Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 568: Predictable As A Sunrise

Carmela had never felt anything like this.

She had been stabbed through the lung with silver blades that burned like holy fire.

She had been burned at the stake until her skin blistered and peeled.

She had taken hammer blows to the ribs that cracked bone and left her coughing blood for days.

In decades of battle, she had endured sensations no mortal could comprehend—agony that should have shattered minds far weaker than hers.

But this?

This was entirely different.

She had braced herself for pain, for humiliation that would sear worse than any flame.

But instead, waves of pure, electric pleasure shot from her nipples straight into her bloodstream, lighting every nerve ending on fire in the most exquisite way.

It was as if lightning danced across her skin, warm and sweet and overwhelming. Her body, so long accustomed to punishment, exhaustion, and survival, was suddenly wrapped in gentle, worshipful care and it didn’t know how to fight it.

She looked down, breathless, and saw Cassius latched onto her other breast now, mouth hot and insistent, tongue swirling around the pink peak before sucking it deep.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

His eyes were half-lidded, dark with hunger, but there was something almost tender in the way he cradled her like a man savoring something precious.

He looked...almost like a nursing child in his single-minded devotion.

The thought made her cheeks burn hotter.

She couldn’t control herself anymore.

Her thighs trembled. Between her legs, the slick heat grew heavier, wetter and strangely, the more arousal pooled there, the more the burning vitality inside her cooled, simmering down into something manageable.

What he was doing was working.

But gods, he was doing too much.

He switched breasts again like a starving beast, sucking hard, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth while his teeth grazed just enough to make her spine arch.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Then he brought both breasts together, trying—impossibly—to fit both swollen pink tips into his mouth at once, tongue lashing back and forth between them.

It was too much.

Her hands flew to his shoulders, pushing weakly.

"Ah—wait—!" Carmela gasped, hands finally flying to his shoulders, trying weakly to push him back.

"Hold on, Cassius—hold on—!"

But he didn’t stop. Just hummed around her flesh, the vibration making her hips jerk.

"B-Be gentle!" She pleaded, voice trembling and high in a way she hated. "There’s no need to—to disgrace yourself like this. You’re acting like some depraved animal. You can be gentle."

"What you’re doing right now...it’s too much for me!"

Cassius finally pulled off with a wet pop, lips shiny, eyes gleaming with amusement as he kept one breast firmly in his hand like it belonged to him.

"Gentle, huh?" He gave the nipple a slow lick that made her hips jerk. "I gotta say, Carmela, I didn’t expect to hear that from you."

He switched sides again, sucking the neglected peak into his mouth with a soft, lewd pop.

"I mean, you’re a warrior. You look like the kind of woman who’d get shot straight through the gut with an arrow, scoff, yank it out yourself, bandage the hole without flinching, and keep marching."

He tugged gently with his teeth, watching her face twist in pleasure.

"And now you’re telling me my tongue alone is ’too much’? That you can’t handle it? That’s...peculiar. Adorable, but peculiar."

Carmela glared down at him, chest heaving, trying to summon her usual ice.

"I can’t help how my body reacts right now." She snapped. "If I were in my normal state, none of this would faze me. You wouldn’t get a single sound out of me. Not one whimper. Not one shiver."

Her voice turned sharp, almost challenging.

"But right now? My body’s on fire. The vitality is heightening everything—every touch, every breath. It’s making me sensitive in ways I never intended."

"S-So yes, I’m reacting. But only because of the condition."

Cassius’s smile widened, slow and dangerous.

"You shouldn’t be so confident about that, Carmela."

He gave both nipples a light tug, rolling them between his fingers as he spoke.

"I have ways of breaking down even the most rigid women. My wives—when they’re in a foul mood, when the world’s pissed them off and they’re ready to bite heads off—one thing always turns that frown upside down."

He leaned in, breath ghosting over one wet, pink tip.

"My tongue. Works every time. Never fails."

He looked up at her, eyes dancing.

"So don’t underestimate me."

But Carmela’s chin lifted, pride flaring even as her body betrayed her.

"I’m not one of your wives." She said coldly. "I don’t melt so easily. I’ve been tortured by people who fed me poisons that made me feel like my veins were boiling from the inside. I’ve had silver needles driven under my nails."

"And I’ve screamed exactly zero times and beared it all before tearing off the heads of all the ones who dared to torment me."

She met his gaze, unflinching.

"So, there’s no way your tongue—or anything else—would work on me if I weren’t in this state. If I at full strength, you’d get nothing."

Cassius opened his mouth, a clear challenge forming on his lips.

But Carmela eyes narrowed before he could say anything.

"I know exactly what you’re about to say." She cut in, voice dry. "You’re going to suggest we test it."

"That once I’m in a normal condition, you’ll do this again—exactly like this and see if I really stay silent. See if I truly don’t make a single sound."

She gave a humorless laugh.

"But I’m not falling for it. I know it’s just your excuse to get your hands—and mouth—on me again when I’m not vulnerable."

