Page 166 of A Soul to Guide

“Fuck me,” she panted.

Merikh paused, surprised she’d offered that as her word choice.

“This is fine, Raewyn,” he reassured as he gave her adorable little clit a gentle side swipe. She’d already done more than enough when she sucked him.

With her cheeks puffed and her eyes narrowed, she yanked as hard as she could on his horns.

“Oh, just fuck me, you big, silly Duskwalker.” Then she self-consciously closed her eyes as she half-yelled, “I want you to shove your cock in my pussy and pound into me until my eyes cross and I can’t think of anything else! I don’t care how hard or how fast. Please. I need it. I needyou.”

Merikh nearly mangled his cock in his fist, especially when it swelled in enthusiasm.Fuck,that was hot; he couldn’t believe someone had said that to him.

Screw it.She was trying her hardest to get him to bend to her will, and he couldn’t deny her anymore.

Still on a straightened arm, he roughly pawed one of her thighs to grab it. He slid her across the ground while tilting his hips, and with an enthusiastic snarl, he mounted her fully by the time she was completely under him.

Raewyn arched with a surprised moan, her lips parting wide.

Before she could do anything foolish, he grabbed both her hands within his own and pinned them down.

Spreading remnants of her come across her lips and cheek with his tongue until he reached her ear, he grunted, “Fine.”

Then, with her arousal coating his fangs and the tip of his snout, he started thrusting, moving in and out of her hard and fast.

If she wanted him that badly, he’d give her whatever she wanted. She’d been so good to him earlier, so forgiving and naughty while she sucked him – even now, while he slammed into her, just the memory made him shudder.

If she’d rather come around his thrusting cock than his tongue, he’d submit and let her. He’d let this pretty little fairy have whatever she craved right now, so long as he could keep touching her.

Merikh was tired of holding back.

Although he’d been hiding it from her, he desired Raewyn like a sickening ache. He’d wanted to taste, to touch, to feel from the first moment he’d properly seen her face, but it was her shiny personality, so completely opposite to him, that had him stuck under her spell.

For weeks, she’d been nagging at him, wearing him down until he felt raw. The last two days had been unbearable. She’d been driving him insane, warping him until he thought his mind and heart would switch places. He was still pent up and frustrated, and for once, he just wanted to stop caring.

He wanted to pretend he didn’t have any troubling thoughts and have one good, pleasurable memory in his life.

Being inside her was wonderful, like rapture and beautiful torture at the same time. She was so soft, so warm, and she smelt so nice, it was soothing any aggression within him.

His hips were still fast, his thrusts still hard, but instead of growling and snarling, he just groaned her name like he was calling for salvation.“Raewyn.”

Each time she came, trying to milk his cock in hungry little clenches, his head sagged more and more until he rested the side of it against one of their connected hands. He buried his entire face into her curls.

He was at her mercy and was thankful his tormentor was kind enough to let him slake his lust on her.

At some point, she’d managed to free one of her hands. Since she’d wrapped it around the back of his skull, a place where it couldn’t be hurt, he let it stay free. It gave him the freedom to hold her arse in his hand and keep her still when his tentacles began to forcibly latch on.

It gave him the freedom to detach them from her right as he was about to come so he could pull his cock from her. He did it in a way that pushed him downwards, and he groaned as the top of his shaft rubbed through her soaking folds.

He groaned and quaked as the first rope of seed left him and splattered against the ground. He’d already used his fist to bring himself close to release.

“Wait, no,” she whispered.

She darted her free hand between them and gripped his cock, causing him to blank out when she squeezed his sensitive and engorged knot. Merikh didn’t have a chance of fighting. She redirected his cock head, and instead of him coming against the ground, she made him do it over her.

He thrust into her hand, his head turning up as she stroked him at the same time. He was overcome by each of his senses simultaneously obliterating him.

His lungs caved in as his heart tried to give out, and he shook as his tail flicked and slapped the ground.

The aftershocks that assaulted him were violent and intense. He hadn’t even realised he’d arched his back until he was falling forward and trying not to crush her.

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