Page 160 of A Soul to Guide

She didn’t.

She torments me. It’s not fair.

Even now, she was doing so.

She was having her daily bath, but instead of wading in waist-deep water, she was sitting on the lake’s edge. Flaunting her body, as though he might not be nearby and able to watch her, she rested back on straightened arms and turned her face up to the sun’s heat.

She was naked, her back arched, pushing up her chest so her breasts almost pointed up to the sky while the ends of her wet hair brushed the grass behind her. With the light bathing her, she appeared lovelier than ever.

It was hard to look away. He thought he may have been content to gaze upon the scene until time ended and he withered away into dust. He didn’t even need to involve himself to be entranced by her, deriving pleasure in just being able to look.

He didn’t mean to stare, and at first, he’d tried not to, but the more her scent clogged his brain, the less of a hold he had on himself.

While she was there, he tried to continue his task, to pull his sight to it. Then she made just the slightest movement and caught his full attention.

Merikh yelped when he speared his thumb with a sewing needle so deeply, he thought he might have scratched bone. He accidentally flung away the ball of string connected to it. Since he was resting against one of the trees next to the lake, he watched it roll.

The fact it’d happened was so damn stupid of him, proving just how terrible his luck was, that he just stared at the spot it’d plopped into the water.

Shit.He still had the needle side, but there was no point in him chasing after a wet ball that was likely unravelling. It would damage the leather he’d finally finished curing after days.

He’d split the skin, dried it, rubbed it with oils, and even hung it out to stretch. Wetting it when it wasn’t quite ready would be foolish. He’d ruin it.

He clawed the string to cut it and placed his skull in his hands with a sigh.I’d only just started sewing this.

It was a test piece. He’d cut it to a specific size, but he did worry he’d made it too small. He also didn’t know if it would be thick enough, even though he’d double layered it.

Maybe I can hold my breath as I go inside this time?It would be better to do it while she was bathing. She wouldn’t find a reason to keep him in there until he was forced to suck in oxygen.

His orbs turned white when he lowered his hands and found where she was sitting was empty. He let out a distressed whine, realising she’d gone inside.

I should have grabbed my herb satchel while I had the chance.He could have blocked her out if he shoved it into his nose hole.

Instead, all the blood in his body had drained from his brain straight into his dick. He’d just taken the belts and sewing instruments he needed and ran off with his tail so kinked, he thought it was going to snap off.

I could go in silently.If he didn’t produce his vibration, she wouldn’t notice him there.

A trickle of shame ran down his nape. He didn’t want to do that; it felt wrong to trick her and sneak around her.

Food wafted into the air, the Elf beginning to cook her lunch. See? She was more than capable of doing it by herself. He didn’t know why she regularly asked him for assistance.

Staring down at the leather between his spread legs, Merikh eventually growled at himself. He was acting rather pathetic, and he was growing annoyed with himself.

What was one woman against a Duskwalker? He’d fought harder battles than this; actually, he usually revelled in the fight. So why was he currently being so... feeble?

With his resolve renewed, he rose to his feet to obtain new sewing instruments.

Her scent was so thick, it reached him before he’d even come to the entrance of his cave. He cut off his breathing, hoping to keep his sanity for as long as possible.

Just as he started his vibration and was about to enter, Merikh’s feet halted of their own accord at the sight that greeted him. All sound from him dissipated.

The stone bench was just in front of him, the sunlight pouring in, and Raewyn was between it and the cooking hearth.

Leaning her entire torso over the bench, her arm beneath her face so she could bite into her forearm to hide most of her noises, her other hand was beneath her skirt. Even with the layers of material hiding it, he could see her fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy. Her legs were twitching, her slim torso heaving.

His orbs flashed to purple, just as his already-hardening cock burst from his seam so fast, not even his tentacles were prepared. The sensitive head was instantly abraded by the inside of his shorts, and his breath slammed out of him.

Frozen, unable to do anything but pant and watch, he knew the moment she came.

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