Page 150 of To Trap a Soul

I have to be careful,he thought, as he finally continued his path higher.

He’d learned that some women don’t like their clit being stroked from underneath, so he intended to avoid that motion for now. They could experiment more another time, as he wanted to do what he thought would be safe after the last time he’d ruined this.

Instead, he brushed through her curls and the outside of her pussy lips, noting how the folds of her clit were deeper brown than the rest of her skin, and the inside was a dark pink. She looked feminine, soft, and lovely. He liked that the pinkness of her pussy indicated where he needed to eventually go, her slit already glistening and pooling. It would be more delicate.

He brushed through the curls covering her pubic mound, and her thighs twitched. Yet before he could go lower, she grabbed his hand, her fingers curling behind what was physical.

“Y-your nails... claws?” she sputtered hoarsely, her voice airy and sweeter than usual.

Weldir had already thought about that and showed her by turning his hand over and scratching down the inside of her wrist. His middle and fourth finger lacked any sharpness, as he’d evaporated the claws from them for her.

Females didn’t like sharp things inside them, and their bodies were made to give around girth and not be rammed into too hard – a mistake he’d made last time.

They had limits. Limits he’d taught himself about.

Seeing she was safe, she nodded and removed her hold on his hand. Weldir dived down and into her wet slit to pet the nub of her clit with two fingers. Quick to moan, she easily shared more with him when he applied just enough pressure while he went in a circle over it. At the same time, he thumbed her nipple with his other hand still on her breast, occasionally giving it a knead.

The thrum of her heartbeat quickened, as did her breaths that grew shallower with each foray. More liquid pooled at the entrance of her pussy, and it split open slightly when she parted her thighs for more. Her eyes grew glassy and never left where he touched her pussy. She bucked it against his fingers when he must have petted her just right, and her hips never ceased waving, even when he went side to side over it.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice holding a strange ache to it that even reached his inexperienced ears. “Inside me.”

One thing Weldir knew he’d struggle with was when to move on. Thankful she’d told him, he slipped his fingers through her swelling folds and dabbed at her entrance. He was about to push both inside, then thought better of it. He wrapped a tendril around his middle finger in preparation for later and penetrated her.

“Ohgod,” Lindiwe moaned, tilting her head back as she went to grip his forearm.

Weldir grunted just as he moved part of his face away so he could give her something to hold onto. She rode his finger herself, and he didn’t even need to do anything but watch.

She gave a deeper moan, her hips waving back and forth, as her expression softened and her lips parted to let out quick pants. Then she appeared to grind hard, and her knees buckled inwards a little.

Look how needy she is being...With just one of his fingers.

He considered making his body bigger to give her something girthier to ride on, but she suddenly paused.

With eyes wide, she looked down at him in what he thought might be horror at her own lustful actions. But Weldir had thoroughly savoured her doing so. And seeing she’d stretched herself enough, he shoved a second finger inside her to see if she’d do it again.

“Nnh.”She arched again, and her grip on his forearm tightened as she gyrated on both his fingers.

Her breasts quivered as she released a cry. Weldir released his hold on the left mound so he could see the way it trembled, how her nipples seemed to grow harder when goosebumps trailed over her chest.

I’m... actually enjoying this much more than I thought I would.He placed his arm around her back and squeezed one of her arse cheeks instead, kneading it to see if she liked it, and her hips visibly dipped into his palm’s hold.

Wanting to aid her in some way, he hooked his fingers forward to press against some kind of special place inside females that seemed to make them turn into the most lecherous creatures. Her lips parted more, and her nails dug into the solidness of his form around his forearm, causing pieces to flake off.

“Weldir,” she softly, gently, lustfullymoaned, and he’d never heard his name being uttered in such a mesmerising way before.

He didn’t even know it could be.

The strangest growl radiated from him.I like that. A lot.

With his hand gripping her arse tightly, he halted her and thrust his fingers. He made sure he didn’t do it too hard, and when he did it again and she only moaned for him, he repeated the motion again and again. Each time he increased the pace until she was forced to let his arm go.

He moved the tangible part of him to his shoulders so she could hold onto them, filling out what he couldn’t with a barrier. He watched as her little nails tried to bite in deep as she dipped her head back with her lips parted wide. Then her noises ceased their volume, as a squelch came from where his fingers and the tendril wrapped around them pistoned rapidly inside her. Her breaths panted out of her, each one simmering with a cry, while her knees drew up and spread.

It took him a moment to realise she was climaxing. Her body spasmed and trembled all over, her thigh muscles, abdomen, and even biceps clenching. Her toes curled while her feet arched and her brown skin, coated in a thin layer of dewy sweat, erupted with goosebumps.

She managed to suck in a strangled breath, but with Weldir refusing to relent, his fingers still pumping, she only managed to choke out a sweet, lost little whimper.

Just when he thought she might start to finish, he whisked away his thumb claw and placed the pad of it against her clit. He also formed a new tendril, this one misty and mostly clear from the overuse of his mana, and wrapped it around her right breast. He made it coil around the soft mound, clamping the tendril around the base of it until it was perkier than before, and circled her nipple in a tight pinch.

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