A soul to guide duskwalk.., p.37
A Soul to Guide: Duskwalker Brides: Book Four, page 37
Is she showing me she accepts all this? His heart caved in a little, and some of the tension he’d been holding within his body eased out of him, tension he may have been holding for centuries.
He gave in and stopped holding back the orb change that had been nagging at him. They shifted into a purple, already deep in desire, and his cock jerked along with it. He could feel his tentacles moving to swirl tighter around his shaft, and it pressed against the back of his seam he was clenching shut.
There would definitely be a noticeable bulge there.
When her hand came to the tuft at the end of his tail and let go, she finally reached for the front of his pants. She unbuttoned them, opened them, and then slowly drew them down his thick thighs so they could fall to the ground. He used his tail to unpick the fabric from his quills around the backs of his calves, so she didn’t know they were caught.
Merikh swallowed his groan when she placed her hand against his groin in search of his cock. Her teeth nipped at her lips when she didn’t find it exposed like on most creatures, but she fingered the fur seam there, and her features softened.
Her fingertips traced up it and tickled his tentacles covering his cock where they were bulging from within. He couldn’t contain his groan when his seam twitched, threatening to open as she traced back down.
“It’s in here?”
Gnashing his fangs, drool collected in the cavity of his mouth. She was touching him so lightly, teasing him, and he felt the hold on his inaction, on his very control, slipping.
Bumping the end of his snout against her cheek, he quietly said, “If you’re expecting me to be gentle, Raewyn, then you should reconsider. I am not gentle, and this will only end in me taking you hard and fast.”
This was her last chance to turn back.
Raewyn rubbed her cheek against his snout, seeming to take anything he did as a sign of affection, and dug her fingers around the bulge within him.
“How do I get it out?” she whispered up to him, her breaths fanning over the side of his fangs.
He’d warned her, and she wasn’t shying away.
In that moment, he knew he was weak to this pretty little Elf. His seam parted, and his cock quickly shot forward into her welcoming, open palm. He let out a raspy exhale of relief, since the pressure had been unbearable.
Then, he released his tentacles for her, and the last inch of him pushed forward so his erection was jutting to its full length. The tentacles were almost as long as his cock, reaching to just below the head, and they wriggled back so they could cling to the base.
She was gentle with him as she brushed both palms over the sensitive head, and Merikh had to lean back against the wall as he pulsated at the contact. His claws dug into rock, and he had to use every ounce of his will not to lunge at her.
If he gave in, he’d tackle her to the bed behind her. He would be shoving himself inside her within seconds.
Her fingers overlapped to form a ring as she pushed her hands down, vibrating sensation to the core of him as she went over the ridges behind his head. She smeared his natural lubricant, thick as it collected in front of her hands and eventually dripped from him.
Then she went over the knotted ring that was just over three-quarters of the way down, and Merikh let out a pleased rumble. She went even lower and found the two oval protrusions at the very base, pushing his tentacles back to do so, and petted his embedded semen sacs.
His lungs almost seized as they sunk inwards at her touch, before dropping back to their bulging states.
“You’re really big,” she rasped, rubbing her hands back up. “Kind of makes me nervous.”
Red flared in his sight at the chance of her backing out, only to be swallowed up by purple when her scent deepened, and she nibbled at her bottom lip. She wasn’t going to.
Then she let go so she could reach for his right hand. In curiosity, he gave it to her, and she dragged it towards the apex of her thighs.
“C-could you sheath your claws for me?” she asked, her voice small and shaking. He didn’t know if that was from her arousal or nervousness at what she’d been planning to do.
Merikh’s cock thickened momentarily, and a drop of precum welled. His entire groin tightened as a deeper clutch of desire lanced it.
“That’s enough,” he bit with an undertone of a heated growl.
What she’d done was more than enough to prove she desired him. He didn’t think his sanity could survive watching her masturbate with his hand and stretch herself to take his own cock.
Sheathing the claws of his right hand, Merikh shoved it forward and slipped the tip of his middle finger against the swollen nub of her clit. Leaning forward, he wrapped his arm around the back of her curls, moving his hand to the other side, then pressed the still-extended claws of his left hand to the underside of her jaw so he could lift her head.
“You’ve done enough,” he said as he licked from one cheek to the other with his flat tongue, catching her soft, malleable lips with it. “I’ll take it from here.”
With her gown crinkled around his wrist, Raewyn let out a broken gasp as he stroked her clit. She bucked into his finger, the slit of her pussy so wet, her arousal so strong, that she soaked the tip.
She grabbed around his wrist as he gently played with her, her thighs twitching and clenching around his hand. Just by her reaction, he could tell she’d been aching for a while. So, he shoved his hand deeper and speared her with his finger to help ease her.
Raewyn moaned and tried to lean into him for support, but he didn’t let her as he continued to lick across her lips, ‘kissing’ in return for all the ones she had gifted him before.
She was so relaxed, she was loose enough for him to be able to spear her with a second digit without too much resistance, and he panted against her for it.
She’s so hot inside. He moved his thick fingers back and forth, her pussy tight and slick, like she was sucking on them. Her core was quick to quiver, and Merikh dragged her closer, his tongue becoming more incessant, even when he sunk it into her mouth. She’s so hot, and wet, and tight.
