Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 694: Sacrificial Snake And Puppy

Light exploded from her palms.

It filled the room like a flashbang, searing Cassius’s eyes, making him cry out and cover his face.

"MY EYES!"

At the same moment, Carmela lunged upward, sinking her fangs into Cassius’s neck.

Not playfully this time. Not the gentle nibbling of earlier.

Her teeth pierced skin, and he howled, his hands flying to the wound.

"MY NECK!"

That was all the opening they needed.

They scrambled off the mattress, limbs tangled, bodies screaming in protest, but they didn’t stop.

Joy’s arm wrapped around Carmela’s waist.

Carmela’s arm hooked around Joy’s shoulders.

Together, they limped toward the door, their naked bodies covered in sweat and cum and each other’s fluids, their legs barely functioning, their minds barely conscious.

But they moved.

They moved like their lives depended on it.

Because maybe they did.

Behind them, Cassius blinked the spots from his vision.

He saw them at the door—two broken, trembling women, supporting each other, escaping him.

"Wait—" He sat up. "Don’t go!"

They looked back.

Just once.

Their eyes were wild with fear, their faces pale, their bodies shaking. They looked like survivors of some terrible catastrophe.

Then they were gone.

The door slammed behind them, and Joy and Carmela stumbled into the corridor, their feet pounding against the floor as they ran.

They didn’t care that they were naked. Didn’t care that anyone might see.

Didn’t care that Joy’s sisters were down the hall, that Maria might be awake, that the entire household would know what had happened.

They just needed to get away.

From him.

From the room.

From the night that had undone everything they were.

And Cassius was left alone.

He sat on the bed, his hand on his neck where Carmela had bitten him, staring at the empty doorway.

Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face.

He shook his head, lowering his hand.

"I guess I should let them go." He murmured to the empty room. "After tormenting them all night...taking them all the way would just be cruel."

"Not to mention, they wouldn’t even move anymore. They’d just lie there. Dolls. No fun in that."

They had escaped tonight.

But their bodies wouldn’t forget who they belonged to.

Their muscles remembered his touch. Their nerves remembered his pleasure.

Their minds remembered every word he had whispered, every command he had given.

The resistance they had before tonight would never be the same.

He smiled again, satisfied.

But then, slowly, the smile faded.

Something was bothering him.

He thought about the bizzare events today.

About Aqua, cornering him in the bathroom, practically throwing herself at him.

About Maria, who had rejected him so firmly, suddenly asking him on a date out of nowhere.

About Joy, who had come here to destroy him, now willing to become his sex slave.

Women were throwing themselves at him.

All of them.

Without him having to do anything and that was strange.

Normally, it took effort. Seduction. Manipulation. Sometimes just patience, waiting for the right moment to make his move.

All his wives, all his lovers—he had worked for them. Earned them. Fought for them.

But these three?

They had come to him on a silver platter. Aqua had practically proposed. Maria had initiated the date. Joy had been given a mission to seduce him, and had dove in headfirst.

It felt...strange.

He was used to working for what he wanted. Used to the chase, the pursuit, the thrill of winning someone over.

It felt...wrong.

Not wrong in a moral sense. Just wrong in a way that unsettled him.

He wasn’t used to things coming easily.

"Maybe I should be happy." He muttered. "But instead, I’m just...confused."

Alongside the confusion, something else was building in Cassius’s chest. Something far more intense.

He was hard again.

Completely, achingly, insatiably hard.

After thoroughly playing with Joy and Carmela—after sliding his cock between their pussies, feeling their wetness coat him, watching their faces contort with pleasure—his body demanded release.

He needed to bury himself somewhere. To vent this desperate, overwhelming need into someone willing to receive it.

He stared at the ceiling, wondering what to do.

Then he heard it.

Not footsteps.

Slithering.

The door creaked open, and Nala poked her head inside.

Her expression was tight with annoyance, her usual playful demeanor replaced by something sharper.

She had been fuming all night, unable to stop thinking about what had happened to Vivi.

Her best friend, her most regular customer on the "Nala Express"—the one who always came to her for comfort rides on her tail—had been turned into a literal kebab. Carried around on Cassius’s dick like a piece of meat.

And Vivi hadn’t even seemed to mind.

That was what made Nala angrier.

So she had decided to come here early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, to give Cassius a piece of her mind.

To scold him properly. To make him understand that he couldn’t just treat her best friend like a toy.

She opened her mouth to begin her tirade.

But then she saw him.

Completely naked. The room reeking of sex—sweat and fluids and something primal that made her nose wrinkle. And between his legs, standing tall and proud and absolutely terrifying...

His cock.

Massive. Throbbing. Veins pulsing along its length.

Nala’s face drained of color.

She knew that look. She had seen it before, many times, when Cassius was in that mood. The hungry gleam in his eyes, the predatory stillness of his body, the way his cock twitched as if sensing prey.

