There was really no one else but Angus who Orion expected to approach Cassiopeia initially.  Not that he was better looking than any of his other teammates.  It was simply understood that he was alpha horndog on the team.  He sank or swam by what was between his legs.  The man had his fair share of successful hits.  Orion also recalled being a witness to a few of his epic crashing and burning from incensed women.<br/><br/>The Princess appeared to be soaking up all the attention, and quite rightly so.  She was smokin’ no matter what angle you chose to view her.  When she removed her hat and sunglasses, the Prince noticed a few slightly dropped jaws.  He imagined the entire lot of them must be struggling to quash any pup tents from betraying their horniness, none more so than Angus.  He wasn’t the least bit shy in pressing against her curvy ass.  Orion had held those buns once, so he was well aware of what they felt like.<br/><br/>All eyes, even his, were on Cassiopeia, with one glaring difference.  While the majority of his teammates looked upon her with lust and desire, Orion viewed the pair with amusement, and perhaps a teensy-weensy pinch of pity for Angus.  The Prince, after all, had also fallen for her teach-me-how-to-throw-a-rugby-ball ploy.  At the time, he stood in almost the exact position as Angus was now.  He also knew that Cassiopeia was playing her teacher like a cheap violin.<br/><br/>Predictably, her first attempt went nowhere.  Orion bowed his head, which was the most effective way of hiding his smirk.  He struggled to subdue a laugh, though he did manage it in the end.  No one moved, still enthralled with the sexiness in their midst.  Well, someone had to retrieve the ball, and the Prince took it upon himself to do just that.  This was too good to let it die now.<br/><br/>Tossing the ball back to Angus, he said, “Here ya go, mate.  You, uh, might wanna lean into it a little more.”  A few snickers were heard, while Angus weighed his next lesson.