Warrior Training System - Chapter 450

Chapter 450: Watching animals (R-18)
Brigid ground her teeth, muttering, “Filthy animals… I hate them.”One of them was her grandmother — someone she’d once respected, even feared — but that respect was rotting fast, replaced by disgust. And the other was Cassian, the man she’d hated from the start… not just because of his arrogance, but because she was bound to him as his slave.

Her anger wasn’t just about them ignoring her. It was about where they were doing it — desecrating a holy place without a shred of shame. She knew Cassian wouldn’t stop, not even if she threatened him; he understood too well that her collar left her powerless. But what truly shocked her, what made her stomach twist, was seeing her grandmother — the righteous, untouchable Cardinal — sinking just as low beside him, or under him she don’t know.

She wasn’t just some stranger catching them in the act — not a friend, not an acquaintance. ‘For heaven’s sake, I’m her granddaughter,’ Brigid thought, her stomach churning. She couldn’t tell whether Analisa had lost her shame or her sanity. A woman of the Lord — even one as sinful as her grandmother, who’d had her share of affairs behind her husband’s back — had never fallen this far. Never something so blasphemous.

And deep down, Brigid knew what had driven her to it. Still, how could a mere man’s penis reduce that woman — the one who once ruled over millions, who’d crushed dissenters with divine authority — into this trembling mess? It made no sense. Even Brigid herself, who’d felt that same penis countless times, wasn’t this far gone.

Sure, she remembered it vividly — every ridge, every vein, every place it struck deep inside her — but she wasn’t enslaved by it the way her grandmother clearly was. From the way Analisa moaned, shameless and breathless, it sounded like she was living out the greatest pleasure of her life.

It made her curious — what was he doing to make her sound that happy? Did her own moans ever sound like that? The thought made Brigid’s cheeks burn, but curiosity clawed its way past her shame.

She leaned closer to the small wooden grate — a narrow square barely wide enough to peek through — and nudged it open, just a sliver.

Through the gap, she saw Cassian sprawled lazily on a wide sofa, half sitting, half reclining. Analisa was straddling him, her back arched, his hands gripping and moving her ass in steady rhythm. Her own hands cupped his face, kissing him hungrily — wet, noisy kisses, moans melting into his mouth as she sucked on his lips and tongue like she couldn’t get enough.

The way Analisa moved her hips… Brigid had never imagined her grandmother could move like that — nor did she ever want to. Sure, they’d talked about sex before, more than she’d liked, but this—this was something else entirely.

It was obscene, yet there was a strange, terrible beauty in it. The soft sway of Analisa’s curvy body, her flesh bouncing with every motion — still shapely, though time had left its marks — somehow made the scene even more alluring.

And Brigid knew Cassian too well; he adored those big butts like that. Every time Analisa’s hips rolled, his hands rose instinctively to grab and squeeze her ass, like a man worshipping his favorite sin.

Cassian’s hands dug into her flesh, spreading both cheeks wide as Analisa leaned forward, giving Brigid an unfiltered view she instantly regretted — the faint gape above her slick folds, glistening with arousal, and Cassian’s length sliding between them, coated in her wetness.

“Do you think she left?” Analisa asked between ragged breaths, her voice trembling as she arched her back and pressed her chest toward him. Her breasts swayed heavily, and Cassian caught one in his mouth, sucking hard while his hands stayed firm on her ass, keeping her open for him.

“Why? You wanna be even louder than you already are?” Cassian teased, watching Analisa’s eyes roll halfway back. She looked frustrated—desperate even—as if holding her voice in was torture.

Cassian smirked. “Guess I’ll help you with that.”

Before she could answer, he grabbed her and threw her back onto the sofa. The sudden move made her gasp as she curled up slightly, only for Cassian to grab her legs and shove them back—folding her in half, spreading her wide and exposed.

“W-what are you doing?” she managed to breathe out, right before he thrust into her, deep and hard enough to press her pelvis against his stomach. Her breath hitched sharply, eyes rolling up as he leaned closer and said with a grin, “Making sure she hears you this time.”

Her eyes rolled back again as Cassian drew his length out slowly, her folds clinging to him so tightly he could feel every tremor. He glanced down, watching the way she reacted—how her fingers dug into his arms, trying to pull him back in, desperate not to let him go.

Smirking, Cassian thrust forward again—hard this time—just to see that expression twist across her face. He kept the pace slow but forceful, each push deeper than the last. The rhythm built between them, and when he started moving faster, Analisa tried to arch her back—but trapped beneath him, with her legs folded tight, she could barely move. The tension only coiled tighter in her body, her breath coming out in trembling gasps as the pressure built toward breaking.

Brigid watched as Cassian slammed his hips down against Analisa, the impact rippling across her butt before his weight pressed her deeper into the sofa. Her stomach folds were squeezed tight beneath him, and Brigid, having once been in that same position, knew exactly what that felt like—when the release builds but can’t quite escape. Curled up, pinned, unable to stretch or move… it was maddening, almost torturous. Yet, she also knew how dangerously addictive it was—the way the final release afterward hit like pure bliss, flooding the mind and body until nothing else existed.

But in that moment, Brigid’s curiosity stirred again—did she make the same face Analisa was making now? Did it feel the same way? It was just a passing comparison, yet the thought of it—of comparing herself to her grandmother—made her stomach twist with disgust… and still, her body reacted, heat curling between her legs.

“I’m cumming…” Cassian growled.

“Do it inside… give it to me…” Analisa moaned breathlessly, her folds tightening around him, milking every drop he spilled into her. Her arms locked around his head, holding him close as his ragged breaths broke against her cheek, his mouth finding hers again in a messy, hungry kiss.