Zafron swallowed hard, his eyes locked on the melon in her grasp. 'I've always wanted to feel those melons, and now she's offering it to me? Who am I to say no?' His mind raced as he tried to keep his composure.
He barely managed to say, "Yes, it will be a little... helpful." his voice a little shaky.
Cassandra smiled and slowly approached him, her movements deliberate. As she got closer, her other hand, slick with slime, gently traced across his face, leaving a cool, tingling sensation in its wake.
She leaned in, her eyes locking onto Zafron's as her hands ran from his face down to his manly chest. She trailed a finger around his chest, feeling the rippling muscles within. It was at this point that Zafron was thankful for his daily quest. Not only was he getting stronger on paper, but the results were physical too. His enhanced strength manifested in his actual build.
The Zafron of the Blackthorn mansion wasn't the same again and what was insane about that was that it had only been a few weeks!
'He is so manly and perfectly built,' she mused, her eyes scanning his chest and his abs. 'I want him.... I need him inside me.'
Letting go of her breasts, she pulled her bra from it, allowing the galant twins out for fresh air. Then she held his hand and placed it on her them. "This will help," she said with a smile.
The moment his hand made contact with her breasts, a menu flashed before his eyes:
[Target Scan Complete]
Name: Cassandra Beaumont
Marital Status: Single
Compatibility with Zafron: 80%
'So high?' Zafron thought, surprised. 'This might be the perfect moment to make my move.'
Without any further ceremony, he squeezed her enormous sized titties tightly, he noticed a shift in her demeanor. Her lips parted in a soft gasp, and her eyes rolled back slightly.
'Damn! How smooth and soft is her breast?' he wondered, his gaze drifting from her face to the chest. He could see her nipples stiffen and pointing accusingly at him. Well, lock him up because he was convinced tonight, he'd die here!!
'She may not have the size of Matilda,' he mused, 'but this is definitely the best skin I've ever touched. It's just so... delicate.' As much as he hated to compare his women, it was undeniable. The tenderness, the way his fingers sunk into her flesh and not to mention, that diabolical grin on her face, it made him want to cum all over it.
Zafron squeezed it once again, this time even tighter. Cassandra's reaction was immediate—she covered his head with the slime, her pleasure evident in the way she shuddered.
[Target Scan Complete]
Name: Cassandra Beaumont
Marital Status: Single
Compatibility with Zafron: 90%
'Just a little push, and we're there,' Zafron thought, smiling inwardly, enjoying every moment of this unexpected cooling-down process.
'Activate calming touch,' Zafron thought, looking to speed up the entire process. He needed to get her compatibility all the way to a hundred percent real fast because he didn't know how long he could continue holding back.
[Calming touch activated]
Zafron glazed his hand across her nipples this time and immediately she grasped him by the neck, her hand slimy and slippery while she stood on her toes to get to his height and with a savage look on her face...she grunted..."Do it again...that thing you just did...do it again!!" She didn't ask, she was telling him.
Decreeing with all all her might as her fingers adjusted around his neck while she began to breath really fast.
'...' Zafron was speechless for a second, a millisecond before he recovered his himself.
'That wasn't the effect I was expecting but I'm guessing it works that way,' Zafron grinned, proceeding to graze her nipple once more.
"Mmmm... Please...do it again!!" She yelped with a look of helplessness in her eyes. She proceeded to gum her body against his, almost as if she wanted to merge with him and become one.
'Her lust is off the charts...then again...didn't the system say something about those that possess the XX virus have higher libido?! This would explain why she's acting...unhinged right now. But I love it. Crazy...and wild!!' Zafron thought.
Just then the system screen manifested yet again.
[Target Scan Complete]
Name: Cassandra Beaumont
Marital Status: Single
Compatibility with Zafron: 109%
"What in the world?" Zafron blurted out purely out of shock.
"Huh? Something wrong. You want me naked?!" She asked in rapid succession. To her the world was about to end and all her priority was strictly the man in front of her now.
They were supposed to be cooling off, but instead, he felt the heat intensifying within him.
Suddenly, a knock echoed from the door. At first, they both dismissed it, thinking it was just their minds playing tricks. They waited in silence, their eyes instinctively turning toward the door.
The knock came again, louder and more insistent. This time, they knew it was real.
'No.... Not now.... Not now!' Zafron's mind raced out of frustration.
Cassandra, clearly frustrated, called out, "Who....Who's at the door?"
A voice responded, "Your uncle is back, and he's waiting for you in the sitting room."
"Okay, tell him I'll be out in a moment." she replied, though her tone revealed her disappointment. She sighed and turned to Zafron. "Well, looks like you won't get the full cooling-down process this time. Maybe next time."
