Chapter 730: Cassius, Where Are You?!

"Oh, Cassius!♡~"

Maria moaned, her head falling back, her body surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing through her.

"It feels so good!♡~ My body—my pussy—my anus—everything—it feels so good!♡~"

She squirted again, a long, sustained gush that seemed to go on forever.

"It’s all coming out—every single rock inside me is moving!♡~ They’re clinking together, rubbing against everything inside!"

"It’s making me squirt so much!♡~"

Her words grew dirtier, more desperate, more honest than anything she had ever said aloud.

"I love it—I love how my clit is throbbing under that clip—it hurts so good, pinching me just right—don’t stop—please don’t stop!♡~"

The cups on her breasts continued their relentless suction.

"My nipples—Cassius, my nipples feel so big, so swollen—like they’re begging to be milked—they’re so sensitive—every pull makes me want to scream!♡~"

The anal beads vibrated deep inside her.

"And my anus—oh—those beads filling me up, stretching my dirty little hole!♡~ Every time I move they shift—they make me feel so naughty and full—"

"I never knew—I never knew I could feel this way!♡~"

She squirted again.

"I’ve been such a bad saint." She gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Holding all this in for so long—pretending I didn’t want it—pretending I didn’t need it—"

She looked at him with wild, desperate eyes.

"But I need it Cassius! Fuck my holes with your toys! Make me your dirty holy slut! I want to squirt more—I want to cover everything in my filthy juices—please—don’t stop teasing my innocent body—it’s all yours now—it’s all yours to play with!♡~"

Another gush, longer than before, soaking the bed completely.

Cassius watched this beautiful sight with an expression of pure admiration. Her body was letting out more and more fluid, a seemingly endless fountain of love juice that showed no signs of stopping.

He gently lifted a cup of water to her lips.

"Drink, Maria."

She obeyed without question, gulping down the cool water between her moans and cries. She was losing so much fluid—she would certainly become dehydrated if he didn’t keep her hydrated.

He refilled the cup. She drank again.

And still, she squirted.

Wave after wave, gush after gush, her body continued to expel everything she had been holding inside.

The mattress beneath her was completely soaked. The sheets would need to be thrown away. The bed itself might never fully dry.

But Cassius didn’t care.

He stroked her hair, fed her water, and watched his saint ascend to heaven.

"Let it all out, Maria." He murmured. "Every last drop. Don’t keep anything inside."

She squirted again, screaming his name.

And in that moment, Maria felt something she had never felt before: complete and total release.

No holding back. No pretending. No walls.

Just her, and Cassius, and the beautiful, filthy, wonderful truth of what she really wanted.

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One Hour Later...

Maria was completely lost in a sea of overwhelming pleasure.

Her earlier screams of ecstasy had faded into breathless, euphoric moans as a radiant, almost delirious smile spread across her flushed face.

She looked like she had ascended to nirvana and in that moment, she truly had.

Every inch of her body was being still stimulated at once.

Yet through all of it, Cassius stayed right by her side.

He caressed her hair tenderly, pressed soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and her trembling lips, and whispered sweet, loving words into her ear.

"That’s it, Maria...let it all out."

"You’re so beautiful like this."

"I’ve got you. I’ll always have you."

His hands roamed her bound body with passion and care—squeezing her breasts, stroking her belly, gently rubbing her clit around the clip.

Love and raw lust mixed perfectly in his touch, making her feel cherished even while she was being utterly ruined.

In that haze of ecstasy, Maria felt something profound shift inside her.

This moment felt like her true place in the world.

She could abandon everything. Her duties, her vows, the weight of being the Saintess of Compassion, if it meant staying in Cassius’s arms like this.

Everything...except her daughter.

That one thread to her old life remained, but even it felt distant compared to the overwhelming bliss flooding her senses.

Cassius, for his part, was drenched in her juices.

He had moved between her spread legs earlier just to experience a ’showers’ and he was not disappointed.

Thick sprays of her cum had coated his face, chest, and cock. He rubbed her warm fluids all over his skin like precious oil, stroking it along his throbbing length until it glistened.

To him, this was an achievement—a sign of how deeply he had broken through her walls. He felt proud, aroused, and deeply satisfied watching the pure saint he loved finally set free.

But seeing her like this—so innocent yet completely ruined, smiling through the pleasure—ignited a playful, teasing urge in him. He wanted to push her just a little further.

Without warning, he retrieved a black cloth from his spatial ring.

Maria sensed movement and turned her head blindly.

"Cassius? What are you—"

Before she could finish, the silk pressed against her eyes. He tied it gently but securely around her head, covering her vision completely.

Darkness.

Absolute, impenetrable darkness.

Maria’s breath hitched. "Cassius? Cassius! What are you doing? I can’t see! I can’t see anything!"

She thrashed instinctively, but the ropes binding her limbs held fast. Her body was completely restrained, and now her sight was taken from her.

"CASSIUS!" Panic edged into her voice, sharp and desperate.

But just then—

"Shh, shh, it’s alright."

His hands—warm, familiar, reassuring cupped her cheeks. She felt his thumbs stroke her skin, and despite her fear, she found herself calming down.

