Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Cassius's gaze lingered on Avery, his crimson eyes tracing her blood-streaked face with a reverence that deepened as he spoke.

"It's not just your face, though." He said, leaning closer, his tone rich with appreciation. "The rest of your body—it's a treasure too. In this day and age, where every woman's chasing that petite, nimble look, all dainty and fragile like the nobles want?...Your body's a damn revelation."

"...Look at it—curves that hit just right, muscles honed and strong, sitting perfect in all the places that matter. It's damn exciting, Avery, seeing a frame like yours—fit, powerful, a warrior's build that's rare as hell."

He then scowled suddenly, a flicker of frustration crossing his face as he gestured at her still-clothed form.

"And a body like that shouldn't be hidden—buried under all this armor and leather like some shameful secret. I wanna see it, every inch, nothing covering it up."

His gaze flicked up, landing on Emma, who stood nearby, her face still flushed from the heated scene she'd witnessed.

"Emma..." He called, his voice firm but edged with a grin. "Take her top off—everything. Let me see the treasure in full."

Emma froze, her hands hovering uncertainly as her wide eyes darted to Avery. "I-I can't do that to the Commander." She stammered, her blush deepening. "It's not—"

"She lost the bet." Cassius cut in, his tone casual but unyielding. "She agreed to it—right, Avery? It's fine, right?"

Avery met Emma's gaze, her own face warming with a blush that wasn't just from embarrassment anymore.

After everything he'd said—every word that had stripped away her hesitance, her shame, she felt different. She felt closer to him, like a wall had crumbled between them.

The idea of him seeing her, all of her, didn't spark the dread it once had; it felt...Intimate, almost welcome, so she nodded slowly, her voice soft but steady.

"Go ahead, Emma...I-It's alright."

Emma's bit her lips, her own flush mirroring Avery's as she steeled herself. She then stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly as she knelt beside Avery, who still held her arms high.

The crowd watched, their murmurs a low buzz of anticipation as Emma's fingers worked at the heavy armor. She unfastened the clasps with care, peeling the metal away to reveal the leather beneath, taut against Avery's skin.

Then, with a slow motion, she tugged at the leather, sliding it off to expose the sweat-slicked expanse of Avery's naked body, leaving only the bandages wrapped tight around her chest, binding her breasts in place.

Cassius's eyes gleamed, his grin widening as he took her in. "Goddamn." He breathed, his voice a mix of awe and heat. "Look at you—beautiful and strong as hell. That body's a masterpiece, Avery—muscles carved like a sculptor's dream, curves that could start wars."

"...It's poetry and fire all at once, and I'm just dying to see more."

Avery's chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling beneath the bandages with each heavy breath, her skin prickling under his praise.

The words—beatiful, erotic, dripping with admiration, sent a thrill through her she hadn't expected, her body warming as she knelt there, exposed and vulnerable yet strangely empowered.

Emma the hesitated, her hands hovering over the bandages, ready to finish the task, but Cassius raised a hand, stopping her mid-motion.

"Wait." He said, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "That part's mine...Like unwrapping a present, I wanna do it."

He then leaned in, his fingers deft and careful as they found the edge of the bandages, unraveling them with a slow, teasing pull.

The fabric loosened, then fell away, and her breasts spilled free—plump, upright, glistening with sweat that had pooled beneath the tight wrap.

The sight was raw, erotic, her skin flushed and slick, droplets of perspiration tracing paths down her curves.

Ans seeing this, Cassius's grin turned hungry, his hands moving instinctively to cup them, his fingers sinking into the soft, firm flesh as he stretched and kneaded them gently.

"Hmmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Avery moaned, a soft, involuntary sound slipping past her lips as he tugged lightly at one breast, then the other, his touch igniting sparks across her skin.

The crowd's murmurs swelled "Holy hell, look at that!" "She's...moaning?!"—their eyes wide with a mix of shock and fascination.

Cassius's voice also rumbled low, thick with desire.

"So damn erotic—these are perfect, Avery. Hiding treasures like this under all that armor?...Shameful."

"...You oughta wear something that shows them off—let these beauties breathe, give the world a glimpse of what I'm seeing right now."

Her mind spun, the idea planting itself as she blushed harder, her breath ragged.

'Something revealing...next time I see him? Maybe something low cut like he likes.' She thought, dazed but intrigued.

His hands, his words—they were rewriting her, stripping away years of doubt.

She also knew now, deep down, that this man—this strange, bold noble would love her body no matter its state, sweat or blood or scars. He was different, a breed apart from the men who'd recoiled from her, and that certainty burned bright.

But she craved more—more of his praise, more proof of his desire. So she pushed back, her voice shaky but defiant as she glanced down at herself.

"You...You might like my body normally Young Master." She said, her tone testing him. "S-Since for some reason you're not like the rest who drool over tiny waists and frail arms."

