Chapter 691: We’re Just Getting Started

Eighteen times.

Eighteen times they had convulsed, their bodies arching off the bed, their mouths open in silent screams as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through them.

Eighteen times they had squirted—thick, clear fluid that soaked the sheets, splattered their skin, pooled in the hollows of their collarbones and the dips of their waists.

Eighteen times they had begged, pleaded, whimpered, cried out until their voices gave out and all that remained were broken gasps and hoarse moans.

Only then did Cassius finally stop.

He pulled his hands away from their trembling bodies, wiping the slick moisture on his thighs before climbing off the bed.

The water pitcher was on the side table, and he poured himself a glass with the casual ease of a man who had just completed a light workout rather than utterly devastating two women.

Behind him, Joy and Carmela lay in ruins.

They were sprawled across the ruined sheets, limbs tangled together in a heap of exhausted flesh.

Their chests heaved with ragged breaths, their skin slick with sweat and their own juices, their hair plastered to their faces.

Every muscle in their bodies screamed with the kind of fatigue that came from being pushed far beyond any reasonable limit.

And worst of all they were both covered in love juices—their own, splattered and smeared across their stomachs, their breasts, their faces.

It was even in their hair, dripping from their chins, pooled in the hollow of Joy’s navel where a small silver piercing caught the light.

They looked less like holy warriors and more like the subjects of an extremely explicit painting.

But neither of them had the energy to care.

Joy stared at the ceiling, her mind a blank, white void. Somewhere in the distance, she was vaguely aware that she had almost met the Goddess of Light again.

Not through prayer or divine intervention—but through sheer, overwhelming pleasure that had pushed her consciousness to the edge of existence.

Beside her, Carmela was experiencing her own crisis.

The last ancient vampire of her clan, a woman who had survived decades of warfare and manhunts—had been reduced to a quivering pile of flesh by a man’s fingers.

She couldn’t even find it in herself to be angry anymore.

She was too tired. Too empty. Too completely, utterly spent.

But still despite everything both of them knew they had to escape—so they made their move.

Cassius drained his glass and set it down with a soft clink.

But when he turned back to the bed—he found both women trying to move.

But…it was a pathetic sight.

They crawled across the bed on their hands and knees, dragging their limp bodies toward the edge with all the speed and grace of wounded snails.

Joy’s wings dragged behind her, leaving wet trails in the sheets.

Carmela’s legs kept giving out, her hips collapsing onto the mattress every few inches.

They were trying to escape and the thought amused him.

He let them get almost to the edge before he moved.

“Where do you two think you’re going?”

Two hands shot out, grabbing them both by the waist before they could make it another inch.

“Nooo—!”

“Let us go you devil—!”

Joy and Carmela let out twin squeaks of horror as they were lifted bodily off the bed and deposited squarely onto his lap, one on each thigh, their backs against his chest.

His fingers then found their nipples almost immediately, twisting and squeezing with practiced ease.

Their bodies, traitors that they had become, responded instantly.

“Noo—! No more—!”

“Ahhh—! I can’t—! I really can’t—!”

But despite that, Carmela looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Please.” She whispered, her voice raw. “Please, Cassius…stop.”

Her hips betrayed her, grinding against his thigh as fresh moisture flooded her pussy.

“I’m sorry, okay?” She continued, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “I’m sorry for playing with you like that. I’m sorry for—for all of it.”

“But I can’t handle any more. My body—I feel like I’m going to fall apart. My soul feels like it’s leaving my body.”

“If you want to kill me, just kill me and get it over with.” She said in pure desperation. “B-But you can’t—you can’t torment me like this. My body can’t take it.”

Even as she begged, she could feel herself building toward another peak. The sensation she knew she would never, ever be able to forget for the rest of her existence.

But Cassius only tightened his grip on her nipple, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp.

“What are you talking about?” He sounded genuinely confused. “You talk as if I’m torturing you. As if I’m giving you unbearable pain.”

He gestured at the bed with his chin.

“But look at the evidence. Look at what you’ve been doing.”

Joy and Carmela followed his gaze.

The sheets were soaked. Pools of liquid glistened everywhere—puddles of their own release that had soaked through to the mattress beneath.

“And not just there.” Cassius continued. His hand slid down Carmela’s stomach, his fingers finding her dripping entrance. “Look here. Feel this.”

He gathered moisture on his fingers and held them up for her to see.

“Even now, you’re still leaking. Still ready. Still wanting.”

He rubbed the slick liquid onto her stomach, spreading it like oil across her skin.

“This isn’t the response of someone being tortured.”

“This is the response of someone having the time of her life…”

“…So how can you accuse me of tormenting you?”

Carmela shook her head weakly.

“Pleasure can be torture, Cassius.” She managed weakly. “When it’s dragged out like this. When it’s done over and over again—” Her voice cracked as his thumb found her clit “—it becomes its own kind of torment.”

Joy nodded frantically, her body trembling against his chest.

“This is—this is a different kind of torture!” She gasped. “One that only you could devise. But by any reasonable standard—we’ve surrendered! We’re prisoners of war!”

She looked up at him with desperate, hazy eyes.

“And under the conventions of war, you’re supposed to treat prisoners humanely. You’re not supposed to torture them after they’ve surrendered!”

Her words were formal, structured, the argument of a commander who had negotiated countless surrenders.

But it was undermined entirely by the way her hips were grinding against his thigh.

“So I’m asking you…” Carmela’s voice was barely a whisper “…please. Please let us go. I’m begging you!”

