"You're at the front lines, right?" Lucy asked. She had only just recovered from an hour of constant orgasming a few minutes ago, yet Cassian was still clinging to her breasts, sucking on them as if he couldn't get enough. His tongue flicked over her still-hard nipples while he nodded, guiding her leg over him as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled his body closer against hers.
"So you can guess where this war is heading?" she continued, her tone more serious now. "Tell me honestly… should my lady consider relocating back to the duchy if it isn't safe here?"
Cassian stopped sucking her breast but kept his hands there, absently holding them as he looked up and said, "I can't be sure. The cult has a lot of tricks up their sleeves. They've been stirring things up long before the war even began." He thought back to the incidents he'd been involved in so far—almost all of them somehow tied to the cult, even getting the system might have been part of it.
