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For hours, the session continued in full swing. As much as Frida wanted monopoly of Evian\'s dick once she finally got her turn; she was unable to keep up her strength and had to surrender for Yvette to get back on the pole- so to speak.

The activities moved from the bed to the bath without missing a beat. The mature women brought their A-game. If Evian could be worn out, he would have been because they certainly gave it a very good try.

When it all finally came to an end, Yvette allowed herself a long sleep to get refreshed for a new day and her official start as Reagent and Evian gathered up Frida in his arms, left the Larnak Estate and began the journey to return the Lordess to her Territory.

"I can walk," Frida grumbled when Evian\'s Wraithic Phasing had deposited them outside the Larnak Estate grounds. She was dressed in a sheer nightgown that at the very least kept her modesty from a distance.

"I\'m not entirely sure about that," Evian answered with a smile as his legs set off on a run. His senses were keen and his Phasing was at the ready for the slightest indication that they caught anyone\'s eyes.

He didn\'t care if he was seen, but he certainly cared if Frida was and it had very little to do with her status as Lordess.

"Set me down and I\'ll show you," Frida said with a snort.

Evian chuckled but said nothing.

He was familiar with the Lordess\' game.

She was more than strong enough to pull herself out of his arms but despite all her complaints and grumbles, she only snuggled into his chest harder- pressing her nose into his body and taking long whiffs of his scent fresh from his bath and yet still mixed with his manly musk.

Anyway, Evian had long decided to handle the return journey. After all, it was he who told Frida to send her entourage back to the Renan Territory without her while he smuggled her into Yvette\'s room for a long night of intense fucking.

Also, for all her bravado, Frida was weak. Her legs still shaking and her body still shuddered in Evian\'s arms.

"Mmmm..." She couldn\'t even stop herself from letting out a satisfied mewl due to the safety she felt in Evian\'s hold. Her eyelids fluttered before her eyes slowly closed and she fell into a gentle slumber due to the gentle joustling of Evian\'s movement.

Her eyes opened when her back hit her bed and Evian was smiling down at her while tucking her in. Thanks to his knowledge of the Renan Estate after many visits and trips to this very room, he could Phase precisely and avoid every guard, or Estate worker patrolling or roaming the grounds.

"Oh," Frida said with a mumble, "We\'re here."

"Yes we are," Evian said with a nod.

"So," Frida said looking from his handsome face to the room at large, "Do we continue?"

She propped herself up with her elbows and stretched a hand to touch the front of Evian\'s clothes, pulling him closer with a suggestive smile,

"It\'s just me and you now," she said while licking her lower lip.

"Some other time," he promised.

"Tah, you\'re no fun," Frida said before falling back to the bed.

"And you\'re tired," Evian told her while rolling his eye, "You can\'t handle another round."

"Yes, I can!"

"No, you can\'t," Evian shook his head.

Frida opened her mouth before having to place the back of her over in a weak attempt to stifle her fatigued yawn,

"Yeah, maybe I can\'t," she finally admitted, "Hey, whatever happened to that Arcanist friend of yours."

"She\'s no longer in Verdelen City," Evian said, "She had to return to the Church."

"Ah," Frida said in realization, "So that\'s why I haven\'t seen her."

Evian chuckled,

"Her being away has little or nothing to do with that. Even while she was in the City, you only ever saw her once," he pointed out.

Frida shrugged as best she could and nodded,

"True," she said with a light smile, "But then again, we had very little in common. She\'s too far gone into that farce of a Cultivation path and I\'m too uninterested to try to pull her out."

Evian simply chuckled. He had very little interest in the battle of orientations so he just bid the Renan Lordess good night (even though it was dawn) before turning away.

"I expect your return," Frida called to him with a smile even as she drifted off to delightful sleep.

As he phased his way out of Frida\'s grand Territory-ruling room, Evian\'s mind went to Daria, not for the first time since she left a week ago.

The leave had not been particularly sudden.

They were inside her room, within her Church-allocated home when Daria mentioned that her Retreat had come to an end and she had to return to give a report at The Sacrosanct- The Holy City of the Arcane Church and the Headquarters of the Faith.

Why she would have to give a report on a Retreat that had been for personal enlightenment, Evian was not exactly sure idea and she did not elaborate.

Despite an obvious reluctance, Daria was resolute.

A Carriage arrived for her the day after she gave Evian the news and she was gone.

Evian was not exactly pleased with the departure but he consoled himself with the knowledge that this would not be the last time they would see each other not because of fate or destiny or some other obscure nonsense but rather because Evian had long believed his journey as the Soul-Eating Horn dog he was lay far beyond Verdelen City.

A visit to \'Hallowed Ground\' was now very much on his list.

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-The Sacrosanct-

(Sacred Ground) - At least according to the devouts who lived and served there.

An Architectural marvel teeming with the grandeur of tradition. The air was thick with a magical aura and an incredible Spiritual energy which was expected as the Sacrosanct was the convergence of all Arcane excellence in the Verlice Kingdom. The best of the best of Arcanists called it their home.

The Holy City was a government of its own, usually running on its own laws and decrees exempt from that of the Verlice Royal Family.

Here, His Most Holy, the Arcane Pontiff had a higher standing than the Verlice King himself- Ruling over all members of the Arcane Church with his Cardinal of Priests and Priestesses.

As the Carriage she was in, chugged closer to the Sanctorum (The largest Church ground to ever be built- one that had stood for millennia), Daria remembered the awe she used to feel as a denizen of the City. She had been raised in the Sacrosanct\'s Districts and streets and never had she been \'used\' to the grandeur. It always felt incredible- However, now she realized she had lost that feeling.

Her brain still registered just how impressive it all was but as she got closer, she was reminded that she was getting farther and farther away from Evian.

She wished she could call this a quick check-in and report so she could be allowed out again and get back to Verdelen City- To Evian... Alas, there was a likeliness that an inquest would follow her report considering the reason her retreat had ended as early as it did.

"Miss Daria, we\'re here," the Coachman said and with an acknowledging nod, Daria disembarked and was quickly met with an entourage not really meant to honor her but rather to guide her.

The Witch walked through the corridors trying to stave off her worry but only succeeding in increasing it. She had a secret she doubted even they knew and the more she walked, the more she felt sure she would get found out.

She and the entourage stopped in front of Enchanted doors teeming with magical energy and etched with symbols. The doors swung open enough to allow her in and with a deep breath, Daria walked in while the entourage remained outside as the doors closed shut.

The hall she was in was tinted in red and right ahead was a step leading up to a higher platform. The side of the steps and all about the hall were adorned with structures and statues meant as representations of various Parables and teachings that were deeply rooted in the Arcane Faith.

"Welcome back," said a voice from the top of the stairs and with clear sounds of heels to refine platforms, a figure climbed down.

Her bust, large as it was, was bound to attract attention first and then there was her hair, black, long, braided, and reaching past her wide hips that teased an ample backside. Her beautiful face was the timeless sort tethering between youthful and ageless. And then, there were her eyes- They were red like a reflection of the color in the hall.

"You look well," the woman said.

Daria went to her knees,

"Priestess Arleen," she said in the only answer she could think to give.

Priestess Arleen smiled and with a wave of her hand, she pulled Daria to her feet with Spiritual energy,

"No need to kneel to greet me, child," she said calmly.

Daria let out a sigh of relief but before it could even truly set in, the Priestess spoke again...

"Save that kneeling for when we discuss your recent misconduct."

... And her heart skipped a few beats.

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Image of Priestess Arleen

Image of Daria (Finally!)