Page 5 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

Lindiwe no longer flinched whenever Weldir leaned in for a kiss. After the last few successful times, she’d garnered faith that he could be gentle... and it wouldn’t feel as though she’d been punched in the mouth with a brick.

She met him halfway, her heart leaping for the feel of his soft lips, and the way hers would eventually swell.

Her eyelids lowered, and she wrapped her arms further around his neck to deepen the kiss. The hardness under her forearms was a barrier over his shoulders to support her, as he still lacked enough of a physical body for her to rest upon.

She didn’t mind. He was trying, had proven that many times, and that’s what she appreciated.

In the past, the beginning of sex had been a little stilted.

She’d held onto this awkwardness around him, and she’d been able to sense a small amount of nervousness from him.

There had always been a pause where they assessed each other, both trying to get closer yet fumbling their way to the first touch.

She adored that this might be the start where none of that was needed. For once, it felt natural.

They knew why she was here, as she only ever came to his realm for this reason – to create children for him. Well, that’s why he wanted her here, whereas Lindiwe had long ago begun to crave the creation.

The years in between allowed her mind and body to build up the anticipation. Now her nails dug into the barriers over his shoulders as she tilted her head for more and moaned when he deepened the kiss himself.

The press of his long canines occasionally nipping on her bottom lip by accident felt wrong – a reminder that he wasn’t human.

That’s what made it feel naughtier. The wetness of her own saliva, as Weldir didn’t have any, mingled between them, and she braved sucking on his lower lip.

She then bit down on it and tugged, catching him off-guard.

He broke the kiss. His mouth darted to the sensitive spot on her throat, and her pulse thumped against his lips when he bit down on it in retaliation.

She didn’t know whether to giggle or moan, but the latter won out when he sucked on it.

His nose traced the side of her neck as if with purpose, and a cascade of goosebumps prickled down her body.

He gripped her backside, and his big palms kneaded roughly, pushing her more against the parts of him that were tangible.

Her nipples hardened against the silky white Anzúli robes, and as the prickles descended further, they collected in a hot, needy coil low in her belly. Arousal pooled between her thighs, and she tilted her head back while biting her bottom lip.

Weldir’s hands – the palms of them tangible while the backs of them weren’t – caressed up her curves.

His fingers dug into the seams of the material around her shoulders, and his claws lightly nicked her heating skin.

He drew open the neckline of the garment and pulled it down as he licked across her neck, another wonderful shiver cascading over her.

By the time she was unclothed, her body thrummed for the next step, when so long ago she’d been utterly terrified about it.

His soft lips, more malleable than usual, lowered to suck across her left collarbone.

“Weldir, wait,” she whispered, reaching up to grab his left horn since it was more visible, and therefore tangible.

He paused just as he placed his mouth against the flat part of her chest, and Lindiwe knew where his next destination would have been. Especially as he’d been ‘expertly’ caressing a hand up the inside of one of her thighs.

He was starting this how he always did: by placing his lips around her nipple and touching her clit.

She leaned forward to look down at him, and with his lips still against her chest, his head dipped back slightly to greet her gaze.

Licking her lips nervously, she almost told him it was fine to continue. Especially as his expression appeared more heated than usual, and she wondered if he’d been practising it – she knew it didn’t come naturally to him.

Palming down his shoulders and chest, knowing she touched some of the solid streaks of his swirling torso, she said, “I want to try something different.”

She’d been wanting to give rather than just take from the very beginning.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, lifting to tower over her due to their differing heights. He placed his hands on her curved hips, resting them there – but she knew his grip was to keep her near.

Drawing in a calming breath, Lindiwe strove for sensual and confident, rather than letting the anxious, bashful clamouring in her heart win.

She traced the pad of her index finger down his leanly muscular chest until she reached his navel.

She didn’t know how she managed to keep her gaze on the pitch-black wells of his eyes, but she did.

“Umm, I was thinking I could go down on you,” she murmured playfully.

I’ve heard men love this. Now that they were being touchy with each other, her mouth wanted to do more than nip with her words and kisses.

