Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Chapter 76: Should Have Knocked {R-18}

Daria thrust her hand into Evian's open shirt, moving her digits until they were grabbing the flexing muscles of his back while she pulled him against herself.

With her tongue in his mouth wrestling against his while she raised her legs to grab tight to his hips all the while rocking her crotch against his groin, it was impossible for Evian not to get excited but even then, he found the clarity to chuckle against her lips before pulling away.

"Impatience," he said.

Daria blinked,

"You don't want to?" she asked.

Evian chuckled as he stood to his feet,

"I'll never not want to," he said, "But, it can wait."

He took off his bloody clothes and went off into his bath to get himself clean of the blood of his kills. Daria joined him with her eyes roaming over his body but held back from instigating a session.

As he washed himself clean, Evian frowned and stared right ahead. In his mind, he saw the bodies of the dead Stygian Knights. What that mental image aroused in him was not really a pity for them but rather a realization of just how far things had gone.

As though in an attempt to clear his mind, Evian ducked his head underwater, emerging to the surface while brushing his hand through his wet locks and creating an image Daria was finding it hard to keep away from.

"I should meet with my Father," he said suddenly.

"What?" Daria blinked, barely catching his words on account of the suddenness with which they had pulled her out of her quickly spinning fantasies.

*Splash*

Disturbing the body of water, Evian stepped out of it with just a hint of urgency,

"My Father," he clarified for Daria's benefit, "I basically caused all this. Courtesy demands I at least show myself now that I've returned to the Estate."

He walked out of the bath while dabbing his wet hair to dry it and was only vaguely aware of Daria following him.

"That's quite responsible of you," the Witch said. Her milky breasts enticingly dotted by clear, sweet-smelling water droplets.

Evian chuckled,

"Don't sound so surprised," he said before his eyes widened when he found himself tethered.

He looked down and found a chain wrapped around his chest leaving his arms somewhat free while restricting his movement. He raised one of his hands and touched the chain, feeling as it radiated the might of the Fourth Arcane Circle.

"You know, for a spell you were reluctant to learn, you're getting quite comfortable using it," Evian laughed as he turned around slowly to stare at Daria who had taken on her spell-casting stance.

The Witch sniggered at his words and with control of the spell Circle she used to conjure the chain, she tugged at it and pulled Evian about two feet closer.

Evian didn't bother straining against the spell. Apart from the fact that Daria had no malice radiating from her at all, he also had barely a chance of breaking free of the chain.

"I'm afraid I can't let you go," Daria said with a light smile.

"Bondage play?" Evian asked her with a raised brow, "Not really my style if I'm being honest."

For a response, Daria swung the chain and sent Evian to the bed on his back. The chain dissipated into wispy magical energy and the very next second, shuttled by a quickly cast movement spell, Daria was on top of him straddling his waist while her hand rubbed across his chest.

Evian chuckled at her magical display. Daria ignored the sound and just leaned over him to kiss his neck. As she ground her moistening neither lips into his hardening cock, the Witch whispered into Evian's ear,

"Responsibility can wait."

Even shrugged as he raised his hands and placed them on her hips, squeezing and sinking his fingers into her supple flesh,

"Maybe it can."

Daria went from kissing his neck to sucking it. She sucked hard enough to leave a hickey before she shifted to tiny nibbles that trailed until she had Evian's earlobe in her mouth. Her hands were both in his hair almost like she was holding him in place and to reciprocate the attention he got, Evian nuzzled his face into any part of her face he could reach.

The smoothness of her skin was soothing and the smell of her body was intoxicating. His hands went from simply grabbing and squeezing her hips to rubbing over her ass while Daria's gyrations kicked up a notch.

Every part of the Witch's body was aroused with her urge. She raised herself with one hand on Evian's chest as though intent on keeping his back pressed into the bed.

Daria inched backward a bit in her straddle of Evian's body until his cock was standing proudly right before her eyes. She wrapped a hand around the throbbing organ and squeezed as tight as her grip allowed before stroking.

With the wondrous rod in her hand, an interest to taste was sparked and she began working her way down until she was in position to stretch out her tongue and lick the veiny protrusions.

With every live to every side, she moistened the rod while the feeling of her tongue on him increased Evian's excitement and caused a notable swelling in his cock. Daria liked that.

Licks turned into light suckles until she took the head into her mouth and gobbled it up in a tight suck that caused Evian's toes to curl.

"Oh, the wonders of your mouth," he said with a chuckle while using both his hands to brush her hair out her face before keeping them in place to have an unobstructed view of her beautiful face.

He watched as her cheeks lit up and she smiled with her mouth a tight vacuum around his cock head in response to his comment which only spurred her on to suck even harder.

Daria desired Evian's discharge. The thought of his cock spurting his warm seed into her mouth and down her throat was exciting but there was something else that enticed her more. And Evian's cock being slick with her saliva only increased that enticement.

"I want you in me," she confessed as she rose and went back to straddling Evian's waist.

"Then put me there," Evian told her with a breathy tone that intensified the shivers already running through her body.

*Fap* *Fap*

A couple more strokes and Daria lifted herself off Evian's body enough to position his cock at her entrance and then she descended and took the entire length all at once only to grind and move the majestic tool around inside her snatch, lighting her up with pleasure.

She pressed her palms into his chest before digging in her fingers as though to get her nails to get a grip on her Lover's flesh.

Evian hardly minded the prickling feeling. His attention was all on the delights his cock was enjoying surrounded and clenched by Daria's excited and constricting insides.

While one of his hands remained on her ass, holding on tight as Daria began to ascend and descend atop his stiff pole, Evian took his other hand on an exploration. He touched her side where she had been cut. The wound was completely healed by now and the blood washed away but Evian could somehow still see it.

He rubbed the area as gently as he had done before, desiring to kiss the spot but accepting it was impossible for him at the moment so his exploration continued up her body. He felt the ridges of the Witch's ribs while working up to her breasts that were flopping up and down in delightful unison in accordance with Daria's self-thrusts.

He grabbed one and squeezed, as marveled as he had ever been with that part of her anatomy.

As usual, feeling Evian's hand on her body had every bit to do with Daria's ongoing arousal. It spiked up her need to rock him. To clench around his cock and journey to sweet release.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

This was not an avenue to hold back her climax in some sort of contest with Evian. She wanted that orgasm- she needed it.

Every action she made was to that end.

"~Oh- Oh Yesss~... ~Al-Always so goood~"

With mewling falling off Daria's lips, Evian no longer lay idle on the soft foams of the bed. He jerked, appearing almost like he was intent on pushing his cock even deeper into Daria's pussy than it already was. Even as it hit the very end, giving the Witch an ache that always transformed into pleasure, he pushed for more.

He desired more.

And for that, he moved for a position changed.

...

Lady Myrine walked the corridors towards her son's Room with purpose.

Gone without so much as informing her of his departure even as a mere courtesy in a time of insecurity that he had a hand in, she wanted to give him a piece of her mind.

"And to think he returned here with the Witch," Myrine mumbled in annoyed remembrance of the news she had received, "I knew she was involved!"

When she arrived at the door, she acted as she always had, burst it open without a care to knock.

She should have knocked.

The noise-canceling had spared her of what went on behind the door but once it opened, she was smacked with the sounds of pleasured moans.

"~Oh Evian Yesss~"

Myrine saw the Witch yell out happily and then she saw her son smack his pelvis against her ass with the sharp sound of impact,

*PAH*

'E-Evian," she thought with her eyes wide, 'W-What is this?'

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