Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 514: Squeeky Clean Just For You

The second the words left Cassius’s mouth, the four won who had been watching in stunned, open-mouthed silence finally snapped out of their trance.

Nala was the first to squeak, both hands flying up like she could physically stop what was coming.

"W-Wait, hold on! Sothing bigger?! Cassius, those crystals were already huge! Give them a break! They’ve had rocks jamd up their butts for over a week!"

"Y-Yeah! Let their poor little buttholes breathe, Master!" Skadi added. "Fresh air! rcy! Anything to free their poor bums!"

Julie gulped before shyly saying, "Constant plugging for that long...their poor rings must be exhausted. You can’t just—"

Aisha finished the thought, horrified. "—swap a crystal for sothing even larger without a cooldown period! That’s not how anatomy works!"

Cassius only laughed: low, filthy, and utterly unrepentant.

"Exhausted?"

He slid two thick fingers straight into Isabelle’s still-gaping, glistening hole without warning. She jolted forward with a broken moan.

"Tell them, Isabelle. Tell your worried little audience how ’exhausted’ this greedy maid ass really is."

Isabelle’s voice ca out in a trembling, devotional chant, hips already pushing back against his hand.

"Yes, Young Master...anything for you. This crystal lived in my butthole every single day just so I could feel you even when you were gone. And if Young Master wants to keep sothing inside for the rest of my life, this maid will clench and take it happily."

"My asshole exists only for Master’s gifts...and Master’s cock..."

"Good girl." Cassius gave her rim a slow, possessive twist that made her knees buckle.

He moved to Vivi next, spreading her tiny cheeks wide with both thumbs.

"And you, my sweet little Vivi?" He purred, voice dripping honeyed filth. "Think this adorable petite-sized butthole can handle sothing thicker than jewelry?"

Vivi looked back over her shoulder, big innocent eyes glazed with pure lust.

"At first I was scared it would tear." She whispered breathlessly. "But after all the training sessions Young Master gave ...I’m not scared anymore. I want it."

"I want Master’s big, fat cock in my tiny asshole right now. Please."

"Excuse ?!" Aisha actually choked on air. "The gentle over their just begged for anal destruction in the sweetest voice I’ve ever heard. I need a minute."

Cassius didn’t give anyone a minute.

He looked at Portia and Diana next.

"Portia, my perfect head maid...tell them how ready you are."

The usually impeccable head maid’s voice cracked with raw need.

"I-I’ve been cleaning my asshole every single day, Young Master—three soaps, two rinses—until it sparkles. I wanted it perfect for the mont you ca ho."

"So, please ruin it. Please make it rember who owns it."

Diana was already pushing her hips back before he even touched her.

"I-Iwas so excited when I heard you were returning, Cassius." She confessed breathlessly. "I spent half my appointnts clenching and unclenching around the plug, imagining it was your cock slamming into while I smiled at patients."

"If you want to fuck my ass right now, Cassius, I’m ready—I’ve been ready for weeks."

Cassius threw his head back and laughed. He then turned to the four stunned spectators, who were now sweating bullets.

"See?" He said, spreading his arms like a showman. "They’re begging for it. Every single one of them. What was that about rcy again?"

Before anyone could muster a reply, Cassius hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his trousers down.

Imdiately, his cock sprang free—heavy, veined, monstrously thick, already glistening at the tip and looking positively eager to annihilate four very well-prepped, very desperate asses.

He then stepped forward, cock jutting like a battering ram, and seized Isabelle by the hips first.

"Starting with my little cook, Isabelle." He growled, voice thick with hunger. "You kept dinner warm for every nigh and now..."

"...now I’m keeping this greedy maid ass warm."

He lined up and slamd in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"Young Master!♡~" Isabelle scread, back arching like a bowstring. "It’s so much bigger!♡~ M-My poor hole!♡~"

"Poor hole?" He pulled back and drove in again, hips slapping against her firm cheeks. "This hole was made for , Isabelle. Feel how it swallows every inch like it’s starving. You’ve been clenching around that crystal for over a week—now clench around your master’s cock."

