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

Aisha's heart fluttered, the question slipping from her lips in a hushed, curious tone.

"Intimate? What's that supposed to mean? How's a proper hug supposed to be intimate?" She said softly, eyes wide with a gentle innocence, her tail swaying behind her as she leaned in just a little. "I don't even hug Captain or Skadi much, you know. They're always the ones hugging me, and I just...stand there, not really doing anything back. So I'm not good at it and don't know much."

Her voice trembled, a quiet vulnerability peeking through, her curiosity blooming beneath the surface and hearing this, Cassius lifted a hand to her head, his fingers gliding gently through her hair, brushing along the curve of her scalp.

The light contact sent a tingling shiver down her spine, her ears twitching instinctively.

"It's not hard, Aisha." He murmured, voice steady and low, his gaze meeting hers with unwavering warmth. "A real hug's about sharing warmth, like you're pouring your heat into the other person, letting your bodies melt together."

"...You gotta be close, feel each other, make it so there's no space left between you." His words wrapped around her like silk, his tone more guiding than teasing.

He then glanced downward for a moment, then gave her a mischievous smirk, a familiar gleam dancing in his eyes. "First off, you're sitting all wrong. Your thighs are on mine, sure, but that's not enough. I need you right here, Aisha, your cute little ass planted on my lap, like it's your seat. I gotta feel that softness, or it's not a real hug." He said boldly, the teasing in his tone unmistakable, though his gaze held something deeper, something earnest.

Aisha's face turned scarlet in a heartbeat, her voice cracking with disbelief.

"My...My ass?! Cassius, you can't just say that!"

She squeaked, hiding behind her hands as her tail bristled. Yet beneath the flustered panic was a rising, tingling thrill that she couldn't quite shove down.

Her pulse quickened, a blend of shock, intrigue, and anticipation bubbling up. She hesitated, then nodded slowly, voice small. "Fine...I'll do it. But only because I wanna know what a real hug's like, okay?"

With hesitant movements, she lifted herself, her body trembling as she edged forward. Her breath hitched as she settled onto his lap, her hips lowering until her weight rested against him, warmth meeting warmth. Her knees bent at either side of his waist, thighs brushing his as her body molded closer.

The shift caused the soft space between them to vanish, her lower body now aligned with his, snug through the layers of cloth that barely cushioned the contact and the moment she did, she gasped quietly, a flicker of heat rushing through her as the closeness bloomed into something electric.

"This...this is so embarrassing!" She muttered in a panic, her hands gripping his shoulders as if to steady herself, every nerve on fire from the nearness.

"Good girl, just like that...Now we're getting somewhere." His smile stretched wider as he glanced down at her, his eyes lingering briefly on the rise and fall of her chest beneath the robe.

"Next step, Aisha. Those little breasts of yours, cute as they are, they gotta be pressed against me. All the way, till they're flattened out, like there's nothing between us. That's how you share the heat."

Aisha's blush deepened several shades, her eyes snapping wide. "I-Is that...really necessary? Do they have to be...flattened?" Her voice softened into a near-whimper, her tail flicking with uncertainty.

"Absolutely, Aisha." Cassius nodded, his tone growing sincere. "A hug's not a hug if you don't feel the other person's chest. It's the whole point, heart to heart, heat to heat. No half-measures." His eyes didn't waver, the playful edge easing into something more earnest, more grounded.

"Okay...fine." Aisha exhaled shakily, cheeks aflame.

Her hands then trembled as she slowly leaned forward, her entire frame trembling as she inched closer. Her chest gently met his, and with a small push, she pressed herself in, the swell of her breasts flattening slightly against the firm wall of his torso.

The sensation was overwhelming, his heartbeat pounding in tandem with hers, the warmth of his body soaking into her like sunlight and she gasped softly, the breath catching in her throat.

"This...this is what you meant by sharing heat, isn't it?" She asked in awe, every inch of her tingling from the closeness, her thoughts spinning.

"Exactly, Aisha," He murmured, his voice velvet-smooth, his hands steady on the reins. "Now, wrap your arms around me, tight, like I'm a lifeline you're clinging to. Pull me close, like you're afraid I'll slip away."

Aisha nodded slowly, whispering, "Okay..." as her arms moved up and around his waist.

Her fingers curled against his back, drawing him in, until there was no more space between them. Her chest pressed fully against his, her thighs tightening slightly, instinct guiding her movements.

She tucked her face into his chest, breathing him in. "Like this?" She asked, voice muffled, her tail curling around his leg without thought.

