Chapter 407: A Mouthful of Humiliation (R-18)
Analisa froze when the heavy length brushed against her lips. Heat radiated from it, the musky scent crawling into her nose and sinking lower—down to the folds between her thighs where an infuriating tingle pulsed. She wanted to turn her head away, to spit on him, but the ache between her legs made her jaw clench. It was the kind of itch her own hands could never scratch.
Her throat tightened, saliva pooling as the thick shape hovered over her mouth. Even her own tongue betrayed her, darting out to wet her lips as if preparing for it. Still, she sneered, voice sharp despite the heat in her tone."Take this ugly, limp thing away—or I’ll slice it inch by inch. From the size of it... at least twelve cuts. Think you can endure that?"
Cassian gulped, her violet pupils glaring at him like blades. But her thighs rubbing together and her still-bound hands told him more than her words did. Confidence flared as he smacked his length against her lips, forcing her to turn her head aside as it smeared her cheek with sticky pre-cum.
"Why are you lying again?" he murmured with a smirk. "A moment ago you admitted you wanted it..." He grabbed her chin, forced her face back up, pressing against her sealed lips. "So what’s so wrong with showing just how much you want it?"
She glared up at him, lips pressed stubbornly shut, refusing to part for him. Yet the blade never came down—she couldn’t bring herself to actually cut him. His cock wasn’t the largest she’d seen, but it was thick, heavy, and the musky scent filling her nose was intoxicating, not unlike the aura of enchanter mages she once stood beside.
Cassian, meanwhile, felt a cold shiver of fear. He didn’t even know if his odd condition meant he could feel pain there the way he felt pleasure—or if it would grow back like his other limbs could. But against someone at her level, tricks like regeneration wouldn’t save him. She could erase him in an instant.
Her jaw clenched, thoughts snarling against her body’s betrayal. ’Damn it, I do want it, bastard...’ The words almost slipped out, but she swallowed them down, letting them stay in her mind instead. ’But later... later, I’ll cut this damn thing off after I’ve used it once.’
"Ilmmm dmmm itit..." she mumbled, her words muffled by the weight of his cock.
Cassian pulled back, brow raised. "What?"
"I said, I’ll do it," Analisa snapped, her tone dripping with annoyance. She lifted her bound wrists and added dryly, "But first—unbind my hands. Unless you expect me to manage this with telekinesis?"
He had no real objection—if she’d wanted, she could have broken free in an instant anyway. But the moment he freed her, her hands shot forward and seized his cock with a grip far too firm for comfort. Cassian’s heart lurched in his chest, a jolt of terror running through him. For a second, he thought this might be the end of little big Cassian right then and there.
She only glared at him for a long moment before finally wrapping her hand around him, stroking slow and deliberate. "You’d better use this properly after," she muttered, her voice low and edged with threat. "Otherwise, Brigid will only be getting what’s left of you back."
The words sent a chill down Cassian’s spine, her violet eyes cutting into him like daggers. But the fear twisted into excitement—having a woman this powerful, this dangerous, stroking him under her own terms. Even more so when, without breaking her glare, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth. It was shockingly wet, as if she’d downed a gulp of water beforehand just to drown him in it.
The wet, obscene slurping only made him swell harder, lengthening until the tip nearly rammed the back of her throat. She shoved at his hips in reflex, glaring up at him in sharp annoyance—yet instead of pulling away, she went back down, stroking him with one hand while her mouth slid to the base. Her lips wrapped around the underside, tongue dragging hot lines before she took his balls into her mouth, licking and sucking as if daring him to doubt her.
Cassian let out a shaky laugh. "Who’d believe it? An old hag’s lips wrapped around my dick... even swallowing my balls like she’s starving for them." He smirked, meeting her dagger-like glare. "Guess you want dick more than you’d ever admit."
Analisa’s lips dragged over the thick shaft, her tongue betraying her with a hot stroke along its underside. ’Damn it... why does my mouth move on its own?’ she cursed herself, even as the bitter, salty taste spread across her tongue. ’Just once. I’ll use it once, then I’ll rip it off and watch him bleed out like a pig.’
Her hands twitched, bound loosely in front of her chest. Every stroke of her palm made him twitch in her grasp, and the smugness on his face burned hotter than the cock filling her mouth. She wanted to bite down, to end his pleasure in an instant—but her jaw betrayed her, stretching wider, lips sliding down until her throat spasmed.
Cassian groaned, hips jolting forward. "Shit—look at you. A grand mage choking on cock like a desperate little whore."
Her violet eyes flared with fury, glaring up at him. The hate in her gaze only made him harder. He chuckled darkly, pulling back, then shifting his weight. Instead of letting her work him with her hands, he moved over her, straddling her chest. His fingers seized her wrists and pinned them above her head, forcing her arms against the mattress.
"Enough with the hands," he growled, pressing his cock back against her lips. "You’ve got a mouth—use it. Show me what that pretty tongue can do besides running threats."
Analisa snarled against him, muffled, her jaw straining as he rubbed himself over her lips and nose. The smell was sharp, male, humiliatingly addictive. She squeezed her thighs together in shame, feeling another pulse of heat in her core.
’Filthy bastard... treating me like this, holding me down like some farm girl. I’ll burn him alive later. Just let me have it first. Just once.’
Cassian sneered, smacking his length against her cheek before shoving it back between her lips. "Come on, old hag. Drop the act—you’re not fooling anyone. You’ve been drooling for this since the moment I showed it to you." His voice dipped into a mocking drawl as he thrust forward, then jerked his chin toward the spot she’d been desperately rubbing her thighs against earlier. "And with both mouths on top."