He tipped his head back in ecstasy, his beak slightly parted to let out deep and shallow pants.
Then he just tightly held her in his big, comforting, and trapping embrace as he pounded into her. With her back firmly pressed against his stomach, the changed angle of their hips spelled her doom. Emerie clawed at his forearms as she let out cry after cry.
It was too much. This should not feel so amazing.
His big cock was thrusting forward, straight into the front of her abdomen and all along her pussy. Why did it feel even more intense coming from her ass?
“Sing for me, little butterfly,” Ingram groaned as he tipped a claw into her mouth to push her jaw down. “Just like that. Be louder. Show me how much you like my cock inside you like this.”
Ingram didn’t talk much during sex, like he wasn’t able to collect his thoughts well. Yet, when he did, he always had Emerie liquefying into a horny little puddle of sexual obsession.
“Come for me again,” he demanded, as he pushed down and shoved two fingers inside her sopping pussy.
She immediately clenched around them, spasming so she could greedily suck them in further.
Her lungs gave out and stopped working. Every muscle in her body clamped up, stiffening and contorting to the point of threatening to snap her. Yet, his cock didn’t stop working her, didn’t stop pounding into her with hard, deep, and fast slams, even as she tightened and tightened.
She thought her heart might have stopped as she orgasmed. Her legs kicked, her nails dug, and lightning strikes flashed across her tightly shut eyes. Liquid burst from her, and his fingers moving inside her pussy aided her to make sure she came hard.
His cock swelled, his tentacles bruised her, and he lifted her knee higher as he let out a roaring groan. As he pumped, flooding heat spurted inside her ass as he came within it. The fact she could feel it spreading and filling her like this had her trembling, even as she went lax and came down from her orgasm.
Surprisingly, none of his seed escaped her.
When his own tension bled out of him, Emerie didn’t know whose heart was beating harder or faster. His was loud against her ear as she pressed it against his chest, and she dozily closed her eyes again.
I like listening to his heart. She’d done it many times over the last night and morning. It sounds so big, like it has enough room for me in it.
She hoped that was true, even if it was pointless.
Call it selfish, but she wanted a piece of her to permanently remain inside him. Whether or not he understood love, or if her own was unrequited, she wanted him to think of her fondly in the future.
She nuzzled against his chest, and his arms squeezed her affectionately.
“Did you like that?” she asked, her lips curling with humour, already figuring by the load of semen inside her that he did.
He gave a small quake. “Yes. But I think I like your pussy more,” he said, dipping his fingers in and out of it twice. “It hurt when you came. You squeezed me too tightly, and it felt like you were about to rip my cock off. I just liked knowing you did. You smell nice when you come, and your lost little cries feel good.”
Emerie let out a “pfft” before she giggled. Gosh, why was that so adorable?
“I am small compared to you.” Then she wiggled her hips, since she could feel him softening. “Okay, time for you to come out.”
She was surprised by how much she missed his warmth as he drew his hips back and pulled away. She knelt up, thankful nothing spilled out, and looked at his dick. Weirdly, it was… clean of anything unseemly. It was also lacking in lubricant, although still moist, so she figured her tight ring had removed most of it upon his withdrawal.
She felt way too wet with his liquid… everywhere.
Still, Emerie searched for a cloth and turned to him with it in her hand. He was already upright on his knees, and she waved the cloth at him.
“Okay. Time to clean you.”
“Why?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Because… I don’t know… your dick is dirty now? My ass is not the most hygienic place to be,” she said while trying to laugh off the awkwardness of saying that. “If I’m being honest, I really want to lie down and nap with you. However, if you want to play with me again later, I need to clean you, because that” – she pointed to his cock – “is not going back inside my pussy without me doing so. Also, I’m sure you don’t want your dick going back in your seam like this.”
Before he could stop her, she wrapped her hand holding the cloth around his flopping shaft and began to wipe him. She was unsure if this would truly be an adequate way to remove anything unsanitary. Should I get some water?
The more she did it, however, the more something became apparent.
As she stroked, fresh lubricant seeped from his flesh like he had glands all along it. No matter how much she removed, making sure to get into the crevice of his groove, each of his spiking soft scales, and the rim of his cock, more came to the surface.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed. “I just realised… your lubricant cleans you.”
It stopped anything from sticking to his cock, including her cum and his seed. No wonder he has no issues with it going back inside him.
“Emerie…” he grated as he patted her head to turn it upwards. His orbs were white, and the way his body was puffed alarmed her. “That hurts.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologised, seeing his cock was drying and turning pruney in certain places because of her cleaning him.
Since she was satisfied nothing bad was on him, she threw the cloth as far away from them as possible and gripped him with both hands. She stroked him until he was saturated once more.
She smiled up at him. “Better?”
“Don’t stop?” he asked almost sheepishly. He even scratched at the side of his beak, pretending to be bashful!
Gosh! He was like a sexual deviant with a cock that just didn’t. Seem. To empty.
Emerie rolled her eyes. “No more sex.” Instead, she laid back against the bedding and opened her arms out to him. “I would like to cuddle while I sleep. And you are going to promise me that you’ll actually let me this time.”
He let himself fall until he was above her on straightened arms, then licked across her lips. “I promise.”
Then he scooped her into his arms, and rolled to the ground until he was on his side. However, he gripped the back of her thigh to spread her, and not only slotted his knee between her legs, but sheathed his cock inside her pussy.
She gave a surprised, raspy moan at the easy glide and how quickly he fully mounted her.
“H-hey!” she shouted.
“You said no more sex,” he grumbled as he gripped her arse and turned slightly so the knee between her thighs had created a little pocket for the leg she was lying on to fit through. “But I would like to rest with us as one.”
With her head cushioned by his biceps, he switched hands, holding her arse and the crook of her thigh to keep her leg comfortably up. Then he wrapped his other arm around her so she was securely and warmly trapped within his embrace.
“I promised I would let you sleep,” he reminded her. “So nurse and cuddle me as you do.”
Emerie puffed her cheeks out as she pouted, then released them with a huff before tucking herself against his chest. It was a contrast of hardness from his exposed ribs, and plushness from the muscles around them.