Page 39 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)
A time unknown, but one that possessively clings
With each crawl of his mate’s white dress inching up her legs, Weldir’s mist vibrated a little more. When she flashed the top of her silky thighs and pale-green underwear, he formed a bubble of his mana around one of the ties across her collarbones.
He pulled it and unlaced her cloak.
Her dress glided higher, until she slipped it up and over her head, revealing deep curves and gorgeous breasts tipped with dark-brown nipples. Weldir considered untying her underwear to quicken the pace and save her the trouble – and to sate his greedy yearning.
The flat plane of her stomach dipped once she exposed herself, and she covered her breasts with one arm. His gaze darted up, and he almost produced a growl at her hiding them.
It died when he took in her soft eyes, the brown in them more molten than usual, like glittering bronze.
The deep, tawny complexion of her skin allowed just enough nervous red to show through, and it glowed in her cheeks and the tips of her round ears.
She nibbled on her fuller bottom lip, making it swell and reveal the pink inner seam.
Her gaze darted over him, her long, pretty lashes fluttering.
This wilful, assertive female had grown all shy. It was so undeniably cute he wanted to reach out and soothe her.
“I’m not really quite sure what to do next,” Lindiwe murmured, before thinking better of it while rolling her eyes. “I mean, I know what I’m supposed to do, just... I don’t know what you want to see. If you just want me to get straight to the point.”
“I’m in no rush, Lindiwe,” Weldir answered softly. “I don’t mind what you do.”
When her expression grew shyer, even becoming a touch forlorn as her arm tightened across her chest, he realised that wasn’t the answer she wanted. Does she want me to... guide her? To take some of the control, even from a distance?
Fuck. It would be so much easier to show her.
But fine, Weldir would be honest.
“Show me how you like being touched. Explore your body in the places that make you wetter before dipping into it.” With each word, her little heart sprinted faster, and the unease in her eyes evaporated.
“I want you to tease yourself until you can no longer take it, and then satisfy the ache you give yourself.”
He wanted her body to beg for release like it did with him, until it craved, yearned, and hungered for mind-bending bliss. Until she rode her own fingers hard and deep, like she did his, just before she orgasmed.
Lindiwe lowered her arm, revealing her breasts, and brought that hand across the flat area of her chest. “I like it when my skin is touched gently.”
Drawing the backs of her long nails down the sides of her teardrop breasts, the sensitive mounds prickled with goosebumps, making her areolas and nipples tighten.
She let out a soft, quiet rasp. Drifting them lower, she caressed the outside of her abdomen muscles and then over the dips of her hips until she was trailing the sides of her rear.
“It tickles in a way that isn’t uncomfortable.
” She crossed to just below her navel and then drew her fingertips and nails up the centre of her body.
Her stomach muscles danced under her own caress as she met the flesh between her breasts, brushing the insides of those mounds.
Then she ghosted above them. “I’m... not used to feeling such softness or being handled with care.
Even though I can tell your claws are sharp, you only scratch me in a way that the sensation feels nice, even when you do it harder. ”
This time when she drew her nails across her body, streaks formed when she pressed them harder. She deliberately scratched up the sides of her neck, then over one shoulder, showing she didn’t mind when it was harder, or rougher.
“Sometimes I like how sharp they are, even if it hurts a little.”
Her breaths grew shallow when she cupped underneath the perky drops of her breasts until their softness moulded into her palms. She squeezed, her flesh dipping around her fingers, and a muffled, quiet moan hummed from her as she bit her bottom lip.
Then, with her middle fingers barely touching the tips of her nipples, she moved them in featherlight circles.
Her breath hitched, and she ‘tickled’ all her fingers around them, teasing her nipples and areolas, as well as the surrounding skin.
More goosebumps prickled along her flesh, starting from where she touched and spreading outwards.
Lindiwe’s breath hitched again, her thighs clamping together tightly as her body twitched back and forth while her toes curled.
Her brows knitted together, her eyes bowed and crinkled in blissful anguish, as if the sensation was too soft, too light, too much.
Yet she didn’t stop until her lips parted on a trembling moan.
