Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 677: Have You Been Possessed By The Devil?

While Joy’s soul traversed the divine realms, having conversations that would reshape her entire understanding of existence, the scene unfolding in the bedroom was decidedly more...earthly.

After all, neither Cassius nor Carmela had any idea what was happening in the spiritual plane.

To them, Joy had simply been sitting silently in the corner, eyes closed, hands clasped as if in prayer.

They assumed she was meditating, communing with her goddess in her usual way.

And frankly, they were far too occupied to care.

The two of them were like animals in heat, completely consumed by each other.

Carmela lay sprawled across the sheets, her usual composed demeanor shattered into a million pieces.

Her coffee-brown skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven breaths.

Her fangs were fully extended, but not from hunger—from pure, overwhelming pleasure.

Between her legs, Cassius was thoroughly occupied.

His tongue delved deep into her most intimate place, savoring the sweet nectar that flowed from her core.

He licked and sucked with the dedication of a man who had found his life’s purpose, his mouth working against her folds with practiced precision.

When his lips found her clitoris, he wrapped around it and sucked gently, and Carmela’s entire body convulsed.

"A-Ah! C-Cassius—!" Her voice came out in broken gasps, nothing like the cold, controlled tone she usually wielded like a weapon.

But he didn’t stop there.

His hands roamed her body with possessive familiarity, one palm roughly groping her breast while his fingers pinched and rolled her nipple.

The other hand slid lower, two fingers slipping inside her even as his tongue continued its assault on her sensitive pearl.

The combination was devastating.

Carmela’s hips bucked wildly, torn between trying to escape the overwhelming sensations and pushing herself harder against his face.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tightly—not to pull him away, but to keep him exactly where he was.

The effects of his blood had long since faded. Her hunger was satiated, the desperate lust that had consumed her earlier completely gone.

And yet.

And yet she couldn’t get enough.

Every stroke of his tongue, every press of his fingers, every squeeze of his hand sent fireworks exploding behind her eyes.

Her body was on fire—a beautiful, exquisite fire that she never wanted to be extinguished.

The cold, unfeeling mask she wore for the world had also completely dissolved.

In its place was something raw, vulnerable.

Her eyes, usually so sharp and assessing, were half-lidded and glazed with pleasure.

Her lips, usually pressed into a thin line, were parted in constant, breathless moans.

She looked beautiful.

She looked alive.

Cassius then pulled back for just a moment, admiring his work. Her glistening folds, her trembling thighs, the way her chest heaved with each desperate breath.

A primal satisfaction swelled in his chest—this was his work. His woman, undone by his touch alone.

But he wasn’t done.

Far from it.

He positioned himself above her, his body looming over hers, his breath coming in heavy pants that matched her own. And between them, pressing insistently against her soaked entrance, was his cock.

Carmela felt it.

Felt the thick head sliding up and down her slick folds, spreading her lips with each pass.

It bumped against her clitoris, and she whimpered—a sound so unlike her that anyone who knew her would have thought they were dreaming.

But this was no dream.

Carmela could feel every inch of him.

The heat.

The size.

The way he teased her entrance but never pushed in.

Their eyes locked.

Neither could speak anymore. Words had long since failed them. But their eyes—those spoke volumes. Desire. Need. Trust. Something deeper, something neither of them had words for.

Finally, Cassius broke the silence.

"Can I?"

His voice was rough, strained with barely contained desire. But beneath that, there was something else. Vulnerability. Fear, even.

He was scared she would say no.

Scared she would push him away.

The head of his cock pressed against her tight entrance, just barely nudging inside. Her tiny hole spread just slightly around the tip, and they both gasped at the sensation.

Carmela stared at him.

Her heart pounded.

This was it.

The moment of no return.

She was proud. Stubborn. Fiercely independent. She had never let anyone this close, never shown anyone this vulnerability.

But looking at him—at the fear and hope and love in his eyes—she knew.

There was only one answer.

She looked away, shyly, her cheeks darkening with a blush that was visible even through her dusky skin.

And then, almost imperceptibly, she nodded.

Cassius’s face lit up like the sun breaking through clouds.

A grin spread across his features—pure, unadulterated joy.

He couldn’t believe it. Carmela had said yes.

She had trusted him with this.

He stared at her beautiful face for a long moment, committing every detail to memory.

The way her eyes sparkled with nervous anticipation.

The way her lips parted slightly, waiting. The way her body arched toward him, inviting him in.

Then he couldn’t wait anymore.

Slowly, carefully, he pushed.

The bulbous tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, spreading her open.

Carmela gasped, a sharp intake of breath, as she felt that thick head slip inside.

It had barely gone a centimeter—was barely more than stretching her hole—but already it felt so intense.

Cassius held her hands, pinning them gently to the bed.

"It’s alright." He murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "It’s alright, my feisty little vampire. Just breathe. It’ll be over in a second."

He pushed deeper.

Carmela’s eyes widened as she felt herself stretching further, accommodating his impossible girth.

Her inner walls clenched around him, trying to adjust to the invasion, and every millimeter sent new waves of sensation through her body.

Deeper.

Deeper still.

Until finally, he felt it.

A soft resistance. A thin membrane, deeper than any human’s would be—vampire anatomy placed it further inside, protecting their most precious treasure until the right moment.

His tip pressed against her hymen.

They both knew what that meant.

One more push.

One more inch.

