Chapter 908: If I Had A Child...

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.

His mouth was everywhere—tracing the massive curves, pressing wet kisses to the crimson skin, and most devastatingly, finding her nipples and sucking.

He had to use both hands just to cup one breast, lifting it toward his mouth like an offering.

Her nipples themselves were nearly the size of his fingers, dark purple against the crimson of her skin, and he treated each one with a reverence that made her head spin.

"Look." He said now, pulling back with evident reluctance and pointing at her right nipple. "Right there. See it? A scar."

Ragnora squinted and leaned closer. And finally, after several seconds of intense scrutiny, she spotted what he was pointing at—a tiny, almost microscopic line on the side of her nipple, barely visible even from inches away.

"Cassius. That’s—that’s so tiny compared to the rest. It’s practically invisible!"

He clicked his tongue dismissively.

"A scar is a scar. Size doesn’t matter." His eyes gleamed with mischief. "And I’m going to make sure to love every single one of them."

Before she could protest, his mouth was on her again.

"Ahhhh!?~" Ragnora let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper as his lips closed around her nipple and sucked.

At first, Cassius had struggled. How could he not? Her breasts were so large that he genuinely didn’t know where to begin, his hands roaming helplessly over the vast crimson curves as though trying to map territory that defied measurement.

But slowly, he’d found his rhythm.

His fingers squeezed the full lower swell while his palm caressed the upper slopes.

His middle finger traced slow circles around the one nipple his mouth wasn’t devouring.

And against all reason, against all expectation, Ragnora found herself melting.

"Cassius...yes...no, Cassius, please..."

Whimpers and broken half-words fell from her lips without her permission. She couldn’t stop them. Didn’t want to stop them.

Every pull of his mouth on her nipple sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to her core, and her hips were beginning to move on their own, grinding down against him in a rhythm she didn’t consciously control.

Dimly, through the haze of pleasure, a strange thought surfaced in her mind.

’He looks like a baby.’

The thought rose unbidden, and once it appeared, she couldn’t shake it because it was true.

With the size difference between them, Cassius pressed against her chest did bear a striking resemblance to an infant nursing at its mother’s breast.

His small hands cupping her massive curves. His mouth working eagerly. The soft sounds he made as he suckled.

It was, in its own strange way, utterly adorable.

Almost unconsciously, her hand rose and settled gently on the back of his head. Her fingers threaded into his silver hair, and she found herself pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.

Cassius didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the gesture only encouraged him. His sucking grew more intense, more demanding, and Ragnora felt another wave of heat roll through her body.

’One aggressive baby.’ She thought, her internal voice caught between amusement and intoxication. ’No normal infant could ever make a mother feel like this.’

’These feelings coursing through my body...this warmth spreading everywhere...this isn’t something a baby could cause.’

’This is pure, undiluted desire.’

Her thumb stroked gently across his scalp as he continued his attentions, and she marveled at the strangeness of it all.

She was cradling a grown man against her breast while he suckled like a newborn, and somehow impossibly, it was the most erotic experience of her entire life.

"Haaah...."

Cassius finally pulled back, a thread of saliva connecting his lips to her nipple, which now stood achingly wet and swollen from his ministrations.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, darkened with something that made her breath catch.

"Mmm—! No—!"

Without warning, his fingers found both nipples at once, pulling and twisting with just enough pressure to make her whole body shudder.

She didn’t understand it. She had taken blows that would have annihilated lesser beings. She had shrugged off wounds that would have killed anyone else.

And yet these gentle tugs and twists sent rivulets of pleasure racing across her skin like lightning.

"Why...Why are you looking at me like that?" Ragnora managed, her voice shaky. "What are you thinking about?"

She hesitated, then added in a smaller voice: "Do you think they’re...too big?"

"No." Cassius shook his head firmly. "No, not at all. I was actually thinking about something else entirely."

"What?"

"What would happen if you ever got pregnant."

Ragnora’s thoughts scattered like startled birds. Her face, already flushed with pleasure, went a shade deeper, turning that peculiar blue-tinged crimson that happened when she was caught truly off guard.

"W-What? What do you mean?"

Cassius merely raised an eyebrow. "I said exactly what I meant. I was wondering what would happen if you got pregnant. If you had a baby growing inside you." He paused. "Specifically..."

He squeezed both breasts together, jiggling them gently, and her already-scattered brain shorted out completely.

"...I was wondering just how much breast milk you’d let out."

"I—that’s—why would you even—"

"Think about it, Commander." Cassius’s voice took on the tone of a scholar presenting a fascinating theorem. "Every woman produces milk when she’s pregnant. It’s simply biology. And you, with these magnificent, enormous tits..."

