Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Recently letting out her recent annoyances in a controlled outburst, and having Evian's arm around her, cured Ember's slight case of insomnia.

When Evian kissed the top of her head, she closed her eyes and took a nap she did not really need but certainly wanted. She knew when she awoke next, Evian would no longer be with her but she had made peace with it.

He will return.

She knew he would.

Hours later, with the Sun rising ever higher in the sky and preparing to usher in the beautiful afternoon, Evian finally left Ember's room. He Phased his body right through her bed and through the expensive hardwood floors and his exit was so precise that it sent him out of Lockheart Mansion grounds completely so he could set out for his destination.

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-The Renan Estate-

The grounds were peaceful as usual.

Workers strolled about with smiles, flourishing in their allocated tasks. Anyone who worked or was even in the proximity of the Larnak Estate would have gotten misty-eyed at this sight- Remembering a simpler time when a faceless Resistance was the most they had to not worry about.

Now, their Lord was on a Rampage and his rage was growing by the second proportionally to his ever more obvious lack of strength and high ground in the ongoing conflict.

Anyway, in the Renan Estate, no one was aware, or cared about the struggles of their neighbors and while the workers went about frolicking, their Lordess was also in a relaxed mood.

She lounged on a beautiful sofa in the Compendium locked behind her study. Her legs stretched over to her side, smooth-skinned and supple-looking as ever. She had a small cup in her hand that she had filled with a beverage that simmered with Spiritual energy inducers.

"Have some," she said gently and gestured at the small desk in front of the sofa where a beautiful ceramic kettle sat beside a second cup.

"No thanks," Evian said.

He was sitting at the end of the sofa, just a few inches from her beautiful toes, and without his eyes ever leaving her body or his cheeky smile leaving his lips. One of his arms was lying on the sofa's armrest and the other was stretched along the back of it, calmly keeping himself from touching the Lordess' body... Yet.

"Hmm, yeah I suppose it wouldn't do you much good, would it?" Frida asked.

Evian shook his head,

"No, it would not."

Although not a substitute for actual cultivation which involves drawing Spiritual energy from the atmosphere, drinks like this were still useful supplements. But, of course, as a being devoid of Spiritual energy, Evian had no use for it.

'The taste might be good though," he admitted to himself.

Frida let out a chuckle,

"You returned so early," she said, "Did my allowing you to take liberties with my body excite you that much?"

"What do you think?" Evian asked with a focused lascivious look at her lounging figure.

"Ah, there's that boldness," Frida said, "You'll go far, Kid. You'll go far."

"I appreciate the confidence," Evian said with a subtle, cheeky attempt at a gracious bow.

Frida rolled her eyes, her cheek balanced on her fist,

"That's nice but you DO know that was a one-time thing, right?"

"I don't follow," Evian said.

"I allowed you to touch me because I lacked an understanding of the effect Eldritch energy will have on me. Now I know, now I'm prepared and I won't be taken advantage of.

I'm telling you first-hand so you won't be disappointed when we begin and I keep your body trapped for my personal use. It would be a shame if it affected your 'performance' and I had to force you to keep it going.

You understand?"

The fact that her tone remained level all through like she was saying the most reasonable of things was what amused Evian the most.

Frida watched him with a smile. She wasn't going to speak first. She wanted -Needed- him to speak first. To have a solid understanding of the rules she was now putting in place.

When Evian eventually spoke, it was a question,

"How hard was it?"

"How hard was what?" Frida asked, confused.

"How hard was it to stop yourself from reaching out to me by any means necessary? I mean, you spent over twenty-four hours riding an 'enlightenment' high. I'm willing to bet you wanted to keep it going but you needed something- you needed me."

"Frida laughed,

"Boldness is a virtue that can easily become Cocky... You're teetering at that line right now."

Evian shrugged,

"Maybe," he admitted with a smile, "But I know I'm right."

"You're not."

