With her bright-orange hair spilled out across the messed-up bedding, Ingram’s claws stuck up through the strands like a crown as he cradled her head. He supported it, even when it tipped back as he, in one solid, firm, and steady thrust, mounted her until he bottomed out.
Then he gave a deeply satisfied growl as he struck her flesh with his claws and shoved even further.
He watched her gaping expression, her icy-blue eyes dilating into saucers when her eyelids flashed open. Magic radiated between them, and the glitters of it made her appear even more entrancing and mesmerising than before.
It added to her colourful essence.
It was difficult to drink in her features when his legs quaked, his tail twisting and thumping in reaction to her sweet little cunt rippling along the length of him. It sucked him as he dug deeper and deeper.
The further he went, feeling her body making way for him with a snug, squeezing pressure at the tip of his cock, the more his aggression and anxiety from earlier were pushed from him. Instead, they were replaced with utter exhilaration.
He didn’t even know when Emerie had slapped her hands over his beak to cover his nose holes with her palms, but he barely noticed them over the intensity of their bodies joining.
When she’d been riding him, all he’d been able to think about was them becoming one. A physical bond so deep it transcended their flesh and moulded them into a single being. To connect until they were linked, and his tentacles had her in their grasp to secure it.
It’d nagged at him, ate at him with sharp fangs, shaking and tossing its head. He’d needed her to accept all of him until she greedily took every bit he had to give.
His claws and fingertips had ached, and all he’d been able to register was that he needed and craved them puncturing. Not in a way that was violent, but in a way that had his heart swelling with tenderness.
So, when he was seated all the way inside her and his tentacles could cuddle her within their depths, something within his mind and heart shifted.
When he slipped his claws from her, he enacted two spells. One that was conscious as he healed her to reduce her mind-numbing blood scent, and a second that was subconscious.
In that moment, buried within the nurturing warmth of her damp core, all he wanted was to completely and utterly protect her.
His sight closed just as a purple dome formed above them, and the blood scent in the air reduced significantly – as if it was the sacrifice required.
For most of his life, he’d rarely used magic; he’d never needed it… until her. Now, it was as though he’d been holding onto it just so he could lavish every drop of it on her.
He lifted her just high enough so he could grip her plump arse, and ground in harder just to make sure she’d taken every bit of him. Then, with him nestled in the cradle of her thighs and leaning on his elbows, Emerie completely sprawled in his arms, he lay there.
He didn’t need nor want to move. His cock was unbelievably hard, but her tender, snuggling core melted away any unbearable ache in it. She was warm and wet; it was absolute perfection.
The fact he could feel her fragile heartbeat softly fluttering not just against his chest but also around his cock meant he could stay there forever.
“Ingram…？” she croaked, only to pause when he slipped his pinkie claw into her mouth to quieten her.
Her uttering his name had his cock engorging with blood and seed. He was in a strange limbo, unsure if he was able to come after just one thrust or not.
He felt as though he was a single movement away from shattering into her. How could she feel this wonderful, this serene and mystical at the same time? It was like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for this moment with her.
“Please,” she pleaded, her voice so soft and heated. She wiggled her hips back and forth under the tight press of him crushing her. “I’m so close. Please fuck me.”
“Nghn, fuck,” he groaned, his cock jerking in reaction to her begging for him to thrust.
The moment he pulled back and her body clung to him, desperately trying not to let him go, Ingram was lost – tangled in her trance. All his senses fizzled out, except for everything involving her.
The feel of her in his arms, her sweet cunt, her breaths against his chest. Her strawberry-and-primrose scent twisted into the naughtiest, most wicked aroma. Her little sounds.
He thrust back in when he was only halfway out, needing back within her warmth. His sight darkened completely as he began to tense, his body shaking wildly.
“Oh, gods.” She braved letting go of his beak to dig her little nails into his sides.
With his second thrust, she weakly bit into his chest. His head lay upon the ground as euphoria took hold, too heavy for him to hold up under the onslaught of sensation.
So good. His slow movements hid just how much he was losing his mind inside her. She feels so amazing. His head slid back and forth along the ground as his beak parted on laden breaths. I’m going to…
By the third pump, he was letting out a choking moan as hot liquid bliss broke from him and filled her channel. His body took over as he came, twitching violently as he began to pound harder, his hips waving as he ground into her. There had been no agony, no slow crawl of seed. Like his body had been purely seeking the inside of her pussy, he was rewarded with just mindless pleasure.
Dizziness overtook him as he drowned in bliss.
“Oh my god, I can feel you coming!”
She squirmed beneath him as he drained his seed until it overflowed and squirted out of her. And as he continued to move, a loud cry sung out as she stiffened and milked him for the last of it.
His knees buckled inwards, and a whine ripped from him.
His claws sliced through soft skin at the intensity of her coming, while his cock swelled and pulsated, so sensitive now. He healed her, and whatever crimson bled from her added to the longevity of the dome around them.
Right now, he was hers. All he wanted was to protect while being allowed to stay within the sheath of her body as it sucked, quivered, and spasmed around him. Then, when he’d ceased twitching inside her, he sagged against her as aftershocks blasted him.
She didn’t give him a moment of peace.
Emerie wiggled her hips beneath him, trying to move his softening cock in and out of her pussy herself. She barely had any room, and yet her greedy need gave her strength.
Each tiny stroke around him had him seeing fucking stars.
“Please don’t stop,” she demanded in a hoarse, cracking voice. “I need more of you, Ingram.”
His narrow waist gave her room to dig at his back, while she kissed, licked, and even chomped at his chest. A vortex of heated aggression swirling behind his sternum caused his orbs to go from purple to bright red when she squirmed harder, faster, desperately. She fluttered like a little piece of prey trying to flee, when what she wanted was to escape her desire.
The more she kicked, the more she tried to pleasure herself with his rehardening cock, the more the gentleness within him was snuffed out.
She was tempting him on a level she did not understand.
“Fuck me. Please.” Now she was the one to beg and plead for it, completely flipping their dynamic. Like a needy, aching little thing, she scratched at him for more. “I need you so much right now.”
From the very first time he’d had his fingers inside her, and knew his cock was supposed to nestle within her, he’d been craving this. For days, he’d ached, and even longer still, despite not having the knowledge to know what he’d been longing for.