Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 121: One... {**}

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A few hours later, all Stygians gathered at the courtyard to watch and bid the Delegates farewell.

Myron, whose wounds were now healed and his clothes changed, stood in front of a resolute Adrian and placed his hands on his shoulders,

"Await the call, dear Nephew," he said.

"I will."

"Don't forget what I have told you."

"I won't."

Myron smiled with pride,

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Lord Stygian looked from one to the other, frowning at their short but clearly meaningful exchange. He did not like how chummy the two had become especially with knowledge that they would only get closer when Adrian was under Myron's tutelage. Alas, short of stopping the process of his Son joining the Temple, there was nothing the Stygian Lord could do.

Myron looked at Evian next;

One of the less important things he had discussed with Adrian was how Evian's features had changed and how that had seemingly translated into cultivation prowess and what he learned was sketchy at best so now he teeterred between curious awe and curious trepidation.

Next was his Sister,

"Myrine..." he said gently and carefully only to feel an arm reach out to grab him into her strong yet soft embrace,

"Don't be so distant, you brat," Myrine said with a smile.

In that brief moment, Myron's still resistant anger at her choices melted away for him to innocently enjoy the warmth as he once used to.

"I'm going to miss you," he said quietly before adding with a snigger, "Again."

It was here Zayda decided to pipe up with a comment,

"Lady Myrine, consider a return to the Temple and this separation might not be so long."

Myrine said nothing but her glare at the Delegate made her opinion clear; she did not wish to discuss it... At least not now.

"Fair enough," Zayda said and with a pointed stare at Evian and Ember, she stepped away and got into the Carriage, soon followed by Myron whose stare at the gathered Stygians, especially their Lord, made it clear this trip, had not changed his opinion of them and what he believed they had done to his Sister.

The Carriage started up with an infusion of Spiritual energy, turned out of the courtyard, out the Estate gates, and onward in its journey out of Verdelen City and toward the Martial Temple.

The Stygians slowly dispersed but Evian and Ember remained on the spot, staring at the departing Carriage even after it was gone from their sights.

"One week," Ember said with a breath. Her cheeks were still rosy after the fairly intrusive but heartwarming conversation she had had with Lady Myrine.

A conversation she, so far, refused to share with Evian.

"One week," Evian said before he added in his mind,

'One week to say goodbyes.'

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Evian never planned to be gone from Verdelen City indefinitely but he knew regardless, that once gone, he had no true gauge of when he could make a return.

The ones he would be leaving behind at least deserved to be in the know.

"You'll be gone for how long?"

Evian's lips twitched as he stared at Frida Renan whose legs were crossed on the sofa they had used many times for their activities, as she adopted an authoritative pose that had lost all power on Evian long ago. Now he just found it cute, enticing... Sexy.

"I don't know," Evian said and shrugged, "Could be months."

Frida scoffed,

"Could be years," she said, "I haven't seen Astrid in person for over Ten years."

Evian raised a brow,

"Really?" he said in slight disbelief.

Frida nodded,

"I mean, we correspond well with bracelets but it's just not the same. I haven't seen my darling little girl in so long and sometimes I have to comfort myself with the thought that she's being overworked." see more NovelFire mp|y|r

"How is that comforting?"

Frida sighed,

"Because being overworked means she doesn't have the time to visit. The alternative would be that she just doesn't care enough to return."

"Have you tried telling her to return?" Evian asked.

Frida let out a sad chuckle,

"What sort of mother would I be to do that?" she asked, "I can hear it in her tone- Overworked or not, she likes what she does. She sounds almost like she was bred for battle like a true Renan- Why would I take that away from her because I want hugs."

This moment of 'softness' would have surprised/amazed Evian weeks ago but he was now quite used to these moments from the Renan Lordess. It was usually after a particularly passionate moment they shared.

Evian reached forward and grabbed her legs, running his hand along the smoothness of her skin, taking squeezing holds of her calf in that soothing motion that already had Frida nearing mewling. She was tipped past the edge when Evian added his Eldritch chill.

"~Mmmnnghhh~ Oh I'm going to miss that..." she said.

Evian smiled,

"I won't be gone for years. I assure you."

"Those are just words," Frida said with a shrug, "Words mean little."

"Two months," Evian said, "I'll be back after two months."

"One," Frida countered, leaning forward while opening up her pores to be infiltrated by the pleasures of deathly chill.

"You have a deal," Evian said as he raised her leg just so he could plant a light kiss against her flawless skin.

"You've told her?" Frida asked.

Knowing who she was referring to, Evian shook his head,

"Not yet," he said.

"So you came to me first," Frida said, glowing with a feeling of importance as she grabbed and pulled the front of Evian's clothes until their faces were two inches away from each other so she could stretch out a tongue and lick across his lips.

The taste and the feel of it had her feeling giddy as she leaned back against the sofa, pulling him with her.

Evian chuckled with his hand still on her leg but moved from her calf to her thighs before sliding even further to cup a part of her ass still covered by her sultry gown.

He had only come to Frida first because he knew she would take it better than Yvette and decided to save that sure-to-be-intense farewell for last, but of course, he saw no reason to make mention of this. Especially not when one of his hands was now on the high and mighty ever-perky peaks on Frida's chest.

Only the thin yet sophisticated material of the gown formed a barrier between Evian's touch and the succulent mound of flesh he began to squeeze and knead but that did not stop him from appreciating the elasticity. The way he could mold it however he pleased and watch as it snapped back to its natural state was a sight that never got old.

As they kissed, Evian began to exude Eldritch energy, allowing it to create the atmosphere he knew Frida desired but, for the Lordess, that was all it was; An Atmosphere.

She now viewed the grey cloud of death as merely being a medium for her to truly enjoy Evian's touch and now she just wanted that touch in its rawest most passionate form- Deathly Aura or not.

Evian was not exactly aware but it hardly mattered.

The leg he wasn't holding, Frida raised it and wound it around his waist, pulling him harder against her body- His hard cock pressing into the middle of her thighs and spiking her arousal more than Eldritch energy ever did and ever could.

She was positively gushing in her nethers and doing all she absolutely could to not shake like a giddy little girl when his tongue finally thrust into her mouth. Naturally, her pink oral serpent rose to battle but it was half-hearted- like she was merely trying not to appear to have given in even though she had... She had absolutely given in.

She wanted to be dominated.

She wanted every hold and touch from Evian to carry a mighty possessiveness... She wanted to be ravaged and for this, Evian was not clueless.

He roamed around the inside of her mouth, swallowing whatever fluids she gave and relishing their taste before giving his fluids in return and feeling as she guzzled them down. He lured her subdued tongue out of her mouth and into his only so he could suck on it.

All the while he pulled apart the garment over her large breasts so they could jiggle out and he could pick one of them to squeeze without a clothing barrier.

One of Frida's hands was behind his head, holding on gently as they kissed but the other went low, past his upper robes to dip into his pants and grab hold of his cock, squeezing with such force that Evian had to release a groan that was muffled by their connecting lips.

Her hand glowed with the golden glow of 'Purity' and while it brought forth an increased output of Eldritch energy, her goal had actually simply been to deliver a new layer of warmth that reacted with Evian's body and gave him interesting tingles.

Frida pushed Evian until his back was lying on the bed and then she shrugged off the top part of her gown, freeing up her breasts even more while she ground her uncovered crotch into Evian's lap as she straddled him.

His cock, hard as ever, was still in her golden hand and she stroked while gyrating and humping her pussy against him. She then raised her head and let out a sensual grunt before falling forward to recapture Evian's lips...

... As she readied herself mentally to be deliciously speared.