Page 76 of To Free a Soul
Lindiwe closed her thighs a little as her shoulders turned inwards and her expression, so full of fire just seconds before, turned shy.
“Can you... help me?”
Weldir was moving in an instant. He didn’t need a reason, nor did he particularly care why she’d changed her mind.
He didn’t even waste time by floating over. He transported himself straight to her, and she didn’t have a chance to register him there before he slammed two fingers, with his claws missing, inside her pussy.
“Oh!” Her back arched and her eyes widened, only for them to grow dazed and then half closed when he quickly began to thrust.
At the same time, he shot his head forward to lick her clit, and although he couldn’t feel it, Weldir had used trial and error in the past to determine how hard he needed to apply pressure. He knew how to circle his tongue just right, how to keep his fangs from nicking the sensitive bundle of nerves, and he’d taught himself how tosuck– although that last one required a touch of his mana for assistance.
One of her hands grabbed his hair, and he made sure it was available for her to do so, while the other grasped a horn.
Except... he wasn’t feeling as magnanimous as usual.
He let his frustration and annoyance over how they got here shimmer through, and he grabbed all four of her limbs with tendrils, then yanked them apart. He spread her thighs as far as they could go so she remained open for him to do as he pleased, and he even coiled his tendrils around her legs in a way that trapped her calves against her thighs. Then he brought her arms up above her head and threaded his black tendrils together, so her wrists were bound against each other.
“What are you doing?” she rasped.
“You have done quite enough touching,” Weldir said in a low, darkened tone. “Now it’smyturn.”
Weldir upped the ante, and he sucked hard on her sensitive little clit, while thrusting his fingers fast and deep. Lindiwe had done all the hard work for him, and it was barely a few seconds before her entire body went taut.
Her back arched, tipping her breasts upwards, and her limbs trembled all at once. The cry she let out was loud, high-pitched, and satisfyingly close to ascream.
He flicked his gaze up her body without removing his mouth from her, then shook his head, knowing it would only deepenher orgasm, and he was quite content with the view. Her breasts, so soft and pretty, jiggled as she shuddered, while her stomach rose and dipped from desperate, erratic breaths. He couldn’t see her face, but the dance of her body was enough to quell his annoyance at that.
Then, when her body ceased its quivering, Weldir removed his fingers and mouth from her. He transported himself again, this time to directly behind her.
After he separated his sight from his body, he floated forward, then turned so he could view her, and himself, together fully.
“Would you prefer to know where I am?” Weldir asked as he snaked his arms around her torso. “Like I said, I can only see, not feel, but I do rather like the view of you like this.”
Between panted breaths, she said hoarsely, “I’d prefer to know.”
Although the way he perceived his surroundings outside of himself was amorphous, he gave it a shape for her human mind to comprehend. Two eyelids, filled with the blackness of his normal eyes, were haloed by a white light. He even added lashes to make them appear less odd, though he always forgot to blink.
Her gaze met his free-floating one, and she looked a little startled at first. Enough so that she gasped in surprise when he cupped one breast, covering it in a dark, chalky hand, while the other dipped low, already wet from her orgasm, and slid along her clit to cradle it between two of his fingers. With her arms still bound above her head, although lacking enough tension that she could bend her elbows, she lurched forward in his arms at his touch.
Her brown curls waved around her face, partially blocking it and his own from being seen, so he used his will to sweep it all to the opposite side. Then he nuzzled his nose against the soft spot behind her ear that always made her breath hitch, especially when he spoke low.
“I like you tied up like this. You look quite defenceless,” he muttered, followed by a dark chuckle. “Unable to truly move, unable to get away. Unable to do what you like with that cute little body of yours.”
He tightened his tendrils on her limbs just so she could feel the squeeze of them.
When she opened her pesky mouth to say something, Weldir pinched her nipple and clit at the same time, making her words choke in her throat.
“I’d like to try something different.” A tendril formed in front of them, then thickened to the size of his thumb – if not a little more. With his fingers, he spread her cunt open for easy access. “You did say you’d prefer a tendril, didn’t you?”
“I know that’s what I said, but–”
Yes, yes, he was aware that likely wasn’t the case anymore. Didn’t mean he wasn’t still furious over it.
Before she could finish speaking, he shoved it inside her until it bottomed out and the long length of it bent sideways. A strangled moan escaped her, and then more whispered past her lips when he thrust it deep while his fingers teased her clit. He pulled the hood back so he could nestle behind it, then moved his digits side to side. In an instant, her hips tried to buck as her jaw fell, her lips parted, and her eyes clenched shut.
Pleased with himself that he’d been conserving his mana just for this, he made more tendrils form. One wrapped around her waist and hips to stop them from moving, not allowing her even a millimetre, so she could suffer in stillness. He wrapped another around the breast his hand wasn’t kneading, spiralling around it until the brown hardened peak was tightly trapped.
“There, is that better, Lindiwe?” Weldir uttered softly as he scraped his fangs against the side of her neck.
