Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 581: To Give In To Pleasure

Nonetheless, Aqua clung to the fragile hope that it would eventually end.

There was no way her brother could possibly nurse at her breast the entire night.

Even unconsciously, his jaw would tire, his mouth would ache, and he would release her.

Then she could finally breathe, pull her nightgown back into place, and pretend none of this had happened.

So she decided to endure—just wait it out.

She lay there in the darkness, one hand pressed tightly over her mouth to muffle the soft, involuntary whimpers that kept escaping, while Cassius continued his gentle, relentless suckling.

His arms were locked around her waist an every time she tried to ease away, he only pulled her closer, rubbing his cheek against the soft swell of her breast with quiet, contented sighs before latching on again with renewed fervor.

And what made it infinitely worse was the occasional shift of his hips.

Whenever he moved in his sleep, something thick, impossibly hard, and unmistakably masculine pressed firmly against her lower belly.

His erection.

Even through the thin fabric of his underwear, she could feel its size—massive, heavy, throbbing with heat.

She had felt it earlier, grazing against her ass when he was fingering her and had briefly mistaken it for a concealed dagger because of how rigid and enormous it was.

Now there was no mistaking it.

It nudged against her again and again with every small shift, leaving her in no doubt of just how endowed her little brother truly was.

The dual sensations—his warm, skillful mouth on her nipple and the insistent press of his arousal against her stomach were devastating.

Her pussy, still sensitive from the earlier climax, began to leak steadily.

Not the explosive squirting from before, but a slow, constant flow like a faucet left dripping.

Warm arousal seeped from her folds, soaking her underwear, trickling down her thighs, pooling beneath her on the sheets.

But she was fortunate enough to have Cassius’s special bed. It absorbed every drop silently, leaving no trace, or she would have been lying in a shameful puddle.

But even though she told herself it would only last a few minutes.

...It didn’t.

Minutes turned to hours.

Cassius showed no sign of tiring.

His energy seemed endless even in sleep—he switched breasts at some point without waking, latching onto the untouched one with the same gentle passion.

And the breast he had left was quite a sight.

Her nipples grew puffy and wrinkled from constant wetness, tender beyond belief.

Hickeys bloomed across both breasts—soft purple marks from his eager sucking.

And eventually Aqua herself stopped covering her mouth.

The pleasure overtook everything.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Soft moans spilled freely into the quiet room.

"Cassius...Ah...Cassius..."

She cradled his head gently, fingers threading through his hair, holding him close as waves of warmth rolled through her.

At some point she stopped caring about right or wrong.

The constant, steady suction felt too good—too perfect to fight.

She surrendered to it, letting the pleasure consume her thoughts until nothing else existed.

Hours passed in that haze of forbidden bliss.

Until finally, mercifully—Cassius’s lips slowed.

He gave one last sleepy pull, sighed contentedly, and released her nipple.

Cool air kissed her overheated, swollen breasts, while Aqua panted deeply, chest heaving, body trembling from prolonged arousal.

Relief flooded her.

It was over.

She could finally pull her gown up, roll over, and sleep—pretend morning would bring normalcy.

But the relief lasted only moments as immidietly an aching emptiness bloomed in its place.

Her body—accustomed now to hours of constant stimulation felt frustratingly hollow without it.

Her nipples throbbed with need.

Her skin prickled with unspent heat.

Worst of all, her right breast that was only licked for a short time felt neglected and jealous, while the left ached for more attention.

She tried to ignore it.

She really did.

She tugged her nightgown higher, rolled onto her side, squeezed her thighs together—anything to ease the frustration.

It didn’t work.

And in desperation, she glanced at Cassius’s peacefully sleeping face, then face burning with shame pinched her own nipple, tugging and rolling it between her fingers.

But nothing came out of it.

The sensation was dull compared to his warm, perfect mouth.

With a frustrated whimper, she lifted her own breast toward her lips and tried sucking on it herself—desperate, clumsy attempts that brought no relief.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

But still nothing.

The ache only grew worse.

Her whole body felt like it was crawling with unbearable need, an itch she couldn’t scratch.

She knew she should stop.

She knew she should just endure and sleep.

But the craving was too strong.

Too consuming.

Finally, flushed and trembling with guilt and desire, Aqua turned back to Cassius.

He was still deeply asleep, lips slightly parted, expression serene.

She stared at him for a long moment, heart pounding.

"I’m sorry, Cassius." She whispered, voice shaking. "I’m so sorry for what I’m about to do..."

Then, with trembling hands, she gently guided his head back to her chest.

This time she didn’t wait for instinct.

She cupped her neglected breast—the one still aching for attention and carefully pressed the swollen, sensitive nipple between his sleeping lips.

The moment it slipped into his warm mouth, he latched on instinctively, sucking gently once more.

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

A broken moan escaped her.

Relief. Sweet, overwhelming relief flooded her body.

She cradled his head close, eyes fluttering shut, guilt and pleasure warring inside her as the night stretched on.

She knew it was wrong.

So deeply, unforgivably wrong.

They were blood. Family. She had raised him as his sister, protected him, taken him on small adventures.

And yet here she was, cradling his head to her naked chest, whispering filthy encouragement while he suckled her like a lover.

She should have been disgusted.

She should have pushed him away hours ago.

But the pleasure was too intense—too consuming.

Every pull of his mouth felt like it was drawing straight from her soul.

Her pussy throbbed in time with his sucks, leaking steadily, aching to be filled.

Her hips rocked subtly against his thigh, seeking friction she knew she shouldn’t want.

All she could think about was how much she loved him.

How no one else had ever made her feel this safe and this undone at the same time.

And so the night stretched on.

An innocent little brother, lost in peaceful dreams, instinctively seeking comfort from the sister—completely unaware of the fire he was stoking.

And an older sister, wide awake and trembling, knowing exactly how sinful this was—yet unable to stop it.

Because the pleasure was too overwhelming.

Because the forbidden love twisting in her chest was too powerful.

Because, in the deepest, darkest part of her heart, she didn’t want it to stop.

Ever.

So she held him closer, fingers threading through his hair, whispering his name like a prayer as he nursed through the long, endless night—lost together in a warmth neither of them would ever speak of again when morning came.