Chapter 728: Covered In Toys
Maria gulped as she heard this, her eyes darting nervously between Cassius and the strange objects he was unpacking.
"Toys? For adults?" She shook her head, genuinely confused. "But I’ve never seen any other adults around me have such things. I’ve never even seen anyone play with objects like this in my entire life."
Cassius chuckled, his fingers still lazily circling her clit. The sensation made her breath hitch even as she listened.
"That’s because these toys aren’t something you display openly, Maria." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "People keep them secret—hidden under beds, buried in wardrobes, locked in drawers where no one else can find them."
He rubbed her clit more deliberately, feeling how swollen and prominent it had become, standing out from its hood like a tiny pearl begging for attention.
"As for when they play with them..." He smiled. "That’s usually late at night. When they’re lonely."
"When their husband is away, and they need to satisfy a deep, burning craving that won’t leave them alone."
Maria shivered, both from his touch and his words.
"You’ve probably felt that too, haven’t you, Maria?"
Before she could answer, he thrust two fingers deep inside her—suddenly, without warning. Her body arched off the bed, a desperate moan tearing from her throat.
"You know the feeling." He continued, his voice low and knowing. "That fire burning in your belly when you’re alone at night. Something calling to you. Craving you. Making you want to touch this place..."
His fingers curled inside her, pressing against a spot that made her vision blur
"...and just rub it furiously."
He fingered her harder, faster, his palm slapping against her wet flesh.
"And let something come out!"
"I—I haven’t—" Maria stammered, her voice high and flustered. "I never—"
Cassius’s eyes darkened.
"Be honest, Maria." His voice was firm, insistent. "Have you not?"
His fingers curled again, hitting that spot deep inside her, and Maria felt her resistance crumbling.
"I...I haven’t." Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the intensity of the sensation. "I’ve never done such a thing. I swear it!"
Cassius almost thought she was lying—the way her body responded, the way her hips moved against his hand, suggested experience.
But then she continued, "But I’ve felt that feeling, Cassius."
Her eyes met his—lustful, desperate, burning.
"I’ve felt it before. S-Some nights I would twist and turn in my bed, unable to sleep, as waves of heat surged through my body. I didn’t understand it. I just knew that I wanted to touch..."
She looked down at where his fingers were buried inside her, watching them move.
"All the dirty parts of me. The place you’re touching right now....And even my breasts."
She glanced at his other hand, which had been teasing her nipples, and bit her lip.
"I wanted to touch those places and rub them all over. B-But I always held myself back." Her voice grew smaller. "I thought it was the devil’s temptation. Something evil trying to conquer my body. So I always resisted."
Cassius slowly pulled his fingers out, and Maria whimpered at the sudden emptiness.
"As expected of a Saintess like you." His voice was warm, almost proud. "Despite having such strong, overwhelming desires, you held herself back. You resisted temptation when so many others would have given in."
"It also makes sense..."
He looked at her trembling body—her flushed skin, her heaving chest, her parted lips.
"Your body is so soft and limp right now, like it’s finally been allowed to release some of that pressure. Especially this part—"
He gazed at her sopping wet pussy and gave it a gentle slap, making her moan and buck her hips.
"I’ve barely done anything, and you’re already dripping. Fluids just keep flowing out on their own."
He looked at her with a knowing, almost tender expression.
"You really are a pent-up lady, aren’t you, Maria? So much sexual desire you’ve been holding inside for so long, but never let go."
Maria couldn’t even deny it. She looked away in deep frustration and shame, but Cassius gently caressed her cheek and pulled her into a surprise kiss.
When he pulled back, his voice was full of promise.
"But don’t worry, Maria. Soon I’ll take care of all your desires. I’ll take full responsibility and make sure you never feel that way ever again."
Maria’s heart soared.
Even in her innocence, she understood what he meant. She knew what those desires were, knew that her body was craving something she wasn’t supposed to want.
She had held it in for so long, kept it locked away.
She even knew that some of the other sisters touched themselves at night. They were only human, after all, and human bodies had human needs.
But she had persisted. She had remained pure.
Now, hearing his promise. That she wouldn’t have to fight alone anymore, that Cassius would take care of her, that she could finally release everything she had been holding inside, she felt like she might burst from excitement.
Unconsciously, she spread her legs wider.
An invitation.
Cassius noticed the subtle movement and smiled.
He reached for a small device—a string of smooth, colorful stones attached to a thin wire. They looked almost like polished jewels, cool and gleaming in the lamplight.
"Open up, Maria." His voice was gentle but firm. "Open up wide. Spread that little hole of yours."
He fingered her entrance, feeling how wet and ready she was.
"I’m going to push some things inside. I want this tiny hole to open up on its own."
Even through the haze of arousal, Maria felt a flicker of fear. His fingers alone had been overwhelming. Now he wanted to put foreign objects inside her? The thought was terrifying.
But she was also excited. And she trusted Cassius completely.
She bit her lip and took a deep breath, trying to relax. Her hole twitched—opening slightly, closing, opening again.
She was doing her best, even though she couldn’t quite manage to keep it open on her own.
Cassius was satisfied.
He spread her folds with two fingers and pushed one of the smooth stones inside.
"Ahhh—!" Maria gasped.
