A Soul to Embrace (Duskwalker Brides #8)

Chapter 36

Zylah dived forward, wrapped her arms around Jabez’s neck, and clung to him. She trembled as she held him, wishing she knew what to say or do in this moment. Something was wrong with him – he obviously wasn’t okay – and more than ever, she wished she knew what had been said within the conference chamber.

The only solace was that he slipped his arms around her midsection to hug her, but she could feel the distance between them. Even with their torsos tightly meshing together, it was like he was slipping miles away.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered, as she dug her claws into his shoulders. “Please tell me what is going on.”

“Sorry, Zylah. My mind isn’t well, and I can’t think clearly,” he answered, his arms loosening. She hated how deadened his voice sounded.

Unsure of what else to do, she drew her tongue up his jaw and then his cheek, licking to show him that she was there, that she cared, and that he didn’t have to do this alone. She wished he’d seek whatever he needed from her, rather than retreating into his head. She understood that he’d been this way for a long time, alone and unable to trust anyone else but himself, but it was hard for Zylah to know what she could do to bring him out of it.

When I was upset, he distracted me from my sadness. But her sadness had revolved around him, and being intimate with him had helped to ease her loneliness and fears.

“Is it my fault?” Zylah asked, her voice rising an octave.

His body reared back, forcing her to let go when he stared at her with his brows furrowing.

“Not at all,” he answered, and she didn’t know whether to believe him or not.

She let out a whine and leaned forward to lick across his lips, kissing him the only way she knew how. When he didn’t respond other than flinching, Zylah did it repeatedly, feeling his closed lips move under the power of her tongue.

He let out a small sigh. “Zy–”

She cut off whatever he was about to say by shoving her tongue into his mouth.

One of his hands shot up to grip the back of her neck, and his fingertips dug in like he was trying to pull her away without hurting her. She held the sides of his head so he couldn’t distance himself with force and brought her tongue back before thrusting it forward to lick across his.

She didn’t even care that his fangs were sharp, not when desperation bolstered her.

The longer she did it, the more his grip on her nape softened. His tongue greeted hers subtly, almost shyly, then he let out a small groan and palmed the back of her neck to bring her closer. Zylah lifted herself until she was able to slide her knees around his hips and sit on his lap, closing the distance between them and ensuring he couldn’t get away.

He made her squeak when he sucked on her tongue and his sharp fangs scraped against the underside and top of it. She ground into him in reaction, causing him to jerk and let go, and she retracted her tongue with a pant.

Just as she went to go back in for more, he shifted his face to the side and buried it against her shoulder.

“More,” she demanded, shoving at his chest until he fell backwards against the bedding. She leaned down and licked across his lips, trying to get him to open up again so she could get another taste of him.

“You’re being awfully clingy right now,” he stated around warm pants. Just the sound of his breaths, the life in his tone, had her heart beating faster.

Because you’re scaring me, she thought, giving up on his mouth to lick at the side of his neck in hopes he’d shudder for her. Because I don’t know what else to do but this. To distract him from the thoughts he wouldn’t share, to try to make him think of something else for a little while.

So it didn’t feel like she was... losing him.

His head turned to the side as if to give her more room, but his hips didn’t greet hers when she tried to grind on him and stir his body.

“I don’t think I’m going to get hard right now,” he admitted quietly with his brows furrowing.

Refusing to let that dishearten her, Zylah licked up his pointed ear and whispered, “Can’t I try?”

“The council could make their decision at any moment.”

“Then... we’d better be quick.”

Quick wasn’t really in her nature, if she were being honest. Having sex just once or twice didn’t seem to be enough for her body, but she wasn’t doing this for her own pleasure. Right now, she was solely focused on him, hoping touch would make him feel better like it had for her in the past.

She was thankful he didn’t try to stop her when she lowered her head to dab her tongue against his chest. He didn’t even halt her hand when she slid her palm down his muscled torso while lifting her hips. His gaze was steady on her skull as he let her cup his cock with sheathed claws.

