Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 63: Honoring Hospitality

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With her pussy lips and inner muscles twitching at the pleasure that just wracked through her and left her with delicious tingles, Ember kept her eyes on the partition that was her bundled gown for when Evian would finally show his face.

She felt as he kissed around her pussy like an Artist adding the final flourish to a masterpiece.

'Well, it DID feel like a masterpiece. Oh, I've never felt so good!'

And then Evian raised his head.

His face was as handsomely perfect as ever, his skin dry and devoid of any of the juices he had just recently lapped up in its entirety.

Evian met Ember's nervous smile with a confident one of his as he pulled himself up her body until the thumb and index fingers of his right hand grabbed her jaw gently before he seized her lips in a kiss.

At first, Ember received the kiss with surprise but she quickly melted into it. The taste of herself on Evian's lips was merely a small backdrop to the massive intimacy of the moment.

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"Well, there you are!" Erik said the moment Evian and Ember returned to the dining hall, "I was starting to wonder if you weren't going to return."

With her and Evian looking as prim and proper as they had before they left the dining hall, Ember ignored Father's words and did her best to suppress the embarrassed look on her face as she took a seat at the table.

In the absence of the two, Erik Lockheart had tried engaging Daria in conversations but the Witch had very little patience to explain exactly why she could not reveal the inner dealings of the Arcane Church to an inquisitive Merchant. Especially when the Merchant refused to let it go. She eventually just ignored him.

Alas, ignoring Erik did not give Daria the complete silence she hoped for. The members of the Crew, namely Gryon and Carleine questioned her about her relationship with Evian and why it motivated her to assist them.

Uninterested in going into what exactly her affair with Evian entailed, Daria remained mute to most of what she was asked. The only bit of information she revealed was how she had met Evian;

"I was summoned to the Stygian Estate to try healing him of a Curse."

"Evian has a curse?" Gryon asked, his eyes wide. Carleine and Gillert's expressions were the same.

Even Erik leaned forward, looking interested.

"He HAD a curse," Daria clarified.

"Oh, so you healed him?" Carleine asked.

"Not exactly," Daria said and with that slightly ambiguous sentence hanging in the air, she was relieved when Evian and Ember returned. Especially since she was the only one at the table who could immediately guess why they had been late.

Ember's face was an instant information giveaway.

Evian returned to his seat by her side,

"So what'd I miss?" he asked her with a smile.

Daria waved him off,

"Some probing questions. Nothing much," she said.

Evian's brows furrowed because as nonchalant as Daria sounded, the way everyone he had left her at the table with stared at him said otherwise.

"Any- trouble getting the Spear?" Gillert asked finally tearing his eyes off Evian's face to glance at Ember who shook her head.

"No, I handed it to him already," the Redhead said calmly with an almost casual gesture at Evian.

Evian smiled in response.

"It was just as beautiful as it was in the Recording. A magnificent-looking weapon," he said.

As people who had seen the Larnak Family Spear and tried their best to wield it, the trio of Gillert, Carleine, and Gryon looked at Evian incredulously while wondering the same thing Ember wondered minutes before;

How exactly did Evian plan to wield the Spear?

Alas, Evian acted oblivious to their looks, or their questions, and the dinner rolled off into a natural continuation.

The table was essentially divided into two;

On one side, were Erik, Ember, Gillert, Carleine, and Gryon whose conversations started from where they had left off regarding the Resistance and rolled off into more casual talk.

Carleine filled Ember in on what they had learned about Evian in her and Evian's absence.

"What kind of curse do you think it was?" the dark-haired lady asked with a mystified smile.

Ember shrugged,

"I don't really know."

"I bet it's what killed him," Gryon piped, shoveling large amounts of food into his mouth. Eating in large amounts appeared to be having a positive effect of revitalizing his weak body.

"Definitely... Definitely," Carleine said nodding her head multiple times and then she looked over at Ember,

"What do you think?"

Ember shrugged again,

"I don't really care," she said absentmindedly.

Carleine nudged her with her elbow,

"Hey, are you alright?" she asked with concern.

Ember had no answer.

She WAS fine but her mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of what she had just enjoyed minutes ago as well as the tingling of her nethers in anticipation of the same treatment or maybe... even further.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the divisive table conversation were Evian and Daria. Their conversations mostly involved Daria wondering exactly when it was polite to leave the table. Haughty as she was, she still wished to follow proper etiquette.

Evian didn't have an answer for her, but at some point, cutleries were been put down en masse. Even Gryon, the one with the most healthy appetite at the table, was finally full. Workers stepped forward and cleared away the plates before Erik Lockheart finally faced Evian again,

"So, Ember tells me you wish to return to the Stygian Territory?"

The news caught the rest of the Crew by surprise,

"Is that true?" Gillert asked.

"That can't be safe," Gryon chimed in.

Evian raised his hands with his palms out in placation,

"Actually, I've changed my mind," Evian said, "Since you were hospitable enough to offer us a stay, I feel it's polite to accept. At least for the night."

"Really?" Daria asked with a smirk, glancing discretely from Ember's rosy-cheeked face to Evian's confidently smiling one,

"Honoring hospitality is your reason?"

Evian nodded,

"Well, yes. And also, it hardly seems wise to leave the Renan Territory now that I have a chance to meet the Lordess.

Daria, you've said you want to tag along... Don't you think it's better to stay?"

The Witch just narrowed her eyes at him without saying another word. No amount of well-articulated points could change what she already knew.

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The Dinner ended.

The Guests dispersed.

Ember returned to her room and began pacing back and forth.

"Should I have asked him to come with me?" she asked herself and then shook her head almost immediately, "No, No, how would that look? Ugh!"

She groaned with frustration, and sat down at the end of her bed- the foam itself a memory of what had transpired just a while ago but that reminder was nothing compared to the ache in her nethers.

She sprung to her feet,

"I should invite him over. Maybe he's waiting to be invited... Ah, but it's all moving so fast."

The battle...

The sword that was an inch away from stabbing through her and potentially ending her life...

The escape...

The sight of Evian coming out of that bath, dripping with perfumed bath water... Oh, everything seemed just so perfectly orchestrated to move things forward... Forward to this very moment.

"I- I can't help but overthink..."

Her back to the door, Ember stared at the bed where she had laid down grabbing a tight hold of Evian while she kissed him, while he sucked her breasts and- and went down low...

"I'm inviting him over!"

She turned and found her face pressed into a chest she remembered. She let out a gasp of surprise as one of Evian's hands wrapped around her waist while the other went into her hair to hold the back of her head gently.

Taking a few seconds to breathe in his scent, Ember finally pulled her head back to stare at Evian's smiling face.

"You don't have to invite me over," he said with an amused chuckle, "I have the good sense to finish what I started."

Whatever doubts Ember had, Evian shared none of them. He captured Ember's lips with assured confidence while unfastening the bodice of her gown for the second time that night.

Unlike the last time, he didn't stop at just revealing her breasts. He pushed down the gown until it was down in a bundle at her ankles.

In response, Ember pulled open his shirt to reveal the chest she had been salivating over since that afternoon.

This time there was no rush, no worry about a group awaiting their return, and Ember's mind was thrust into imaginative thoughts of what was in store for her at Evian's hands. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

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