Page 121 of To Free a Soul
His left hand continued to squeeze her breast, his thumb intermittently flicking her nipple. The other stayed with her arse, the grip firm and controlled as it helped to move her.Just as she slid upwards, he lowered his hips and created space between them.
Lindiwe knew he’d used some of his magic to position himself, like it was that easy for him, but she still gasped when the tip nestled against her opening. When she started stretching around the head, any pain was drowned out by the sense of delicious fullness that overcame her.
Her lips parted as it sank deeper in, and she tipped her head back. She was so wet that the only resistance was how narrow she was compared to the girth, and she clenched around it before relaxing around each inch. She was thankful it was slow, her body adjusting to it in a way that didn’t hurt but was welcomed.
His lips and tongue, covered in her saliva, clasped around her other nipple and her hips bucked. Her pussy slipped down his cock a little faster in a sudden jolt, but it was forgotten against the prick of his canine fangs and sharp teeth cutting across the hard bud.
Had he been human, or properly formed, this would have been entirely impossible, but Weldir had demonstrated many times he could detach parts of his body. His middle section? Likely non-existent right now, and it meant when he bottomed out within her, his mouth could firmly – perfectly – stay where it was.
After only a second of adjusting, the nagging need to move hammered her. She gripped the end of one horn, kept her arm firmly across his shoulders, and shunted her hips forward. He slipped out, and then in when she went backwards.
Her eyelids flickered when he hit the perfect spot, and she quickly chased it. As she moved back and forth, she also lifted slightly, trying to get his big cock to keep rubbing just right. A shiver ran rampant down her body, making her squeeze him just as a soft cry left her.
Weldir didn’t move his hips. He didn’t need to, as if he knew she’d find her end on her own and didn’t wish to impede it. But as Lindiwe moved with hastening hip thrusts, her mind spiralling, all she heard was the echo of her own voice. In the utter quiet, her moans and pants rang louder and louder in her own ears.
There were no groans or growls mixing in to make a harmony of low notes with her high ones. No symphony of pleasure, no song shared between two people. She sang alone, and it had never bothered her in the more recent past because the touching had been entirely about her.
She never touched him unless it was a minor brush of her palm down his chest, as she sometimes forgot he couldn’t feel it. There was no need to lick, kiss, or nip his neck unless it was to tingle her own lips. There was no need to stroke his cock, or play with it, and she’d refused to when she knew the enjoyment of it was purely mental – she just couldn’t play pretend in that moment without feeling foolishly embarrassed.
As she moved on his cock, for a moment, just a single second, her hips stuttered at the same time as her heart.I wish he could feel it.
She wanted to know how Weldir would react if he could feel the way she snuggled his cock tightly, or share in her heat and heartbeat, and had his own to offer. Would he be sweet or feral? What would he be like if he was actually aroused? Would his mouth be naughtier, his word dirtier?
I want to know what his moan sounds like.Her hips moved a little faster at the thought, and she angled them just right so she could feel him constantly petting her tender spot.I bet it’s so deep. It’d sound so nice, so hot.
Hurtling herself to bliss with horny longing, she produced a shaken moan.Oh god. I’m so close.She was getting there faster than usual. Eyes crinkling, she looked up at the empty ether, andthought,I want it. I want him to groan, moan, or growl right in my ear. I want to feel his breaths.
The need was pure agony, and her imagination of it so wild, so erotic, that her eyes rolled back when she started to come. She lost her controlled momentum and bounced frantically, each spasm spreading out across her groin until her very pelvis ached. She squeezed him so tightly that he just kept pressing against her G-spot and her mind numbed out while she released a high-pitched, bliss-filled scream.
“That’s quite the lewd face, Lindiwe,” Weldir rumbled against her breast.
He shouldn’t be able to see it from where his head was. She was grinding against an absent body, while his sight was watching from elsewhere.
Yet his deep, sinful, near-criminal voice, having that little inhuman bass to it, had her shivering and her skin tingling.
“I’ve always wanted to see you ride me,” he said, licking across her nipple in a long stroke. “I think this might become one of my favourite memories of you. Riding me, using my body for your pleasure.”
“Weldir,” she groaned in answer, as her body continued to uselessly milk his cock.
When she softened, his palm on her arse began to move her. Leaning forward, she rested her brow against the top of his currently solid head to balance her dizzy, swirling mind. She tried to get back her momentum, to just live in the moment, and the twitches that assaulted her whenever he hit just right helped.
Her first orgasm had come on faster than usual. The intensity of their bodies meeting was more profound this time because he used his cock, and she could cling to him like they were having proper sex. And the echoing loneliness in her chest wasn’t as prevalent when she was being filled to the brim like this.
“I can feel you so deep inside me,” she whispered airily, closing her eyes against his wispy hair. “It feels so good.”
“I know it does. I can tell by your face that you’re enjoying my cock.”
I want him to say it feels good too.All these impossible wants, and no solutions to achieve them.
“Faster.” She needed him to take some of the control, so her mind would just shut up. “Please, Weldir.”
He pulled his head away. “As you wish, little female.”
Lindiwe’s back snapped into an arch and her head tossed back when his hips started to pump into her from below. She didn’t need to do anything more, didn’t need to buck her hips, or meet his thrusts. His speed was impossible to match.
All she could do was bounce and jiggle in his partially existent arms. Both his hands grabbed her arse to hold her as still as possible while he pumped. Her knees spread further apart, and she held on for dear life when it felt like he was trying to fuck the very breath out of her.
“Oh fuck!” she rasped, barely able to get words out past her ragged pants. “Oh Weldir. Oh f– I’m going to–”
