Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Maria loved it.

She loved all of it.

She loved Cassius's cock—the weight of it in her hand, the way it twitched against her tongue, the salty taste of his skin.

She loved the sounds he made when she took him deeper, the way his breath hitched and his fingers tightened in her hair.

She loved the way he had spilled across her face—hot and thick and shocking and the strange, intimate taste of his semen that she had swallowed without thinking.

But most of all, she loved the way Cassius was kissing her right now.

This was the first time in her entire life she had been properly kissed. She had given kisses before—warm, wholesome pecks on the cheeks of her sisters, on the foreheads of crying children.

But this was different. This was an adult kiss, full of passion and longing. His tongue swirled inside her mouth, exploring, claiming, and she felt like she had been transported to another world.

She wanted more.

So when she finally pulled back, panting, her eyes hazy with desire, she looked up at him desperately.

"W-What else, Cassius?" She leaned upward, pressing her body against his. "What else do you do with Diana? This isn't enough."

She bit her lip.

"I want to properly experience what she goes through. To see if you're in the same condition or not." Her voice dropped to a pleading whisper. "Tell me what you do with her. I want to do that too."

Cassius looked down at her and something shifted in his expression.

He had suspected, before, that Maria was doing this out of obligation—trying to make amends for rejecting him, trying to help Diana's family.

But the way she was looking at him now, the desperate hunger in her eyes, the loving way she gazed at him—that was not obligation.

That was devotion.

That was the same look his wives gave him.

He smiled.

He didn't expose her. Didn't call her out. Instead, he leaned forward until their foreheads touched, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts through her thin robe. She gasped at the sudden contact, her back arching into his touch.

"Do you really want to take it even further, Maria?"

He squeezed gently, feeling how soft she was.

"This is dangerous territory, after all."

He kissed her forehead. Once. Twice. Three times.

"You may not know this, but Diana is quite kinky." His voice was low, almost conspiratorial. "Even though she's considered a saint, a holy doctor..."

"...when she's alone with me, she becomes a dirty little girl."

His hand slid down her neck, pressing gently.

"She begs me to punish her. I treat her like a toy."

He looked down at her with a teasing smile.

"Do you really want to experience that, Maria? I don't want to bully a saint. I'd feel too guilty."

Maria didn't hesitate.

"I don't care, Cassius." Her eyes burned with passion and lust. "I don't care what you do. Treat me like you treat Diana. Do the same things to me. I want to experience it."

Cassius chuckled, low and warm.

"Then get up, Maria." He pulled back. "Take off that robe and show me your beautiful body first."

A flicker of shyness crossed her face. But she stood, slowly, and let the robe slide down her shoulders.

It pooled at her feet.

Cassius's eyes glowed.

He looked at her like she was a holy relic—a gift from the goddess herself. And in a way, she was.

Her breasts were magnificent. Big, fat, juicy, so large that even with both hands, he couldn't have enveloped them entirely.

They looked like they were made to produce milk, and he found himself imagining pulling those tender nipples and watching milk squirt all over.

From the side, he could see her ass, a mountain erupting from her back, soft and bouncy. Every small movement made it jiggle, and he knew that if he gave it a firm slap, it would never stop shaking.

He wanted to spread those cheeks open and bury his face between them.

Then he looked down.

Between her legs, she had two thick, plump lips with a faint blush, so swollen they looked filled with liquid. If he pinched them, he was certain they would squirt.

The insides were soft and pink, even pinker than the hair on her head and they were so wet that moisture was dripping down her thighs.

And her clitoris—prominent, needy, begging to be bullied.

Above it all, a thick pink bush covered her mound.

It wasn't messy or unkempt. Instead, it looked like it had been carefully maintained, a neat patch of fur right on top of her cunt.

Cassius stared.

Maria noticed where his gaze had landed and moved to cover herself.

"Don't." He said, his voice firm. "Don't cover it. Let me see this beautiful part of you more thoroughly."

She stopped immediately, her hands falling to her sides. She was trembling, shy, flustered—but she obeyed.

He grabbed her ass from behind and pulled her closer until her pussy was right in front of his face. Her body was so hot he could feel the heat radiating from her skin.

He looked up at her with a chuckle.

"I already knew you had quite a body, Maria." His voice was warm with appreciation. "Every time you moved in those robes, I could feel the cloth straining, like it wanted to reveal the sexy body hidden underneath."

She bit her lip.

"Even earlier, when I saw you in your underwear, I was shocked. But only when you're completely naked like this can I truly appreciate it." He shook his head in wonder. "It's a work of art."

He looked up at her.

"I can understand why you were destined to become a sister. A saint known throughout the world."

Maria's brow furrowed. "Why is that, Cassius? Why do you think I was destined for such a position?"

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her pussy. She shivered, her whole body trembling.

"If you didn't have your position." He said, licking her clitoris slowly. "If you moved through the world like any other woman, you'd drive men absolutely crazy. You'd turn them into beasts—pure, primal, feral."

He licked deeper.

"The world couldn't handle that. You'd have every man on the continent following you like animals."

"So the Goddess gave you your position, your robes, to protect the world from the chaos your body would cause."

