CHAPTER 324: WIPE YOUR FACE!

Skadi really was an insatiable little wolf.

Cassius had long since lost track of how many times he’d come, and yet she just kept going.

If she’d been embarrassed at the start, shy about sucking his cock the first time, it had completely melted away, like snow on a sun-baked road. Somewhere between the taste, the smell, and the sheer act of taking her master’s cock into her mouth, she’d found something more than pleasure.

She’d found purpose.

"Mmmnnph...shhlrrp...ahhnnn...still dirty..."

She mumbled between slurps, not even lifting her head. Her ears twitched every time his breath caught. Her tongue curled greedily around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing again and again, and her tail was a constant blur.

Every time he came, every time, Cassius would groan, slump, and mutter. "Skadi...gods, we have to stop..." And every time, she’d just tilt her head, tongue still swirling, and mumble:

"But Master...your sword’s dirty again."

He’d tried arguing the logic. Once. He gave up when she’d immediately gone back to licking his shaft like it was some prized meat skewer she wasn’t done with.

She licked it clean. Every time. She insisted and if she missed a drop while she was busy tonguing his balls?

Well...that was just more reason to start from the top all the way to the bottom.

And she did. With the same unbothered, cheerful determination as if she were tidying up her favorite snack.

Her innocent face also had long since stopped being "clean" by any conventional standard, slick with streaks, stained at the edges of her lips, a glisten across her cheeks and nose.

And she didn’t care.

Cassius had tried to keep count. But somewhere around the sixth or seventh orgasm, he just leaned back and let her do whatever she wanted, too spent to resist. She sucked, slurped, and moaned like she was happy to be covered in it, to be his devoted little cleaner.

At some point, he stopped fighting it. Let her have it.

But then, just when he thought she was going to take him yet again down to the base while lovingly tongue-flicking his balls, Skadi froze.

Her ears twitched sharply.

She sat up straight on the saddle like a wolf catching a scent on the wind.

Cassius blinked, breath still ragged. "What is it...?"

Skadi’s ears pivoted again. She sniffed the air. Tilted her head slightly.

"Bandits!" She chirped suddenly, her voice filled with excitement. Way too much excitement.

"...What?"

Her eyes sparkled. "There are bandits nearby!"

Cassius sat up straighter, looking around quickly.

"Here? Now?...No way, I’ve been scanning the whole road this whole time, we haven’t passed anything suspicious—"

"Not here, Master." Skadi interrupted, hopping on the saddle and peering forward into the distance. "Ahead! Captain and Aisha, on the road in front of us. I can hear them. They’re talking about bandits. I think they just spotted them!"

Cassius narrowed his eyes. "You can hear them? They’re way ahead—"

"I can always hear them, since I was listening in on them to see how they were struggling." She said matter-of-factly, tail flicking. "And they’re about to fight."

"And why are you so excited about that?" He asked, blinking. "Bandits are a problem. This isn’t something to get all giddy over—"

But she was already shifting in the saddle, hopping off her seat and yanking her top back up into place in a frenzy of movement.

"I’m sorry, Master!" She said quickly, now half-clothed and bouncing in place. "I can’t explain right now! If I stay here too long, Aisha’s gonna steal my prey! I gotta go help, now!"

"Skadi, wait—!"

But she was already sprinting away.

"Please, Skadi! Just stop for a second before you embarrass both of us!!" Cassius blurted instinctively.

She froze mid-dash, twisting around to look at him, her long fluffy tail still wagging like she hadn’t just been sucking him dry for the last half hour.

"What is it, Master?! What’s wrong?! Is it something important?!"

"Yes godammit! Wipe your face!!"

She blinked. "Huh?"

"Your face, Skadi! It’s covered! If Julie or Aisha see you like that, they’ll...they’ll kill me!"

Skadi paused. Touched her cheek and looked at the slick white film on her fingers.

"Ohhhhhh...right."

She gave him that goofy smile, the one that made her ears twitch and her tongue peek out.

"Oopsie~"

Cassius sighed, bracing for her to pull out a rag or wipe...

But no.

She used her hands, smearing it off in lazy strokes, and then licked it up, slowly, like she was enjoying every second.

Licking her fingers, licking the tips, cleaning her cheeks with little flicks of her tongue as if the whole thing was just jam or cream she’d spilled on herself.

"Mmm~ it’d be a shame to waste it."

She said with a grin, while Cassius put a hand to his face.

"I’ll go help Julie and Aisha now!"

She beamed and without missing another beat, she turned and dashed off, bounding toward the road ahead like a pup chasing prey, laughing joyfully as she disappeared into the trees.

Cassius just sat there, cock half-hard again, mouth half-open, watching her sprint off at full speed, her hair bouncing, her voice fading into the distance,

"Come soon, Master! You don’t wanna miss the fun!"

He exhaled.

"...She really needs a leash."

But was Cassius wasn’t panicked now?

No...Not even a little.

Bandits? Please.

Julie was there. And Julie was...well, Julie. If anyone deserved the title of one of the strongest warriors on the continent, it was her.

Minor bandits were like bugs to her, irritating only in the sense that they existed at all. A few dirty swords and axes didn’t even make her blink. So no, he wasn’t worried. But he was curious.

Especially about Skadi.

Why the hell had Skadi lit up like someone just rang a dinner bell?

He shook his head, tugging his pants up with one hand, stuffing himself away now that the clean-up effort had, at least temporarily, ceased.

"Alright...let’s go see what all the fuss is about."

