Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 684: Deeper And Deeper

The moment the words left Carmela’s mouth, Joy felt a wave of mortification unlike anything she had ever experienced.

This was it. This was the task. The one thing that, in her wildest imaginings, she had never once considered she would ever be asked to do.

Take that massive, monstrous thing into her mouth.

She opened her lips to say something—anything—to protest, to deflect, to pass this responsibility onto someone more suited for such a degrading task.

But Carmela was already smirking.

"Don’t even try."

She said, her voice dripping with amusement.

"I can see it in your eyes. You want to pass this responsibility onto me. To make me do the hard part."

Joy’s protest died in her throat, while Carmela reached out and wrapped her hand around Cassius’s shaft, stroking it slowly up and down.

The motion made his entire body tense, a muffled sound escaping his gag.

"See this?"

Carmela squeezed gently, emphasizing the massive, bulbous tip.

"There’s plenty of shaft for both of us. You can take the left side, I’ll take the right. We can share that."

Her thumb traced the underside, then moved up to the head.

"But this?" She tapped the engorged crown. "Only one person can take this. Only one mouth can fit around it. And that person..."

She looked directly at Joy

"...has to be you."

Joy’s eyes darted to the bulbous head of Cassius’s cock, slick with pre-cum, gleaming in the dim light.

It was massive—impossibly so. The size alone could break her jaw if she wasn’t careful, and the thought of it pushing past her lips, filling her mouth, pressing against her throat—

She felt genuine fear.

"Why does it have to be me?" She managed, her voice strained.

Carmela’s eyes glinted knowingly.

"Because this is your duty, Joy. From beginning to end, this is your mission. I’m just your support. Your accomplice. I can guide you, help you, hold your hand through it."

"But the main task?" She tilted her head, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "That has to be done by you."

"Besides, think about it. The Goddess of Light is probably watching you right now."

She gestured at the ceiling, as if looking past it to the heavens themselves.

"All the heavens are probably watching. What do you think they’d say if you put all the responsibility onto some vampire who doesn’t even believe in your religion?"

"A creature of darkness doing the work you were chosen for?"

She shrugged theatrically.

"They’d be disappointed, wouldn’t they? She might even make me a Saintess. Take away your title. Give it to someone who actually does the work."

Joy’s eye twitched.

"You wouldn’t dare—"

"I’m just saying."

Carmela’s smile was innocent, but her eyes were anything but.

"It would be a shame if all that holy power went to waste on someone who couldn’t even complete a simple task."

Joy couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

There it was—that bold, teasing side of Carmela that she had only glimpsed before.

The woman who usually kept herself so controlled, so reserved, had apparently decided that bullying Joy was the perfect way to get back at her for all the stress she’d caused.

And damn her, it was working.

Joy couldn’t deny anything she said. The Goddess was watching. The responsibility was hers.

And the thought of losing her position, her title, her very identity to a woman who didn’t even worship the light?

Unacceptable.

She looked at the monstrous thing in front of her.

The massive tip. The thick, veiny shaft. The sheer impossible size of it all.

It was daunting. Intimidating. Terrifying, even.

But Carmela had made her point.

"Fine." Joy ground out through clenched teeth. "Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll try...sucking his penis."

She spat the words out like they were poison, her face burning.

Carmela’s face split into a satisfied grin.

"Good girl."

She slapped Joy’s shoulder in approval, and the condescending gesture made Joy’s blood boil even more.

"Now, I should warn you—sucking a penis is actually quite difficult. You definitely won’t master it on the first try. At least, that’s what the mother said."

"But..." She held up a finger. "...there’s one thing you absolutely must remember."

Joy waited, dreading what would come next.

"Don’t use your teeth."

Joy blinked.

"That’s the primary mistake people make. The one thing that can ruin the entire experience."

Carmela’s voice was serious now, genuinely instructive.

"Do whatever else you want. Suck it fast, slow, hard, soft, whatever feels right to you. But whatever you do, do not use your teeth."

"That’s also why I’m not being the first one to suck his penis, by the way."

She opened her mouth wide, revealing her sharp, gleaming canines.

"If I made a mistake, it would be quite deadly. A bloody mess all over his poor cock."

She closed her mouth with a click.

"So you really are the perfect candidate."

"So? Go ahead." She gestured toward Cassius’s shaft. "Enjoy yourself. Start sucking Cassius’s cock."

She leaned down eagerly, her tongue darting out to lap at the base of his shaft.

"Don’t worry about me—I’ll take care of the bottom part."

Now, Joy was left alone with the tip.

She stared at it.

It stared back.

She considered angles. Approaches. How to open her mouth wide enough to take it without hurting herself.

And then, foolishly, she looked up at Cassius’s face.

It was a mistake.

A terrible, horrible, absolutely unforgivable mistake.

Because even with the gag in his mouth, it was obvious.

He was grinning.

His eyes sparkled with amusement, with triumph, with sheer, unbridled delight. The look in them was unmistakable—it was the look of a man who had won.

’Take it.’ Those eyes said. ’Go on. Take my cock in your mouth. Suck it. Choke on it. I want to see you try.’

He was enjoying this.

The insufferable, utterly impossible man was enjoying watching the woman who had come to destroy him, forced to debase herself for his pleasure.

Joy’s hands clenched into fists.

Some dark part of her wanted to ignore Carmela’s advice entirely.

To take his cock into her mouth and bite.

To watch him scream in pain, to see that smug expression finally wiped off his face.

But she held herself back.

Because if she did that, the world might end.

And as much as she hated him in this moment, she didn’t hate him enough to destroy the universe.

