Debauchery of a Soul-Eating Wraith-Chapter 71: Touching You Was Always The Goal
"Hahahaha."
Laughing boisterously with her voice quickly filling the room, Lordess Renan turned away from Evian and approached one of her shelves. She stroked the spines of the arranged books before pulling one out and flipping through it,
"It says it right here. Well documented by Adventurers who have faced and battled your kind;
-Almost uncontrollable hunger for souls that leaves no room for anything else."
Reining in his released Eldrich energy and ignoring his wide-open shirt, Evian stepped towards the Lordess to pull the book aside and stare into it.
It did say 'Wraith' at the top of the page but while Evian could understand the writings somewhat, the manner in which they were written, the harshness of the scribbles made them almost a pain. No joke, he was getting a headache the more sentences he read.
"You wrote this?"
Frida shook her head,
"No. I battered for it just like I battered for almost every other one that lives in this Shelves."
Evian pushed through the ache and he confirmed what Frida had read out. There were even illustrations of haggard-looking Wraiths with sickly-looking bodies, gaunt and hungry, with eyes wide with the greed to devour.
'Assistant, is any of this true?'
[You will have to purchase a Manuscript for that.]
'Be serious!'
[The book you are reading appears to have been compiled by a scared bystander or maybe a Victim.]
'But is it true?'
[Some of it.]
'So, I'll end up looking like that. Sickly? Ugly?' Evian asked. It might be vain but he loved looking good and the image on the page looked even worse than he had been better his death.
[That form, while true, is a choice.]
Evian let out a sigh of relief.
[You shouldn't be scared of it though. It's a sign of power. The Gauntier you look, the more you have progressed on the Path of Decadence.]
'But it will always be a Choice?'
[Yes.]
'That's all that matters. What about the lack of 'amorous bliss' as Frida put it?'
[Ah, that is non-negotiable for a Wraith. Or at least, it should be.]
'What do you mean?'
[You are an anomaly... It appears you have always been. A Wraith's first instinct is to feed. When young, you are supposed to lack the self-control to hold yourself back.
Remember your time with the Exorcising Witch? I told you, you should have killed her.]
'That would have been foolish.'
[Perhaps. But it would have been 'right' for a Wraith. Your kind lives to feed. Getting stronger is just a bonus.]
'But Daria is stronger than I am. Subduing a sexually frustrated lady is very different from taking her on in combat. If I fought, I would have died.'
[Doesn't matter. Your natural instinct should be to feed. Either that or run away from the start and not let her bind you but you stayed, foolish as that was.
You let yourself be bound by her Magic and even when she let her guard down, you didn't go for the kill, you- wooed her.]
'Just like back then, you sound disappointed.' Evian told his Decadent Assistant with a smile.
[Because I Am. The taste and hunger for souls always seem second to you. I fear that the first thing that will always be on your mind is to copulate with any woman you meet.]
Evian paused. He had no retort. His Assistant was right.
Even now, as he pulled his attention away from their conversation, and raised his head to stop staring at the pages of the book Frida had left him with, his eyes moved until he was staring at her perfectly shaped backside in her wonderful body-hugging gown.
With his eyes on her, Evian slammed the book shut.
The sound told Lordess Renan that he was no longer lost in thought. She smiled with her back still to him,
"Have you made your peace with it?"
"Made my peace with what?"
"With what you have now lost. It appears I have brought it to your attention when you've not had the time to process it."
"There's nothing to process," Evian said with a shrug.
Frida turned to stare at him. The movement so smooth and graceful,
"Oh, there isn't? Good for you. It's an overrated act anyway."
Evian shook his head with a chuckle,
"It's not an overrated act," he said, "And I assure you, I am still very capable of performing it."
Frida raised a brow at his confidence. In seconds, she was a foot away from Evian with her hand placed against his chest while coated with Purity to once again draw out a cloud of his Eldritch energy.
Again, Evian noticed the goosebumps and again, he watched as Frida suppressed them.
"How long have you been a Wraith?" Frida asked.
"A few weeks."
"So you're young and yet your Soul consumption is already so high. You appear just as insatiable as my information had stated... If that part is true, why not the other?"
"You're welcome to find out," Evian said nonchalantly, "I'm right in front of you. Inspect however much you wish."
Frida paused and then curled her fingers until only the tip of her index finger was still against Evian's chest. She trailed that finger down his chest towards his hard pacs and finally to the waistline of his pants,
"You don't fear to be embarrassed?" she asked, looking into Evian's eyes with a smirk.
"Embarrassed about what?" Evian asked, raising a hand and grabbing her arm gently.
"Embarrassed to have your shortcomings bared to the eyes of a powerful woman." Frida said, her tongue out of her mouth to lick her upper lip.
"You're stalling," Evian said as he raised his second hand and placed it on one of her large breasts.
"And you're bold," Frida said, shaking her head. She raised her other hand and grabbed Evian's wrist but before she could pull his hand away, he asked her a question that caused her to pause,
"Why did you bring me here?"
"What?"
Evian flexed his fingers and boldly squeezed her breast in his hand,
"What was so secret, you wished to keep from anyone else?"
"Ah, that. This is why," Frida said while driving even more of the Purity that coated her hand into Evian's body increasing the quantity of Eldritch energy he released,
"I felt something when this energy touched me. I have heard rumors of such but they don't compare to what I felt."
"And what did you feel?" Evian asked, his voice soothing and his hand rubbing up and down the Lordess' arm while he still squeezed the overflowing mass of her tit in his hand.
"I felt death," Frida said.
"Care to elaborate?" Evian asked.
"How is it not clear?" Frida said, "I crave eternal life, I work towards it, diligent in Cultivation, breaking through bottlenecks with that as my goal, but sometimes, I wonder what's on the other side. When I felt your Eldritch energy... It excited me.
The cold creep of death, the ceasing of life- It's exhilarating."
"You paint a peculiar picture," Evian said.
"You think me strange?" Frida asked with a smirk.
"You have a Death Kink," Evian said in a very succinct answer.
'It's very strange,' he added in his mind.
Frida shook her head,
"It's not a Kink."
"Are you sure?" Evian asked her as he placed his second hand on her other breast and squeezed while drawing his spread-out Eldritch energy close- concentrating it around the Lordess' mature body.
Frida smirked as she looked down at Evian's flexing fingers,
"There's nothing sexual about it. Death is the state of being devoid of life and all Its pleasures. Your hands on my breasts have no effect on me, however, do take them off.
I won't be manhandled in my own home."
"And I won't be used to feed your kink," Evian told her with a smile, "At least not for free. Touching you is me proposing a compromise."
"You think you have a choice?" Frida asked and then chuckled, "Laughable."
As though to hammer home how much of a power imbalance was between them, the Lordess let her pressure flare. Like a little tease of what she was capable of.
As a bead of sweat started to form on his forehead, Evian still kept his smile even though his lips twitched.
"Intimidation won't work, Lady," he said, "Think of it this way;
You brought me here to perform a service... This is my payment."
Frida paused,
"You came here to ask me to participate in the Turf war... Why not ask for that as payment? Why insist on a perverted act?"
Evian chuckled as he rubbed his hand over the warm smooth skin, and squeezed both funbags in delicious unison,
"I'll be honest with you, asking for your help was all a rouse. Granted, it would be easier to end Herbert's rule by trapping the Larnak Territory from both sides but it's not essential for my plan to work.
I came here to see you. Touching you has always been my goal."
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