The sensation was strange—so cold compared to his warm hands. She felt it slide deep into her pussy, settling somewhere inside her, and her inner walls clenched around it involuntarily.
But Cassius didn’t stop.
He pushed in another stone. Then another. Then another.
Four stones total, nestled deep inside her, clinking softly against each other every time she moved.
"Stop—please, Cassius, no more—!" Maria moaned, her hands gripping the sheets. "I don’t think I can fit any more. I’m so full already!"
She tried desperately to keep still, but every time she tightened her inner walls, she could feel the stones shifting, pressing against sensitive spots she hadn’t known existed. It was overwhelming.
Cassius stopped—but only with the stones.
He reached for another device: a tiny clip, small and unassuming, attached to a thin wire.
He used one hand to push her clitoris out from its hood, making the sensitive bud stand proud and exposed. Then he carefully attached the clip.
"Ow! Ow, Cassius!" Maria cried out, her body jerking. "That hurts! It hurts so much! Please take it off—I can’t handle it!"
Her clitoris was already sensitive on its own. The extra pressure of the clip, which pinched down with considerable force, sent sharp jolts of sensation through her.
"Mmmm—! Nooo—!" She wriggled, trying to escape, but that only made the clip swing from side to side, tugging at her flesh and making everything worse.
Cassius watched her squirm, and something dark and primal stirred in his chest.
There was something so satisfying about bullying Maria like this. About taking this innocent, pure woman and exposing her to pleasuresand pains, she had never imagined.
He wanted to do more. He wanted to make her scream, to push her to her limits, to see how far he could take her before she broke.
But he pushed those dark desires down.
Instead, he pressed his hands against her womb and began to massage her—firm motions that spread warmth through her lower belly.
"It’s alright, Maria." His voice was soft, soothing. "It’s alright. You’re a big girl, aren’t you? A brave girl. You can handle anything."
He leaned down and kissed her breast, his lips brushing against her nipple.
"This pain is nothing to you. You’ve endured far worse, haven’t you?"
Something about his words—the tender, almost paternal way he spoke to her made all the discomfort melt away.
Maria smiled, wholeheartedly and without reservation.
"Y-You’re right." She said, her voice dreamy. "I don’t feel any pain at all anymore. It feels...nice. Really nice."
"Good girl." Cassius caressed her cheek. "Such a good girl."
Maria practically purred under his praise.
She felt so coddled, so nurtured, so loved. Even though she was older than him, even though she was supposed to be the mature one, Cassius made her feel safe and cared for. It was intoxicating.
She was so lost in the sensation that she barely noticed Cassius pulling out two transparent suction cups.
He placed them over her nipples, one on each breast. They didn’t stick at first—the seal wasn’t tight enough.
So Cassius leaned down and sucked each nipple into his mouth, covering them with his saliva, laving them with his tongue until they were glistening and slick.
Maria watched him with adoring eyes, wanting more, wanting him to never stop.
When he pressed the suction cups back on, they stuck perfectly. Her nipples were now encased in the clear domes, the plastic pressing against her sensitive flesh.
"Cassius?" Maria asked shyly. "What are those? What are they going to do?"
He smiled mysteriously.
"You’ll see, Maria. You’ll see."
He turned his attention to her spread pussy.
"Just one more thing." He murmured.
He lifted her hips slightly, tilting her pelvis upward, and used his thumbs to spread her butt cheeks apart.
Her anus was revealed—tiny, pink, practically winking at him in the lamplight.
Maria’s face went scarlet.
"No! Cassius, no!" She tried to close her legs, to wiggle away, but he held her firm. "You can’t look there! That place is—it’s blasphemous! It’s dirty!"
"It’s not dirty, Maria." He held her open, staring at the puckered hole with open appreciation. "After all, you’re a daughter of the Goddess. A holy maiden. Not a single part of you is dirty."
"Your breasts, your pussy, even this tiny little hole—every part has a holy nature."
He pressed his finger against her anus, feeling how tightly it clenched.
"And this part..." He continued. "...is particularly holy. Look how tight it is. How resistant. It’s never been touched before, has it?"
Maria shook her head, unable to speak.
He pushed his finger inside.
"Ahhhh—! Noooo—!"
She cried out—not in pain, exactly, but in shock.
The sensation was so foreign, so strange. His finger was thick and warm, pressing against walls that had never been breached.
When he tried to pull his finger out, her anus clung to him, refusing to let go. He watched, fascinated, as the inner flesh pulled outward, revealing itself.
He couldn’t resist.
He leaned down and kissed her anus.
"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"
"No! No, not there!" Maria squirmed, her protests high and panicked. "Please don’t kiss me there, Cassius! Please—I’d rather you kiss my lips! Only my lips! Please, not there!"
But Cassius didn’t stop.
His tongue darted out, licking around the rim of her anus, tasting her. She was clean—she had just bathed and there was no unpleasantness, only the soft, musky scent of her skin.
He pushed his tongue inside—
"Ah—!"
—and Maria’s protests faded.
She couldn’t help it. The sensation was overwhelming.
His tongue was so wet, so soft, probing deep inside her in a way his finger never could.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
She felt him exploring her, licking her walls, tasting her from the inside.
It was degrading. It was wrong. It was absolutely, incredibly, wonderfully sensational.
So, she bit her lip and let him do whatever he wanted.