Page 6 of To Free a Soul (Duskwalker Beginnings #2)

She hoped her fist at the root of him, slipping back and forth in time with her mouth, felt nice, like she was working his entire length. She made sure her teeth didn’t scrape him too much with blunt hardness, and she slipped her tongue all around to give additional sensation.

She could feel her lips swelling more than usual, hot and tingling from her ministrations. Adoring it, and how her body dipped back and forth and put tension on her clit, had her going faster.

She eventually pulled back far enough to release the head, then kissed the side of his tip before gliding her lips and tongue down the side of his length. She kept her gaze on it so she could see where she was going, kissing her way back up to the tip and then swirling her tongue against it.

It didn’t swell like she’d read it would, nor did he produce any precum. She frowned when she thought it was a bad sign.

“Is this okay?” she asked, hoping she was doing well.

Both of them knew neither had done this before, and she just wanted to know if it felt good, since he was so quiet.

“It is lovely,” he said, one of his clawed fingers tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “I’m enjoying watching you down there.” He traced his finger along the length of her jaw until he reached her chin and then tilted it up roughly. “But I prefer it when you’re looking up at me.”

Her thighs tightened and her pussy walls clenched as he forced her gaze to his.

Her confidence rebounded tenfold, and she locked eyes with him as she went faster.

Her mouth was messier as she lathered his cock in kisses, pulling it to the left and then the right to make sure she left them on both sides.

Then she drew her tongue from the very base of him to the tip in a slow line before encompassing the head with the damp warmth of her mouth once more.

She played with it there, swirling her tongue repeatedly. When she went to pull away, Weldir held the back of her head and very gently pushed down so that she’d swallow him halfway again.

I guess he wants me to just suck him. Although she’d been enjoying teasing him, she was relieved that he’d taken some of the control and initiative.

He tilted his head to the left, as if watching her more intently when she pulled back and went down as far as she could.

Lindiwe paused when something narrow, about the thickness of a thumb, dipped between the dampness of her folds and grazed her clit. When she pulled back to look down, Weldir’s hand stopped his cock from leaving her mouth, just as the thing speared her pussy deeply.

Releasing his cock from her fist, she gasped around his girth as she slapped her hand against his hip.

Then she moaned, her legs spread wider, and she ground on what she thought might be one of his tendrils.

Her thighs shook when it thrust inside her, and the precision of it pushing forward and rubbing against a sensitive spot had her sight blurring.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he rumbled above. More than usual, his voice had her belly fluttering and her insides quivering.

Renewing her sucking, she anchored herself by gripping the base as she undulated on his tendril and pumped her mouth around him.

Both felt wonderful, both crept her closer to release, and she ceased mapping her path when her thoughts bled out.

She just slipped her mouth and tongue up and down him mindlessly as she moaned around his girth, going harder, faster, and deeper when she clenched around his tendril, trying to match its pace.

And when a second one joined the first, but curled in a way that its length could rub against her throbbing and aching clit, Lindiwe trembled.

Her eyelids slid shut as she let out a muffled cry, her orgasm soon to wash over her in a ravenous, thundering wave.

She tried to keep going, to keep pleasuring him, but her hips twitched and shuddered in need, constantly breaking her rhythm.

She had to pause around his cock to breathe through her nose and gave him her swirling tongue instead of true movement.

Oh god. I’m about to come. The words even sounded like a moan in her mind.

“I told you to look at me,” Weldir snarled out, as he gripped her jaw and shoved her face up once more.

She could barely open her eyes to give him an agonised wince, while her sight grew hazy and her back bowed.

The blissful cry she let out around him was muffled, broken, and loud as her inner walls clamped down on both thick tendrils.

She held onto the base of him for support as her body uncontrollably moved to heighten her orgasm, uncaring of the squelching sounds it made.

Wetness dripped from her, and the tickle of it only aided her. She came hard, and his thrusting tendrils ensured it continued on.

When it finally ceased, she was thankful he let her pull her mouth free. She fell forward with her hand on his hip and panted as she came back down from bliss.

Except Lindiwe wasn’t given more than a moment of reprieve.

Whether Weldir threw her higher with his magic, or he lowered himself, it didn’t matter. One moment she was on her knees, and the next they were on both sides of his head as he buried his face against her pussy.

“Wait! I just came–” Her words cut out on a desperate moan when his tongue speared her lips and roughly grazed her clit.

He was fast, his tongue doing circles with just the right amount of hard pressure, and she disintegrated into a wanton puddle.

