Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 56: Rainfall Of Sweet Nectar

Cassius’s technique was aggressive, unrelenting.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Noo!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

He’d lick Isabelle’s pussy with broad, sweeping strokes, then narrow his focus, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit, sending electric shocks through her system.

"Ooh!♡~ P-Please Young Master!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Smack!♡~"

He’d alternate between these intense licks and sudden, deep plunges of his tongue into her, mimicking the act of sex, tasting her deeper, making her squirm with each penetration.

"Nnn!♡~ Lick!♡~ Suck!♡~ G-Good!♡~ Feels so good!♡~ Mmph!♡~"

Isabelle’s reactions were visceral; her hips bucked against his face, her fingers clutching at the arms of the chair, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants.

Her pussy seemed to pulse with each aggressive move he made, her wetness increasing, providing more for him to taste, to savor.

"Ahh!♡~ Just like that!♡~ J-Just like that, my lord!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Every flick, every suck, every time he buried his face deeper into her, she felt herself losing control, her body singing with raw, unfiltered pleasure.

He growled against her, the vibrations adding another layer to her sensations, making her legs shake violently. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them apart, ensuring she couldn’t close them even if she wanted to, not that she did; she was too far gone in the throes of this intense, animalistic pleasure.

"Mmm!♡~ Oh God!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ J-Just what is this feeling!♡~ Ahh!♡~"

The maids watched, some with hands pressed to their mouths to stifle their own gasps, others with eyes wide in shock and arousal, as Cassius devoured Isabelle like she was the last meal on earth.

And after the intense torment she was going through, Isabelle felt an unfamiliar sensation building within her, an intense pressure that seemed to be culminating into something she’d never experienced before.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ N-No, something coming!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Somethings coming, Young Master!♡~"

In her flustered state, she pleaded, her voice a mix of fear and excitement, "S-Something’s going to come out, Young master!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Oh, please move away, or it might pour right on your face!♡~"

Cassius, however, only smiled wider, his plan unfolding perfectly.

And then, with a look of dark delight, he spread her pussy even further, his fingers pulling her lips apart to expose her inner walls fully. He dove in with renewed desperation, his mouth enveloping her, sucking on her inner walls with a voracity that had her entire body tensing like it was being electrocuted.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~ Slurp!♡~ N-Not there, please!♡~ Nnn!♡~ I can’t!♡~"

Her back arched off the chair, her hands gripping the armrests for dear life as she felt the pressure reach its zenith.

"S-Something’s coming! P-Please move away, my lord!♡~ Please!♡~ I can’t hold back anymore!♡~" She cried out again, her voice breaking as her body gave in to the overwhelming sensation.

And then it happened—a torrent of clear, warm squirt burst from her throbbing pussy with astonishing force, a flood of liquid pleasure that was impossible to contain.

"Ahhh!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Haughh!♡~"

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

There was so much of it, an overwhelming cascade of her arousal.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

And Isabelle, in a moment of panic, realized the stream was about to drench her young master and felt a rush of embarrassment at the thought of him being covered in her fluids.

But in a swift, surprising move, Cassius dodged out of the way, his agility turning the moment into one of unexpected dominance.

The stream of squirt, now without its intended target, soared through the air, arcing high above before descending like a warm, erotic rain.

The maids, who had been watching in a state of rapt fascination, were caught completely off guard. Unlike Cassius, they had no such reflexes to escape the deluge.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

The squirt showered over the front row, droplets cascading down in a sensual, fluid dance, landing on their clothes, their hands, and most importantly, their faces.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

It dripped down, slow and deliberate, tracing paths over their skin, a warm, intimate kiss from Isabelle’s pleasure.

One maid, who had been leaning forward with rapt attention, now found herself with a droplet hanging from her nose, her eyes wide in disbelief. Another, trying to shield her face, ended up with wet hands, her expression one of bewildered amusement.

And just as Isabelle was about to let out a sigh of relief, even though she was deeply embarrassed that she actually enjoyed her fellow maids, Cassius swiftly moved again.

With an intention to stir even more chaos, he thrust his fingers into her still-throbbing pussy without warning, aggressive and unyielding, not giving her a moment to recover her breath.

Push~ Enter~

He then began to finger her with an intensity that bordered on madness, his fingers moving in and out with a pace that was both punishing and exhilarating, which caught Isabelle off gaurd.

"Stroke!♡~ Rub!♡~ Slide!♡~ Glide!♡~ Press!♡

"Ahhh!♡~ Noo, Young Master!♡~ You can’t start so suddenly!♡~ Haughhh!♡~"

His movements were deep, his fingers curling to hit that sweet, sensitive spot inside her, each thrust accompanied by the wet, lewd sounds of her arousal.

"Shluck!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~ Lick!♡~ Glorp!♡~ Smack!♡"

His hand itself was a blur, the rhythm relentless, pushing her body to the brink once more.

"Sip!♡~ Gulp!♡~ No, Master!♡~ Shloop!♡~ T-Thats too much!♡~ Gluck!♡ Lick!♡~"

Isabelle’s pussy, already sensitive from her recent climax, throbbed under his assault. Her walls clamped down on his fingers, trying to hold onto him with each withdrawal, only to be stretched and filled again with each aggressive thrust.

