Page 35 of To Trap a Soul

An embarrassed groan croaked from her, and she shoved her thighs apart to get it over with. She then held her breath like that would save her from whatever was about happen. She shut her eyes tightly, bundled her fists near her chest, and waited with her teeth stabbing into her plump bottom lip.

She jerked when something prodded against the lips of her pussy before it glided towards her entrance. The tendril didn’t feel cool, or warm, or like anything living. It felt like a foreign thing, almost wrong, and her toes curled in repulsion when it opened her and began to push inside.

Her chest heaved with uncertainty, and she didn’t know if this was actually better or worse than the sex she expected. At least that would have been normal; this absolutely didn’t feel right. There was no warmth or a body to hold. Instead, she gripped the bottom of her tunic to steady herself through this rather invasive act that felt more like a procedure than sex.

Her inner walls, tight from disuse and tension, stretched around the tip of the thin tendril. Most of Weldir had disappeared, as if he’d focused all his chalky bits into it to keep it solid and stop it from going through her.

Then she gasped at the lightest pinching sensation. She winced, only to immediately relax before her brows furrowed and her teeth released her bottom lip.

Was that it?she thought, wondering if the tiny, quick pain had been her hymen.Are you fucking kidding me?! That’s it?!Those women had totally been exaggerating!Gushing blood, my arse.

They’d just been trying to frighten each other. Gosh, she could imagine them playfully giggling about it behind her back.

Then Weldir’s tendril bottomed out inside her. She didn’t know why she looked down, not that she could see past her pubic mound or through her very flesh. Maybe she just wanted to truly see that her first time had been complete and that it actually wasn’t too bad. She’d wound herself up about it so much that she now felt kind of silly.

That was until Lindi belted out a pained scream when he pushed impossiblydeeper. Her back arched, her toes clenched in agony, and she reached her hands forward to claw at him – only to grasp nothing.

“Stop!” she yelled, kicking her legs and slapping her hands at thin air. “Get it out, get it out!”

The tendril yanked back. Lindi shoved her hand over her pussy and shut her thighs so fast her knees bashed together as she turned on her side. Tears instantly welled and spilled over as her eyes darted around in fear as she searched for him.

“Y-you said you wouldn’t hurt me!” she sobbed out, her shoulders turning inwards as her chest heaved through her shudders of radiating pain. Even though he’d taken the tendril away, her insides continued to ache. “What thefuckwere you doing?”

“Inseminating you,” he stated plainly, but his tone was defensive, like he didn’t understand what he’d done wrong. Oncemore, it sounded like a damn procedure, and it sucked all the life out of it. “How else am I to do that if not inside you?”

“Notthatdeep!” Lindi snapped. “What did you do? Enter my cervix? That hurt!”

“That’s exactly what I did,” he answered.

Her bottom lip trembled because she’d actually been joking. Her expression twisted as she shook her head at him in disbelief. “That’s not how you do it, evenIknow that.”

An annoyed huff, with the strangest undertone of a growl, rumbled around her. “Well, how else am I meant to get my essence inside your womb?”

“Like normal! Inside my pussy, not by shoving yourself through my cervix like a fucking jerk. It goes in by itself... I think.”

That made the most sense to her. It shouldn’t have been that painful, even she knew that. It was like someone had called upon lightning from the sky to strike deep inside her and shoot down her legs and up her groin.

Now I wish we’d just had sex!At least then he couldn’t have gotten freaky with her insides in thewrongway.

“How was I supposed to know that? I’ve never seen what happens inside. I thought this was how it was done.” His tone finally held some real bite to it, and Lindi did not care one bit.

She didn’t care if he was embarrassed or annoyed. She was the one who was hurt!

“F-fine, I get it,” she muttered, and then held her breath that he’d at least apologise.

“I’ll be gentler,” he stated with a sigh in his voice. “I won’t do that again.”

Then he came forward, and that silly, wriggling tendril drifted near her knees, and she gasped. She tried to scramble away but stopped when she almost fell off the ledge of whatever thing he’d conjured for her to sit on.

“No!” She threw out the hand not covering her privates to ward him back. “Please. I don’t want to do this right now.”

“I did not finish–”

“I said no!” Then Lindi turned solid, putting herself out of his reach even when she was right before him.

He reached out to swipe through her solid body to test that he couldn’t touch her. “Turn intangible, female. I told you I prefer you as a Phantom in my realm.”

Her bottom lip pushed forward in annoyed defiance, as she dropped her head and gave him a glare through her lashes. “No,” she snapped firmly. “Why should I do anything you ask of me when you can’t even adhere to your own promise of not hurting me? That was the one thing I asked for.”

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