Page 32 of A Soul to Steal

As freaky and unusual as it was, Gideon’s earlier semi-erection not only returned, but instead engorged fully. The pressure within his pants became uncomfortable, but he ignored it as he stroked Aleron’s cock in wonder.

Heavy as he weighed it in his palm, his decently sized hand was only able to wrap three-quarters of the way around it. Gideon liked the colour, and only realised it matched his long, thick, yet thin-in-width tongue when he licked over his snout.

A soft growl constantly rumbled from Aleron, and the sound of it vibrated in his ears. It was loud to him, despite its subtleness.

Real. Everything about this feltreal. From Aleron’s sounds, to the way his fur and little nipple felt against his other hand, to the balmy hardness he was stroking. Nothing about this felt false, like the world around them.

However, his breaths weren’t rapid. Only Aleron was gasping for air against Gideon’s rough ministrations, especially when he tightened his grip and started truly playing with his cock with enthusiasm. How could the Duskwalker come across as needy like this? Even his unhidden pants became cute and shallow.

Staring down with eyes riveted to the massive cock he was petting, he explored it.

With a deep stroke, he delved into his tentacles to see what they would do, what their function was.

They clasped to his forearm, and pulled, yanking his hand all the way down. Two ovals, similar to his own balls but embedded in the base rather than a pendulum sac, greeted his fingertips. The quaking whine that escaped Aleron reminded him of the times his own sac had been played with, and how it would make his thighs twitch and draw a nose-crinkling groan from his parted lips.

Gideon attempted to grasp them in some form, and only managed to fondle them instead. Still, Aleron’s intense reaction, how he continued to shake, how his back arched, and the menacing growl that burst from him meant he fiercely enjoyed it. Gideon only pulled away because Aleron started thrusting his engorged cock through the air, like it sought the friction Gideon currently wasn’t giving it.

Needing to use strength, he freed his arm from Aleron’s tentacles and slipped up the length of him. The two close-together, braided rings wrapping low on his shaft didn’t elicit a powerful response, but Gideon couldn’t help playing with them.

He grew more infatuated and curious with every transfixed stroke.

His gaze was forcibly taken away when Aleron clasped the underside of his jaw and lifted. Purple orbs peered into his very being as he towered over him on his knees. The otherhand, which was still steadying much of his weight on Gideon’s shoulder, dug its sharp claws into his false flesh.

The small bite of pain was welcome.

Aleron leaned closer, only to let out a grated moan when Gideon stroked back and forth over the flare of his cock head. He noted how sensitive it was, so he flicked repeatedly over its plush, spongy rim.

“I have this craving to... lick you right now. Is this wrong?”

How the fuck would he know?

“No?” he answered, his voice laden with uncertainty – or was it excitement? Gideon no longer knew what had come over him, only that something had started nibbling at him from the inside, making his shaft throb. “Whatever makes you feel good, I guess. That’s the point of this.”

Right. Whatever made Aleron feel good was the point, so why the hell did he have a raging boner desperately trying to tear its way through his damn pants right now? He hadn’t expected to be this turned on just by the sight of his cock, and even more so by stroking the damn thing.

His balls clenched, his cock jerking along with them, when Aleron leaned forward even more. He hadn’t even licked him yet, and he was already reacting! And the sound that fell from Gideon when the Duskwalker’s long, nearly round tongue slipped across his cheek, scraping the short hair there, was almost too lewd to be called a groan.

His response grew breathier when that flexible appendage messily swirled in and around his ear at the same time. Rather than seeking air, his lungs shuddered from the shivering goosebumps that cascaded across his skin.

His knees turned inwards, as different places upon his body reacted. His nipples, already hard, throbbed, as did his ass and cock.

Everything about this world had felt so weak up until now. Even the wind, that usually had no temperature, felt cool against his flesh. Was it because he was directly touching Aleron, like some kind of physical anchor in this pretend world?

He didn’t even realise he was getting foolishly swept away in his own reaction, confused, concerned, and so deeply aroused, until he parted his lips. He let Aleron’s tongue sweep inside it. Before he could dart his head away at the unfamiliar experience of something like a flexible limb swirling within the cavity of his mouth, Aleron cupped the back of his head.

Drawing him closer, he shoved deeper with a sharp growl, his cock thickening under Gideon’s palm. The hand on Gideon’s shoulder darted down to grip one of his thighs, Aleron leaning over him as he pushed his tongue further inside.

“So I touch like this?”

Before Gideon could wrap his head around Aleron talking with his damn tongue in his mouth, the thought unravelled when the Duskwalker roughly glided his hand up his inner thigh. His cock jerked, and his nose wrinkled with a light groan – until he realised his likely destination.

Before Gideon could stop him from going any higher, his free hand gripping the back of the Duskwalker’s, Aleron had already brushed his entire palm over his cock resting over his left hip. Then he tentatively squeezed it with his large, thick fingers.

Unsure as to why his face heated in embarrassment, likely because he was caught cock-hard in a situation he’d truly thought he wouldn’t be aroused by, he clenched his eyes shut. Thankfully Aleron pulled his tongue away, so he could point his skull downwards.

Gideon opened his eyes to do the same, wishing his mouth would move when it refused. His eyes crinkled with an array of conflicting emotions when he noticed his hand still gripping the giant, tentacled, purple monster cock jutting between them.

I forgot how damn big it is.The moment he took his eyes from it, suddenly it got bigger.

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