"Yes—yes—fuck your maid’s ass, Young Master!♡~" She sobbed, pushing back desperately. "Use it—ruin it—make it rember who feeds it every night!♡~"

He gave her ten punishing strokes, each one shaking the bed, then pulled out with a wet pop and spun to Vivi.

The tiny therapist squeaked as he lifted her bodily by the hips, impaling her on his slick length in one smooth drop. Her cherry-sized hole swallowed him impossibly deep.

"V-Vivi’s tiny ass wasn’t made for this." He crooned, voice suddenly soft and loving, cradling her like sothing precious even as he began a slow, grinding roll of his hips. "But look at you taking it anyway, my brave little girl. So small, so tight, so fucking perfect."

Vivi sobbed with pleasure, legs kicking helplessly in the air.

"It’s too big—ahh!—but I love it!♡~ I love being stretched by you, Master!♡~ My tiny asshole belongs to your huge cock—use it, please, never stop!♡~"

He kissed the back of her neck, fucked her slow and deep for a dozen heart-lting thrusts, then set her trembling down and spun to Portia.

"Ahhhh!♡~ Young Master!♡~ Huaghhh!♡~"

The head maid barely had ti to brace before he slamd into her plush rear with aggressive, punishing force, one hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back.

"Strict little Portia..." He snarled, voice dark and feral. "Always giving orders, always in control—except right now. But right now you’re just a desperate anal slut begging for her master’s cock in the one hole she can’t command. Say it."

Portia’s composure shattered, voice cracking into a needy wail.

"I’m your desperate anal slut, Young Master!♡~ My sparkling clean asshole is only for you—fuck raw, discipline , make scream!♡~"

He pounded her rcilessly, the bedfra creaking, until her knees buckled, then pulled out and turned to Diana.

With the saintly doctor he was suddenly gentle again, almost worshipful, sliding into her soft warmth inch by inch, hands stroking her back like she was made of glass.

"My beautiful healer...." He whispered, voice thick with adoration. "...you’ve taken care of everyone else for so long. Let take care of you now. Let fill the holiest hole in the kingdom with every inch of cock I have."

Diana lted, tears spilling as she pushed back against him.

"Yes, Cassius!♡~ Fill , love , claim !♡~ My rear has been praying for this cock every single day!♡~"

He made slow, tender love to her rear, rolling his hips in deep, languid waves, until her breath hitched on a sob of bliss.

And then he switched again.

Back to Isabelle, rough and possessive.

"Cook harder, Isabelle—milk my cock the way you knead dough!"

Back to Vivi, sweet and adoring.

"That’s my good little girl, swallowing whole—look at you, so brave..."

Back to Portia, brutal and commanding.

"Take your punishnt, Portia—count the strokes out loud!"

Back to Diana, reverent and intimate.

"My doctor, my goddess—your ass is heaven itself..."

Round and round he went, never spending more than a dozen strokes in any one ass before moving to the next, keeping all four on the edge, never letting them tip over, their moans blending into one endless, desperate chorus.

Isabelle: "Harder, Master—break your maid!"

Vivi: "I’m your little doll—use my tiny hole!"

Portia: "Punish —I’ve been bad!"

Diana: "Love —love until I can’t walk!♡~"

anwhile, the four spectators stood frozen, mouths open, faces burning, thighs pressed tightly together as the room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of four very different asses being thoroughly, lovingly, and ruthlessly claid in rapid succession.

Cassius never slowed, never softened, sweat glistening on his back as he rotated between them like a man possessed.

And every ti he changed won, he changed tone, mood, tempo—worshipping one mont, dominating the next, cherishing, ravaging, cherishing again, until the entire bedroom echoed with four overlapping pleas:

"Please don’t stop—"

"More—"

"Young Master—"

"Cassius—!"

And still he kept going, sharing himself perfectly, among the four won who had been waiting for so long for exactly this.