It’s soft. She didn’t know why she was surprised considering what he’d said, nor why she was a little hurt by it. I do not know how to be arousing. She’d never tried to be sensual and instigate sex before. Maybe I’m no good at this.

Zylah leaned back and straddled his waist so she could look down at him and figure out another way to be enticing. Not realising she was right at the edge of the bed, her knees slipped off. A loud, surprised squeak burst from her as she fell to the ground and landed on her backside.

Embarrassment clamoured around her chest as she moved to sit down properly between his spread ankles. Her orbs wavered with brimming tears because that was the opposite of the arousing she was going for.

A small, short laugh had her head lifting just as Jabez moved to sit up. He placed a hand on top of her head.

“That was cute,” he muttered, his eyes lightly crinkled with warmth as he looked down at her.

Okay, cute was good. She could handle that.

“Can I keep going?” she asked, shuffling closer as she placed her hands on his parted thighs.

His lips grimaced and pulled to the sides. “Are you sure this is what you want right now?”

She reached for the ties of his pants. “Yes.”

Just as she managed to unknot his pants, he grabbed her hands to stop her. “If you’re going to do this, take your dress off. I can’t stand the sight of it anymore.”

Zylah tilted her head to look down at the skirt of it resting over her thighs. The red colour of her dress was stained in so many patches of her own dried blood that most of it had changed to purple.

He can be really odd. He didn’t seem to care for his own injuries or the fact that he’d had his own blood smeared all over his body earlier. Didn’t he also kill countless people in the past? The idea that he found blood uncomfortable was strange – especially since she’d seen him drink from a person’s jugular multiple times.

Is it because it reminds him of my injuries? But they were healed now, so what did it matter?

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 thighs before 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 tune with 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.

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 had her 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, and fucked herself 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.

Then her inner walls swelled hard, and she let him go as her skull limply fell to his lap when she started climaxing. She had to hold back her claws from extending as she thrust out her hand and gripped his thigh, and her fingertips dug into him hard when she let out a loud cry. Her pussy pulsated as wetness squelched within her, and she shuddered each time she prodded the spot that made her orgasm more powerful.

Before her body could go fully lax, she was yanked from her knees and thrown against the bed. Her back arched off it when Jabez nestled between her thighs, enclosed one of her nipples with his lips, and thrust his cock against her clit.

He sucked her nipple hard enough to sting it, causing her to cry out and push at his head. The moment her hand came near him, he let her breast go to lick her slick from her fingers. He brought them into his mouth to suck all the liquid from them and she’d never realised her fingers could be so sensitive until that very moment.

“Did you have fun doing that? Next time, I’d like to watch with your pussy on display for me.” Jabez leaned back onto his knees to rise above her and push her thighs apart. Exposing her, his nose scrunched, and he let out a groan at what he saw. “Fuck. I need inside you. Now. ”

Still panting wildly, Zylah looked down when he grabbed the base of his cock to position it. Since he hadn’t been expecting it, when she shoved his chest with all her strength, he fell to the side and landed on his back. She climbed on top of him, settled the slit of her pussy on his shaft, and pinned his shoulders down.

“I want to do it.” To let him know she was being stern, she extended her claws free so she could stab his flesh with them.

He leaned his head up and managed to lick against the underside of her chin. Then his lips brushed the bone of it as he muttered, “Why? I can go a lot faster.”

“Because you’re always on top,” she said, grinding her clit against him and spreading her wetness.

And because I want to take care of you. Yes, she was very excited right now, but she’d started this for him. Zylah wanted to show how much she cared about him. She wanted to be close to him and make him feel pleasure.

She hadn’t done well with her hands and mouth, and she wanted a chance to do so with her body after failing so miserably.

When the tension in his shoulders softened, she took that as him submitting. She lifted her hips and gripped the base of his shaft to nestle the head against her entrance, and just the blunt pressure of his cock felt wonderful.

She dropped her hips all the way in one go, and she realised she should have done it slowly when the stretch was harsh and she let out a choke. Each of his ridges had felt like bubbles going in, spreading her repeatedly as she speared him inside. Her pussy immediately clenched around him, and she placed her hands on his broad, muscular chest to steady herself when her knees knocked inwards at the intense girth.