Hearing this, Cassius pulled back fully then, resting his hands on her waist, and let out a genuine laugh

"Wow, Carmela." He said, grinning wide. "We really are getting to know each other, aren’t we? You’re reading my mind like an open book."

Carmela huffed, crossing her arms beneath her bare breasts—though the motion only lifted them higher, which made his gaze drop immediately.

"It’s not hard." She said coolly. "I’ve killed plenty of depraved nobles just like you. By now I know every lewd thought that passes through minds like yours. You’re all the same—predictable as sunrise."

Cassius’s smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew sharper, more wolfish.

"That may be true." He said, voice low and smooth. "You might very well be able to predict every filthy thought that crosses my mind from here on out."

"...Hell, you probably already have the next ten minutes mapped."

He leaned in until his lips almost brushed hers, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"But I’m pretty damn sure you have no idea what I’m about to do next."

Before Carmela could snap back—or even draw breath to demand an explanation—Cassius moved.

His hands shot to the open blouse still dangling loosely from her elbows and shoulders and in one fluid yank, he pulled it clean off her arms and tossed it aside, leaving her completely bare from the waist up.

The sudden rush of cool air against her heated skin made her gasp, and instinct took over: her arms flew up to cross over her chest, shielding her glistening breasts.

"C-Cassius—hold on! What are you—"

She didn’t get to finish.

His left hand snapped forward, catching both of her wrists in an iron grip and with effortless strength he twisted them behind her back, pinning them.

She arched involuntarily, breasts thrust forward, utterly exposed and helpless in his lap.

Meanwhile, his free hand settled on her bare stomach—palm flat, warm, possessive—right over the toned, trembling plane of her abdomen.

The heat of his skin against hers sent a jolt through her.

And more importantly, looking into his face, seeing the dark, focused hunger there, a spike of real alarm shot through her chest.

"Wait—Cassius, hold on." She said quickly, voice pitching higher. "Don’t. Don’t do anything here. Don’t—"

He didn’t let her finish.

Suddenly, his hand began to move.

Not a slow caress. Not a gentle rub.

He pressed his palm harder against her belly and started vibrating it—fast and relentless.

Rub! Rub! Rub!

His whole hand shook in tight, rapid motions, fingers splayed wide, sending intense, buzzing pressure deep into her core.

It wasn’t a massage.

It was something else entirely—like he’d turned his hand into a living vibrator, humming against her skin with terrifying precision.

Carmela’s crimson eyes flew wide.

The sensation exploded through her abdomen—tingling, electric, overwhelming.

It raced along her nerves, sank into her muscles, and arrowed straight downward between her legs.

Her pussy clenched hard, wetness surging as the vibrations rippled through her most sensitive places.

Her body also jerked instinctively, trying to twist away, but his grip on her wrists held her pinned in place—chest heaving, back arched, utterly trapped.

"Stop—Cassius, stop!" She gasped, voice breaking. "This is weird—this is too weird! I need you to stop right now!"

He didn’t.

Instead, he dipped his head and latched onto one stiff, pink nipple again, sucking hard while his hand kept buzzing mercilessly against her belly.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Rub! Rub! Rub!

The dual assault—wet, hot mouth on her breast and relentless vibration below—sent her spiraling.

"Let it happen, Carmela." He murmured against her skin, voice rough with lust. "Just let it happen."

"No—please—stop—!"

She begged, shaking her head frantically, hair whipping across her shoulders.

"Cassius—stop—something’s—something’s coming—!"

Her thighs clamped together, trembling violently.

The pressure kept building, tighter and tighter, a strange, urgent swell deep in her pelvis she had no name for.

"Please—stop—I can’t—something’s coming out—something’s—ah—!"

Her voice cracked into a high, desperate cry.

And then it hit.

A violent, full-body shudder ripped through her.

Her pussy spasmed hard, and suddenly she was squirting—

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

—hot, forceful jets soaking straight through her underwear, through her skirt, drenching his lap beneath her.

The release pulsed again and again, her body vibrating uncontrollably, nipples achingly stiff, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed over her.

She’d never felt anything like it. Not once. Not in years of battle and pain.

The squirting seemed endless—wetness flooding out of her in rhythmic surges until the fabric between her legs was utterly soaked and Cassius’s thighs were slick beneath her.

When it finally ebbed, Carmela’s strength vanished all at once.

Her body went limp, trembling violently in aftershocks. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, hair spilling over both of them as she panted, dazed, utterly spent.

Only then did Cassius gently release her wrists.

He eased his hand from her belly, wrapping both arms around her shaking form instead—holding her close, steadying her as she slumped against him, breathless and boneless.

And realising there was an opportunity, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple before whispering,

"There you go. All better now."

Carmela could only shudder against him, aftershocks still rippling through her thighs, too overwhelmed to speak.

The burning vitality inside her had finally, blessedly, ebbed away replaced by a heavy, languid warmth she had never known before.

And for the moment, held carefully in his arms, she didn’t have the will or the need to fight it.