I wrap their braid around my fist before I slide my skirts down, freeing my cock. My hand tightens in their hair before I pull them forward, and while the bed isn’t tall, it puts them at the perfect height for me to thrust into their mouth. The gag keeps their teeth out of the way, and their moans sound delicious as I warm them up, fucking gradually deeper with each thrust. They fall into a rhythm, bobbing their head to eagerly accept me.
“Hungry little mouth,” I chuckle before I tighten my grip on their braid and bury myself to the hilt. They gag and cough around me, every muscle tensing with the automatic urge to pull back, butI don’t let them until I’m damn well ready. They can’t even close their lips to suck, but the wretched sounds they make send a rush of satisfaction through me.
When I ease up to let them breathe, they cough, fresh saliva trailing from their forced-open lips to the tip of my cock. They look up at me, copper eyes watery from the abuse.
I shiver at the sight. I love watching them come apart, and right now, it seems like the chastity cage is the only thing keeping them from doing just that.
“Again,” I say before I drag their head back to my cock.
They swallow me eagerly, but all the throat training in the world can’t prepare them for the face-fucking I deliver. I grab their head, anchoring them to me as I thrust deep. Not the gag nor my cock could muffle the desperate sounds that spill from their mouth. It’s rough and fast, and I savor every desperate shout, every sputter and retch.
Yet after a week locked up, my stamina is shot, and I pull out before I can finish. Cancassi’s head hangs, their body trembling as strings of thick saliva spill from their well-fucked mouth.
“That’s a very good mouth,” I purr as I stroke their hair back, tilting their face up to see the tears that have streaked down their beautiful face. They pant, copper eyes glazed and wet. “Put your face down on the bed. Ass up. I want to hear you come apart.”
They’re quick to obey, their cheek resting against the pillow even as they draw their knees under them, pushing their ass up in a nice display.
Freeing them is going to be a damn shame. It’s been some time since I’ve had a perfectly obedient conduit to play with. Yet as I nudge their legs apart with a gentle touch, their desperate sob of need tells me that they can’t take much more of this.
I pull the key from around my neck before I reach around and find the lock on the front of their cage. It’s similar to the one Arlonkept me in for my conjuration mastery. There’s a small channel for their cock to rest in, and a metal bar keeps their cunt inaccessible, though the cage parts to allow their ass to be used.
“I’ve used one of your holes,” I say as I slip the key into the lock and twist. The cage springs apart, and Cancassi screams as the plug filling their cunt immediately slips free. “But I intend to use the other two as well.”
Cancassi’s hands fist in the sheets, another sob breaking free as they spread their shaking legs, wordlessly begging me to enter. I touch the base of the plug that fills their ass, giving it a gentle tug that makes their whole body spasm.
“Hmm, I think we’ll end in here,” I say as I seat the plug firmly back where it belongs. “But you better keep that hole plugged until I’m ready to use it.”
Cancassi babbles a string of half-formed words, their body quivering as the anticipation stretches. But truth be told, after a week locked up, conjuration master or not, I still haveneeds, dammit. And Cancassi’s about to fulfill them all.
I waste no time sinking into their waiting heat. They’re absolutelydripping, and the plug in their ass makes them feel impossibly tight as their cunt opens around my length.
It only takes a handful of thrusts before they scream, their walls quivering around me as they reach their first orgasm. The plug in their ass nearly escapes, but I force it back in with my thumb as I ride them hard.
They let out a shout of pure bliss that’s loud enough to wake the Goddamn dead, but I’m not about to muffle them.
“Let me hear it, Cass,” I order. “I want to hear how much you love the way I fuck you.”
Cancassi sobs in pleasure, but it turns to a shout as I reach around to grab their cock. I know how sensitive it must feel after being freed from that cage, but I intend to leave them incoherentby the time I’m done. I gather up their own copious precum before I start to stroke them, working their length in time with my rapid thrusts.
I’m not sure if they even finish their first peak before another overtakes them. One hand reaches back, long fingers grabbing my hip like a lifeline as they scream again. This one makes their cunt lock up so tightly that I have to pull out before I topple over the edge with them. Their cock empties over my hand, and Cancassi’s long, ragged moan turns to a shout as the plug in their ass slips free.
They’re reeling, their breaths coming in sharp gasps, but I don’t give them a second to rest. Instead, I use their seed to slick my cock again before I thrust into their ass. They arch with a shout, and the rough crackle of sound makes me wonder if they’ll have any voice left by the time I’m finished.
“Scream for me,a’lynn,” I say, breathless as my hips slap their ass with every thrust.
They draw in a breath to do just that, their hole clenching down as another orgasm rips through them. I swear, my hips stuttering to a stop as my own end crashes through me. My moan joins theirs in a discordant chorus as I bury myself deep, cock emptying a week’s worth of pent-up frustrations into them. It feels like it lasts forever, leaving me breathless and shaky in the aftermath.
I take a moment to gather my wits before I pull out of them. They fall limply onto their side, their cunt and hole reddened from the rough fucking, saliva wetting their chin as they pant around the gag. I’m gentle as I loosen the strap and pull the gag from their mouth, earning one last weak moan. Around their fingers, every focus shines brightly, and at a glance, I’d say that was a rousing success of a spell.
“Are you alright?” I ask as I flop down behind them.
I watch as they wipe away some of the mess on their chin with a shaking hand. It takes them a moment to gather their words, andeven when they do, they’re hoarse and quiet, as if I fucked their voice right out of them. “Gods, but I’vemissedhaving you cast. You are rude in all the best ways.”
My lips brush the back of their neck in a gentle kiss. “Was it worth the wait?”
“Absolutely,” they groan. “But somehowstillnot enough to make me consider a conjuration mastery.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “Shame. I bet you’d be a Goddamn delight to free from a three-month stint.”
