Chapter 406: Edge of Obedience (R-18)
Cassian had shoved part of her robe into Analisa’s mouth, muffling her threats to stop him. She hadn’t actually done anything beyond voicing them, but he couldn’t shake the fear—after all, she was a grand mage. With just a snap of her fingers, she could reduce him to ashes... or worse.
Yet, as his filthy words spilled out, she only answered with angry, muffled noises, never striking back. That silence emboldened him. Now, with her bra tossed aside and her nipples hardened under his touch, Cassian grew bolder still. He sucked on one breast while tugging and twisting the other, teasing it until the bud flushed red. Her breasts were heavy in his hand; when he tugged one up by the nipple alone, it held its shape, stubbornly firm despite her age. The realization made his cock twitch—she was older, yes, but no less dangerous in body than in power.
And if those breasts didn’t tempt him, then he wasn’t much of a man at all. Their sheer size alone could drive any man mad. Paired with her pale, milky skin, they were irresistible. Cassian couldn’t get enough—he squeezed, kneaded, and sucked greedily, trying to fit as much of her into his mouth as he could. Analisa answered with muffled moans, writhing faintly as if to free her hands. But her struggles were half-hearted at best—after all, the knot binding her wrists was laughably loose. If she really wanted to break free, she could have done so in an instant. A spark of defiance flared in her eyes anyway, even gagged, as if daring him to underestimate her.
That thought only drove him further. His other hand slipped lower, brushing over the grey, patchy hair between her thighs before finding the heat of her folds. His fingers pushed in and out, slow at first, teasing, each motion making a wet, gushing sound that betrayed just how drenched she had become.
"I thought this old cunt of yours would just be loose and useless... but look at it dripping," Cassian mocked, his voice low and dangerous.
Every insult carried risk—he knew it. A grand mage like her could turn him into ash with a twitch of her fingers. Yet each time he spoke filth, he felt her folds clench tighter around his probing fingers, as though her body betrayed her pride. That reaction chipped away at his fear, daring him to go further.
"Or maybe," he leaned in, lips curling with a cruel smile, "you’re just that much of a slut. Getting wet from just little fingering... and from someone worthless, someone who already did the same to your granddaughter."
At those words, Analisa’s thighs trembled, her walls tightening around him with desperate strength. She was on the verge of breaking—yet before the trembling could blossom into release, Cassian pulled his hand away. Her muffled cry broke into a loud, frustrated moan. Denied. Starved.
’Why? Why isn’t he letting me have it?’ the thought clawed at her, heat and fury tangling in her chest. ’How could I let him do this to me?’ She told herself she wanted to kill him—wanted nothing more than to see him burn to death. At least... that’s what she liked to think.
But there was something else she wanted—something her body screamed for, something her mind couldn’t fully deny. An orgasm. Not the kind she could give herself, nor the kind she could command from any number of men at her beck and call. No, deep down, she wanted Cassian to be the one to drag it out of her.
’Fucking bastard, just let my arms loose and I’ll strangle you myself...’ she seethed inwardly, even as her trembling thighs pressed tight together, trying to grind out the edge of release on their own. It was pathetic, desperate—yet she couldn’t stop her body from betraying her like this. Still, she pressed back into him slightly, a tiny act of defiance even with the gag.
’Why would Brigid like this? It’s so damn frustrating...’ The thought burned, but there was no denying it: Brigid enjoyed this kind of cruel play. Analisa had wanted to feel what her granddaughter felt, to understand it—but so far, all she’d found was torment.
And Cassian only drew it out further. His hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing, teasing, twisting. She writhed under his touch, unable to find release, when he chuckled darkly above her.
"Heh... you were about to cum, weren’t you?"
"Mmmhhffuuhhh... eeehhhmhh... aghhh—!" she could only spit muffled curses into the cloth stuffed in her mouth. Cassian didn’t bother to listen. His hand slid down, gripping the soft folds of her stomach as he sneered, "What’s this now? Fourth time already? And that’s in just fifteen minutes. Brigid at least manages to hold out ten before getting this close once. But you... hah—what can I say? Look at you, dripping for me, and still thinking you could ever stop me. Guess it makes sense—who’d want to bed an old hag with a fat belly? Yet here you are, dripping for me."
