Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Seeing his skepticism, Skadi's desperation deepened, her voice taking on a pleading edge as she pressed on.

"I'm serious, Master—it's true I used to pee my pants a lot, okay? Back when I was a kid, it was...It was bad. So bad my parents had to get me a separate bed because I kept soaking theirs when we slept together...They'd wake up soaked, and I'd just be there, mortified, crying about it."

"But I stopped—I swear I did! I got over it years ago! Now I make sure to use the bathroom every single night before I go to sleep, just to be safe...There's no way it was me please, you've got to believe me!"

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her face twisting into a pitiful, imploring look as she clasped her hands together, practically begging him to take her side.

Cassius let her words hang in the air for a moment, his smile softening into something almost sympathetic, though the mischief still danced in his eyes.

Then he uncrossed his arms, leaning forward slightly as he tilted his head. "Oh, I want to believe you, Skadi." He said, his tone teasing. "But then what about that puddle next to your bed? That little wet spot right by your hips? Who else could've done it, hmm?" He pointed a finger down towards the room, his grin sharpening. "Don't try pinning it on Julie or Aisha—they were way over on the other side of the bed, fast asleep. You were the one right there, nice and cozy next to it."

"...So, what's your excuse for that?"

Skadi's mouth opened, then closed, her tail drooping as her mind raced.

The puddle—it was, plain as day, soaking into the sheets where she'd been lying as she didn't know what to say about it, which made her ears flatten further, her brow furrowing as doubt crept in, gnawing at her certainty.

"I...I don't..." She mumbled, her voice trailing off as she stared into the distance, her thoughts spiraling. Then, in a dazed, almost resigned tone, she spoke again. "Maybe...maybe it's true. Maybe I didn't realize what I did. I was dreaming—dreaming of swimming in a river, all cool and refreshing, and...maybe that's why. Maybe I just...let go without knowing it." She blinked slowly, her shoulders slumping as the idea took hold, her own logic turning against her.

But then her eyes snapped back to Cassius, wide with sudden panic as she lurched forward, grabbing at his arm with both hands.

"Please, Master—please!" She cried, her voice trembling with urgency. "You can't tell anyone what you saw! Not the legion, not anyone! If they find out if word gets around I'll be ruined! Skadi's name, Skadi's pride, everything Skadi's built as a knight—it'll all go down the drain! I won't be able to show my face anywhere, ever again! Please, I'm begging you—keep this between us!"

Cassius tilted his head, his smile shifting into something sly and knowing as he gently pried her hands off his arm, holding them for a moment before letting go.

"I don't know, Skadi." He said, his voice lilting with feigned indecision as he tapped a finger against his chin. "It's tempting to keep it quiet, sure—but it'd be hilarious to tell Aisha. Can you imagine her face? That smug little cat would have a field day with this."

"I bet she'd bring it up every chance she got—just picture her smirking at you over breakfast, 'Oh, Skadi, careful with that juice, wouldn't want another accident!"" He chuckled, his eyes glinting with wicked delight as he watched her reaction.

Skadi jolted upright, her tail shooting straight up as she let out a horrified yelp.

"No—no, anything but that!" She squeaked, her hands flailing again as she stepped closer, her voice rising in a frantic plea. "Not Aisha—please, Master, not her! That cat'll never let it go—she'll torment me forever!"

"She already made fun of me today, teasing me about peeing my pants as a child, saying I smelled like a wet dog! If she finds out about this, I'll never hear the end of it—she'll rub it in my face every single day!"

"...I'll do anything, anything to keep her from knowing! Just name it, please!"

Cassius's grin widened, his eyes narrowing as a dark, playful gleam sparked within them.

"Really?" He said, his voice dropping into a low, suggestive purr as he leaned closer, his face inches from hers. "Anything? You'll do anything for me, Skadi?" He let the question hang, his gaze boring into her, the air between them crackling with a sudden, dangerous tension.

Skadi froze, her breath catching as she registered the shift in his tone, the evil glint in his eyes.

But her desperation outweighed her wariness, and she nodded vigorously, her tail wagging slightly despite her nerves. "Yes—yes, anything!" She said, her voice firm despite the tremor running through it. "As long as that cat doesn't find out as long as no one knows what happened—I'll do whatever you ask, Master! Just...please, keep it quiet!"

