Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 123: I Need You To Fill Me Up!

Cassius's finger thrust deeper into Isabelle's tight, soapy asshole, the slick lather easing his aggressive, relentless pumps as her plush, voluptuous cheeks quivered in her shaky hands, her soft flesh trembling under the force of his passion.

He pressed himself closer, his chest melding with her slick, heated back, his breath hot and ragged against her neck as his eyes blazed with an insatiable, passionate fire, his hands claiming her with a fierce, unrelenting desire.

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

"Not enough." He growled, as he fingered her harder, his thrusts growing faster, deeper, his finger plunging into her anus with a wet fervor that made her gasp and writhe. "These fingers—they're nothing, Isabelle. I want my cock in there—wanna stuff it deep, ram this sweet asshole until I feel every inch of you with the tip. I wanna mark you—fuck, I wanna leave a big, hot load inside, claim you from the inside out." His words dripped with a primal hunger, his finger curling inside her, stretching her tight walls as he drove her closer to the edge.

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

"Young Master—no!" She cried, her voice quivering with a frantic blend of protest and ecstasy as her anus clenched around his finger, the sensation a searing, pulsing wave that threatened to unravel her completely. "You can't—I'm already...oh, your fingers are too much! If you put something so big inside, I'd I'd be left gaping!"

"...I-I don't even know if I could close up again!"

Her mind spun with vivid, wild images—her anus stretched wide around his thick cock, a hot, gaping void pulsing with his presence, the thought sending a shiver of both fear and forbidden thrill through her lower body.

Cassius's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a fierce, possessive heat as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear with a rough, passionate kiss. "Gaping, huh? Well, I don't care if you can't close, Isabelle." He said, as he thrust his finger even harder, his knuckle slamming against her rim with every plunge. "I'll make you an anal plug—stuff it in there, keep you ready for me. Whenever I want this ass, I'll yank it out and plunge my cock in deep—fuck you as you're screaming my name, over and over."

His words were a dark promise, his finger pumping relentlessly as he painted a picture of their future, his desire for her burning through every syllable.

Isabelle's eyes widened, a soft, excited whimper escaping her as the filthy, passionate vision ignited a fresh wave of heat in her belly, her anus pulsing around his finger with a desperate, needy grip.

"Oh my!♡~" She gasped, her voice breaking into a high, pleading moan as her body arched, her thick thighs trembling with the intensity of her arousal. "That's...That's so bad...so naughty! You'd...You'd really do that? Keep me open, just for you?"

Her pussy clenched, a slick rush of wetness dripping down her legs as the thought of him claiming her so thoroughly sent her spiraling, her restraint crumbling under the flood of pleasure.

"Damn right I would." He snarled, his finger slamming into her asshole with a fierce, passion, his other hand sliding around to grip her hip, pulling her back against him as he ground his hardening cock against her lower back. "I'd fuck this tight little ass every chance I get—stuff it full of my cock, feel you squeeze me until I burst. I want to ram it so deep you'll feel me in your soul, Isabelle—leave you dripping with me, marked as mine." His voice was a rough, his finger curling and thrusting as he drove her higher, her moans mingling with his dirty talk in a heated peak.

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

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"Yes—oh, yes, Young Master!♡~" She cried, her voice a trembling wail of surrender as she gave in fully, her hands spreading her ass wider as she pushed against him. "F-Fuck me there...S-Stuff me with your cock, make me yours! I want it...I want you so bad!"

The words spilled from her lips in a rush of passion, her mind alight with images of him plunging into her, filling her with his heat, the sensation a fiery dance that consumed her entirely.

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

Cassius groaned, his eyes flashing with a lustful gleam as he fingered her harder, his thrusts growing wilder, more aggressive, his finger plunging deep into her asshole.

"That's my girl—begging for it like you were born for my cock." He said with adoration and desire as he pressed his lips to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "I'm gonna ram this ass so hard—fuck you so good you'll never forget who owns you."

"...You ready for that, Isabelle? Ready for me to stretch you wide and fill you up?"

Her moans escalated, her body trembling as the pleasure surged, a hot, coiling pressure building in her core with every thrust, every filthy word.

"Oh—Young Master, please!♡~" She sobbed, her voice breaking into a desperate, passionate plea as she rocked against him, her anus clenching around his finger in a frantic manner. "Stretch me fill me! I need it—I need you inside me, marking me!♡~ Oh, it's...It's too good!♡~" Her pussy throbbed, her entire body alight with a blazing, erotic heat as she teetered on the edge, her thoughts a whirlwind of him claiming her, owning her in the most intimate, primal way.

