I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!!

Zafron emerged from the bathroom, toweling off the last droplets of water from his body. Behind him, Bobbles' voice rang out, "Wait for me to get dressed!" But Zafron was already closing the door, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

As he pulled on his clothes, a barrage of system notifications pinged in his ear. Zafron winced, making a mental note to leave them untouched until he got home. He had a pretty good idea what they were about, and right now, he wanted to savor the moment without distractions.

Fully dressed, Zafron sprawled across the bed, his eyes drifting shut as a contented smile spread across his face. The softness of the mattress beckoned him towards sleep, the pings in his ear fading to a distant buzz.

He was on the brink of dozing off when the gentle clink of glass against glass jolted him awake. Zafron's eyes snapped open, immediately locking onto the figure standing by the bed.

Cassandra stood there, wine glass in hand, looking immaculate. All traces of the slime that had covered her earlier were gone, replaced by her usual polished appearance. Her eyes sparkled with something that made Zafron's breath catch in his throat.

As their gazes met, a half-smirk played on Cassandra's lips, mirroring the lingering smile on Zafron's face. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.

Zafron broke the silence first. "How was it? Did you like it?"

Cassandra tilted her head, her smirk deepening. "Like what, exactly?"

Confusion flitted across Zafron's face before realization dawned. The slime, Bobbles – all gone. This was Cassandra, back in her regular form, taking their role-playing to a new level. Well, two could play at that game. Well, she had a role, what stopped him from having one? And since she was back to regular, goofy ass Cassandra, then...perhaps, it was time for Zafron to be who he was known best for?

Straightening up, Zafron slipped back into his role as her bodyguard. "My apologies, Ms. Cassandra. I was... momentarily disoriented."

Cassandra's eyes glinted as she perched on the edge of the bed, her leg brushing against Zafron's. "Disoriented? That's unlike you, Zafron. Care to elaborate?"

Zafron swallowed hard, fighting to maintain his professional demeanor despite the electricity crackling between them. "It's nothing of consequence, ma'am. Shall we discuss rescheduling our garden visit? The one that was... interrupted earlier?"

Leaning in close, Cassandra's breath ghosted over Zafron's ear. "Oh? And here I thought you might have other activities in mind," she purred. Zafron's sharp intake of breath made her chuckle as she pulled back, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him.

"Ms. Cassandra," Zafron started, his voice strained, "I believe it's important we revisit our plans, now that Lucien is no longer... a concern."

Cassandra's eyes danced with amusement. "Always so focused on duty, Zafron. But tell me, what were you smiling about when I walked in? It must have been quite... pleasant. Perhaps not garden-related at all?"

Heat rose to Zafron's cheeks as memories of their earlier encounter flooded his mind. "I... I was merely reflecting on the success of our last...eh... mission, ma'am." Zafron said with a wink to accompany it.

"Is that so?" Cassandra's gaze roamed over Zafron's face, lingering on his lips. "And here I thought it might have something to do with a certain... slimy situation. Far more exciting than any garden, I'd wager."

Zafron's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and desire flashing across his features. "You remember?"

Cassandra laughed, the sound rich and warm. "Of course I remember, you fool. Did you think I'd forget something like that so easily?" She leaned in closer, her lips nearly brushing his. "In fact, I was thinking we might need a... repeat performance. For research purposes, of course.

The garden can wait."

Zafron's breath hitched, his professional facade crumbling. "Research purposes?"

"Mm-hmm," Cassandra hummed, her fingers tracing patterns on his arm. "We need to be prepared for all eventualities, don't we? What if the garden is invaded by slime creatures? We should be... intimately familiar with how to handle such a situation."

Their faces were inches apart now, the tension between them almost unbearable. Zafron's gaze flickered to Cassandra's lips, then back to her eyes. "That's... very thorough of you, Ms. Cassandra."

Cassandra's smile was wicked. "I'm nothing if not thorough, Zafron. Now, shall we begin our... field research?"

As Zafron leaned in, his heart racing, Cassandra suddenly pulled back, her laugh tinkling through the air. "But first, those garden plans. We wouldn't want to neglect our actual agenda, would we? Unless... you had something else in mind?"

Zafron groaned, frustration evident on his face. "You're a cruel woman, Ms. Cassandra."

"Oh, you have no idea," Cassandra winked, standing up. "Come along, Zafron. Plans now, play later. If you're good, maybe we'll have time for some... hands-on exploration. In the garden, of course."

"It's interesting though that you remember what happened. You were almostba different person in there," Zafron said as he sat facing her. She hadn't gotten up yet. She smiled, a wide smirk playing across her face before it vanished.

"Short memory, but I don't remember doing any of the things you might be suggesting," Cassandra put her head on the sofa back so it was only inches away from his hand.

"You are right, you haven't fucked me...yet," he said quietly and lifted his finger to touch her cheek. "l still have a chance to make the right move, correct? ..."

"Correct, make the right one, you may not have another chance." Cassandra said.

