Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 689: It’s My Turn Now

By now, Joy and Carmela had absolutely gone all out. They had made Cassius release himself dozens upon dozens of times.

The evidence was everywhere—the bed was soaked, the floor beside it had become a slick pool, and even the sheets that had somehow remained clean were now thoroughly ruined.

The room smelled of sex and sweat and something sweet that lingered in the air like perfume.

And now both women lay sprawled beside him, utterly exhausted.

Their chests heaved. Sweat glistened on their skin. They panted like they had just run a marathon, limbs trembling from exertion, muscles aching from relentless effort.

Joy rubbed her jaw with a pained expression, her fingers kneading the sore muscles.

"Ow." She muttered, wincing. "It hurts. It hurts so much!"

She glared at Cassius’s still-erect cock, which was bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.

"Why does this thing have to be so hard? And so big?" She gestured angrily at it before giving it a flick. "It feels like it’s trying to break my jaw!"

"Would it have killed you to have a smaller one? It would have been so much easier!"

Beside her, Carmela was rubbing her stomach with a look of genuine concern.

"I agree about the jaw." She said, wincing as she shifted. "But I think my stomach is the one suffering more right now."

She looked down at her midsection, which had developed a slight but noticeable bulge.

"I’m completely bloated. I think I took in too much of his..."

She trailed off, licking her lips. There was still a trace of his seed at the corner of her mouth.

She looked like a woman who had gone all out at an all-you-can-eat buffet and was now regretting her life choices.

Joy nodded in agreement, though she too felt the uncomfortable fullness in her belly.

Normally she ate sparingly—a small portion of rice, some vegetables, maybe a piece of fruit. That was enough for her.

Tonight she had consumed enough to feed a small army.

It was probably the fullest she had ever felt in her entire life.

But as the initial wave of exhaustion began to fade, a new concern crept into her mind.

She stared at Cassius’s cock.

Still standing.

Still as strong as ever.

"Why..." She said slowly, her voice tinged with confusion, suspicion, and something that might have been fear. "...is it still like that? Why hasn’t it gone down?"

Carmela reached out and stroked it experimentally, her fingers wrapping around the thick shaft.

"I was wondering the same thing." She admitted nervously. "No matter how strong he is, after everything we’ve done, it should have softened at least a little." She gave it a gentle squeeze. "We sucked him so many times. He released so many times. It should be soft by now."

She slapped it lightly, almost petulantly.

"But look at it! Standing up like a flagpole that refuses to come down!"

She turned to Joy.

"Is it because of your ability? Are you making him stay hard with your succubus powers?"

Joy shook her head.

"No. Succubi can increase a man’s potency, make him last longer, make him harder—but I’m not using any of that right now."

She looked at her hands, where the pink glow had faded.

"I stopped using my abilities after the first few times. Everything after that was just...us."

Carmela’s eyes widened as she processed what Joy was saying.

A slow, creeping dread began to settle in her stomach.

"So..." She said slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "That means Cassius’s penis is staying up all on its own. Without any help. Without any magic."

She swallowed hard.

"So even after everything we did—even after all of that—it’s still not enough to take down this tree."

They both looked at his cock, still standing tall, still ready, still completely undefeated.

A shiver ran through both of them.

They had thought they could handle this. Thought they had found a weakness they could exploit.

With Joy’s powers and their combined efforts, they believed that they could finally bring the untouchable Cassius to his knees.

But they were wrong.

Every time they thought they had cut him down, he just grew back.

Every time they thought they had exhausted him, he was ready again.

No matter how much effort they put in, no matter how much blood, sweat, and tears they poured into their work, he remained standing.

Strong. Unyielding. Unbeatable.

For the first time that night, they both felt a flicker of genuine fear.

They realised that they had bitten off more than they could chew and challenged a force they couldn’t defeat.

Joy looked up at Cassius’s face, seeking that pathetic, broken expression she had seen before.

