Chapter 911: Fill Me With Your Child

"Ragnora." Cassius dragged his eyes up to meet hers. "This is magnificent."

"D-Don’t look, Cassius!" She begged, trying to sit up. "Please, just—let me shave it. I need a dagger, just a small one, it’ll only take—"

"No!" He pressed her firmly back down and lowered himself between her thighs. "Cutting this off would be a crime."

He nuzzled against her inner thigh, breathing in her scent.

"This is beautiful, Ragnora. All of it. Now stop trying to run away and let me appreciate the view."

He was so close now that she could feel his breath against her most sensitive flesh, and she had to fight the urge to squeeze her thighs shut again.

"Cassius, please..."

"Please what?"

"I don’t know. Please...something."

"Good answer." He murmured, and then leaned in.

"Ahhhh!?~" His nose brushed against her first—just a light touch, but it made her whole body jerk.

Then he inhaled deeply, taking in her fragrance with shameless greed, and let out a sound of pure, unashamed satisfaction.

"You smell incredible. Like rain on stone. Like the forest after a storm. Like..." He paused, searching for the word. "...like a woman who’s about to be claimed."

Ragnora’s face burned. "You can’t—you can’t just say things like that—"

"I can and I will." His fingers found her outer lips, tracing their length with feather-light strokes. "Look at these. So full. So plump. I could spend an hour just kissing them."

He gave one a gentle squeeze, and she gasped. "I love how they press together. How they hide the treasure inside. It’s like opening a gift."

"Cassius—"

"And inside." His thumbs parted her, spreading her open to his gaze. "Gods. It’s so delicate. So soft. I touch the outside and it’s all strength and power, but inside..." His voice dropped to a reverent whisper. "Inside, you’re softer than flower petals."

"It’s—it’s not—I’m not—"

"And this." His finger found her entrance, that impossibly small opening and circled it gently. "This is the most surprising thing of all. You’re so big everywhere else, Ragnora. I expected you to be...proportionally generous here too. But this? This is tiny. Barely there. It’s—"

He let out a breathless laugh.

"—adorable, honestly. I didn’t know a woman your size could have something so delicate."

"It’s not adorable." She protested weakly. "It’s...normal. I think. I-I don’t know."

"It’s perfect." He spread her wider, and the faint translucent trace of her hymen caught the light. Cassius went very still. "Ragnora." His voice was hoarse. "Do you see that?"

"See what?"

"That little thing there. That delicate little barrier." He touched it ever so gently, and she whimpered. "It’s still there. You’re still...you’re completely untouched."

"Of course I am." She whispered. "You knew that."

"I knew it in the abstract." He shook his head slowly. "But seeing it, seeing proof that no one has ever been here before—" His voice broke. "It does something to me, Commander. Something I can’t quite explain."

Before she could respond, his thumb found her clitoris—that small, swollen pearl hidden at the apex of her folds and pressed down.

"Noooo!?~" Ragnora arched off the bed with a strangled moan. Her entire body convulsed, and a rush of fluid spilled from her, slicking his fingers.

The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but shake and shudder and fall apart beneath his touch.

"Cassius, that’s—too much—please—"

"This?" He squeezed the sensitive nub again. "This little thing?" He leaned down and gave it a long, slow lick, and Ragnora screamed. "Oh, I could suck on this all day. It’s so big. So suckable. Like a little piece of candy made just for me."

"It’s not—it’s not—"

"You are." He was still lapping at her, his tongue working in slow circles that made her see stars. "You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, Commander. And I’m going to enjoy every moment of this."

Ragnora was beyond words now. Her hands fisted in the furs beneath her, while her hips moved on their own, grinding shamelessly against Cassius’s mouth.

All her shame, all her embarrassment, all her years of believing herself unworthy—it was all melting away under the relentless onslaught of his tongue.

And then, without warning, Cassius pressed his face fully into her, burying himself in the wild thicket of her bush as though he wanted to lose himself there completely.

"N-No—no wait—Ahhhhh—!"

His nose crushed against her clit. His tongue buried itself as deep in her as it could reach. Her fluids smeared across his cheeks, his chin, his lips, and he made a sound of pure, animal satisfaction.

"Cassius, you’re...You’re getting it all over yourself..."

She tried to push him away, to pull him back, to do something, but Cassius only pressed closer, grinding his face against her as though he wanted to drown in her.

Her juices coated every inch of his face, glistening in the firelight, and Ragnora made a sound that was half sob, half moan.

"Cassius—please—"

"Please what?" His mouth hovered just above her clitoris, his breath warm against the sensitive bud. "Please stop? Or please continue?"

"I...I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m asking for. I just..."

She trailed off, unable to articulate the overwhelming need building inside her. It was like a pressure, a tension, coiling tighter and tighter in her core with every passing moment.

She didn’t know what it was or how to release it.

She only knew that Cassius seemed to hold the key.

But Cassius understood immediately.

"That feeling." He said, his voice low and knowing. "That pressure building inside you. That’s what it feels like to be brought to the edge. To be on the verge of release."

"Release?" The word was foreign to her. "What do you mean?"

He showed a smile that made her stomach flip.

"Let me show you."

His mouth returned to her clitoris, but this time he was relentless. His tongue worked the sensitive bud with practiced precision—circling, flicking, sucking, while his fingers found her tiny opening and pressed gently inside.

Just one finger at first, barely breaching her entrance, stretching her virgin flesh in a way that was just shy of painful.

"Ohh—! Ohhhh god—! Oh mother of Synthia—!"

Ragnora’s back arched off the bed. Her hands flew to his head, fingers tangling in his silver hair. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.

"Cassius—Cassius, something’s—I feel—"

"Let it happen." He murmured against her flesh. "Don’t fight it. Let yourself fall."