She was like a snug little pool of inferno; one he was about to be inside of. He hoped she scalded him.
His pants deepened at the idea, choking in his lungs as he forced her to take a third finger.
Her shaken moan tingled his ears, and her scent clogged his brain. His fur and quills lifted as a swirl of need began to cyclone within his chest.
She tried to rub his cock for him, but each touch was sloppy as he thrust his fingers. She was too busy shivering against him, too busy turning inward, rocking on her feet so she could buck into his fingers for more. He spread them, stretching her further in preparation to take his cock, and she pulled her head back.
He didn’t let her escape, his tongue twisting inside her mouth, stealing every drop of saliva to quench his yearning to taste her sweet cunt.
Her moans grew sharper, and she dug her nails into the back of his wrist. He didn’t even mind when her other hand did it to his cock. Her movements became more jarring, her core spasming like crazy as her back arched.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, yanking his fingers and tongue from her. She cried at the loss, but Merikh ignored it as he fisted her dress and slipped it up over her head. “The next time you come, it’ll be around me.”
He darted his hands down and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her until her legs were spread around his hips. She wrapped them around his arse, and, despite his warning, ground her clit against the groove underneath his cock.
Merikh climbed his way onto the bed and turned so he could lie down. She knelt over him, nestled over his shaft, and nibbled her bottom lip as she selfishly moved. He grabbed her arse and halted her.
“I thought you would be on top,” she whispered as she leaned back.
Merikh’s gaze fell on her chest. Her breasts were round and firm looking, with stiff nipples that were shades darker than her smooth, rich flesh. He wanted to nibble at them with his fangs.
“I will only be able to hold back for so long,” he rasped, licking at his snout.
If she wanted time to adjust without being violently rutted, then she needed to be the one on top. The moment he started thrusting, he wouldn’t stop until he was spent.
Her nails dug into his abdomen as she tried to shift forward so she could keep grinding. He didn’t let her, and her eyes crinkled into agonised bows.
“Please, Merikh. I want to come.”
Fuck, she wasn’t making it easy for him not to snap.
I want her to see how obscene she looks right now. With her digging her nails in to sit on his cock currently jutting up and resisting against her stomach. His tentacles were trying to circle her, to drag her closer in the hopes she would sink him into bliss.
He wanted her to see how needy she looked for his monstrous purple dick – each ridge, the thick head, the knotted ring at the bottom. How her lips were parted on panted breaths, wet and swollen from him playing with them. How her expression appeared dazed as she sat on top of a Duskwalker’s fur-covered body.
He wanted her to see what she was tormenting him with, how beautiful and sinful she appeared.
“Nooo, stop,” she whined, raising both her hands to her face to cover it.
He didn’t mean to share his sight with her, but he shuddered all the same at knowing she could see herself.
“Tell me you want to fuck me,” he quietly demanded, as he lowered her hands.
He wanted to look at her cute face covered in freckles, to see her starburst eyes, and her nose, her lips, the roundness of her cheeks, and softness of her jaw.
He wanted to see all the geometric markings that looked as though they were painted over her body, mostly concentrated around her hands and forearms, feet and calves, her sternum, and the sides of her neck.
Even the gold chain around her waist, tickling just above her navel, caught his eye.
“I want you to say those words to me.”
Her curls bounced around her face when she shook her head.
“Tell me you want to fuck me, Raewyn,” Merikh growled as he palmed his dick to push it more firmly against her. “Tell me you want my cock inside your tight little cunt, and I’ll give you want you want.”
What he desperately wanted more than anything right now.
Since he’d released her, she slipped forward and subtly grinded. There was some internalised panic, her ears slowly pushing back.
With her hips, she pushed his cock down to lie against his stomach and played with him. Going higher so she was rubbing against the four ridges and the rim of his cockhead, her breaths turned shallow. Whether it was courage or her care lessening, she moaned and licked her lips before she spoke.
“I want to f-fuck you,” she uttered softly. She placed her hands on his muscled gut and turned her head down to concentrate – or to hide from her own face staring at her. “I-I want your cock inside my... pussy. Please, I can’t take it anymore. I’ve wanted it since the forest.”
Even though she hadn’t said exactly what he wanted, he still let out a pleased growl. Merikh grabbed her waist to steady her. Raewyn had to shuffle her knees on top of his hips and thick stomach as he lifted her, but she was quick to steer his shaft and nestle it at her entrance.
He grunted at the tightness that greeted him.
The moment he felt the kiss of her, he shoved her down through the pressure. He tried to be slow, tried not to hurt her, but he couldn’t stop his claws from flexing.
He could fit, he knew he would fit, but it didn’t make it any easier. At least her pooling arousal and his dripping lubricant were helping. His back bowed, and a yelp tore from his throat when the head popped inside.
Oh fuck. Raewyn winced, her core crushingly snug when she tightened. Yet, she pushed her hips forward and back to help ease herself, to loosen even as he popped the first ridge into her.
I need more, he mentally pleaded. I need deeper.
