She let out a near-silent moan, her voice too tired and overused to truly muster anything more than a whisper of sound.
Her obsessed partner, on the other hand, was full of them. It was his noises she truly wanted to hear. The lewd sounds of their bodies joining, the wet squelching, and the pwap of their hips and thighs, were just an added bonus.
Even his growl, which he released while pointing his beak towards the tent flap, had her nibbling on her bottom lip. She would have been concerned by the ominous noise if he hadn’t emitted so many pleasure-filled ones throughout the night.
She reached her hands out to him, and he gave her exactly what she wanted. He placed his palms against them so she could use them as leverage, unable to link their fingers with their size difference, but she did dip her fingertips between the gaps of a few of his own.
His growl deepened, his orbs flaring bright red when grass rustled outside the tent.
“Emerie?” Mayumi called, a mild hint of concern in her tone.
Emerie’s only response of life was her eyelids fluttering as Ingram’s cock kept stroking the nestling flesh of her most tender spot.
“Leave us,” Ingram snarled with a ferociousness she only ever heard when he was in his monstrous form.
Perhaps she should have blushed or stopped moving. Instead, she moved faster at the booming depth of his voice. She bit her lip, finding it kind of sexy. Then again, she foolishly thought everything about him was sexy right now.
“Are we doing this today, or not?” Mayumi asked. Emerie could almost picture her hands on her hips with a sharp glare in her brown eyes. “I need to know if I should round up the others.”
Whether she realised what was going on, or she just simply didn’t care, it was obvious Mayumi wasn’t leaving without an answer.
The moment Emerie turned her face towards the tent flap to respond, Ingram gripped her cheeks with one hand to force her eyes on him. Then he rolled them until she was on her back, making sure her gaze stayed on him the entire time.
His orbs flared a dark green in the empty, dark eyeholes of his raven skull, and she shivered at the possessiveness of them. “Only look at me, little butterfly,” he whispered menacingly.
As if he went unheard, Mayumi exclaimed, “Fucking hell. Is she even alive in there?”
Ingram yanked himself from her, causing her to gasp, then he stood. His cock dripped with excess lubricant, remnants of his prior releases, and probably her last orgasm. Just as he was stomping to the exit, Emerie rolled over with her hand out.
“Your dick!” she shouted, only for it to come out as a pathetic, broken croak. “Hide your dick!”
He must have heard whatever garble truly came from her because he yanked the flap open while keeping his groin covered.
“Fuck. Off. Little female,” he snapped out, lowering his head at her.
Emerie met Mayumi’s concerned eyes. She should have been horrified she was caught bare-arse naked on her stomach, and had obviously been this Duskwalker’s plaything for the last few hours, but she absolutely wasn’t.
Honestly, the worst part about this whole situation was that her interruption meant Ingram had let all this fucking sun in. It was too bright, and her eyes squinted in dry pain. She wanted the dimness back, where the only light she could truly make out was his glowing orbs.
Mayumi’s features crinkled into humour, and… pride? Yes, she seemed pleased that Emerie was a sexually satisfied heap still laying upon the floor. Emerie’s lips parted as she gave her a mischievous, toothy grin in return.
Mayumi threw her hands up at the Duskwalker towering threateningly over her. “Fair enough. Sorry for interrupting.” She winked at Emerie. “Enjoy.”
Then she turned and left.
Tomorrow then. She’d gained a day.
And, when Ingram spun around, his erection bobbing as he came back over, the sense of urgency she’d been experiencing before dwindled. More time with him. She had more time to enjoy every piece of Ingram.
His knees heavily thudded against the ground as he knelt behind her. She didn’t move, letting him put her into whatever position he wanted her in.
He just lifted her hips in a way that had him sliding in to the base in one go, like he couldn’t wait another second to be inside her. Her thighs pressed together at the sudden intrusion and being filled again, her knees firmly on the ground but her feet kicking up between his legs.
He did pause, though, and lean around her on straightened arms. Brushing the curve of his beak against the back of her ear, he licked down the side of her neck. She glanced back to find his red orbs had turned yellow for a moment in joy, before they morphed back to the purple she’d been looking into all night.
“Emerie,” he started, before leaning back once more. He grabbed her arse cheeks and spread them with harsh kneads. “I want to try in here.”
One hand fell away so he could collect some of his own lubricant, then his middle finger slipped base-knuckle deep into the tight ring of her arse. Her feet kicked up again as her spine dipped into a bow and flattened her chest against the ground.
She made no other sign of complaint.
It didn’t hurt, and all she experienced was additional fullness. It wasn’t the first time a finger or two, or even a tentacle, had found its way there – especially after the first few times he’d warned her. She’d gotten used to it, and long ago realised Ingram just wanted to touch her everywhere he could.
By the fact he began thrusting, she knew it excited him.
His tail wasn’t very flexible, but he still managed to dip it between their knees. Just as he added a second lubricant-covered finger inside the tight ring, his cock picked up speed within her pussy. The softer underside of his tail came up to pet her clit.
She moaned around all of it, her vision splitting.
I promised myself I’d give him everything. What was a little more?
Plus, she was aware the human ass could take a much bigger and deeper pounding than a pussy – except maybe one a Duskwalker had changed for himself.
“Okay, but this will be the last time we have sex for a while,” she rasped with heated pants. If he wanted more after this, then his dick would need to be clean. “Just be slow.”
As long as he was slow, it should be okay. Honestly, if she hadn’t been able to get his cock in her pussy, she’d been considering anal as a way to just have him inside her somehow. Thankfully that hadn’t been needed, but it was an option she’d already been considering.
He also seemed to have better control over his urges after so many hours and releases – although he was still unrelenting.
Ingram pulled both his fingers and cock from her, and her toes curled when he ground the entire length of it between her cheeks. He covered her in slick, making everything deliciously wet.
When he nudged the tip against her softened hole, she gripped the bedding beneath her. “A-and can you be ready to heal me?” she pleaded. He didn’t have an ass, so it shouldn’t hurt him… right? “Please be gentle.”
“Slow, heal, gentle,” he repeated, as his rough and calloused hand stroked over her arse to the middle of her back to hold her.
The tip wasn’t too bad, but when he started to slowly push over the rest of his broad and flared head, she winced and tightened up. He paused, and she knew by the rattling of dry bones he’d tipped his head.