Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 688: Sucking Him Dry

"Mmmmm—!"

Cassius let out a loud groan through his gag, his entire body tensing as Carla’s mouth descended on him.

The mont her lips wrapped around his cock, that familiar, devastating sensation returned—the sa overwhelming ecstasy Joy had unleashed on him monts ago.

But it was different. Lighter. Milder. Like the difference between being struck by lightning and standing too close when it hit.

Still, it was enough.

His body, already pushed past its limits, had no resistance left. The pressure built and burst before he could even think about holding back.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~

Carla’s eyes shook in shock.

She had expected sothing, but not this—not the sudden flood of hot, thick sen filling her mouth, forcing its way down her throat before she could react.

She choked, pulling back with a gasp, coughing against her hand as tears stread down her cheeks from the unexpected assault.

"That’s—" She wheezed, trying to catch her breath. "That’s a lot more than I—"

She paused.

Her tongue darted out, tasting the remnants on her lips.

Sweet. Salty. Sothing else entirely—a flavor she had never experienced before, yet sohow familiar.

Like honey mixed with sea salt, like the first taste of sothing forbidden and addictive.

She found herself wanting more.

anwhile, Cassius continued to co, spurts of sen shooting onto the bed in thick, pulsing waves, soaking into the sheets beneath him.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

His body was shaking, every muscle taut, his breath coming in ragged gasps against the gag.

Seeing him like this, Carla stared at her hands, where the pink glow still pulsed gently.

"Is it really that powerful?" She looked at Joy, genuinely surprised. "Did I actually do that?"

Joy smiled coldly, watching Cassius tremble with undisguised satisfaction.

"Don’t be too surprised, Carla. This is simply one of the goddess’s blessings. With her power on our side, nothing can stop us from making a ss of Cassius."

She then bent down before Carla could respond, taking Cassius’s cock back into her mouth.

"Mm—! Mmmm—!"

Cassius’s muffled moan was almost pathetic.

He tried to say sothing, to beg for a mont’s respite, but the gag reduced his words to incoherent sounds.

His hands that were also bound twitched at his sides, as if he wanted to push her away but couldn’t quite make himself do it.

But Joy didn’t slow.

She worked him with the sa relentless intensity, her tongue swirling, her throat opening, the pink glow of her power intensifying with every stroke.

And within seconds, Cassius was coming again, another load shooting into her mouth.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

But this ti, Joy was ready.

She pulled back slightly, letting the sen flow over her tongue, letting it pool in her cheeks before swallowing.

So escaped—there was too much, always too much—dribbling down her chin, but she caught what she could, drinking it down like a woman starved.

’A succubus needs energy.’ She told herself. ’That’s why I’m doing this. Not because I want to drink his seed myself.’

Carla watched all of this with a wry smile tugging at her lips.

"I never really believed in religion." She said slowly. "I never felt connected to any god, never saw the point of prayer or faith."

She watched Joy swallow another mouthful of Cassius’s seed.

"But right now? I don’t mind joining a religion. If I get abilities like this..." She gestured at Cassius’s trembling, sweat-soaked form "...that can make even the strongest man in the world look so pathetic? I might beco a believer."

She then leaned down and began sucking on the shaft while Joy worked the tip.

And imdiately—Cassius’s world narrowed to sensation.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~

Joy’s mouth on his tip, her tongue flicking against that sensitive spot beneath the glans.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Carla’s lips on his shaft, her throat taking him deep, her nose pressed against his pelvis.

Their hands on his thighs, his hips, his balls—touching, squeezing, exploring.

He ca again.

Joy pulled back just in ti.

"Your turn." She said, her voice calm, almost clinical.

Carla didn’t hesitate.

She opened her mouth wide, and the next wave of sen shot directly onto her tongue.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

She closed her lips, swallowed, opened again. More ca, and she drank it down, her throat working, her eyes fixed on Cassius’s face.

She didn’t want to waste a single drop.

Not just because it tasted good—though it did, better than anything she had ever eaten, a flavor that made her mouth water even as she swallowed—but because she had heard, sowhere, that n liked this.

That seeing a woman drink their seed, swallow it all without flinching, was a kind of power.

So, she stared at him as she drank, her gaze steady, her lips wrapped around his cock as the last pulses of his release filled her mouth.

anwhile, Cassius’s mind was fracturing.