“Sometimes the caresses are too soft, and it’s almost painful,” she croaked, cupping her breasts with a hard squeeze.
Her trembling only settled when she clamped her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She was soothing the tension she’d given herself, kneading rough and hard – the opposite of how she’d started.
When Weldir’s tendril keeping her tangible to him had spiralled further up her leg, he didn’t know. It was a manifestation of the excitement that vibrated through his mist at watching her pet herself.
He hadn’t expected her performance to be so sensual, or that she’d speak to him during it.
He lengthened his tendril up her leg until it wrapped around her knee.
He glided the tip up her inner thigh, and her lower abdomen didn’t just dance; it twitched and shuddered as if her pussy quivered in reaction.
Her back arched a little as her thighs spread, revealing that her arousal clung to her pale-green underwear in the form of a dark spot.
Her right hand made a path down her body. She pressed on her clit, gave a shuddering moan, and then closed her thighs around her hand as if it was too much.
The growl that vibrated from him was feral, and he used his tendril to pull her leg to the side. “I want to see. Don’t close yourself to me.” Actually, her annoying fucking underwear was covering where he wanted to see most. “Take your panties off.”
Her lips quirked. “What if I’m not ready to?”
Weldir’s mist pulsed, and his patient restraint was the only thing holding him back. Patience that was all too close to ending.
“If you don’t show me that pretty pussy of yours now, I will do it myself.”
Her brows darted up her forehead in surprise, yet her fingers pressed harder on her slit as she kneaded her breast. “You promised you would only watch.”
A deep chuckle reverberated from him. “When did I say that? I won’t utter promises I’d very much want to break.”
Her lips curled even more, giving her a rather sultry look when she bit her bottom lip as if she liked his domineering commands.
“A please would be nice.”
“If you wanted a submissive male, then you have bonded yourself to the wrong god.”
She giggled, and the rare, mystical sound of it soothed his anger. It caressed his essence, his very spirit, in the oddest way.
She brought her hand to her hip and loosened the tie of her panties. Once the material was loosened on one side, it easily glided down her beautiful long legs and floated away.
She brought her knees up and then hesitated. What had been a naughty, sultry gaze, pinched with unease. Yet, in Lindiwe’s often bold and confident fashion, she then spread her thighs and bared herself to him.
Lips parted, the little entrance to her pink cunt was so overflowing with arousal that it’d spread between her folds and glistened on her dark curls.
“You look very wet, Lindiwe,” Weldir rumbled.
“I thought it would bother me being watched,” she whispered, dipping her fingers down through her slickness. “But I’m actually finding it exciting.”
Like a caress to his mind, his mist pulsed with exhilaration. He lurched forward with the desire to take over and show her what was truly exciting, only to pull back. He also withdrew his tendril back down her leg, as he was dangerously close to shoving it into that little spread hole of hers.
I... didn’t realise how difficult I’d find it to be a witness to this.
He wanted to aid her, even if it was only a little. Weldir didn’t actually want her to reject his touch. He’d been enthralled watching her come apart under his ministrations, because of him.
He wanted her to reach out to him, like his touch was superior.
His mind ached to go to her, to envelop her in his mist so it could brush over all of her, but he was unsure if she could feel it.
He’d thought he would be mostly fine with this, so long as she found pleasure and showed it to him, but the slowness was torturous.
The lack of control spiked his need to take over.
He’d never experienced anticipation this strong, and he found his mind pleading for the next step until she lost herself.
The instant she pressed directly against her clit, her legs spread further and her core visibly clenched. She moaned so sweetly, and her eyelids slid shut. When she moved her fingers side to side in a lazy circle, her head fell back and her silky thighs twitched, spasmed, and trembled.
And this was Weldir’s favourite part.
Where he got to witness all the little, intricate details of her body she would be too consumed in her pleasure to notice.
Her heart, so full of need and lust, suddenly quickened, and it thumped around his realm in a chaotic rhythm.
Her pulse fluttered fast, and it highlighted the beauty of her slender neck.
Any touch to that spot when it was like this could send her over the edge, which was why he often nipped at it, or licked it, or even brushed his horn against it.