Chapter 318: Steaming Hot Meat Buns

Skadi was blissfully content. Riding with her beloved master was already enough to make her tail wag happily.

But what made it even better was that she wasn’t stuck playing the pillar for Julie anymore.

Every single time she’d ridden with their “sweet and clingy” captain, it had been the same: Julie would panic, clutch onto her like a drowning kitten, and drag her balance off with every gallop.

Even earlier, when they’d seen Julie and Aisha speeding past, she’d caught the familiar chaos, Julie screeching and grabbing, Aisha snapping at her to let go.

Skadi had almost felt bad…almost. It was far too funny to watch.

Now, though, she had the best seat in the world, right in front of her master, snuggled up close. She hadn’t gotten much alone time with him recently, and she was planning to milk this moment for everything it was worth.

She imagined the stories he’d tell, the way he’d point at the horizon with that soft voice of his, the way they’d look at the fates together. She’d even packed her favorite snacks to share with him along the way.

But…her master seemed to have a slightly different plan in mind.

She realized it when his hands didn’t stop at her hips, where they’d rested for the last stretch of road. Instead, they slid forward. Slow. Intentional. His palms glided up over her waist, over her belly, fingers fanning out lightly until they brushed over her ribcage, then higher.

Skadi’s breath caught the instant she felt his fingers curve under her breasts, palms cupping the soft weight of them right through the fabric of her tunic.

Her back stiffened slightly, her hands tightening on the pommel of the saddle, but she didn’t pull away. She just…stayed there. Pressed to him.

Her thighs squeezed tighter around the horse, as though the sudden warmth between her legs might make her slip if she didn’t grip tighter.

Cassius then chuckled low beside her ear, his breath brushing against her skin. “You’re so soft here, Skadi.” He murmured, his voice calm, almost thoughtful, as his thumbs slid inward, brushing slowly across her nipples through the cloth.

She bit her lip, eyes wide, cheeks flushing deep red. She tilted her face away instinctively, but she didn’t move from his grasp. She couldn’t.

Her body was taut with nervousness, with heat. Her nipples peaked immediately under his touch, the soft fabric suddenly agonizingly thin.

His thumbs moved again, slow circles, coaxing quiet shivers from her as she leaned back into him in spite of herself. His hands cupped her breasts fully now, massaging them with slow squeezes, fingers kneading into the flesh with a practiced rhythm that made her knees want to melt.

“Nnnh…Master.” She gasped softly when he pinched one nipple between his fingers through her clothes, the sudden spike of sensation forcing a trembling breath from her lips.

“You like that don’t you, Skadi?” He said, not asking.

His voice was lower now, lips brushing her ear, and he knew exactly what he was doing, how his fingers worked the soft mounds of her chest in time with the sway of the horse, how each squeeze sent a jolt of heat right between her legs.

“You like riding with me more than with that captain of yours, don’t you?”

Skadi couldn’t answer. Her lips parted, breath unsteady, chest rising and falling quickly beneath his hands. He rolled both nipples between his fingers this time, and she gave a soft, high-pitched whimper, her hips shifting forward helplessly, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation but only pressing herself tighter into him.

“M-Master…” She whimpered, voice small, trembly. “I thought…we were gonna eat snacks together.”

Cassius cocked a brow, his smile twitching with amusement, not stopping his slow, insistent groping.

“I-I brought a lot…” She continued, her words tumbling out in a breathy rush, face redder by the second. “I even made sandwiches for both of us…t-turkey and cheese, and peanut butter ones too…with honey…I-I really worked hard on them.”

Her gaze dropped toward her lap, or more precisely, her chest, those soft, heavy breasts mashed and molded under her master’s fingers. Her hands hovered uselessly at her sides, unsure whether to protect her chest or let him continue. Her blush deepened, her ears burning.

“I…I didn’t expect something like this…” She mumbled, voice barely above the wind’s whisper. “I don’t know what to feel.”

Cassius leaned down slightly, his lips grazing the top of her ear.

“Well, I don’t need those, since in already enjoying my own snacks right now.” He said.

Skadi blinked, confused, brows knitting adorably. “H-Huh…?”

He lifted his hands, still clutching her breasts firmly, presenting them right in front of her wide-eyed face like he was holding up prized treasure at a market stall.