The pleasure was unlike anything he had ever experienced—a current of pure ecstasy running through his veins, building and building until it exploded out of him in waves that left him gasping.

But there was no pause, no respite, no mont to catch his breath.

They were relentless.

Joy would take his cock deep, her throat constricting around him, and he would co.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Then Carla would latch onto his shaft, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, and he would co again.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

Joy’s mouth found his balls, sucking gently, and his hips bucked uncontrollably.

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Carla’s tongue swirled around his tip, and another orgasm tore through him before the last one had fully subsided.

They had developed a rhythm without speaking, a coordinated assault that gave him no room to recover.

One sucked. One licked. One swallowed. One teased.

And when Cassius’s body finally went slack, when his eyes rolled back and his mind went blank, they simply switched positions and started again.

And just as Cassius thought that it couldn’t gt any worse—he beca dimly aware of Carla’s face appearing above him.

"What is it, Cassius?" She purred, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "Do you want us to stop? Do you want us to stop sucking your cock?"

He nodded frantically, his eyes pleading.

But Carla just reached down and twisted one of his nipples.

The sensation—enhanced by her succubus-given power sent a jolt through him that almost made him co again, even with nothing left to give.

"No, no." She said, her voice mockingly sweet. "I don’t think you do, Cassius."

"I an, don’t you love it when won want you? When they crawl beneath you and beg for your touch?"

"Isn’t this exactly what you’ve always wanted?"

She glanced at Joy, who had just made him co again and was calmly swallowing every drop before looking at him and tauntingly saying,

"Look at this, Cassius. Two of the most famous won on the continent, fighting over who gets to suck your cock. You should be happy. You should be enjoying yourself."

"So..." She frowned down at him, her fingers still playing with his nipple. "...why do you look like the rain is coming?"

"Why do you have that panicked look on your face? Enjoy this, Cassius. This is the experience no other man will ever have."

"You two are demons." He tried to say. "You two are absolute demons."

But it ca out as an incomprehensible mumble.

"Mmm—! Hmmmm—! Mmmmm—!"

Carla laughed at his attempt.

He looked so adorable like this. The great Cassius—untouchable, invincible, the man who had won falling at his feet—reduced to a trembling, pleading ss beneath her.

She wanted to eat him alive, so she reached down and pulled the gag from his mouth.

Cassius’s lips parted, desperate to speak—

But before he could—Carla kissed him.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Her tongue pushed into his mouth, and the pink glow of the succubus blessing surged between them.

He tasted Joy’s lingering sweetness, tasted the raw, intoxicating power of whatever spell had been cast over him.

And his body convulsed.

Another wave of sen shot from his cock, and Joy was there to catch it, her mouth open, her throat working, her eyes closed in concentration as she learned to drink him dry without spilling a drop.

Carla then pulled back from the kiss, breathless.

She looked down at Cassius—at his glassy eyes, his heaving chest, his trembling limbs—and felt a surge of sothing hot and possessive curl in her belly.

He was so beautiful like this.

So vulnerable.

So hers—and she wanted to make sure he knew that.

To do so, she swung her leg over his head, straddling his face before he could protest.

Her pussy was wet, dripping, the scent of her arousal filling the air as she lowered herself onto his mouth.

"Lick it!" She commanded, her voice thick. "Lick , Cassius. Lick my pussy "

She ground down against his face, her hips rolling, her wetness saring across his lips and chin.

His tongue—hesitant at first, then more confident—found her clit, and she moaned, her body shuddering.

"Yes—like that!♡~ Just like that!♡~ Soo good!♡~"

She bent forward, her body folding until her face was level with his cock again.

Joy was still there, still working him, her mouth a constant, rciless pressure that kept him teetering on the edge of another release.

And Carla joined her.

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Their mouths t on his shaft, their tongues tangling around him, their lips sliding against each other as they shared him between them.

It was too much.

He was being attacked from all sides—Joy’s mouth on his cock, Carla’s tongue on his shaft, Carla’s pussy grinding against his face, the taste of her flooding his senses.

Every nerve in his body was screaming, every muscle was taut, every breath was a struggle.

He ca again.

And again.

And again.

His world dissolved into pleasure and pain, into heat and wetness and the endless, rciless devotion of two won who had decided to break him.