"Glrk—glrk—gghhhkkk!" The gagging came with wet, obscene slurps as the cult’s mother forced herself down his length, her throat stretching, choking, then swallowing him again. Each time she sank forward, her lips sealed tighter, dragging spit that strung from her chin to his shaft before snapping and dripping onto her breasts.

Cassian pressed her back against the headboard, pinning her arms above her and locking her wrists against the wood. On his knees, hips aligned perfectly, his length hovered exactly where he wanted it.

A guttural groan escaped him as he guided her head. Her throat convulsed with suction, her tongue lashing hot and frantic, refusing to ease even for a second. Those violet eyes—once sharp with murderous intent—now glimmered with something rawer, something she struggled to bury.

’Damn it... no. Not like this. Why won’t my body obey?’ she raged inside. Her jaw only strained harder, lips sealing tight while drool spilled freely. Each thrust scraped his hard, veined length against her throat, sending tingles through her that betrayed her every denial.

Cassian smirked down at her, a cold laugh bubbling out. "Even choking, the great mage still can’t stop wrapping her lips around me." He let his cock slide free with a wet pop, strings of spit and pre-cum smearing her cheek. "Pathetic. Maybe your ancient twat can do better than that mouth."

Her eyes burned with defiance, glaring up even as Cassian dragged his length from her throat. A thick string of spit clung between her lips and the swollen crown, breaking only when he let it fall slick and heavy across her mouth. Drool smeared her chin in wet trails, sticky threads dripping to her chest, mixing with the shine of pre-cum he’d left behind. For an instant she looked wrecked—face glistening like a whore’s—before she tore her wrists free just long enough to swipe at the mess, smearing it across her cheeks in angry futility.

The sudden absence left her chest hollow, twisting with an ache she despised. She wanted more. Gods help her, she wanted it back inside.

When he slapped the tip against her swollen lips, a wet smack echoed, and a shuddered breath slipped free, half-moan, half-snarl.

"Though with how much heart you put into sucking my dick..." His voice dipped into a cruel purr. "...it’s clear you really want it."

Her heartbeat thundered, heat coiling low in her belly. ’Is he finally going to put it in me?’ Shameful, undeniable. ’Why am I excited? Do I truly want him that much?’

Cassian smirked, slapping her lips again, harder, before stepping back to move between her thighs. She jolted, realizing she’d been squeezing them tight, trying—and failing—to hide the slick warmth soaking her folds. His gaze lingered shamelessly, cutting her to the core.

"If it weren’t for your granddaughter, I’d never have even thought about bedding a decrepit hag like you," he mocked. "Embarrassing, even imagining it."

He slid between her thighs, gripping her legs under the knees and pressing them back. Her stomach compressed under the pressure, rolls and folds squishing beneath him, and a low, strained ugh escaped her lips, quickly swallowed.

Her eyes remained locked on his length, utterly transfixed, ignoring his face entirely. His eyes roamed down, taking in the dense patch of hair shielding her folds. Not overgrown, just thick and dark—a stark contrast to the silver on her head—forming a crown right above her wet slit. Earlier, when he’d teased her with his fingers, he’d loved ruffling through it. Now, that memory made him smirk. He ran his fingers lightly over the hair, feeling the slick moisture through it, and she shivered, small trembles rippling through her body.

’Just put it in... for God’s sake...’ she thought, heart racing.

Cassian rubbed the head of his hard, hot length over her hair-framed folds, slicking it with her own fluids. "Filthy, needy little cunt... and you glare at me like that? Pathetic."

’Fucking bastard...’ she cursed silently, glaring. No one had insulted her—or dared curse her—like this in years. And yet, Cassian had managed it in an hour.

The truth was, his words were harsh but not entirely fair. Older in years, yes, but her body betrayed none of it. Her vagina was still tight and responsive, her skin smooth except for fine wrinkles around sharp, glaring eyes. Grey streaked her hair, but the soft curves of her plump form and large, still-elastic breasts made her appearance alluring—more than enough to defy his insults.

Cassian reveled in the sight before him, crushing the pride of this once-powerful Grand Mage. Her power over thousands of cultists was meaningless beneath him. That knowledge made him cautious—he didn’t want to push her into frustration just yet.

Lowering himself, he aimed his length at her entrance. Feeling her walls stretch around him, hot and yielding, he growled, "Say ’thank you’ for what’s coming, ancient bitch... this is what you’ve been wetting yourself for."

With a hard thrust, he didn’t bury himself all at once, letting her body absorb the impact. Shock rippled through her as the head slammed into her womb. Her hands clawed at the sheets, breaths trapped in her throat, teeth clenched.

Her eyes rolled back as her walls clenched around him with desperate intensity. At last, she was undone—her long-awaited orgasm crashing over her, the release for which she had endured all of Cassian’s insults. Every harsh word, every jab at her pride, every taunt had led to this overwhelming, shattering pleasure.

’Yes... fucking yes...’ she screamed inside. But the moment panic set in—his cock sliding out sent another jolt through her.

Her eyes, still rolling, fought to focus on his smirking face beyond the swell of her breasts as she arched her back. "Stop... don’t move—nghh—I’m cumming...!" she cried, trying to swallow her moans through clenched teeth. Her fists twisted the sheets, knuckles white, while Cassian held her thighs firmly in place.

"You feel that, don’t you?" he taunted, cruel and sharp. "An orgasm tearing through a body that should’ve stopped feeling decades ago. That’s my cock reminding your dried-up flesh what it’s for."

He withdrew until only the head remained inside her, then slammed back in hard. The jolt struck her mid-orgasm, turning bliss into overwhelming, crushing waves. ’Fuck... he’s going to break me...’

"Nghh... stop... no...!" she pleaded, trembling, but he ignored her, repeating the rhythm—slow, teasing withdrawals, then brutal thrusts that made her gush, wet sounds echoing between them. Her walls clenched, wringing out more sensations, more unbearable pleasure.

He thrust into her with steady force, reveling in the heat and suffocating tightness of her body—tighter than a clenched fist could mimic. Her inner walls gripped him with desperate strength, but Cassian wanted her pinned, broken, convinced of her worthlessness—wanted her to believe that only he had use for her body.

Even if she knew deep down it wasn’t true, Cassian lashed her with cruel words, piling insult upon insult, grinding her pride down until she believed his venom.

"So be grateful," Cassian growled, voice rough with cruel amusement. "Without my cock, this useless flesh would’ve stayed dead forever. You’ll thank me on your knees later—after I’ve rejuvenated this filthy body of yours with pleasure... and my cum."

Leaning down, he crushed his lips against hers, sucking on her mouth without care for her rolling, near-white eyes, her pupils vanishing as she drowned in overwhelming bliss.

’No... no... I can’t...’ she thought, struggling to hold consciousness. Even as pleasure crashed through her, she didn’t want it—not because she disliked it, but because she knew it would break her. Her body betrayed her. Trembling, quivering, gripping him desperately, she welcomed every thrust despite the fury burning inside her. The heat pooling between her legs blinded her, overwhelming reason, making every cruel word cut deeper, every movement impossibly consuming.

Cassian’s smirk widened as he shifted the rhythm—slow, then fast; cruel, then teasing—a merciless dance designed to shatter her completely: mind, body, and pride. She gasped, cried out, and clenched, caught in a storm of humiliation and ecstasy, unable to tell if she was more terrified or desperate.