"...But right now? It's sweaty—look at it, glistening all over."

She nodded at her chest, her breasts slick and heaving.

"Especially these, underneath my breasts, they've been wrapped up all day, practically drowning in sweat. There's no way you'd like them like this, all messy and wet."

Hearing this, Cassius's grin widened, his eyes flashing with a heat that made her pulse race.

"What are you talking about?" He said, his voice a low growl of delight. "The sweat doesn't ruin a damn thing it makes you more."

"You look like you just stepped out of an oil bath, all sleek and sexy, glistening like some goddess fresh from a fight and I'll just tell that I'm turned on as hell right now, Avery—your body's driving me wild."

"...I wanna ravish you, every sweaty inch, and I'd do it right here if I could."

Her blush exploded, a furnace of heat flooding her face as his words sank in—not disgust, not mockery, but raw, unabashed want. And instead of recoiling, she felt a thrill, a shiver of excitement that matched the crowd's rising buzz.

"He's serious!" One knight whispered, her voice thick with awe.

"Sweaty and bloody and he's still into it!" Another fanned herself, muttering, "Gods, I'm getting warm just watching this..."

Their excitement fed off his, the air crackling as they stared, caught up in the brazen, electric display unfolding before them.

Cassius's hands then slid lower, his fingers tracing the hard, chiseled lines of Avery's abs, the sweat clinging to her skin glistening under his touch. He dragged his fingertips through it, lifting them to his lips as he licked the salty sheen off with a slow flick of his tongue.

"And this sweat..." He murmured, his voice a husky growl. "It's not what you think—not some flaw, not dirt. It's pure essence, Avery—your essence and I want to lick it off so bad it's driving me crazy."

His eyes glinted with a raw, primal hunger as he met her gaze, his words hanging heavy in the air.

Avery's breath caught, her eyes widening in shock as his declaration sank in, a flush creeping up her neck.

Beside her, Emma's face burned an even deeper red, her hands fidgeting as she stammered.

"L-Lick her? You really....Want to lick her?" Her voice trembled with embarrassment, echoing Avery's own disbelief. "There's no way that's possible—no way you'd..."

"Of course I do." Cassius cut in, his smirk widening as he leaned closer, his tone dripping with desire. "I wanna taste that salty body of hers so bad—I've already pictured it, dragging my tongue over every inch, not leaving a single drop of sweat behind...I'd savor it, every bit of her."

His words were a vivid, heated promise, and they hit Avery like a bolt, igniting a fire deep within her.

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up—her pussy growing wet, her nipples hardening beneath his gaze, a tingling rush of arousal she couldn't suppress.

Noticing this subtle change, he smirked wider, reading her like an open book, and cradled her face in his hands, pulling her closer with a tender, loving grip.

Their faces hovered inches apart, his breath warm against her lips as he murmured,

"And if you want me to prove it—prove I'd lick every bit of that sweat.off you without a care—just say it."

He tugged her nearer still, their lips brushing, barely touching, a tantalizing tease as he whispered.

"Ask me, Avery...Tell your Young Master to lick your body all over—tell me what you want, and I'll do it, just like you say."

Emma's jaw dropped, her blush flaring as she glanced at the crowd, who mirrored her shock—"He's not serious!" "She'd never!"—their murmurs buzzing with disbelief.

They were certain Avery would recoil, refuse such a taboo, humiliating act in front of them all.

Even Aisha tensed, her tail flicking as she muttered. "No way she'd go for that too far."

Julie's brow furrowed, her own doubts swirling, both expecting Avery's pride to hold firm.

But Avery's mind spun a different tale.

The thought of him—her Young Master dragging his lips across her skin, tasting the sweat she'd always loathed, the body her ex-husband had shoved away with disgust—it set her alight.

She craved it, that validation, that worship, and the heat pooling between her thighs only grew as she imagined it. Her hesitation melted, replaced by a bold, reckless want.

She met his gaze, her eyes coy and hesitant but burning with need, and whispered,

"I...I want you to do it."

"What?!"

"She said yes?!"

The crowd gasped, a collective jolt of shock rippling through them as Emma's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide.

Cassius tilted his head, his smirk turning playful as he feigned confusion. "Hm? Don't think I caught that." He teased, his voice low and coaxing. "Make it clear, Avery—what do you want me to do?"

Her face flamed, embarrassment warring with her resolve, but she steeled herself, pushing her body forward until her bare chest nearly pressed against him. Her voice trembled but grew firm with a desperate edge.

"I-I want you, Young Master..." She said, her words spilling out. "..I want tto treat my body like the treasure you say it is."

"...Lick it all over—every sweaty inch and show me you mean it, t-that you're not just joking. Prove it to me."

Cassius chuckled, a rich, delighted sound as he leaned back. "Of course." He said, his tone warm and eager. "Where do you want me to start? Where are you the sweatiest...Tell me."