That look of desperation and surrender that would restore her confidence, prove that her mission was possible, that she could truly bring him to heel.

But the moment she did—her blood ran cold.

His face...had changed.

The look of a man overwhelmed by pleasure, drowning in sensation, unable to hold back—it had vanished completely.

In its place were two crimson eyes stared back at her.

Glowing. Intent. Focused.

The pleasure he had been experiencing was gone.

And in its place was something that looked very much like he had adapted. Like whatever they had thrown at him had been processed, analyzed, and rendered ineffective.

Carmela saw Joy’s face pale and turned to look.

She paled too.

That wasn’t the face of someone being overwhelmed, being dominated, being played with.

That was the face of a predator.

He was looking at them with amusement, yes—but there was something else there too. Something that made the hair on the back of Carmela’s neck stand up.

A flicker of rage, held in check but very much present. The look of a man who had been toyed with and was now deciding how he would respond.

They were no longer the hunters.

They were the prey.

Joy’s survival instincts kicked in.

She dove down, taking his cock back into her mouth with desperate urgency. Her powers flared, pink energy radiating from her body as she pushed them to their maximum.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

She took him deeper than before, her throat working around his length, her tongue pressing and swirling with every technique she had learned tonight.

Cassius didn’t flinch.

He just watched her with those glowing eyes, his expression unchanging.

She pushed harder. More power. More intensity. The pink glow around her body intensified until it was almost blinding.

But...nothing.

He stared at her like a man watching an ant struggle to move a mountain.

She pulled off, gasping, and turned to Carmela with wide, terrified eyes.

"Carmela! Help me! Please!"

Carmela snapped out of her daze and dove in. She took his balls into her mouth, sucking and laving them with her tongue while Joy attacked the shaft.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

They worked in tandem, taking turns, coordinating their efforts.

Joy would suck the head while Carmela worked the shaft. Carmela would take his balls while Joy swallowed him whole.

They pushed themselves harder than they had all night, pouring every ounce of their newfound power into pleasing him.

But his eyes only glowed brighter.

Seeing this—out of sheer fear—Joy took one of his balls into her mouth while Carmela took the other.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

They sucked together, tongues working, hands stroking, bodies pressing against him with desperate need.

But Cassius’s expression didn’t change and Carmela pulled back first, her voice cracking with genuine fear.

"What’s happening?! Why is he looking at us like that?! Isn’t he supposed to be tamed by now?!" Her voice rose to a panicked pitch. "Why does he look like he’s about to pounce on us?!"

Joy’s hands trembled as she stared at his cock, still standing as proud as ever.

"I don’t know! I don’t know!" Her voice was equally panicked. "My powers are the same as before! Just as intense! But look at him—" She pointed at his face "—it’s not having the same effect anymore!"

A horrible realization dawned on her.

"I think...I think he’s adapting to it."

Carmela’s blood ran cold. "He’s what?"

"He’s adapting!" Joy’s voice cracked. "He’s experienced this so many times tonight! Every time I used my powers, the effect got smaller. And smaller. And now..."

She shook her head helplessly.

"It’s barely affecting him at all. I think he’s becoming immune to it."

Carmela’s jaw dropped.

"No! That’s impossible! This is a blessing from the goddess! A divine gift! You can’t just become immune to divine power!"

Joy sighed, gesturing at Cassius’s face.

"I don’t want to believe it either. But look at him. Does that look like a man suffering under our hands?"

Carmela looked.

Cassius was watching them with those glowing eyes. His expression was calm. Controlled. Like he was waiting to make a move.

Her stomach dropped.

After all, they had toyed with him. Used him like a plaything. Drained him over and over while he lay there, seemingly helpless.

And now he was looking at them like he had been letting them win.

The fear was overwhelming.

"Wait—I know!" Carmela’s voice was desperate. "The mother-daughter duo from before! They did something called a...a boob job! Where they pressed their breasts together around his cock and moved up and down!"

"He seemed to really enjoy that! We can try it!"

