Page 195 of A Soul to Embrace

Wanting to please him, Zylah grasped the hem of her skirt and lifted the dress over her head to remove it. When she went to drop it beside her, he grabbed it and let it fall out of sight next to the bed.

Before she could do anything else, he palmed the flat part of her chest. “Most of your bones have sunk beneath your skin,” he commented, brushing his thumb down her sternum.

Zylah felt the tickle of fur shifting rather than his finger pad brushing over bone. Tilting her skull, she assessed her naked body.

He was right. Her sternum bone had completely disappeared, and only her bottom two ribs remained. She also hadn’t noticed before, but most of her hand bones had been covered except for a few of her knuckles.

“Is that a good thing?” Zylah asked, lifting her sight up to him.

“You look softer. Healthier.” Then, one corner of his lips twitched upwards momentarily as he cupped underneath her left breast. “And these look bigger.”

His red eyes were warmer than they’d been since they arrived in this room, and he didn’t seem to notice a few strands of his hair slipping from behind his ear as he gazed down at her chest. He ran his thumb across her dark-grey nipple, and it hardened under his touch as she twitched at the tickling sensation.

Zylah reached forward and pushed the front flap of his pants to the side. The remaining material fell between his thighsbefore slipping over them to fully reveal his groin. Although his cock was still soft, it did look a little longer and thicker than when she’d grabbed it earlier.

He leaned back to give her freedom to touch, and Zylah slipped her hand around him. She ignored his observant gaze as she stroked him, and although he jerked against her palm, he didn’t harden immediately like she’d been hoping he would.

It was actually remarkably awkward to pump her hand around him while he was flaccid. Her fist was too big in comparison to the size of him when he was small like this, and she worried if she squeezed any tighter, she’d crush it.

I don’t think I’m doing this well,she thought with nervousness skittering down her spine. She wondered if her hand just didn’t feel nice like this.

“Sorry, it might take me a bit,” he stated softly, as if he could sense her self-conscious unease. “Do you want me to take over?”

She shook her head and let out a quiet, although frustrated, huff. “No. I want to do it.”

He grew a little in her palm, and she lifted her snout to him in surprise. At her dark-yellow orbs, he gave her a small, half-hearted smile. “I like it when you pout.”

Grumbling at that, she rattled her head side to side as she looked back down, since her strokes were a little easier. Her tongue came out to slip across the top of her snout.

“Can I lick it?”

“I thought you were going to, since you’re already down there.”

Her sight flickered with a reddish pink in embarrassment, as she hadn’t known her placement indicated that. She only came up with the idea now. Zylah shuffled a little closer, relieved he was letting her play with him however she wanted.

It seemed like he wanted it, since he hadn’t tried to stop any of this like she knew he could, but his body just wasn’t in tunewith him. At least he was getting bigger, which made her feel as though she wasn’t actually failing at this.

Tilting his cock to the side, Zylah ran her tongue from the base to the sheltered tip to leave behind a trail of saliva. She liked that he thickened even more and let out a quiet pant, and that one of his hands came to rest against her nape, just below the base of her skull.

Unsure of what else to do, as she’d need to part her jaw wide to get him inside her mouth, Zylah just licked up and across the length of him. He was smooth under her wet tongue, his skin velvety and warm. In certain spots, she could feel little thumps of his heartbeat, and she grew fixated on where else she could sense those pulses.

Then she slipped her tongue one way and accidentally wrapped around him a little. When he gave a quiet grunt, as if he liked the feeling, she stuck her tongue out as far as it could go and twirled it around him until she wrapped it twice. She pulled upwards so it would stroke him, then tried to do the same thing while going downwards.

But even after she did it multiple times, he still hadn’t grown fully hard, and she didn’t think this was working as much as she wanted it to.

“I’m... not good at this.” Zylah pulled away to stroke him instead, and her saliva coating him made it easier. She tried to hide the dismay in her voice as she said, “I don’t think my mouth is right for this, and I don’t have lips like a human.”

“It’d feel better if I was harder,” he admitted, before rubbing up the back of her skull. “But it did feel nice. It reminded me of your tendrils, although a rather big one.”

Zylah paused at what he said and tilted her head. “Tendrils?”

His brows twitched and drew inwards. “Yeah. You don’t know that you have little tentacle-like tendrils inside you?”

“I do?!” she exclaimed with a gasp, letting him go to look down at her pelvis.

Her ear holes tingled when he let out a light chuckle. “Have you never felt inside your own pussy?”

“Well... no. Not really,” she grumbled, slipping her hand down to touch at her slit in curiosity.

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