Page 77 of To Free a Soul
“Ohfuck,” she rasped with a shiver, as she bent her head to the side to escape his voice. Her head lolled against his shoulder, herface pinched, and her moans grew more frantic as his hands and tendrils played witheverysensitive spot on her body all at once.
It was incredibly satisfying to observe his body around hers from behind, while she was on display, trapped in his chalky black arms or tendrils, all of it shimmering with dark glitter and mist. His onyx eyes were glossy against the matte of his appearance, as were his segmented, tapered horns.
“Oh god. Ohgod, that feels so good,” she rasped out.
Lost to pleasure, she’d never looked as beautiful as she did right then.
The growl that reverberated around his void was deep and beastly. “The onlygodyou belong to is me,” he rumbled against the side of her throat as he made another thicker tendril form. “And I much prefer it when you moan my name.”
He squeezed the new tendril inside her full cunt, and her body put up a brief fight, then relented against his strength, and he gave her no room to reject it. Even if she felt a bite of pain from being overstretched, with both of them attacking, she could do little more than give herself over to pleasure.
He moved them individually, making sure they were hooked forward, so they’d grind against the tender spot inside her.
Now that she’d already climaxed once, the second one came easier. She cried out his name, and Weldir rewarded her with a nip of his fangs, his fingers pressing harder against her clit. Liquid squelched out of her and dripped down his tendrils until drops flicked off from the quick, snaking movements. She fought the others holding her in place, needing to buck, squirm, and grab something, but she could do little more than be trapped as her hands opened and closed.
He watched the intricate details of her body, the ones that only intensified with every passing second. How her heart thumped around him and fluttered underneath her skin so frantically, so erratically, he was surprised it didn’t give out andcease its rhythmic drumming. How she grew flushed when her lungs seized, her lips squeaking out a pitiful noise, before her complexion returned to its beautiful, healthy brown when she caught her breath.
How perspiration dotted her forehead and coated her skin in a thin layer that made her glisten.
Every twitch, no matter how tiny, drew his attentive gaze.
That was until her tear-lined eyes, so unique and often sharp, met his, and she stared at him with a semi-lucid hold.
He found it difficult to look away.
I’ve never had her meet my gaze like this before.
It made it... different. More intimate in a way he’d never thought possible. The corners of her lips even quirked upwards, like she tried to smile but couldn’t muster the will beyond her bliss and her next moan. Her third orgasm nearly made her eyes cross.
“Weldir,” she cried softly, her features pinching in anguish as she came back down from her climax. “I don’t think I can take any more.”
Buthewasn’t quite done. She wasn’t broken enough, nor had she soothed his anger fully. “Beg,” Weldir demanded.
The betrayed look that overtook her face was cute. “What?” she whispered.
“You haven’t apologised to me. I was quite wounded, Lindiwe. You stole away myfun.” He nuzzled his nose and lips against her neck. “Beg me to stop. Plead until I’m satisfied, while I fuck your little cunt with the tendrils you so rudely prefer.”
To show her he was serious, his tendrils working her pussy and his fingers petting her clit only went harder. He considered stuffing a third limb of mana inside her but thought she might not be able to handle it. Two already seemed overly girthy for her, since her hole looked stretched around them.
“No,” shetriedto bite out. It came out rather quiet and pitiful.
“Then so be it. I won’t stop until you do.”
It was all in her control, even if he was dubious about it.
Admittedly, though, she wasn’t as wet as before, and wasn’t producing enough slick to make for an easy glide. Yet he knew this female. If she had even a drop to give, she didn’t wish to stop, and she knew exactly how to make this all cease if she really wanted it to.
All she had to do was give in.
“I need to use my essence to lubricate you,” Weldir told her, figuring the use of two tendrils had aided this dryness quicker than normal. “Is that alright?”
She bit her lip. It took her a moment, but she eventually nodded. He almost wanted to laugh.
Did she want to stop? Didn’t she? A vexingly confusing woman as always, but for once, he found it rather fun.
She let out a squeak when he coated her insides with his essence, his seed. Whether this resulted in anything or not, Weldir didn’t care. It wasn’t the reason he’d done it.
Though he may have given her much more than usual to ensure she remained lubricated, since the pearlescent, whiteish-grey liquid leaked from her and dripped down his tendrils. It coated down to her backside and even seeped up her slit. He dipped his fingertips into it so he could slicken his touch against her clit.
