Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 72: Feeding The Kink {R-18}

*Whum*

"Hmph!"

Evian let out a sound of surprise as Frida grabbed his wrists to not only pull his hands off her breasts but to yank him away from the spot used to stand.

The scenery blurred in Evian's sights and in a fraction of a second, his back was slammed into the soft cushions of the Sofa at the other end of the room. Frida Renan straddled his waist, her pleasure flaring from her recent 'casual' use of the strength and speed she possessed in her current Order.

Her eyes flashed just a tad before she placed her hands on Evian's chest and increased the heat of Purity to once again increase the amount of Eldritch energy Evian produced. She was basically siphoning him for all he had and for the first time since he had been in this world, Evian finally felt like his reserves had a limit but that was not his focus at the moment.

The fact that Frida's ass was resting against his groin was much more important and the fact that every heaving breath she took caused her breasts to tremble was far too enticing.

Evian took the fact that his hands had not been pinned as permission to take touching her body as payment so he proceeded. He pulled aside the small pieces of clothing that covered the very top of Lordess Renan's breasts to finally reveal her nipples. Surrounded by Inch wide areolas and tempting him to take them into his mouth, the two peaks were pointy in accordance with the excitement currently coursing through Frida's body.

'And she said it wasn't sexual,' Evian thought with a chuckle, 'Stark ignorance of one's own body.'

He grabbed the large fun bags and squeezed with greater intensity compared to when they had both been standing. Frida said nothing in reaction. She just bit her lower lip, trying to ignore the touch and rather indulge in the mortem enlightenment Eldritch energy was giving her.

Being stronger than Evian was, and with his Eldritch energy naturally an attacking tool, Frida Renan had a high tolerance for it. She recognized the chill (hence the excitement) but wasn't frozen or hampered by it. Her senses remained as sharp as ever and she remained rooted to the mundane world. She hated that.

'Damn!' she thought before taking active control of every natural defense her body possessed, downplaying them enough to open her pores up to intrusion.

Controlled by Evian to circle the Lordess' body and strike her with an intensity likened to an attacking frenzy, Eldritch energy actively flowed through the open pores sparking an instant battle with Frida's Spiritual energy- A battle it lost but not before giving Frida the deathly high she desired.

"Oh- ~Ohh~ ~That- That feels cold~"

Her voice shook with every word as a deathly chill trailed all over her her nerves and suspended her senses just enough to give an illusion of death- At least as close to death as was enough to be 'enjoyable'.

Meanwhile, Evian flicked her nipples, as hard as he possibly could, content that she could take it, and then he leaned up on the sofa to wrap his lips around one of them, not to suck or nibble but to bite.

He bit hard, his lips resting on her wide areolas while the entirety of her nipple was in his mouth. As he bit, he stroked his tongue against the almost throbbing tip just to provide a ticklish relief that he knew would draw a reaction.

"~Ahhhh~"

Letting out a sharp sound out of pain, Frida Renan's eyes flew wide open to glare at Evian beneath her. She opened her mouth to chastise him but was forced to stop as her entire body shook and her mind was ripped away from the 'real' world.

Somehow Evian's bite on her nipple and his attempt to illicit sexual pleasure in her body had made her even more vulnerable -Her mind especially- and now she was drawn into an illusion where her entire body was numb with cold.

In that illusion, she found herself on her knees in a valley, and in front of her was a fellow, donned in a long grey cloak with the Reaper scythe in his left hand and a hood covering his head. The figure stretched his right hand out to her... It was grey, leathery, and almost skeletal.

Frida took the hand and smiled at the feeling of all worry leaving her body- ascending to a plane that was beyond the physical, and then, she heard Evian's voice come out from under the hood as well as outside the illusion simultaneously,

"It's always Sexual."

*Gasp*

Frida let out a sound of surprise as the hand was wrenched away from hers along with the rest of the illusion. Her eyes opened to the real world where Evian had taken one of his hands off her breasts and put it underneath her gown.

