To fill those voids that had been left within him by Aleron’s disappearance.
He had not originally been seeking this from her, or anyone. It was only when she showed him herself that he’d begun experiencing these unfamiliar and unknown wants and cravings.
And he wanted more, simply because she had been so against it in the beginning. He’d started hoping that her acceptance of his touch meant she felt something for him. Trust, companionship, safety. If her feelings meant touch was an intimate and heart-connecting thing, if he continued to show his affection this way, and she welcomed it, would that bring them closer?
I wish I knew the answers.
His cock wasn’t even hard or stirring. His desire to feel her was stemming from somewhere else – like his heart.
Then Emerie did something that had his chest radiating with tenderness, and gave him the path he’d been seeking with his thoughts.
Even with his silence and lack of answer, she pressed her lips against the side of his neck. His scales lifted in a rippling wave out from that spot. It was subtle, but he experienced it all over.
Placing his hand firmly around the back of her neck with his fingers dipping into her hair, he gently pulled her back. The moment her pretty blue eyes were able to connect with his sight, he parted his beak slightly and licked across her lips.
She let out the tiniest gasp and Ingram retracted his tongue.
Did he do the wrong thing?
As much as he hated to admit it, he’d never truly needed to instigate something like this without words. His orbs threatened to shift to a reddish pink as a shyness made him pull his head back.
“Wait, no,” she rasped, yanking on his neck to bring him closer. “A-again.”
She was looking up at him so expectantly that when he drew his tongue across a second time, he tried to dip the tip inside her parted lips. He was unable to.
Emerie had tilted her head, slid her tongue forward with her mouth opening more, and licked him back. She was more forceful, rougher than him, and she let out a deep, satisfied exhale the entire time.
A groan bubbled in the back of his throat as his scales puffed.
He licked her again, only for her to lick back, and there was something about the way her tastebuds rippled against his own that had him losing his mind. There was texture, sweetness, warmth, and wetness. He was sharing his taste as she shared her own.
His orbs morphed to a darker purple than normal.
I really like these kisses.
The mildness of his tongue’s pressure evolved into a steady battle with hers, pressing harder and harder as she greeted each sweep. Her tongue was flat, short, and much wider than the tip of his own pointed one.
But that was only the tip, and the more she played with him, the further his beak parted to let more of his lengthy one through.
The moment the centre of his tongue, which was thicker than hers but not yet wider, obtained just a small gap between her parted lips, teeth, and her pesky lick, he pushed the rest through. The tip accidentally licked across her cheek before it flicked in from the corner of her lip.
She tensed, but then moaned as he swept his tongue across the top of hers. Within seconds, he’d filled the cavity of her mouth. They continued to dance, his tongue dominating as it swirled back and forth, his own saliva flooding her mouth, which he drank back as hers mingled with it.
Their combined drool dripped from the corner of her lips.
Ingram got lost in just the feeling and taste of her. The way she was seated on his forearm with his fingers digging into her soft thigh, her hair tangling around his other hand, had his other senses disappearing for a moment. Her eyes closed, and his sight did as well.
Which is why, when she wriggled against him, the warm apex between her thighs grinding against his hard chest, he only just noticed her scent had changed. The moment he registered how heavy and laden with arousal it was, his slowly stiffening cock clenched, swelled and engorged, and broke from his seam.
“Fuck,” he groaned, violently shuddering against her. “Emerie.”
She couldn’t speak with his tongue partially folded and completely filling her mouth, but she did moan around it.
He didn’t want to put her down, didn’t want to separate their tongues, didn’t want her legs to unwind from around his narrow waist, but he needed to touch her.
Sheathing his claws, he shuffled his arms around until he dipped under the skirt of her dress while his left hand was gripping the crook of her thigh and arse. He was thankful she was supporting herself along with him by her heels digging into his back and her arms around his neck.
His other hand cupped the hot slit of her cunt entirely over her underwear, and the next time she tried to grind on him, her clit squished against the tips of his fingers. Like she’d been seeking something to press it against, her breath hitched, and she shivered in his embrace.
There was no rejection. She didn’t flinch or pull away from his touch.
His tongue slowed when hers did, as he pet the little hard bud nestled between her folds. Her head tilted back, so Ingram lowered her just enough that he could follow her mouth. Her eyes peeked open, but her features were languid as he moved his fingers back and forth while she moved her hips to control the pressure.
They were working in tandem, and he was able to watch as Emerie’s eyelids flickered with pleasure. He listened as she moaned, as her breaths shook. He felt her slowing as her legs twitched and her nails began to dig.
What had started as dry material turned damp against his fingertips. The tanginess of her scent wrapped around the inside of his skull like a set of blissful, coaxing hands.
Just as her tongue stopped greeting his, he was forced to let her mouth go as her head dipped to the side, then all the way back. He drew the long length of his tongue against the exposed column of her throat, just as she let out a quiet, but spine-tingling cry.
Her eyes closed and clenched, while her lips, wet and swollen, remained parted. Her features were twisted as though she was in agony, and yet she kept grinding, kept waving her body back and forth against him.
“Are you coming?” he rasped, unable to tell with his hand on the outside of her like this. It looked like she was, and it was… beautiful.
Her head bobbed slightly, and he groaned.
Within seconds, he moved his fingers from her needy clit, dug them into the side of her underwear, and slammed two inside her. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, but Ingram found what he’d been seeking.
Her inner walls were quivering, twitching, and pulsating, and he’d wanted to feel them. Wanted to touch her orgasm and experience it. She was so hot, tight, and so fucking wet that it was like an endless pool.
He wanted to prolong it, to keep her here in this blissful state.
He moved his fingers in and out, unsure of how to touch her from behind like this. All he knew was that she drenched them, moaned around them. That she enjoyed them so much, she was quick to spasm around them again and let out another delirious cry.
And every sound she made, every twitch that danced across her body, every bit of her in this moment, had his cock swelling in waves. His cock was slick, and already a bubble of seed had formed at the tip.
He didn’t even need her touch for her to stroke him. She was doing it to his mind, his senses, and his entire essence ached for more.
Ingram laid her down gently against the thin bedding on the floor of the tent.