Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 89: Those Were Your Words {R-18}

Just as she wished, the Eldritch grey cloud of chilly death whiffed down Frida's gullet but that was not all.

Coming from every part of Evian's genitalia (the balls, the stem, and the cock head in her mouth), the smoky energy also spread all over her face and, controlled by Evian, they congealed into two streams that tickled Frida's nostrils before pushing in.

As her nose went numb from the cold, Frida took a deep breath and took even more volume into her nose and right into her brain- It finally gave her the euphoric feeling she sought.

Her eyelids closed shut but behind them, her eyes were rolled up as she could finally feel the haze of deathly illusion take over her psyche but her mouth kept moving.

She sucked on Evian's cock like it was a weed pipe, marveling at its pulsations and how it had served her well as a delivery system.

Evian leaned back with a relaxed smile while allowing himself the occasional groan of pleasure. He had his hands in Frida's black hair, brushing through her locks gently at first before he used her hair to pull her closer.

"Mmph!" Frida let out a surprised sound and her eyes went wide open as the cock head she was sucking pushed past her tongue and stabbed at the back of her mouth- the entry of her throat.

Her eyes rolled up to stare at Evian with her annoyance so clear to see.

"Don't give me that look," Evian said with a chuckle, "'I need it deeper' is what you said. Those were your words. I'm just giving you what you want."

Evian pulled harder and with Frida's eyes getting wider with every inch she was fed, Evian cock head finally made its entry down her gullet which forced the Lordess to adjust her sucking angle, and that opened up more leeway for Evian to continue his pull.

"Honestly, if there's one flaw I have, it's that I'm a compulsive people pleaser," Evian said with a mockingly selfless expression as he felt her throat constricting around the part of his cock in it which would have had him shuddering with pleasure had it not been for his impeccable self-control.

"Mmph- Nngghhg-"

With moans and groans, Frida took her hands from Evian's cock and grabbed his thighs instead with both still glowing with the power of Purify. She got a good grip and hung on as more than half of his length finally forced its way in.

The thing was, she liked it.

Her annoyance was for how Evian acted so familiar with her body and used it at his leisure for his pleasure but it also covered up the fact that it was making it hard for her to focus on the illusion of death that was creeping close since having a big fat cock down her throat was causing her pussy to flood and shudder with mini-spasms that heralded yet another intense climax.

Meanwhile, whether or not he was aware of how much the Lordess was enjoying his treatment of her, Evian was grinning in the pleasure of accomplishment and oncoming release when his eyes seemed to notice something about her knees for the first time...

... They were not touching the ground.

"Squatting rather than kneeling?" he let out with a disapproving shake of his head, "An attempt at a power trip? Tsk Tsk Tsk, well we can't have that, can we?"

Evian controlled his Eldritch energy even more closely and forced the congealed streams even harder into Frida's orifices, adamant on influencing her mind.

He succeeded.

For the first time that day, Frida's mind was wrenched away from reality and into the valley of Death.

Although she could still feel Evian's cock in her throat, could still feel his hands on her head, none of that followed her into her illusion but someone, or something, was waiting for her.

The hooded representation of Death was just as she had seen him the last time; Skeletal and holding a Scythe.

Just like before, Death curled its fingers towards Frida and eagerly, she moved towards it.

*Thud*

Frida's knees hit the barren floor and she began to crawl but almost immediately after there was contact, she was out and back in her Compendium.

Her knees were on the room's hardwood floors and her eyes were opened and narrowed with a mystified expression of submission.

"There," Evian said with delight, "That's more like it."

In all honesty, he had never had the privilege of knowing what Frida saw in her illusions having never been able to follow her into them, but he knew they could be manipulated 'from the outside' to get her to do his bidding.

When she got lost in them, she would become submissive to whatever she was experiencing and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Frida's expression shifted from submissive to frustrated. Evian found that funny.

"Cute," he said before making a hard pull to push in the last of his inches and press Frida's face into his crotch.

"Ahnn..."

Unable to help himself, he let out a groan of delight when Frida's mouth and throat started working hard and fast in an almost subconscious attempt to get him to that climactic peak.

Her mouth suckled, her tongue worked hard, her lips were a tightly sealed vacuum and her throat warmed him all around with a tight grip of consistent constriction.

Evian leaned away from the sofa's backrest, arched his body over the Lordess' head, and held that position with his hands still holding her head and keeping her right where she was for a few minutes before his balls jerked and the flow began.

Frida raised one of her hands off Evian's thigh and grabbed his hard stomach to push him back slowly while she pulled her head back even as he kept shooting his seeds down her throat.

When Evian's cock head was out of her gullet and back inside her mouth, the Lordess had the privilege of tasting what it had to offer and her reaction was reminiscent of Evian's when he tasted her juices- She had to have more.

Her mouth remained sealed tight around it and for every mouth-filling spurt Evian's throbbing rod delivered, she was only afforded a second to appreciate its wonderful taste before she had to swallow and make room for the next load.

When the initial intensity had passed and his tensed body relaxed again, Evian just watched Frida's mouth work. He watched with optimum pride as the Lordess appeared unable to get enough of him.

When the supply of cum eventually reached an end with the final splutter, Frida's tongue licked around for any drip she might have missed before she took the rod out of her mouth and stroked its slick girth, complete with prominent veins.

Evian's rod was as hard as ever, nowhere near its limit, and Evian's insatiable appetite was nowhere near sated.

*Fap* *Fap* *Fap*

As she stroked, Frida kept her eyes on the organ. Then she resolutely stood up from the ground and planted her knees on either side of Evian's body, her pussy dripping juices as she looked from the rod to Evian's face.

"Deeper," Evian said in a smooth voice, "Take it deeper. You know what comes next."

Frida pursed her lips before they tilted into a smirk,

"I do?" she asked.

"You do," Evian said affirmatively while stretching a hand to cup her cheek.

Frida chuckled as she nodded,

"You're right," she said as she lifted herself to properly center Evian's cock at her entrance and then she descended hard and fast to take it in the entire length.

*PAH!*

Her back arched as the rod hit the very end of her snatch in an explosion of aching pain and pleasure,

"~Nggghhhh~ ~I- I do... FUCK!~"

She raised her hands and placed them on Evian's shoulders. Her fingers gripped hard and her nails stabbed into Evian's flesh so hard it neared bruising.

"Ngh," with a sharp groan at the pain, Evian wound an arm around her, pulling down her gown even harder than he had done already, his hands rubbing along her smooth skin and heading downward to settle just above her ass.

He leaned forward, took her nipple into his mouth, and bit down on it hard. Frida reacted by gyrating her hips with his cock inside her snatch and Evian responded with an upward thrust of his cock that sparked the fucking to start in full swing.

With her knees as support on the sofa, Frida pulled herself up until only Evian's cock head was left inside her just so when she descended, she would be rewarded with the maximum ache.

Evian's hands went from the small of her back to the arch of her cushy ass cheeks which put him in proximity to enjoy the ripples as they slammed into his thighs because of Frida's self-thrusts.

One of Frida's hands went from Evian's shoulder to the back of his head in a clingy hold while her insides were creaming in delight at his sheer girth that reacted to their closeness and got even larger.

Her entire body shook as the veins that adorned the rod fit perfectly with the ridged grooves inside her snatch and she found herself wondering just how much of a different delight would it be to have him shoot his seeds inside her pussy as he had done inside her mouth.

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