Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 115: You’ll Always Be Second Best!

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*Splash*

After having left the garden in a rush with the use of Wraithic Phasing, Evian delivered himself and Ember precisely into his bath. Their clothes stored safely within his Spatial Ring.

Their heads broke through the water and Ember instantly sucked in a breath not exactly because she had been deprived of air during the phasing or while briefly underwater but rather because of her still ongoing climax and the feeling of Evian's warm seeds still filling her up.

When the tremors and spasms finally waned, they both let go of each other's bodies to swim in the water and cleanse every part of their bodies and once that had passed, Ember, hair wet and an even darker shade of red, pulled Evian close and kissed him hard.

The mighty rod charging from Evian's groin remained proudly erect as ever and nowhere near being tamed despite still shivering at just how much pleasure she had been subjected to, Ember's pussy muscles still clenched and released- craving to be filled up once again. To have Evian drive into them as hard and as powerfully as ever.

Evian complied. Any thoughts of joining his family in their feast were long forgone.

As for Ember, she still felt wrong for ignoring the one who had invited her to the Estate but it was very hard to form the words to tell Evian to stop and have them get dressed again. There was too much she was enjoying in his hold and she did not wish for it to end... At least not yet.

They were at it for most of the night.

Whenever Ember had a powerful chain series of orgasms, her body would grow weak and she would fall unconscious only to get back up in an hour or two claiming she could keep going. She kept that up until eventually, she couldn't and her slumber finally lasted until well past dawn.

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Zayda walking away from the Feasting hall had been a surprise. A surprise with roots in insecurity and worry but when she returned with a smile on her face and an expression of one who had made a remarkable discovery, the Stygians were put a bit at ease.

No one dared ask where she had been.

Even if it was a matter of their security, to question a Delegate and of the Martial Temple and upset them would be beyond stupid. There was no way they could win even if they defeated Zayda and that was not a task even their Lord was confident he could accomplish.

Lady Myrine kept looking around and towards the hall doors even after Zayda was seated, hoping she would see Evian and Ember make a reappearance but as the minutes dragged on and turned into an hour, she let out a sigh of disappointment and finally looked away.

She blamed herself.

"I didn't even properly welcome her," she mumbled before taking a sip of wine.

She had quickly gotten engrossed in the arrival of the Delegate, especially in the discovery that one of them was her brother, that she had neglected to pay attention to Ember.

"Sister," Myron called to her, "You seem distracted."

"Mmm?" Myrine said as she raised her head and shook it, "No, no, I'm not."

Myron smiled and cast a look around,

"Is it Evian?" he asked, "I've noticed he's not here. He and that pretty redhead."

"It's fine," Myrine said with a smile playing at the edge of her lips.

"I'm sure it is. I just think it's disrespectful," Myron said, "Last time I was here, he was talentless but at least he had manners."

Lord Stygian let out a gruff sound,

"Well, a lot has changed since you were 'last here'."

Myron smirked looking from Lord Stygian to his Sister,

"Well, I certainly hope so," he said with a pointed stare.

Lady Myrine shook her head with a chuckle,

"No Brother, that hasn't changed," she said, "I know my place. I believe it's here."

"Nonsense!" Myron said, "How long will you continue to play house? How long will you continue to let your talent go to waste just to sate the ego of this... this Man."

Myron spoke with a focused glare at Lord Stygian and 'Man' was clearly a deliberate correction as the word he initially chose was much more dicey.

"Verbal harassment," Lord Stygian said, "Just how a Brother should treat his Sister."

The sarcasm was clear to all and judging by Myron's expression, he was particularly hit hard by it,

"It's certainly allowed when she's being stupid."

"You watch your mouth when you speak to my wife!"

"She was my sister before she was your wife!"

"Do I look like I fucking care?"

"Enough!" Myrine said calling for calm at the table, "You're both making a scene."

The two men let our non-commitant grunts but went silent.

