I drape the leather string holding their key around my neck again. Even with it out of sight under my shirt, they watch the spot with narrowed eyes. I sweep forward and slide my arm around their waist, feeling them practically vibrate with pent-up energy.
“I know,a’lynn,” I tsk teasingly as I pull them close. “But desperate times call for desperate measures, don’t they?”
I grab their ass, and Cancassi sinks against me with a sound of pure need. It’s such an innocent touch, but it breaks them all the same.
“Olbric...”
God, they are ripe as a peach, and I can’t wait to sink my teeth in. I hum as I nibble the blade of one of their long ears. It makes their lithe body shudder, a breathy gasp breaking past their lips. “Come on then,a’lynn. Let’s get you taken care of.”
They follow me as I lead them towards the evocation tower. My casting room used to be located on the fifth floor, but with the amount of time I spend casting with Cancassi, I got approval to move to the first floor.
I open the door and usher them inside the dim room. The blinds are already drawn, blocking out the mid-afternoon sun. Doing everything in the dark makes my life harder, but Cancassi’s already uncomfortable enough without me straining their sensitive eyes.
Not to mention, I get to use the darkness as an excuse to get handsy.
Cancassi’s cane clatters to the floor as I grab their hips before they throw their arms around me. Their mouth crashes against mine, letting me taste their desperation, feel the heat of their trembling body against me. I groan appreciatively, my cock already starting to swell. I freed myself minutes after Galiva gave me my key, but I haven’t satisfied myself yet.
No, I waited to give Cancassi that honor.
I return the kiss, matching their heat as my hand slides up into their silvery white hair. It’s tied into an elaborate braid, and I wrap the whole plait around my fist before I tug, yanking their lips from mine.
Their long fingers dig into my arms as I slowly kiss and nip down their neck. My free hand finds the tie holding their skirts, and I pull it loose, letting the fabric slide over their hips on its way to the floor. I follow it with my fingers, dancing over the rough scar on their left thigh before cupping the unyielding metal cage that holds them contained.
“You know, you’ve done rather well for a conjuration adept.”
Even though there’s a Goddamn river slicking their thighs, they aren’t wearing any undergarments to try and staunch the flow. After rifling through their substantial wardrobe on more than one occasion, I’m convinced they don’t even own any.
“Though filling you with those toys has done you in, hasn’t it?”
As my hand strokes the metal cage locking said toys in, their legs nearly give out. They give a shout of pure need, their hips bucking as they vainly try to grind against my palm. I tease them with the promise of it, feeling the wetness that’s accumulated on the little slit in the cage. My pinky is thin enough that I canalmostfit it through, just barely brushing their soaking cunt.
“Fighting you is back on the table,” they gasp, but I just chuckle.
“Aww,a’lynn, you’re in no place to be making threats,” I say, though I send their cane skittering across the floor with a well-placed kick, just to be safe. I’m not foolish enough to underestimate them when they’re desperate.
But the fight goes out of them once more, and I can’t help but grab the scant handful of one tit andsqueeze. They arch with a moan, and I use my grip to drag them close. I pull my hand from between their legs and press my wet fingers to their parted lips. They moan as they suck me clean, their eyes shining like half-moons, heavily lidded in the dim room.
“On the bed, Cass. On your knees.”
When I release them, they stagger back, breathless. Sparse light leaks in around the heavy curtains, and in it, I watch them sink down on the bed. They kneel prettily, a perfect conduit pose with their knees spread wide, palms face up on their thighs.
It’s only then I realize how desperate they truly are. If anyone has as strong of an inclination as I do to backtalk their caster, it’s Cancassi. Yet now they are the picture of submission as they lower their eyes demurely.
“Oh, now that’s very pretty,” I say as I walk over to the bed. I circle them slowly and wonder if I can’t get one last spell out of them before I finally free them from their cage. They don’t so much as lift their head as I walk over to the cabinet and fish out a handful of uncharged focuses and a specific gag.
While most gags are meant to muffle or stop a person from speaking, the one I pick out encourages sound. It’s a ring gag with four metal arms that branch out like the legs of a spider. It’ll keep Cancassi’s mouth wide open, and I intend to have them tell meexactlyhow they feel about it.
“Open,” I order as I come up behind them. They do as told, and I slide the ring behind their teeth, while the metal legs keep their lips from closing over it. By the time I’ve fastened it in place, they’re already drooling, a string dripping from their lower lip.
I circle around to the front of them and smile when I see that they haven’t moved their hands from where they lay upturned on their thighs. The picture of obedience. But their copper eyes tell a different story, narrowed in a glare, as their tongue vainly tries to stop the string of saliva from escaping.
“What a pretty mouth,” I say as I dip two fingers in. Their tongue curls around my digits, but I push deeper until their copper eyes widen. They fight off a gag, but I grab their braid to hold them still, feeling them tense and struggle against my grip. Yet even as they retch, a fresh string of saliva spilling from their lips, they don’t move their hands. Only then do I pull my fingers free, allowing them to catch their breath.
“That’s what I want to hear, Cass.” I pull their braid until they look up at me. “A mouth is good for swallowing and gagging, and I’m going to make you do both. I expect to hear all of it.”
Cancassi’s eyes are glazed already as they let out a nearly unintelligible, “Yea’,a’lynn.”
“Good.”
