Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Once the matter of the subsidization Chest was resolved or at least shut down by Reagent Yvette, Evian bowed his way out of the hall as one who had no part in the ongoing event.

He acted like he had a sense of place to know quite rightly that his presence would only put a dampener on what was supposed to be a hopeful event (for most) as they looked on to the future but really, the event was already at an end.

Lordess Frida Renan excused herself at this point as well. She had witnessed the transition of power and there was no need for her to hone in on the after-event celebration and what a celebration it was;

A feast had been prepared and everyone in the Lording hall adjourned to a massive dining hall to stuff their faces. Whether they agreed with Yvette's appointment or not.

The Larnaks rejoiced that at the very least, the Territory had not fallen into the hands of the enemies. They still saw a chance to reclaim their stance while Yvette remained a mere placeholder.

The Captains and the vast majority of Elite Guards present for the inauguration rejoiced with just about enough belief that Yvette could lead them right. By strength, she was undoubtedly the most qualified and thanks to Amira, they had a passable image of what she was capable of as a Knight.

"Reagent," they all said when they stepped towards Yvette whose eyes surveyed them all, "You have our unwavering support. Who else but you could be worthy of stepping into Lord Herbert's place?"

"Thank you," Yvette said with a smile of gratitude, "And that's enough talk of my late husband, I'm afraid. He's the past, I'm the future. Together, we shall raise this Territory to its true glory. One it has not witnessed for centuries."

"Hear Hear!"

Yvette didn't really want to be there. She only remained out of necessity. She had learned about rulership and what was expected of her as Reagent so she knew the conversations she was having with her subjects were essential and she was also certainly looking forward to it, however, there was something else she was looking forward to even more.

There was a Private After-Party Celebration she had been promised that superseded all else.

The moment she could afford to slick away, she did so with the bare minimum of excuses that no one batted an eye at except for the Larnaks who used it to support their claim that she was not leadership material.

*Clack* *Clack* *Clack*

With her heels clacking along the corridor, Yvette walked to her room, unlocked the door, and walked in confidently, only to blink hard when she met a surprising presence sitting at the large desk in her massive room.

"There you are," Evian said to her with a smile, a goblet of recreational wine in his hand, "I was starting to wonder what was keeping you."

"Well, I do have a lot of responsibilities now," Yvette said with a shrug.

She had expected Evian's presence. She had hurried over specifically to see him...

"Ah yes," Frida Renan said, seated at the opposite end of the desk with a goblet in hand as well, "The Responsibilities are only going to get larger. You should start to consider delegation."

That was the presence that surprised newly-appointed Reagent Yvette.

She had not expected to find the Lordess in her room and certainly not in the scanty dressing she had on.

Frida had never been big about looking 'appropriate'. Her cleavage was almost always on show, daring any weak-minded man to stare but even then, there were limits. What she currently had on, however, was so sheer, that it was almost transparent. It clung to her body in a silky body-hugging fabric with the littlest of cloth pieces covering her nipples in the smallest attempt at modesty that deliciously failed.

As Yvette stepped forward towards the drinking duo, Yvette's mind worked fast, wondering why the powerful Renan Lordess would be half naked sharing a drink with Evian. Two steps were all it took for her mind to piece things together and she realized the Lordess' decision to endorse her rule and to go along with Evian's plans went far beyond a simple alliance.

"You bagged her too?" Yvette asked, eyes wide in surprise and not even attempting to make use of her self-control to keep her mouth shut and her thoughts to herself.

"Of course I did," Evian said in a grandiosely pompous tone that edged between mockery and truth.

"'Bagged me'? Hmph, that's a very crude way of putting it." Frida said with a snort before taking a sip of wine.

"But it IS true, is it not?" Yvette asked.

"I will neither confirm nor deny."

"That's a confirmation," Yvette decided with a nod.

"Indeed it is," Evian said in agreement as he raised a hand to touch Yvette who was now standing beside his chair. He worked his touch down her back before settling on top of the arch of her nicely protruding ass.

Yvette smiled at the touch as she in turn placed a hand on his shoulder, trailing along the smooth material of his noble robe before her exploration transitioned to the back of his neck. She pulled lightly at the base of his hair as she gently sat herself down on his lap.

She pressed herself against him, the side of one of her large breasts pressing against his chest, his hard impressive musculature so clearly felt under the light layer of cloth he had on before she pressed her lips against his cheek, starting a kissing journey toward his lips.

When she completed that journey and seized Evian's lips with an almost possessive zeal, Evian raised one of his hands and rubbed it up her back while the other kept hold of the wine goblet with a calm steadiness worthy of note.

Not once was Yvette concerned about the other presence in the room besides Evian and herself and seriously, why would she be? It was not the first time she would spend time with Evian sexually and have an audience. She was only glad that this time, she got to go first and the other had to sit and watch wantonly as she got Evian's first discharge.

She could still remember the teasing, agnozing need that came with being an observer and while that was a different sort of pleasure in of itself, she found it much easier to enjoy that sort of Pleasure if she had her fix first.

As though spurred on by the thoughts in her head, Yvette raised her other arm and wrapped it around Evian's neck while readjusting herself on his thigh with Evian's groin just rejoicing at its proximity with her meaty ass.

Frida watched the display in front of her over the goblet she now had covering her mouth in between her frequent sips.

"~Mmmm... Mmmm~" The Reagent began making mewling sounds to go along with the kiss in an almost performative manner and while Frida felt it was for her benefit, she, of course, said nothing. Rather, she refilled her goblet, leaned back in her chair, and watched them with a lustful smile, discovering for the first time, her voyeuristic side.

Meanwhile, while Yvette thrust her tongue into his mouth for a battle she was sure to lose, Evian moved his hand up her back until he got himself a nice enough grip and pulled downward until the back of her gown pulled asunder and left her skin free for his gentle exploration.

Yvette smiled against his lips at the exposure before her body shuddered when his hand went below and gripped her ass, using it like a handle to snuggle her even harder towards himself- His cock stirring in his pants ready to rise and explore her moist caverns once more.

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