Nhnn. Why does he always feel so big?

Jabez’s hands slapped her arse as he grabbed it in a rough knead. He shoved her down as his hips shot up and forced himself even deeper, ripping a gasp from her. He groaned, grinding into her, and his head tipped back to expose the thick, popping veins in his neck.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growled out with his nose wrinkled hard. Another deep groan fell from him as he shuddered and looked down at where they were joined. “And you’re really tight after coming.”

“Jabez,” she rasped when his hips dropped down, only to slam back up, making pleasure strike profoundly.

“Shit, Zylah. Move or I’m going to roll you over and fuck you as hard as I can.”

His pectoral muscles twitched, and his hands grasped her arse so tight it was almost bruising. She could sense the restraint in his body, like aggression was skittering beneath the surface.

His fingers pushed her hips until they slid forward, only for his palms to push her hips back. Following the way he guided her, Zylah slowly began to move, and her panting breaths sharpened at the feel of his cock moving.

He’s inside me, she thought, adoring the way he slipped in and out. He was hard and long, stretching her and touching everywhere she needed. His ridges waved delightfully against her entrance every time one popped in or out.

“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered, snapping her hips back and forth in earnest to go faster.

Her hands massaged his strong chest with unashamed, rough grabs. She used her arms to go up and down at the same time, wanting to feel herself come down on him harder.

Both his hands caressed up her body, slowly touching her hips, then her sides, and her spine arched when his nails scratched into her back. He cupped both her breasts, and she hadn’t realised they felt so heavy and starved for attention until he clamped her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. There was a pleasurable pinch every time he kneaded her breasts and his fingers clasped her nipples tightly, but that only made her go faster.

Her vision grew dizzier, her body hotter, and her maw parted on sharp, shallow pants. She didn’t care if she was crushing his hips every time she shunted back hard to feed his cock in her all the way to the base, wanting to feel it push up against the end of her. Her head tilted back and her toes curled when it felt just right.

There was a painful bite each time he slammed his hips up as she seated herself deep, but for some reason, it only made her ache further. It only made her want to pump her pussy around him with more vigour until he tore her in half.

She could feel how wet she was, the slides growing more and more slippery each time his balls touched her backside.

Then her claws dug into his chest as a loud cry escaped her, and she moved her hips as fast as she could when her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy swelled, nestling his girth within her until all she could feel was the head shoving against exactly where she needed for her pulsing release to be even stronger.

Her purple orbs wavered as her climax tightened her chest with tenderness. Now that she knew about them, she could perceive her tendrils clasping onto him tightly so he couldn’t get away while she used his cock thoroughly, keeping him within her until she was done.

She didn’t get a moment to breathe when her body finally stopped milking him.

With a deep growl, Jabez grabbed one of her antlers, yanked on it until her arms caved in, and wrapped his free arm around her torso to lock her chest to his. Then his hips thrust so fast from below she could do little more than squeak and fight against seizing breaths.

His fangs lanced deep into the muscle of her shoulder as he bit down hard, and Jabez snarled against her flesh as he pumped furiously. Shivers racked her body, and her orbs broke as intense pleasure made tears float from her.

She couldn’t even muster up a scream when he forced another orgasm to grip her. Lungs ceasing, she clutched the bedding beneath them to hold onto something, anything, for dear life as her body felt like it was about to obliterate.

Her heartbeat raced so fast she feared it was threatening to burst, but she didn’t care as her head lolled in the bliss weakening her. So good. It feels so good. Her claws tore into the mattress, ripping it to shreds, the pleasure bordering on pain as she orgasmed.

He unlatched his bite to release a deep, haunting groan. He gripped her arse to keep it from shunting away as he fucked into her as fast as he could from below.

“That’s right,” he grated against her neck. “Come all over my cock, Zylah. Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”

Her insides trembled at his heavy voice right next to her ear, and her ethereal tears floated from her in heavier drops.