"I’m right here, Maria." His voice was calm, soothing, like a balm on a wound. "I haven’t gone anywhere."

She let out a shaky breath, but her heart continued to pound. She couldn’t see him. Couldn’t see his smile, his eyes, the reassurance in his expression.

All she had was his voice and his touch.

"This is something Diana and I do sometimes." He continued, his tone soft, almost tender. "You see, when you can’t see, your other senses become sharper. More reactive. You’ll feel everything more intensely."

And Cassius was right—the blindfold made everything exponentially more intense.

But beneath the pleasure, fear still lingered.

"Cassius." She said hesitantly, her voice trembling. "You’ll stay by my side, won’t you? You won’t go anywhere and leave me alone?"

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Where else would I go?" His breath was warm against her skin. "I’ll be right here. I’ve never left you alone, have I?"

A small smile curved her lips beneath the blindfold.

"No. No, you haven’t."

"Then trust me." He kissed her cheek. "Trust me, Maria."

That promise brought a shaky smile to her lips. She relaxed, sinking deeper into the sensations.

And just as he had promised, everything felt more intense.

The stones inside her pussy seemed to vibrate harder, their movements more pronounced, each shift against her inner walls sending ripples of pleasure through her core.

The clip on her clit—she could feel every jolt of electricity now, not just as a shock but as a wave that traveled up her spine and exploded in her brain.

The suction cups on her breasts—she could hear the wet, rhythmic pulls, could feel her nipples being drawn out and released, each cycle making them harder, more sensitive, more desperate for attention.

And her anus. Oh, the beads in her anus.

She could feel every single one of them, each vibration distinct, each movement as they shifted deeper into her.

She could even feel the slickness of her own fluids coating them, making them slide and shift in ways that made her toes curl.

She was floating. Drowning. Being consumed by pleasure from every direction.

But then she noticed something.

Silence.

Cassius had stopped talking.

She strained her ears, listening for his breathing, his movements, anything.

But there was nothing. Just the wet sounds of her own body and the hum of the toys.

"Cassius?" She called out.

No answer.

Her heart began to race again.

"Cassius, you’re there, right?" She tried to keep her voice steady. "Can you...can you give me a kiss? Just to let me know you’re there?"

Silence.

The darkness pressed against her eyes, thick and suffocating.

"Cassius, come on. Please respond. I know you’re there. Stop teasing me."

Nothing.

Her breathing quickened. Panic clawed at her throat.

"Cassius! Hello! You’re there, right?"

She thrashed against her bonds, but they held firm. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear him.

"Cassius, please respond! This isn’t funny anymore! I’m scared!"

Her voice rose to a near-shout.

"Please! Say something! Touch me! Just let me know you’re here!"

Still nothing.

The darkness seemed to grow heavier, more oppressive. She felt utterly, completely alone.

And then—she heard it.

The door.

It creaked open. Then closed.

Footsteps.

Someone was in the room with her.

Maria’s blood turned to ice.

"C-Cassius?" Her voice was barely a whisper. "That’s...That’s you, right? It has to be you. Only you have the key to this room. No one else can get in."

She tried to laugh, to sound casual, but it came out broken.

"You’re just playing a big prank on me, aren’t you? It’s really funny. I admit it. But I’d prefer it if you just took this blindfold off now."

The footsteps continued. Slow. Deliberate. Each one a creak of the floorboards, each one closer than the last.

"Stop it, Cassius!" Maria’s voice cracked. "This isn’t funny anymore! Please just speak to me! Or touch me! As long as I feel your touch, I’ll know it’s you!"

The footsteps stopped. Right beside the bed.

She felt the mattress dip. Someone was climbing onto the bed with her.

"Cassius, please!" Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the silk blindfold. "I’m begging you! Stop this! I’m scared! I’m really scared! You can’t do something like this to me!"

The figure moved closer. She could feel its presence looming over her, feel the heat radiating from its body.

"No!" She thrashed wildly, her whole body convulsing.

"Don’t come closer! Please don’t come closer! I don’t want this! I don’t want any of this! Get away from me!"

She was sobbing now, great heaving cries that shook her entire frame. She felt like she was dying, like the darkness was swallowing her whole.

"Please, please, please..."

She was on the verge of a complete breakdown, trembling violently—when she felt hands reach for the blindfold and pull it away.

Maria squeezed her eyes shut at first, terrified of what or who she might see.

But when she finally opened them, Cassius’s familiar, smiling face filled her vision.

"Were you scared, Maria?"

He asked gently, brushing tears from her cheeks.

"Did you really think I had disappeared?"

The moment she saw him, the dam inside her broke completely.

She burst into tears—not the silent, dignified tears of a saint, but the ugly, messy, hiccupping sobs of a woman who had been terrified out of her mind.

"Cassius!" She wailed, her voice thick with emotion. "You big bully! How could you do something like that to me? How could you bully me like that?"

She tried to hit him, but her bound hands could barely move.

"I called out to you so many times! I begged you to answer me! I was so scared—I thought something had happened to you! I-I thought someone else had come into the room—I thought—I thought—"

She couldn’t finish. The words dissolved into sobs.