Page 80 of A Soul to Guide

It wasn’t her fault!

To be fair, what had been subtly rocking against her back had been frighteningly huge. What had been slipping over her entire lower back had felt like the thickness of her thigh. She doubted it was going to fit inside her, no matter how much they tried.

She hadn’t known the swirl around it would break apart into four tentacles with soft insides that now gripped her legs. She hadn’t known it was only shielding his cock, and that it was far easier to manage.

It was still big, but not as scary as before.

She was also nervous about beingthatintimate with Merikh. This... petting was okay. Well, shemadeit okay in her mind, but full-blown sex with someone she barely knew, half-trusted, and who had some questionable tendencies was worrisome.

She was considering it.

His cock felt so good just rubbing the lips of her folds, and she wondered if she’d just melt into a blissful puddle of goo if he started shoving that texture inside her.

Her thoughts were split. She was too busy trying to grind into his cock until their combined movements sent her hurdling into another orgasm to truly think about anything else.

It didn’t help that his groans were gruff and so masculine it made her ears tingle.

Every nerve ending was sparking.

His scent was just as mind-numbing. When she licked at her lips, she brought a small taste of his slick and a hint of something else into her mouth, and her entire body throbbed all at once. Her breath hitched, and her pussy clenched tight.

Just as she was about to come, something strange happened that stole her complete attention: an image began to form.

Raewyn covered her eyes.I-I can see?

Dizziness swam through her head, her mind not adjusted to having any kind of physical sight in years.

His thrusts and her pleasure were the reason it took her hazy mind longer to register what she was actually seeing. She covered her eyes as she closed them, and yet the image didn’t fade.

There was a fiery purple ring dancing around the edges of her vision. It gave the outside of the image a purple glow, whereas the middle was hyper focused, too clear to be normal.

Raewyn was looking down at herself. She couldn’t change where she was gazing, no matter how hard she tried.

“What’s happening?” she whispered through pants.

“The fuck kind of question is that?” he growled. It didn’t truly sound negative, but rather raspy and broken.

His hips moved faster, slammed harder against her backside, and his lubricant dripped down her thighs until it was pooling on her pubic mound and dripping down her cheeks.

Why could she see herself bouncing up and down from his movements, her breasts swirling from them? Why could she see her braids trying to tangle with each other, or that his dark-grey hand was right next to them?

She hardly believed it was real until she moved her hands from her face and saw the action herself.

Then it changed, and Raewyn’s breaths hitched when she was now staring down at her legs. She truly saw what was shoving between her thighs.

His cock was purple, as were the tentacles she could just see the tips of. The ridges near the head almost looked like duplicates of the rim of his cock, but they were darker, nearly black.

Raewyn couldn’t help herself. She lifted her hands to the tip of his snout, seeing the white of the bone in his vision.

He-he’s sharing his sight with me,she thought, when she saw her fingers grazing his bony snout.

Everything became tighter, like he pulled her closer because of the open touch to his face. His fangs parted against her palms, and his warm breath pleasantly wrapped around her skin. His cock became thicker as he let out the tiniest growl, before it went back down to normal, and he let out a deep huff.

His movements slowed but became more forceful.

Raewyn’s eyelids flickered at the new depth. Her body arched, her hands falling away to curl into fists against her chest, and her lips parted.

Any embarrassment she suffered at watching herself come, hearing her haunting scream echo against the walls, was devoured by the pleasure that struck her. Her pussy swelled with liquid and clamped down on nothing.

---