Normally, when he got like this, she wasn’t alone.

She could retreat, hide behind one of the other wives, let them handle the monster while she slithered away to safety.

But now?

She was alone.

Utterly, completely alone. And she knew she had to retreat immediately.

A forced smile stretched across her face.

"Oh! Oh, Cassius!" Her voice was too high, too bright. "Sorry! I must have entered the wrong room! My mistake! So sorry for intruding!"

She started backing away.

"You go ahead and do whatever you’re doing! Don’t mind me at all! I’ll just—I’ll just be going now—"

She turned.

She almost made it.

But something caught her tail.

Nala froze. Slowly, she looked back.

Cassius’s hand was wrapped around the tip of her snake tail, holding her in place with an easy grip that spoke of absolute confidence.

"C-Cassius—!" She started.

But he was already dragging her back.

"No, no, no!" Her claws scrabbled against the floor, leaving deep grooves in the wood. "Cassius, please! Let me go! I’m sorry for coming in unannounced! I won’t do it again! Please!"

"What are you talking about?" His voice was wounded, almost pitiful. "Isn’t it a wife’s duty to take care of her husband’s needs?"

He hauled her onto the bed, and she bounced once, her tail coiling instinctively beneath her.

"And you obviously saw how needy I am right now." He gestured at his erection. "How I want—how I need some attention. And here you are, running away from me?"

He placed a hand over his heart.

"How could you?"

"Screw you, Cassius! Screw you!"

Nala scrambled to escape, her body twisting, her tail thrashing.

"There’s no way I’m taking you on by myself! I don’t have a death wish!"

She pushed off the bed, propelling herself toward the door—

But he grabbed her tail again and she was hauled back, flipped over, pinned down.

Her snake half was trapped beneath him, her human torso pressed into the mattress, her tail—the vulnerable underside where her scales were thinnest—exposed.

"You’re not going anywhere." His voice was calm. Final.

Nala gulped in horror.

"And now that you’re here—" His hand moved down her tail, finding the slit "—it’s been a while since I checked if you have any eggs."

"NO!" She thrashed. "No eggs inside, Cassius! Definitely no eggs! I would know if there were eggs!"

But he didn’t listen as his finger pushed inside.

Nala whimpered.

"Let me just check." He said soothingly. "Make sure everything’s fine. Make sure there aren’t any little ones growing that need to be...examined."

His finger slid deeper.

Then another.

Then his whole hand.

Nala’s protests died in her throat as she felt him push inside her tail, past the narrow opening, into the space where her eggs would form.

His hand was so big, so impossibly big, stretching her, filling her, searching—

"There’s nothing in here!" She gasped, tears forming in her eyes. "I told you there’s nothing! Please, Cassius, please—"

His arm pushed further.

Her back arched. Her claws tore at the sheets. Her tail thrashed uselessly beneath him.

"I don’t think I believe you." He murmured. "I think I need to check deeper. Make sure you’re not hiding anything from me."

His hand curled inside her, and Nala let out a sound that was half scream, half sob.

He was going to break her. She knew it.

He was going to push and push and push until she was nothing but a shaking, crying mess, and there was no one here to save her, no one to share the burden, no one to—

The door opened.

"Nala? Are you in here? Let’s go already! I can’t wait to eat all those fishies—"

Skadi, who was supposed to go on a fishing date with Nala—voice cut off.

She stood in the doorway, her wolf ears perked forward, her silver eyes fixed on the scene before her: Nala pinned to the bed, Cassius’s arm buried in her tail, both of them frozen in the act.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then Nala’s voice came out, cracked and desperate.

"Skadi! Help me! Help this poor snake out!"

Cassius also looked up and his eyes met Skadi’s.

But the moment he did—wolf’s ears flattened. Her tail tucked between her legs. She knew that look. She knew that look very, very well.

"M-Master, I was just leaving!" She said quickly, already backing away. "I didn’t see anything! I wasn’t here! You never saw me!"

She turned to run—

But unfortunately, Cassius was faster as he caught onto her tail.

"Nooo, Master! I came to eat some fresh skewered fish by the lake! Not get skewered myself!"

The wolf yelped as she was yanked into the room.

The door slammed shut behind her and sounds of a wolf howling and a snake hissing spread through the entire mansion.

"Hooow!♡~ Hoooow!♡~"

"Hisss!♡~ Hissss!♡~"

Joy and Carmela who were catching their breath in a room they had hidden in also heard the moans and whimpers—and they knew Cassius got a hold of his next victims.

But they didn’t do anything about it as it was a dog eat dog world and there was no chance in hell they were going back to save them.

Instead Joy prayed for their survival.

Especially Skadi’s as she couldn’t bear to think of what Cassius was doing to her puppy right now.

But she didn’t dare to check—so she hoped a prayer would suffice and decided to make it up to her later.