He gave her breasts another squeeze for emphasis.

"...have considerably more capacity than most. The volume you could produce would be extraordinary. Your nipples alone—"

He flicked one with his thumb, and she gasped.

"—are practically built for feeding. With a stream this thick, you’d absolutely choke a normal baby."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Unless, of course, the baby was also your size. Proportional. But even then, the volume would be extraordinary. I wonder how exactly that would work."

Ragnora’s face had gone from crimson to something approaching purple.

"I—I don’t know about any of that, Cassius! I have absolutely no idea—"

She forced herself to take a breath. Calm down. He was asking a genuine question, even if the timing was utterly bizarre.

"I remember." She said slowly, her voice steadier now. "That my mother and the other women in the village didn’t breastfeed normally. Ogre babies are larger than human babies, so it wasn’t...it wasn’t the same. But for me..."

She looked down at her own breasts, gently touching them with her fingertips.

"I don’t know. I don’t know what my child would be like. If the baby was big, like me, then maybe it would be the same. But if the baby was smaller..."

A flicker of distress crossed her features.

"Maybe I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed at all. That would be...that would be quite sad, actually."

She then brightened slightly, as a thought occured to her.

"Although, if my baby were smaller, that would be a good thing overall. He wouldn’t feel isolated the way I did. He could play with the other children without towering over everyone. He could live a normal life."

Her smile turned soft, almost dreamy. "I never had that. I wouldn’t want my child to go through what I went through."

She blinked, catching herself. "But why am I talking as if the baby would be a boy? It could just as easily be a girl."

A strange, tender light crept into her golden eyes.

"If I had a daughter...I’d raise her to be a proper lady. I’d buy her dresses and jewelry. I’d teach her etiquette and manners. She’d never have to fight, never have to bear a single scar. She could be soft, the way I never was."

She paused.

"Then again...maybe she’d want to be a warrior. And if that’s what she chose, I would support her. She can be whoever she wants to be. I’d...I’d love her no matter what."

She was smiling now, a smile so full of longing and hope that it made Cassius’s chest ache.

And then she seemed to realize he was there, watching her with that knowing, annoying smile, and her face started burning.

"Ah—Cassius, that was—I didn’t mean to ramble, I just—" She waved her hands frantically. "I’m sorry. The thought of a baby...it made me excited. I’ve never really let myself imagine it before. And now that you brought it up, I couldn’t stop. I-I didn’t even realize I had so many thoughts about it."

"Ragnora." Cassius reached up and patted her burning cheek. "It’s completely alright. All women get that way when they talk about babies."

"I suppose they do."

But even as she said it, the light in her eyes began to dim. The smile faded from her lips. Her shoulders slumped, and suddenly she looked very small despite her size.

"What’s wrong?" Cassius asked, noticing her distress.

She tried to smile. It came out wrong—crooked, sad, not quite reaching her eyes.

"It’s nothing. It’s just..." She looked down at her hands—massive, scarred, powerful. "It’s just that I realized it’s completely useless for me to even think about all this."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I probably will never have a child."

The words fell between them like stones into still water.

Cassius went silent.

Ragnora reached out and took his hands in hers, holding them as though she needed the support to continue.

"Any other woman can think about these things. She can fall in love, get married, share a passionate moment with her husband, and through the product of their love, a child will be born. It’s natural. It’s expected. It’s the way the world works."

She looked at her massive body, her warrior’s frame.

"But what about me? Do you really think I, of all people, will find someone who wants to marry me? Someone who wants to give me a child? Someone who looks at me and sees a wife instead of a...a sword wielding titan?"

Cassius opened his mouth, but she pressed on before he could speak.

"I truly appreciate what you’re doing, Cassius. I genuinely do. In these couple of days, you’ve become one of the closest people to my heart. Closer than almost anyone I’ve ever known." She squeezed his hands. "But I know that all of this is...it’s a transaction, isn’t it? At the end of the day."

"No, that’s not—"

"Not all of it." She amended quickly. "I know that you’re not doing this for money. You’re doing it to make me happy. To let me experience things I’ve never experienced. And I’m so, so grateful for that. More grateful than I can express."

She sighed, and the sound was heavy with resignation.

"But it stops there. Actually going all the way—having a husband, carrying a child, building a family—that’s impossible for me. It’s simply not something that can happen. So when I really think about it..."

She bit her lip. Tears glistened in her golden eyes.

"I really have no chance of having a child, do I? I just...don’t."