Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Chapter 45: Denied For Days {R-18}

-Two Days Later-

Things escalated faster than anyone in the Stygian Estate could have expected. Well, everyone except Evian who had basically predicted the outcome;

The first reach-out Lord Stygian made to the Larnak Estate was sent right back with a pompous request by Herbert Larnak for Evian to be surrendered and punished for his crimes against the Larnak Estate.

"Your bastard of a son has killed my men in the double digits, he has no care for their lives and attacks them unprovoked while so clearly being in the wrong.

Hand him over and we shall do due diligence!" Said Larnak's angry message.

Lord Stygian frowned, gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, and immediately sent a response.

"You have no right- absolutely no fucking right to ask for my son in the name of your 'Justice'. You lost that right when you infiltrated my home, and desecreated the delicate peace between our Territories!"

Almost immediately the message reached Herbert Larnak's ears, he picked up his Communication bracelet and finally gave his Collegeue the grace of hearing his voice as angry and unreasonable as it was.

"Your son desecrated the peace first. He allied with insurgents in my Territory and stole from me!"

"I don't care!" Lord Stygian yelled into his bracelet with as much stubbornness as he was getting from the other side,

"You could have come to me first. That's the way to go about these things but you didn't."

Larnak sniggered.

"Come to you?" he asked in a mocking tone, "Why the hell would I do that? For all I know, you are very much a part of this and just using your son as a medium to avoid accountability.

Well, no more!

Give him up, have him cooperate, and give the names of his accomplices in that preposterous Resistance or There will be War, Averill. I will not be insulted!"

Following that final volatile conversation came the mass movement of Larnak forces all mobilised and ready to attack.

The same was the case in the Stygian Territory. If peace was only achievable by giving in to Larnak's demands, then there could be no peace.

"So we're seriously going to war?" Adrian asked with wide eyes once the declaration was made.

Lord Stygian nodded.

"Very likely, Son."

Adrian frowned deeply.

"Because of that sick scum?"

"Adrian!" Lady Myrine cautioned and he rounded on her.

"What? He was sick- He was dying and was still being problematic!"

Never once, since he had lived, had Adrian experienced war. Even while currently being in the Third Order, he had never spilled human blood so the imminent danger worried him, and that worry turned into Fear that he directed completely at Evian.

"Where is he even?" Adrian asked as he cast his eyes about the meeting hall and then he snorted in derision,

"He started all this and he's not even here. Typical of that Self-centered piece of Shit!"

Evian was indeed not present.

No matter how many Guards were stationed by his door and entrusted with the job of keeping an eye on him, once it was Morning, Evian would find a way to slip out.

No one knew exactly what he was doing out of the Estate but given recent events, they could all take all take a guess.

...

-The Larnak Estate-

"Mmm..."

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Grk*

Yvette was on her knees greedily and diligently slobbering all over the cock of a grey-haired, grey-eyed young man decked in opened Larnak Military attire all so she could get out that sweet nectar stored in copious amounts within his balls.

Evian winced a bit at a particularly hard suction force she used and then he chuckled before he placed a hand on her head. His fingers filtered through her black hair.

"Relax. Take your time. I'm here till you are well and truly satisfied."

Yvette glared up at him and then took her mouth off his cock to showcase a frown.

"Relax? You've denied me for two days!" she said in annoyance before getting right back to sucking. Increasing her effort and working her two-handed grip on the hefty organ.

The Lady of the Larnak had had a taste of the good stuff and masturbation was even less effective in curbing her desires.

The talks of a potential Turf war between the Larnak and Stygian Territories were none of her business. Not because she did not have the strength to participate but because what she still desired above all else was release.

So much did she desire what she had so intensely felt at Evian's hands that she, on more than one occasion, considered a journey to Daria's home in the Stygian Territory in hopes that Evian would make another impromptu appearance. She would have done it too had it not been in a time of insecurity where the journey between the two Territories would raise too many eyebrows than she could risk.

And even then, Yvette was tempted to risk it and she very likely would have had Evian not suddenly appeared in her room dressed like a Larnak Estate Guard. A disguise he had obviously used to skulk the grounds.

Yvette was alone as she usually was in moments of sexual frustration but she doubted Evian had bothered or cared to check ahead. Despite the nonchalant smile on her illicit lover's face, Yvette was sure he desired her too.

She wasn't wrong.

This was why when she ran into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her large breasts against his chest as she captured his lips in a hard kiss, Evian reciprocated.

Her lips were as deliciously full as ever, having a kind of detectable taste that had Evian feeling giddy even if he would never show or admit it.

Her scent was as sweet-smelling as ever with that mature voice that had his cock raging in his pants.

His hand went down until they were above the arch of her ass and he grabbed and squeezed while pulling her even harder against his body while his tongue was jammed right down her throat.

As Evian's tongue completely squashed hers in their brief battle of dominance, Yvette took her arms off his neck and down to his pants. Loosening the fastening and letting it fall to his ankles all so she could have unhindered access to his hard cock.

She grabbed the organ with both her hands and with a commendable presence of mind, she turned them around and led the way to her bed where she sat Evian down and started feeding herself with his cock.

There was no question she cared to ask.

If it did not involve getting him to shoot his seed into her mouth and then down her throat into her stomach, then it was not important.

"Nghhh- Impressive." Evian groaned.

Yvette's tongue stretched out, wound around Evian's cock with an impressive grip as she aimed to pull him even more into her mouth. She succeeded but did not stop.

Slowly but surely, Evian's cock slid down Yvette's throat and was treated to a warm and tight oral constricting that had him groaning and leaning back on Yvette's bed while occasionally thrusting his hips to lodge even more of his inches down her gullet.

Yvette welcomed the thrusts without her hands leaving the base of Evian's cock. Consistently twisting and gripping all with the intention of bringing Evian to that delicious climax.

She diligently worked on the organ for half an hour with consistent motion, consistent sucking, lapping, and gagging before Evian finally decided to bless her with what she so heartily wished for.

Yvette's eyelids fluttered as she struggled to keep herself lucid as Evian's warm gushing seed fired past her mouth, down her throat, and into her stomach.

She placed a hand over her abdomen all through the filling. When the supply finally ran out, she slowly pulled her mouth off Evian's dick, sucking him hard all the way out to get any residual drops.

*Plop*

When the organ was finally free of her maw, Yvette allowed herself to enjoy the taste of the seed she had collected in her mouth. She was so focused on that taste as well as pulling every drop that escaped out the corner of her lips back into her mouth that she was almost completely oblivious when Evian lifted her off the ground, stripped her of her flimsy gown, and dropped her on the bed.

His finger stroked her soaking wet pussy lips, his attention focused on the hard nub right at the top just begging for his touch.

"Oh, the wanton desire I can feel from this area," Evian said with a smile as he rubbed the nub causing Yvette to arch her back and thrust her hips at him.

Evian watched her move and wiggle with a twinkle in his eyes. He enjoyed the power he had over her. How she just ached to feel him.

He licked his lips at the delicious sight.

"Incredible."