Page 144 of A Soul to Guide

“That’s enough,” he bit with an undertone of a heated growl.

What she’d done was more than enough to prove she desired him. He didn’t think his sanity could survive watching her masturbate with his hand and stretch herself to take his own cock.

Sheathing the claws of his right hand, Merikh shoved it forward and slipped the tip of his middle finger against the swollen nub of her clit. Leaning forward, he wrapped his arm around the back of her curls, moving his hand to the other side, then pressed the still-extended claws of his left hand to the underside of her jaw so he could lift her head.

“You’ve done enough,” he said as he licked from one cheek to the other with his flat tongue, catching her soft, malleable lips with it. “I’ll take it from here.”

With her gown crinkled around his wrist, Raewyn let out a broken gasp as he stroked her clit. She bucked into his finger, the slit of her pussy so wet, her arousal so strong, that she soaked the tip.

She grabbed around his wrist as he gently played with her, her thighs twitching and clenching around his hand. Just by her reaction, he could tell she’d been aching for a while. So, he shoved his hand deeper and speared her with his finger to help ease her.

Raewyn moaned and tried to lean into him for support, but he didn’t let her as he continued to lick across her lips, ‘kissing’ in return for all the ones she had gifted him before.

She was so relaxed, she was loose enough for him to be able to spear her with a second digit without too much resistance, and he panted against her for it.

She’s so hot inside.He moved his thick fingers back and forth, her pussy tight and slick, like she was sucking on them. Her core was quick to quiver, and Merikh dragged her closer, his tongue becoming more incessant, even when he sunk it into her mouth.She’s so hot, and wet, and tight.

She was like a snug little pool of inferno; one he was about to be inside of. He hoped she scalded him.

His pants deepened at the idea, choking in his lungs as he forced her to take a third finger.

Her shaken moan tingled his ears, and her scent clogged his brain. His fur and quills lifted as a swirl of need began to cyclone within his chest.

She tried to rub his cock for him, but each touch was sloppy as he thrust his fingers. She was too busy shivering against him, too busy turning inward, rocking on her feet so she could buck into his fingers for more. He spread them, stretching her further in preparation to take his cock, and she pulled her head back.

He didn’t let her escape, his tongue twisting inside her mouth, stealing every drop of saliva to quench his yearning to taste her sweet cunt.

Her moans grew sharper, and she dug her nails into the back of his wrist. He didn’t even mind when her other hand did it to his cock. Her movements became more jarring, her core spasming like crazy as her back arched.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, yanking his fingers and tongue from her. She cried at the loss, but Merikh ignored it as he fisted her dress and slipped it up over her head. “The next time you come, it’ll be around me.”

He darted his hands down and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her until her legs were spread around his hips. She wrapped them around his arse, and, despite his warning, ground her clit against the groove underneath his cock.

Merikh climbed his way onto the bed and turned so he could lie down. She knelt over him, nestled over his shaft, and nibbled her bottom lip as she selfishly moved. He grabbed her arse and halted her.

“I thought you would be on top,” she whispered as she leaned back.

Merikh’s gaze fell on her chest. Her breasts were round and firm looking, with stiff nipples that were shades darker than her smooth, rich flesh. He wanted to nibble at them with his fangs.

“I will only be able to hold back for so long,” he rasped, licking at his snout.

If she wantedtimeto adjust without being violently rutted, then she needed to be the one on top. The moment he started thrusting, he wouldn’t stop until he was spent.

Her nails dug into his abdomen as she tried to shift forward so she could keep grinding. He didn’t let her, and her eyes crinkled into agonised bows.

“Please, Merikh. I want to come.”

Fuck, she wasn’t making it easy for him not to snap.

I want her to see how obscene she looks right now.With her digging her nails in to sit on his cock currently jutting up and resisting against her stomach. His tentacles were trying to circle her, to drag her closer in the hopes she would sink him into bliss.

He wanted her to see how needy she looked for his monstrous purple dick – each ridge, the thick head, the knotted ring at the bottom. How her lips were parted on panted breaths, wet and swollen from him playing with them. How her expression appeared dazed as she sat on top of a Duskwalker’s fur-covered body.

He wanted her to see what she was tormenting him with, how beautiful and sinful she appeared.

“Nooo, stop,” she whined, raising both her hands to her face to cover it.

He didn’t mean to share his sight with her, but he shuddered all the same at knowing she could see herself.

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