Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 517: It’s An Emergency!

Cassius’s rhythm stayed slow at first, deep strokes that let Julie feel every bit of his cock claiming her for the first time.

Then he glanced down between their bodies and saw the faint red streaking his shaft.

He let out a low chuckle.

"Look at that, my proud holy knight." He purred, voice dripping with filthy pride. "Your sword has spilled rivers of enemy blood on the battlefield and now..."

"...my sword has drawn first blood from you. Seems we both have a taste for red."

"C-Cassius...!" Julie whimpered, face burning hotter than the fireplace.

But he just snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt again, making her cry out.

"Feel that, Julie? Your virgin cunt is bleeding for me. Marking me as your first. Every warrior should leave a scar on the one who conquers her, don’t you think?"

He pulled almost all the way out, letting her see the proof on his cock, then slammed back in.

"Fuck, you’re tight. This pussy was forged for war, but tonight it’s surrendering to me. Every clench, every flutter, that’s your body swearing allegiance."

Julie’s fingers clawed at the sheets, moans spilling out uncontrollably.

"I-I was supposed to be the one watching." She gasped, voice trembling with pleasure and embarrassment. "I was supposed to stand guard while you fucked the others...but now—ahh!—now everyone’s watching me get ruined!♡~"

Cassius leaned over her, chest to her back, lips brushing her ear as he started pounding harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

"That’s right, Julie. All those times you stood at the door, stoic and silent, watching me ruin the rest of them...now the tables are turned. Look at them."

Julie forced her eyes open. Through tear-blurred vision she saw the others, Isabelle, Vivi, Portia, Diana, Aisha, Skadi, Nala, all staring back with glazed, hungry eyes, lips parted in awe and anticipation.

"They’re mesmerized." Cassius growled, driving into her relentlessly. "Watching their proud, untouchable knight get her virgin cunt split open on my cock. Hear that?"

He angled his hips, making her cry out louder.

"That sound? That’s the sound of your legend changing. From tonight on, every time they look at you they’ll remember how you screamed my name while I painted your womb white."

Julie sobbed with pleasure, pushing back against him.

"It’s too much!♡~ Y-Your cock is too big—stretching me!♡~ Ruining me!♡~"

"Good." He snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "I want you ruined for anyone else. I want this pussy to remember my shape forever."

"Every time you swing that sword, every time you ride into battle, I want you to feel me right here..." He thrust brutally deep, grinding against her cervix. "...and know your body belongs to the man who took your virginity in front of the entire family."

Julie’s entire body shook, tears of overwhelming sensation rolling down her cheeks.

"They’re all staring..." She whimpered. "They can see everything..."

"Let them see." Cassius growled, voice dark and possessive. "Let them watch their knight turn into my perfect little slut. Let them see how wet you are, how you cream around my cock while it bleeds for me."

He reached under her, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles.

"Come on, Julie. Show them how a real warrior surrenders. Scream for me! Let the whole estate hear who owns this pussy now!"

Julie broke.

Her back arched violently, a raw cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, walls clamping down on him like a vice, milking him desperately.

Cassius also roared, slamming into her one final time, burying himself against her womb as his cock pulsed and erupted.

"Take it—take every drop—your first creampie, straight into that virgin womb—mine, mine, mine—"

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

Thick, hot splurts flooded her, painting her insides white, marking her in the most primal way possible.

Julie collapsed forward, trembling, whimpering, utterly claimed, while Cassius stayed buried inside Julie’s freshly deflowered pussy, savoring the way her walls fluttered around him.

He looked down at her ruined, leaking cunt, then lower to the tiny, pink, untouched ring just beneath.

"Look at you, my proud captain." Cassius chuckled, brushing sweat-soaked hair from her face. "I’ve only taken your pussy virginity and you’re already on the edge of passing out. If I shove my cock into this perfect little asshole right now, you’ll faint for sure."

He glanced at the five women still bent over the bed, asses raised, watching in dazed, hungry silence.

"That’s why I’m going to need some help." He declared, voice warm but commanding. "Lubrication..And else is going to help but your own family."

He spread Julie’s hard cheeks wide, exposing that pristine, quivering ring.

"I want every single one of you to come here and spit on your captain’s asshole. Make it nice and sloppy for me."

A collective gasp erupted.

"Cassius—no! That’s too degrading!" Aisha choked. "She’s the leader of the Holy Guard! She’s my big sister! I-I can’t spit on her like that!"

"Y-yes, Master...that’s so rude to Captain!" Skadi’s ears curved down, tail drooping. "She someone who raised me ever since I was a pup! I can’t spit on her."

But Cassius just smiled, slid a single finger into Julie’s virgin asshole without warning—

"Ahhhhh!"

—to which her entire body jolted, a broken, desperate moan tearing from her throat.

"See that?" He asked calmly, slowly pumping the finger. "One finger and she’s already losing her mind...Now imagine my cock going in dry."