Cassius looked at them for a long moment.

Then he smiled.

“I can’t do that.”

Both women groaned.

“I’m a very petty individual, you see.”

He continued, his voice light and teasing despite the intensity in his eyes.

“When someone wrongs me, I like to pay it back tenfold. I make my enemies thoroughly regret their mistakes.”

He tilted his head, considering.

“Now, you two aren’t technically my enemies. In fact, you’re both—” He paused, his voice dropping to something almost tender “—you’re both my women now, whether you want to admit it or not.”

Joy wanted to deny it. Wanted to scream that she was no such thing. But the words died in her throat, choked by the weakness of her own body.

“But…” Cassius continued, his voice hardening slightly. “…you both touched a line that I don’t let anyone touch. You made meof all people struggle. You made me lose control.”

His eyes gleamed.

“And that’s not something I can just accept and for that—there will be consequences.”

He smiled again, but this time there was something softer beneath it.

“Don’t worry, though. I have something that will help.”

Two small blue pills appeared in his palm.

He brought one toward Joy’s lips.

But Joy clamped her mouth shut.

“What is that?!” She demanded, her voice sharp despite her exhaustion. “What are you trying to put inside me? Don’t tell me—don’t tell me it’s some kind of aphrodisiac! Something that will turn me into an uncontrollable beast!”

She shook her head frantically.

“I’d rather die, Cassius! Just kill me! Get it over with! Don’t—don’t put me through that humiliation!”

Beside her, Carmela shuddered at the thought of such a pill entering her body.

Meanwhile, Cassius looked genuinely offended.

“How could you possibly think I would do something like that?” He held the pill up between two fingers, examining it. “Unlike some people in this room, I don’t need pills or abilities to pressure anyone.”

“My natural talents are more than sufficient.”

Joy’s face burned, as she knew he wasn’t lying.

“This pill is actually going to help you. It’ll keep you from suffering too much.” He said gently. “So be a good girl and take it.”

He gently pried her mouth open and threw the pill in.

And before Joy could spit the pill out, his other hand slid between her legs.

His fingers found her entrance and pushed inside—just once, just enough to make her body respond.

She squirted immediately.

The liquid gushed into his waiting palm, hot and slick. He caught it, then brought his hand to her lips.

“Open up.” He murmured.

She had no choice.

He poured her own release into her mouth, using it to wash the pill down her throat. She gagged once, twice, before finally swallowing.

Carmela watched in horror.

When Cassius turned to her, pill in hand, she snatched it from him.

“I-I’ll take it myself.” She said quickly. “No need for…all that.”

She swallowed it dry, grimacing as it went down.

Then she looked at him, her eyes wary.

“What was that? What did you just give us? Please—please don’t tell me it’s something that will make us act like beasts. Something that will turn us into animals.”

Joy’s gaze mirrored her fear. She was already at her limit.

If she lost control of herself completely—if she became something less than human—she didn’t know how she would live with it.

But to their surprise—Cassius shook his head.

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing like that.”

He stroked their hair, his touch gentle.

“It’s just an energy-replenishing pill. A supplement. Once it enters your system, you’ll feel much stronger. More stamina. More energy.”

Joy blinked. She did feel better—the ache in her muscles had dulled, the weakness in her limbs had faded.

But just as relief began to settle in, Cassius leaned down, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Of course.” He added casually. “It has another effect as well.”

Carmela’s voice was barely a whisper. “What effect?”

“It acts as a water source in your body. Even if you become dehydrated, even if your mouth dries up, you won’t need to constantly drink to replenish yourself.”

He smiled.

“I give these to all my wives when we’re in bed. Keeps them hydrated no matter how long we play.”

Joy’s blood ran cold as she heard this.

“Why.” She said slowly. “Why did you give us something like that?”

The smile on Cassius’s face was the most terrifying thing Joy had ever seen.

“Because I’m going to make you squirt so many times that you would die of dehydration if I didn’t.”

Joy’s gasped, as he pulled them closer, his arms tightening around their waists.

“But with this pill, you’ll keep going. No matter how many times you come. No matter how much you squirt. You won’t run dry.”

He looked down at them, and his eyes were dark with promise.

“And now…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t have to hold back anymore.”

Caramela’s eyes went wide with horror.

“What do you mean, hold back?” She demanded. “You’ve been holding back?!”

“Y-You’re joking.” Joy said desperately. “You have to be joking.”

But Cassius only smiled.

“We’ll see if I’m joking or not.”

His hands moved between their legs again and he fingers plunged inside them—and before they could even draw breath, he was moving.

Fast. Deep. Relentless.

Joy squirted first.

“Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~”

Then Carmela.

“Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~”

The liquid gushed from them both in perfect unison, spraying onto the sheets, onto each other, onto him. It was enough water to water a garden.

Cassius looked down at them with satisfaction.

“That…is just the beginning.”

He pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in.

“I told you I was going to make you pay and I always make do on my words.”

They squirted again.

And again.

And again.

The pills kept them hydrated. Kept them conscious. Kept them aware as he drove them higher and higher, past every limit they had ever known, past any point of return.

But even then—Joy’s vision blurred, whileCarmela’s screams turned to moans turned to silence.

Their bodies moved without their permission, hips bucking, thighs trembling, fluids gushing.

Cassius watched them both, his smile never fading.

“I hope you’re ready…” He murmured. “…because we’re not stopping until you’ve learned your lesson.”

His fingers moved faster.

“Until you’ve learned exactly what happens when you make me lose control.”

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