She paused, her breath hastening as she glanced down at herself, her mind racing. Then her gaze settled on her breasts, still glistening from the bandages release.

"Underneath...here." She said, her voice soft but sure, nodding at them. "They're the sweatiest—always covered, heavy, humid under all that weight. Lick me there...please."

He grinned, a knight's honor sparking in his eyes.

"Your word's my command." He said, and to everyone's disbelief, he moved.

His hands slid to her chest, gently lifting one plump breast, revealing the damp, tender skin beneath—slick with sweat, flushed and warm from hours of confinement.

The sight was raw, intimate, and he didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap at the salty sheen, slow and tender at first, tracing the curve with a reverent touch.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Then he pressed deeper, sucking lightly, his lips gliding over the moist flesh as he licked away every drop, savoring it like it was the sweetest nectar.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnnn!♡~"

Avery moaned, a sharp, joyous sound bursting from her as pleasure rippled through her, her body trembling under his mouth. His tongue swirled, teasing the sensitive skin, dragging along the crease where her breast met her chest, leaving a wet, glistening trail.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

He then pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes blazing with adoration and raw hunger, his breath hot against her skin.

"Gods, your breasts are delicious, Avery."

He said as he dove back in, his mouth latching onto one hardened nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, teasing it with slow flicks before pulling it between his lips with a wet, smacking sound.

"Mmm, they're like a feast." He murmured against her flesh, his words muffled but fervent. "This little bud here? Salty, sweet, a sharp tang that hits my tongue just right—like a burst of you, all raw and real."

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Avery moaned, her head tipping back as the sensation jolted through her, her nipple throbbing under his relentless attention. He grazed it with his teeth, a gentle bite that turned sharp and playful, chewing lightly as he groaned.

"These nipples—least taste of all, but so damn chewy, so fun to play with. I could nibble on 'em all day, feel them harden up under my tongue."

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Her moan deepened, a ragged cry spilling from her lips as her body arched into him, her pussy pulsing with a wet, desperate need she couldn't stifle.

He then released her nipple with a soft pop, his lips glistening with spit and sweat as he slid his mouth to the outer curve of her breast, the plush, curvaceous flesh yielding under his touch.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

He kissed it tenderly at first, then sank his teeth in with a hungry edge, sucking the soft skin into his mouth as he groaned low in his throat.

"This part..." He said, his voice a filthy purr. "...so fucking soft, so pleasant—melts in my mouth like warm honey, all smooth and tender. I could bite these curves, play with 'em all night—suck and tease till you're begging me to stop."

His tongue dragged along the swell, lapping at the faint sheen of sweat, his hands kneading her as he devoured her, leaving faint red marks where his teeth grazed.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Avery's breath hitched, her chest heaving as pleasure coiled tighter, her nipples stiff and aching, her pussy soaking through her trousers with every dirty word, every possessive touch.

"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"

Then he moved lower, his hands lifting her breast again to expose that damp, hidden crease underneath—the sweatiest, saltiest spot of all.

He grinned, evil and unrestrained, and dove in like a starved dog, his tongue flattening against her skin as he licked with wild, passionate abandon.

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

He slurped at the sweat, sucking it off her in long, greedy strokes, his lips smacking wetly as he pressed his face deeper, nuzzling into the humid warmth.

"Here..." He rasped, his voice thick with lust. "This is it—this is where you're sweatiest, saltiest, the best damn taste of you, Avery."

"...So rich, so raw—I could live right here, Avery, buried under your tits, licking you clean until I drown in it."

Avery's moan turned into a keening cry, her body shuddering as his tongue worked her over, the heat of his mouth igniting a pleasure she'd never dreamed of.

Her pussy throbbed harder, a slick, pulsing ache that soaked her thighs, her mind reeling, 'This can't be real, this can't feel this good' as she melted under his worship.

The crowd erupted, their disbelief crashing into a wave of flustered arousal.

"He's—what?!" One knight choked, her voice trembling as she clutched her chest.

"Living under her boobs?! That's so—so perverted!" Another fanned herself, her face flushed as she muttered.

"Gods, I'm sweating just watching—he's utterly filthy, and I just can't look away!"

Emma's hands twisted in her skirt, her own breath uneven as she stared, caught between shock and a strange, burning envy.

Aisha's tail lashed as well, her voice a strangled hiss. "He's a damn animal—licking her like that, talking like that?!"

But her eyes betrayed her, wide and gleaming with a heat she couldn't hide.

Julie stood rigid, her jaw tight, her own pulse hammering as the scene seared into her—Cassius's tongue dragging over Avery's sweat, his dirty praise ringing out, Avery's moans echoing like a siren's call.

"He's too much...I didn't think he was this much of a deviant."

She muttered, her voice low, but her body betrayed her too, a flush creeping up her neck as she fought the pull of his raw, unfiltered desire.