Even when her body grew lax, he didn’t stop the speed of his thrusts, as if he wanted to send her hurtling into another climax. Needing to escape the intensity of it, Zylah fought against his strength so she could take over again.

She managed to push off, and he finally ceased pumping, although his hips continued to grind into her lightly as if he couldn’t stop them from jerking.

But she’d liked the way he’d been able to pull so far out, so she leaned back until she was fully seated on him. She bounced up and down with her strong legs, rather than moving back and forth, and she instantly wanted to melt.

“Nhnn,” she moaned when she slammed down hard.

She placed her clawed fingertips on his thick, muscled abdomen for balance in case she accidentally fell. Her slick was everywhere, coating her thighs and his entire pelvis, making her a little self-conscious about the wet slapping and squelching noises coming from where they were joined.

His hands gripped her knees, like he didn’t want to get in the way of what she was doing but wanted to hold her. His jaw flexed as his nose scrunched momentarily.

“I should have known you’d be so good at bouncing on me,” he rumbled, his eyes riveted to where he was constantly disappearing inside of her, and his bottom lip slipped between two fangs like he was biting on it. One of his thumbs delicately slid underneath the gold chain around her waist. “Good bunny, keep bouncing your pussy around me until I come inside it.”

Zylah shuddered in reaction to his unbidden words, finding them naughtier than she probably should. Then she observed his expression properly for the first time, and lustful tenderness pooled in her gut.

With his lips parted on quick huffs, he licked across his sharp fangs when it must have felt just right. His nose and cheek on one side crinkled tightly whenever he produced an excited, lustful groan or grunt. His eyes appeared deliriously heated, and they rolled back slightly before he fought to refocus and keep watching her bounce on him.

Whenever her pussy spasmed and squeezed him, his features would twist up and he’d bite one side of his bottom lip again just as he pulsated inside her. She noticed a small amount of blood forming around his fangs, but he didn’t seem to care that he was hurting himself.

He looked really pretty right then, his red eyes watching her with greed and hunger. Zylah took in his black tapered horns and long white hair resting against the bed. His strong, masculine features looked so twisted with need that she just wanted to eat him up.

Considering how fast she was bouncing on him, her pussy was trying to do exactly that.

Her gaze drifted down to watch how his pectoral muscles and biceps flexed and twitched constantly. He has a vein there, she thought, when she noticed a thick vein in the vee of his groin, and she instantly longed to lick the swollen, throbbing line.

She adored how big his body was, how strong and broad it was in comparison to her. She wanted to worship his muscles with her hands, to knead them and lick them, but she refused to change what she was doing.

Especially when his eyes darkened in pleasurable anguish and he moaned, “ Zylah. ”

His fangs clamped shut, and he gritted them until his jaw muscles popped and knotted, just as his eyes rolled back fully. He shut them, his long white eyelashes fluttering and twitching, and his head shot back. The thick veins in his neck popped as his back arched, his fangs and lips parting wide as a quiet roar shook out of him.

His palms slipped from her knees, up her thighs, and over her hips to grasp her backside firmly. He tried to shove her down and keep her there as his hips lifted and squashed their pelvises together.

Zylah fought him, moving her hips up and down on him to chase the orgasm that was so close she was already beginning to spasm around him. Liquid heat burst inside her, and she could feel his cock thickening repeatedly.

Zylah knew he was in the middle of coming within her, and her hip movements were torturing him, but she couldn’t stop. Instead, her sight vanished as her pussy squeezed and quivered, crushing him, her orgasm cresting over her as her mind repeated, He’s coming. He’s coming inside me.

Knowing she was the one to make him do so was what sent her over the edge, and she let out a shallow cry as her body shivered above him. She refused to stop bouncing until it was over for her, even when she could tell he was finished. She was too wrapped up in her own pleasure, at the spine-trembling thought of his seed inside her, and how her orgasm gripped her hard and refused to let go.

She felt slicker inside, stickier – and hotter and tighter because of it.

He produced little groans, his hips jerking like her bucking was causing groin-deep aftershocks to assault him.

He was still so hard that when her own orgasm ended, she didn’t cease. She wanted more, didn’t want this feeling to end – just like always.