Zafron nodded, but his mind was racing. 'That was my chance to taste heaven, and now it's been interrupted. How unlucky.'
Cassandra stood up and began to compose herself, her bra which she slipped half way down. Zafron followed suit and adjusted his buttons as fast as he could, quickly straightening himself out as they prepared to leave the room.
As Cassandra and Zafron descended the stairs, they found her uncle waiting in the sitting room. Cassandra greeted him with a warm smile, and he embraced her affectionately.
"My dear niece, I've missed you," he said, his eyes then narrowing slightly as he noticed Zafron. A flicker of discomfort crossed his face, but he quickly masked it.
"Uncle, welcome back," Cassandra replied. "I hope your journey wasn't too taxing?" She said, drawing his attention towards her.
The older man sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. "It was rather stressful, I'm afraid. We encountered several groups of bandits along the way. Thankfully, our driver's skill saw us through safely."
He gestured towards the dining room. "Come, let's sit down and I'll regale you with the full tale over some refreshments. I miss Martha's cooking too, I'm afraid,"
As they began moving, Zafron gently touched Cassandra's elbow. "My lady, if you'll excuse me, I should be heading home. It's getting rather late."
Cassandra frowned slightly. "Are you sure? We have a guest room available if you'd like to stay."
Zafron shook his head. "Thank you, but I'll be fine. Please, enjoy your time with your uncle. There's no need to accompany me tonight."
He decided against staying around even as much as he wanted to because he left two beautiful women at home who would be worried sick about him if he didn't return and he'd hate to do that to them.
Cassandra nodded, understanding in her eyes. "Very well, Zafron. Thank you for your service today. I'll see you tomorrow then?"
"Of course, my la.... Cassandra," Zafron replied with a small bow. He nodded respectfully to Cassandra's uncle before taking his leave.
As Zafron departed, Cassandra and her uncle made their way to the dining room, ready to catch up on the events of his journey.
As Zafron made his way back home, his mind was playing back the events that happened that day. It seemed short because from the stressful shopping to the seductive cooling down process and now he was heading back home with a precious and expensive gift.
'What a day,' he thought, shaking his head in disbelief. 'Who would've thought I'd end up with something like this?'
He pulled the bracelet out from his pocket and stared at it appreciatingly as he walked through the dark streets of Drakoria. The dim streetlights caught its silver gleam, making it sparkle.
He mused over the potential of his newfound treasure. 'This gift... I believe the monetary value is enough to feed us for more than a month. Maybe we could even buy a house or something. Our lives could change forever. Then again, it's a gift from her, I can't sell it.
I guess I'll just have to wear it around now and show other noble body guards that the boy is different!' he though excitedly.
"It's beautiful," he whispered to himself. "I never thought I'd hold something so valuable in my hands."
He now knew his way around without needing someone or something to direct him. A small smile played on his lips as he realized how far he'd come.
"I remember when I first arrived here" he mused. "I was so lost haha. Now look at me, navigating these streets like I've lived here all my life."
He dipped the bracelet back into his pocket to avoid unwanted attention.
As Zafron rushed through the dark streets, he noticed there were fewer people on the road than usual. He realized he had never been this late before and needed to hurry home before Mara and Matilda started worrying about his whereabouts.
As he quickened his pace, he noticed that the road grew emptier with each step, except for two men behind him, also making their way home. They seemed to sense the danger of the empty road and were walking briskly, just like him.
Soon, Zafron took a turn that brought him just a few steps away from home when he suddenly noticed a large cart stuck against a tall pole by the roadside. A man sat nearby with his head bowed.
When the man saw Zafron, he stood up and called out, his voice pleading, "Oi, lad, could you please help me out here? I was reckless and accidentally bumped my cart into this pole."
Zafron wondered, 'How is that even possible? Is he drunk or something?' The situation seemed absurd to him.
While he was still contemplating, the two men who had been behind him approached, and the man with the cart pleaded with them as well. They agreed to help. "Hey, come over here; we might need an extra hand!" one of them shouted as they moved toward the cart.
'Arghh...well with all of us, this shouldn't take long,' Zafron thought as he decided to help.
The cart was large but not as big as those at Beaumont's mansion, and it wasn't particularly well-polished.
They all positioned themselves around the cart, ready to pull it free from whatever was holding it in place.
"Hold the top and pull," one of the men instructed Zafron. "I mean, hold it like this!" he added, stepping closer to Zafron to demonstrate.
As the man drew nearer, Zafron felt a sharp object, definitely a knife pressing against his belly. "Just let your hand hang in the air freely. If you try to bring it down, your body will drop before your hand!" the man warned ominously.