Maria laughed—a breathless, overwhelmed sound.

"Cassius, stop. You're doing too much. I'm not that impressive."

Her words were interrupted by a moan as his tongue pushed inside her before he pulled back, his expression suddenly solemn.

"What are you talking about, Maria He looked genuinely offended. "None of what I said was falsehood. I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart."

He reached up and spread her pussy open with his fingers, revealing her fleshy, pink insides.

"Just look at this beautiful part of your body. One glance, and I want to shove my cock into you. Ram it over and over. Thrust as fast as I can—push inside and never stop."

His voice grew rougher.

"I'd go on and on, cumming inside you again and again, until I probably died on top of you with my dick still inside. That's how amazing you'd feel."

Maria bit her lip, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

He reached up and played with her bush, his fingers combing through the thick hair.

"Especially this." His voice was appreciative. "I thought you'd be neat and tidy down here. But seeing this wild side of you—this thick bush—it turns me on even more."

"No, Cassius, you're misunderstanding!" Maria's voice was flustered.

"I-I don't like having hair down there. I'd much rather shave it all off—be completely clean. But the teachings of the church don't allow it. The sisters are required to let it grow, to never touch it. That's why it's so thick."

Cassius nuzzled his face into her bush, inhaling deeply.

"What about your daughter?" He asked, looking up. "Why is she so clean down there? Not a single hair."

The sudden mention of Joy brought a flash of shame to Maria's face, but lust clouded her thoughts too much to dwell on it.

She caressed Cassius's head gently and smiled.

"That's...That's probably because she hasn't grown anything yet." She couldn't believe she was having this conversation. "Despite being an adult, it seems my daughter is quite immature down there."

She tilted his head up with her fingers.

"So which do you prefer, Cassius?"

She spread her pussy open, showing him everything.

"Mine? Covered with hair?" She bit her lip. "Or my daughter's? Bare and smooth?"

She added quickly, "I-If you prefer hers, I don't mind shaving. I can be clean, just like her."

Cassius shook his head.

"No, Maria. I prefer this."

He kissed her mound reverently.

"This wild, unrestrained side of you, the contrast between your proper, tidy outside and this—it's intoxicating." He looked up at her with burning eyes. "And knowing that only I get to see this. That no one else ever has. It makes me so hard."

He looked up at her with a lewd, hungry grin.

"So hard, in fact, that I really can't hold myself back anymore."

Suddenly he stood, moved behind her, and summoned a thick rope from his spatial ring.

Before Maria could react, he grabbed both her arms, pulled them behind her back, and began tying her wrists together.

"Wait, Cassius!" She looked back in panic. "What are you doing? Why are you tying me up?"

He didn't answer. He was too busy appreciating her ass, which was jiggling with every small movement.

"You're the one who asked for this." He said finally. "You wanted me to treat you exactly like I treat Diana. Like I treat my wives."

Maria froze.

"Diana...lets you tie her up? With ropes?"

Cassius chuckled, finishing the knots around her wrists and beginning to loop the rope around her body.

"Like I told you, Maria...Diana is one kinky little girl."

"Her job puts her under so much stress and pressure. To blow it off, she comes to me and indulges in things she would never normally do."

He added another knot. "This is simply one aspect of that. Something she loves very much."

Maria swallowed.

"I see."

She was nervous now, feeling the rope coil around her. But she wanted this. She wanted to be close to Cassius, to experience what his wives experienced.

So she let him continue.

He looped the rope around her abdomen, through her butt, around her thighs. He wrapped it between her breasts, swirling around them, pushing them together. He tied knots in places she didn't know knots could go.

When he was finished, Maria looked down at herself and gasped.

She was leaning against the headboard of the bed, her hands tied behind her back, her legs forced apart by the ropes around her thighs.

Her pussy was completely exposed, open to anyone who walked in. Her breasts were pushed out, the ropes making them swell even larger.

It ached.

But it felt good.

She had never felt so degraded in her entire life.

She had lost all control. She could do nothing but expose her body to him.

For a moment, panic flickered.

Then Cassius reached out and gently played with her pussy, his fingers sliding through her wetness.

All the fear drained away.

She felt safe. Comforted. Even in this degrading position, with her body bound and exposed, Cassius made her feel like nothing could harm her.

Just as she was sinking into the sensation—his fingers pumping slowly inside her soaked folds and his mouth sucking on her sensitive nipples—Cassius suddenly pulled back.

"Now, to move on to the next step."

Maria blinked. "There's more?"

She couldn't imagine what else there could be. This was already too much—more than she had ever experienced, more than she had ever imagined.

Cassius reached into his spatial ring and pulled out several objects.

Maria's eyes went wide.

There was something long and cylindrical, shaped vaguely like a cucumber but made of some strange, smooth material.

There were small, transparent cups filled with beads that looked like tiny rocks.

There was a stick with multiple balls attached to it, strung together like a grotesque necklace.

She didn't know what any of them were.

But she knew with absolute certainty that nothing good would come from them.

"Cassius." She whispered, her voice trembling. "What...What are those?"

He smiled.

"These, my dear Maria are toys. But not the toys children play with, but for naughty adults like you."