"Mwah!♡~ Glurp!♡~ S-Slow down, please!♡~ Slurp!♡ Glop!♡~ I-I can’t handle this much stimulation down there!♡~ Sluuurp!♡~"

Her body seemed to vibrate with pleasure, her hips lifting off the chair, meeting his hand, her moans turning into sharp cries as waves of sensation crashed through her.

The sight was one of pure eroticism; her pussy glistened, the lips swollen and red from the friction, her clit standing at attention, begging for more even as she was overwhelmed.

His fingers were merciless, spreading her wide, twisting inside her, each motion designed to wring out another reaction from her trembling form.

"Smack!♡~ Ahhh!♡ That’s too fast!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Sip!♡~ T-That part of mine can’t handle it!♡~ Shlick!♡~"

The maids, already dampened by her previous squirt, watched in a mix of shock and awe as Isabelle’s body responded to this new onslaught.

Her pussy was visibly pulsing around his fingers, the muscles contracting with each aggressive stroke, her arousal clear, dripping down his hand and onto the chair below. Her legs shook, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her entire being focused on the pleasure that was being so ruthlessly extracted from her.

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The maids were enthralled by the scene, their own bodies reacting to the display, even as they felt the remnants of Isabelle’s previous squirt dripping off them.

"Ahhh!♡~ Oh, no!♡~ Hnnn!♡~ Somethings coming o-out of me again!♡~ Haughh!♡~"

And then sabelle, overwhelmed by Cassius’s relentless torment, couldn’t hold back any longer. With a shout that echoed through the room, she squirted again, a powerful stream erupting from her.

"Haahhh!♡~ Haann!♡~ It’s coming!♡~ Aughh!♡~ It’s coming out of me!♡~"

"Splurt!♡~ Splish!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

This time, Cassius was not only swift in moving out of the way but also cunning in his next move.

With one strong push, he sent the chair Isabelle was sitting on skidding to the side.

The sudden movement meant the arc of her squirt, now free from any obstruction, flew directly into the crowd of maids who had, until this moment, remained untouched by the previous chaos.

"Squelch!♡~ Glug!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Squish!♡~"

The stream of her juice splashed over them, a warm, unexpected shower that left them gasping and wide-eyed.

"Plop!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Splat!♡~ Slosh!♡~"

It coated them, their clothes sticking to their skin, their faces wet and glistening under the room’s light, each drop a mark of Isabelle’s pleasure and it caused an undeniable erotic charge as the newcomers to this intimate baptism felt Isabelle’s release on their skin, their own bodies tingling with the shared, vicarious pleasure.

Isabelle, still in the throes of her climax, was oblivious to the new wave of shock and arousal she had just unleashed on her unsuspecting colleagues, her body quivering with the aftershocks of her pleasure, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants.

But before Isabelle could even settle her ass back onto the chair after arching her back in ecstasy, Cassius was upon her again.

"Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~ Gloop!♡~ Splurt!♡~"

His fingers plunged back into her vagina with a ferocity that spoke of possession and desire; the splashes from her arousal coated his hand, already slick from her previous climax.

As if it were an inevitable continuation, the sensation was too much for Isabelle. Her body, still buzzing from the last peak, responded with another explosive squirt.

"Squish!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Cassius, anticipating this, shifted the chair to the other side with a swift, purposeful movement.

"Gloop!♡~ Squelch!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Splat!♡~"

The stream of her squirt, now directed to the previously unaffected side of the crowd, cascaded over them in a warm, erotic wave.

It was as if he had orchestrated this moment, ensuring that no one was spared from participating in this intimate, shared experience.

And then like a man with a mission to drench every onlooker in Isabelle’s essence, Cassius repeated this a few more times.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Each time she squirted, he maneuvered the chair, ensuring that no maid was left untouched by the spray of her pleasure.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

The maids, rooted to the spot in awe, felt themselves growing wetter with each passing second.

And despite the instinctual urge of their bodies to move away from the repeated sprays of Isabelle’s fluids, found themselves rooted to the spot.

Their minds, captivated by the passionate spectacle unfolding before them, overruled the logical desire to escape. They stood, mesmerized, watching with wide eyes as Isabelle was brought to peak after peak by Cassius’s relentless attacks on her soaking wet pussy.

Their own arousal was visible; the erotic display before them stirred something deep within, causing their own pussies to leak, the juices slowly trickling down their thighs.

Hence, the wetness was not just from Isabelle’s squirts but from their own bodies reacting to the scene.

Each maid felt a confusing mix of envy, arousal, and fascination, wondering how Isabelle could endure such intense pleasure, how she must feel under the relentless gaze and touch of their master, and if they would also let out so much fluid that it could fill a bucket if they went through the same treatment she was going through.

And finally, like a water gun that had run out of ammunition, Isabelle’s pussy could produce no more.

After several explosive releases, only a small, final drop of squirt emerged, signaling the end of her body’s capacity to give any more...