Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 119: Blood Straight From The Source

Cassius slipped into his room, the heavy window clicking shut behind him as he hummed a low, contented tune. His mind buzzed with lustful delight, replaying the taste of Skadi on his tongue, as well as her trembling moans echoing in his ears.

He pictured her fluffy tail—so soft, so irresistible—twitching under his hands as he'd tease her in the days to come, imagining how he'd wrap it around his fingers, tug it just enough to make her squeal. His cock twitched at the thought, a hungry grin curling his lips as he stepped toward the bathroom, eager to wash off the blood and other juices still clinging to his skin.

But then a voice sliced through his reverie—"Young Master!"—sharp and sudden, freezing him mid-stride and making him stop as if a ghost had whispered in his ear.

His heart thudded, his lustful haze snapping cold for a split second...that is until he turned his head slowly, cautiously, toward the sound and relief washed over him like a wave as his eyes landed on Isabelle, sat on a chair beside his bed, her curvy frame outlined by the dim moonlight.

She sat there, her face etched with concern, her bright blue eyes wide as she watched him. "Oh, it's just you, Isabelle...I thought a ghost snuck into my room at night." He muttered, exhaling a shaky laugh as his shoulders relaxed, the primal heat in his veins simmering down to a warm, steady pulse. "What're you doing here anyway? I told you to go home already, didn't I?"

Isabelle blinked, her grip loosening on the paperweight she'd clutched like a makeshift weapon, her tense posture softening as she confirmed it was him and not some blood-soaked intruder.

She then set it down with a quiet clink and hurried over, her steps quick and light, her maid's skirt swishing around her knees. "That's what you said, Young Master." She began, her voice soft but insistent, laced with a quiet worry. "But I couldn't just leave. If all the maids went home or fell asleep, who'd look after you? I...I didn't see you eat dinner as well today, and I couldn't rest knowing you might need something—food, a blanket, anything."

"...I had to make sure you were okay."

A soft grin spread across Cassius's face, a warmth blooming in his chest as he reached out, his hand settling gently on her head.

"Isabelle..." He murmured, his voice tender, though with a firm undercurrent, his fingers threading through her silky hair. "You don't always have to be so fiercely...dutiful. You push yourself until you're nothing but bone and weariness, and I see it. Every damn day. So, just...stop for a moment, alright? Breathe."

"...You've earned a break a hundred times over."

Her lips parted, a sad little sound escaping as she shook her head, her eyes shimmering with a quiet devotion. "A break's no good to me, Young Master." She murmured, her voice trembling faintly with emotion. "You're my priority and always have been. I can't sleep, can't rest, not knowing if you've eaten, if you're safe in bed...It'd keep me up all night, worrying." Her gaze flicked up to his, earnest and unguarded, her loyalty laid bare.

Cassius's heart thudded, a rush of affection surging through him at her words, her adorable fucking stubbornness lighting a spark in his chest.

"Goddamn, you're too cute." He growled playfully, his hands darting to her cheeks, pinching and tugging them gently as she giggled under his touch. "How'd I get so lucky, huh? A maid this sweet, this gorgeous, all mine. I must've done some saintly stuff in a past life to deserve you. Look at you, fretting over me like I'm the only thing that matters."

His voice dropped, warm and teasing, as he stretched her cheeks just enough to make her laugh harder, her soft squeaks filling the room.

But as he toyed with her, Isabelle's eyes sharpened, catching the red staining his hands, the stains smudged across his neck.

Her giggles faded, concern creasing her brow as she grabbed his wrists, her touch light but urgent. "Young Master—what's this?" She asked, her voice tight with worry as she studied the mess. "Is that...blood?"

Cassius froze, his grin faltering as he realized he was still a walking canvas of gore and squirt. "Uh—paint." He blurted, forcing a casual shrug as he waved a hand dismissively. "Just some paint and it spilled it all over me with how clumsy I am."

But Isabelle's deadpan stare cut through his bullshit like a knife, her brow arching in silent disbelief.

He sighed, dropping the act with a low chuckle. "Alright, yeah—it's blood. But don't freak out, okay? It's not mine. It's...someone else's and I'm fine."

He braced for it—a flinch, a grimace, maybe a flicker of repulsion in those soft eyes since he had just admitted to something atrocious.

But to his surprise, Isabelle just let out a long, quiet breath, her shoulders easing as relief washed over her.

She then looked up at him, her lips curving into a gentle, unwavering smile, her gaze locking onto his with a warmth that knocked the wind out of him. "Oh, thank the stars." She murmured, her hands still resting lightly on his wrists. "As long as it's not yours, Young Master—l was so worried for a second there."

Cassius blinked, thrown off by her calm, his head tilting as he studied her.

