Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 685: Fight! Fight! Fight!

There was something else, something that made Carmela’s stomach twist with an emotion she didn’t want to name.

Cassius’s gaze.

He was watching Joy with an intensity that made Carmela’s chest tighten.

His eyes were dark, focused, utterly absorbed in the woman who was taking him into her mouth with such fervent dedication.

He wasn’t even looking at her.

He was only looking at Joy.

And Carmela realized, with a start, that she was jealous.

She had avoided this task. She had pushed it onto Joy with every excuse she could find—her fangs, her inexperience, her role as merely a supporter.

But watching Joy’s lips stretched around his cock, hearing the wet sounds of her sucking, seeing the way Cassius’s eyes devoured her—

Carmela wanted it too.

She wanted to taste him.

She wanted to feel his weight on her tongue, the heat of him filling her mouth, the salt and sweetness of his pre-cum coating her throat.

Carmela couldn’t hold back anymore.

She pulled her mouth away from the base of his shaft, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

"Joy." She said, her voice sharper than she intended. "Pull back. It’s my turn."

Joy froze.

Her head rose slowly, her lips still wrapped around his cock, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

For a moment, she didn’t seem to understand what Carmela had said.

Then she released him with a wet pop and stared.

"What?"

Carmela’s jaw tightened.

"I said it’s my turn." She met Joy’s gaze without flinching. "You’ve been at it long enough. Let me suck his cock for a while."

Joy’s eyes narrowed, confusion and something else—something that looked almost like protectiveness flickering across her face.

"But you said—"

"I know what I said." Carmela’s voice was low, almost challenging. "I changed my mind."

Carmela didn’t waste a single moment.

With a sudden burst of motion, she shoved Joy aside—not hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to make the saint stumble backward in surprise.

Before Joy could even process what was happening, Carmela had dropped to her knees on the bed and taken Cassius’s cock into her mouth.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

And the moment her lips wrapped around him, a mini orgasm ripped through her body.

Her butt, perfectly rounded and completely exposed, began shaking uncontrollably.

More fluid leaked from her core, dripping down her thighs.

But Carmela didn’t hesitate. Her head bobbed up and down, up and down, with a fervor that surprised even herself.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Earlier, when she had been thinking about how Joy could possibly take this monster without gagging, she had been genuinely curious.

Now she understood.

The moment her lips touched his skin, her body had gone into autopilot—some subconscious, instinctive knowledge flooding her mind, rewriting her neural pathways in an instant.

She knew exactly how to move her mouth, how to swirl her tongue, how to take him deep without choking.

It was enchantment. Pure, primal enchantment.

’Good decision.’

She thought hazily, her mind already drowning in lust.

’Good decision to take his cock for myself. Otherwise Joy would have hogged all the good stuff.’

Shame flickered somewhere in the back of her consciousness, but it was drowned immediately by the overwhelming pleasure of having him in her mouth.

Joy, meanwhile, stared at the scene before her with wide eyes.

One moment, Carmela had been acting like this was some terrible burden, some favor she was reluctantly doing for a sister.

The next, she was practically fighting for the chance to suck Cassius’s cock.

What was going through that woman’s head?

But more than confusion, Joy felt something else.

Something that made her stomach clench and her thighs press together.

She was...dissatisfied.

She had been reluctantly pulled away from Cassius, and the opportunity had been taken from her—and she was actually angry about it.

The thought was absurd. She refused to believe it.

But the longer she watched Carmela’s head bobbing up and down, watched the vampire’s cheeks hollow with suction, watched her tongue lap at the underside of his shaft—the more her body craved it.

Her pussy grew wetter, her eyes glowed brighter, and somewhere deep inside her, the succubus nature the goddess had planted was beginning to stir.

She wanted to suck his cock too.

She tried to deny it. Tried to push the feeling down.

But her body was aching now, her nipples hard and sensitive against the ridiculous outfit, her core clenching with emptiness.

The need was becoming impossible to ignore.

Finally, she snapped.

Her hand shot out and grabbed Carmela’s shoulder, yanking her back.

"My turn."

Carmela’s mouth came off his cock with an audible pop, and Joy didn’t even wait for a response.

She dropped to her knees, took the glistening shaft into her mouth—not caring that it was slick with Carmela’s saliva—and began to suck.

She shook her head back and forth, lost in the taste, lost in the feeling, lost in the enchantment just as Carmela had been.

Carmela, for her part, felt a flash of genuine rage.

That was hers. That was her dinner, her reward, her time with Cassius, and Joy had just stolen it.

Her fangs extended. A low growl rumbled in her throat.

She actually considered biting Joy. Just a little. Just enough to show her how angry she was.

But she held back.

Instead, she watched—watched Joy suck with that same instinctive skill, watched the saint’s eyes glaze over with pleasure, watched her hips grind against nothing as she worked his cock with her mouth.

And the longer she watched, the more the need built again.

She couldn’t resist.

She grabbed Joy’s shoulder and pulled her back, perhaps more forcefully than necessary.

"My turn. You take the bottom now. Suck from underneath."

Joy’s eyes flashed with frustration and anger, as if Carmela had stolen something precious from her.

But she didn’t argue—she simply shifted position, sliding beneath Cassius’s cock and taking it into her mouth from below while Carmela positioned herself above.

And so it began.

They took turns, trading places, each one determined to have their fill.

