Page 163 of A Soul to Guide

Raewyn started licking at him while kissing at the same time, going over the head before moving over the sides. She tried to sweep her tongue everywhere, to collect it all, but more of his lubricant kept seeping through his skin, an infinite source.

Merikh made constant groans, and his hips twitched like he wanted to thrust.

He was being such a good boy, controlling himself. As a reward, she placed her lips on the tip and spread them over it, like she was trying to sink him into her mouth. His breath hitched before it came out low when she was able to take the entire head inside. She was even able to take him past the ridges and almost halfway down.

It was tight, with very little room, and she could barely move her tongue, but she was surprised it actually fit when it hit the back of her throat.

“You took me into your mouth,” he muttered in surprise. Then he let out a sharp groan when she sucked on it, his entire body shuddering. Purple sparks fluttered like before, like he was opening and closing his sight as he looked down at her.“Fuck, Raewyn. That feels so good.”

She darted her hands down and pressed them over his fingers holding his tentacles. He removed them, and she let the waving appendages wind around her digits so he could have more freedom to do whatever he needed.

Like he wanted to hold it, he pawed at the back of her head. Then he thought better of it and placed his hands against the bench.

Now that she was in place and knew she could suck him properly, thankful she wasn’t some small, feeble human, she smirked.

Raewyn leisurely pulled back while sucking, letting him think that she would be slow. Then she began to move back and forth fast.

His hand darted to the back of her hair again, his breaths fanning over her fading like he’d thrown his head back. His groan was so close to being a quiet roar that it resonated in her ears, and she grew giddy.

“Not so fast,” he warned as he grabbed her hair to stop her. “Go slower.”

She almost popped him from her mouth, grinding the tip against the textures on the roof of her mouth, then swirling her tongue around it. Right when the tension eased out of him and he stopped fisting her hair, Raewyn sunk him all the way in until he hit the back of her throat.

Then she increased her speed again, pumping her head even harder.

Merikh growled as his hips started moving, drawing back and darting forward as she did. Claws stabbed into the sides of her scalp.

His breath billowed over the top of her head like he’d turned his skull back down to watch her. His shaft swelled, and the taste of his precum was lost in the motion between them.

Then he leaned over more and thrust harder.

When she stopped moving to let him take her, he must have thought it was a sign that it was too much for her. He halted, but his shudders and shakes were just the physical symptoms of how much she could tell he was holding back.

“Be good,” he rumbled, lowering his hand to wrap around her nape until he’d completely enveloped it, his fingertips and claws ending under her jaw and chin. “Be gentle. Because if your mouth can take me...” His hand tightened on her neck from behind, before loosening. “No. Just go slow. I’ve never been sucked like this before. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Raewyn’s eyes widened.He’s never been sucked?

That only made her want to be ruthless with him, take him to a height he’d never reached before.That makes me want to scramble his brain.

She pulled back to lick and tease him so she could speak. “I can be slow and gentle,” she said coyly between kisses. “If that’s really what you want.”

“Yes,” he answered, moving his hand from the bench so he could push some of her curls behind her ear to see better. It tickled the tip and made her shiver. “You look pretty with my cock in your mouth. I don’t want you to take it away.”

His words – tender, sweet, and honest – were the reason she wouldn’t stop until he came, no matter what.

What was the worst that could happen?

Raewyn sunk her lips around him and cupped the base of his cock with her tentacle-covered hands. Massaging the ovals where she thought his seed might come from, she renewed her earlier depth and speed.

She thought he might have growled her name in warning, but it was so distorted, she could barely make it out. His hand tightened on the back of her neck, his claws stabbing into the soft skin under her jaw while the other slammed against the bench.

Red sparks flashed before purple returned. “Raewyn,”he snarled.

When she didn’t soften her motions, instead trying to get her tongue to help by moving in waves, she didn’t need to add anything else when he began thrusting. He came in far harder, more forcefully.

She was thankful when the cool sensation of his healing magic swirled around her. Instead of feeling pain in the back of her throat, there was only pressure. It allowed her to just take it rather than reconsider her actions.

Merikh stepped back, the movement arching her body forward. She had to lean her hands on his groin when his retreat stretched her out and straightened her neck. She practically squished his tentacles against him.

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