Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

"~Hmmm~ Hmph!"

Daria let out a sound of surprise when Evian suddenly turned her around and pressed her against the door while pressing himself gaeder against her sexy frame all the while without taking his lips off hers.

There were some things Daria wanted to ask. One of them being, how he came to become a part of an Official delegation.

She realized a lot must have happened since they were apart and from his body, she could feel an increase in strength that spoke to that effect but the idea of asking questions seemed all too silly when Evian's tongue was licking at her lips as though seeking deeper entry.

She gave him that entry quickly by pulling her lips apart but even then, Evian remained outside of her mouth. He licked her lips, and trailed lightly, sensitively while his body shook like he was barely keeping a great deal of excitement in check.

And then he made his entry. Slowly, with such a drawn-out sequence, it was clear that he was savoring it. While Daria was enjoying the feel of it, Evian realized this was turning out to be slightly more difficult than he anticipated.

There was this strong need deep inside him, gnawing at him and he found that it was stronger than he had anticipated. He had missed Daria than he had been conscious about and now there were two sides of his mind, opposing each other while he tried to focus on the feel of her skin beneath his hands and the flimsy material of her gown.

One part of his mind wanted to savor this meal (so to speak) to go at it gently while stuck on the thought that this was not something he would get to enjoy for a long period. This part of his mind was logical.

Even though the pleasure was quickly submerging Evian's whole being, this part of his mind was paying attention to the situation quite lucidly. If Daria was here, in the Santorum and doing the bidding of the council of Arcane Cardinal Priests, then her role in the Holy City was beyond that of the average Arcanist.

The fact that those they had passed in the corridors had deferred to her with some level of respect attested to this fact.

If Daria's role in the Arcane Church was so important, Evian believed she would be inclined to stay behind. When he sought her out, he had not done so to bring her away with him because he had not thought she needed his rescuing. He hoped to ascertain some means to communicate with her better in the future and plan further visits and that was it.

Alas, now that he was here, now that he had her body against his, her lips on his, his member quickly raging with the desire to return to the caverns it had explored extensively once before, Evian considered a change to his previously established plan but his still-lucid mind accepted that the idea did not hold much merit.

His lucid mind, or at least the lucid part of his mind, noted that this was one of many finite numbers of sessions he would get with Daria before another long-term separation and thus urged that he take care to truly enjoy it.

The other part of his mind though, —the less lucid part— refused to be bothered by all the schematics of the situation. It just raged to thrust. To thrust for as long and as powerfully as Evian could manage. It raged to pull Daria deep into the depths of his desire and completely overwhelm her mind so any thoughts of a schedule completely vanished from her head.

Screw the 'super-official' meeting in a few hours…

Screw the rest of the delegates who were going to wonder what had become of him during his 'punishment'…

Screw anything and everything that did not involve this very moment and the aggressive rutting that was about to take place.

The two parts of Evian's mind fought for preeminence and the result was the 'tremble' all over Evian's body but like many times throughout the new life he had started to live ever since he arrived in this world, Evian seized control of himself.

Gentle…?

Raging...?

Who gave a flying fuck?

He grabbed one of Daria's thighs and raised them so they were in line with his waist. The Witch wrapped her leg around him and her crotch could feel the hardening in his groin.

She smiled at the feel of it. She ground herself against it, moaning all the way.

She pulled her lips from Evian's. Resting her head against the door behind her,

"~Mmm- You really are happy to see me- Ahnnn~"

"Of course, I am," Evian said, "You've been missed."

Daria's face lit up at the sound of that. She raised her second leg and wrapped it around Evian's waist so her weight was now supported by his strong torso and the door behind her. She leaned close to press her forehead against Evian's so that their eyes were staring into each other's. Black pearls into cold grey orbs that, held a type of warmth nonetheless.

"How much?" she asked, her tone teasing.

"So much," Evian said and as though to add some extra weight to his words, one of his hands left her waist and went beneath the material of her gown to rub against the smooth skin of her ass.

Daria smiled even more at the feel of it while her humping against him continued almost instinctively,

"You haven't been keeping busy in my absence?" she asked.

"Well," Evian said with a suggestive look to the side, "I do have needs."

"That you do," Daria said with a mockingly fake pouting expression, "And yet, this feeling of yours as you hold on to me— It seems much too intense for someone who has had their needs met multiple times already."

"You know that's not how it works with me," Evian told her, his eyes still boring into hers, "Besides, you're special."

"Ha, I'm sure you say that to all your women," Daria said while letting out an amused chuckle but then she moaned, "Still sweet to hear though."

"And It IS true," Evian said, "Never doubt that."

He grabbed her lips then and Daria took her hands off whatever part of his body they had been on to grab the front of his clothes and pull them apart to expose his chest to her roaming touch.

Evian raised one of his hands, the one not rubbing on her ass, and grabbed the single shoulder strap that held her gown up to pull it down while simultaneously taking his lips off hers so he could pepper the skin of her shoulder with kisses that lit Daria up like a Christmas tree.

Her upper body gained a uniform spread of red hue while every part of her body tingled with electricity from those carefully placed yet numerous kisses and then she groaned when Evian's lips began to move away from her shoulder and to her neck.

One of her hands was now around his neck, pulling him close so her fairly exposed tits could press into his very exposed chest while her other hand snuck into the locks of his grey hair. She grabbed locks of the fine-feeling hair and used them as grips to pull his lips against her neck and keep him there.

Her moans got louder and her groans got deeper when Evian let out his tongue and licked her neck.

He groaned at the taste as though he was enjoying the dews of perspiration and, filled with a desire to have pleased him with that part of her body, Daria sought to encourage him to indulge further by turning her head to the side at an angle and exposing her neck to further exploration.

Evian took the invitation while tightening his grip on the flesh of her ass. Marveling as his fingers sunk into warm and pliable flesh that invited him to delve deeper— squeeze harder, which he did much to Daria's delight.

When she could eventually no longer hold herself back from reclaiming his lips, Daria pulled her neck back and smacked their lips together once again while doubling her effort to free him from his upper clothing.

She succeeded and Evian made it easier for her by taking his hands off her body long enough to get his arms out of his sleeves. Because the type of robes Evian had on had the upper part fastened to the lower half with a fastener she could not reach in her position, the garment just hung off Evian's waist.

Daria didn't mind of course. She had gotten what she wanted and Evian's upper body was hers to adore. She rubbed her hands all over him and infused Spiritual energy into her touches to better her observation of the minute developments to the perfection that was his body.

"*Gasp* When did you get those?" Daria asked with her mouth open in surprise.

With Spiritual energy, Evian's soul-branded tattoos became clear to see even though they remained well beneath the surface.

"Recently," Evian said simply.

"They- They're intriguing," Daria mumbled. She remembered seeing similar tattoos on Gryon while battling in the Larnak Territory at Verdelen City but it did not take much to be able to tell Gryon's branding had been physical.

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Evian's were different and to think he would choose to have his Soul branded instead of his skin, —a procedure Arcanists would not dare attempt for fear of permanently damaging their souls— seemed like an act that teetered the line of ingenious and very ill-advised.

Daria wondered which side of the line Evian's decision fell.