Her soft, pale mounds spilled through the gaps in her cleavage, plump and slightly flushed from all his attention, nipples peeking out taut and slick loose from her bra from his fingers’ ministrations.

“These two meat buns…” He said casually. “…are the snacks I’m talking about.”

“W-Wha…meat buns?!” She squeaked eyes widening with a childlike mixture of shock and disbelief.

“Mmhmm.” He replied, voice rich and unbothered, fingers sinking back into her soft flesh. “These are more delicious than anything I could ever put in my mouth. Softer than any bun to ever exist.”

“And so warm…so hot, they feel like they’re steaming. If I took a bite out of them right now, I think I’d burn my tongue.”

“T-That’s wrong, Master!” Skadi flushed harder, sputtering. “These aren’t meat buns, th-they’re Skadi’s breasts!”

“Hmm?” He tilted his head, as if considering her statement seriously. Then gave them a gentle bounce, watching them jiggle in his palms with something between reverence and devilish joy.

“They might be your breasts.” He said. “But they look and feel like meat buns. Big, fat ones. Hot and heavy and stuffed full of deliciousness.”

She made a little choking sound, her lips puffed out in embarrassed protest.

“But Master, they’re not even useful like meat buns are!” She cried, crossing her arms under her chest, unintentionally squeezing them up more into his hands. “They’re just…big and fat all the time! Just filled with unnecessary fat and stuff! At least meat buns are filled with tasty meat! Juicy, flavorful, mmm…dripping meat…!”

“So you’re saying meat buns are better than your own breasts?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the earnest frustration in her voice.

“Yes!” She huffed, nodding seriously. “Meat buns are divine! They’re hot and juicy and wonderful, and they taste amazing! My breasts are just…big and dumb and squishy and get in the way when I try to fight or run or eat…”

Cassius gave another amused chuckle and lifted her breasts again, hefting their weight like he was judging the size of two heavy gourds.

“Maybe that’s what you think.” He said, voice low and warm against her neck. “But to me…”

He leaned in closer, letting her feel the pressure of his chest against her back, his breath trailing down her neck as his fingers pressed in deeper, shaping and molding her mounds.

“To me, your big, juicy, fat tits are better than any meat bun out there.” He whispered.

He emphasized his point with a squeeze, thumbs pressing into her areolas, fingers sinking into her soft undercurve, drawing out another shivery moan from her lips.

“They’re heavy and full. Perfectly shaped. Soft like silk and hot like steam.” He murmured. “The way they fit in my hands, the way they move when I touch them…gods, Skadi, I could eat these every day of my life and never get tired of them.”

“I want to. I want to bury my face in them and suck on these pink little tips until you’re squirming and crying in my arms.”

Her legs squeezed the saddle involuntarily, hips shifting again. She stared forward, lips parted, dazed.

“E-Eating them…every day…?” She echoed, dazed. “Like…every breakfast…?”

He nodded against her. “Every meal.”

She went quiet for a moment, processing. Her mind swirled with conflicting thoughts, her natural pride in food, her love for delicious treats, and the strange but oddly touching way he compared her to something she held so dear.

Then she smiled, small, uncertain at first, then widening with shy pride.

“…You think they’re better than meat buns?” She asked, blinking up at him with a strange mix of innocence and hopefulness.

“I know they are.” He said, pulling her tighter against his lap. “You taste better. Feel better. You’re my favorite snack, Skadi.”

Skadi blinked, heart pounding like a drum. Her hands lifted almost automatically and cupped her own breasts beneath his, squeezing them shyly, as though testing his words for herself.

“M-My breasts are better than meat buns…” She whispered to herself, almost in disbelief.

Then she giggled, quiet and breathless, a flustered, innocent sound, as she bounced them slightly in her hands. “M-My breasts are super juicy… and Master like my breasts more then meat buns. That’s just how amazing they are! Hehe.”

Cassius watched her fondly as she played with them, squeezing her flushed mounds, rolling her fingers experimentally over her now sensitive nipples.

“I’ll still share snacks with you later…” She then murmured softly, eyes twinkling with childish sincerity. “But…if Master like these meat buns of mine this much…t-then maybe I’ll let you eat them a little too.”

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