’I’m going to tear him to pieces, this bastard...’ Analisa fumed silently, her fury thrumming beneath every ragged breath. If Cassian could hear her thoughts, he’d probably be on his knees begging for forgiveness. But he couldn’t. And so, with every insult and every squeeze, his fear of the cult’s powerful elder slipped away, replaced by a reckless boldness that dared him to go further.
Cassian’s fingers danced over her folds again, slow and deliberate, teasing the wetness that had betrayed her pride. Analisa’s muffled cries filled the cloth in her mouth, sharp with frustration and shame.
"You think you can handle this because Brigid likes it, huh?" he whispered, voice low and cruel. "You want to know what it’s like to feel what your granddaughter does... but your body—this fucking obscene body—doesn’t make it easy. God, look at you... all fat in the wrong places, yet dripping like some young virgin."
Her eyes flashed beneath the gag, fury and humiliation warring with the undeniable pleasure that made her body betray her every thought. She struggled against the loose knots, tiny jerks that did almost nothing—but he noticed them all.
"You thought you could be like Brigid, didn’t you?" he murmured cruelly, lips brushing her ear as he toyed with her. "Same moans, same desperate little noises... but you’re not her. You’re old, wrinkled, obscene... and still dripping for me. Look at you, begging without even realizing it."
But her body didn’t care. Her pulse thrummed, a tight coil of desire threatening to snap, and the rough edges of his insults only made it coil tighter. Each teasing push of his fingers sent shivers racing through her, threatening release, and each pull away twisted her mind into frustration.
Cassian leaned close, eyes dark, smirking. "But... I have to admit something." He slid his hand along her folds again, teasing and probing. "I like it. I like this disgusting, obscene body of yours. Every fold, every tremble, every desperate moan you make... I’ve been dying to fuck it into oblivion."
Saying this, he lifted the cloth from her mouth, letting her breathe, though she remained tied down. Her gasp filled the air. Eyes wide, trembling, caught somewhere between fury and forbidden desire.
"You want it too, don’t you?" Cassian said with a smirk that didn’t falter, even under her angry glare. "My dick... deep in your old cunt?" He dragged his fingers slowly over her folds, teasing her clit as her glare faltered, her eyes dropping involuntarily. A muffled moan escaped her lips, interrupted by a curse: "You bas...nghhhhh—!"
Her face was flushed, sweat glistening on her forehead and cheeks, strands of gray hair clinging damply. Even gagged, a thin line of saliva escaped, mixing with her moans.
Cassian leaned closer, voice low and taunting: "Don’t lie. Just admit it. Be honest with yourself... tell me your old cunt wants me deep inside."
As his hand squeezed the soft skin just above her patchy area, she gasped, "No, I don’t want to... ahhhh—" But a moan slipped out anyway, followed by the wet, slapping sound between her thighs as Cassian delivered a light, teasing slap.
"Be honest with yourself," he murmured, smirking. "Tell me you want it..."
He leaned down, forcing her to pause her frantic thigh-squeezing, then slapped her again, sharper this time. "Tell me... what do you want?"
Her body trembled again, wet sounds escaping as she moaned loudly, eyes rolling back despite her effort to focus. Her chest heaved, making her ample breasts jiggle with each movement. Cassian’s hand delivered a few more sharp slaps.
"Or should I go to Brigid?" he teased, his smirk sharp. "She’s far more honest than you... and far more pleasurable than this loose pussy of yours could ever be."
His words sent her heart racing. Her body jittered uncontrollably from the stinging slaps, and she finally cried out, loud and desperate, "I want it... I want your dick... ahhh..."
Cassian’s grin widened at her admission, slightly surprised at how fast it came—less than an hour in. But a flicker of caution ran through him; he had no idea when her frustration might turn into anger. Still, seeing her flushed, pleasure-struck face made it impossible to stop. He revealed himself fully, his already hard, pre-cum leaking length pressing against her, and gave another sharp slap, this time across her face and that also with his penis, the sudden heat and scent from it overwhelming her senses.
She felt conflicted—disgusted yet oddly tempted, the scent of a man overwhelming her senses and making her walls clench tightly. Her gaze fixed on the source, and she was met with the shocking sight of Cassian’s hard, heavy length resting near her lips. It was bigger than she expected, hot and firm, and the sight made her nervous, yet undeniably aroused.
Cassian smirked down at her, his voice low and teasing: "Well, then... show me you want it. Show it properly—use your lips, your mouth... give it the love it deserves, only then you can have it."