Both her hands reached for his horns, but only her right palm was able to curl around one.

The other dived into the wisps of his short hair and grabbed what strands she could as she bucked against his face.

His hands at her thighs, keeping them spread for himself, somehow moved to her breasts within an instant. The feel of them was unnatural, like he shouldn’t be able to palm and knead them so well with how far down he was. When her watering eyes focused on her chest, she was given her answer.

He’d separated them from his body, and she had no clue he could do that. Never in her imagination had she thought he could detach his limbs.

Rather than being freaked out, she grabbed the back of one and made it grip her breast harder. The other pinched her nipple right as he speared her entrance with his tongue, and she bit down on her swollen bottom lip to stifle her moan.

Locking her legs around his head, she used her grip on his horn and hair to grind against his face. Weldir didn’t need to breathe, so she didn’t have to worry about him suffocating. It allowed her to unabashedly keep him down there until she was happy and her spirit soared out of her body.

Still riding the high of her first orgasm, the second soon crashed through her due to the oversensitivity.

The sound that should have exploded out of her was cut short by her seizing lungs and caught in her throat instead.

Her legs trembled with each spasm of her insides, and flashes of light dotted behind her clenched eyelids.

Only when her pussy stopped clamping did her body unlock, and she was finally able to take in a sweet, although false, breath.

Her thighs, biceps, and even her abdominal muscles twitched as she lay there floating for a few seconds, trying to collect her thoughts. It was an ill omen when Weldir kissed and nipped with his sharp fangs up her body, leaving wetness behind in his wake – all of it her orgasm.

She shivered when he did it over one nipple before he worked his way to her neck.

“You have a very lustful body, Lindiwe,” he muttered next to her ear in a tone so rough her shiver deepened. “It very much likes being touched.”

The rasp that left her was one of pleasurable pain as the tip of his middle finger pressed down on her clit. He moved around her until his chest was against her back, and the streaks of it brushing across her skin had her bowing into his palm when he grasped her left breast.

A tendril wrapped around her thigh and lifted, spreading her once more. She was given no warning when he pinched both her nipple and clit as his cock speared her pussy from behind.

Lindiwe locked up, and she reached back to grab his hair or horn – she didn’t care which one – when he buried his face, covered in her climax, against her nape. Even his nose was wet, and she vaguely remembered grinding her clit against it while his tongue was swirling inside her.

“Wait!” she pleaded through shallow huffs. “Please wait.”

She’d just had two intense orgasms. She needed a fucking moment to not feel like she was vibrating and aching. Just let a woman breathe for a second!

“Why?” he asked against her skin, his lips ticklish and sending goosebumps down her limbs. “I can tell you’re enjoying this.”

His cock felt so big inside her swollen and hot pussy that it clung to him fervently when he pulled back.

Before she could even get a word out, he thrust in again, and all she could do was weakly moan when the flared head rubbed against the tender ridge inside her, the one that sparked delightful pleasure in her muscles and veins.

“See? You asked me to wait, yet your body keeps screaming for more.”

Lindiwe whimpered. She couldn’t deny it.

Not when her head lolled to the side and her eyelids flickered as he began to pump fast inside her, and she did nothing but pant, moan, and bounce in the fragments of his shadowy arms. His fingers petted her clit constantly, causing her legs to shake and kick, and all she could do was hold the back of his hand like an anchor and hope he’d press more firmly.

She never closed her legs, instead spreading them further as if that would somehow get him to reach deeper. Like her body needed more of the length she knew she couldn’t take.

And this was what she had begun anticipating all these years.

The passion, the lust, the way her body craved the pleasure until she’d shed every drop she had to give.

Lindiwe would rather be fucked to within an inch of her life than ask him to stop, knowing she’d likely go just as long until the next time.

She intended to savour this moment when it was so rare and special, with the hope it would hold her over until he summoned her again.

Even when it started to hurt, even when her poor clit throbbed and ached, and her breasts felt overstimulated, she didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, she gave herself over to the part of her that needed more, until she obliterated and became dust that would collect in his mist.

“Harder,” she pleaded between chaotic breaths. “Please, Weldir.”

Everything got faster, his hips hit deeper, and Lindiwe’s hips refused to cease moving to greet him. She clawed her nails into the back of his hand, tugging his hair until her back arched and her toes curled, and she let out a lustful scream as she came.

And even then, her body didn’t wish to stop clinging to his .