Page 177 of A Soul to Steal

He felt bad that he wasn’t touching Aleron in return. Yet, Gideon couldn’t do anything else but brace through this when his whole body sparked lightning beneath the surface of his skin. Flushed, pulse stammering, he stared wide-eyed at his groin.

He’d thought Aleron would fumble through this, but it felt amazing. For the first time since he’d woken up in his second life, he thanked his past self. He’d at least taught Aleron how to dothis.

“You look needy like this,” Aleron grated with a groan. He forced Gideon’s face up so he could look down at the hazed expression that had fallen over him. “It is different to Tenebris, but better. Your noises are more erotic, your body hotter and softer, and I can scentallof you.”

Then, as though overcome with passion, Aleron darted his head forward to sink his tongue into Gideon’s mouth once more. Aleron began to rock against his back, groaning over his face.

“I havemissedthis,” Aleron rasped.

Gideon winced when he tried to add a third finger, his body tightening against the uncomfortable sting. The fact his hand was so big was half the problem, and Gideon already knew he’d never had this much girth inside him.

It’s too much.Gideon didn’t think he was ready for this much, but he couldn’t pull away from Aleron’s mouth, even if he wanted to. At least him pressing against the right places aided to spark bliss, and Gideon stroked his cock to help.

He was also so turned on, and so fucking close to coming, that he just tried everything he could to achieve release. His mind and body obsessed over it, his balls constantly drew up like he was about to, only for it to escape him.

The head of his cock Gideon’s drenched in precum, and he shuddered all over. His thighs shook and his abdomen muscles dipped, his entire pelvis radiating with painful bliss.

Then it clutched him, and he let out a harrowing groan... just as Aleron stopped. His fingers ceased moving, as did his tongue.

Fuck! No!Gideon yanked his head back.

“Don’t stop,” he choked out.

Before he could shout that he was about to come, Aleron covered his mouth.

He removed his fingers a little faster than Gideon appreciated, his asshole snapping back to a smaller state, as he said, “A Demon is coming.”

I don’t care.Probably not the thought to have. Thankfully he never said it, as he would have expired in embarrassment later if he had.

Gideon also didn’t have the chance to react. Aleron yanked his hand from Gideon’s trousers, wrapped his arms around his torso, and Gideon bellowed as the Duskwalker jumped metres into the air. Gideon had just enough time to grab his trousers to stop them from falling to his ankles.

Snorting rabid huffs echoed beneath their feet. A Demon leapt into the tiny space between the trees they’d just been sitting in. They’d only just escaped it.

“I thought you said you’d smell or hear them coming!” Gideon stated in disbelief, clutching the waist of his trousers tighter.

“Distracted,” Aleron grated out hoarsely. “I have never had you squirming like that before.”

Gideon’s face heated in mortification of being told he’d beensquirming. Of course Aleron had been distracted. He’d had his fingers knuckle deep inside his bride for the first time – on Earth.

A chime of notes stole his attention, and Gideon darted stark, wide eyes to the ground. He reached downwards, not caring in the moment if he fell.

“Fuck, Aleron. My guitar!” The Demon was shoving it around, sniffing right where they’d just been sitting.

At his shout, it even stood on it with one hand as it looked up at them!

Sensing the emergency, Aleron acted quickly. He stopped flapping his wings and fell to the ground, landing right on top of the Demon. With his bird-like feet, he clamped his talons around it to keep it down as it flailed and screeched. A long tail flicked, but that was the only definable feature he could recognise of the wretched creature.

Gideon jumped from his arms.

Sprinting, he tied his pants while ignoring his still semi-hard erection, then grabbed his guitar and shoved it in its protective case. Just as he was closing it and flicking the latches to lock it, Aleron let out a hiss and yelped.

At the distressed sound he made, he thought,Screw the guitar.He pulled his axe from his belt loop so he could aid the whimpering Duskwalker.

The Demon was still in the same position, trapped and unable to do anything. Yet, Aleron clutched at his exposed dick with his orbs white.

His orbs only ever turn that colour when he’s afraid or in pain.

“It stings,” Aleron hissed out with a shudder wracking him. His wings flapped and kinked, showing just how much agony he was in. “It has never stung before.” Then he turned his snout towards the forest. “Hurry, Gideon. Another is approaching.”

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