"Wait...You're not freaked out?" He asked, his voice rough with disbelief, a faint red glow sparking in his eyes as he leaned closer. "Most people'd lose their shit seeing me like this—covered in blood, looking like I just butchered half the countryside. Doesn't it scare you even a little?"

Isabelle's smile deepened, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she shook her head, stepping closer until her warmth brushed against him.

"Scared? Why would I be scared, Young Master?" She said, her tone soft and melodic, brimming with a trust that felt like sunlight on his skin. "It's just you—my Young Master."

"It's similar to how I've seen soldiers come home from war, drenched in blood, their swords still dripping, and how their wives don't run screaming. Instead they rush to them, arms open, smiling through tears because they're alive."

"It's the same for me as well. You're here, you're safe and that's all that matters. The blood? It's just...a part of you coming back to me."

Cassius snorted, a smirk tugging at his lips as he crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he pushed her a little harder, testing that unshakable faith. "Those soldiers killed enemies—earned that mess fair and square. But you don't know about what I did. You don't even know whose blood this is, Isabelle."

"...It could be from some poor fellow I gutted for no reason. Doesn't that make you flinch, even a bit?"

His voice dropped, dark and teasing, his grin sharpening as he let the red in his eyes flare, trying to spook her.

But she didn't blink. Her smile held steady, bright and fearless, as she reached up, her small hands pressing against his chest, her touch warm through his blood covered shirt.

"My Young Master wouldn't do that." She said, her voice a quiet, unshakable certainty that sank into him like a blade. "You're kind, merciful—the best man I know and I trust you with everything I am you only do what's right, what's good. I'd even stake my life on it." She paused, her gaze softening, a quiet promise shimmering in her eyes. "And even if you did something bad—if you ever stumbled—I'd want you to tell me so that I could carry it with you, Young Master."

"...Your sins, my sins—we'd bear them together. I'd pray for you, repent for you, anything to keep your heart whole. That's what I'm here for."

Cassius's heart stopped, his eyes widening as her words crashed over him, each one a fucking hammer to his chest. She stood there, her beautiful face glowing with a faith so pure, so fierce, it stripped him bare—an angel in a maid's dress, her trust a light piercing through the dark corners of his soul.

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The love in her eyes, the unwavering devotion in her voice, it hit him like a storm, a raw, overwhelming tide of heat and need surging through him and he couldn't hold back anymore—not with her looking at him like that, like he was her entire world.

So, with a rough, desperate growl, he stepped forward, his hands seizing her face with a fierce, trembling tenderness as he crushed his lips against hers in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Peck!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Isabelle gasped into his mouth, a soft, startled sound that melted into a quiet moan as her body stiffened, then softened, yielding to him with a trust that set his blood on fire.

"Pucker!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Suck!♡~"

His tongue plunged past her lips, tasting her—sweet, warm, a purity that clashed with the blood and squirt still clinging to him—his hands sliding into her hair, tangling in the soft strands as he pulled her flush against him.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

He kissed her hard, hungry, pouring every shred of his lust, his love, his raw fucking adoration into her, his lips bruising hers as he claimed her with a need that shook him to his core.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Her hands fisted in his shirt, clutching him tight as she pressed herself closer, her breath stuttering in little gasps, her quiet, trembling moan vibrating against his tongue as he devoured her, the world narrowing to the heat of her mouth and the fire of their bond.

Finally, after he got his fill of her lips, Cassius pulled back from the kiss, his hands still cradling Isabelle's face as he caught his breath, his lips tingling with the warmth of hers.

Her flustered expression hit him like a shot to the chest—cheeks flushed a deep pink, eyes wide and shimmering, her breath coming in soft, uneven puffs as she stared up at him, caught somewhere between shock and delight.

"That...That was a rather passionate kiss, Young Master." She stammered, her voice a trembling whisper as she ducked her head, her fingers twitching against his chest. "I wasn't ready for it!"

Cassius tilted his head, his grin softening into something teasing as he brushed a thumb across her cheek, feeling the heat radiating off her. "What, you didn't like it?"

Isabelle's head snapped up, her eyes widening in a frantic panic as she waved her hands in front of her, her voice tumbling out in a rush. "No—no, of course I liked it! I loved it, Young Master, really, I did! It was...s-so wonderful!" She paused, her blush deepening as she bit her lip, her gaze darting away before flicking back to him, shy and adorably uncertain. "It's just...It was so fast, and it caught me off guard! I didn't know what to do."

"...I just stood there like a silly goose, all flustered and shaky! I've never...I mean, I didn't expect it, and my heart's still going thump—thump—thump!"

He chuckled, a warm sound that filled the room as he slid his hands down to her shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"You're too damn cute, Isabelle." He said, his voice softening with affection as his grin turned tender. "You don't need to do a thing in moments like that you already do so much for me every day. Cooking, cleaning, worrying yourself sick over me—you're a goddamn saint."