The Stygians just watched the conversations. They all knew of the relation between Myrine, Myron, and Lord Averill Stygian and they knew from experience, that the two men were still boiling just itching for an outburst.

Zayda was as quiet as the Stygians. She found the whole spat entertaining... Especially Myron's insufferable face getting teased with rage.

A few seconds of silence passed and Adrian decided to take it upon himself to bring a bit more normalcy to the Feast conversations,

"So Uncle," He asked, "How is it in the Martial Temple?"

Myron raised a brow at that and smiled a forced smile as he struggled to keep his tension from boiling over,

"Has your mother not told you?" he asked, "I would have expected your head packed with tales of Valor."

"Mother?... Valor?" Adrian asked looking quite surprised. It was mostly the first he had heard of it.

Myrine was not very open about her time in the Temple and because Adrain himself was already excited about the opportunity of becoming a Disciple of the Temple, she did not have to fill his head with stories to push him even harder into it.

"But of course," Myron said, "Your Mother- My Sister was magnificent."

"She still is," Lord Stygian said, looking like he found it hard to swallow the morsel in his mouth.

Myron ignored him,

"We were both raised by an aspiring Templar who would NOT allow us to be lackluster. Myrine was his star pupil and when he went to war, it was her he called to serve as his Battle Squire.

She learned the arts of war on the battlefield and got a chance to stain her hands with the blood of the Kingdom's enemies. Her daggers against their swords no matter how large and her pressure hightenened with her Killing intent. Again, I say, she was magnificent."

"Thanks for the praises, Myron," Myrine said with a reminiscing smile. It HAD been quite the experience.

Just as he had done with her husband, Myron ignored Myrine, his attention still on Adrian,

"But then she met your father, got married, moved here. Away from the Temple- Away from the glorious purpose of war to start popping out his children and surprise, surprise, one of you two turned out to be a dud."

Adrian sniggered at the insult to Evian but his Parents did not share his amusement. Neither did the rest of the Stygians.

Evian had earned their respect in the past month. More so than even Adrian as he actually showed he could put his battle prowess into action in such a high profile situation like a Turf war while the sniggering Adrian stayed back home, safe.

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"Myron!" Myrine snapped.

Myron ignored her and looked over at Adrian,

"You look too much like your father," he said.

"I'm sorry," Adrian said sincerely causing Lord Stygian and every other seated Stygian to glare at him.

Myron burst out laughing with amusement as he wrapped an arm around Adrian's shoulders,

"Hahahaha, Apology accepted boy, Apology accepted. You're now a disciple of the Temple and I shall take you under my wing. Hopefully, I can save you from the life of mediocrity that awaits you should you wallow away in this City."

*Bam!*

"Myron!" Lord Stygian said loudly, looking like he had reached the limit of his tolerance.

"Brother!" Myrine said at the same time and the two voices calling to him seemed to finally pull Myron's attention over,

"What?" he queried, "Everything I've said is Truth. I don't know what happened to Evian while I was away but it is good to see he appears to be getting his shit together but again, he seems to have taken more from the Stygians than from us.

He just claimed, with so much confidence, that he would not join the Martial Temple because it was 'boring'. Do you not realize just how silly that sounds?"

Myrine actually agreed it was silly. Although Evian had never shown the same level of interest as Adrian in the Martial Temple, she had not expected he didn't even consider them worthy of him because of 'excitement'. That said, she would never admit that to this rude brother of hers,

"Evian can make his own decisions," she said, "Don't you dare talk down to him!"

Myron rolled his eyes aggressively,

"Of course, he can and he has decided to remain here and waste away like you."

Myrine was struck hard by those words but she retorted with a chuckle,

"You were not a match for me at the Temple and you are not a match for me here," she said straightening her back confidently.

"You really think so?" Myron asked.

"Think? Haha, No, I KNOW so.

Five centuries and you'll still not be my match. You say I've wasted away but even now you remain second best.

Just as you will always be!"