Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 146: Warrior Princess

Cassius's mouth lingered beneath Avery's breast, his tongue dragging slow, wet trails across her skin as he savored the last of her sweat there, his hands still kneading her flesh with a possessive hunger.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

But he wasn't done—his lips slid lower, tracing the taut lines of her abs, licking the faint sheen that clung to her chiseled frame. He moved with purpose, a hungry edge to his movements, until he reached her navel—a shallow dip where sweat had gathered, glistening like a secret prize.

He grinned against her skin, his tongue darting out to dip inside, swirling around the tiny hollow as he lapped at the salty droplets stored there.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Avery gasped, her body jolting with excitement as the sensation sparked through her, her voice trembling with shock and pleasure.

"Oh, gods, Young Master!♡~" She cried, her hands twitching above her head as she fought the urge to pull away. "That's—that's so embarrassing! It's dirty there, all sweaty a-and gross!"

He pulled back just enough to look up at her, his lips wet and gleaming, his crimson eyes glinting with a delight.

"Dirty?" He echoed, his voice a low, filthy growl. "Not at all this is a treat, Avery. A little stash of your sweat, dripping all the way down here, waiting for me like a reward."

"...Tastes sharp and sweet, like you've been saving it just for me."

He dipped back in, sucking lightly at her navel, his tongue probing deeper as he groaned.

"Damn, I'd pour wine in here every night—red, rich, warm and slurp it right out of you, licking it clean untilyou're shaking...Be my little chalice, wouldn't you?"

She bit her lips, a flush exploding across her face as his words painted a vivid, erotic picture that sent her reeling. Her pussy throbbed harder, wet and aching, her excitement mounting as she imagined it—his lips on her navel, wine spilling over her skin, his tongue chasing every drop.

"Young Master..." She whimpered, her voice a shaky blend of embarrassment and need, her body trembling under his relentless worship.

He chuckled and moved lower still, his hands sliding down her sides as his mouth trailed a hot, wet path over her lower abdomen.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

His tongue flicked out, tasting the faint salt that lingered there, but then he paused, his brows furrowing as he hit the barrier of her pants. The fabric clung tight, blocking his descent, and he scowled, a flicker of impatience crossing his face.

He then glanced up, his gaze landing on Emma, who stood frozen beside them, her face a furnace of red as she watched the scene unfold so close she could feel the heat radiating off them.

"Emma..." He called, his voice sharp but edged with a grin. "Help her up—get those pants off. I need to see all of her."

Emma gulped, her hands trembling as she stepped forward, her wide eyes darting between Cassius and Avery.

"I-I...Yes, Young Master." She stammered, her voice barely audible as she moved to Avery's side. She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the waistband, then steeled herself with a shaky breath.

"Commander...uh...here."

She mumbled, gently grasping Avery's arms to help her stand. Avery rose unsteadily, her legs wobbling from the onslaught of sensation, her bare breasts swaying as she straightened, still glistening with sweat and the faint marks of Cassius's mouth.

"He's stripping her now?!"

"Gods, her ass, look at it!"

The crowd murmured, their tension spiking as Emma's hands slid to Avery's pants, tugging them down with a slow, careful pull.

The fabric peeled away, revealing the plump, tanned curve of her ass, barely contained by the thin underwear beneath and Avery's breath stopped, a flush creeping up her neck as she felt every eye on her—her juniors, her seniors, all watching as she stood there, exposed and vulnerable.

Shame should've drowned her; she knew it, knew how mortifying it was to bare herself like this in front of them all.

But with Cassius right there, his gaze locked on her, his presence steady and unyielding, that shame didn't take root. Instead, a strange bravery surged within her, a wild, reckless thrill at sharing this moment with him.

'He's my support.' She thought, her heart pounding. 'My Young Master...he's here and he wants me.'

The excitement outweighed the embarrassment, her body tingling with anticipation as she stood before him.

Her breasts hung above him, full and heavy, as he sat on the stump, his face level with her hips, his eyes fixed on her underwear with an intensity that made her pulse race.

She braced herself, expecting him to tug them down, to strip her bare right then and there—his stare promised it, his hunger palpable.

But then he caught her off guard, and the crowd with her, as his hands shot out, grabbing the firm, round swell of her ass from behind.

And then, with a sudden, forceful pull, he yanked her forward, her hips crashing against his face until her pussy—still clad in the thin fabric of her underwear...smooshed against his mouth.

"Hyaa!♡~"

Avery yelped, a sharp, startled cry that melted into a moan as his lips pressed into her, his mouth digging into the crevices of her pussy through the cloth.

"Mmm!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Ahnnn!♡~"

His nose nudged her clit, rubbing against it with slow, steady movements that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her. He groaned into her, the sound muffled but primal, his tongue pressing against the fabric as he licked at the faint outline of her folds, his nose grinding her clit in a rhythmic, erotic dance.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Avery's body quaked as Cassius's mouth pressed against her through the thin, soaked fabric of her underwear, his tongue teasing her folds, his nose grinding her clit in a relentless dance that sent shockwaves through her.

"Young Master, what are you doing?! It it feels so weird!" Her voice trembled, a mix of shock and exhilaration, her thighs twitching as the strange, electric pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

Cassius chuckled, the sound vibrating against her pussy as he rubbed his face deeper into her, his cheeks brushing her inner thighs, his nose nuzzling her clit with a teasing, possessive edge.

