Chapter 412: The Toy, the Witch (R-18)
Analisa was still crouched in the tub, her body in a lewd pose she would never have allowed anyone else to see. Her thighs were spread wide, the fat of them pushing against her own stomach as she balanced herself. Between them, her hairy folds glistened, a wet shine running down toward the bathwater.
Her palms pressed down against Cassian’s thighs, fingers curling into his skin, as if trying to control his movements. His hips were relentless, driving forward again and again, but her grip slowed the worst of the thrusts. His penis was already buried deep in her mouth, thick and heavy, stretching her lips wide and filling her throat until she gagged around the weight.
Drool ran from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her breasts, sliding down the curve of her stomach. Every time he pushed in, the base of his penis smacked against her nose, choking her with the sheer length.
Her eyes watered, throat twitching around him as he forced her to take every inch.
He had driven her right to the edge. She hadn’t wanted this—or at least, she told herself she didn’t—but her mouth kept flooding with saliva as she stared at the thick length dangling in front of her. Enough pretending. "Fine... I’ll do it. But let go of my hair first," she snapped, her voice tight with frustration.
Cassian smirked, releasing his grip, though his hands stayed firmly planted on her head as if daring her to back out. She wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard cock, surprised at the sheer weight of it. Long, lumpy, smelling raw and musky—almost repulsive—and yet it made her pulse race like she was starving for it.
She leaned in, lips parting, and took the swollen tip into her mouth. Her tongue curled against him as she sucked him deeper, her lips stretching wide around the girth. Obscene, humiliating—but she didn’t care. She locked her gaze upward, eyes blazing with angry defiance even as hunger betrayed her.
’He thinks he’s in control again. Bastard... I should bite him, make him stop...’ Her pride bristled, every thought a stab to her ego—but her body refused to cooperate. Her throat, already acclimated, worked on its own, drawing him in and trying to keep him there instead of giving in to the heat lower down.
Her eyes snapped up to glare at him, but with his shaft filling her mouth she couldn’t form an answer. Wet strings of spit hung between his length and her lips when he eased back a little, more drool spilling down her chin.
She froze the moment she felt it swelling inside her mouth, his shaft thickening against her tongue. Cassian’s low grunt made her stomach twist with anticipation.
"Drink it all," he ordered, his voice rough. Before she could even brace herself, his hips surged forward, driving himself deep into her throat.
Her eyes widened, nails digging into his thighs as her jaw strained. The sudden heat burst out of him, thick ropes flooding down her throat with no chance for warning. She gagged, her throat convulsing around him, but there was nowhere for it to go—he was buried too deep.
Her pride screamed at her to fight, to shove him away, to spit it out. But her body betrayed her, swallowing frantically just to keep breathing, pulling every hot spurt into her stomach. Her nose brushed against the base of him, her lungs burning as her throat milked him, desperate not to choke.
Tears stung the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as more of it poured into her. She could taste the salt and bitterness coating her tongue, could feel the thick warmth spreading inside her belly. The humiliation of it—kneeling here, forced to gulp down everything he gave—made her chest ache, but the twitch between her thighs told another truth she couldn’t bear to admit.
When he finally pulled back just enough to let her breathe, strands of semen and spit clung between her lips and his shaft, dripping down her chin. Her chest heaved, gasping for air, but she didn’t let go. She kept her mouth sealed around him, swallowing the last of what he spilled as if afraid to waste even a drop.
Cassian looked down at her, his hand still gripping her head, and smirked at the sight—her eyes wet, her mouth stretched, her throat working to take all of him.
But she didn’t lash out in anger. Not at first. Instead, she felt a rush of heat—excitement curling in her stomach at the sight of his cock still hard. ’It’s still ready... it should be inside me, not my throat,’ her body screamed. Her lower mouth was soaked, aching, pulsing for him.
But that brief thrill shattered at his words.
"Another waste of my cum... Now, if you want more, be sure to beg on your knees for it."
Her face froze, the shock killing her arousal in an instant. ’Beg? Me?’
Cassian turned casually toward the bathroom door, as if he had finished with her, as if she were the one discarded. Rage spiked hot in her chest, trembling her hands.
Her teeth clenched, words scraping out low and sharp."Get back here with that dick of yours... if you want to keep that head on your shoulders."
He stopped mid-step.
Suddenly, invisible hands wrapped around his throat—strong, crushing, merciless. He was yanked off his feet, choking, arms pinned in the same unseen grip. His body lifted into the air like a puppet.
A suffocating, murderous aura filled the room.
Heavy steps echoed across the wet tiles as Analisa’s presence loomed closer. "What do you think of me?" Her voice was cold, each word dripping with controlled fury.
Cassian coughed, the pressure tightening around his neck, but his smirk didn’t fade. His eyes, even wide with strain, glinted with defiance. He tilted his head just enough to catch her approach—chin wet with his semen, lips parted from heavy breaths.
And through the strangled laugh that left his throat, he spat the words like poison:
"A fucking old bitch... so ugly nobody would even wanna fuck you," Cassian rasped through the strain, voice rough but steady.
Her expression twisted into raw fury. The air around her pulsed with power as glowing circles of magic flared in her hands—one sparking with a crackling, blinding yellow, the other radiating searing heat.
She brought them close to his face, the sound of crackling energy filling the room. Her voice dropped to a venomous snarl."You think I won’t kill you just because you’re my granddaughter’s toy? You’re nothing but a lowly one-circle warrior. I’ve broken hundreds stronger than you, turned them into slaves with a snap of my fingers..."
Her hand pressed the lightning rune to his cheek. Sparks tore across his body, electricity snapping through his hair, racing down to his fingertips. His skin blackened and charred under the contact, the bathroom reeking of burnt flesh.
But Cassian never screamed. Even with the invisible grip crushing his throat, suffocating him, even with his flesh searing under her magic—he only kept smirking. Pain immunity dulled the torment, and his defiance mocked her rage with every breathless grin.
Seeing that damned smirk still on his lips, her violet eyes flickered with brief surprise—then hardened, burning with fury. She lifted her other hand, a blazing red circle of fire magic swirling hot enough to warp the air. Bringing it dangerously close to his face, she leaned in with a wide, furious smile.
"You know, Cassian... it’s rare to find a mage who can command multiple elements. I happen to be one of them." Her voice dripped with venom, almost playful. "I can manipulate quite a few... but my favorites? Fire and lightning. Do you know why?"
Cassian stayed silent this time, his instincts telling him not to spit another insult. His jaw tightened, eyes fixed on her, but he refused to answer.
She chuckled lowly, answering herself. "Because they’re two of the most destructive forces that exist. And do you know what’s even better?" She inched the fiery circle closer to his other cheek, the heat scorching the air between them. "When they’re brought together..."