And then his finger pushed deeper, his mouth sucked harder, and Ragnora shattered.

"Ohhhhhhhh!?~"

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, a force of nature that swept away everything in its path.

Her vision went white. Her body convulsed. A cry was torn from her throat.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, each one somehow more intense than the last. She had never felt anything like this—had never known her body was capable of such sensation.

It was terrifying and exhilarating and overwhelming all at once!

And through it all, Cassius held her steady. His hands on her thighs. His mouth on her sopping wet pussy. His presence anchoring her to the world even as she felt herself flying apart.

When the waves finally began to recede, she collapsed back against the mattress, gasping for breath. Her limbs felt like jelly, while her mind was a pleasant, empty haze. She couldn’t have formed a coherent sentence if her life depended on it.

Cassius crawled up her body, pressing gentle kisses to her stomach, her chest, her neck, until he reached her lips. He kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

"That..." He murmured against her mouth. "...was your first orgasm."

"That was..." She struggled to find words. "That was...I didn’t know..."

"Now you do." He brushed a strand of wild black hair from her face. "And that was just the beginning."

Ragnora gasped. "There’s more?"

"So much more." His hand slid down her body, coming to rest on her hip. "That was the appetizer. The main course is still waiting."

She felt him then. His erection pressing against her thigh, hot and hard and insistent. Even through his trousers, she could feel the size of him, and a fresh wave of heat rolled through her body.

"Are you ready?" His voice was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of hunger that made her shiver.

"We don’t have to go further if you’re not ready. We can stop here. We can wait until tomorrow. We can—"

"No."

The word came out more forcefully than she intended. She met his eyes, her golden gaze steady despite the trembling of her body.

"I want this. I want all of it....I want you."

She reached down and, with trembling fingers, began to unfasten his trousers.

Cassius caught her hands gently. "Let me."

He rose from the bed just long enough to shed his remaining clothing. And when he turned back to face her—

Ragnora’s breath caught.

She had felt him earlier, through the fabric of his pants. She had known, that he was large.

But seeing him now, fully exposed, aroused and ready for her...

He was magnificent!

His body was lean but well-muscled, the product of an active life rather than dedicated training. His silver hair fell around his face in disarray, and his blue eyes blazed with desire.

And his cock...

It was massive. Not just proportionate to his frame, but genuinely, impressively large.

It stood proud and erect, curving slightly upward, the tip glistening with moisture. The shaft was thick—thick enough that she wondered, with a flutter of nervousness, how it would possibly fit inside her.

"You’re staring." Cassius observed, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"It’s..." She swallowed. "It’s very..."

"Large?"

"Daunting."

He laughed softly and climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs.

"Don’t worry. It will fit. I’ll make sure of it."

He leaned down and kissed her—slow, deep, reassuring. His hands roamed her body, rekindling the fire that had briefly subsided. When he finally pulled back, his expression was serious.

"This might hurt." He warned. "The first time often does. But I’ll go slowly. I’ll be gentle. And if at any point you want me to stop—"

"I won’t want you to stop."

"Ragnora—"

"I trust you, Cassius." She reached up and cupped his face in her massive hand. "I trust you completely. Whatever happens...I’m ready."

He held her gaze for a long moment. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Alright."

He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her tiny opening.

Even this slight pressure made her gasp—she was still sensitive from her orgasm, and the sensation of him there, poised to enter her, was almost too much to bear.

"Breathe." Cassius instructed. "Slow, deep breaths. Try to relax."

She did as he said, forcing her tense muscles to loosen. Her thighs relaxed their grip on his hips. Her hands unclenched from the fur blankets.

She breathed in and as she exhaled...

...the head of his cock breached her opening.

"Ahhh—! Cassius—! Haaah—!" Ragnora gasped.

The sensation was...indescribable. A stretching, a fullness, a pressure that bordered on pain but somehow wasn’t.

Her body resisted him. Decades of virginity, of never being touched, making her impossibly tight—but Cassius was patient. He held still, letting her adjust, letting her body accept the intrusion.

"You’re doing beautifully." He murmured. "Just a little more."

He pushed deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, his cock slid inside her, stretching her virgin walls, filling her in a way she had never been filled before.

"Mmmm—! Oh—! Ohhh—! Ahnnnn—!"

Ragnora’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her hands found his shoulders and gripped tight—not pushing him away, but holding on like he was the only solid thing in a world gone liquid.

And then she felt it. A brief, sharp pain as he reached her hymen.

"That’s it." Cassius said softly. "The barrier. Once I’m through this, the worst will be over."

"Do it." She whispered. "Please. I want to be yours."

He kissed her forehead. Then, with one decisive thrust, he pushed through.

"Ahhhhhhhh!?~"

Her hymen tore, and for a moment there was only the sting of it, the shock of being breached for the first time. But then Cassius stilled, buried fully inside her, and the pain began to fade.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

She took stock of her body. The pain was already receding, replaced by...something else. A sense of fullness. Of completion. Of being joined with another person in the most intimate way possible.

"Yes." She breathed. "Yes...I’m okay."

"Good. Because I don’t think I can hold back anymore."

He confessed, his voice rough with barely restrained desire before going on to say,

"I’ve been holding back since the moment I first saw you on that battlefield. Since I watched you cut down an S-class monster with a single swing of your sword. And now...now I get to see you like this. Open. Trusting. For me, it’s the most humbling privilege of my life."

"Then...Then there’s no need to hold back." Ragnora breathed. "Cassius, please. I don’t want you to hold back."

"But—"

She placed her finger against his lips, silencing him. The gesture was gentle despite the size of her hand.

"I want to feel you. Hold you. Touch you. I want to feel you fill me up. And more then anything..."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, thick with emotion and desire.

"...I want you to fill me with your child."