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

Isabelle continued licking along the underside of Cassius's cock, her strokes with her hand becoming more synchronised and firmer, as if she could coax out more of the taste she imagined.

'He's so hot...so alive. I can feel his pulse under my lips, the way his body responds to every touch...I-Is this what he meant by savouring someone else's body?'

Cassius's hand tightened in her hair, his voice low and rough as he groaned, "Yes, Isabelle. Just like that. Don't stop...Show me how much you crave it."

His praise sent a pulse of heat through her, her lips closing around the head as her tongue flicked over the slit.

"Shluck!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~ Lick!♡~ Glorp!♡~ Smack!♡"

She sucked lightly, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deeper, inch by inch, her hand stroking the base to match her mouth's rhythm.

Her inner thoughts were a mix of shame and exhilaration: 'Am I really doing this? Does he feel this much because of me?' The thought sent a wave of unfamiliar pride through her, driving her to please him more.

"Sip!♡~ Gulp!♡~ Shloop!♡~ Gluck!♡ Lick!♡~"

Her tongue worked with a newfound fervour, swirling over the head, dragging along the sides, teasing every ridge as though it were the texture of her imagined treat.

"Mwah!♡~ Glurp!♡~ Slurp!♡ Glop!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~"

Cassius's groans deepened, his hips rocking slightly as she took him deeper, her lips sliding further down his length until she gagged lightly, pulling back to catch her breath. Her eyes flicked up to him, meeting his dark, hungry gaze, and the intensity there made her stomach flutter.

"Smack!♡~ Ahhh!♡ Schlurp!♡~ Sip!♡~ Shlick!♡~"

Isabelle's lips slid further down Cassius's cock, the weight of him filling her mouth as her tongue flattened against the underside, feeling every vein and ridge as she descended.

"Shluck!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~ Lick!♡~ Glorp!♡~ Smack!♡"

Her hand at the base tightened, stroking in sync with the wet heat of her mouth. Her determination to please him burnt brighter with every low groan that escaped his lips, spurring her on.

'H-He's enjoying this...because of me. I can do this. I can make him happy.'

The thought gave her courage, and she pushed herself to take him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Sip!♡~ Gulp!♡~ Shloop!♡~ Gluck!♡ Lick!♡~"

But suddenly, as she reached the back of her throat, the sensation became overwhelming—her muscles clenched, and she gagged suddenly, her body instinctively pulling back.

"Cough!~ Cough~" A cough erupted from her lips, her eyes watering as she gasped for air, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Cassius immediately released his grip on her hair, his hand moving to the top of her head as he looked down at her, concern evident in his voice. "Isabelle..." He said, his tone softer than before. "Are you alright?" He stroked her head gently, his fingers threading through her hair in a soothing motion.

She looked up at him, her lips shiny and slightly swollen, her cheeks warm from both the effort and the heat of the moment.

A small, sheepish smile then tugged at the corners of her mouth as she nodded. "I'm fine, my lord." She said, her voice soft but steady as she glanced at his rock-hard penis. "I just got...a little too greedy."

Cassius chuckled lowly, the warmth of his amusement easing the tension between them.

"Greedy, were you?" He teased, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he tilted her chin up slightly. "But there's really no need for you to take so much of me in when it's your first time, especially since my cock isn't going to run away and you can slowly take your time getting used to it. "

The tint of pink on her face deepened at his words, but she shook her head, her smile growing more sincere despite her shyness.

"It's my duty to serve you, my lord." She said, her eyes lowering for a moment before flicking back up to meet his gaze. "For all the sins I've committed...It's my responsibility to satisfy you, to bring you pleasure, to give you anything you desire to make up for the inexcusable sin I have committed."

Cassius exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing across her flushed cheek, but his smirk returned, softer now, his dominant air still intact.

His voice was low, steady, and threaded with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver through her.

"You're full of surprises, Isabelle." He said. "I can see you're willing to give all of yourself to please me, but you don't have to force it. You're already doing more than enough."

Her heart thudded harder at the understated warmth and familiarity in his tone, but she shook her head slightly, her lips pressing together before she found the courage to speak.

"It's not just for you, my lord." She said softly, her fingers curling tighter around his cock as her voice grew more certain. "It's my responsibility. I've sinned, and this...this is my way of repenting. Of showing you my devotion, or at least that's what I think of it."

He tilted her chin slightly, his bright crimson eyes holding hers with a calm intensity.

