Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 661: Impaled Like A Kebab

Cassius of course had heard Carmela’s scream.

The moment it pierced through the wall, something primal and instinctive had seized his legs and sent him sprinting before his mind had even caught up with his body.

He’d burst through the door fully expecting chaos—blood, maybe, or some creature that had slipped past the wards.

But what he had not expected was silence.

Carmela, Maria, and Joy were all there—clustered together like startled birds.

And all three of them were staring at him.

Not with fear.

Not with urgency.

With open, flustered shock.

Silence stretched for one agonizing heartbeat.

Then another.

Cassius blinked, confused.

"Why are you all staring at me like—"

He followed their collective gaze downward.

And he went white as death at what he saw.

There, impaled straight through her tiny body like a butterfly on a pin, was Vivi.

Completely naked.

Petite frame trembling, legs dangling uselessly, arms hanging limp at her sides.

Her small breasts rose and fell in shallow, erratic pants.

Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, lips parted on a dazed little moan.

And right between her spread thighs—buried to the hilt inside her impossibly stretched pussy was his own cock.

Still rock-hard.

Still glistening from earlier.

She was literally hanging off him—skewered, lifted clear off the ground, toes nowhere near the floor.

Every shallow breath she took made her inner walls flutter around him; every tremor sent fresh slick dripping down his shaft and onto the carpet.

Her head lolled against his shoulder and when she finally registered his face, she managed a slow, hazy, tender smile.

"Young...Master..."

The words came out slurred, dreamy, like someone talking in their sleep.

Cassius’s mind blanked.

Memory crashed in.

He had been in the master bedroom minutes ago.

Nala and Isabelle had been tangled around him—Nala riding his face while Isabelle bounced on his cock in slow, greedy rolls.

He’d just finished filling Isabelle when Vivi crawled onto the bed, legs spread wide, whining his name like a needy little animal.

He’d flipped her onto her back, sank into her tight heat in one long thrust, and started fucking her in earnest—deep, punishing strokes that made her squeal and claw at the sheets.

Then Carmela’s scream had ripped through the mansion.

And he’d surged upright—still buried inside Vivi—and run.

Just...run.

Straight out of the bedroom.

Down corridors.

Through doors.

Without ever pulling out.

He had dragged her the entire way—impaled, skewered, bouncing helplessly on his cock with every stride too frantic to notice her weight.

She was so small, so light he barely felt the extra burden and now here they were.

In front of Carmela, Maria, and Joy.

With Vivi still trembling around him, still stretched to her limit, still leaking slick down his balls.

"Vivi..."

His voice cracked. He wrapped both hands around her narrow waist—gentle, careful, terrified of hurting her more.

"Vivi, are you alright? Gods—I’m so sorry. I didn’t—I was in such a hurry—I didn’t even think—I just ran."

"You’re so light I couldn’t even feel—"

Vivi only whimpered softly.

Her inner walls fluttered weakly around him. Each tiny movement from his panicked breathing shoved him deeper, made her eyes roll back.

"Young...Master..." She breathed again, voice faint and dreamy. "S-So...full..."

Before he could stammer out a single coherent apology, another voice came from behind him—soft, horrified.

"Cassius...you’re here."

He turned.

Diana and Nala stood in the doorway—both wrapped hastily in towels, completely naked underneath.

Diana’s eyes went straight to Vivi and her hand flew to her mouth.

"Oh—my baby!"

Nala, on the other hand, stormed forward with murder in her eyes.

"What the hell, Cassius?!"

She snapped, pointing at Vivi’s impaled, trembling form.

"Why did you just stab Vivi and run off with her? Look at the poor thing—she’s dying over there!"

"She’s supposed to be alive and happy, not skewered like some enemy you want to display to your rivals!"

Cassius’s expression crumpled into pure guilt.

"I didn’t—I didn’t mean to—I heard Carmela scream and I just ran. Vivi was...she was with me and I didn’t pull out. I swear I didn’t realize—"

Vivi let out a soft, dreamy whimper.

"Young...Master..."

Diana stepped forward quickly, voice gentle but firm.

"It’s alright, Cassius. We know you panicked. But first—" She gestured. "We need to get Vivi down. Carefully."

Cassius nodded.

"Right. Right. Sorry, Vivi. I’m so sorry."

He slid both hands under her thighs and slowly began to lift her.

Vivi moaned as inch after thick inch slid free of her overstretched cunt. Slick gushed down his shaft, dripping onto the floor in fat drops.

And when the head finally popped free with a wet, obscene sound, she shuddered violently, then went limp in his arms.

Cassius caught her instantly, cradling her small body against his chest and Maria, still seated on the couch, stared in open-mouthed shock.

That was Vivi.

Her best friend’s daughter.

Her god-daughter.

The same innocent girl she was accompanying and talking to when they were playing badminton.

And now Maria was watching her get extracted from Cassius like a cork from a bottle, and the sounds Vivi was making were not the sounds of suffering exactly.

But they weren’t the sounds of a woman who had had a restful evening either, and Maria found that breathing had become a somewhat optional activity for her.

Joy’s face was also a furnace.

She looked away sharply—then back—then away again, unable to believe that she would ever witness such a sight.

Meanwhile, Cassius gently lowered Vivi onto the plush coils of Nala’s snake tail. The lamia girl immediately curled around her with protective tenderness, murmuring soft reassurances while Vivi nuzzled against her scales with a sleepy sigh.

Cassius then looked at Maria—guilt written across every line of his face.

"I’m sorry." He said again. "I had no idea. I swear."

Maria blinked rapidly, then shook her head.

"There’s no need, Cassius." Her voice was gentle despite the flush on her cheeks. "I know you panicked. You thought Carmela was in danger."

She glanced toward the floor, where Carmela still sat frozen, face scarlet.

Then back at Cassius.

"You should...take care of them now. Carmela looks like she’s going through something difficult."

"We’ll take Vivi back to our room. Get her cleaned up. Rested."

Cassius nodded mutely.

Nala shot Cassius one last indignant glare before carrying away Vivi’s limp form.

And as they left, Diana paused at the doorway.

"Next time..." She said quietly. "...pull out before you run."

Cassius winced.

"Noted."

The door clicked shut.

Cassius then turned around and opened his mouth to explain.

"Listen, I was—"

Joy cut him off with a sharp, strangled sound that was halfway between a groan and a hiss.

"Before you say another word..."

She gritted out, cheeks flaming despite her best effort to look severe.

"...cover yourself up. I don’t want that filthy thing pointing at me like it’s accusing me of something."

Cassius blinked.

Then looked down.

His cock, still glistening, still thick and heavy even after everything was indeed straining forward. His balls also hung low beneath.

His face went from pale to scarlet in half a second.

"Ah—sorry about that!"

He snatched the nearest bathrobe from a nearby chair and wrapped it around himself with frantic speed, cinching the belt so tight it almost hurt.

The outline was still visible, but at least it wasn’t pointing directly at anyone anymore.

But the three women had seen it anyway and it would be a lie to say that they were calm after seeing it.