Page 165 of A Soul to Guide

His cock constantly swelled as his seed sacs ached. Everything was hot as they throbbed along with his erratically beating heart.

He didn’t mean to whine at his own thoughts. He was torn.I want to come in her mouth so badly.But if she was just going to reject it afterwards, spit it out and wash it away, it would just upset him. He’d rather come against the ground.

He wanted her to taste him, to dirty that pretty face of hers. He wanted his scent in her, on her, to stain her in a predatory marking of‘mine.’

His thoughts were all over the place, his mind turning to goo, while it felt like he was going to melt in her mouth.

The bubbling rumble in his chest and the tingle at the base of his spine told him he was about to come, whether he wanted to or not.

His knot began to inflate down his shaft, and he was unable to go deep because of it. He couldn’t knot her face, not if he wanted her tosurvivepast this.

His seed began to rise, his cock in absolute blissful agony. His mind blanked, and he was unable to pull away from the heat of her mouth.

Merikh shoved her down on him, breeching her throat and forcing her lips to his knot as he let loose a loud, bellowing roar. Seed exploded from him in thick, spurting ropes as he came down her throat and into her stomach so she could hold it for him.

The pleasure of doing so... Merikh left permanent and deep gouge marks in his stone bench. His quills lifted, his tail slapping against the side of the kitchen hearth behind him. Even his sight closed, unable to keep it open under the onslaught of this profound pleasure.

When his orgasm slowed, he pulled back so he could at least coat her tongue with the last two ropes of liquid.

Merikh withdrew to stare at her, his still mostly hard cock dropping downwards. He cupped the side of her face and parted her panting mouth wider. With a seed-covered tongue, she licked at her lips and made him shudder when she swallowed it all down.

Would she have swallowed my seed if I had come in her mouth?If there was a next time, he’d like to find out.

He hadn’t known his lubricant had dripped down her chin and throat to wet the top of her dress. It was even glistening between her breasts.

The issue Merikh found himself with was that her scent was buzzing with deep arousal. She was dazed with it.

“Merikh...”

The moment she whispered his name, undeniable need, lust, and craving struck him. He missed the taste of her essence already.

Withinseconds,he’d rent her dress into two pieces, tearing it from her to expose her beautiful, naked body. Then, she was on her back, laying on the ground parallel to the stone bench as he lowered himself and spread her legs.

He shoved his tongue deep into the well of her flooded cunt and drank from it. He lifted her slightly by her thighs, groaning as he tried to take every drop. He shuddered when she grabbed his horns, finally finding a safe place to hold on to him, and just let herself go, her feet securely on his shoulders.

Sucking him had turned her on, and the deep satisfaction of that had him wanting to ease her in return.

Her taste was divine, and from the first moment he’d finally had a sample of it, he knew he was obsessed with it. Her sweet little cries were his reward as he pleasured every inch of her with his tongue.

He swirled deep, then lashed her pretty clit so her legs would twitch for him. He explored her tasty merlot-coloured folds, her lips, just to make sure he touched anywhere and everywhere that could feel good for her.

By the time she came for him, his cock had hardened back up and rendered his mind fuckinguselessunless he spent again. He rested himself on one elbow and his knees so he could reach down and grip his shaft. He stroked it, content to do it this way if he could keep delving his tongue.

If heaven existed and he was allowed into it, and it wasn’t him in this exact position with Raewyn’s spasming cunt around his tongue, he’d burn the place to the fucking ground.

Whether it was his feverish groan or the fact that one of her legs bounced from him pawing at his cock, she eventually realised what he was doing.

She tugged on his horns to stop him, to pull his skull from between her thighs.

The snarl he produced was so feral, it even turned his orbs red for a moment. Right now, her pussy was his, and he was tasting it. It was his to feast on, to drown in.

“C-come here. You don’t have to do that,” she pleaded, unafraid of his threatening sounds, like she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

She shivered, her eyelids flickering as he petted the swollen, textured ridge inside her. She moaned, then bit her lip as she turned her face down to him, as though she was trying to think through muddled thoughts.

She looked just as heated as he felt, just as desperate and undone.

She opened her mouth and then chewed at her lip again. She looked conflicted.

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