Insatiable
Conjuration isn’t a school for the impatient, but oftentimes an adept who agrees to be locked up doesn’t realize that yet. It’s never a bad idea to reassert your control over their pleasure by using their mouth thoroughly before you decide to free them.
Advanced Casting Principles: Conjuration by Lionel Lorne
I DANGLE THE KEY TO Cancassi’s cage like a hypnosis charm.
With how intently they stare at it, it may as well be.
Sending spells are always difficult to create, but I doubt anyone has had quite as hard of a time this week as Cancassi.
With a plug in their slit, another in their ass, and a mercilessly tight cage around their cock, they’ve been downright inconsolable.
“Olbric, I will fight you if you don’t unlock me this instant,” they say, voice shaking.
I eye their cane warily. It’s different from the type we use for casting.
It’s too thick, too sturdy, and has a polished metal handle that contours to the shape of their hand, but there’s not a doubt in my mind they’ll use it to try and beat their freedom out of me all the same.
After Cancassi passed the poem for the sending spell off to Hughes, they immediately returned to me, all but demanding that I free them.
“Hold on now!” I lift my hands, watching with some amusement as Cancassi’s copper eyes follow the key like a hawk. “You agreed to certain terms at the start of this week, and as your key holder, I intend to keep you honest.”
Cancassi glowers at me, but their iron grip on their cane loosens.
They set it down with a thunk before leaning on it for support.
Though frankly, I’m not sure if it’s their leg hurting or the fact that they’re so randy they can barely stand.
“Your horseshit is exactly the reason I don’t normally agree to conjuration. ”
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 can almost fit 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 and squeeze.
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 me exactly how 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.”
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, but I 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.