He looked up at them, eyebrow raised.

"Help her, or I go in raw...Your choice."

Aisha bit her lip, eyes glassy with conflict. But then she realised what Cassius was saying made sense and in one way she would be helping her out, so she crawled forward on shaky knees, while he kept her ass spread open.

Aisha then leaned over, let a long, glistening strand of saliva drop from her lips, watching it land perfectly on Julie’s twitching pink ring.

"Hmmm!♡~" Julie whimpered at the warm contact.

Skadi followed, tongue out, letting a thick ribbon of drool drip down with a shy little

"Woof...sorry, Captain..."

Cassius used his thumbs to rub the spit in, coating every inch.

He then turned to the others.

"All of you are family as well...So, come one."

Diana crawled forward gracefully first, letting a delicate stream fall from her lips while absentmindedly fingering her own dripping pussy.

Then came the others, but Cassius gave them different instructions.

"Vivi, Nala, Portia, Isabelle, spit. Direct hit."

One by one they obeyed, faces flaming with humiliation and arousal.

Vivi spat with a tiny, embarrassed squeak.

Ptoo!

Nala hissed but let a thick glob land right on target.

Ptoo!

Portia, ever dignified, still spat with perfect aim.

Ptoo!

Isabelle, blushing crimson, added her own generous contribution.

Ptoo!

After getting all the lubrication he needed, Cassius worked it all in, fingers sliding, spreading, until Julie’s asshole glistened like it had been oiled, sparkling under the candlelight.

He then looked around at the circle of women crouched around their captain, asses still sore from their own use, and smiled proudly.

"This..." He said, rubbing the slick head of his cock through the mess of saliva. "...is a family effort. Without all of you, Julie wouldn’t be able to take this without screaming herself unconscious. You’re making it easier on her and she loves you for it."

"Isn’t that right, Julie?" He leaned down to Julie’s ear. "Tell them how grateful you are."

Julie, voice slurred and dreamy, managed a weak, blissful smile.

"Yes...Cassius...I love them...love my family...thank you...thank you for helping my ass..."

The women blushed furiously, some whimpering at the raw sincerity.

"Good girl." Cassius laughed softly.

He then pressed the fat head of his cock against her spit-soaked ring, rubbing it in circles, coating himself thoroughly.

"Deep breath, Julie. Time to take your last virginity."

He began to push, watching that perfect, muscular ring bloom open around his crown, swallowing him inch by agonizing inch—while Julie’s back bent, a low, continuous moan spilling from her lips as her body accepted what it had been waiting for.

But just as he was was halfway in, hips trembling with restraint, suddenly—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Young master! Young master!" Lucius’s frantic voice came through the heavy door, accompanied by furious pounding. "Emergency! You have to come out right now! It’s urgent!"

Cassius froze, cock buried to the hilt in Julie’s impossibly tight, saliva-slicked ass, her ring stretched wide around him, pulsing like it was trying to pull him even deeper.

He thought about it for a moment...before he shook his head, muttering under his breath.

"Ignore him. Just ignore him..."

He drew back an inch and slammed forward again, making Julie let out a broken, keening moan as the head of his cock kissed the deepest part of her.

But once again—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Young master! Please! The estate is in danger! You have to come out right now!"

Cassius gritted his teeth, hips stilling.

"It can’t be that bad. It’s Lucius being dramatic. Nothing I can’t finish in—"

BANG BANG BANG!

"PLEASE! It’s a message from the royal family itself!"

That stopped him cold.

Cassius’s head dropped, forehead resting between Julie’s shoulder blades as he exhaled a long, tortured groan.

"It can’t be that serious...it can’t be..."

But the others were already stirring, worried.

"Cassius...if it’s the royal family, you have to go." Diana said, instantly becoming worried after hearing who it was from.

"We’ll still be here when you get back." Isabelle nodded, already on alert.

Even Julie, half-delirious, managed a weak nod against the sheets.

"Go...my asshole isn’t going anywhere...I’ll keep it warm for you..."

Seeing all of their concerned faces, Cassius let out the deepest, most suffering sigh in recorded history.

"Fine. Fine. Nobody move a muscle. I’ll be back in a jiffy."

With heroic self-control, he began to pull out, slowly, agonizingly slowly.

The moment the head slipped free, her hole stayed gaping wide open, a perfect, glistening pink tunnel that refused to close, twitching invitingly like it was begging him to come back.

Cassius then grabbed a silk robe, threw it on over his still-raging erection—which tented the fabric obscenely and stomped to the door.

He cracked it open just enough to glare out and Lucius stood there, pale and trembling, clearly expecting the worst.

Before Cassius could snarl, Lucius’s eyes flicked inside like he was trying to see what was going on, before his eyes trembled with sudden, childlike excitement.

"Young master!" He whispered, voice suddenly bright. "Is it true you’ve been popping bottles of champagne in there? I kept hearing all these loud popping sounds! Were you having a drinking party without me?"

