Page 101 of A Soul to Guide

The limbs were tapered, the tips thin, the bases thick enough to stretch her. They wriggled inside her, repeatedly pressing against the front of her channel like they were desperately searching for something to grip. What they did keep gripping, keep assaulting, keep twisting and swirling against was her G-spot.

Within seconds of having them inside her, Raewyn let out a haunting scream. She milked them, her channel quivering as she came. From her clit to her inner walls, she was in utter bliss.

By his gruff voice echoing through her orgasm, she registered he’d said something. Raewyn shuddered, even though she couldn’t make it out, too busy experiencing every nerve ending in her body sparking to life all at once.

Something about her smelling good, maybe even wanting to taste it?

Don’t stop.Raewyn squirmed, twisted, and turned. At one point, she knew her feet had left the ground, as her knees momentarily lifted. He just held her up, her slick running down her legs, tickling her all the way to the sides of her ankles.

Something on his cock was spreading her thighs apart, a ring-like ball that thickened, but his tail kept them together. It seemed too big to pass through properly, but she barely registered it.

Then, just when she thought she’d disintegrate, her ongoing orgasm starting to dry out like she had nothing left to give, Merikh shoved forward and paused.

His tentacles pushed down as the ones around her legs clamped onto her. Then, his entire cock swelled, beginning to pulsate and throb. Merikh’s tail and hands tightened on her as he shook her with his intense shudders.

Her ears picked up the heavy splatter that hit the tree in front of them, as well as the woofing roar he released up towards the canopy over them. Raewyn felt each time he released a heavy spurt of seed, heard the liquid splatter that followed.

He gave little absented-minded thrusts, soft and shallow.

He’s coming.There was a cock between her thighs coming, and the idea of it twisted her mind and made her nipples ache.

His scent, his roar, his heat, all of it made her breath hitch, and his ending groan had her eyes closing in contentment.

I don’t care if it’s wrong. It was amazing.

As the last quake rippled across Merikh’s flesh, causing his quills to quiver, his thoughts and body split apart into two fragments of warring internal conflict.

He was satisfied, since he’d emptied himself against the tree supporting them. He’d practically watered it in his seed, his release heavy and mind scrambling.

Yet, his cock was still unbearably hard, and his tentacles were still gripping. He wanted to turn this woman, lift her, then shove her body down on top of his aching shaft. He wanted to screw her until neither one of them could move.

The scent of her arousal, her orgasms, her skin and hair – it was all almost intoxicating.

The moment he’d gotten a whiff of it while chasing her, his mind had split between hunting his prey to devour it, and hunting his prey to mount it.

While he was in his enraged state,nothinghad ever brought him back to reality. Usually, he was a mindless, hungry, uncontrollable beast – Merikh always let those squeezing invisible hands massaging his brain win. Willingly, he gave himself over to the worst of what he was.

Her scent was the only thing that truly saved her today, and currently, it was poisoning him.

She reeked of it, of her own sex. It was dizzying.

He didn’t understand it.Do all Elves produce this kind of intense scent?He’d been fine around the hundreds of humans he could smell fornicating through the walls of their houses. Although pleasant in their own way, it never bothered him before.

He’d never been frenzied for it, desperate to smell it, taste it, feel it, have it cover his fur until it masked his own damn scent.

What the fuck was she getting all hot and turned on for? Being chased? Sleeping in a cave? He wondered if it had something to do with him, or if Elves were usually such perverted, horny creatures.

Whatever the case may be, it was fraying his nerves.

He liked being in control of his desires, or just himself, until he decided to let his aggressive instincts take control. This? This he wasn’t accustomed to, this he didn’t know how to navigate, and he didn’t know if he particularly liked it.

Merikh had no interest in obtaining a bride. He’d rather not wish for things he couldn’t have, because if he were being honest with himself, what idiot would agree to bond with him? Putting aside the fact he was hateful and spiteful, he was a Duskwalker, for pity’s sake.

He was a monster – deemed ugly, disgusting, and despicable by every sentient creature, humans and Demons alike.

He wouldn’t start feeding those fantasies when only a fool would think it was possible, especially with such abewitchingfemale. He was sure the moment they were in her realm, she’d stop becoming aroused in his presence when she had her own kind to fornicate with.

After meeting two of them – her and Jabez – he was under the impression they were all pretty fuckers. Why would she choose him when there were better options?

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