Page 77 of A Soul to Guide

Temptation lay before him, and Merikh was considering letting it win, to touch her until she gave him a delightful song of cries, until her slick had completely coated his hand, until she squirmed against him.

His cock was throbbing behind his seam, encased completely in his tentacles that were struggling to hold him back. If it wasn’t for her arse pressing directly against his engorged erection, his seam would have split apart already. If she were awake, she would no doubt feel its hardness shoving through his skin and into her.

However, as much as he was tempted to, Merikh wouldn’t touch someone who was unaware. He preferred those he was playing with to know that it was him, a Duskwalker, teasing it.

Once more, he gently tried to bring his hand out from between her thighs, making sure his arm was twisted in a way that wouldn’t cause his quills to harm her. Her thighs tightened, and her hand on his wrist shoved downwards to keep it there.

The motion caused him to rub against her, and she bucked into his hand in return.

His claws lightly stabbed into her flesh.

“Raewyn,” he rasped, his lungs moments from collapsing.

Fuck, he needed away from her before it was too late. The storm was still thunderous and intense, booming and flashing light inside the cave. He was sure throwing himself into it would cool his insanity.

“Mmm,” she responded. It was almost like a moan rather than a response of alertness.

He leaned over her slightly. “I need you to let go of my hand.”

Her eyelids fluttered, showing they were somewhat open. They closed again, just as she deeply bit into her bottom lip. She shook her head slightly, clenched her thighs, and then ground into his hand again.

“Just a little longer,” she whispered with a pleasure-laden rasp, her chest quaking as she quivered out a pant. “Please. Your hand feels really good.”

Her cute, pointed ears not only flattened but pressed back slightly. He noted how hot her body was in his arms, how flustered she had gotten.

He realised she had been awake for a little while, and that his hand placement had not been unwanted.

The growl that rumbled from his throat was not of anger but of profound lust, and he moved the hand holding her arm to cup her throat. He lifted her chin, arching her neck into a submissive, open position.

“You naughty little nymph,” he snarled, twisting his head as he licked from the centre of her throat to below her ear. “Just how long have you been fucking my hand?”

Her strangled moan started out quiet. He deliberately rubbed against her swollen, wet, needy clit himself, and it turned into a little cry.

If she wanted his touch, then Merikh was willing to take advantage of that. With how mind fogging her scent was, how sweet her sounds came out, and just how beguiling she looked all pent up and needy, nothing could have twisted him more into immediately giving in.

He’d woken up hard, his cock aching, heavy pumps of blood rushing to it. The profound throb in it took away all sanity as to why this might not be a good idea. Right then, he didn’t care.

Damn his quills; he would be careful. There was an exquisite creature in his arms who wanted pleasure.

His pleased growl didn’t cease. It grew when he realised that his forearm was sitting between her exposed breasts, both moulding around his arm to pillow it. Her dark-brown nipples looked unbearably hard, tight, and begging for attention.

He sheathed his claws and then twisted the hand between her thighs by force until he was cupping the slit of her cunt. The other lowered until he was able to grasp one of her breasts, and she arched into his hand like she’d been waiting for them to be petted.

Merikh ground his palm against her clit, and he gave no warning as he shoved his middle finger knuckle deep through the puddle of her hole. Her pussy clamped down on it as her lips parted on a sharp gasp. She let out a long moan as she ground against his hand, stirring him inside her.

He moved it back and forth, drenching his finger in her arousal. She was so wet it slipped in and out with ease, her entrance leaking so much that everything felt slick.

Considering she wasn’t snug around his thick finger, when he ground against her clit again, he quickly added a second finger. Now she was tight, and he was satisfied she’d feel that stretch by how she arched into him, her eyes flinging open.

“Merikh,” she moaned, gripping the back of his hand to try and get him to press even deeper.

His quills lifted at his name being called so seductively from her pretty lips. He groaned in return as he shoved his groin against her arse, hard enough that he accidentally opened his seam by force. The tentacle-covered head extruded. Once it broke free, Merikh didn’t have a chance in hell of holding it back.

He tried to clench it back down, but she moved her arse against it purposefully. Each rub had his control on it slipping, until it was pressing into her back. He shuddered at the tension of his tentacles struggling to hold him back the last few inches.

“It’s wet?” she asked, but there was no hesitation from her as she teased the base of it between her firm, plump cheeks.

No, instead, her scent deepened to the point that his tongue swiping over her sensitive ear was moist with drool. He was panting against it, and it flicked each time.

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