Both women looked at each other in utter horror.
Pure, genuine fear reflected in their eyes—the kind of fear that came from a primal understanding of what was about to happen.
They had made Cassius release himself multiple times, yes.
But they had seen the aftermath. They had watched him tremble and gasp and lose control completely.
And now he was threatening to do the same to them.
Multiple times over.
The thought of experiencing what Cassius had just gone through—that overwhelming, body-breaking cascade of pleasure that left him shaking and helpless—sent ice through their veins.
It was terrifying.
These were women who had faced the worst demons humanity had to offer. Who had stared down evil in its purest form and not flinched. Who had walked through battlefields stained with blood and fire, their hearts steady, their hands sure.
But now?
Now they felt fear. Genuine, primal, soul-deep fear.
And like anyone facing something truly terrifying, they ran.
"Move!"
"Run!"
