I think it might be even harder than steel."

Cassius let out a long breath, eyes half-lidded as he watched her hands move. "You keep touching it like that...and I’ll be spilling blood in a few seconds."

Her breath caught.

"Whose?"

"Yours..." He said without missing a beat, his grin wicked. "When I finally sheathe this blade inside my puppy’s tight little sheath."

Skadi’s whole body trembled.

Her hands tightened slightly.

And her thighs slid closer together, her pussy pulsing in response to the words.

She was his sheath.

And his sword...was ready.

Skadi’s hands then moved up slowly, now, her fingers trailing along the shaft until she reached the tip.

It was...big.

Bulbous. Smooth. Taut with heat and need. Her thumb brushed over the glistening ridge of it, and her eyes widened as if she were seeing treasure.

"So this would be the...tip of the sword." She murmured softly, voice dipping with something like reverence.

She rubbed gently across the swollen crown with her thumb, tracing a line over the sensitive skin.

The way Cassius exhaled, shaky and sharp, only made her more curious. His breath ghosted over her ear, but he didn’t stop her. His hands rested on her hips, squeezing in time with her strokes.

"It’s so round..." She whispered. "Like the sharp edge. This is what would pierce an enemy...slip right through them. Make them bleed..."

Her cheeks flushed as she realized what she was saying, but her hand didn’t stop.

Her other hand slid instinctively between her thighs, cupping herself. Her fingers found her slick lips, warm and trembling beneath them.

"But it’s not for enemies." She said softly, her voice lower now, almost shy. "This sword...one day it’s going to pierce me. Your puppy. In the most sensitive place..."

Cassius let out a breathless groan, his hands flexing against her waist.

"You’re not wrong." He murmured. "That’s exactly what it’s for."

Her tail twitched behind her, and she giggled suddenly, her mood brightening with innocent mischief. She reached back up and took his shaft in both hands again.

"Look, Master." She said, raising it playfully, then lowering it so the swollen tip pressed against her lower belly. "It’s your sword! You’re poking me right now!"

Cassius gave a short laugh, eyes flashing with pleasure. "It really is."

He leaned closer, resting his forehead briefly against hers.

"And my little puppy’s belly is so soft." He teased. "One poke and I might go straight through you. Better be careful..."

She giggled again, flushed and breathy, then adjusted the angle, still holding him, and gently pressed the head of his cock against her navel, nudging into the little hollow.

"Ah, look! Master!" She gasped, eyes sparkling. "Your sword, it’s going in! You’re going through my belly!"

She pressed her hips forward, letting the smooth, hot crown settle right in the curve of her navel. It nestled there surprisingly well, the tip fitting snugly, the moist head squishing just slightly against the skin.

Cassius’s breath shuddered as he looked down.

He could feel it, her soft, warm belly button hugging the very tip of his cock, the sensation foreign and strangely delicate.

His whole body stiffened, and he grunted low in his throat as she began to wiggle it side to side, making a soft squelch-squelch as his precum smeared around her navel walls.

Skadi’s giggle was half-delirious.

"I’m being stabbed, Master!" She said with mock-dramatic flair, her voice shaking as she wiggled against him. "Right in my belly...right in the center...!"

He groaned, gripping her waist, watching her every motion. Her belly was so soft, pliant beneath the pressure of his cockhead.

And her navel? That tiny divot was like a silken trap, hugging the head of his cock with gentle suction, making every nudge feel indecently good.

"Careful, puppy..." He rasped, his voice thick with arousal. "Too much wiggling...I might actually come just from this..."

She gasped, eyes wide with delight. "Really?! Just from my belly button?!"

"It’s...soft." He muttered. "It’s tight. And it’s you."

That last part made her beam.

She pressed again, deeper this time, his cockhead sinking just a fraction more into her navel. The sensation made his hips jerk reflexively, and he bit back a moan.

But then, Skadi paused.

Her expression changed.

She blinked down at her belly, then reached a hand to her navel, fingers dipping lightly inside. Her brow furrowed.

"There’s...something in there." She murmured. Her fingertips came back glistening. A thin trail of fluid clung between her navel and her hand.

She stared at it in confusion. "Is that...blood?"

Cassius looked down. Then he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"No, puppy." He said, brushing her hair from her face. "That’s not your blood."

She blinked at him.

"That’s mine." He said with a wicked smile. "My cock’s blood. Pre-cum, puppy. That’s what happens when you play too long with a sword that’s ready to stab."

Her cheeks turned bright red. She looked at her hand again, sniffed it, then, eyes wide, brought it to her mouth and tasted the slickness experimentally.

Her pupils dilated at the salt, the musk, the heat, while Cassius growled softly in satisfaction at the sight of her so innocently tasting his fluids and he was unable to hold back any longer.

"As much as I love stabbing that cute little belly, Skadi..." He said, cupping her cheek and stroking her lower lip with his thumb. "...there’s a better hole for this blade."

Her breath hitched. "W-What hole, Master...?"

His eyes gleamed.

"Your mouth."

And she trembled at the thought of something so big going inside of her mouth and streching her jaw out...