Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Evian, ever the 'People-pleaser, gave Frida exactly what she asked for. He gave her more.

*PAH* *PAH* *PAH*

From aggressive movement that nearly propelled the Lordess facefirst into the wall to the eventual impactful thrust that succeeded, Evian was having a blast.

Ordinarily, Frida was capable of holding her own against Evian's strength but every part of her body was already weakening with exertion and pleasure... Leaving her susceptible to Evian's machinations.

The thing was, she quite enjoyed that.

There was a different sort of thrill that accompanied surrender for her... A thrill that accompanied having power wrestled from her limbs. When Evian pulled out of her, turned her around, and took her in his arms, she went along happily. The only exertion of strength she willingly and gladly did was to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Evian's hands supported her weight comfortably, his fingers gripping her ass so tightly, red welts began to form and when he moved that ass, he moved it in perfect synch with his hips for the maximum impact.

For him, it was all about impact.

It was also about getting Frida Renan to spasm and climax as many times as was physically possible for her. He even sought to go beyond whatever limits she might have while training his resistance to only give out his seed in well-spaced-out intervals.

It wasn't a particularly easy task (Frida's spasms and constrictions made sure of that), but he handled it nicely.

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The afternoon had come and gone and now the sun was starting to set to bring on the Evening in preparation for nighttime and still no one in the Renan Estate had had the privilede of seeing the Lordess. At least not since that morning.

All matters she needed to tend to as head of the Renan Family and Lordess of the Territory were put on hold and really, Why would they not be?

For the first time ever, her eyes and senses had been opened to the wonders of sexual thrill that, at Evian's hands, also satisfied her weird love of Death.

Hours had rolled past and Frida was not yet quite satisfied.

With her submission to the image of Evian in her mind and eyes, Frida allowed herself to be moved and slammed against structures within her Conpendium without the slightest bit of a complaint.

The books that used to be arranged perfectly on the Compendium shelves were now scattered all about the room but nothing was more important to the Lordess than making sure Evian's cock stayed inside her pussy, delivering her with body and mind-numbing Eldritch energy while she tried to use her internal muscles to squeeze him dry.

Once the sun had set Frida led them to her private bath only she had access to. The bath was an extension of the Compendium which she had deemed an essential addition since the Compendium was where she intended to spend the majority of her hours studying the knowledge she had gathered and stocked on the shelves.

In the bath, they both got clean, every cum residue or pussy-juice smear, washed away in its entirety. A true clean slate. The action was not to announce the end but rather it was a brief intermission that ended the moment Evian pulled the Lordess close, smacked their lips together, and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

As the oral battle began, Evian's hand went down and unbothered by the resistance of being underwater, he drew it back and slammed it sharply against the Lordess' cheeks.

The sound was hampered and unable to spread due to them being in water but the impact remained and the result was Frida moaning into his mouth while pulling hard at his hair and pressing her body even harder against his. Forcing Evian's back to press against the rim of the bath.

Evian's previously half-flaccid cock was starting to rise ready to keep going and determined to not be the first to call it quits when the Lordess appeared as energetic as ever.

Evian knew the reason she was not yet tired. He could feel as she drew in Spiritual energy to revitalize herself and keep going but knowing that was an act with a limit, Evian was simply spurred on to keep at it until that limit came.

When the hardness of Evian's rod rose and stroked between her thighs, Frida smiled and then she started to move.

Pulling Evian with herself, she left the body of water behind and started a walk through an opened channel at the opposite end of the bath.

Frida's eyes were closed as though she was lost in the kiss but guided by her senses and her knowledge of the area, of course, she found her way.

The channel led into a deserted corridor that was clearly meant for Frida's use only. The reason became clear when they came out through the other end into a massive bedchamber fit for a Lordess.

There were all sorts of objects and accessories that could grab Evian's attention and he would have spent time observing them had it not been for the urgency with which Frida led them to her bed.

With Evian on his back, she straddled him, taking her lips off his just so she could raise herself and look down at him to take in her image of him. Hours of exposure to his body and Eldritch 'feel' had created an interesting mix.

No longer did she see him as skeletal. His skin had touched her too much for that illusion to remain. Now, she saw him as he was, except his skin was occasionally translucent and his eyes, while clearly in his socket still made him look like a grim reaper and the Lordess wouldn't have it in any other way.

She reached between them and grabbed his cock, still wet from their recent bath. She stroked it only briefly before placing it at her entrance once again to descend slowly in what looked like an attempt at intimacy.

She grinded, rocked, and gyrated, not for the greatest impact but rather for the closeness... The intimacy. It was HER time with Death- A precious moment she didn't want to see pass her by.

"Yessss..." she let out almost in a whisper as Evian's anatomy reacted to her actions. His cock swelling in her pussy.

The mood changed from a sprint to a marathon and in that motion, she and Evian spent the rest of the night wearing each other out.

Sometime that night, while she fucked herself on Evian's cock and smiled when his hands roamed her body, from her ample asscheeks to her large breasts, Frida wondered if she had just battered the lives of a few of her Family's Knights for this long night of Sexual satisfaction and kink exploration but then she shrugged mentally with the satisfied grin of a woman who had been fucked silly,

"Worth it."

She said it out loud and even without being able to read her thoughts, Evian smiled as he was able to infer the meaning behind those words.

'From insisting it wasn't sexual to such wanton looks and moves,' Evian thought with a chuckle and an amorous shake of his head,

'Dare I say; This is progress.'

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-The Stygian Estate-

It was midnight when Lord Stygian was alerted by his Communication bracelet. He retrieved it from his Spatial ring and a relaxed feminine voice came out of it,

"Stygian," it said gently in the most mundane of greetings.

Lord Stygian recognized the voice enough but the specific symbol arrangements on the bracelet gave an even better indication of who was on the other side of the communication,

"Frida," he said, "To what do I owe this honor?"

He had been so eager and stuck in the low frequency of their conversations that he didn't give himself time to piece things together. Only after the words had left his lips did he remember they were in a time of war and Evian had very recently mentioned brokering the Renan Lordess' assistance.

'This must be about that,' he thought.

"Father," Evian called out of the bracelet and Lord Stygian's eyes widened in surprise,

"Son, you're there?"

"I am," Evian answered simply, "At dawn, Father."

"At Dawn, what?" Lord Stygian asked, confused.

"The Renan Knights are rallying as we speak," Evian said, "They'll be at the Renan/Larnak boundary at dawn. You must be ready too."

"I see," Lord Stygian said before letting out a breath and nodding affirmatively even though those on the other side could not see him, "Very well. We will be Ready."

"And Father," Evian called with a pause.

"Yes, son?"

"The Target is Herbert. If he still lives when the dust is settled, then all this has been for naught."

Lord Stygian grunted,

"You don't have to tell me twice son. That scumbag will not see the end of tomorrow."

"Thank you, Father," Evian said and the communication ended.

Lord Stygian spent five seconds or ten, taking deep breaths and composing his thoughts as though he was getting in the right state of mind to do battle and then he summoned the Captains and any Stygian relative who cared to know, calling them all to arms.

It was time.

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