Evian stared into her eyes, the almost violet hue in her blue orbs gripped his attention the most, and he held that gaze firmly as his voice remained soothing and almost sympathetic,

"It must have been really hard.

I'm sure you got wet the moment you received news that I was here. Even now, as calm as you appear, I'll stake all I have on the fact that you're leaking."

True to Evian's 'praise' of her demeanor, Frida's expression did not change. Her smile did not shift. It remained as coolly detached as ever.

"You overestimate yourself," she said.

Evian shook his head,

"Impossible. Overestimation doesn't exist for someone as awesome as I am."

"You're over the line now... You're Cocky."

"I am, but that doesn't make me wrong," Evian said before he dropped the hand he had behind the sofa onto one of Frida's smooth legs and of course, the Lordess didn't recoil. Even as he started rubbing over her smooth skin, taking hold of each of her toes to massage gently and firmly, she just kept her eyes on him.

"You know what's interesting?" Evian asked after a minute of foot massage. A task he was quite good at, to the Lordess's pleasured surprise.

"What?" Frida asked, biting back the urge to moan at how his hand melted away what little tension she was feeling and hiding well. Ironically, the tension had a lot to do with Evian.

"You're so determined to insist your kink is not sexual that it confuses you that your body is reacting as it is," Evian explained.

Frida let out a snort, her detached expression slipping for the first time,

"Don't delude yourselves into thinking you understand me. It's NOT Sexual. One indiscretion doesn't change that!" she said.

"Okay," Evian said simply. His hand kept moving and massaging her foot but now he introduced the deathly grey cloud of Eldritch energy that immediately had Frida shivering with excitement.

Evian extended his massage upward to her ankle and past that to her calf. Molding the flesh as best he could and working his thumb along pressure points, all the while making it harder for Frida to keep mute.

Eventually, she lifted herself on the sofa, her back much more straightened and her eyes focused on the area of her leg Evian's hand was on.

"It's time, by the way," Evian said suddenly.

"Time for what?" Frida asked.

"Time for the Martial Assistance you promised," Evian clarified.

"You said you didn't need it," Frida said. Not even able to back her words with a mocking smile.

Evian shrugged as his hand kept working upward and his direction moved from the back of Frida's leg toward the inside of her thighs only barely covered by her gown.

"I don't need it but I still want it," he said.

"When do you want it?" Frida asked, annoyed at the slight breathlessness that crept into her tone.

With Frida's thighs clamped tight, Evian had to work his hand slowly between them and he did so with light strokes and almost imperceptible wiggles until his fingers snuck in and he felt the wetness he had confidently claimed was there just minutes before.

"Tomorrow," he answered Frida's question.

"That's soon."

"Too soon?"

"I didn't say that, Ngghhh," Frida said and a groan finally escaped her lips as Evian kept wiggling his fingers to the source of the wetness now all over the inside of her thighs while still shrouded by Eldritch energy,

"Tomorrow is fine but you must guarantee I will not lose any of my Knights."

"Not sure I can guarantee that," Evian said gently while his fingers neared those plump lower lips.

Once contact was close by an inch, Frida moved fast and stretched out a hand to grab Evian's wrist.

"You must," she said, the urgency in her tone was more about Evian's lewd touch than it was about the topic they were discussing,

"We Renans value our own too much to lose any of them to a cause we have no real stake in. Ohhhhh..."

Her hand glowed with purity and as was her intention, the warmth of it, drew out Evian's Eldritch energy in more volume than he had already let out and of course, Evian let it flow.

"Oh, Shit!" Frida let out at the sudden influx of deathly exhilarating cold. Her other hand went behind her to keep her balance by gripping the Sofa armrest at her end and as she did that, Evian took his other arm off the armrest at his end.

With his hand still on her pussy lips, tightly clamped between her thighs, he leaned forward, wrapped an arm around the Lordess' waist to pull her up and capture her lips in a kiss.

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