Cassius chuckled softly, his voice warm with pride. "Perfect, Aisha. That's a real hug. Feel that? That's what it's supposed to be. Close, warm, like we're one."

His arms also finally wrapped around her, firm and gentle, embracing her in return and then moved slowly, tracing the line of her back with feather-light care.

The curve of her spine, the softness of her robe, the flutter of breath that danced between them, everything about her felt delicate, impossibly real. She was small in his arms, but the warmth she gave off burned brightly.

"Aisha, you okay with this? Me holding you like this?" He leaned in, voice brushing against her ear like wind. "If you hate it, if you wanna push me away, just say so. It's fine to be honest."

Cassius expectes her to agree to what he said like usual and say that he was too close to her or something. But to his surprise, Aisha's laugh bubbled up, a soft, contented sound.

Her smile also widened as she nestled in further, fully at ease now. "It's...nice, Cassius. Really nice." Her words were a whisper of affection, her tail still gently coiled around his leg. "You weren't kidding when you said my hug before was a joke. This is so different, reassuring, comfortable...like I don't wanna let go."

Cassius blinked, caught off guard by her honesty and a grin broke across his face, as gave her back a playful pat.

"Well, damn, Aisha, I didn't expect you to be so open about it...I thought you'd brush me off, say something snarky to keep me at arm's length."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aisha's voice rose in a sudden spark, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. "I never lie, you know!" Her eyes narrowed, but her grin peeked through, soft and unguarded. "I mean, yeah, I could lie if I wanted to, but right now? I can't."

"...I'm too comfortable, Cassius. I wouldn't have the heart to say this feels bad when it...doesn't."

"I'm glad, Aisha." Cassius's smile softened, his tone laced with warmth. "Really glad you're enjoying this. And I'm damn proud to be the one teaching you how to hug right."

And in response, she simply hummed quietly, melting further into his arms. Her usual edges dulled into ease, her mind at peace, her body soft against him.

But then, something flickered in her eyes, curiosity, laced with something deeper.

"Cassius, can I ask if this is how you...how you hug your wives? Your...women?" She asked, peeking up at him with a questioning gaze. "If you're holding them like this every day, it's no wonder they fall for you so hard."

The playful jealousy in her voice made him chuckle, but his expression shifted slightly, a more thoughtful shadow crossing his face.

"Not quite, Aisha. This is...most of it, sure, but there's something else I usually do." He paused, his eyes flicking aside. "But it's too intimate for us right now. I'll leave it out. This is enough for you."

Aisha bristled, her chest puffing with offense.

"Too intimate? What's that supposed to mean?" She snapped, pulling back just enough to glare up at him. "What do you do with them that's so special? Tell me, Cassius! I wanna know!" Her fingers clenched his shirt, eyes fiery.

Cassius held steady, voice calm. "It's really too much, Aisha. It's fine for people in a relationship, but for us? Just companions hugging like this? It'd be crossing a line."

But hearing this only made her more frustrated, as her voice spiked with frustration.

"That's nonsense, Cassius! I'm not some kid who can't handle it! I'm a grown woman, okay? I don't care about your stupid intimacy rules!" Her defiance burned, though her ears twitched with lingering nervousness. "Just do it, whatever you do with them. I wanna know, and I don't care what it is!"

"Alright, Aisha, you're insisting, so I'll do it." Cassius's teasing grin returned as he tilted his head, voice low. "But don't regret this, okay? You asked for it."

She nodded her head and braced herself, her mind spinning with possibilities, a tighter embrace, lifting her to eye level, maybe a soft kiss on her forehead. Her cheeks burned at the thought, her heart torn between embarrassment and anticipation, but she didn't pull away, ready for whatever he'd do.

But then his hands moved, slow and careful, sliding down from her back, tracing the curve of her waist, slipping lower to her hips.

Aisha's breath hitched, her eyes widening as his fingers to her utter shock brushed the edge of her robe, dipping beneath the fabric all the way until they found the soft, bare skin of her buttocks.

He also didn't stop with that as his palms cupped her small, rounded cheeks, the warmth of his hands searing against her, his touch firm yet gentle, kneading the tender flesh with a sensual rhythm.

And feeling this, her body tensed, a jolt of heat shooting through her, her private area pressed tighter against his abdomen, the thin fabric of her underwear doing little to dull the sensation.

Her skin tingled, her heart pounding as his fingers explored the soft curves of her ass, his touch both intimate and brazen, the erotic closeness making her dizzy.