Page 78 of A Soul to Guide

Merikh didn’t answer her, not when her question was immediately forgotten as he speared her channel repeatedly with his fingers. He moved them in a wave, making sure he rubbed the tips against the hot and swollen ridge at the front of her pussy.

He couldn’t move his arms too much, otherwise he could hurt her, but that didn’t stop him from clamping her hard nipple between his index and middle fingers. He rolled it side to side as he squeezed her mound, weighing her breast and letting the memory of it burn into his palm. He purposefully tickled the underside with his fingertips.

The arm she was lying upon shot up to grip the back of his hand playing with her breast, her other one safely clamped to her side. Both dug their nails into the backs of his hands.

Her chin lifted, exposing her neck as her features furrowed, her body bowing. Her thighs twitched before rubbing side to side, demanding more friction he couldn’t risk giving her. Raewyn squirmed as she let out a cry, her pussy sporadically clamping around his fingers.

The moment he felt her inner walls swell, as though she was about to come, Merikh quickly slipped his fingers from her. He used the backs of them to guide his way through the lips of her folds so he could pet her clit.

“No. Don’t stop.” She bucked into his hand while trying to push it deeper between her thighs, desperate to get him to penetrate her again. “I was so close.”

His quiet chuckle likely sounded diabolical, but he just wanted to see what she would do when she was robbed of her orgasm.

He hadn’t expected her to try and shove his fingers back inside her, for her to grind so openly and wantonly on his hand. When she lowered her face to nuzzle against his arm crossed over her chest, she immediately threw her head back when the tip of an extended quill stabbed into her chin – he was quick to heal her to minimise her blood scent.

“You can be a needy thing, can’t you?” he nearly purred, despite not being able to make the actual sound.

He clamped her swollen clit between his fingers, and when he squeezed, she let out a gasp. He rolled it side to side, just like he’d done with her nipple, which he was now just plucking.

Her pants were so shallow, sharp, and quick that she appeared as choked as he did. Her brown and starburst eyes rolled slightly before she gave a little shiver.

Then, weakly, she whispered, “Please, Merikh. Please don’t tease me.”

The way her Elvish accent played with his name always sent a thrill through his body. He ground his cock against her as he pulsated, spreading a drop of precum within his tentacles. They hurt, struggling to keep him down, and felt stretched, but he didn’t relent the control he had on them.

Merikh uncurled his fingers and speared through the dense pool of arousal overflowing her entrance. Raewyn spread her thighs so she could try to keep him there. Trying to reach her orgasm faster, she bucked wildly as he moved back and forth.

He hoped she was worried he’d deny her again, realising her pleasure was currently at his mercy. She wouldn’t know her sweet plea had touched his merciful side.

She’s so hot inside, so snug, so soft.He shoved his fingers in deep and then wiggled.She would feel amazing around my cock.Since she liked that motion, he did it repeatedly.Gods, I want my cock in her. Spread her thighs and watch her bounce as I fuck her hard.

Her cunt clamped his fingers as her back arched into a tight bow. He had to hold her straight so she didn’t curl into his quills, just as she let out the loudest, most erotic cry he’d ever had the pleasure of hearing.

Merikh let go of her breast, laid his arm straight, and then ripped it out from underneath her. He came out from behind her, causing her to roll onto her back, then he shoved one of her thighs to the side.

He moved his fingers in and out of her more forcefully, faster, dragging out her orgasm until her cry turned into a scream. Raewyn’s legs kicked, but her strength was nothing compared to his own as he held her in place.

Braided hair swirling like a halo around her head, her lips parted and swollen from biting on them, her body spasming and twitching... it was a beautiful sight to behold. He looked down, riveted to the sight of his own thick dark-grey fingers slamming inside her.

She truly appeared lost to her pleasure.

Her brown and starburst pupil eyes rolled before they closed, and he couldn’t help but be disappointed by their disappearance.

When she calmed, her orgasming fading, Merikh let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed his tentacles and his cock shot forward the last few inches it could. Everything was oversaturated in lubricant from his constant swells and pulsations.

A few drops of his lubricant mixed with precum dripped onto the stone ground. He removed his fingers from her and groaned at the alluring white tuft of hair over her pubic mound.

Her entrance was pink, her clit many shades darker, and everything was puffy from his playing with her. His sight couldn’t stop bouncing between it, her round and perky breasts, the flat plane of her stomach. Not even her delicate hands or the smooth curves of her shoulders escaped his attention.

On his knees, Merikh grabbed the backs of hers and yanked her closer, forcing her thighs to spread around his wide hips. Her hair became a river instead of a pool against the ground as he lifted her.

Vibrating with excitement and anticipation, Merikh thrust the head of his cock through the lips of her pussy. Just that contact had him shuddering, his pants so heated they were fogging, despite the warmth in the air.

Raewyn choked out a huff and shoved her hand against her pussy to shield herself. There was worry, uncertainty, and mistrust in her expression.

“No, I-I don’t want to have sex.”

The anger that bubbled in his chest had nothing to do with the denial. Her rejection stung, but the heavy ache in his cock and embedded seed sacs was far too prevalent. Between her orgasm, arousal, her juices, and his own lubricant, Merikh was suffocating on these scents, on his own need.

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