Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

'Where has this been all my life?' Aren asked herself even as remained totally in Evian's power while her ass continued to receive those steady and rhythmic smacks from his pelvis.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

As per her request, Evian held nothing back with his throat and the only time there was a pause in the sounds of flesh against flesh smacking together was when he moved Aren around for a change in position.

He grabbed both of her legs and stretched them up which caused an even more intense tightness of her pussy that was only balanced by her moistness caused by the abundance of her juices leaking out constantly.

With every impact Evian made with the very end of her pussy, Aren groaned in delight, and as the hours began to tick by, reaching midnight, she eventually reached her limit and fell unconscious after a particularly powerful climax that was stretched even longer when she felt Evian's warm seeds spill into her insides as though seeking to fill her up in a way his dick would not be able to do once he pulled out of her.

Of course, the cum, as ample in volume as they were, failed to replicate the filling sensation that Evian's cock gave but it still caused a temporary bulge in the Priestess' stomach that she caressed with a smile as she fell back on her platform and surrendered to the feeling of rest that had swarmed her.

With Aren no longer active to feed the platform she had created with Spiritual energy, it fizzled out, sending them to the ground with a promised impact but Evian made sure that didn't happen by gathering her in his arms and landing on the ground with a solid stance before taking them over to the sofa where he held the Priestess as she slept.

Aren woke hours later, at first confused as to where she was before then smiling when she realized her cheek was resting against Evian's chest. She snuggled even harder against the prominent pecs, moving her hands all over it adoringly,

"I thought you would have left?"

"How would I have?" Evian asked.

"Oh. Right," Aren said, reminded that she had indeed locked her doors with her special sequence of Spiritual energy and an attempt to break free would have created a ruckus that would have jolted her awake.

Of course, Evian could have left without all that trouble but there was no reason to mention that.

"Besides," he said instead, "You haven't told me where my comrades are?"

"Ah, yes," Aren said but she still did not surrender that information and instead wrapped her arms around his body while resting her cheek on him.

Evian smiled at her reluctance to let him up and then he let out a sigh while stroking his hand through her hair. He wasn't sure what to make of the Priestess but he wasn't at all averse to the show of affection. At the risk of feeling conceited, her reaction after their time together was expected and the infatuation would only grow.

Speaking of which, one of Aren's hands went away from being wrapped around him and reached down to his cock to grab and stroked.

She started slowly but quickly picked up in speed while she started to adjust her position on Evian's chest, kissing every part of his skin she could reach.

Her brown hair fanned over the sides of her face and when she dipped her face particularly over just to press her lips against Evian's skin and even use her teeth to graze his skin, her hair created an all-around curtain that kept her head hidden.

There was friction but that only excited Evian all the more which he showed in groans that spurred Aren on to continue her almost aggressive handjob.

In the hours that passed while she slept, Aren's body had completely absorbed Evian's seeds and she could have sworn there were beneficial effects it had granted her which was why she was all the more excited at the thought of getting to shoot even more.

A minute more of stroking and she straddled Evian's waist with her hand still holding his rod to now direct it towards her pussy and slowly ease it in.

Evian could not stop himself from sucking in a breath through his teeth. There was a way the ridges of the insides of a lady's snatch always grabbed his girth when an entry was made in this position and it seemed hiked up by a few notches with Aren and this was undoubtedly one of the reasons he reached out with his hands to grab her hips and pull her down so she took even more inches of his rod.

"~Nghhhh~"

Raising her head toward the ceiling, with her hands reaching up with a smooth motion and grabbing her breasts, Aren let out a groan which she appeared to have tried to stifle by biting her lower lip.

She kept her hands holding her breasts and squeezing their ample flesh even as she continued to go low until every inch of Evian's organ was buried deep inside her pussy. At certain intervals, she would pause her descent and rise until only the large head of the rod remained within her only to go back down and take even more inches on the end.

"~FUCK!!!~

She exclaimed when not only did Evian's dick head hit the Beth end of her velvet canal, but he seemed to swell even further and struck at angles Aren was only now realizing she had or could be pleasured.

Still with her tits in her hands, Aren started with rocking forward and back and then gyrating all so she could move the rod in all manner of directions and angles so it could discover new territory as it had already proven capable of doing.

Evian's hands went from her hips to her behind while he had his whee on the point where their bodies came together as though mesmerized at the mechanism going on and then, with the grin of a lusty Wraith that he was, he looked up at Aren's tits that were impossible to be covered by those delicate hands of hers.

He watched excitedly while his ass began to rise and fall on the sofa just so he could match the Priestess' rhythm and the impact was so mind-numbing for Aren that she opened her mouth and let out her tongue so that it wagged and her body shook with so much pleasure, she sought much more support than her knees were already providing.
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Aren took her hands off her breasts and leaned back to grab Evian's legs while increasing the pace of her riding to which she was all too delighted when Evian matched her rhythm. He didn't seek to overtake the momentum and seize the initiative which Aren was sure he would have gotten all too easily, instead, he let her take the lead. Truly.

'Such a gentleman,' Aren thought.

If only Evian was privy to her thoughts, he would have let out a chuckle at her 'inexperienced' mindset. He wasn't relinquishing control out of chivalry, he was doing so because that was what excited him at the moment just as how being commanding and controlling of it all had excited him when they had been together before she fell unconscious.

Even now, when her control could be seized as fast and as easily as a simple rhythm change, did she really have it?

'What an almost philosophical conundrum,' Evian thought and chuckled to himself almost as though his use of such big words one after the other, amused him.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

Anyway, on the topic of taking the lead, Aren did fantastically and even more so because every self-thrust was followed by groans and moans of pleasure that Evian reveled in like sweet music while his eyes became fixated on the flopping of her breasts.

"~Ah Yesssss- MNGHHHHH~"

The words did not need to be said. The groan and the way she trembled with such intensity were the only pointers that Wvian needed to know the Priestess was about to experience yet another climax of the night.

Her knees on either side of Evian's body came together and clamped hard against Evian between them but even then she did not fall over or backward. She retained her position on Evian's body, her inner muscles grabbing and squeezing him to tempt out his own climax. She refused to relinquish the control Evian had entrusted her with and Evian appreciated that zeal…

"~Evian—" she said suddenly which slightly pulled Evian out of his thoughts that were all focused on the pleasure he was feeling and the effort he was having to put in to resist having a climax of his own.

"Hmm?"

"~I want you to meet Cardinal Krion~," Aren said, completing her previously budding request.

"Eh? You thought now would be the best time to ask?" Evian asked with a smirk.

"~I -Nghhhh- I thought this was as good a time as any to bring it up and get you to agreeeee— Oh FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOD!!!~"

Like a woman possessed, Aren continued her self-thrusts even though she was just coming down from an orgasmic high and the added intensity caused by her sensitivity which shops have translated into pain of some kind —Or should have at least been too much for her to handle—, only delighted her all the more.

"~So will you —Mnghhh— Will you do it?~" Aren asked.

Evian shrugged and chuckled,

"Sure, why not?"

He still remembered the Cardinal's beautiful face, and no doubt wonderful body covered by those Cardinal robes, so why would he have considered saying 'No'?

"~GOOD!… OH YES!!!~"

Having gotten an agreement, Aren threw herself into the sensations she was feeling and gave them, and only them, all of her attention.