While the Lordess was lost in a euphoric feeling, she had raised herself, replicating her action of leaning closer to the hooded figure and Evian saw that as a chance he could not simply let pass.

"Wh- What?" Frida asked, feeling a bit disoriented and immediately defensive.

Evian smiled,

"I said, it's always sexual," he told her as he curled his fingers and rubbed her pussy lips. He felt as they were slick with her secretions and Frida frowned at the ticklish feeling it gave her.

"Stop!" she said and grabbed Evian's wrist.

"Don't be rash," Evian told her before hastily thrusting two of his fingers inside her while channeling his Eldritch energy right through her snatch.

"~Hhnnn~"

With her teeth gritted to lock in whatever moans of sexual admittance were about to leave her lips, Frida's hand shook and she lost the incentive to pull Evian's hand away. In fact, she descended and closed the small space between her ass and his groin, trapping Evian's hand right where it was.

She raised her head towards the ceiling,

"This- This is different," she admitted and while she focused on spotting the difference rather than enjoying it, Evian curled his fingers within her, taking advantage of her weird reaction to his Eldritch energy.

As the minutes ticked on, Evian started to notice the movement the Lordess was making with her hips. Rocking it back and forth and grinding the meatiness of her asscheeks against Evian's crotch.

"Are you really a Wraith?" Frida asked suddenly.

"I am," Evian answered, "Why do you ask?"

Frida answered by making a pointed grind against Evian's hardening cock barely kept in place and sure to spring to full mast should it be set free.

"It would appear you have no issues with getting 'excited'. If you are indeed a Wraith, is my Information incorrect?"

"Your information is correct," Evian told her, "I'm just different."

"Is that a brag?" Frida asked.

"Maybe," Evian said with a shrug, "All I'll say is, some things, actually one thing in particular, feels better than Soul-Eating."

Almost like Evian had been looking for an opening and finally found it now that her pressure had all but receded, he wrapped an arm around Frida's waist and performed a quick position change to have her lying on the sofa instead of him.

His mouth took possession of one of her nipples again and he dug his fingers even deeper inside her snatch, calling every bit of Eldritch energy that had not yet soaked into her pores and had them drive right within that tight warm opening.

"~Ahhhhhnnnnnn~"

Lordess Renan arched her back, inadvertently thrusting her breast into Evian's mouth while she welcomed the intrusion of Eldritch energy into her nethers.

She wasn't sure when she accepted the shift from euphoric deathly enlightenment to a Sexual mortem arousal but she did know when she raised her hands to grab the armrest above her head just so she could thrust her hips into Evian's hand and let out a happy chuckle when he reciprocated by grinding against her clit.

Frida Renan had not had a lot of experience in her lifetime.

Sex to her had always been an overrated act she only indulged in once to procreate and her partner at the time had disliked it even more than she did. Doing it out of necessity and to fulfill certain conditions at the time.

Anyway, it was a refreshing feeling to see/feel someone passionate about it. Evian's enthusiasm was making it hard for her to act/feel detached.

As her pussy kept getting wetter, Frida's consciousness started to shift between reality and illusion once again. She was very aware of Evian's antics with her body, she was aware of his teeth on her nipple and his tongue giving her a perfect tease but she was also very aware of the hooded figure in her illusion who was standing about five feet away from her.

The figure held out its skeletal hand, calling Frida over and she went.

"Accept me," she mumbled in her illusion and out loud, "Death, Accept me."

"Come!" the hooded figure said, in a raspy dry voice.

Frida approached, her entire body tingling in reaction to Evian's moves. Five feet felt like an eternity but finally... She made it.

She grabbed the figure's hand, holding it tight and not wishing to let it go.

"Welcome," The figure said before it raised its head to reveal the face its hood hid. A handsome face, with grey eyes and grey hair she recognized,

"E-Evian..." she managed to say before the dam broke, and her pussy flooded with juices in an incredible climax that wracked her body with pleasure.

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