He raised the reins and gave the horse a solid whip.

"Hyah!"

"..."

But to his surprise...the horse didn’t move.

Cassius blinked.

"Hyah! Go, girl!"

"..."

Once again nothing. Not even a twitch.

Instead, the mare slowly turned her head back. Her large, black eyes locked with his in a slow turn of judgment....A long, slow stare.

A stare that said: Really?

The stare of a warhorse who’d carried knights through blizzards, fires, sieges, and now was reduced to being a sweaty fuck-mat for every girl in his life.

Yesterday it had been Aisha bent over her saddlebag.

Today it was Skadi slobbering all over him, tail wagging like a flag of sin.

And all of it? Right on her back.

Understanding the mare’s frustration, Cassius sighed, shoulders drooping.

"Okay, okay...You’re right."

He reached forward and gave the horse’s neck a few gentle pats.

"Sorry, girl. I won’t do that kind of stuff on your back anymore. Promise. You deserve better. You’re a proud steed. Not a brothel bench."

The mare huffed through her nose.

Then, her hooves suddenly dug into the earth and launched forward, galloping fast, tearing up the path toward the commotion ahead.

Branches whipped past. The wind roared in his ears. Trees blurred.

Moments later, the scene came into view.

A caravan stood surrounded, wooden carts hastily drawn into a loose circle, horses trembling with unease.

A handful of guards, four, perhaps five, held their ground at the perimeter, short spears braced and half-shields raised, faces tight with strain.

Opposing them were at least fifteen bandits, scattered across the road and brush in a loose semi-circle. Some barked threats, others silently brandished swords, crossbows, and axes.

The air was thick with tension, heavy as blood. A fragile standoff hung in the balance. A storm on the verge of breaking.

But the real standoff wasn’t between them.

It was a distance away from caravan and actually happening right in front of him.

Cassius slowed the horse and narrowed his eyes. On the rise overlooking the situation were his three companions.

Julie, stoic as ever, sat casually atop her horse, back straight, one hand resting on her sword. She wasn’t moving, wasn’t even reaching for her weapon.

Skadi and Aisha, on the other hand...

"I’ll do it!" Skadi barked, tail bristling behind her, foot stamping.

"No, you did it last time!" Aisha snapped, face red with frustration, hands on her hips. "You stole the kills near Rimefield! It’s my turn, Skadi!"

"They weren’t even real kills!" Skadi shot back, arms waving. "You just killed them with your explosion magic. That doesn’t count!"

"...You want to make a mess of limbs again?! That caravan’s going to be covered in blood and guts if you go!"

"Says the one who lit an entire bandit camp on fire and laughed while they screamed!" Aisha scoffed.

"But it was still less messier then what you did!" Skadi barked back.

Cassius winced as he pulled closer.

"Just what is happening here..." He muttered.

Julie glanced over at him, finally noticing his approach. She gave a calm nod.

"Cassius..." She said, voice as cool as ever.

"Julie..." He rode up beside her and gestured out toward the chaos. "Okay. I can see there are bandits. And the guards are struggling. And yes, there’s a clear threat to that caravan over there. But what I don’t understand..."

He gestured more dramatically toward the other two.

"...is why the hell they’re arguing like this instead of actually helping."

Julie gave a sigh. A small smile tugged at the edge of her mouth, amused but tired.

"This happens every time." She said simply.

Cassius blinked. "Every time?"

Julie nodded. "Whenever we come across bandits. The moment they spot them, those two start bickering over who gets to ’clean up.’’

’Skadi wants to carve them up like meat, while Aisha wants to burn them all at once. They treat bandit encounters like games."

Cassius rubbed his temple. "They do know this isn’t a competition, right?"

Julie gave him a look. She didn’t answer right away.

She just kept staring at Cassius, her eyes unreadable, expression unusually serious. The sounds of Aisha and Skadi still bickering in the background were almost muffled by the weight in her silence.

Then she finally said, softly. "It’s not just some petty rivalry or playful competition to them."

Cassius blinked. "Huh?"

Julie turned her gaze back to the distant standoff, where the caravan still sat tense, and the bandits circled like vultures, before speaking again, quieter this time.

"They both have history with bandits. The kind that sticks."

"History?" Cassius straightened a little in his saddle.

Julie nodded slowly.

"They hate them more than most. It’s not something they say out loud, and certainly not something they’d admit in the middle of all this."

"But every time they see bandits, every single time, they react like that. Emotionally. Rashly. It’s like they can’t help it."

Cassius’s brows drew together in a frown. He glanced over toward Skadi, who was now stomping in a circle and yelling something about sawing someone’s head clean off, while Aisha argued with her saying that she wanted to bury them alive instead, equally furious.

Their yelling had reached the kind of fever pitch that made even the bandits look concerned.

"What exactly happened to them for them to be so blood thirsty?" He looked back to Julie.

Julie’s gaze lingered on him for a moment. The wind played gently with her hair. Then she exhaled slowly, almost as if bracing herself.

"I usually wouldn’t talk about things like this." She said softly. "Not unless someone really needed to know. It’s their past. Not mine to share."

Cassius didn’t say anything, just nodded once.

Julie looked at him, long, hard, like she was searching for something.

"But you’re...special." She murmured. "And if there’s anyone who has a right to know...it’s probably you."

Cassius’s brow creased. "Special?"

Julie gave him a small, lopsided smile. "Don’t let it get to your head."

And then, her smile faded while Cassius also took on a more solemn face to find out where their hate stemmed from...