Weldir opened his mouth and then immediately shut it. Then, for a long while, he remained still, his expression unchanging. His chest, always lacking in breath, never moved, and she could never perceive a heartbeat under her palm no matter how hard she tried.

He stared down at her silently, thinking very deeply .

The sultry smile she’d been wearing began to crack. He doesn’t want that?

He finally lifted a hand and cupped her cheek, then parted her lips by pulling down on the fuller bottom one with the pad of his thumb. “I think I would like to see you use that pesky mouth of yours on me, rather than against me.”

Her smile renewed, and a spark of nervous giddiness coiled in her belly and chest.

Her fingers skimmed down his body, tracing what she could while the pads of them occasionally dipped into nothingness. Lindiwe just pretended he was completely there, so the motion didn’t falter or feel odd. Then she reached his groin, and the plane that led to where his cock was.

Or, rather, should have been.

When she looked down, there was nothing.

“Uh, do you mind?” she asked, really wishing she hadn’t needed to.

Don’t most men get erect by now? Actually, that brought on a load of questions. I’ve never seen his penis just dangling. She should have, right? Considering he never wore clothing.

She loathed to admit that she’d never been comfortable peeking at his groin, and did so fleetingly. Just enough to know nothing was there when there should be. I guess it’s like... inside him?

That question was answered when right where a cock would be, a bulge formed, and then something pushed forward from within him. It was all one colour: chalky black like the rest of him, with the slightest outer glow of grey that silhouetted his entire body.

At least it looks like the paintings and sculptures I’ve seen.

The girth was impressive, but Lindiwe had already surmised that after having it inside her. It was long, but not enough to make her clench her legs together in concern. The head, more bulbous than the rest of it, had a small slitted line connecting to the frenulum.

She was relieved that at least something about it was like a human man’s.

Keeping her eyes on it, her gaze a little more excited than she truly wanted it to be, she knelt. She gasped when she swayed back in the lack of gravity and reached out for something to anchor her, only to grab his dick. She let it go with her cheeks heating.

“Could I have something to lean on?”

In an instant, her legs, which had been swaying beneath her, were propped up as if she knelt on a floor.

Her body relaxed into it, like her weight had become something of substance.

Even her breasts felt a little heavier, and her hair didn’t float up around her head as much, only the tips waving as if they were just too light to be weighed down.

Placing her left hand on one of her spread knees for balance, she swallowed when her hungry gaze landed on the cock right before her. She shifted her focus higher to meet his eyes and noticed how he towered over her.

This is the first time I’ve ever been on my knees for him. She’d never needed to bow to him and pretend he was better because he was a god. This would be much more fun anyway, and so she confidently wrapped her hand around his cock.

An inch gap separated her fingertips from her thumb, and a tentative stroke downwards against his glittering, chalky girth revealed the base was slightly thicker.

Lindiwe licked the seam of her lips, wondering what she wanted to do first.

Leaning forward, she parted her lips, and her heart pounded heavier, bashing against her ribcage while arousal pooled at her core. She drew her tongue underneath it, starting from just behind the flared head and going to the slitted tip.

Weldir tasted like nothing. He always had.

His kisses were tasteless, as was his ‘skin’ from the few times she’d trailed her mouth across it.

As she held his gaze while swirling her tongue around the broad tip, there was no seed.

She wet him with her tongue, making the matte hue of his flesh shine, and her skin flushed with heat as she took in the path her tongue had drawn.

Yet the moment she placed her lips around him and slid him inside, everything else about him felt just right.

He was as hard as stone in the centre, yet the outside of him was soft and giving against her tongue, her lips, and even her teeth.

She had to part her jaw a little wider than was truly comfortable, but the strain reminded her she was really sucking his cock and that felt nice.

She even gave a little moan of satisfaction as she slipped further down him.

Weldir was quiet; he always was.

But the more of him she took in, the darker his expression got until he hit the back of her throat, her lips halfway down his shadowy cock. His eyes grew slitted, narrowing down at her, and for just a moment, his lips drew back as he gave a soft growl of approval.