Page 162 of A Soul to Guide

“Faster,” she pleaded.

He was savouring her, but she was so close already that she needed more.

Her head fell back, little cries cracking past parted lips, when he gave her exactly what she wanted. The cyclone of his swirling tongue picked up speed. The swishing and squelching of it was so terribly vulgar that it became erotic, a sound only made by this, by him and his wicked tongue.

Her legs clamped around his skull like she wanted to crush it as liquid ecstasy burst from her. She came hard, her back arched as she hung from his horns, and she grew so hot, she feared she’d pass out. Merikh gave her an appreciative snarl that tickled her insides as he shook his head like he wanted to spur her on to give him more.

“That’s it, Raewyn,” he rasped against her, making her toes curl until her calves cramped. “Drown me in your taste. Give it to me.”

He didn’t stop thrusting, even after she stopped.

She tried to push his head away, her body twitching in aftershocks, but there was no relief. He withdrew his tongue so she could feel the entire length of it slip over one side of her folds, tickling it as he swiped over her swollen clit before going to the other side.

He did it repeatedly, like he was seeking more.

“How can something taste this good? It’s like liquid heaven.”

“Merikh, please,” she begged, her legs jolting each time he stroked and rubbed her clit. “I’m too sensitive now.”

He didn’t stop licking, but he at least moved away to steal what he could from the creases of her thighs before he followed a path down her legs. He was tracing where the orgasm she’d given herself earlier had trickled down.

He was completely cleaning her, pressing deeply to make sure he took every speck that she constantly felt his fangs and snout brushing over her. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed the scrape of bone caressing over her.

Then, when he was done, he came at her pussy from the side as he swiped it one last time. His rough tongue abraded her with his tastebuds, but it only left pleasure in its wake.

Merikh stood and gingerly let her feet touch the ground before he placed his hands on the stone bench on either side of her. His breaths fanned over her like a wave of orange, cinnamon, and her essence, each one heavy and shaking with need.

His demand was quiet, soft, like a husky plea. “Get on your knees.”

Raewyn’s stomach flipped. If she were to reach forward right now, would his cock be jutting between them and greeting her palms? Raewyn nibbled her lip nervously, knowing that his dick was impressive, and she was unsure if she’d be able to manage its size.

When she took too long to move, claws scraped into the stone behind her, and the tiniest whine echoed from his chest.

“Please,don’t leave me like this.”

He sounded like he was in so much pain, like his cock was unbearably hard and aching. Her stomach flipped again. Her satisfaction was ebbing, rubbed away by rekindling desire.

Having no qualms about complying, she slowly pushed off so she could kneel for him. She didn’t particularly appreciate it when a stray tentacle lightly slapped her on the cheek.

She expected him to chuckle like any man would, but he grunted and shifted slightly. Caring more about her comfort, he said, “Sorry, I’ll hold them down.”

Once she was on her knees for him, there was a sweetness to the air, one that had her mouth watering. Dripping wetness greeted her as she encompassed the head with both hands. The moment she made contact, he let out a woofing, low exhale as he thrust nearly the entire length into her hands.

With one twisting stroke of both hands, she explored him.

She felt the round, bulbous head, the rim that seemed to multiply four more times with his ridges. There was little in the centre, just thick veins that throbbed heavily against her sensitive skin. About three-quarters of the way down, she brushed her hands over the twisted ring, and his entire cock swelled in thickness. Finally, she stroked near the base where his tentacles were connected and stroked over two embedded ovals that were hot and firm, and something dripped onto her knee as he let out a deep expire. A heavy drop of precum, perhaps?

Coming back up, she stroked everything again, but also pressed her thumbs into the deep groove on the underside as she went.

His cock was saturated in liquid, but it was so hard, sheknewhe must be in agony. Even her just touching him was making his knees shake.

Feeling sorry for him, she held him halfway and darted her head forward so she could strike the very tip with her tongue.

Two different tastes hit her tastebuds, one liquid thin, the other thick. She’d taken in both his lubricant and heavy drop of overflowing precum. Both were sweet, both tasted like his scent, and both had her moaning wildly against the tip of his dick.

Merikh widened his stance as he uttered a low,“Fuck.”

Maybe it was just the feeling of everything, the hardness, the heat, the liquid, and even the shape, but her hands and mouth were already adoring this. However, it was his aphrodisiac draflium flower scent and taste that had her mind going blank, like her brain was being wrapped up in a dizzy haze.

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