Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith chapter-88-i-need-it-deeper-r-18

"Mmmmm," with a moan that surprised her, Frida's eyes narrowed as she felt Evian's lips on hers, but whatever surprise she felt melted into acceptance as she pushed back and gave as much into the kiss as she received while leaning back until her head rested against the sofa's armrest.

With his arm still around her and his hand still on the moistness of the Lordess' pussy, Evian smiled against her lips and held that position for a few seconds before slowly pulling away.

Frida blinked rapidly before her lips upturned in a frown of indignation as she completely ignored that she had accepted the kiss.

"What was th-?" she started to say only to be interrupted when Evian placed a finger against her lips.

"Shhhh."

As he shushed her gently, Evian trailed his finger down from her lips to her smooth neck, the delicate statuesque structure of it as it supported that beautiful head of hers. He kept on going until he slid into her cleavage and he didn't stop until his finger hooked her garment and he pulled.

He stretched the material upward in a slow tantalizing tease and then pulled it downward with firm and consistent force until it let the Lordess' large breasts go free.

*wobble* *wobble*

So impactful was the movement of the two mammary masterpieces that their movement made audible sounds that caused Evian to smile while Frida blushed in embarrassment.

"Alright, that's enough of that," she said but whatever action she planned to take after that was lost in the annals of her mind as her back arched when two of Evian's fingers finally broke past the tight seal of her pussy lips.

"~Nnnnghhhh~"

Evian ignored her moan like they didn't matter and he adopted a 'serious' expression as he started moving his fingers in and out of Frida's snatch, while still being forced to release Eldritch energy due to her use of Purity.

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

With every stroke of finger-thrusting, Frida's discharged juices increased to the point where Evian's palm smacking against her crotch was always accompanied by a splash of liquid.

This should have followed the trend of Frida feeling embarrassed but of course, that was hardly important when she was feeling good and clenching her inner muscles in participation. The chill of death mixed with her libido affirmed what Evian had always emphatically stated;

'It IS Sexual!'

Lost in the pleasure she was feeling, Frida's Purity-coated hand on Evian's wrist loosened and almost immediately after, she felt an emptiness. Her eyelids, which she had shut in pleasured delirium, flew open as she stared at Evian ready to demand why he pulled out his fingers.

She found that his eyes were also on her and after a few seconds of holding her gaze, he looked over at his raised hand with his fingers gleaming with her nether fluids. She saw as the dews stretched down to his wrists and she also saw as the look in his eyes went from simple observation to pride.

Like he was genuinely pleased with himself for making Frida release that much.

He was.

It was not the first time Evian would make that happen with a lady. Hell, it was not the first time he made it happen with Frida and he would never not be proud of it.

'This is it,' he thought to himself, 'This is the reason to exist.'

Frida's lips twitched as she tried to form it into a smirk. She succeeded,

"If you like staring at it so much, why not have a taste?"

"I will," Evian said and he took a finger into his mouth. A taste was all it took and he was hooked.

'She's delicious!'

With a mystified smile, Evian licked his finger clean of the liquid that gleamed on it and his tongue even stretched for the drops stretching down the back of his hand. As he licked, his eyes went to Frida's crotch, clamped tight between her moistened thighs,

'An ever leaking source,"

Frida chuckled and it pulled Evian's attention back to her. She didn't have to say anything... It was clear she felt Evian's reaction to her juices was exaggerated and thus her chuckle was meant to mock him.

Evian smiled and stretched his unlicked finger towards her smirking lips,

"Have a taste of yourself," he said, "Judge if my reaction is warranted or not."

Frida rolled her eyes,

"Oh please," she said but in that moment, when her mouth opened, Evian took advantage and filled it up.

The Lordess' eyes widened at the intrusion but spurred on by the taste on her tongue, her lips soon closed around Evian's digit, indulging in her taste and amazed by it in a somewhat narcissistic fashion.

When Evian finally pulled his fingers out of Frida's mouth much to the Lordess's disappointment, he started a downward movement toward that leaking source.

The Lordess did nothing as he moved. In fact, her eyes were alight with anticipation as Evian pulled her thighs aside. With his hands gripping her thighs tightly, Evian worked his way closer until his tongue touched Frida's plump pussy lips. He took a long lick that doubled as a parting action just so he could make contact with her opening.

As Evian's tongue began to make tentative entries into her warm caverns, surrounded by contracting muscle walls, the Lordess stretched a hand down and grabbed his head. Her intent was unclear and as though stuck between an embarrassed urge to push him away and an excited urge to pull him closer, she just left her hand on him with no affirmative action.

Anyway,

When Evian started an aggressive licking that had her body shaking with pleasure. Frida brought down her defenses and made herself more susceptible to his Eldritch energy but somehow, that became a secondary focus. The primary focus was on the wonders of Evian's expertise with his tongue, his lips, and his teeth.

When Evian ate her out, he ATE her out.

His tongue stretched in deep, curling about with movement that had Frida's eyes rolling into the back of her head.

His upper row of teeth raked consistently against her clit with a force Evian knew she could handle. He had the little nub of intense nerve endings sending tendrils of pleasure all over Frida's body starting right from her snatch.

"Fuck!" Frida let out in excitement and the hand she did not have on Evian's head grabbed one of her breasts. Her delicate digits were unable to capture its massive size completely but were at least capable of squeezing as best as they could. She even gripped her nipple, pinched, and pulled all to heighten what Evian's actions were causing her to feel.

She could feel an ebbing from deep inside her snatch... She felt a wave pushing and pulling along the shore of her climax ready to rush out to Evian's clearly expecting mouth.

When it arrived, it struck her with a suddenness of orgasmic intensity that had her roaring at the compendium ceiling.

"~By the gods~ ~Ahhhnnn- Fucccckkkkkkk!!!~"

Her voice was raised, her grip on her nipple got harder and her indecisiveness was finally resolved as she pulled Evian closer and pressed his mouth tight against her spasming pussy all through her climax.

Evian tightened his grip on her thighs and let in every released drop. His tongue kept moving diligently and he indulged himself in the power he had over the Lordess in that very moment.

'It's... Exhilarating.' He thought to himself while smiling against her leaking pussy.

Frida spasmed all through. Shaken physically and mentally by the intensity of her climax. The greatest she had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It blew well past the climax Evian had induced in her body the last time.

Alas, something was missing.

Even as she experienced such a pleasurable high, she didn't receive 'enlightenment'. The cold hands of death did not pull her in and submerge her senses in grim acceptance.

"It's not enough," she mumbled.

Even as her body shook with vestiges of her thrill, she ignored it, summoned self-control, and reached towards Evian to pull him onto the sofa.

Her hands grabbed Evian's lapel and she pulled them aside to start rubbing her hands all over his chest. Her pores were opened to infiltration of his Eldritch energy but no matter how vulnerable she made herself, that deathly acceptance eluded her.

"I need it in deeper," she mumbled.

Her eyes went low.

She saw Evian's prominent bulge, and with sure hands, she grabbed it through his pants, stroking along his teased girth,

"The perfect tool," she said in a musing tone. Long gone was her stance that none of this was sexual. Now she just sought her fix.

She pulled Evian's cock out of his pants and gave it a few gentle strokes before her grip got tighter and warmer... Her hand glowed with Purity, and she drew out Evian's Eldritch energy before she engulfed the large cock-head in her mouth and sucked hard.

She sucked, not for the seeds in Evian's balls, but rather to ingest the Grey Cloud emerging from his organ so it could send her mind into a plane of Enlightenment...

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