It had been almost half an hour since Analisa’s first orgasm, and she hadn’t stopped cumming even once since then. Her body refused to calm down, trembling and clenching as if mocking her own attempts to hold herself together.

Now she was bent forward, arms yanked back and pinned in Cassian’s grip, her body forced into position with every hard thrust driving into her from behind. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her, smacking her chest with each slam of his hips. Sweat traced lines down their swollen curves, highlighting the deep navel glistening across her stretched stomach.

Her belly pulled taut from arching so far back, even stretched her full flesh, streaked with sweat, making her look even more obscene than before. Grey hair clung to her neck and back, strands plastered to her flushed face. She could barely breathe without another grunt breaking free, each caught between shame and the raw heat tearing through her body.

Cassian held her like nothing but a body to be used, arms stretched behind her so she couldn’t move an inch, keeping her locked in place while he hammered into her. The room echoed with obscene wet slaps as his thighs met her soft buttocks, each thrust louder than the last.

If he could have cloned himself, one version would have been in front, watching every angle—the bounce of her breasts, the obscene jiggle of her belly folds, the slack of her mouth as she struggled to hold back another cry.

Questions clawed at her mind, fragmented and desperate:’Should I just give in?’’Is it alright if I stop fighting?’

Her body ignored her thoughts, spasming around him again and again. Each thrust dragged her higher, closer to an impossible edge she didn’t know she could survive. Razor-sharp control had dissolved long ago—every insult, every jab, every obscene sound her body made had shredded it.

Fear clawed at her sanity.’What if I can’t come back from this?’’What if I lose control forever?’’What if I’m nothing but a trembling, gushing body beneath him, moaning as he calls me worthless?’

"You cultist slut... what are you thinking?" Cassian growled, ignoring the storm in her mind as he slammed into her hard. "Your pussy... gushing nonstop, and it’s only made me cum once. Come on... tighten up, or I won’t even make it past three times tonight."

’All night?’ Fear and excitement twisted through her. It hadn’t even been two hours. How could she survive it?

Her core flared, releasing a hot, fast stream that splashed across the bed and pillows. She moaned, voice trembling over his smirk: "C-cumming... c-cumming..."

Cassian’s eyes widened. "You can still do that?" A cruel smirk tugged at his lips. "I can’t wait to show Brigid—her all-powerful grandmother squirting under my cock..."

At the mention of Brigid, her walls clenched tighter, the stream spiking in intensity. Cassian grunted at the sudden tightness, smirking. "You want that, don’t you? You perverted old bitch... that’s your granddaughter?"

"No, I don’t..." she gasped, eyes watering. "I don’t... ngh... it’s lie... c-cumming..."

Cassian seized her neck, teeth sinking in. "Don’t... don’t bite..." she whimpered, weakly pushing, but he didn’t relent. Her squirming, tightening pussy only pushed him closer to his climax, her release pouring out for what felt like endless seconds. When she finally pulled his head from her neck, she pressed her lips to his in a desperate kiss—this time, by her own will, heat and pleasure still roaring.

’Why am I letting him talk to me like that... hold me like this... and I still can’t resist?’ she thought, horrified. She shouldn’t be acting like this—she hadn’t clawed her way to the top of the cult with a weak will. She’d survived on cunning, strength, and discipline—slaying High Circle warriors, beings considered gods, without ever succumbing. Yet now, after only a few hours with this puny Circle warrior, she was a moaning, desperate old woman, unable to stop herself, unable to resist him treating her body like a toy.

Cassian hadn’t expected it to be this easy. He had planned to use his superior skill to make her at least tolerate him, like her granddaughter. But this—this complete surrender—was beyond anything he had imagined. Not even Lady Katherine, deprived for years, had given in so completely.

She was different. Analisa had fought, manipulated, clawed her way to power. And now, beneath him, she was reduced to gasps, moans, and trembling.

"Well, what does it matter?" he muttered, eyes tracing her tear-filled gaze, the slack of her mouth, tongue glistening. "She’s just another bitch in heat... and an old one at that..." His smirk widened as he dove into another sloppy, possessive kiss.