He needed it now, to soothe him before he lost it.
The moment the first ridge went inside, it stretched her enough to take the others that followed, and she quickly went down until he bottomed out inside her.
Merikh hadn’t even realised he’d closed his sight until he was forcing his orbs open again to stare and pant at where they were joined.
Shit. I’m inside. I’m actually inside her! She’d taken him most of the way, at least three-quarters. The twisty knot sat just outside, and her lips were resting upon it.
She was trying to climb up and away, so he held her down. “Stay.”
“You’re too big,” she whimpered.
Trying to reassure her he wasn’t ‘too big,’ since she’d taken him, he wished he didn’t swell as he said, “I’m inside you.”
She winced, but he couldn’t contain how thrilled he was that he was buried in this sinless-looking female. He had an angel around his cock, one who appeared more ethereal than he could have ever dreamed up.
Despite his growing desperation, Merikh didn’t like that she looked uncomfortable seated on him.
“Come here.” He wrapped an arm around her slight waist and dragged her up his cock until the bottom ridge was just at her entrance.
He hoped the lack of deep pressure helped, and he curved her back so he could lick across one of her stiff nipples. She pressed her hands against his shoulders to keep herself upright, which gave him the freedom to bring his other hand between them so he could tease her clit with his index and middle fingers.
Merikh fought every urge to thrust, to move her, so he could ease her pussy into loosening. She was on his cock, and he wasn’t going to let her get away from it, but he wasn’t going to hurt her when he could just be slightly more patient.
If he was, he would get what he wanted. When she was ready, he could finally give in.
It was why she was on top of him in the first place.
Plus, he was kind of fond of his tongue doing swirling patterns around her left nipple before he just lashed it over the right. She seemed to like it, especially with him teasing her clit, and she eventually softened.
It was lucky she was tall enough for him to be able to do this – and that was saying something, coming from a nearly seven-foot Duskwalker.
When she began moaning and stirring the first quarter of him inside her, Merikh pulled back. Then, just so he could watch her reaction, he pushed her hips down so she had fully mounted him again.
They both shuddered.
He lifted her halfway before he pushed her back down and groaned, his fangs parting. Swelling from just that minor movement, he stopped and held her.
“Move on me,” he demanded.
She slid forward up his cock, then waved her hips back down. He didn’t know when he’d begun digging his claws into her arse, but he gripped her cheeks hard.
One of her knees slipped off him, and she had to drag it back up so she could keep moving. She gave little moans, her head falling back as she supported herself on his stomach.
Each sound from her was high-pitched, decadent, and just potent enough to eat away at him. She smelt wonderful now that her arousal had returned in force, and the longer he breathed her in, the drunker he got on it.
He didn’t think he’d ever experienced something this profoundly pleasurable. She hugged him all the way to his core, so hot she was almost searing, and her moulding plushness tickled every ridge and thick vein of him.
It wasn’t enough. Not for Merikh, who was trying his hardest to stop himself from thrusting. Raewyn was using his cock right now, rubbing down his resolve, but he wanted to see her bring herself to orgasm.
He desperately wanted deeper.
“Faster.” He needed faster if she couldn’t take him deeper.
He could change her body to mount every inch of him, but he didn’t want to do that. She’d swallowed most of him; he’d take what he could without permanently altering her.
Raewyn tried to be swifter. Her leg slipped again, so she placed the other down so she was pushing off the bed with her toes. When that didn’t work, she tucked them back underneath herself on top of him and tried to use his arms to help her. She hissed in a breath and threw her hands away when she stabbed herself with his quills, and he healed her.
“I can’t,” she cried. “You’re too big.”
His body was too large in comparison to hers.
She may be tall, but he was two if not three times wider than her. His hips were wide, so she struggled to move while straddling him properly. His stomach was round, and although it was a good place for her to rest her hands, it made resting her knees on him difficult.
It didn’t help that she couldn’t sit back completely on his cock, since she hadn’t swallowed all of it.
Merikh assisted her, but each time his hands moved, his hips wanted to go with them. He gnashed his fangs, trying to keep himself still beneath her.
Fuck, she smells so good. Feels so good. Sounds so good. A small growl rumbled from his chest. I need more.
Her breasts bounced as she moved, catching his attention, before it was stolen when he looked down and watched her riding him. The purple hue at the edges of his sight danced and darkened.
“Faster, Raewyn,” he demanded, just as he thrust up and felt a deep pounding against his cock.
His orbs flashed red momentarily just as she let out a moan.
He did it again, and she shivered as her pussy spasmed. His angle was different, hitting somewhere wonderful for her. Then, her movements became shallow, short, and impossibly slower. He was only halfway inside her when she just rubbed his cockhead and ridges over a swelling spot.
Raewyn’s spine arched as she threw her head back, and a sweet, euphoric cry fell from her wet lips. She squeezed him as her cunt clenched and quivered, drenching his cock in her slick.
The way she looked while visibly trembling... her scent, her cry, the squeeze he felt, all while she was stuck, barely moving on his cock... Merikh’s patience snapped.
His quills and fur stood on their ends, as a bout of aggression shot through him and clutched at his groin like a set of malicious claws.
