Cassius slipped into his room, the heavy window clicking shut behind him as he hummed a low, contented tune. His mind buzzed with lustful delight, replaying the taste of Skadi on his tongue, as well as her trembling moans echoing in his ears.
He pictured her fluffy tail—so soft, so irresistible—twitching under his hands as he'd tease her in the days to come, imagining how he'd wrap it around his fingers, tug it just enough to make her squeal. His cock twitched at the thought, a hungry grin curling his lips as he stepped toward the bathroom, eager to wash off the blood and other juices still clinging to his skin.
But then a voice sliced through his reverie—"Young Master!"—sharp and sudden, freezing him mid-stride and making him stop as if a ghost had whispered in his ear.