Each slam into her soaked, clenching folds dragged a guttural groan from him, his cock swelling inside her battered walls. "Hah... ngh—fuck... you feel that, don’t you?" he hissed through clenched teeth, yanking her arms higher, bending her spine until her breasts swung wildly beneath her. "Your old body trying milk me once more, like it’s starving. Like nobody’s dared to cum it up in years."

The words shot through her like knives, shame and heat mixing as her walls betrayed her, clutching at him harder, wetter.

Cassian’s thrusts grew heavier, his hips slamming down against her raised butt as he felt his release clawing its way out. One arm was locked tight around her neck, holding her arched in that humiliating pose, her backside jutting up to take every brutal stroke. His other hand gripped her breast, fingers digging deep into the sagging flesh, squeezing it as if to remind her what she’d become.

Her body clung to him all the same. One hand wrapped tight around the back of his head, pressing him down to her neck, urging him closer, while the other dug into his waist, holding him in place as if afraid he might pull out too soon. She pressed him harder, as though begging silently for more even as her face betrayed the strain.

He barked out a cold laugh, hips hammering her ass until it rippled from the force. "And why would they? Look at you... tits hanging like fat udders, cunt dripping like some desperate sow. No man wants to waste his seed in this dried-up womb."

Her nails bit into his skin, her grip on his waist tightening, dragging him harder against her. Her back bowed further from the pull of his arm, ass bouncing with every slam of his hips. She pressed his head lower, as if to force his mouth near her neck, desperate for even the faintest touch of his lips.

Cassian ignored it, grinding out another insult between grunts. "You better remember this, hag. Every shudder, every drop making your body quake—it’s all me. Without me, you’d stay empty, never feel a damn thing again." His hand crushed her breast harder, pulling it up roughly in his palm as he thrust. "Say it in your head if you’re too proud—thank you, Cassian, for filling me up."

Analisa’s face twisted between strain and something she refused to name. Her lips parted, teeth biting down hard, her cheeks hot as the rough slaps of his hips echoed through the room. Each time he bottomed out inside her, her eyes squeezed shut, lashes trembling as if to block out the shame of how her body clung to him.

Her vagina betrayed her worse than her face did. The moment his penis swelled inside her, her walls clenched down hungrily, pulling at him with a lewd, desperate suction. She felt every vein on him drag through her, raw nerves sparking across her body, and no matter how hard she tried to resist, her cunt gripped him as if it wanted to keep him buried forever.

His body stiffened suddenly, and he groaned low into her ear, ramming himself deep as his orgasm tore through him. Hot spurts of seed burst into her womb, flooding her used-up insides with another heavy load. He held her down by the neck, pinning her in that arched pose while he pumped the last of it out, hips jerking violently against her ass.

Her back bowed further, her ass bouncing from his merciless rhythm, and her eyes fluttered open wide just as his member throbbed violently inside her.

Then it hit.

Cassian groaned low, shoving himself balls-deep as his orgasm tore through him. Hot ropes of seed erupted into her womb, one after another, flooding her insides in thick spurts. Analisa’s eyes flew open, her mouth parting in a soundless gasp, her face twisted in shock and unwilling bliss. She felt it —the heavy heat filling her, spreading deep into her stomach until her whole body buzzed with warmth.

Her vagina clamped down hard, spasming around him as if it was desperate not to let a drop escape. Each gush of his seed made her walls suck tighter, milking him, forcing every last spurt to empty into her. The sensation sent a trembling rush through her body, her nerves shorting out as her brain drowned in the obscene ecstasy.

A flood of chemicals surged to her head, her thoughts blurring, sanity cracking apart under the raw pleasure. It was as though her body itself betrayed her pride, offering thanks in the only way it could—by trembling, by squeezing, by drowning in the warmth of being filled.

Cassian sneered as he ground the last of his orgasm into her."Another shot for your wasted womb," he spat, voice hoarse, his hand still crushing her breast. "Don’t say I never did you favors. You’ll remember this every time that empty body of yours aches for more."

Analisa’s hands shook against him. One still pulled at his head, pressing his face near her neck, while the other clawed harder at his waist. Her chest rose and fell against his hand, breaths ragged, as her eyes glazed over with the last scraps of her composure vanishing.

Her womb twitched helplessly, as if begging to be filled again, but Cassian tore himself free, leaving her empty and shaking, that stolen warmth dripping out between her thighs