Skadi's desperate plea hung in the cool night air, her voice trembling with fear and hope as she stared up at Cassius, her tail wagging faintly despite her nerves.

And seeing this, Cassius's smile widened, a slow, satisfied curl of his lips as he watched her tumble headfirst into the trap he'd so neatly laid out. He'd hooked her, reeled her in with barely a tug, and now she was floundering right where he wanted her.

Leaning back against the chimney, he let out a long, exaggerated sigh, his eyes glinting with a playful mischief that belied the darker glee simmering beneath.

"Fine..." He said, dragging the word out as if it pained him to concede. "Because I'm such a good master—generous, benevolent, all that nonsense—I'll let this little matter slide. Your secret's safe with me, Skadi." He waved a hand dismissively, his tone dripping with mock magnanimity, as if he were granting her some grand favor.

Skadi's face lit up instantly, her ears perking as a wave of relief washed over her. "Oh, thank you, Master!" She started, her voice bubbling with gratitude as she clasped her hands together, her tail giving an excited little twitch.

But before she could finish, Cassius raised a finger, cutting her off mid-breath, his smile sharpening into something more calculating.

"But of course..." He interjected, his voice taking on a sly edge. "...since I'm keeping this quiet, I'm missing out on the sheer joy of spilling it to Aisha."

"You should've seen it—her smug little grin, those sharp quips she'd sling your way. That's gone now, thanks to your begging. So..." He paused, letting the words dangle like bait, his eyes narrowing as he watched her reaction. "...You've got to make up for that lost entertainment, don't you think? Compensate me for my sacrifice."

Skadi blinked, her innocent gaze locking onto his as she nodded without a hint of hesitation. "Of course!" She chirped, her voice bright and eager, oblivious to the undertow pulling her deeper. "Anything for you, Master—I'm so happy you're letting this go! Just tell me what you want, and Skadi will do it!"

Cassius tilted his head, his grin stretching into something downright wicked as he echoed her words with a slow, deliberate drawl.

"Really?" He said, his tone heavy with implication. Then he leaned in closer, his blood-covered face catching the moonlight as he revealed his request. "Even if what I want..."

"...Is to clean up that spot you probably soaked through by now?..."

"...You know, the very place you peed from—get it all nice and tidy. Would you still allow me to do it?"

Suprisingly, unlike most people, who'd flush red and stammer at such a vulgar, invasive suggestion and slap the person who uttered it on the face, Skadi's innocent mind veered off in a completely different direction.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, and she glanced down at her crotch, then back up at Cassius with a puzzled tilt of her head.

"Why...Why would you want to do that, Master?" She asked, her voice genuinely curious, tinged with a hint of disbelief. "Why would you want to clean such a dirty place? Skadi would never do something like that—it's all gross and messy down there!"

Cassius's grin softened, shifting into something almost caring as he adopted the tone of a concerned, doting master.

"Oh, Skadi." He said, his voice warm and reassuring. "It's not about wanting to—it's about looking out for you."

"You see if you pee your pants and just leave it there, let it sit and fester, you could get a rash. And trust me, Skadi, that's no small thing...It'd itch like mad, maybe even get infected could be real trouble down the line."

"I care about my knights well-being more than anything else, you know that. So, I just want to make sure you're all cleaned up, no spots missed, so you don't have to deal with that...It's for your own good."

Hearing this atrocious lie, Skadi's eyes widened, her trust in him so absolute that not a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. His words sank in, and she nodded slowly, her tail giving a little wag as she processed his explanation.

"Ohhh!~" She said, her voice softening with awe. "You're so good, Master! So different from those other nobles—all they care about is themselves, their gold, their fancy titles. But you—you're always looking out for us! You're the best master ever, truly!" Her face lit up with a beaming smile, her admiration for him glowing as bright as the moon overhead.

Cassius felt a tiny pang of guilt twist in his chest—her earnestness, her blind faith in him, was almost too pure to toy with.

Almost.

But before he could savor the moment, Skadi's expression shifted.