"Fuck, Isabelle—gonna stuff you so full!" He growled, his finger plunging deeper, faster, his thrusts a relentless, passionate assault that pushed her over the brink. "Take it—take me gonna ram this ass and dump everything I've got inside you, make you mine forever!" His voice was a fervent snarl, his finger curling inside her as he drove her to the peak, her moans echoing wildly as her body surrendered completely.

"Ohhh!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Unghhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Nnnm!"

...That is, until finally, Isabelle's head snapped back, a loud, shuddering scream tearing from her throat as her body convulsed, the pleasure exploding through her in a searing, uncontrollable wave.

"Young Master—oh, I'm—!" Her words dissolved into a cry of ecstasy as she came, her pussy clenching hard as she squirted, a hot, forceful gush bursting from her, splashing across the tiles in wild, glistening arcs.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Her anus spasmed around his finger, her thick thighs trembling as the orgasm ripped through her, her slick release pooling beneath them as she bucked and writhed, her hands slipping from her cheeks to grip his arm for support, her breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Cassius held her tight, his finger still buried in her asshole as he slowed his thrusts, drawing out every last shudder of her climax with a gentle, loving care, his lips pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as she trembled in his arms. "That's it, Isabelle." He murmured, as he nuzzled her neck, his eyes glowing with a fierce, possessive adoration. "So fucking beautiful—coming for me like that, squirting all over. You're mine, my sweet treasure—every inch of you, forever."

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

His words wrapped around her like a warm embrace, his finger easing out as she slumped against him, her body a quivering, pleasure—soaked mess, glowing with the aftermath of their passionate, erotic union.

Her breath came in soft, uneven pants, her chest rising and falling as she nestled into him, the warmth of his strong embrace grounding her in the haze of ecstasy.

But as the waves of her orgasm subsided, a new sensation stirred—a restless, pulsing throb in her pussy that refused to quiet, a yearning that tugged at her core and left her aching for more.

And almost as if he could sense that ache, Cassius's hands slid down her hips, his touch firm yet tender as he spread her pussy wide, his fingers parting her swollen, glistening folds with a slow, deliberate grace.

Her wetness coated his hands, a slick, shimmering testament to her earlier release, and Isabelle's breath stuttered as she felt him play with her, his fingers gliding through her sensitive slit, teasing her clit with a gentle, circling stroke that sent a fresh spark of heat racing through her.

"Look at this, Isabelle." He murmured, as he toyed with her, his touch igniting her nerves anew. "So damn wet—look how much you squirted, all over the place. You're such a naughty little thing, aren't you? So wild and dirty, making a mess like that just for me."

Her cheeks bumed, a flush of embarrassment mingling with a quiet thrill as she shifted in his arms, her hands gripping his forearms for support. "Young Master!...I-It's not like that!" She gasped, her voice a trembling whisper, soft and flustered as the sensation of his fingers sent shivers cascading through her.

'He's...He's looking at me like that again—like I'm some beautiful, untamed thing.' She thought, her mind swirling with shame and delight.

The way her pussy responded throbbing and slick under his touch—felt like a secret she couldn't hide, a wild pulse that betrayed her usual restraint.

"I-I couldn't help it!" She finally stammered, her tone a blend of protest and surrender as she pressed herself closer, her body humming with need. "It's all because of you your thick fingers, the way you....You made me feel back there. You pushed me to do something so naughty and I didn't even mean to let go like that!"

Her thoughts raced, the memory of his fingers in her anus flashing through her mind—the searing stretch, the overwhelming pleasure that had unraveled her so completely.

It was so intense—so forbidden, she mused, her heart pounding as she recalled how her body had betrayed her, squirting in a wild, uncontrollable burst.

"I shouldn't have liked it so much...but he made it feel so right, so necessary.'

The ache in her pussy grew sharper, a desperate, pulsing need that contrasted with the satisfied glow in her butt, and she tilted her head back, her blue eyes shimmering with a loving, pleading glow as she gazed up at him.

"And because of you, my backside feels so...so full, so complete." She murmured, her voice softening with a tender ache. "But my front—oh, Young Master, my front's still throbbing, like it's begging for something."