"When I saw these panties..." He murmured, his voice muffled but dripping with mischief. "...all drenched and clinging to you, I figured it was sweat

like the rest of your body and I thought I'd get a deep sniff of that sweet essence down here."

He inhaled sharply, a long, steady breath that made her shiver, his eyes glinting as he looked up at her.

"Made me happy as hell, you know, smelling you like this, my little warrior?...It's a privilege."

Her face burned, a chaotic swirl of happiness and embarrassment flooding her as his words sank in.

'He's smelling me—my pussy—and he wants it?'

The Young Master, a noble, craving her scent—it was too much, too surreal, and it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs.

But then his gaze sharpened, his smirk turning sly as he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

"But here's the thing." He said, his tone teasing, almost taunting. "The fluid down here, it's not just wet—it's sticky too. Real sticky."

"...So, what's this, Avery? What's this mess soaking your underwear?"

Her flush exploded, her heart slamming against her ribs as mortification seized her, as she knew what it was her love juice, leaking from her pussy ever since he'd started his relentless assault on her body, her arousal spilling out beyond her control.

She stammered, her voice a flustered mess. "I-I—it's—uh—" But no words came, her shame choking her as she squirmed under his grip.

Cassius also didn't let up. His hands plunged deeper into her ass, fingers sinking into the plump flesh with a firm, commanding squeeze as he held her tight against his. face.

"I'm not letting you off until you tell me." He said, his eyes glinting with playful menace. "C'mon, Avery—what's this sticky stuff? Tell your Young Master, or..."

He tugged her underwear upward with a sudden jerk, the fabric wedging between her cheeks, baring the full, tanned swell of her ass to the crowd behind her.

The sight was raw, erotic—her cheeks jiggling slightly from his grip, the damp fabric cutting into her flesh, as they framed the taut line of her thong-like wedgie.

The knights gasped, their voices erupting in a flurry of shock and heat.

"Gods, look at her ass!" One cried, her tone a mix of awe and disbelief.

"He's playing with her like a toy—pulling her panties up like that, showing off those cheeks!" Another shook her head, her face flushed as she muttered.

"Never thought I'd see the day—our Commander, a demon when it comes to battle, turned into this? He's got her butt out for all of us!" A third knight bit her lip, her voice low and husky.

"And those curves—plump and firm, jiggling every time he squeezes...I didn't know she was hiding that under her armor."

Avery teetered on the edge of shame, her body trembling as she felt their eyes boring into her exposed ass, Cassius's hands kneading her flesh, tugging her underwear higher until the fabric strained against her skin.

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'They're all staring.'

She thought, her mind spinning, watching him play with me like this and she was about to crack, to spill the truth in a reluctant, mortified rush—anything to end the teasing display.

But then Cassius shifted, his tactics flipping in an instant. His hands softened, sliding over her ass in a smooth, caressing motion, his fingers tracing her curves with a tender reverence that caught her off guard.

He then looked up at her, his crimson eyes warm and sincere, a stark contrast to the wicked glint they'd held moments before.

"My little warrior princess..." He suddenly said, his voice a gentle rumble that wrapped around her like a caress. "You're not gonna tell me the truth? Not willing to give your Young Master something so simple?"

Her breath caught, her heart stuttering at the title.

"W-Warrior...princess?" She repeated, her voice a shaky whisper, disbelief threading through it. "Me? You just called me a princess?"

Cassius's smile widened, soft and earnest as he held her gaze.

"Of course I did...What's wrong with that?" He said, his tone rich with conviction. "I mean when people think of princesses, they think of beauty, right?...Gorgeous, delicate, all that."

"...And warriors? They're strength itself—unbreakable, fierce, cutting down anything in their way..."

"...And putting those together, it's basically you, Avery—you're both. Beautiful as hell and strong enough to crush armies..."

"...If that's not a warrior princess, then I don't know what is."

His hands slid up her hips, resting there as he stared into her eyes, his words sinking deep.

"You're the real deal—gorgeous and tough and a treasure I'd fight for...even though I'm sure you can fight your own battles and don't need a prince to save you."

Hearing his words that took her breath away, her heart thudded, her pussy clenching as his praise washed over her, a tidal wave of emotion and arousal that left her dizzy.

Princess...The word echoed in her mind a dream she'd never dared to dream, a title so far from the brute she'd always been. She'd swung swords, spilled blood, lived rough and raw, the opposite of dainty royalty.

But Cassius—Cassius, a noble who'd seen real princesses, real queens called her that, saw her as that, and it set her aflame.

Her body flourished, her underwear darkening further as a fresh squirt of love juice soaked through, her arousal spilling out in a rush she couldn't contain.

"Squirt!♡~ Squirt!♡~ Quelch!♡~"

Cassius noticed of course he did his eyes flicking to the damp, sticky patch with a knowing smirk. But she was too overwhelmed, too lost in the moment to care.

Her hands, still trembling from being raised so long, then dropped instinctively, threading through his hair as she looked down at him, her gaze soft and loving, her breath ragged with need.

"Young Master..." She whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she decided to reveal the truth he wanted to hear. "T-The fluid that had soaked my underwear...I-It—"

"...It's my love juice..."

Once it started, the confession tumbled out,

her shame burned away by the heat of his words, his touch.

"...I-I just couldn't hold it back—what you were doing to me, how you were treating my body—it's too much. A-And from the start my pussy's been leaking for you, drenching my underwear because I can't stop wanting you..."

"...I'm sorry—it's so wet, so sticky, all because of you. I'm sorry for acting like a girl in a brothel when I'm supposed to be a honourable knight."