"You see this as penance?" He asked, his smirk faint, the edge of it teasing but his gaze steady, unreadable. "I see it as something more than that. But you shouldn't have to hurt yourself just to satisfy me, Isabelle." He concluded even though what he was going to do soon was going to hurt her more then anything she had experienced before.

Ignorant to the plans he has for her, Isabelle's ears burnt brighter, but she forced herself to meet his gaze, her voice lowering, growing softer, more hesitant.

"It doesn't hurt me at all, Young Master...A-And honestly, I'm not doing this because I'm being forced." She whispered, her lips trembling as she spoke. "In actuality, when I saw how much you enjoyed it, y-you when I went deeper, it made me want to do more. To give you more. You seemed so pleased, and I-I want to make you happy...Happier than you already were."

Her words trailed off as the weight of her admission settled between them, her warmth on her face spreading down her neck as she dropped her gaze.

Cassius was silent for a moment, his thumb brushing her lip, tugging it free from where her teeth had trapped it.

His smirk remained, subtle but unmistakable, his expression unreadable except for the faint flicker of warmth in his eyes, and then came a sigh, as if even though what was building here was something he was looking forward to, it was also something that would be destroyed by what he was about to do in the future, which made him feel a bit sad.

"You're an eager little thing, aren't you?" He said finally, his tone quiet but rich with amusement as he decided to ignore the coming future and focus on the present. "So eager to please, you're willing to push yourself just to see me satisfied."

Her breath caught at his words, her heart racing as her lips parted to respond. "I just..." She began, her voice trembling. "I-I want to be useful to you, Young Master. To give you what you deserve."

His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, his smirk widening just a fraction as he leaned closer, his voice a low, commanding murmur.

"If that's what you want, Isabelle, then I'll take what you're offering. But remember, devotion isn't about how far you can go—it's about how well you can obey. There's no need to overdo it."

Isabelle's embarrassment grew as her fingers tightened slightly around Cassius's cock, her small, bashful smile trembling at the edges with both fluster and resolve.

"Yes, Young Master." She said softly, her voice carrying the weight of her devotion as she prepared to lower herself again.

But just as her lips parted, Cassius's hand tightened lightly in her hair as he pulled her away, halting her movements.

She froze, her wide, curious eyes darting up to him as he leaned back slightly, an unmistakable glint of mischief flashing across his face. His lips curled into an evil smile that sent a shiver through her, though she wasn't entirely sure if it was dread or anticipation.

"Stop for a moment." He said, his voice low but laced with a playful edge. He then tilted his head, watching her intently, his smirk deepening as he spoke, "You've been so eager, so devoted...But after that little incident, I think you might need a drink to clear your throat. Don't you agree, Isabelle?"

Her eyes brightened as her lips pressed together as she nodded hesitantly. The idea of a drink was appealing, though she couldn't shake the feeling that he was up to something.

"Yes, Young Master." She said softly. "I think a drink would be nice."

Cassius's smirk widened, the expression almost predatory as he sat up straighter.

"Splendid!" He said, his tone dripping with amusement. He glanced toward the far end of the table where a silver container sat, condensation clinging to its sides. "Apple juice should do the trick."

He then reached out lazily, his fingers brushing the edge of the container but failing to grasp it.

His smirk faltered briefly, and then in an exaggerated manner, without even attempting to pick it up once again, he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head as though lamenting a great tragedy.

"Alas." He said, his voice loud and theatrical. "It seems I cannot reach it. What a shame."

Isabelle blinked, her eyes looking up at him in confusion as she looked between him and the container. "Would you like me to-"

"No, no." Cassius interrupted, waving a hand dismissively as though her suggestion were preposterous. His grin returned, sharper now, as his gaze flicked toward the other end of the table. "Rather than you, Isabelle, I think our dear Edmund should assist us, seeing as he's the one closest to the container."

At the mention of his name, Edmund's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as they met Cassius's.

He'd been sitting silently, his shoulders stiff, his gaze fixed on the plate in front of him, trying desperately to drown out the humiliating spectacle unfolding before him. But now, with Cassius's mocking smile directed his way, he felt every nerve in his body ignite.

Cassius leaned back in his chair, resting an arm over the backrest as he gestured lazily toward the container.

"Edmund..." He said with urgency, his tone dripping with false politeness. "Would you be so kind as to pour me a glass? My throat's quite parched, and Isabelle will need it too, of course."

His gaze then flicked briefly back to Isabelle, who was thinking that her young master really enjoyed tormenting Edmund, even making him bring refreshments to the same man who was having his cock sucked by his fiancee...