Page 193 of A Soul to Guide

Merikh shuddered wildly the moment he buried the entire length of his cock within her. Pushing past her pubic mound had been a challenge.

He’d been intending to push his knot into her before it began swelling, but her coming suddenly started the process of his own oncoming release.

This would usually be the point when he’d begin slamming into her, hard, fast, trying to ease the ache in his cock and exposed knot. Usually, when the twisted ring thickened, the growing heat in it against the cool air would plead with him to bury it within her. It would be agony, a craving he couldn’t satisfy.

Now, though... Merikh’s feverish shudders became violent as he slowed his thrusts. He rammed in hard, grinding his way in as he laid over her, their tightly clasped bodies slipping over each other.

His groan was one of utter bliss, shaken, low, and dazed.

His knot was one of the most sensitive parts of him, just like the head of his cock that kept lightly bumping against her cervix. Having both snuggled within her, two intenseerogenouszones, broke him.

So warm. She’s so warm.His pants were strangled, and his mouth filled with drool that dripped through his fangs and onto the grass.So wet and tight.She was getting wetter each time he moved, milking him in heavy, quivering spasms that didn’t cease.

He couldn’t think of anything other than the way his groin radiated in pleasure, except for the tingles that kept racing up and down his spine.

If he wanted to speak, he was incapable. Breathing was becoming optional, and he was certain his heart was about to give out.

Any control he had on himself was obliterated. Gone. Non-existent.

His sight was such a deep colour of purple, it was like seeing through a dark fog, and all he could see was white hair. All he could scent was her, not the grass, the air, the dirt, or the lake. It drowned him, suffocated him,ateat him.

When he scented blood, he stopped gripping her and turned his arms so he could claw at the dirt. Her legs were wrapped around his sides, kicking and squirming, and he felt each of her contortions around his excitedly jerking shaft.

It feels so good.Nothing had felt better. His tongue fell forward so he could taste the air and breathe better.

“Merikh,” she cried, which only made his knot jump in size and force a gasp from her. “Wait. Please. I-It’s too much.”

Her words were inaudible to him, like his mind couldn’t process anything more than what was happening inside her. Her voice frolicked around him, lulling him even further.

His thrusts became shallower. His knot was descending downwards and giving him fewer inches to pull back with, to play with it.

Nothing right then would have been able to separate them.

Even if he wanted to stop, he was too swollen to pull out of her. They were locked together.

Yet the pleasure was so enormous and consuming that he wouldn’t,couldn’t, pull away. He wouldn’t stop moving until he spent inside her, even if she begged, pleaded. Not even a Demon, human, or another Mavka would stop him – he would have just extended his quills and protected her from harm as he mindlessly rutted her.

Merikh was thoughtless, incapable of control, exactly like when his rage and hunger took over. Nothing was going to pull him out of this – which is why he’d warned her in the first place.

Since he wasn’t listening, she reached behind him and grabbed one of his horns. She yanked his head back, tilting it and bending his neck unnaturally, and he only quaked in bliss from it. He hoped she would pull harder, so he tried to fuck deeper.

Although the word never truly formed in his mind, his body, his soul, his heart, each one of them radiated the essence ofmine.

There was no violence in his thrusts. He didn’t even have the strength to growl. There was not an aggressive bone left in his body. Instead, he had been replaced by a creature completely numbed by pleasure.

He was just a pulsating ache, a pathetically needy male.

Her orgasms continued to gush from her, and they dripped down the length of his tentacles. Everything was saturated in her, and the squelch of their bodies was loud as it rung in his ears. She kept milking him for his impending liquid bliss.

Merikh was about to flood her with it.

A pleasure-stricken sob broken from her, right as he perceived something moving against his stomach with the way he was crushing her beneath him. His knot had swelled to the point it was bulging from within.

Poor little female. What else did she think was going to happen? She’d explored it, touched it, knew what it was – she should have realised what it would do inside her, how it would feel pressing against her inner walls.

Oh god. So close. Can’t stop. Can’t stop.He lost track of his sight completely.

She gave up tugging him and just held him with all her limbs. She even bit into the side of his neck, muffling her moans and cries.

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