Page 78 of To Free a Soul
Since Weldir couldn’t feel, he didn’t slow due to tiredness, nor have his own end to worry about. If she really wanted, he could have suspended this moment for all eternity, never ceasing or requiring a break.
He could be as stubborn as her.
So when her next orgasm took her, something shifted within him. She would give him what he wanted eventually, surely she knew that, but the fact that she wanted to draw this out elicitedan unknown emotion in his mind. She was... his, trapped in his hold, his touch, his mind’s will, and his realm.
“The next time you want pleasure, Lindiwe, tell me,” he muttered against her hair. “If you want this, it doesn’t have to result in an offspring. I’m quite content to do this, to touch your body and make it moan, make it orgasm.”
He didn’t have much to look forward to, much to anticipate. He didn’t feel tenderness or joy in much, but he found it in these embraces. He adored how her gaze went from heated to exceptionally soft afterwards.
When she didn’t say anything, and he was unsure if her nod was just the result of her body constantly arching, Weldir released her breast to gently touch her lips. “Speak. Answer me.”
“Okay,” she whispered against his fingers.
He slipped his hand lower to cup her throat lightly and drew his clawed thumb down her rapidly pulsing jugular, tickling it to make her breath hitch.
The game truly began when their stubbornness met in battle and fought ruthlessly. She wouldn’t bend to his will and submit, and Weldir refused to relinquish his prize until she did.
He grazed his fangs across her neck as he made one last tendril form, this one mimicking the spiralling hold the other had on her breast. The soft flesh of her ample mounds moulded around each thin limb, and he pulsated them to make it feel as though he was kneading them, while the ends pinched or swirled around her nipples. He even made their tips meet her peaks to touch themsoftlyin little circles, much like she’d done in the beginning. Doing so had her chest arching forward constantly.
He was quite content with his fingers along her slit, and he pushed down so her clit was nestled against the webbing of his index and middle finger. His clawless fingertips wetly slid along the sides of her opening, and occasionally he spread her further for his own view.
Palming his free hand from her throat down her body hard enough that she dipped towards his torso, he placed it low on her pelvis.
“Did you know your body moves here?” He slid his hand to the side to caress where movement shifted forward and back. “A noticeable bulge forms, showing just how full you are of me.”
He shoved both his thick tendrils deep, and a small lump protruded from within. Her back snapped into an arch, and her head tipped to moan into his void. Her shaking only worsened when he pumped them together as one, deep but slow, so she could perceive their every movement.
A whimper escaped her pretty lips. She fought against the limbs holding her in place, her arms constantly pulling and yanking to be freed, as her legs tried to kick.
He gave her hips just a little bit of movement, and she turned into a needy thing. She bucked against his fingers and into the tendrils to quicken their thrusting inside her. The moment he noticed her tells, those intricate details that informed him she was about to come, Weldir quickened the pace of everything to get her there faster.
Cutting his claws across her skin, he left behind lines but didn’t slice her delicate flesh as he caressed her pelvis, her hip, then up her spine. The cry that left her was shaky and unbidden.
And as that orgasm ended, Weldir still didn’t relent, even when she stayed tense in his hold. Even as every part of her tried to escape, tried to get away rather than squirming for more. She bit her bottom lip so hard he worried she’d draw blood.
“Oh god! Please. I can’t take any more.”
With a snarl, he grazed his fangs along her flesh. “Thatis not my name, Lindiwe. You aremine, and if I have to keep going until you remember that, I fucking will.”
Her eyes crinkled. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s a good start, owlet.”
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Please. I’m sorry, Weldir.” She sobbed out a whimper. “I’m sorry. Just...please. No more.”
Within the span of one of her frantic heartbeats, Weldir’s tendrils dissipated and dissolved into nothingness. He let her go, and she turned, grasped his shoulders, and melted against him.
He’d expected perhaps a little bit of anger, or for her to shy away from him after he tortured her.
Instead, she curled into him to the point that he needed to cradle her in his arms, and with tear-stained cheeks, wept languidly. Finding it peculiar, but not unwanted, Weldir... held her, and embraced her in the solidness he could still maintain, bringing her that bit closer.
It didn’t take long, perhaps a few minutes, but her eyelids eventually slid shut. As she slowly drifted off to sleep, she murmured, “Please don’t heal me.”
Taken aback by her request and their position, he was unsure what to do with her now.
Do I... keep holding her?
He didn’t want to let go.