"So, when it's just us, like this, you can let me take the lead. I'll handle it—satisfy you, slow and thorough, till you're melting in my hands. How's that sound?"

Her blush flared brighter, a rosy tide creeping up her neck as she fidgeted under his gaze, her hands twisting together in front of her. "Oh—oh my." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she peeked up at him through her lashes, her lips parting in a shy, trembling smile. "That...That sounds...um, very nice, Young Master. Very, very nice." She licked her lips absently, a quick, nervous flick of her tongue. But then paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she tilted her head.

"But...That kiss...It tasted a little sweeter than normal. Different, somehow. Sweeter and...I don't know, kind of wild?"

Cassius's grin faltered for a split second, a flash of realization hitting him—Skadi's love juices, still smeared across his face, mingling with the blood and sweat. He could still taste her, sharp and tangy, clinging to his lips like a secret.

But he masked it with a quick laugh, leaning back as he rubbed his jaw, his voice casual. "Yeah, uh—that's probably the blood." He said, nodding toward the crimson lines on his neck. "Must've sweetened up on me makes it taste funny, I guess."

Isabelle blinked, then nodded eagerly, her eyes lighting up with innocent belief as she clasped her hands together. "Oh, that makes sense! I didn't know blood could taste so sweet—I always thought it'd be all bitter and salty." She said, her tone bright and curious. Then she giggled, a soft, bubbling sound as she tilted her head, her smile turning playful. "No wonder vampires like it so much! If it's this tasty, I'd be sipping it all day too!"

Cassius laughed, as he leaned closer, his grin sharpening with a mischievous edge. "Oh yeah? Then, what if your Young Master was a vampire all along, huh?" He asked, his voice dropping into a low, teasing growl as he loomed over her, his eyes glinting with a dark, playful hunger. "What if I wanted your blood for dinner—would you let me sink my fangs in?"

Isabelle's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate, her smile blooming into something sweet and earnest as she tilted her head back, baring her slender neck with a little flourish.

"Of course I would, Young Master!" She chirped, her voice bubbling with adorable conviction as she pressed a hand to her chest, her tone serious. "It's my duty as your maid to offer myself up—blood and all! Take as much as you wan and I'd be happy to feed you!" She giggled again, her neck still arched invitingly her innocence shining through the playful gesture.

Seeing this, Cassius decided to tease her even more and see to what lengths she was willing to go, so he stepped closer and his gaze dropped from her neck to the soft swell of her breasts, barely contained by the low neckline of her maid's dress.

"Oh, if I were a vampire, my dear maid, I wouldn't go for the neck." He said as he let his eyes linger on her cleavage, the creamy skin peeking out like a invitation. "Too predictable, boring even, so I'd go straight for the source—drink that sweet blood right from your heart." His hand twitched, itching to reach out as he stared at her chest, imagining the heat of her skin under his lips.

Isabelle's gulped, her cheeks flushing a deeper red as she caught his meaning, her hands fluttering to her chest in a flustered panic.

"Oh—oh, you mean....here?" She stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as she glanced down at her breasts, then back up at him.

But then, to his delight, she straightened, her blush warring with a shy determination as she pushed her chest out, her large breasts straining against the fabric, the wide expanse of her cleavage on full display.

"W-Well...If that's what you want, Young Master, you can take it from me! Right here, I'd let you have a taste, honest!" She cupped her breasts, lifting them slightly as if offering them up, her voice a flustered squeak as she tried to match his tease, her innocence making the gesture all the more enticing.

Cassius's grin turned downright feral, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping him as he stepped closer, his eyes locked on the lush curve of her cleavage, his cock stirring at the sight.

"Fuck, Isabelle." He growled, his voice thick with lust as he reached out, brushing a finger along the edge of her neckline, just grazing the soft skin above her breasts. "If I were a vampire, I'd suck that big, juicy 'heart' of yours dry every damn day. Sink my fangs right in and drink you down until your breasts go pale." He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered. "I bet you'd taste sweeter than anything I've ever had."

"Young Master!" Isabelle's blush exploded, her voice a high, shaky whine as she peeked at him through her fingers, her mind clearly spinning with the vivid, naughty image he'd painted. "Every day? That's—that's so much! I doubt I even have that much blood in my body." She squirmed, her cleavage still thrust out as she giggled nervously, caught between her avid curiousity and the heat his words sparked in her.

Cassius laughed again, as he pulled back, his hands itching to grab her but settling for a playful tug on her hair instead.

"You're too perfect, Isabelle." He said, his voice a warm, teasing growl, his eyes glinting with a promise of more. "Just keep blushing like that, and I might just turn into vampire tonight—start with that 'heart' and work my way everywhere else."

He winked, stepping back toward the bathroom as her flustered figure followed him, the air between them crackling with a tender, electric heat leading to something spicy...