Joy would suck the bottom, lavishing the shaft with her tongue while Carmela worked the top—and then Joy would pull Carmela back and take the whole thing for herself, burying it deep in her throat while Carmela licked at the base.

At first, there was a kind of order to it. A rhythm.

One would take her turn, the other would wait, then they would switch.

But as the minutes passed, something changed.

They became greedy.

Joy’s succubus nature was fully awakened now, and with it came a possessiveness she had never experienced.

Cassius was hers. This mission was hers. She didn’t want to share.

Carmela, meanwhile, had spent her entire existence alone. Cold. Distant. Untouchable.

And now she had found someone who made her feel warm, who made her feel wanted, who made her feel alive.

She wasn’t about to let some saintess take that away from her.

The fight started small.

A hand pushing a face away. A growl of frustration. A possessive grip on Cassius’s thigh.

"My turn." Joy snarled, pulling Carmela’s hand off his shaft.

"I wasn’t done." Carmela snapped back, shoving her shoulder.

"My mission." Joy hissed. "My target. You’re supposed to be helping me, not hogging him. Stop interfering!"

"I’m not interfering!"

Carmela shot back, positioning herself in front of Cassius protectively.

"I’m helping you! We agreed to take turns! You can’t just hog him for yourself!"

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his shaft as she glared at Joy.

"Besides, unlike you, I actually have some experience. I can do this much better. So I should get more time with him. It’s only fair."

Joy’s eyes blazed.

"Experience?!" She let out a mocking laugh. "You call that experience? You were literally just lying there while Cassius did all the work! The only experience you have is being a pillow princess!"

Carmela’s jaw dropped.

"You—!"

"And I don’t think being a warrior translates to being good at sucking cock!"

Joy continued, her voice dripping with disdain.

"Experience? Please. You’re as new to this as I am. The only difference is..." She bared her fangs in a taunting smile "...I have succubus instincts now. So if anything, I’m more qualified than you."

Carmela’s whole body trembled with rage.

"You want to go?!"

She lunged forward, her hands reaching for Joy.

"You want to fight?! Fine! I’ll take you on right now! Even naked! Even after everything that’s happened! I’ll still win!"

"You sneaky little vampire!" Joy shouted, meeting her charge.

"You little devil!" Carmela screamed back.

And then—they crashed together.

But this was nothing like their earlier battles.

Those had been fights between warriors, precise and deadly.

This was something else entirely.

This was two women, one completely naked and one wearing barely more than scraps of leather, wrestling on a bed.

They rolled across the mattress, a tangle of limbs and bodies, each trying to pin the other, to gain the advantage.

Their breasts pressed together, soft flesh yielding against soft flesh, nipples grazing and catching.

Their thighs intertwined, and more than once Joy felt Carmela’s wetness smear against her own, their clits kissing through the slickness, their fluids mixing together.

Every time one of them shifted, their asses bounced, the cheeks jiggling with the motion.

And Carmela, still furious about Joy’s mocking words, did something unexpected.

She bit Joy’s neck.

Bite!

Not hard enough to draw blood—not a real bite, not the kind she used in battle. This was playful. A cub nipping at its mother, a kitten testing its teeth.

Joy gasped.

"How dare you bite me, Carmela?!"

She retaliated instantly, her hands finding Carmela’s breasts and squeezing.

Carmela’s back arched.

"Let go!" She yelped, but Joy didn’t let go—instead, she found Carmela’s nipples between her fingers and twisted.

"OW! OW! OW! Joy, you little—!"

She bit down harder on Joy’s neck, and Joy twisted harder on her nipples, and the two of them were locked in a stalemate of pleasure-pain, neither willing to yield.

But Joy had something Carmela didn’t.

A tail.

It lashed out, the heart-shaped tip cracking against Carmela’s bare ass like a whip.

Carmela yelped, her whole body jerking.

"That’s not fair!" She cried. "I don’t have a tail! That’s cheating!"

Joy’s smile was triumphant.

"You should have been born a succubus then. Or a vampire with a tail. Either way..." She cracked her tail again "...skill issue."

Carmela’s eyes flashed with fury.

And they were tumbling again, rolling across the bed, neither one able to gain the upper hand, neither one willing to give up.

The sheets tangled around them, pillows flew, and somewhere in the chaos, the headboard banged against the wall in rhythm with their movements.

Cassius watched all of this with a confused gaze.

What had started as two women taking turns fellating him had somehow devolved into an all-out erotic wrestling match.

He had no idea how it had happened, no idea how he had ended up here.

But confusion quickly gave way to pure, unadulterated enthusiasm.

"Mmph! Mmmph mmmph!"

He tried to shout through his gag, the sound coming out muffled but unmistakably excited.

"Mmph! MMMMMPH!"

If anyone could translate, they would have heard:

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"

"FIGHT FOR MY COCK YOU TWO!"

"WHOEVER WINS GETS TO TAKE IT DOWN THEIR THROAT!"

He craned his neck to get a better view as the two of the most powerful women in the continent—the Saint of Thorns and the Noble Killer—rolled around completely naked on his bed, fighting over who got to suck his cock.

It was the greatest show he had ever witnessed.

He wished desperately for popcorn. Some snacks. A drink, maybe.

Something to complete the experience.

But nonetheless, he had front-row seats to two gorgeous women wrestling, their bodies pressed together, their faces flushed, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they struggled for dominance.

Life, he decided, was truly wonderful and unpredictable sometimes.