Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 102: After-Party Celebrations (2) {R-18}

Yvette felt the poke of the large rod right beneath her and her body shuddered even harder with an excitement that had her feeling wild. Her lips remained on Evian's, their tongue engaging in oral warfare and then she began to move. Rubbing her ass over and over along the budge she could feel and getting it even stiffer than it already was. Her target was the ultimate stand she knew it capable of.

There was a bit of discomfort as his cock sought freedom from the bondage of his pants but Evian fought through that, keeping the reactions of his body as normal as possible with the wine goblet in his hand still as steady as it could be.

His free hand went from touching the smooth skin of Yvette's back to the large heaps atop her chest, rubbing along the two peaks, feeling their warmth before he grabbed the front of her gown and pulled it down hard enough to worsen the tears he had caused to the back of the garment already.

The fine gown was getting reduced to shreds but Yvette honestly could not care less. It had served its purpose in the ceremony and now it answered an even higher calling- To be pulled apart and ripped to shreds in the passion Evian had for her body and vice versa.

That said, the more the sounds of ripping seams hit her ears, the more Yvette felt the urge to reciprocate and eventually she did. She took her arms away from around Evian's neck and as she leaned back and started ripping his clothes to shreds, Evian's eyes fell on her trembling tits heaving and wobbling with every movement she made.

He placed his arm underneath the two, lifting them, and while Yvette eyed him and his actions wondering what he planned to do, he brought the goblet of wine closer and with his eyes focused on her boobs with an almost mesmerized intensity, he tipped the goblet and let the wine pour out on his lover's smooth breasts.

The red streamed down the big peaks and dripped downward to the chair and then to the floor but before every single drop could be lost, Evian leaned forward, stretching out his tongue and licking gently. Confirming as he had guessed that wine taster even better drank off her skin than from the goblet.

When he had lapped up every drop he could, he kept tipping the goblet and let the last bits of the wine pour out, making sure to capture every single drop before ending it all by tossing the empty goblet aside and taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

He sucked hard twice before he pulled her second nipple over and had it join the first in his mouth. Sucking on the two simultaneously and causing Yvette's back to arch aggressively almost like an attempt to push her pillowy mammaries even harder into Evian's face.

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Evian accepted the boob thrust.

His face sank into the warm ample flesh happily. Letting himself get lost in that warmth and softness without a lessening in the suction power of his mouth.

Yvette had a hand behind the back of Evian's head when she began to feel one of his hands trail along her legs, pulling aside gown garments still hanging off her body to reveal her clamped-up thighs.

A single, trailing suggestive touch was all it took for the Reagent to spread those thighs and allow Evian's hand to explore a region it was quite familiar with. Even the dampness of that southern terrain was expected.

Evian brushed his hand toward the very source of the secretions and once he arrived, he stroked along the plump lips before easing his way in.

But then Yvette moved.

She pulled back from Evian, dislodging her nipples from his suckling mouth, and then left his lap to stand to her feet and shrug off the rags her inauguration gown had now become.

She had liked the touch to her nethers and even anticipated what was to come but there was one thing, one huge thing, she felt she needed to handle before that moment came and so, slowly, she pulled Evian's chair back, providing enough space for herself between the chair and the table before going down to her knees between Evian's legs.

She tore off Evian's pants, freed his hefty cock, and as though to show gratitude, the rod rose to attention so fast and yet so gentle that it gave her a light acknowledging slap to her cheek.

*pah*

*Giggle*

Yvette let out a happy sound as she grabbed the rod before it could slick back away from her. She squeezed and her smile got even wider when the size kept swelling- only now approaching its true might.

Evian held back a groan at the alternating hand strength and cast a side glance at the spectator who had not once taken her eyes off them both.

Frida was not embarrassed to watch. She quite enjoyed the show and through it all, she didn't stop drinking. She refilled her goblet whenever it got low and took spaced out, little sips all with one hand- Her right hand.

Her left hand, however, was busy with something else.

When Evian's cock was bared to her eyes again and she watched as Yvette started trailing her tongue along the veiny protrusions that adorned the mighty rod, the Renan Lordess could not help climaxing just a little.

She held herself together quite well. Her expression didn't change drastically and a squeal never escaped her lips as her pussy began squirting out juices, dampening the little garment she had over her groin as underwear. It was a tiny thing made up with more strings than garments all with the aim of emphasizing the beauty of her ass.

Frida had spent a lot of time with Evian in the past two weeks, and it had never not had her completely wrecked physically and mentally by pleasure but when he suggested Yvette's room as a new venue for their act, she had been skeptical.

She knew now, that any skepticism was foolish. When it came to her sexual pleasure, Evian was the authority to defer to. He knew what she would enjoy more than she did and so far, this was already paying off.

First, she pushed one finger into her pussy and then she added a second, as her tongue stretched out and licked along the rim of the goblet she had placed to her mouth. She imagined she was the one licking Evian's rod, sourcing for his seeds.

The Lordess could still remember how those seeds tasted and the memory made her feel the sweet wine in the goblet she held paled heavily in comparison.

Anyway, Yvette was very aware of the magnitude of her position and knew at least one other person would love to replace her and so, she did not take it lightly. Once her tongue had completed its licking rounds, she took the large head into a pleasurable, suckling ride that caused Evian to thrust his hips upward and give her a groan of acknowledgment for a job well done.

She went lower, taking inch by inch and feeding herself with more and more of Evian's hefty length. She stuffed her throat to the point of breathing constriction but of course, she did not stop. Her aim was to take the whole length but Evian succumbed before that could happen and his balls getting taut was the only warning before he blasted his seeds into the Reagent's gullet with a happy groan.

Today, Evian saw no need to hold back his release. He had so many to give and decided to be very generous giving his lovers the fluids they desired.

Yvette was caught by surprise and almost gagged at the sheer volume but of course, she recovered and guzzled it all down.

Frida's eyes were so focused, she was certain she could see as Evian's cum pumped from his balls to his rod and finally into Yvette's mouth and that mental picture brought about her second climax of the night.

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