The mockery was still in her eyes, but he was not deterred. He knew from the start what he wanted.

He took the glass from her hand and put it on the table. He moved closer, lifted up her chin and kissed her gently. She kissed him back. He touched her neck, then slid his hand to her shoulder, underneath the shirt.

She was an amazing kisser, and tasted of wine. Her lips were soft and very warm. He put his tongue in her mouth, she met it with hers and they played together for a while, every second the kiss getting more passionate. Without breaking it Cassandra moved towards him, and sat on his lap facing him. Her breathing was fast.

Zafron broke the kiss when he felt out of breath.

"That's the skill you have there. Seems you can use your tongue to do more than inflicting wounds on people's ego," he said appreciatively.

"You haven't seen nothing yet," she replied, snorting slightly.

"Why don't you show me?"

"What do I get in return?" she asked with a playful smile dancing in the corner of her mouth.

Zafron moved his head to nibble at her ear.

"Anything you want," he whispered.

Cassandra shuddered.

"Mmm, you must be really determined. I like a man who knows what he wants."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again gently nibbling and licking. Zafron put his hands in the back pockets of her shirt and pulled her closer. He was already hard and wanted her to feel that. He heard her soft purring as she gently moved up and down grinding on his hard dick.

Zafron moved his head lower to her neck and brushed his mouth all the way to her shoulder. He undid the buttons of her shirt to get better access and reveal her breasts enclosed in a black lace bra.

"Mmm, I like it," he murmured seeing her nipples poking through the lace. He enjoyed the view for a moment while Cassandra was busy undoing his shirt.

He felt her warm, soft hands on his chest, then she murmured, "Yes, me too."

Zafron reached down to pull the shirt from her skirt and got rid of it in two seconds. He slowly pulled the straps of her bra and freed her breasts from their confinement. They were perfect. Large, firm with dark nipples that were already hard. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it. Cassandra moaned.

He held the other one between his fingers and squeezed it lightly. Another moan told him she liked it. He played with her nipples, licking, sucking and grazing, noting with satisfaction that the frequency of Cassandra 's moans increased and her breathing became heavier, with each one, her breasts were moving up and down.

"0h yes...that's so good," he heard her voice. She seemed to have difficulty pushing the words out.

She held his head close to her chest and put fingers in his hair, from time to time running her nails on his skin. Every time she did it, hot shivers went down Zafron' spine.

He lifted up his head and smiled. Cassandra 's eyes were unfocussed, but she smiled back.

"Not bad at all," she answered the question he didn't ask. "Now it's my turn."

She slid from the sofa between his legs. She undid his trousers, they were uncomfortably tight for a long time now. He was rock hard. She touched him through his trousers, moved her hand up and down, then rubbed her cheek on him.

Zafron groaned.

She gently freed him from the trousers, smiled appreciatively and licked her lips. Zafron brushed her hair out of the way, he wanted to have a good look. Maybe she guessed that. She looked up at him and very slowly put her tongue to the tip, not breaking the eye contact. She licked it gently, then opened her mouth and took it in.

Shit, this was good!

He watched his dick disappearing in her mouth and felt gentle sucking. She took more in, circling her tongue around the sensitive skin between the tip and the shaft. Zafron put his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the wonderful feeling of Cassandra 's mouth and tongue on his dick. She kept her hand firmly around the base and moved her mouth up and down, licking underneath.

Fucking heaven it was!

Zafron looked at her bobbing head, she took in the whole lenght. He felt the tight back of her throat and groaned again.

Cassandra let go of him and looked up again smiling.

"How did I do?" she asked, licking her lips.

"Amazing! I want more!"

She gave him a half ironic, half satisfied smile.

"You'll get more, but we can't finish this fun too early. I want more too..."

Zafron understood straight away. He helped her up and pulled her towards the big bed on the other side of the room. He gently pushed her on it, sat on her legs and undid her button and zip, kissing and licking around her navel.

He peeled off her Skirts to reveal small, black lace panties. He traced his tongue along the edge of the material and pulled it with his teeth.

He played around for a bit, licking and kissing the bare skin, trying to get as low as he could.

"Take the thing off!" he heard Cassandra 's hiss.

Zafron smiled.

"Impatient," he muttered, but got off her legs and pulled off her Skirts still leaving her little panties on. He wanted to play with it a bit more.

Reaching under her butt, he pulled Cassandra to the edge of the bed and knelt between her legs. He nudged them apart and kissed his way up and down her thighs, taking care of not going too close to her pussy. She was already very wet, the black lace was soaked. Zafron could smell her juices, it was a great smell, it only got him more excited. He could feel his dick twitching again.

Strangely he was buying into the whole idea that Bobbles and Cassandra were two different people. The scent was distinctively different.

He moved his finger down on the lacy material feeling the wetness. Cassandra moaned softly. He hooked his finger underneath and circled his thumb around her clit. Even through the lace he could feel it was swollen and hard. He thought with anticipation about flicking his tongue on it, but the teasing wasn't done yet.