BXBX NOVEL Chapter 77 This Will Be A Trial! (**)
Chapter 77 This Will Be A Trial! (**)
There was something about the shift from how she used to see him (small and in need of her care) to capable and in his element enough to do what he was doing.
How long has he been doing this? She wondered.
Why did he seem so natural about it?
And just how intense was the pleasure he was delivering that had Daria, a Witch of the Arcane Church so lost in it that she gave no indications that she had sensed Myrine\'s arrival in the room.
Truthfully, both Daria and Evian were aware of Myrine\'s presence. They just found it hard to care when they were both barrelling towards the climax.
With his Mother\'s eyes on them, Evian gathered up Daria\'s arms from the bed to pull her up until her back was arched and the crook of her neck was presented for him to bury his face into and suck while moving his cock in and out of her in wondrous delight at her gripping snatch.
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
Myrine could not look away.
Her tongue loosened and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She was simply stunned.
Eventually, she decided keeping the doors open and potentially revealing her son\'s amorous activity to the eyes of the passing Estate workers was not prudent so she pulled it close but not before she stepped fully into the room.
"Hold on," she mumbled to herself when she seemingly realized she had closed the doors behind herself leaving her in the room in the face of the impactful fucking in front of her,
"Why am I in here?" she asked herself and then she frowned at the fucking couple who were groaning in each other\'s earshot,
"Hem Hem," she cleared her throat to interrupt but they paid her no mind so she cleared it even louder, "HEM HEM!"
As though in response, Daria arched her neck so her face was angled towards the ceiling and she let out a proclamation of release,
"Ahhhhnnnnnnnnnn ~Oh Yesss~ ~Fuck... I\'m CUMMMING~"
As she spasmed, she was still very aware of Evian\'s dick spurting within her and filling her with volumes of his Cum.
Slowly, the two fell forward into the bed while breathing in unison as they came down from their climactic high. Only when the mood had truly washed over them did Evian raise himself off the bed to finally address Myrine\'s presence,
"Mother," he said with a casual head nod while his lips twitched at her frown and the wideness of her eyes. She looked like she was coming to terms with what she had witnessed.
Myrine\'s eyes followed Evian\'s body, focusing a lot on his half-flaccid cock looking hefty, as he went to his discarded bathrobe and put it on for a semblance of shame even though he had none.
"So- This is what you\'ve been busy with," Myrine finally said in a voice seething with annoyance while she took a step forward.
"Not exactly..." Evian started to say only for her to interrupt him sharply,
"The Turf war- You started all this and you don\'t even have the decency to BE AROUND enough to assist in dealing with it?" Myrine asked as her voice hiked up with every word.
"Well-" Evian started to say again but Myrine interrupted him again, this time with a flare of her pressure she directed towards Daria who had now sat up on the bed while holding the sheets to her body and silently observing the exchange between Mother and son,
"And you!" Myrine said to Daria, "I knew you had something to do with this. I just knew it!"
"Actually," Evian said, "I only just pulled her into it yesterday."
"Yesterday?" Myrine said with a snigger, "Don\'t lie to me Evian, she\'s been involved from the very start."
"No, she hasn\'t," Evian said and shook his head, "I got her involved yesterday to help in a predicament, and ever since we\'ve been on a run from the Larnak Knights. It\'s why I couldn\'t return to the Estate until today.
As for what you just witnessed, well, that was just to blow off some steam before I faced Father and the rest of you. We\'ve been to the border. We\'ve seen the dead."
"You have?"
"We have. And good news, it could all be over soon," Evian said as he walked toward Myrine, ignored the pressure she was letting out, and placed his hands gently on her shoulder,
"You\'re right, I started this, sort of, but I AM taking steps to end it."
"Oh," Myrine said, her son\'s hands on her shoulders giving her a sense of calm that almost made up for the display she just caught him in, "The Family is convening for a War Meeting in a few minutes. You MUST attend."
"I will," Evian said with a few nods as he let go of her shoulders.
Myrine smiled lightly,
"Good," she said before her eyes went over to Daria, "Witch, take a walk with me?"
"What?" Daria said, blinking a few times and wondering if she had heard right.
"Take a walk with me," Myrine repeated with a focused stare that had Daria feeling uncomfortable, "I wish to speak with you."
"Oh," Daria said, "Alright."
She went into the bath, took a quick dip to rid herself of the perspiration of intercourse, and put on a different gown from the one that had been cut in battle still in her favorite color of black.
Once Daria was out of the bath, Myrine opened the doors and led the way out of Evian\'s room. Daria turned around to mouth \'Wish me luck\' at Evian who smiled and spoke out loud instead,
"Good luck."
*Bang*
The doors closed shut and Evian was left alone.
To join the upcoming War meeting, Evian needed to change but when he made to do so, another \'pressing\' matter came to the forefront of his mind.
\'Assistant, pull up my Decadence Update.\'
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[Decadence: Denounced Wraith {2600/700 Soul Points}]
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\'Alright, now open up the Decadent Store.\'
The interface opened up in its usual wide rectangular holographic screen and knowing what he sought, Evian ignored the other tabs to click on [Manuscripts] after which he scrolled to his target;
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-Wraithic Weapon Modification Manuscript: Learn how to give your chosen mortal weapon the aura and identity of a soul reaper that it clearly needs to match your Decadence.
Cost: 1000 Soul Points.
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He clicked on it.
[Confirm Your Purchase] [Yes] [No]
He clicked \'Yes\' and unlike the usual way information would simply flow into his mind, he instead saw a Grey scroll smoking with Eldritch energy emerge out of the Holographic screen.
The scroll unrolled and was filled with multiple words and symbols along hundreds of lines. The scroll was so long it trailed to the ground and even continued to stretch away for many feet after. With just a casual glance, Evian could tell every single one of the symbols/words was different from the other.
\'Wh-what is this?\' Evian asked with an unsure smile at such a grand presentation. It was as though he was being intimidated by what he was about to learn.
[Are you sure you wish to learn the Manuscript?]
\'Of course.\' Evian answered simply.
[Be aware that this is different from learning spells or learning how to fashion yourself a Health Pack. This is a much more impactful and extensive undertaking. Do not say \'YES\' lightly.]
\'I already confirmed the purchase, so yes.\'
[Very well, Ready Yourself. This will be a Trial!]
The Decadent Assistant\'s warning was so sudden and urgent, Evian\'s back tingled with worry, and he instinctively screwed up his attention and mental fortification and readied himself for invasion... And then it began.
The Scroll stabbed into his forehead and started pushing through in a garish display of information impartation that immediately swelled Evian\'s head with an ache that caused his grey eyes to budge while his handsome face twisted as his mouth fell open.
"Ack..."
Evian started to scream but almost immediately lost his voice and his mouth remained open wide in horror as he slowly went to his knees, his entire psyche became completely overwhelmed by the volume of information he was getting force-fed.
His thoughts became the only means of expression he had and only one word came to mind,
\'F-Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Fuuccckkkk...\'
Evian shuddered as his entire body was at the mercy of the sheer mental weight. His arms were useless by his sides and his nerves, commanding any voluntary movement, were completely frozen as he underwent his Trial... ... A Trial that seemed more intent on breaking him than making him.