Page 196 of A Soul to Embrace

Her clit instantly greeted her like it had in the past, and wetness coated her fingertips. This was as far as she’d ever explored before.

I have tendrils inside me?None of Fayren’s books detailed such a thing.

Wanting to understand what he meant, Zylah ran her middle finger down her slit until she found the hole of her opening. She sunk the digit inside until her palm was nestled against her... and waited.

She felt nothing but warm inner walls. Her insides did spasm around her finger, and she hooked the pad of it forward to search for any indication of what he meant. It was hard to feel around with just one finger, so she slipped a second inside, and shivered as she stretched herself.

Something brushed against her fingertips, and she hooked them forward to chase it, only to moan softly when she pressed against somewhere tender. Her thighs parted, and she rested her palm against her clit, following the tingle of pleasure she felt within. Zylah pushed deeper. Her pussy clenched, and she gasped when multiple little limbs wrapped around her fingers.

The dark yellow in her orbs quickly bled to purple as she thrust just to feel the tendrils better, and deep arousal bounded its way into her. Her calm breaths turned shallow as she pumped, her insides clinging tighter as she hooked her fingers like he’d done to her in the past. She accidentally brushed against that tender spot harder than before – the one that hadher vision darkening with need and her pussy growing wetter within an instant.

She licked across her snout as her interest in the tendrils faded. Instead, she pumped because it felt amazing, and the desire to come hungrily ate at her like it usually did. A loud, strangled moan came from her, and she looked up at Jabez’s face to pant at him when she thought he responded with his own.

Lips parted on shallow huffs, he watched her with rapt attention, his eyes much more heated than before she’d gone exploring.

Her pants turned shallow, and she jerked against her own fingers at the pleasure. Her toes curled when his eyes bounced from between her thighs, to her breasts, then her skull, and dropped back down. His pricked-up ears twitched when she released a sharp breath.

Realising what she was doing in front of him, reddish pink blasted into her sight. Zylah chittered self-consciously and pulled her fingers away.

“S-sorry,” she whispered, lifting her hand now saturated with her arousal and having no idea what to do with it.

“The hell you apologising for?” he grated out, his eyes darting to her wet fingers. “And why’d you stop?”

“Because I was supposed to be touching...”You,she finished in her mind, which was promptly distracted when she noticed what was now between them. “Oh. You’re hard...”

His cock now jutted from his hips, full and engorged to the point the mauve head had come out. Even the ridges on the sides of it were now pressing against the inside of his flesh, and she knew they only did that when he was fully erect. It pulsated along with his loud heartbeat.

“I just watched you masturbating in front of me for the first time,” he rasped, stroking up his cock. “Of course I’m hard.”

The blushing hue in her orbs flickered in and out, fighting with the purple of her desire. “Do you want me to keep going then?” she asked, giddy that he liked watching her so much.

If she’d known that from the beginning, she would have started with that!

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

Purple won out, and Zylah slipped her hand down to pet her clit, making herself twitch. She touched it curiously, pressing on it hard and swirling her fingers, until her clenching pussy had her chasing to push her fingers back inside herself. Re-stretching herself felt wonderful, and she liked that she knew exactly where to slide them now. Shuffling so she was seated on her ankles and propped up higher off the ground to give herself room, she thrust them like before.

She watched his eyes drift down to her moving hand, just as his own began a steady stroking rhythm around his cock.

I didn’t realise I was so warm inside,she thought around heated pants as she pumped, feeling the way her pussy was formed. Her tendrils greeted her again, and they were smooth in comparison to her snug, textured walls.

She pressed deep and wiggled her fingers forward like he’d done for her in the past, and a loud, hitching moan broke free. Her thighs spread, and she pumped her fingers faster as her insides squirmed. She grasped the top of his thigh to balance herself when her hips moved on their own, bucking forward and back as she sought that tumbling bliss.

Her gaze landed on his cock and the drop of pearly white liquid that had bubbled at the tip. Her maw parted on deep pants before she licked across her snout in interest. She slowly drew her hand closer, sliding it across his thigh with the need to touch it.

“I want this inside me,” she whispered, knowing it was much bigger and longer than her fingers. It would feel better and touch sensitive places everywhere all at once.

And it would make her feel closer to him. She had this wonderful desire to be filled to the brim.

“You can have it when you finish fucking yourself and come,” he muttered softly, making her fur puff at his erotic words.

His hand fell away when she wrapped her own around him, but she was unable to stroke it as she ground on her fingers with a moan. She thrust faster and dug harder against her most sensitive spot, and her vision nearly blackened when she felt herself clamping up momentarily.

Once her sight cleared, she noticed the white bubble of precum had slipped down the head, and Zylah leaned forward to lick across the tip of his cock before it could fall. She wanted to know what his seed tasted like, but she hadn’t expected it to be salty and sweet at the same time. The moment it touched her tastebuds, her tongue shot forward to wrap around his cock as she let out a greedy moan, hoping to collect more.

She had no idea what she was doing anymore as ravishing need blasted through her fiercely. She licked at him, shivering every time she got another taste of seed, andfuckedherself harder, faster, until she was releasing moan after moan. She bounced on her hand, trying anything to fall into bliss, finding it difficult when her tendrils clasped tightly.

Her tongue adored the bumps of his ridges slipping across it, and she looked up into his riveted gaze as he produced a body-tingling, husky growl in response to her.

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