"That’s so cruel! I thought you were doing naughty things, so I stayed outside like a good boy, but if it was just wine—"

Cassius’s eye twitched.

For a solid three seconds he just stared, jaw clenched, trying to process.

Then it clicked.

The ’popping sounds’ Lucius heard were the jeweled plugs being yanked out of four very well-prepped asses earlier.

Cassius’s face went from irritated to murderous.

"Lucius..." He said in a voice so calm it was terrifying. "If you dragged me out of the middle of my happy time just to ask about champagne, I swear on every god, I will strip you naked and make you run laps around the estate until you collapse."

Lucius went sheet-white, hands flying up in panic.

"No-no-no-no! Never! I know how much you hate interruptions during...during family bonding time!"

He fumbled behind his back and produced a thick golden envelope sealed with crimson wax bearing the royal crest.

"This! This just arrived by royal courier! Addressed directly to you, Young Master! Not your father; but to you personally!"

Cassius snatched it, brow furrowing.

Messages from the royal family never came to him. They went to his father, even though he was the one who read it since he was in control of the family now.

So it was rather strange to get a message like they addressed to him.

But at the same time he didn’t bother to to read it.

"You read it, I assume?" Cassius raised an eyebrow.

"You did give me authorization to read any incoming correspondence of importance, my lord." Lucius said carefully, bowing his head. "And given that this one bore the royal seal, I didn’t dare delay."

"Fair." Cassius said dryly, cracking the wax seal with one hand and unfolding the heavy parchment inside. "So? What’s it say?"

Lucius’s hands trembled a little as he looked down at the letter.

"Well, to summarize..."

He took a deep breath, then said quickly.

"The letter states that your older sister—and, erm, your very famous and powerful sister at that will be arriving here soon, alongside the infamous sadistic nun from the church, to perform an inspection on you and your activities."

Cassius went still on the other side of the door, while Lucius swallowed and went on hesitantly,

"A...check-up, to be exact. On your current state. Both physically and behaviorally after seeing all the rumours about you go around."

"It seems like the bigshots back in the can’t ignore you anymore after seeing all the...videos you released of yourself recently, where how should I put it...y-you ruin your own reputation."

For a moment, Cassius didn’t respond. Then, in a slow, incredulous tone, he said,

"You’re seriously telling me...my sister’s coming here along with her friend or something?"

"Yes, Young Master." Lucius nodded quickly. "The Youngest Prodigy in the mage world."

"The one who achieved the title of Archmage at the tender age of 19."

"The one who mastered all five elemental attributes and the disciple of the strongest mage in the world, Sir Marcus Voss Mordibius."

Lucius continued nervously,

"And, ah...the nun accompanying her, apparently she’s been instructed to ’record and report every detail of your conduct.’ You know, the sadistic one?"

"The one who calls it ’purifying souls through suffering’? The one who has more blood in hands then mercenary groups combined,.even though she’s supposed to be this generation’s holy saint?"

"Lucius..." Cassius’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, as he really didn’t want to deal with headache. "Please tell me this is a joke."

But Lucius shook his head miserably.

"I wish it were, Young Master. Truly. But the royal seal’s authentic. The messenger even said they’re already on their way. They’ll be here within a few days, maybe less, maybe even in an hour or so."

"...Oh, yeah!" Lucious said like he suddenly remembered something. "I also got reports from the messenger that the second prince from the royal family will be tagging along with them as well, but it isn’t official so it might not be true."

There was another long silence. Then, finally, Cassius muttered under his breath, low enough that Lucius barely caught it.

"Perfect. Just what I needed. A royal inspection and a lunatic nun right after returning home."

"It seems, uh, the heavens do have a sense of humor, Young Master." Lucius dared a weak chuckle.

Cassius just rolled his eyes before finally looking at him and saying,

"Lucius."

"Y-Yes, Young Master?"

"If they arrive while I’m still dealing with ’personal matters.’" Cassius said slowly. "You will intercept them, distract them, and make sure they don’t step foot into this wing until I say so. Understood?"

"Understood!" Lucius nodded so fast it looked painful. "I’ll throw myself into a furnace if I have to, young master!"

"I didn’t ask you to die, Lucius." Cassius arched a brow. "Just...delay them. I don’t want my so-called to run into me having fun with her sister-in-laws."

"Yes, Young Master! Delaying over dying, understood!"

Cassius sighed and shut the door again with a quiet click and now left alone in the corridor Lucius sagged in relief, then looked back down at the golden envelope still in his hand.

"Oh, Saints preserve us all..." He gulped. "The Youngest Archmage and that Psycho Nun under one roof? This mansion’s not ready..."

He shivered, clutching the envelope to his chest, and took off down the corridor to prepare, muttering to himself the whole way:

"I’ll need extra guards. No, not guards—priests! Or exorcists! Maybe both!"