Page 164 of A Soul to Guide

She should have taken his snarl as the forewarning it was, but his thrusts picking up speed had her just trying to steady herself through it.

Merikh pushed her head down at the same time as he thrust forward.

Raewyn’s squeak of surprise was cut off by his cock popping past the back of her throat. Her hands fell away from his groin so she could dig her nails into his thighs.

He halted the moment his four tentacles wrapped around her entire head, cuddling her in their limbs, when she’d swallowed every inch of his cock. With it lodged deep into her throat, her lips pressed against his oval seed sacs, the twisted ring sat against her tongue.

Tears bubbled in her eyes from the pressure of his girth, but there was no pain. The only discomfort was that she couldn’t breathe.

Raewyn did not care.

Not when Merikh was absolutely losing his mind.

His yelp had been loud, but his strangled pants were even louder. His legs were shaking, like he’d almost gone to the tips of his toes as he arched, yet his hips twitched, like they didn’t know what to do with the pleasure that assaulted him.

She could hold her breath. She could handle this because of his healing magic. She just wanted more of that, more of him doing whatever he wanted for once to feel good.

Raewyn cupped between her legs with both hands, wanting to ease the profound throbbing by pushing her palms down on her clit. Her entire body had clenched at the intrusion, and even her pussy had clamped down hard. In its wake, it left her more turned on than she’d ever been.

She felt undeniably empty.

So fucking tight,Merikh internally groaned, as he was suspended in a moment of complete and utter stillness from the constriction around his cock. It felt like his heart was about to stop.

Merikh shouldn’t have let the intrusive thoughts win, but he’d known that if he could fit in her mouth, then he could fit in her throat. He was deeper than he could reach within her pussy unless he altered her body, but he didn’t need to with this. Considering the pain that was softly throbbing in his own oesophagus from the transfer, it was likely uncomfortable for her.

Under his fingertips, her throat had expanded.

She’d tensed below him, but she couldn’t back away with his tentacles keeping her down in a tight huddle.

He should back out. He should pull away. He should apologise, but the bliss of the tightness, the hard texture, the warmth of her tongue upon his knot... He started softly thrusting as his brain dissolved and grew fuzzy.

He barely needed to move, since just lightly rocking back and forth was sprinting him headfirst towards release.

Her nails dug through the short fur on his thighs and tried to cut into his flesh. His head darted to look down, but he could barely see her face. His entire cock had disappeared inside it, and she likely couldn’t breathe.

Uttering a curse at himself, at what he was doing to her, he began to withdraw. He went slowly, knowing if he yanked it out, it would drive him to shove back in.

Any thread of control he’d gained back was unravelled when she started bobbing her head around the end of his cock.

Her breaths were short and fast as she tried to catch them. Instead of being upset, she began to ‘make out’ with his shaft, kissing, licking, and sucking everywhere she could. She even wrangled a tentacle into her mouth and bit the side of it.

She’s driving me crazy.How could he resist such a seductive female? Merikh’s sight was such a dark purple, he could barely see.

Moving his hand to the back of her head and making sure he kept contact with her so his magic would work, he thrust into her mouth. With his other hand on the bench, he supported himself as he just let his hips take over.

Thoughts were muddled as he produced incoherent groans, growls, and rumbles.

With his fangs parted so he could pant down at her, drool leaking to drip down her cheek, he watched his cock moving and the scene before him. He felt every single movement: her teeth, the roof of her mouth, her soft tongue trying to play.

Merikh mostly only gave her what would fit in her mouth, but he couldn’t help himself from taking her throat again, not when it had felt so damn amazing. He was slow as he thrust, not needing to be fast when the pleasure was more intense than anything he’d ever felt.

Closing her eyes, the moan she produced vibrated straight into the centre of his cock, like she enjoyed it. He even felt the motion of her trying to swallow.

He pulled back to find one of her hands was pressing against her clit through her dress, while the other hand reached up to cup a breast.

She didn’t mind that his tentacles had latched onto the hair framing her face, very content to curl inwards while holding it.

Fuck. I’m so close.He’d been on the verge of coming since the first time he’d gone deep, but he’d gnashed his fangs to stop himself. He didn’t want to come, didn’t want to stop, didn’t want this to end.

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