Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith

"What are you doing?" Asked the imaginative apparition of Evian Stygian as he grabbed the back of Lillian's head and pulled her toward his crotch,

"Get back to it!"

The voice spoke with a strange authority and Lillian just stayed in place as the rod in her throat lodged even deeper until her nose was pressed into his pubes, permeating her sense of smell with an ensnaring scent that had her resistance quickly melting away.

She started by placing her hands on the now manly and muscular thighs and pushed against it but somehow, the strength she should have had by right, as master of this imagination, failed her, and her mind became steeped in the ensnaring scent till the point where her arms relaxed and her hands left the thighs while her throat constricted around the rod, squeezing it.

The apparition that looked like Evian groaned in pleasure and he looked down at Lillian who felt compelled to look up at him from her knees and found her heart leaping at the smile on his lips.

It was all so unfamiliar to the Cardinal Priestess. So strange but it didn't feel bad.

The longer the rod spent in her throat, the more Lillian got used to the feeling to the point where, when it got pulled out of her mouth, she looked up with a stare of longing, and her heart leaped in her chest a few times while beating even faster as the apparition stretched down a hand to her.

Lillian took the hand and allowed herself to be guided to her feet where a hand went around her waist and pulled her close to press their lips together.

Lillian's eyes widened. Her first kiss with a man. It wasn't real but it certainly felt so. It felt different. Firmer lips compared to that of a woman but they fit with hers so well.

How was this possible?

All through the kiss, even when the apparition's tongue slithered into her mouth and began to roam, Lillian's mind continued to wander in confusion at why this was feeling so good and why, oh why, she was stuck in the feeling and unable to exit.

She remained aware of Evian and his continued massages. She was aware of the amount of impurities in her body already exorcised to a very lesser percentage and yet, she found that none of that mattered in the face of the pleasure she was feeling.

With the hand on her waist slowly making his way to her ass, Lillian moaned into the kiss as the apparition's other hand slithered into a small space between their bodies to rub against her crotch and then her mound. The fingers of that hand stroked her pussy lips, indulging in its plumpness before separating them to gain access to her opening.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Evian just smiled as he watched the Cardinal's face flush with the vivid depictions in her head— Depictions she was indulging in an intensely that he was sure he could have allowed his hand to wander.

He was sure he could have found his way to the peaks of her breasts and grabbed hold of the ample flesh, squeezing and manipulating it for his pleasure and she would have remained blissfully oblivious.

As aware as Lillian Krion was of what her body was undergoing in Evian's hands, touching her body in that lewd manner would be indistinguishable from what she was undergoing in her imagination and would very likely go unnoticed but Evian saw no need to do it.

He had more than enough of a fortitude to keep himself in check and keep things in perspective. This was all about planting a seed. He had no intentions of 'turning' Lillian from her woman-loving ways, at least not entirely and not yet.

What he wanted was to show her the wonders that she could glean from being 'with' him and should she get addicted to his touch and cock in the process, all the better.

As for Lillian, her body was now reclined in mid-air with her legs spread and the apparition between her thighs. His fingers were inside her snatch and he thrust in and out of her, stirring the juices she was leaking. There was such an incredible technique to it that Lillian leaked even more and found that it took actual effort to not have her body leaking outside of her imagination.

The embarrassment that would have caused her was Lillian's motivation but in turn, she let herself go within the world of her imagination and stretched a hand between her thighs to grab the top of the apparition's head to pull it close and press it into her mound while her other hand grabbed one of her breasts.

When the apparition resisted her pull, Lillian looked down into his face and saw it was giving her a smug wolfish smile that made it clear that it knew it was in control of the situation and reveled in that control.

Lillian wished to seize that control but found herself incapable. A strange notion in her imagination.

Even stranger was that she liked not having control. She liked that she was being dominated— That this Apparition was teaching her things that she did not know and showing her experiences —delicious experiences— she ordinarily never would have thought to try.

'Do I— Do I secretly desire to be submissive?' Lillian asked herself but that became an unimportant matter when the Apparition seemed to have finally decided to give her what she desired.

She watched him pull his fingers out of her snatch and raise it to his lips to lick each wet finger clean of her juices. The sight of that caused Lillian's body to shiver with desire. She had always liked that but usually, it came from a place of power.

That was her way.

Meet a woman —Preferably one married to a man—, show her the wonders of a same-sex relationship, and watch them squirm when she manipulates their bodies for their simultaneous pleasure. She would put herself in a higher position with her partner below her —Preferably kneeling— and watch them guzzle her juices with a look of intense gratitude.

And yet, now, here she lay, feeling a wave of gratitude toward an apparition —a figment of her imagination— finally deciding to give her what SHE wanted.

'What a strange desire I find myself having for this kink…' Lillian thought as the apparition let out its tongue and licked her pussy from one end to the other. Ending with his tongue flicking on the little bean that was her clit and sending spasms of pleasure all over her body.

"~Ohhhhhh~'

Lillian groaned with her fingers locked into the Apparition's hair to pull him even closer and keep him there as he began to eat her out. His lips had just settled on her pussy when Lillian began to feel him pulling away.

In fact, the entire room, conjured from her imagination, began to morph and fade away. For the first time in a while, Lillian paid attention to her body and realized the last of the impurities had been exorcised by Evian's massaging fingers and as his massage mellowed into a rub down that was in no way pleasurable enough to spark sexual fantasies, it was time to return to reality.

"No…" Lillian let out a breathy tone as the Apparition vanished completely and its hair, previously in her hold, melted into nothingness.

Her eyes snapped open suddenly on the outside to find Evian finally taking his hands off her body.

"And done!" He announced with the tone of someone very proud of themselves.

He didn't seem to be aware of the despair that had clutched the heart of his Patient and Lillian preferred it that way. As much as she disliked the imagination slipping away from her, dwelling on it would only make her appear and feel weak.

She cleared her throat,

"Well, then— Thank you," she said.

Evian left the back of her chair and walked to the front of her desk to smile at her with an innocent look that did not quite match the scheme he had just successfully carried out. Explore more at m,v l'e-m|p| y r

"How do you feel?" Evian asked.

Lillian adjusted the outer robe to cover up her shoulder before she looked up and into Evian's face. She was immediately reminded of the uncanny resemblance between her Apparition's male form that just the sight of his face, handsome as it was, caused a redness to start to creep up on her face but she resisted with just the tiniest of assistance from her Spiritual energy reserves.

"I feel great. Your hands worked wonders," Lillian said.

"That's good to hear," Evian said with a dutiful nod, "And it only took Ten minutes!"

"Really?" Lillian asked and with the use of her perception for a simple peer-through into the flow of time, she discovered that he was right, "Wow, it had felt longer."

"I hope it didn't drag on too long," Evian said with his eyes falsely doe-wide like he was truly worried he had displeased her.

"No, nothing like that," Lillian said and almost like an offhand comment she had meant to think and not say out loud, she added,

"Actually, it felt so good. I wished it lasted a bit longer."