Mine. He’s mine. All of this was hers – she had his soul to prove it – and her heart wanted to burst at the knowledge.

“Shit. Stop, Zylah,” he pleaded, darting up to sit and wrap his arms around her and forcibly hold her down. He even pinned her arms to her sides, stopping her from separating them when she tried.

She let out a whimper, and he slapped a hand down on her arse to shove her hips forward and tuck them together so she couldn’t even subtly move them.

“I just came, and my head is swimming,” he told her, grazing his fangs against the side of her breast. “If we go again straight away, I think I’ll actually pass the fuck out this time.”

“But you’re still hard,” she whined. She yanked on her arm, wishing he’d let her go.

“I shouldn’t be. Whatever component is in your arousal tingles and keeps me erect. It also makes me cum really hard.”

He held her tightly as he panted against her. After trying to no avail to keep moving her hips, she gave up. Only then did he loosen his arms so she could free her own, and Zylah gave a sulky whimper.

“Don’t be like that,” he whispered gently.

He lifted her slightly and made room so he could cross his legs before settling her back down on his cock until he was seated deep. He slid his head forward until his forehead was buried against the short fur covering her sternum.

“Let’s just stay like this. I’d like to hold you for a little while.”

Zylah grumbled, and the urge to smack the top of his head struck her, but it quickly died when he nuzzled his face between her breasts. His arms also repositioned so he was holding her midsection in a tight cuddle, and she could almost feel the contentment radiating from him.

She gave in and slipped her arms around his head to hug him back, and her breasts pressed into the sides of his face more firmly.

Her voice was soft, although croaked, as she whispered, “You do like holding me like this.”

She liked it too. She found it lovely.

“Yeah, I know.” She heard a grumbling pout in his voice and wished she could see it. He nuzzled harder, taking in a deep breath as if he was drawing in her scent, and his body grew even more lax than before. “If you promise not to think differently of me, I’ll tell you why.”

“Differently?” she asked, unsure of what he meant. “Like... badly?”

A sigh caressed her chest. “Never mind.”

“No. I want to know,” she pleaded, and immediately panicked when he shook his head. “You cannot say something like that and not tell me!”

“The moment I said it, I wanted to take it back. I’m actually not proud of it.”

“Please, Jabez?” she whispered, hoping softening her voice would be more convincing. When that didn’t work, she gripped the end of one of his horns and tugged to make him look up at her.

He gave her a half-hearted glare, his eyes hardening, only for them to gentle an instant later.

“Fine,” he grumbled, shoving his head forward against her as if to hide it. He was silent for a moment, his muscles tense with restraint, before he let out a growl that ended in a defeated expire. “It makes me feel... safe. I’ve never truly felt that way.”

I make him feel safe? Despite how saddening she found his admission, she couldn’t help the way fluffy lightness sprouted in her heart. Her purple orbs shifted to bright pink, and her arms squeezed him in adoration.

Her tail swayed behind her, and he stroked his fingers through it – incidentally causing her insides to flutter wildly around him, and they both let out a raspy breath.

“I think it’s due to how I can feel and hear your heartbeat,” he mumbled against her, and she wondered if he was continuing due to her giddy reaction. “You also feel nice to hold, and I can take in your scent coming directly off of you. I’ve never allowed another to hold me like this. I’ve never trusted anyone else because it leaves my back vulnerable and I can’t see.”

Her orbs brightened in their pink hue, and her chest ached with such a wonderful tenderness that her orbs threatened to waver. She didn’t mean to whine, but her affection for him became so powerful in that moment that it bordered on pain.

That was until he slapped one of her cheeks when he went to hold her arse and purposefully ground her pussy around his cock. “It also feels remarkably more intimate with me inside you like this. I like you cock-warming me.”

Seeing as he’d likely said that as a way to escape the conversation, Zylah didn’t reply. Instead, she hugged his head tighter, causing her breasts to squeeze the sides of his face, and nuzzled the side of her snout against the top of his head.

“You can cuddle me this way any time you like,” she said, basking in this sweet moment that he instigated.