Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Chapter 210: Touchdown {R-18}

"~Ohhh Yes— Oh Fuck!~"

With her hand at the back of Evian's neck, holding him close, the flight attendant moaned into his ear, pulling him out of his thoughts on how he had gotten into the flying carriage so he could focus on what was happening now that he was on it.

Evian smiled to himself with his hands still gripping her cheeks. He remained seated while he let her do all the work, reveling in the wonders of her gripping snatch. As she groaned and rutted against him, he had hardly a choice but to follow along.

Whatever fastening held the top part of the hostess' uniform close quickly fell open which caused her tits to topple out for Evian's hearty manipulations. When she pulled away from him so she could raise her face toward the ceiling and groan her pleasure, Evian seized one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked.

"~Yes, suck on it. Suck on it hard!~"

Evian complied while maneuvering one of the hands he had on her backside up her body until he had a tight grip on her other breast and squeezed.

The Hostess' knees, folded on either side of his body, shook from the pleasure.

At that moment, the voice of the Carriage pilot traveled all over the insides with new information,

"We are currently under check by Sacrosanct Authorities. Passengers, please remain seated."

"~FUCK!!!~"

Almost as though the urgency of the eventual landing had spurred her on, the Hostess vibrated intensely against Evian's body. Bucking hard with his cock still lodged deep within her snatch.

Evian took his mouth off her nipple and grabbed it with his fingers, pinching hard and pulling them much to her delight while he cast his eyes out the Carriage window. He could now get a view of Sacrosanct from above and it was magnificent.

The buildings were tall and gleaming with a level of prestige that, whether intentionally or not, would strike a Devout out on a pilgrimage with a wave of attachment to the faith and likely force the said Devout to their knees saying payers to the gods that be.

Knowing the structures he was viewing held Spiritual importance only added to Evian's excitement considering his already ongoing activities and he began to buck his lower half into the Hoestess' welcoming crotch.

*PAH* *PAH* *PAH*

With every thrust was a new volume of juices getting spewed. Wetting Evian's laps and the insides of the cavern he was exploring creating a slippery sensation that tried its hardest to push his rod out of the wet wonders but was perfectly countered by the muscled grip of the Hostess' insides.

Surrounded and gripped with a jaw-clenching strength, Evian was finding it harder and harder to keep from climaxing but he held on… He held on for the sweet music he knew was coming.

And sure enough,

"~AHHHHNNNNNNN- YESSSSSSSSSS, I'M CUMMMINNNNGGGGGGGG!!!~" the Hostess let out as her body reached the edge and went over it, tossing her into the spasmodic hold of orgasm.

Her yell was incredibly loud and neither she nor Evian tried to keep it shut. Evian because he was shameless and didn't care who heard him bringing a woman to climax and the Hostess because the Private room was built for privacy. It was essentially built for this sort of activity.

The sight of a set of beautiful tits trembling right before his eyes as well as the feel of a vibrating woman holding herself hard against his body was finally Evian's undoing and with one final thrust, he spewed his seeds into the Hostess' wanting snatch.

The warmth of Evian's cum hitting her sensitive insides set the Hostess down another path of pleasure but unlike the aggressive pleasure she just endured, this was gentler —comfortable and with one hand over her stomach, she found herself wondering how nice it would be to bring forth a child from this perfect man.

If her child could just have his face, its life would be set, she thought. How was she to know that a cold chill that followed the warmth splashed inside her killed any hopes of that dream?

The voice of the Pilot pulled the Hostess out of her fantasies;

"We've arrived at Sacrosanct."

The Hostess reluctantly pulled herself from Evian's body and began rearranging her clothing. It said something of her professionalism that she was looking prim and proper in mere seconds. Her short hemline and body-hugging uniform as sexy as they had been when the Flying Carriage first began its flight.

"Well, that was fun," Evian said with a smile as he discarded his clothes for a new pair.

