"If you liked my tongue, you'll love this even more," Ray murmured, his voice dripping with sinful anticipation.
He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking on them slowly, coating them in his saliva before pressing one against her tight, twitching entrance.
Then, he pushed in.
"Ahhhnnnnn~!" Olivia's breath hitched, her body arching as a new, electrifying sensation spread through her.
Ray smirked. "Oh? Did you like that, Captain?"
Her insides clenched around his finger, gripping him in a way that sent a fresh wave of arousal through his body. The heat, the softness—it was addicting. His curiosity had always drawn him to the forbidden pleasures of a woman's ass, but now that he was experiencing it firsthand, he realized it was far more intoxicating than he'd ever imagined.
Slowly, he withdrew his finger, glistening with her essence, and brought it to his lips. He slid it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, savoring the taste of the proud and mighty knight captain.
"Fuck… even your ass tastes good," he muttered, before diving back in.
His tongue flicked against her puckered hole, tracing slow, teasing circles before he pressed in again, coating her with warm, slick saliva. He worked meticulously, ensuring every inch of her entrance was relaxed, his tongue worshipping her most intimate place.
Olivia whimpered, her body shuddering as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She relaxed her sphincter, offering herself to him, and Ray wasted no time in sliding his tongue deeper inside.
"Mmmhnnn~ Ahhnnn~"
She tried to open herself even more, desperate to take him in fully. Ray eagerly complied, tongue-fucking her with fervor. Sometimes he swirled around her rim, teasing her with featherlight strokes, and other times he plunged in deep, lapping at her walls with relentless hunger.
Minutes stretched on, his mouth completely claiming her in ways no one ever had.
Fifteen minutes later, Ray finally pulled away, his tongue exhausted—but his efforts had paid off.
Olivia came violently.
"Ahnnnnnnn~!!"
She squirted like a burst dam, her juices gushing out in uncontrollable waves, soaking the floor beneath them.
Ray wiped his chin, watching in satisfaction as Olivia trembled, utterly spent.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
A sharp, icy voice cut through the air.
Ray turned his head, his body freezing as he spotted Ariana standing at the doorway. Dressed in loose, casual attire, her arms were crossed, her gaze cold and piercing.
She stepped inside, her eyes flicking between Ray and Olivia's trembling form. The knight captain lay sprawled on the floor, her legs still twitching, her body weak from overwhelming pleasure.
Ariana's expression darkened. "What the fuck do you think you're doing to the captain?"
Ray shot up immediately, hands raised in defense. "I-It's not what it looks like! This is a misunderstanding!"
Ariana's eyes narrowed. "Do you take me for a fool?"
"No! No! If you don't believe me, ask the captain yourself!" Ray blurted out, scrambling for an excuse. "She… she tripped! Yeah! She stumbled and fell into me, which caused me to fall too! And just as you walked in, it… uh… looked bad!"
Ariana didn't look convinced in the slightest. Her gaze dropped to the glistening wet mess on the floor, then back to Olivia's trembling thighs.
"You're telling me… she just 'fell' and somehow squirted all over the place?" Ariana's voice dripped with skepticism.
Ray gulped but quickly composed himself. "W-Well, you see… the captain is just really sensitive. A little stimulation, and she loses control. You really think I have the strength to force myself on her?"
Ariana exhaled through her nose, her gaze scrutinizing him for a long moment. Then, her posture relaxed slightly. "Hmph. That's true. You don't have that kind of strength."
"See?" Ray said quickly. "And if you don't believe me, you can ask the captain herself."
He turned to Olivia, silently begging her to go along with his story.
Still dazed, her body tingling from lingering pleasure, Olivia slowly nodded. Even in her hazy state, she understood the situation. The last thing she wanted was for Ariana to know the truth of what had just happened. And, surprisingly, Ray's story wasn't completely implausible.
Struggling to her feet, Olivia cleared her throat and spoke. "He's right, Ariana. It was… my mistake."
Ariana raised a brow but didn't question further.
Olivia turned to Ray, her expression regaining some composure. "I don't think I'm in any condition to continue your training today. You should return tomorrow."
Ray suppressed a smirk. "Understood, Captain."
With that, he bolted out of the room before Ariana could change her mind.
Stepping out of the tent, Ray clicked his tongue in frustration.
"Damn that bitch interrupted me midway. If she hadn't barged in, I would've filled the captain's ass with my seed," he muttered under his breath.
His gaze dropped to the bulge straining against his pants, his arousal still raging. "Shit… what do I do with this now? I didn't even get to cum."
Sighing, he rolled his shoulders. "Well… since I'm already worked up, might as well use this energy for training."
With that, he made his way to the training grounds.
The moment he stepped in, a group of soldiers immediately surrounded him, their eyes gleaming with curiosity and jealousy.
"Damn, you lucky bastard!" one of them blurted out.
"Yeah, what the hell did you do?"
"We heard the knight captain took you under her wing."
"Now you get to train under two busty, fat-assed women! You're living the dream, man."
The soldiers kept firing off questions, their voices filled with both admiration and envy.
Ray smirked, basking in their reactions. He didn't mind their jealousy—in fact, he enjoyed it.
But then—
"What the fuck are you idiots doing?!"
A booming voice cut through the chatter.
The soldiers stiffened and turned to see their platoon leader, Sam, approaching with an irritated scowl. "Get back to your training! Now!"
At his command, everyone scrambled back to their positions, swinging weapons and resuming their exercises.
Ray, however, remained where he was.
Sam turned to him, his expression shifting from stern to an oily grin. "Ah, dear Ray… I always knew you had potential. And look at you now! I heard from the deputy captain that you've got both the attitude and aptitude of a knight. Training under her, huh?"
Ray crossed his arms, smirking. "Yeah, the captain said she's gonna train me. Though, due to… unexpected circumstances, the session's been postponed until tomorrow."
Sam chuckled, nodding. "Well, it's just a matter of a day. No big deal." His grin widened as he leaned in slightly. "By the way… if I've ever mistreated you in the past, let's just forget about all that, shall we?"
Ray arched a brow. He could already see where this was going.
"What are you talking about, sir? I've never had a superior as friendly as you," Ray said with an easy smile.
Sam exhaled in relief. "Haha, good to hear."
Then, after a brief pause, he leaned in slightly. "By the way, do you have any plans for tonight?"
Ray raised a brow. "No, why?"
"How about having dinner at my place?"
Ray smirked. "Sure, why not? I've always wanted to taste your home-cooked food. We soldiers practically salivate every time you open your lunch box."
Sam laughed heartily. "Haha! Then I'll make sure you leave my house with a full stomach."
"Sounds good. I'll meet you in the evening," Ray said, rolling his shoulders. "For now, I need to burn off some heat."
"Ah, yes, of course."
With that, they parted ways, and Ray moved to the training grounds. He began his routine, swinging his sword and working through his exercises, pushing his body to work off the frustration still lingering in his veins.