A sudden memory flickered in her eyes, and she tilted her head, her voice taking on an innocent, thoughtful tone.

"Wait, though...my mama told me something once." She said, her brow furrowing slightly. "She said that part of my body—down there—it's sacred, you know? That I shouldn't show it to anyone except my husband someday."

"She said it's special, like my chest and my butt, and if anyone tries to touch those spots, I should deal with them right away...No hesitation whatsoever."

She paused, then grinned sheepishly, her claws flexing as she continued.

"One time, this guy at a tavern got drunk and tried to grab my chest—thought he'd get a feel, I guess. And then I remembered what Mom said, so I didn't even think—I just cut his hands off, clean through!...Blood everywhere, and he was screaming, but I figured he had it coming."

She giggled, a little proud of herself, oblivious to the way Cassius's grin faltered for a split second, a shiver running down his spine at the casual ferocity in her tale.

But he recovered quickly, though, his courage bolstered by the challenge of her trust. Clearing his throat, he leaned in with a serious nod, his voice cool and convincing.

"Your mother was right, Skadi." He said, his tone grave but warm. "Those parts are sacred, meant only for a husband to see—that's true enough."

"But here's the thing: a master's position...It's higher than a husband's, isn't it? Above all else, really. I mean, I'm the one who commands you, protects you, keeps you safe."

"...So, by that logic, I've got every right to look out for you there too, don't I? It's not about breaking the rules—it's about bending them for your own good."

Skadi's eyes widened again, her innocent mind latching onto his reasoning like it was gospel. She nodded slowly, then more firmly, her tail wagging with renewed confidence.

"Oh...That makes sense!" She said, her voice brightening as she pieced it together. "You're above all, Master of course you are! If anyone's allowed, it's you...Alright then!"

Before Cassius could react, she shifted her stance, pushing her hips forward slightly and thrusting her crotch out toward him with an earnest, guileless trust.

"Go ahead—help me clean up, Master! Skadi doesn't want a rash or anything, and I know you'll do it right!"

Cassius blinked, caught off guard by her sudden, shameless compliance, her complete gullibility to his twisted little game laid bare before him. Her wide, trusting eyes stared up at him, her tail wagging eagerly as she waited for him to make good on his 'caring' offer.

For a moment, he just stood there, his grin frozen as a flicker of something—perplexity, disbelief, maybe even a touch of guiltflashed through him.

But then he chuckled, low and wicked, shaking his head as he stepped closer, his eyes glinting with delight and mischief.

"Well, Skadi." He murmured, his voice a velvet purr. "Let's get you sorted then."

"...Can't have my favorite puppy suffering, can I?"

Cassius's grin morphed into a predatory smirk, his eyes blazing with a raw, insatiable hunger as Skadi pushed her hips forward, offering herself up with that guileless trust that set his blood aflame.

And then without hesitation whatsoever, he sank to his knees before her, the cold rooftop tiles biting into his skin, a sharp contrast to the heat pulsing through him as he drank in the sight of her.

His hands, still covered with drying blood, trembled with anticipation as they brushed the waistband of her pants and with a slow, sensual tug, he peeled them down, the fabric rasping against her skin like a lover's whisper, unveiling the thick, powerful curves of her thighs—taut with muscle yet plush with a softness that begged to be gripped.

The moonlight bathed her pale flesh in a silvery sheen, shadows pooling in the dips and valleys of her form, igniting a primal ache in his core.

His breath grew even more ragged as he hooked his fingers into her blue underwear, the thin cotton clinging to her hips like a teasing veil.

He dragged them down with agonizing slowness, savoring the way they slid over her skin, the cool night air kissing her bare flesh as her pussy emerged, glistening wetly under the moon's sultry glow.

Cassius's gaze locked onto it immediately, his throat tightening as desire surged through him, hot and unrelenting.

Her pussy's lips were pale and swollen, plump with a succulent fullness that parted slightly to reveal a slick, fleshy pink interior—ripe and glistening, a vision of raw, untouched beauty that pulsed with an almost hypnotic allure.

And above it, a dense tuft of silver hair crowned her mound, wild and thick, its fluffiness a stark, adorable counterpoint to the primal heat below, curling like a wolf's pelt under the lunar light...