She tried to stay latched to him, so he licked at her lips to distract and ease her. He removed his fingers and pushed her thighs apart, forcing them off him so he could bring his arm between them. Any worry or trepidation in her features was lost when she suddenly arched with her body twisting as he shoved his fingers back inside her.
Kneeling over her on a straightened arm, he watched her squirm as he pumped his hand between her thighs. Her orange hair spilled against the brown bedding moved side to side like a bendy river. Her chin lifted, exposing the precious column of her throat, and revealed just how fast her delicate pulse was going.
“That’s a good little butterfly,” he grated around panted, scent-tasting breaths, as he leaned down to lick across her neck. “Flutter for me.”
His other hand roamed under her dress so he could palm her thigh, her hip bone, her side. When he made contact with her right breast, giving the hard and firm bud a flick, she let out a sharp cry.
Ingram moved lower and slipped his tongue across the part of her chest that was exposed, letting it dip into the valley between her breasts that was hidden away by her dress. Despite material being in the way, he went lower and swirled it over and around her left breast. He continued to tease it when she clung to his entire skull and one of her hands fisted one of his horns.
He wet her dress with his copious amount of drool, and it revealed pale pinkness behind it right where her hard nipple was. He hadn’t known if it had a colour or not, but it was a similar, yet lighter, shade to the flesh his fingers were delving inside of.
He hated that he couldn’t see properly.
He wanted her fully unclothed and bared to him. He wanted to see all of her, and touch without a barrier keeping him from her.
Leaning back to stare down at her, one nipple barely visible through her dress while the impression of his hand played with the other, he considered it. He considered ripping this vile piece of clothing off her until he had exposed her to his sight and touch.
It would be so easy. With just a small amount of pressure from his claws, he could slice it open.
With the way she was moaning, her cunt clamping around his fingers like she was close to spilling again, he doubted she would have noticed what he’d done until it was too late.
But he didn’t.
He wanted her trust. He wanted her to enjoy this without the taint of betrayal. He wanted her to think of him as good, and gentle, and patient, so that she would widen her thighs around his hips and let him sink his deeply aching cock into her hot, snug pussy.
Ingram was becoming crazed for it, his orbs such a dark purple that the only bright thing in his vision was her.
He darted his sight down, his beak pressing against his chest, so he could watch his fingers touching. He saw nothing but glossy orange curls, her white underwear hiding everything else from him.
With an annoyed growl, he tore that strip of cloth from her body. She’d already done it for him, seeming to have no issue keeping his sight from here. His growl faded until it was a pleased rumble as he viewed her.
His dark-grey fingers were stark against her slick pink flesh, her entrance stretching around them as he moved them back and forth.
Fuck. So pretty. His cock jerked, and a drop of seed fell down between them and splattered against her inner thigh. Her lips were puffy, swollen, and yet her folds were spread like the wings of the very creature he named her after.
She looked just as delicate and fragile.
Her core was soft, plump, and dripping. It cuddled his fingers with heat and rippling texture, and her arousal smelt so fucking good it was muddling his mind.
He wanted to taste it, fuck it, nuzzle his whole body and face against it.
The arch of her foot knocked against the side of his throbbing cock, kicking a thrill through his entire being. He was so aroused, just that simple, accidental touch blasted him with need.
He slipped his fingers from her and drew away from her breast so he could lean over her on straightened arms. Ingram shuddered, resisting the urge to wedge himself against her little hole until he’d breeched it.
Gentle, he reminded himself. He needed to. He needed to remember that she was afraid of him, that he’d already shown her he couldn’t control himself. He’d been too rough, too excited in the past. Don’t hurt her.
“I-Ingram?” she panted, closing her creamy thighs while staring at his cock hovering above her. She’d bitten her lip, but her eyes were stark and nervous.
Still, he grabbed her knee and shoved it down, stopping her from escaping. Her look had told him all it needed to.
She wasn’t ready, and he was beginning to worry that she never would be.
But right now, he had a dozen wants, and he was going to give in to one of them. He just hoped she was willing to welcome it because he thought he’d drown in his own drool if she didn’t.
He leant back, wiped her slick over his chest to mark himself in her scent, then grabbed both her thighs. She struggled against him, then gasped in surprise when he pushed her across the bedding.
He bent over her, keeping her knees parted for himself, and kept his sight on her expression as he lowered his head. His tongue slipped out and over the curve of his beak as he drew closer.
When she bit her lip and didn’t even try to stop him, her eyes glued to his skull and orbs, he slipped his long tongue out as far as he could. It dipped into her damp folds, and he softly abraded her sensitive clit with his tastebuds as it slipped down the slit of her pussy. Her taste tingled his tongue and made his scales, spikes, and flesh react instantly. Every inhuman part of him puffed and trembled – even his tail curled.
Her moan and his groan mixed into the air to become one quiet song.
Fuck. He wished he had another form of praise he could utter, but it would do for now. She tastes so good. So sweet and pleasant.
He dipped his body, leaned on his elbows and knees, and pushed all of what could extend past the tip of his beak inside her pussy. She coated all of him in her decadent taste, and he couldn’t stop from twisting his tongue as he pushed it back and forth, desperately hoping she’d give him more.
Emerie threw her arm over her face as her back bowed. The other one shot down so she could palm the curve of his beak, gripping it so she could hold on as her hips tilted back and forth.
And, little by little, her dress rode up until her little shallow navel was exposed. He’d never seen the dipping plane of her stomach before, and the fact she was so lost to her pleasure because of his tongue, had him falling deeper into his own.
Giving was just as exciting as receiving, but that may have been because he was stealing her sweet nectar in return.
His tongue wiggled inside her, discovering and licking every part. When she didn’t come for him like he wanted, just squirmed and bucked with high-pitched but quiet cries, he slipped two fingers between the inner walls of her deliciously soft pussy and the underside of his thin tongue.
He took up more room, wanting her to feel his long and dexterous tongue more firmly against the places he’d already discovered were more tender.
“Ohhh, god,” she moaned, her thighs spreading as her feet lifted off the ground. She gave in when he twisted his hand so his knuckles were facing downward, and he added a third finger. “Ingram!”
The snarl that came from him was one of utter satisfaction.
Her stretched cunt not only clamped his fingers and tongue as she came, but sucked on them like she wanted to swallow him deeper into her depths. Ingram stole every little drop, greedy and hungry for it, wetting his dry throat with her tangy taste.