Like a carnal, wild male, he smeared her arousal across his chest to cover himself in it. He nodded, and that trust from him meant so much to her.
She quickly hopped off him.
With rope already prepared and close by, she coiled his forearms together with his wrists locked to his opposing elbows. Then she made him wiggle until his back was resting against the stump they’d been using as a makeshift table.
She slotted a pillow in between to make sure he’d be comfortable.
It was strange, but the fact that a massive, towering monster was bound for her had her pulse racing. He’d allowed himself to be put into a vulnerable position, trustingly, and she would be able to do what she pleased. Pleasure him how she wanted to, tease him, even leave him to suffer aching with his cock and giving nothing.
He absolutely wasn’t helpless, and she knew that, but it was still titillating.
With the way he was seated, his chest bowed forward, making the large cavity of it seem even bigger. The white bones of his rib cage almost glistened in the low light, and the scales around it had a black-and-blue oil-slick reflection.
With his dark purple orbs focused on her, she crawled between Ingram’s spread legs, being careful of his tail between them, and his cock jerked. Her mouth watered at the delicious feast of the creature bound before her, and she greeted the tapered ends of his tentacles enthusiastically.
Keeping high on her knees, she gripped the base of his cock and let his tentacles wrap around her forearms. At the same time, she leant forward and swiped her tongue over the blunt head, stealing a voluminous drop of seed before covering what she could completely.
The tremor that ripped through him had his head tilting back and the softer inside of his tail coming up to rub against her folds momentarily. The softest moan rippled out of his chest.
She liked when his noises were soft. They were so cute and light it made her eager for more.
“Such a good boy,” she purred against the tip of his cock. “Letting me tie you up to do what I want with you.”
“Fuck, Emerie,” he choked out, as his head dipped to the side.
She circled her tongue around the flared rim, feeling his textured spiking scales that puffed at every touch. Stealing sweet lubricant from him, she sucked it straight off the surface of his cock. He was so hard and hot against her mouth and hands, and visibly pulsating.
She nibbled gently at one of the raised dark veins on him.
“You really like me calling you that, huh?” she murmured.
“Yes,” he admitted.
She drew her lips down one side until his tentacles were caressing her cheek, while her right hand stroked upwards to pet the head in a circle. Everything she did, no matter how small or subtle, had more pearly seed rising to the tip of his shaft. She licked and stole that too, enjoying the heady hint of burnt sugar and hickory bark that burst across her tongue.
“Do you like my mouth and hands on you?” Instead of responding, his beak parted as he let out a deep huff. “Do you want me to keep going until you come in my mouth?”
Her lips curled devilishly against the side of him, then she gave the head and rim little nibbles.
“Nhn. Yes. I want you to drink from me.” He snapped his head forward. “I want to see your face messy with it again.”
“You do?” she purred before pulling away.
Emerie kissed and nipped her way up him, and even licked the protruding bone of his hip, his sternum, knowing he could feel them. She even gave his nipple a flick, which caused him to violently twitch, as she crawled onto him and placed her knees on his thighs before going to his hips. She forced him to let her under his beak, so she could nip at his neck.
She palmed the broad and blunt head of his cock, only to grab him just under the rim to keep him steady. “What if that’s not what I want?”
“Then what ar–” Before he could finish, he choked out a groan when she positioned the tip against her entrance and backed onto it. “Inside you?” He let out a deep expire.
“Mhm. I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered against his neck.
“More,” he encouraged as she wedged the very tip inside by moving in circles to ease herself over him. “You’re so soft.”
She hadn’t even gotten the entire head in yet, and he was already losing it. Ingram rocked his hips as if he wanted to help, to make her pussy swallow him faster, to reach deeper.
He seemed desperate after she made him wait so long.
Her brows knitted tightly, and she placed her forehead against the crook of his neck and shoulder for leverage. It wasn’t easy balancing herself on him like this, high up on his torso. Gravity wasn’t helping with how thick he was, nevermind the awkwardness of their positions.
Had his hands been free, she knew he would have tried to ease her down – and possibly ripped her in the process by accident. He wasn’t very patient, and she may have let him with how much she wanted him right now.
Wincing as she stretched over the head, she bounced to add pressure to her weight baring down. His lubricant aided them, and she was utterly thankful for it.
Then the head popped past her entrance. Her bounce shoved her down at least an inch as well.
With a wince and a pained gasp tearing through her like a blade, her nails dug into his chest. She couldn’t hold it.
“So tight,” he groaned. When she lunged forward off him to flee, he let out the smallest whine. “Down, Emerie. I want more. I want inside your little pussy.”
He brushed the side of his skull against her sweat-slicked forehead, his chest heaving with excited breaths. It almost felt like he was silently pleading for her to mount him.
“I will,” she rasped out. “You’re just… big, Ingram. I need to adjust.”
But she would. Because no matter what happened tonight, she was getting that big fucking Duskwalker cock in her, whatever it took. It might be slow and painful at first, but she was going to ride him, and she was not stopping until she did. She wanted to be so full and messy with his cum that it was dripping down her legs.
She was also intending for it to feel good for both of them. His arms were tied for that reason, to force patience on him.
Now that she’d given her body a breather, she nudged the warm, slick, already seed-drenched head against her entrance once more. She bit her lip hard as she pushed herself down. The head popped through faster, and although it was chunky and felt like it was trying to split her in two, it wasn’t so painful that she needed to run away.
Ingram let out a contented growl and continued to brush his skull against her to encourage her. His hips rocked, desperate to move her on him but unable to.
Emerie wiggled her hips side to side as she shoved further down, slowly gaining more and more inches. He was so thick that the pressure was immense, and she knew she was stretched to her absolute limit.
She’d always been small, had always struggled a little at first when taking even a human. Now, she was sinking around a monster dick, and it was a challenge.
She was also really turned on and wanted this more than anything. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone.
Everything was moist, and his heat was soothing. The burning stretch was also accompanied by him pushing against all of her most tender places in such a deep and unfamiliar way. Everywhere inside her received attention, and his little spiking scales scraped her G-spot and had her panting and trying to swallow more.