Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Chapter 66: Breakdown Of Inhibitions {R-18}

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Erik Lockheart was a man of business. Despite lacking the physical or spiritual fortification that allowed cultivators to spend hours of the night awake, he still always dedicated and sacrificed hours of sleep to properly tend to his affairs.

Tonight was one such night.

After the conversation at dinner with that pretentious pretty boy Evian Stygian and urged on by his daughter to give in to his request, Erik had decided to put in a call to the Renam Estate.

While he and Frida Renan were on friendly terms, it would be foolish of him to simply drop in, especially when he wasn't visiting alone.

The call was quick. Gracious as ever, Frida Renan stated that her doors were opened to the visitors if Erik could truly vouch for them.

"I can," Erik said quietly, " I think."

"What's the reason for their visit?" Frida asked, her voice so melodious, it caused the redheaded man's heart to ache,

"Political," Erik answered. His voice calm.

There was a few seconds of silence before Frida let out a long sigh from the other side.

"Fine. Bring them over," she said in a nonchalant tone.

"Thank you," Erik said, his smile as wide as ever, "You're ever so gracious."

"If that is all, I will end this now," Frida Renan said from the other side.

Erik's lips twitched and he let out a nervous chuckle,

"Of course, of course," he said and that was it.

Leaning back in his chair, Erik Lockheart rubbed his eyes as he let out a sigh. He tried to get right back to work but his mind wandered so he decided a night stroll of his mansion was in order.

He walked his corridors, with no actual destination in mind but perhaps driven by an unconscious part of his mind that dwelled on the heated conversation he had with his daughter at dinner that night, the Redheaded merchant found himself walking ever closer to her room.

*Sigh*

When he realized where his legs had led him, Erik let out a long breath. Even if he knocked and probably woke her from her sleep, what would he say? What more was there to say that had not been said since she returned late that afternoon?...

"... ~Ahhhhnnnnnn~"

Erik's ears perked, whatever thoughts troubled him were immediately washed away and replaced with confusion.

'What was that?' he asked himself.

"~AHHHHHNNNNNNNN~ ~OHHHHHHHH~... FUCK! Right THERE!"

As more words seeped out from behind the closed doors in a continuous stream, Erik tried to take a step forward but paused and became rooted to the spot, his eyes widening with every profane word he heard while being able to recognize his daughter's voice, despite how pleasure-ridden it was.

"Are those- Is she moaning?" Erik mumbled with a look of horror,

"My little girl!"

His body finally loosened and he took hurried steps forward, raised a fist to strike against the door but then paused as he was thrust into a dilemma;

What right did he have to interrupt what was obviously a private moment?

Also, was he prepared for the sight that awaited him beyond those doors?

'Screw that! I want to see that bastard that dared touch her!'

Psyching himself up, Erik again made to strike the door only to stop when yet another stream of sounds reached his ears.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

"OH, YESSS! EVIAN RIGHT THERE... MORE... GIVE ME MORE!!! I WANT MORE! DON'T STOP... DON'T FUCKING STOP!"

The sounds did not stop...

Neither did the impact of flesh smacking into flesh nor the more silent squelching of wetness and certainly not the series of sexual moans and groans that leaked from Ember's unseen lips.

Erik's hand slacked, the anger that riled him up to act melted away, and with his shoulders slumped, he turned from the door and walked away. His night stroll was over and it was time to retire to his room... Alas, with what he knew was happening to his daughter in his own home, he was very likely to find it hard to fall asleep but what did that matter?

He would find it hard to do anything that night anyway... Getting some rest seemed his best bet.

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Meanwhile, behind closed doors, oblivious and uncaring of any external attention they were getting, Evian and Ember remained sensually hard at work.

An hour of having Evian shove his cock in and out of her pussy had turned Ember putty in her lover's hand. She allowed herself to be put in whatever position he deemed fit for the session... She just moaned in acceptance as a dutiful student in the hand of her master, assured that whatever decisions Evian took would keep the pleasure constant.

She wasn't wrong.

At the moment, her chest was pressed into their bed, one of the many pillows that littered her bed now positioned underneath her stomach to prop her in a perfect angle for Evian's enthusiastically smacking pelvis.

With one hand on her back, gently keeping her against the bed and his hips driving back and forth with consistency, Evian grinned at the grip of her snatch and let his cock run wild in the Redhead's pussy.

Having given up on keeping things quiet, Ember no longer adopted her sound-muffling tactics and let her moans and groans spread out and wide. Evian considered this an absolute win and he showed that with the undulation of his hips and the manners in which he had his cock moving in his lover's snatch, hitting those glorious angles.

Having held back his very first load of the session ever since they started, Evian found himself barreling towards the edge he had pushed Ember to many times already.

He leaned over her body and buried his face in the crook of her neck while his hips jerked hard multiple times as he pumped large volumes of his cum deep inside her receiving pussy.

"~Mmmmmmm~"

With legs wide to accommodate Evian between them, Ember's body shuddered as the streams of Evian's warm seeds flooded into her pussy, filling her in a way his cock had not already done. When a cold stream of Eldritch energy followed almost immediately after, the feeling mellowed into a steady ecstatic rate that kept Ember's mewling consistent even as Evian turned them over until she was now lying her back against his chest.

Even as his cock kept spurting into Ember's snatch, Evian never stopped thrusting. His cock showed no indication of softening anytime soon and he certainly did not yet feel satisfied.

Ember raised one hand to grab his head and hold him as his lips remained stuck in the crook of her neck while his cock seemed to be thrusting to shove his seeds even deeper inside her body.

She reached her second hand down and placed it over her stomach where she could almost feel the warmth of Evian's cum radiating out through her skin while it battled against the cold energy of death.

Whether or not she understood the phenomenon going on within her, one thing was clear; Ember wanted to feel more of it.

She pulled herself up until she was straddling Evian with his cock still hard within her and still being gripped and milked by her inner muscles. Following examples Evian had shown her with his thrusts, Ember raised herself slowly until more than half of Evian's dick was out of her pussy and then she descended hard.

*PAH*

"Nggghhh*

Again, she went up, and again and descended, this time unknowingly angling the organ within herself and hitting a part of her insides that spiked her with an ache,

"Ah," she let out at the surprised pain only to grind and gyrate when that ache melted into some kind of debilitating pleasure aimed at canceling any iota of self-control she possessed.

*Pah*

"~Ohh~"

*PAH*

"~Ahn~ This- haha- This is fun! ~NNGGGHHHH~"

*Pah*

*Pah*

*Pah*

With each thrust came confidence as well as an understanding of just what angles she needed to hit to elicit a climax and with that understanding came a complete breakdown of inhibitions and an outburst of libido all of which Ember appeared intent to exercise.

Ever the enabler, Evian grabbed her waist intent on keeping her steady and giving her the required support she needed to go wild atop his cock... And wild she went.

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