Page 109 of To Free a Soul
She was tired of feeling empty. She wanted to be pumped into, to feel whole from within. To be sent into mind-bending bliss so she could forget the long, frustrating wait. She was so damn pent up.
His mouth, wetted by hers, clamped around her nipple. He licked it in a wide and long stroke, while whispering huskily, “I think you want something much bigger.”
Her head snapped back, her body arched tightly, and her lips parted on a raspy cry when a thick tendril – girthy, hard, andlong – penetrated her deep. The stretch was harsh and sudden, but its evidence, that light pain, was rapture as her soaking pussy clamped and clenched around it in utter delight. Stars dotted her vision in the usually empty ether. They glittered and pulsed when the tendril started pumping right where she needed it to, while his fingers pinched behind her clit and moved in circles.
And with his tongue swirling around her nipple, all three had tears of need welling.
“This is all I can give you right now.” His sinful voice layered with arousal was like a naughty stroke along her senses.
“I don’t care,” she rasped, squeezing the digits of his hand-like tendril while her nails dug into his barrier. “It just feels good to have you inside me again. I don’t care what it is.”
A quiet growl rumbled all around her, an echo of his satisfaction at her honesty, and the tendril inside her thrust faster. Her eyelids flickered and her jaw fell. He licked over her nipple, and it was a little drier now, a little coarser against the peak.
She arched when his tendril hooked forward right against her G-spot, and she cried out. “Oh fuck. Right there!”
Pushing her hips forward, she wasn’t able to make it go harder as it wiggled and pumped, and she became frantic in her attempts. One of her hands remained interlocked with his strange tendril and the other gripped his barrier as she kicked, her hips bucking back and forth. But when she gained no momentum, it made her more desperate.
“I need you to come for me, Lindiwe. I don’t think I can maintain this much longer.”
He didn’t need to tell her that. She was right there, her pussy quivering and spasming, so close to coming. She arched one way, and then back, while her legs closed – unimpeded by an actual physical person.
“Oh god,” she moaned, only for Weldir to snap out a snarl at her for doing so. “I’m sorry! I’msorry. Oh g–, oh fuck.” Her eyes clenched and her body locked up. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m com–”
For a split second, her heart was going to burst as her next breath caught in her lungs and halted them. Liquid heat flooded her insides as she came around his thick, shadowy tendril. The scream that eventually exploded from her as she shook and trembled was fromyearsof pent-up need finally getting an outlet.
She came so unbearably hard, the dam of it so intense, it almost bordered on pain, and she revelled in every second, every twitch, every clench. She undulated, she cried loudly, and she clawed at him any way she could.
When she relaxed, he stopped, and she almost wept.
It wasn’t enough. She wanted more; she needed it. She was so twisted up with longing that she wanted to become a satisfied, lewd, twitching mess within his floating realm. “Please don’t stop.”
“My control on my form is weak. I’m likely to evaporate if we continue.”
She wiggled her hips side to side, trying to stir his tendril into moving again as aftershocks continued to pulsate from within. She opened her eyes to look forward, knowing he was watching from somewhere in front of her, and her face pinched with anguish.
She wanted to plead and beg, but knew it was unfair. He was trying, and he’d already made her come despite his limitations, but she’d been waiting for over seventy years for this.
Sometimes living forever had the most frustrating drawbacks.
“That is quite the adorable face, owlet,” he said, with the hint of a dark undertone. “If you reward me, then I’ll continue. If I evaporate, I’ll try to maintain my tendrils for you.”
Lindiwe gave him a lopsided smile, her mind a little dazed. “Okay.”
The oddest sound came from him. She was unsure if it was a rumble, a growl, or... a groan. “Nowthatface...” he trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished. He lifted his wet, cum-coated fingers away from her pussy to show her. “I’ve always been curious about what you taste like. I’d like for you to tell me.”
“What?” she whispered softly.
“Open those pretty lips of yours.”
Oh god, no.She stared at the evidence of her orgasm coating his fingers, and the urge to open her mouth absolutely didnotcome to her. She only complied because it was a small sacrifice if it meant more pleasure.
Weldir slowly slipped his fingers between her parted lips. She winced but willingly sucked on them, and the points of his claws dragging across her tongue was the strangest, yet most erotic experience. He pulled them away so she could speak.
“Kind of... tangy?” Despite her aversion to the taste, she found herself licking her lips. Not for more, but because it felt... naughty to have her own cum on her tongue.
A deep chuckle filled her ears, and her shoulders turned inwards self-consciously.
“I’m now realising that was a rather foolish request. I have no idea what tangy – or even sweet and spicy – tastes like.”
