Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

Chapter 83: You’ll Need It (*)

Evian picked the two very best Cultivation Manuscripts he could find and put them in his ring but he put the rest in the ring he got from Yvette.

As he had no connection with Yvette's ring, he couldn't view the contents but that didn't stop him from placing it against any object he wanted to store and watch as they were sucked in.

Although he kept a sizeable heap of the Larnak Gold, having never had much use for tangible wealth anyway (since the currency of his Decadence was Soul Points), Evian put the vast mountains of the Gold in Yvette's ring.

Every piece of jewelry that appeared Feminine (the majority) he put in Yvette's ring as well while he kept the manly-looking ones mostly for potential taunts. He had no real interest in decking himself with them.

He also kept the Weapons in Yvette's ring, glad it had the space to accommodate it all. He had no interest in any of them.

The Potions- He divided them almost evenly between the two rings. He had no use for them as a Wraith but he knew those who would find them useful. Especially as a potential bargaining chip. He did the same for the Potion Manuscripts.

He kept all Potion-making ingredients with himself and once the very last was stored inside his Spatial Ring, the Vault was empty and its walls gleamed almost in shame at being rendered void.

With Precision Phasing Evian sank into the ground and surfaced outside of the Vault staring at its enchanted doors with a greedy grin of satisfaction. He turned away and walked casually towards the entrance and the Guards placed there.

"*Sigh* I hate this place," one Guard said while holding his standard issue Guard spear in a vertical position as he tried to look beyond at their colleagues patrolling or actually being alert in positions of importance.

"Yeah, nothing ever happens." said the other before his body shook as a cold crept close.

Evian put himself between them and smiled,

"I can change that," he said.

The eyes of the Guards widened in horror. The fact that Evian was dressed in the Larnak Military uniform did not erase or cover up the malicious intent in his tone or the killing intent he was giving off and it certainly did nothing against the cold aura exuding from him in the form of a grey cloud.

*Whoosh*

One reacted faster than the other and leaped away from Evian. Alas, he also died first.

"Ack-" he let out as one of the Silver spearheads of Evian's Spear stabbed through his stomach before he got far.

With ease, Evian pulled the weapon out of his victim, and with a quick swing, he cut his throat so deeply, that it almost decapitated the head completely.

Being the first time Evian wielded the Spear, he was not an expert with the weapon but just as he had done when he wielded a sword, so long as he could move it, he could perform basic acts like swings and thrusts.

*Thud*

When the body of his fellow fell, the other Guard was finally spurred on. Rather than trying to get away like his colleague, he held up his Spear and struck it towards Evian.

Evian caught it, pushed it to the side, closed the distance between them, and stabbed the second silver Spearhead of his weapon into the Guard's chest, almost instantly ending his life.

Their deaths were quick and their blood was already flowing past the building by the time Evian left after having eaten their departing souls.

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-Yvette's Room-

Where Evian had wished for them to meet had never been a mystery to Yvette. She simply locked up her room doors and took off her gown to lay down on the bed and present her delectable self to her illicit Lover's ravishing gaze.

The tingling in her nethers had not reduced in intensity since the last time they were together mere minutes ago- If anything, the intensity was even greater.

The longer she waited, the more impatient she was and when Evian finally arrived, bypassing her locked doors or secured walls as she knew him capable of, Yvette grinned with joy.

"You're back," she said with her tone thick with her expectancy.

She got on all fours and crawled her way toward Evian as he took slow, collected steps toward the end of her bed. Yvette transitioned into a kneeling position before pressing her face into Evian's crotch and took a long whiff of that heady scent that inflamed her already high arousal.

She placed a hand over the bulge but before she could go further, Evian held out a hand with her ring balanced on his palm,

"Here," he told her with a smile, "I told you I'd bring it back."

"Never doubted you," Yvette said as she took it from him and slipped it back on her finger without paying it any real attention. She felt something else was more important and she got right back to it with her hand rubbing on Evian's crotch.

Evian chuckled and rolled his eyes,

"Look inside," he urged her.

"Oh," Yvette let out, "Alright."

It took less than a minute and her eyes widened,

"Where- Where did all this come from?" she asked in awe of the wealth and resources within.

"The Larnak Family Vault," Evian said.

That only intensified Yvette's awe.

The Larnak Family Vault was a part of the Larnak Estate she had never had access to. Not even the Larnaks had easy unsupervised access to it. In fact, in a time before Herbert's tyranny, the Head of the Family always had the good sense to not retrieve any of the contents on a whim. There were protocols to follow.

The reason a Vault even existed in the first place was to give the relatives the confidence that the future of the Family was secured and not strapped to the finger of any one individual to squander however he/she saw fit.

"You robbed the Family Vault?" she let out in disbelief.

"I robbed it."

Yvette paused. She blinked a few times at the casual tone of Evian's voice and then she let out a chuckle that turned into laughter,

"By the gods, you amuse me," she said, "But why give it to me though? Why put it in my ring?"

Evian shrugged,

"You should keep it," he said, "You'll need it more than me."

"Huh," Yvette said and chuckled again after she looked through the contents one more time,

"This is their communal wealth. Whatever they have individually is nothing compared to this. In times of war and after losing so many of their men, losing all these will cripple them even more.

This affects everything, including how well and how many Elites can be trained to replace the dead."

Evian nodded,

"I am aware," he said with a smile.

Yvette shook her head,

"This could ruin them even faster than the War," she said, "But that is your goal, isn't it?"

"No. No, it's not," Evian said, "My goal is to end Herbert's rule and replace him with you under the pretense of temporary Reagency.

You'll need all that Wealth if you ever hope to rebuild the Territory to its former glory."

Yvette rubbed the ring on her finger,

"I see," she said before she felt Evian's hand on her jaw. Stroking across her smooth skin before he pinched her chin and lifted.

She complied.

Still on her knees on the bed, she let herself get extended until Evian lowered his face and captured her lips. The conversation had put a pause to her arousal and urge but the pause was gone... The lewd was here.

She pulled apart his shirt and felt all over his chest before her hands went down and freed his cock to begin to stroke. When she pulled her lips away from Evian, it was to pepper every bit of his exposed skin with kisses as she slowly went down until her face was in line with his raging organ.

Back in the dining hall, she had not had the opportunity to taste it. She was not going to let that happen again.

*Fap* *Fap* *Fap*

She stroked hard and fast. Her wrist turned this way and that while her other hand pulled his pants down until they fell to his ankles all so she could have her eyes on his balls before grabbing them and fondling them.

A lesser man would have folded but Evian resisted. He allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure of the strokes but made sure not to get carried away so fast and spill his precious seeds for the greedy mature beauty kneeling before him to gobble up.

When the minutes ticked by and Evian remained stubborn, Yvette's mouth got to eager work. She took his cock head in and sucked before working her way forward, taking massive inch after massive inch of Evian's girthy organ down her gullet and all the while, her tongue did not relent.

It stretched, coiled underneath and around Evian's cock, coating it with saliva while it was engulfed in the warmth of her mouth.

Evian groaned at the intensity of the Fellatio and when the head of his cock slid down Yvette's throat and her nose moved ever closer to his pelvis, his hips jerked and his lover's eyes sparkled with lewd delight.

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