"Yes, it was," the Hostess said with her face flushed red. She looked like she was about to ask for another round but held herself back with common sense telling her she could not. With a prompt clearing of her throat, she flashed Evian a 'professional' smile that could not help but look slutty,

"We will disembark shortly."

With that, she opened the door to the private room, walked out of it, and shut it behind her.

Evian watched her walk away, her ass swaying enticingly. He had certainly not disliked his time with her. He wondered if they would meet again —perhaps when it was time for the Emissary to leave Sacrosanct— but then he shook his head at how improbable that was.

He looked out the window again and saw Arcanists dressed in official uniforms standing guard and he grinned right before a hammering on his door jolted his attention away from the scenery,

"Young Master, Evian. The Knight Entourage exit first." a voice yelled from behind the door.

Evian rolled his eyes as he pulled open the door, revealing a tall man dressed in a sleeveless blue robe that was patterned with Pink flowers.

"Sir Armin, I am aware. And again, it's just Evian," Evian said, walking past the Knight and heading towards the rendezvous point with the others from the entourage group officially sent by the Martial Temple.

"As I have already said, Young master, You are currently a proxy of Lady Astrid. You hold too much importance for me to call you simply by name.

I trust your time in the private room was pleasant?"

"It was," Evian said, "You're not sulking that I didn't let you in, are you?"

"Of course not. The Carriage had more than enough space to accommodate me. I am simply glad you traveled with comfort. As Proxy of the Golden Child, you only deserve the best."

"Please, just stop with the Proxy stuff."

"I cannot. If I don't mention it, how will the others know to treat you with respect."

"I don't care about the others," Evian said and he meant it. Being a part of this entourage was a means to an end; the End being getting to Sacrosanct.

Yes, Astrid had alluded to giving him some kind of mission but he had pushed that from his mind. He was not here for any official business. He was here to meet Daria. There will be 'fooling' around and some sightseeing, that's it. Maybe there would be the eating of the Souls of some Arcanists but that was simply because Evian had a feeling he would not be able to help himself. Stay informed at m-vl-em,pyr

"Nice of you to finally join us," A female Knight said to Evian with a scoff when he finally drew close to the entourage.

"Olivia," Evian said simply, in greeting.

Like many Knights in the Martial Temple, Olivia Harden admired Astrid Renan —Adored her actually— and had been very excited to serve alongside her as an entourage for the Royal Emissary so you could imagine her disappointment when Astrid declined and claimed she would send a proxy.

Looking at Evian, Olivia could not, for the life of her, wrap her head around the fact that he was the one Astrid had chosen. "All you have going for you is your face," she had told Evian with a frown when he flashed her the bronze Seal that certified him as a 6th Rank Knight.

"It's 'Dame Olivia' to you, Peon. I like to believe I don't have to remind you that I am your superior. Within the entourage and the Martial Temple."

"You're letting formalities get between a blossoming relationship," Evian said with a shake of his head, "Shame."

Olivia's cute face flushed at the word 'Relationship' and the start of her next sentence of words was a stammer,

"Just get in line."

"What's the holdup?" a silky voice asked suddenly and all eyes turned to face an effeminate man flanked by two ladies who had their heads constantly bowed in deference.

"Your Excellency," Olivia said with a bow but there was a twitch at the corner of her eyes that hinted at some bad blood between her and this important fellow.

The look the man gave her told Evian the feeling was mutual.

The man was Dolan Karsten. A member of the Karsten family who had long created men and women who served the Royal court and in terms of social hierarchy, such families held standings that were only surpassed by the Royal Family itself, as well as top Echelons of both the Martial Temple and the Arcane Church.

Ordinarily, Olivia did not have enough of a standing to be on equal footing with Dolan Karsten but the gap in their status was further widened by the fact that Dolan had been conferred the title of Ambassador.

For the duration of this expedition, he was a representative of the Royal Family and all must obey.

Dolan was fully aware of this and with his eyes roaming, it was clear he was all too eager to showcase his power.