Chapter 91: At Dawn {R-18}

Evian, ever the 'People-pleaser, gave Frida exactly what she asked for. He gave her more.

*PAH* *PAH* *PAH*

From aggressive movement that nearly propelled the Lordess facefirst into the wall to the eventual impactful thrust that succeeded, Evian was having a blast.

Ordinarily, Frida was capable of holding her own against Evian's strength but every part of her body was already weakening with exertion and pleasure... Leaving her susceptible to Evian's machinations.

The thing was, she quite enjoyed that.

There was a different sort of thrill that accompanied surrender for her... A thrill that accompanied having power wrestled from her limbs. When Evian pulled out of her, turned her around, and took her in his arms, she went along happily. The only exertion of strength she willingly and gladly did was to wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

Evian's hands supported her weight comfortably, his fingers gripping her ass so tightly, red welts began to form and when he moved that ass, he moved it in perfect synch with his hips for the maximum impact.

For him, it was all about impact.

It was also about getting Frida Renan to spasm and climax as many times as was physically possible for her. He even sought to go beyond whatever limits she might have while training his resistance to only give out his seed in well-spaced-out intervals.

It wasn't a particularly easy task (Frida's spasms and constrictions made sure of that), but he handled it nicely.

•••

The afternoon had come and gone and now the sun was starting to set to bring on the Evening in preparation for nighttime and still no one in the Renan Estate had had the privilede of seeing the Lordess. At least not since that morning.

All matters she needed to tend to as head of the Renan Family and Lordess of the Territory were put on hold and really, Why would they not be?

For the first time ever, her eyes and senses had been opened to the wonders of sexual thrill that, at Evian's hands, also satisfied her weird love of Death.

Hours had rolled past and Frida was not yet quite satisfied.

With her submission to the image of Evian in her mind and eyes, Frida allowed herself to be moved and slammed against structures within her Conpendium without the slightest bit of a complaint.

The books that used to be arranged perfectly on the Compendium shelves were now scattered all about the room but nothing was more important to the Lordess than making sure Evian's cock stayed inside her pussy, delivering her with body and mind-numbing Eldritch energy while she tried to use her internal muscles to squeeze him dry.

Once the sun had set Frida led them to her private bath only she had access to. The bath was an extension of the Compendium which she had deemed an essential addition since the Compendium was where she intended to spend the majority of her hours studying the knowledge she had gathered and stocked on the shelves.

In the bath, they both got clean, every cum residue or pussy-juice smear, washed away in its entirety. A true clean slate. The action was not to announce the end but rather it was a brief intermission that ended the moment Evian pulled the Lordess close, smacked their lips together, and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

As the oral battle began, Evian's hand went down and unbothered by the resistance of being underwater, he drew it back and slammed it sharply against the Lordess' cheeks.

The sound was hampered and unable to spread due to them being in water but the impact remained and the result was Frida moaning into his mouth while pulling hard at his hair and pressing her body even harder against his. Forcing Evian's back to press against the rim of the bath.

"Stygian," it said gently in the most mundane of greetings.

Lord Stygian recognized the voice enough but the specific symbol arrangements on the bracelet gave an even better indication of who was on the other side of the communication,

"Frida," he said, "To what do I owe this honor?"

He had been so eager and stuck in the low frequency of their conversations that he didn't give himself time to piece things together. Only after the words had left his lips did he remember they were in a time of war and Evian had very recently mentioned brokering the Renan Lordess' assistance.

'This must be about that,' he thought.

"Father," Evian called out of the bracelet and Lord Stygian's eyes widened in surprise,

"Son, you're there?"

"I am," Evian answered simply, "At dawn, Father."

"At Dawn, what?" Lord Stygian asked, confused.

"The Renan Knights are rallying as we speak," Evian said, "They'll be at the Renan/Larnak boundary at dawn. You must be ready too."

"I see," Lord Stygian said before letting out a breath and nodding affirmatively even though those on the other side could not see him, "Very well. We will be Ready."

"And Father," Evian called with a pause.

"Yes, son?"

"The Target is Herbert. If he still lives when the dust is settled, then all this has been for naught."

Lord Stygian grunted,

"You don't have to tell me twice son. That scumbag will not see the end of tomorrow."

"Thank you, Father," Evian said and the communication ended.

Lord Stygian spent five seconds or ten, taking deep breaths and composing his thoughts as though he was getting in the right state of mind to do battle and then he summoned the Captains and any Stygian relative who cared to know, calling them all to arms.

It was time.

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