Joy didn’t hesitate.

She pulled her dress aside—what little there was left of it—and pressed her chest against Carmela’s.

The effect was immediate and striking: one side of Cassius’s cock was enveloped in Carmela’s dark, chocolate mountains, while the other was pressed against Joy’s pale, creamy breasts.

Two perfect mounds, different as night and day, sandwiching his shaft between them.

They began to move.

Up and down. Up and down. Their breasts sliding against each other, against him, creating a pressure and sensation that should have broken any man.

Carmela glanced at Cassius’s face.

And to her shock—he was moving!

Slowly, he was rising from his reclined position. His body loomed over them now, his shadow falling across their desperate faces.

"Suck on it, Joy!" Carmela hissed at Joy. "Don’t just use your breasts—suck on the tip at the same time!"

Joy’s tongue darted out, licking and sucking at the head of his cock as it appeared and disappeared between their breasts.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Carmela spat on her own chest, then Joy’s, increasing the lubrication, making everything slicker, wetter, more intense.

Their faces were close now. Dangerously close.

With such a small surface area to work with, their mouths kept meeting. Tongues that should have been focused on Cassius found each other instead.

They were kissing. Actually kissing—tasting each other’s saliva, each other’s desperation, each other’s fear.

But neither of them pulled away.

There was no time.

That looming presence was still hanging over them, still watching, still waiting.

They threw everything they had at him. Every trick, every technique, every scrap of power they possessed.

Joy’s succubus abilities flared to their absolute limit. Carmela’s vampire strength pressed their breasts together with crushing force.

Their mouths worked in perfect, terrified synchronization.

But it was all for nothing as—

—Cassius had had enough.

His hands moved.

He grabbed the pink shackles that had bound his wrists—the ones that should have held him, should have contained him, should have kept him helpless—and pulled.

Crack!

They snapped like they had never been restraints at all.

He then tore the gag from his mouth, tossing it aside with casual disdain.

And then his hands settled on their heads.

Large. Warm. Powerful.

He petted them like they were his puppies. Like they were his pets. His playthings.

Both women shivered uncontrollably.

He then smiled down at them—a smile that was warm and terrifying in equal measure.

"You two are really quite a duo."

He stroked their hair slowly, almost lazily.

"One sucking my balls. Another sucking my shaft. Taking turns at my tip. Working together like you’ve been doing this for years."

His voice was warm, almost proud.

"Individually, you’re both so innocent. So easy to fluster. Sweet little girls who don’t know what they’re doing..."

He leaned closer.

"But when the two of you come together? When you work as a team?" His smile widened. "You become devils. Real devils."

"The kind that can send a man to heaven or hell, depending on how you look at it." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

He patted their heads again.

"I was in hell for a while there. The way you kept going at me, over and over, never letting up..." He let out a low chuckle. "Even my wives have never managed something like that. They get tired. They need breaks. But you two?"

His voice was genuine admiration.

"You just kept going. Relentless. I have to commend you for that."

Joy and Carmela exchanged a glance.

Was he...thanking them?

Maybe he wasn’t angry. Maybe all of this—the looming presence, the intense gaze was just his way of showing appreciation.

They started to relax.

And then his smile turned.

It was subtle—just a slight curve at the edges, a slight narrowing of his eyes. But it transformed his expression from appreciation to something far more dangerous.

"But now." He said softly. "I think it’s my turn."

The blood drained from their faces.

"You’ve managed to send me to heaven so many times tonight." He ran his fingers through their hair, almost contemplatively. "So many times. I lost count after the first dozen."

"I think it’s only fair that I return the favor."

"And I also think..." He continued, his voice dropping to something that made their skin prickle. "...that I should do it multiple more times than the amount of times you did it to me. That seems fair, doesn’t it?"

He leaned down until his face was level with theirs, until they could feel his breath on their cheeks, until his eyes filled their entire vision.

"It’s my time now." He whispered. "My turn to send you both to heaven and hell at the same time."