And she would be his completely.

Carmela didn’t speak. Didn’t protest. Didn’t hesitate.

She just looked at him with those trembling eyes, her gaze pleading and trusting all at once, and Cassius knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He pushed.

Carmela felt the pain—sharp and sudden as her virginity tore apart.

Her hymen split, surrendering to his invasion, and she gasped at the sensation.

But beneath the pain was something else. Something profound.

Connection.

Completeness.

He was inside her. Truly inside her. And in that moment, they were more than two separate people.

They were one.

But just as her hymen started to bleed and was about to fully break open—

BOOM!

A pillar of light erupted from the heavens, blasting through the roof of the mansion with cataclysmic force.

It struck directly where Joy sat, engulfing her completely in blinding radiance that filled every corner of the room.

Cassius and Carmela froze.

The light was everywhere—blinding, overwhelming, drowning out everything. They could see nothing but white. Could hear nothing but a high-pitched hum that seemed to vibrate in their very bones.

"JOY!" Cassius shouted, but his voice was lost in the divine cacophony.

Carmela scrambled off the bed, any thought of their interrupted intimacy forgotten.

Her eyes, still glazed with pleasure moments ago, now blazed with concern as she stared at the pillar of light consuming her friend.

"Joy!" She called out, her voice raw with worry.

But the light didn’t respond.

It blazed for what felt like an eternity—though it was probably only seconds—and then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it vanished.

Leaving Joy crumpled on the floor.

Cassius didn’t hesitate.

Despite the unfortunate interruption of what was about to be a life-changing moment, he leaped off the bed and rushed to Joy’s side.

Carmela followed immediately, her own nakedness forgotten in the face of her friend’s distress.

"Joy!" Cassius knelt beside her, reaching out to check her pulse, her breathing. "Are you alright? What happened? Did you try to see my soul again?"

He shook his head in disbelief.

"You really are the most stubborn woman I’ve ever met. Willing to fight a literal god just to prosecute me."

Carmela knelt on Joy’s other side, her eyes scanning her friend’s form for injuries.

"Did you have another backlash? Joy, can you hear me?"

But then—

Both of them froze.

Their eyes locked onto something.

Something on Joy.

Something that shouldn’t be there.

They stared, mouths open, utterly speechless.

Meanwhile, Joy groaned, slowly coming to.

The journey between realms always left her disoriented, weak, dizzy. She rubbed her face, trying to clear the fog from her mind.

But as her vision cleared, she saw them.

Cassius and Carmela.

Both completely naked.

Both staring at her with expressions of absolute shock and horror, as if they were witnessing some kind of miraculous transformation right before their eyes.

Joy blinked, confused.

Then she noticed something else.

Cassius’s cock—massive, thick, and still glistening with Carmela’s arousal was hanging directly in her line of sight.

Pointed at her face like some kind of organic weapon

Her face went red.

And then her hand shot out, finger pointing accusingly at the offending appendage.

"Cassius! Take that monstrous thing away from me and don’t you dare point it at my face!"

She scrambled backward, genuine fear in her eyes.

"I feel threatened by it! So, don’t blame me if I do something drastic!"

It was huge. Like a weapon. She instinctively thought of her hammer—the one the goddess had given her. Both seemed to have about the same weight and destructive potential.

But instead of responding with his usual teasing, instead of laughing or making a joke or pulling away, Cassius just stared at her.

Silent.

Shocked.

Carmela too, was staring with the same expression.

Joy’s confusion deepened.

"What?" She demanded. "What’s wrong? Why are you both looking at me like that?"

"I was only gone for a little while—it shouldn’t have been long enough for you to forget my face!"

Something was clearly wrong.

Finally, Carmela lifted a trembling hand and pointed.

"Joy." She said slowly, her voice filled with disbelief. "You...Your appearance..."

Joy frowned.

"What do you mean? What about my appearance?"

Cassius found his voice.

"Your appearance, Joy."

He shook his head as if trying to wake from a dream.

"You...You have wings. And a tail. And horns. Horns on top of your head."

Joy stared at him.

Wings?

Tail?

Horn?

"What are you talking about? That’s ridiculou—"

She looked down at herself with a mocking face—

And screamed.

Because Cassius was right.

From her back, beautiful bat-like wings had sprouted.

A long, slender tail with a heart-shaped tip swished behind her, moving with a life of its own.

And on her head, protruding from her hair were horns.

For a moment, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

But when she looked towards the mirror on the distant fall there was no denying what she saw.

Her face was still hers. Her eyes, her nose, her lips—all Joy.

But there was something different about her. Something alluring. Something that made even her catch her breath.

The wings were also magnificent—bat-like, dark, leathery, elegant—shimmering with dark colors that shifted as she moved.

The tail curled and uncurled behind her with a mind of its own, the heart-shaped tip adding an almost playful element to her appearance.

And the horns—large, elegant, curving slightly backward from her forehead—gave her an exotic, otherworldly beauty.

She looked like...

She looked like a succubus.

Joy stared at her reflection, her mind racing.

The goddess’s gift.

The race that excelled at seduction.

The attributes she had been given.

This was what it meant.

She had been transformed into the ultimate temptress—a being designed by divine will to captivate, allure, and seduce.

A succubus.

And Cassius was staring at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read, while Carmela’s voice broke the silence, soft and wondering.

"Joy...Have you been corrupted and turned into the devil?"