Shennong had lied to her. He had told Cassandra that he would give her ti to think about his words, but that was not what happened. Her husband had attended a banquet at a duke’s household, and apparently, he had purposefully ignored Cassandra telling others she was sick so she wouldn’t be able to attend the banquet.
During her ti alone in the mansion, while he was away, Cassandra learned many things.
Shennong visited her every day for the entire week that Baron was gone, teaching her, guiding her and —showing her what it truly ant to be a woman. He awakened feelings she had never experienced before and introduced her to sensations she had never known.
Day 1
As Cassandra strolled through the garden, a sudden force tugged at her hand. She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—only one person could be this bold. It was Shennong himself.
What was he up to? What kind of deviant thing would he do to her? She was curious but then she was even more surprised when he just simply kept his head on her lap and decided to close his eyes.
Shennong lay with his head resting on Cassandra’s lap, his body relaxed as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair. He didn’t care to define what this was, but Cassandra accepted it. She was afraid that other servants would see her, but her desire was far too great for her to completely ignore him.
"What is this feeling? What are we doing?" She found herself in a warm and cozy embrace, his strong arms wrapped around her waist. It felt as if he was trying to pull her even closer with his legs as well, securing her within his hold.
Nothing much. I just wanted to feel your embrace," Shennong answered lazily, already familiar with her thighs despite this being his first ti doing this.
She inhaled his intoxicating, masculine scent, and her already aroused body tingled with need. Why does he sll so good? Cassandra always had to question.
But a deep dissatisfaction coursed through her as she was left wanting more. She had been at the peak of her pleasure, only to be pulled back into reality before she could reach satisfaction every ti she slled this young man who was resting on her lap.
While Cassandra was stroking Shennong’s hair, she noticed a rather intense bulge on his pants which looked hard and strong. Cassandra’s hand moved involuntarily, curiosity and desire rging into one as she traced the shape through the fabric. Her fingers tightened around it instinctively.
It took her a few monts in her dazed state to realize exactly what she was holding, but when she did, a shiver ran through her entire body.
Is this real? Is this his thing? how is this... enormous? If this went inside ...
Cassandra had to question her common sense. Were males supposed to be this big? She had only seen one penis in her lifeti—that of Baron himself—and she felt like she was looking at two completely different things. Baron’s was more akin to a small baby carrot, while Shennong’s was a fully grown aubergine.
A flush of heat spread across her face as she let her fingers explore the length of him. She traced him through his garnts, feeling the heat radiating from him. But it wasn’t enough. A deep craving overtook her, and after a mont of hesitation, her hand slid inside his pants.
Gulp.
She swallowed hard as she felt his bare, rigid flesh against her palm. The hardness, the veins, the sheer size—it was all so intimidating. Her soft fingers followed its length to the very base, where she found not a single hair.
Her breath ca in quick, shallow gasps, a desire to overtake all reason. Her other hand slid between her thighs, her soaked core eagerly welcoming the touch of her fingers. Her body shuddered as she worked herself, her fingers moving in tandem with the strokes she lavished on him.
Shennong stirred slightly, his arms tightening around her waist. He basked in the pleasure for a brief mont before his mind registered the sensation and snapped fully awake.
He had been lying against Cassandra, and now he was acutely aware of her movents. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her heated breath against him. He knew without a doubt that it was her delicate hand wrapped around him, stroking him with maddening slowness.
A smirk curled at the corner of his lips. "Cassandra... what a bold and naughty woman you are," he murmured, his voice thick with amusent and desire.
Cassandra’s entire body froze, all color draining from her face. Her breath hitched as she slowly tilted her head downward, only to find his piercing gaze locked onto her.
Her mind went blank, unable to form a single coherent thought.
But before she could react further, Shennong closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss.
It’s not the ti yet! Let’s take things slow—we have a whole week until your husband cos back," Shennong muttered as he went back to sleeping on Cassandra’s things, while she wondered whether she would be able to recover from this feeling of being loved.
Day 3
Cassandra humd to herself, thinking about the previous two days. Shennong had been treating her as if she were his real partner, making her feel loved. They hadn’t done anything naughty, yet she felt truly fulfilled in both her heart and her body.
On the first day, she gave him a lap pillow, and on the second day, Shennong returned the favor by giving Cassandra a lap pillow. It wasn’t as comfortable as she had expected, though, because she had been aroused the entire ti—able to sll Shennong’s cock quite clearly.
Still, she couldn’t ignore the ache in her lower half, but she knew Shennong would take care of it soday—and she was certain that soday would be today because Shennong had asked her to co into the bath without any maids.
Cassandra did exactly that and told all the maids to leave because she wanted so private ti. After that, she entered the bath, doubting Shennong would be able to enter because of the mansion’s security. Just as she expected, he wasn’t there.
She sighed in disappointnt and started to strip so she could take the bath. First, she loosened her dress, slightly lifted it, and removed it from the top, revealing her very fancy yet simple bra and panties that were covering her juicy breasts and curvaceous ass. They weren’t anything fancy—just simply made of normal cotton.
Cassandra was 36 years old, a woman past her pri in this world. At so point, she had lost all confidence in her looks because her husband had gone for a young girl. But one thing Shennong reminded her of once again was her beauty.
Cassandra had the true body of a milf. Her dark hair fell perfectly down her back, enough to make any man curious about what she was hiding beneath it.
She looked around, hoping Shennong was there. Seeing he wasn’t, she sighed in disappointnt once again before taking off her underwear and wrapping a bath towel around her body.
Then, she slowly but carefully walked toward the bath and subrged herself, thinking about Shennong.
What is this? Why am I searching for him? What am I even doing? This man could be dangerous. He said it himself that he lied about being a normal commoner! He could very well be an enemy of our nation, and I’m here...
Cassandra was lost in thought but then smiled. She smiled like a fool.
Who am I trying to deceive? I want him. My eyes are going all over the place looking for him. Is this what it feels like to be in love? I have never felt wanted like when I am with him. Just the simple act of stroking his hair was enough to set my heart on fire.
Cassandra slowly closed her eyes, knowing that next ti she would help Shennong enter sowhere to overco security. But then, Cassandra felt two strong hands grab her breasts from behind. She quickly looked over her shoulder and was left flabbergasted by the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her life.
Since the water wasn’t that deep, they could clearly see each other’s upper bodies. Cassandra was stunned when she saw Shennong’s perfectly chiselled upper body—tight muscles and well-defined abs.
This was the body of her dreams. This was the type of body she knew she could die for. The young girl within her was drooling, but knowing she was an adult, she reminded herself that she couldn’t react that way.
"She... she... Shennong!" Cassandra muttered, her voice muffled by the emotions she was feeling.
"I knew you would co. I knew you were ready to take hold of your future. So today..." Shennong’s hands were going places they shouldn’t be as he squeezed Cassandra’s left breast, causing her to let out a slight moan. "Today... I will give you sothing you won’t forget!"
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