So instead, she turned all that anger, all that frustration into something else.

Determination.

She would do this. She would complete her mission. And she would do it so well that Cassius would have no choice but to fall for her, to join the side of light, to become her obedient love slave.

Then she would be the one smiling.

With that thought burning in her chest, she opened her mouth as wide as she could—wider than she had ever opened it in her life—and wrapped her lips around his cock.

Gulp!

The moment his flesh touched her tongue, a new explosion of sensation hit her.

Hardness. Impossible, granite-like hardness that made her feel like she was trying to suck a rock covered in velvet.

The flesh was firm but gave slightly under pressure, a strange combination of strength and softness that made her head spin.

And the taste.

Pre-cum was already leaking from his tip, coating her tongue in a mixture of salt and sweetness that was somehow both overwhelming and addicting.

The flavor was more intense than anything she had experienced earlier, more concentrated, more potent.

She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her throat.

The taste was...good.

Better than good.

It was like her body had been waiting for this, craving this, and now that she had it, every nerve was singing.

She didn’t know if it was the succubus nature the goddess had given her, making her more susceptible to such things.

Or if it was simply her womanhood awakening, responding to the sheer masculinity of the act.

But she stopped hesitating.

Her mouth began to move.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Up and down. Up and down.

Pushing his cock deeper with each motion, letting it slide against her tongue, feeling it press against the roof of her mouth before sliding back out.

The motion was awkward at first.

Her jaw ached from being stretched so wide.

She had to concentrate constantly to keep her teeth from grazing his sensitive flesh, which made the whole process even more exhausting.

But with each stroke, something shifted.

Her body began to move on its own, finding a rhythm that worked, a pace that felt natural.

Her tongue started to swirl around his tip of its own accord, exploring the sensitive ridge, teasing the small slit where more pre-cum leaked out.

The taste grew stronger. Sweeter. More addictive.

And with each movement, with each stroke, her body grew hotter.

Her skin flushed. Her breathing quickened.

Between her legs, she could feel herself growing wet, her arousal leaking out in response to what she was doing.

It was mortifying.

It was exhilarating.

And there was a part of her—a dark, thrilling part that wanted more.

Wanted to take him deeper.

Wanted to see how much she could fit, how far she could push herself.

So, she pushed forward, taking him further into her throat.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!"

Her body rebelled immediately, gagging and choking against the intrusion. Her eyes watered. Her throat constricted.

But she didn’t stop.

She pulled back, gasped for air, then pushed forward again.

Deeper this time. Her throat spasmed around him, but she forced herself to hold, to breathe through it, to accept.

Pull back. Push deeper.

Again.

Again.

Each time, she took him a little further. Each time, her body protested a little less. Her throat was learning, adapting, opening up to accommodate him.

And her tongue never stopped moving.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

It swirled around his tip between thrusts. It lapped at the sensitive underside when she pulled back.

It pressed against the shaft as she pushed forward, massaging and caressing every inch she could reach.

She was worshipping his cock.

And the realization hit her like a physical blow.

It became even worse when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the side of the bed and froze.

The woman reflected there was not the Joy she knew.

That woman had her face, her eyes, her hair.

But she was sticking her ass out, her lips stretched obscenely around a massive cock, her tail waving lazily, her breasts pressed together in that ridiculous leather contraption, her nipples hard and visible.

She looked like a whore.

She looked like a succubus.

She looked like everything she had sworn never to become.

Horror flooded through her—and yet her mouth kept moving. Her tongue kept swirling. Her head kept bobbing.

Because her body was on fire.

Because the taste of him was addictive.

Because deep down, in the darkest part of her soul that she had never acknowledged existed, she wanted this.

’No.’ She told herself desperately. ’This isn’t me. This is the succubus nature. The Goddess’s gift. It’s taking over, changing me. I am still good. I am still pure. I am still Joy.’

She clung to that thought like a lifeline and kept sucking.

Meanwhile, Carmela watched, utterly mesmerized.

She had been lapping at the base of Cassius’s cock, enjoying herself well enough, but her attention had been stolen entirely by the sight above her.

Joy.

On her knees.

Sucking Cassius’s cock like her life depended on it.

Carmela’s throat went dry.

She had expected hesitation. She had expected choking, gagging, tears, reluctance.

She had thought Joy would pull back every few seconds to gasp for air, to need breaks, to be awkward and inexperienced.

Instead, Joy was devouring him.

Her movements were fluid, rhythmic, devoted. Her eyes were half-lidded, focused, intent.

The sounds she made—wet, hungry, desperate—echoed in the room, mixing with the slick slide of her mouth on his shaft.

Carmela couldn’t look away.

She had thought she understood what it meant to be intimate with Cassius. She had let him take care of her, pleasure her, fill her.

She had thought that was enough.

But watching Joy, she realized she had been missing something.

The giving.

The devotion.

The act of putting someone else’s pleasure above your own, of surrendering completely to the task of pleasing them.

And as she watched, a horrifying realization began to dawn on her.

Cassius’s cock was wet with more than just pre-cum and Joy’s saliva.

It was also wet with her.

Her own juices from earlier, when he had been inside her. When she had been spread beneath him, her body open and welcoming, her pleasure coating his shaft as he moved within her.

And Joy was licking it.

Tasting it.

Swallowing it down along with everything else.

The thought made Carmela’s body flush with heat.

A strange, shameful excitement curled in her belly, making her thighs clench together.

Should she tell Joy?

The thought lasted for only a second before she dismissed it violently.

If Joy found out, she would be furious. Possibly violent. Definitely murderous.

No, this secret would go to the grave with her.