Warrior Training System - Chapter 447

Chapter 447: A blasphemous deed (R-18)
‘I’ve committed blasphemy, my Lord,’ Analisa thought, her breath uneven as her robes slid down to her feet. Only the veil covering her hair remained, a final remnant of her title. She stood bare before Cassian, shame and hunger tangled together in her eyes.

‘Instead of begging forgiveness for my sins, in your holy chamber. I’m begging for a man’s flesh.’

Her lips moved silently as she stepped closer. ‘Forgive me, my Lord… I’m begging for a penis.’

Cassian sat waiting, his gaze steady, the weight of it burning through her restraint. She lowered herself onto his lap, her knees trembling as she hovered over him—so close their bodies nearly touched. Even as her mind pleaded for mercy, her body betrayed her with a smile she couldn’t suppress, one born from relief… and desire.

As the confessor on the other side of the partition whispered his sins, while Analisa was busy committing her own. Her slick folds brushed against his hard lenght, the faint contact sending a shiver through her. She pressed closer, rubbing slowly, wordlessly worshiping the very act she’d just called a sin.

She tried desperately not to moan, biting down on her lip as tremors ran through her body. Her thick thighs pressed tight together, trapping her own hand between them as she squeezed her breasts—soft flesh spilling between her knees in a shameful display. The only thing still holy about her was the white veil draped over her hair, the pure fabric now framing a body that looked anything but sacred.

Cassian watched, eyes dark with amusement, the contrast only making him harder.

“Look at you… a hungry old slut,” Cassian whispered, low enough that only she could hear. Analisa bit down on her lip, trembling as she rubbed her slick folds against his hard length, struggling to stifle a moan. She could’ve silenced it all with a simple muffling charm, but she didn’t. No—she wanted this. The danger of being heard. The thrill of being caught. Cassian smirked, watching her lose herself in what he mockingly called a Sacred Display of Public Indecency

It was getting harder for her to deny his words—because deep down, they were true. She was hungry for him, for his cock, and nothing else. Despite how exposed and obscene her disheveled body looked, age hadn’t dulled her allure. The faint gray in her hair, the gentle sag of her breasts, the soft wrinkles near her eyes—none of it took away from the heat she radiated. If anything, it made her seem even more dangerously tempting.

And yes, once she might’ve called herself a slut. But now? No—she belonged to only one man. Cassian had ruined her for anyone else. Even the thought of her husband, the man she was supposed to love, didn’t flicker across her mind anymore.

“Can I… have it now?” she asked, her voice trembling, unsure if he’d demand something more degrading before granting her what she craved.

Cassian’s smirk deepened as he looked down—his shaft glistened, slick with her desire. He leaned close, his breath brushing her ear, and she froze, fighting not to moan as his whisper slid into her like another touch.

“Well,” he murmured, “you begged… and I agreed to give you what you wanted. So—where are my thanks?”

Her anxious expression shifted into sudden delight as she quickly straightened up and said, in an overly bright tone, “Your sins are forgiven, my child. You may go now.”

The confessor on the other side hesitated, confused. “But, Cardinal… I was still in the middle—”

“I said you may go,” Analisa cut in sharply, voice trembling just enough to sound like authority instead of desperation.

Once the footsteps faded, her composure melted into a wide, giddy smile. Her fingers drifted down to her stomach, almost absently, before she whispered with a breathless laugh, “Thank you… for letting me have your dick.”

Then she rose slightly, guiding herself with a trembling hand as she aligned him against her entrance. Her palms pressed on his shoulders for balance as she lowered herself, eyes fluttering shut, every nerve in her body tuned to the stretch and burn as his thick head parted her tight folds. It wasn’t gentle—it never was—but that edge of pressure, that near-painful fullness, was exactly how she liked it.

And as she lowered herself, it felt like only her folds were being penetrated—her mind flooded with sensation as every nerve in her body tightened. Her breath caught, and she didn’t bother to savor it like she might have at another time. Right now, the only thing she wanted was release.

She slammed her hips down with a loud, trembling moan. “Nghhh…”

Analisa’s body trembled in Cassian’s grip — every nerve in her seemed to tense, then unravel all at once. Her breath hitched, turning ragged as her muscles fluttered and tightened around him. Cassian could feel the shudder that ran through her.

Losing control over her body, warm liquid gushed from her spread folds in steady streams, flowing down Cassian’s length before splashing up and staining his stomach. She trembled, still squeezing him tightly inside her as wave after wave ran through her.

The tighter she clenched, the harder the spurts came—splattering messily against him. Cassian only smirked at the sight, amused by how she twitched and leaked like a broken tap. But he wasn’t satisfied just watching her lose it. His hands slid to her ass, gripping and spreading her wide, disturbing her climax and forcing another rush through her. Then, suddenly, he lifted her, making panic flicker across her bliss-dazed face.

“No, no…” she gasped as Cassian lifted her off the couch, her feet dangling in the air. His length slipped halfway out of her slick folds before he brought her back down in a sudden, hard thrust. Her eyes rolled back instantly, consciousness slipping as another gush escaped her.

Before she could fully go limp, Cassian caught her again, raising and slamming her down once more. A strangled moan tore out of her as she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tight—not out of affection, but desperate not to let him slip out.

Even as her body trembled and her mind faded, Cassian moved her like a toy in his grip, her hips jerking and bouncing under his control. His strength as a Circle Warrior made it effortless—it almost looked like she was the one riding him, but in truth, he was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. He moved her hips up and down with ease while she clung to him, trembling and breathless, all thought of the next confessor waiting outside completely gone from her mind.