Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Chapter 113: I Like To Watch {R-18}

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In quite a perverse show of degeneracy, Evian held nothing back as he drew back his hips and thrust them forward repeatedly slamming his massive cock into Ember's welcoming pussy and although the redhead did her best to stifle her moans, he didn't try as hard to make the sound of his pelvis against her Ass as quiet as possible.

There were two reasons for this;

One- Although he was shameless, there were enough hedges around to block the immediate sight of any onlooker, and also, Evian's senses were spread wide and would be piqued the moment any Guard got past the tall flower hedges in which case he would employ his Eldritch cloud to keep Ember away from their leering eyes while his gleaming powerful back remained on view, his thrusts never interrupted.

Two, there was an exhibitionist thrill that accompanied the idea of getting seen and he could feel it in how Ember's muscles clenched at him. The louder his thrusts, the more likely she felt they would be caught, and the more pressure she applied to the rod invading her insides.

It was now nighttime with the moon rising in the sky and Evian's senses had never picked up the presence of any Guard but they did pick up the presence of the most unlikely of audiences,

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a smile towards the shadow standing about seven feet away, "I'm quite sure the very hospitable dinner is not here."

The shadow said nothing and just stepped forward, perfectly at ease.

"Huh?" Ember said, confused at who Evian was referring to. Her face that had been directed on the shrubby garden floor raised and fell on their voyeur who now had the sliver beam of the moon shining on her to reveal she was none other than...

"Dame Zayda!" Ember said with her eyes wide as though, for that moment, the pleasure that wracked her body had cleared.

Her hands shook but even then, she wasn't sure what to do. Fortunately, Evian did.

With a hand on her back, he persuaded her to get even lower until her cheek was pressed to the soft grass of the garden floor with hardly a discomfort.

Her hands were stretched out in front of her and while her face got red at being in such a vulnerable position in the presence of a woman she had started to respect despite having only just met her once, Ember was forced to make those minute movements that accompanied the impactful contact of pelvis to asscheeks.

Even as he had one hand on Ember's ass, seizing hold of the sizeable flesh as his hips continued to move, Evian's eyes were on Zayda Vithar whose eyes were focused on them, her attention specifically on the spot where Evian's body joined Ember's.

"Such primal power," she mumbled, "A specimen of the art. Might even be the best I've seen so far."

"What are you on about?" Evian asked, confused.

For an answer, Zayda flicked her wrist and a chair fell out of her spatial ring, cushioned comfortably- Like the average furniture in a Family home but when she sat in it, she did so with an authoritative pose that was undoubtedly meant to give off a visage of superiority.

"Don't mind me," she said simply and confidently, "Carry on."

Evian chuckled with an inviting warmth,

"Sitting there on your own, why not come over here?" he said, "I'm sure I can fit you in."

He watched and waited for her face to screw up in reaction to his words but Zayda simply crossed her legs with an accommodating smile on her face,

"I never join in," she said with small shakes of her head, "I would only corrupt the data if I join in. Nah, I just like to watch."

Evian furrowed his brows.

Obviously, he had questions...

Why was she here and not at the dinner?

Why did she not turn away the moment she laid eyes on this 'indecent' sight?

... But woe be him to stop or change anything about his passionate romping when he had the attention of such a beautiful woman. He might as well put on a show.

He reached forward and grabbed Ember's hands and pulled so her face was lifted off the ground. He pulled until the Lockheart Maiden's eyes were on a level with the seated Zayda whose expression remained quite natural despite the absolute embarrassment painted all over Ember's face.

"~Fuck- Ahnnn- mnnghhh- Fuck!~"

The sounds and words that left Ember's lips were of pleasure as well as of regret at being so exposed. It was enough to make anyone think she wanted to cover her face and run far away but Evian knew better... He could FEEL better.

Managing to make it look as though Evian was handling all the force of the thrusts, Ember successfully hid away how she used the support of being anchored by Evian holding her hands to push back as hard as she could, getting Evian's hefty cock to hit as hard as it possibly could against the very end of her pussy.

Zayda watched as Evian's muscles rippled ever so slightly due to the strength he put into his thrusts... She watched the minute shows of pleasure he allowed and of course, saw very clearly just how much he had rendered Ember completely incoherent.

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"~Ahn- Ahn- Ahn- Ohhh- Ohhh- Fuck- W-W-Watching... Someone's w-w-w-w- Ahhhhhnnnnnnn~"

As Ember's moan and words trailed off into moans, Zayda nodded, "Interesting," she said.

"~Cummminngggggggg~" Her voice shuddering as hard as the rest of her body whose support she put completely in Evian's hands, Ember's pussy creamed, tightening even harder around the rod inside her, and with a groan and hard jerky thrusts, Evian flooded her insides with his cum, dragging her climax on more than a few minutes longer it usually would have been.

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As they both jerked, secreting their juices in copious volumes for the wonders of each other's genitals, Evian pulled Ember up even more until her back was close to pressing against his.

He kissed her neck, kicked the sweat off her skin, and reached one hand to her chest to grab hold of one of her breasts, squeezing the perky mammary, pinching the erect nipple, and pulling it towards the dutifully watching eyes of Zayda Vi'thar.

When the climax waned for them both, Evian released Ember so she fell forward on the garden floor and his cock was inadvertently pulled free of her still-shuddering snatch.

Zayda's eyes widened at the sight, not only because it was the largest she ever saw, in length and girth, but also because of the veins that adorned it. Sensitive to power and sexual acts as she was, she could feel the might they commanded- she could feel the might they just pulsed with readiness to release.

"Remarkable," she mumbled again.

Evian ignored her, he adjusted himself into a lotus position where his legs were crossed and he pulled Ember off the ground so so could straddle him and place her pussy right in position for re-entry.

Ember complied.

Pushing aside the embarrassment she was feeling, Likely helped by the fact that she had now turned her back on Zayda's focused eyes, she reached back and grabbed Evian's cock to place it at the entrance of her pussy so she could descend immediately to take a quarter of the length in- plugging her pussy and preventing her from leaking even more of Evian's cum.

She then wrapped her arms around Evian's neck and pressed her face into the crook of his neck while he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her the rest of the way down.

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Zayda watched as Evian's large cock left Ember's pussy only to powerfully go back in with the Redhead's snatch accepting it readily with the consistent moans and groans whose volume she still tried to keep low.

Zayda had been in the voyeuristic game for years- Centuries.

Ever since she walked in on her parents engaged in the lewd act, she had been so pulled in by how primal it looked. How her mother grunted and her father groaned just complemented each other.

They never knew she watched them, they were too lost in their passion and once that ended, she became keen for any moment they engaged in the activity again just so she could be there to watch and they never knew- She never told them. Up until they died natural deaths as the non-cultivators they were. Romping until the very end.

Before their death though, Zayda made a discovery;

Others engaged in the act as well.

Any man and woman pair she saw, she studied, and should they be intimate, she would be there to watch. Years of that, of watching seeds getting pumped into pussies and getting sprayed on backs and tits, heightened her senses for that particular activity to the intensity and precision of even being mistaken as pre-cognizance.

Anyway, never in all her voyeuristic experience had she been mentally impacted as hard as she was when she looked up from the cock entering and exiting and into Evian's face.

His eyes, grey as they were, his lips suggestive as they were, did not just show a desire to have her join in (she had seen those before and never cared for them), No, they showed a desire to dominate...

... As though to render her as some- some sort of slave. Like it was a non-negotiable price she needed to pay for being treated to such a magnificent show.