"...Something big and thick to fill it up. I can't stop wanting it!♡~"

Cassius's eyes darkened, a fierce, passionate hunger flaring in them as he leaned in, his lips brushing her forehead with a warm, teasing kiss. "Oh, is that so?" He asked as he slid his fingers deeper, stroking her slick folds with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her whimper. "What's it craving. Isabelle? What big, thick thing's got this sweet pussy all desperate? Tell me ask for it yourself. I need to hear it from you, my little treasure."

His words were a gentle command, laced with a deep, adoring heat that sent a shiver down her spine, his fingers pausing just enough to leave her aching, her body trembling with anticipation.

Isabelle's breath caught, a soft, nervous giggle bubbling up as she shifted against him, her hands sliding down his chest with a loving touch.

'He wants me to say it to ask for him.' She thought, her mind a whirl of excitement and shy longing as her fingers brushed the waistband of his pants, trembling with a boldness and uncertainty.

The throbbing in her pussy was insistent, a deep, pulsing call that drowned out her usual modesty, and because of that she felt a surge of courage as she slipped her hands inside, her heart racing as she encountered the hard, pulsing heat of his massive cock.

And then with a slow motion, she tugged his pants down, freeing his thick, throbbing length, her small hands wrapping around it as she began to rub him, her touch a blend of awe and eager desire.

The weight of him in her palms, the rigid, veined surface, sent a thrill through her, and she looked up at him, her eyes glowing with love and need.

"This..." She whispered, her voice a soft, fervent plea as she stroked his cock, her fingers tracing its length with a trembling reverence. "I want this Inside me, Young Master—your thick, baby-making shaft. I want it filling my pussy up, stretching me so it doesn't feel left out after...after what you did back there."

"...Please I need it so much, that I can't stand it anymore!♡~"

Cassius groaned, as her hands worked him, his cock twitching eagerly in her grip, the heat of her touch stoking the fire in his veins. And in response, slid his hands under her, lifting her slightly as he positioned his cock beneath her pussy, the thick, swollen tip brushing her slick folds, teasing her entrance with a slow, tantalizing glide that made her moan softly.

"You sure about this, Isabelle?" He murmured, as he pressed himself against her, his tip nudging her clit with every shallow thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through her. "Look how big I am could stretch this tight little pussy wide, maybe even tear through you if I go too deep."

"...Are you willing to take that risk? Let me fuck you raw, fill you up with my cock?"

Her breath quickened, a soft, trembling moan spilling from her lips as she felt his cock rub against her, the heat and thickness of it igniting a wildfire of need in her core.

'He's so...so huge.'

She thought, her mind reeling as she imagined him plunging into her, stretching her pussy to its limits, the sensation a vivid, pulsing promise that made her heart race.

'It's risky—dangerous, even—but oh, I want it. I want him so badly it hurts.'

The throbbing in her pussy was a desperate, aching drumbeat, drowning out any flicker of doubt, and she leaned forward, bracing herself against the edge of the tub, her hands gripping the rim as she pushed her ass out toward him, her thick, plush cheeks swaying invitingly.

She then glanced back at him, her blue eyes shimmering with a fierce, loving intensity, her voice a fervent, trembling whisper. "I don't care, Young Master." She said, her tone raw with passion as she pressed herself back against him, her slick folds brushing his tip in a needy, desperate plea. "After what you've done—after how you've made me feel I want your cock. I want you to make me yours, to fill me so deep I feel awned by you—by my Young Master."

"...I want every man who looks at me to know my body, my pussy, everything belongs to you. Please—can you grant your little maid's request? Can you make me feel like I'm truly yours?"

Her thoughts surged with a wild, romantic fervor, the image of him claiming her—marking her as his with every thrust, filling her with a dizzying sense of belonging.

'I want them to see it to know I'm his, body and soul.'

She mused, her pussy clenching at the thought of his cock stretching her, filling her with his heat, the risk only heightening her desire.

'It's more than want it's need. I need him to take me, to make me whole.'

Cassius's grin turned fierce, his eyes blazing with a possessive, passionate heat as he gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he steadied her against the tub.

"Goddamn, Isabelle." He growled, as he slid his cock along her pussy, coating it in her wetness with slow strokes that made her whimper. "You're begging so sweetly, so how could I ever deny you?"

"...And just because of that I'm going to stuff this pussy full and fuck you deep until you're mine in every way and everyone knows you belong to me."

And finally, he pressed the tip against her entrance, nudging it inside with a slow, teasing thrust, stretching her tight walls as she gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of her need, her thoughts a swirling dance of love and surrender as she gave herself to him completely...