Warrior Training System

"Can you go a bit higher?" Laureen asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge as Cassian, who had been fully engrossed in massaging her legs, hesitated for a moment. Initially, he had started with her feet, but her constant urging had led his hands to wander up to just below her knees.

Cassian was irritated at first, reminding her that he only knew how to massage feet, not legs. But as his hands moved higher, brushing against the softer, more delicate skin of her thighs, he found himself less inclined to complain. The sensation was distracting, and he half-expected her to keep pushing him further up until his hands were fully gripping her thighs.

Sure enough, when he reached her knees, Laureen's voice came again, more playful this time. "Oh, that's the right spot—just a little higher, and you'll hit the hot spot." Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and her smile widened as she noticed her foot rubbing against something in his lap that was steadily growing. The size of it seemed to surprise even her.

"Ahh..." Laureen let out a soft moan as Cassian's hands squeezed her lower thighs, his fingers barely able to wrap around them fully due to their size. The unexpected sound made him glance up at her in surprise, and something about the way she moaned stirred a desire in him to hear it again. Noticing his surprised expression, Laureen smirked and said, "That's the spot, Cassian.

Massage it a bit more."

Cassian continued to knead Laureen's lower thighs, his fingers working with surprising skill despite his initial reluctance. Laureen didn't say anything for a minute, simply enjoying the sensation. As time passed, Cassian noticed that she wasn't asking him to stop or move higher, so he hesitantly slid his hands a bit further up her leg, testing the waters.

Just as his fingers brushed a little higher, Laureen suddenly halted him with a gentle hand on his wrist. Fear gripped Cassian's heart; he worried he had crossed a line or misread her intentions. But when he looked up, he was met with Laureen's mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling with playful intent.

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"That's enough on this leg," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You can start on the other now."

Relieved and somewhat emboldened, Cassian moved to her other leg, this time skipping the foot and calf entirely. He went straight for her thigh, his hands gripping it from the middle, feeling the warmth and softness of her skin.

He glanced at her, half-expecting her to object as his hands crept higher up her thighs. But when she remained silent, he continued, squeezing the soft flesh beneath his fingers. Her thighs were large, so much so that even three of his hands wouldn't be enough to fully encompass them.

They were incredibly soft, slightly moist, and silky to the touch, but each press and squeeze sent a strange sensation coursing through his body—a feeling that stirred something deep in his crotch, a sensation he recognized from those odd, intense moments upon waking in the morning.

But this feeling was far more intense, almost overwhelming. He wanted to explore it further, to understand what was happening. As he inched his hands higher, his fingers now just a few inches below the top of her thighs, he squeezed again, feeling the firmness beneath the softness.

His hands brushed against both thighs as she kept them close together while he massaged, making the sensations even more potent.

For some reason, Laureen intensified the sensation by rubbing her feet against his crotch. Cassian wasn't sure why she was doing it, so he hesitantly asked, "Miss Laureen, I'm feeling... weird down here."

"Oh, where? Here?..." Laureen replied in a surprised yet eager tone as she rubbed his hardness with feet. Her smile grew wider as she asked, "How so?"

Cassian felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He had never discussed anything about his private parts before. Russell had always taught him that such things should remain private until he found someone he truly loved. But the concept of love was as foreign to him then as it was now.

All he knew was that the sensation in his crotch was growing more intense, almost like a pressure building up that he wanted to release, but he didn't know how or if it was even alright to do so. His mind felt like it was on fire.

"Umm... it's like... it makes me want to... go higher on your thighs... and for some reason, touch the spot between them... and you're rubbing your feet on it..." he stammered, his face flushed with a deep blush.

Laureen's eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched him struggle to explain, her smile full of anticipation as he continued, "It's... almost like... my thing here... wants to burst..."

Laureen had achieved what she came for, and it had, surprisingly, been easier than she anticipated. However, she still needed to address half of what she required. Acting understanding, she moved closer to Cassian, her legs encircling him as she placed her thighs against his, just a few inches from where her crotch brushed against him. With a teasing smile, she said, "Can you show me?

I might know a way to help with that weird feeling or at least stop it for now."

"Show you... my thing?" Cassian blurted out in shock, his hands still resting on her thighs. The proximity allowed him to catch a hint of a floral, sunny scent mixed with the smell of sweat. The intensity of his sensations only grew as he continued.

Laureen, unfazed by his reaction, nodded calmly and said, "It's the part where you're feeling weird, right?"

Cassian hesitated, then reluctantly pulled his hands away from her thighs. He quickly reached back, surprising Laureen. Looking at her with a mix of urgency and embarrassment, he asked, "Can you help me with this? I'm afraid the feeling might withdraw if I stop touching your thighs."

Laureen chuckled softly at his request. With a knowing smile, she nodded and replied, "Alright, but you have to promise not to tell anyone about what happens here."

"I promise," Cassian said, his voice tinged with nervousness. He watched as Laureen's hands moved toward the bulge in his pants, her touch making him tense as he felt her fingers through the fabric.