Instead of trailing just one finger over her, Ingram tickled all the claws of his free hand from the soft curves of her arse, all the way up the indents of her spine. She twitched and shivered while letting out a cute, raspy moan.
Even though her scent had turned tangy with light arousal just from the simple touch, Ingram felt no desire to have her mount him other than a singular throb behind his seam.
All he sought in that moment was her embrace. Her warmth, her scent, the soft outline of her body. Just Emerie and her essence up against his own.
He wanted to view her at his leisure so he could take in her supple skin, and the little dark-brown freckles that were scattered across it. The many white scars of claws that she had bravely survived, which allowed her to be in this moment with him. The burn scars that ran down the left side of her, that didn’t make her more or less, but were just part of what made Emerie, Emerie.
He touched every inch of her, satisfying his craving to brush either his claws, the pads of fingers, the backs of his knuckles, or his palms over her softness, her silkiness, and know that it all belonged to him. Just as every one of his scales belonged to her and would always welcome her gentle caress – or the scrape of her nails in their moments of sexual intimacy.
Even the tips of her hair were played with as he twirled his fingers around the ends to tangle himself in their trappings. All the while, her icy-blue eyes stayed on him, and he would occasionally peer into them so he could lose himself in their mesmerising depths.
His heart was overfilled with adoration for the female who was letting him touch how he wanted to, how he needed to.
She wasn’t shying away like she once had when unclothed, instead allowing him to drink his fill of her with his greedy gaze. She had no qualms about being exposed to him, although it was obvious she didn’t want the world to see.
He was the only one special enough to her.
Like he couldn’t help himself, he circled his claw around her nipple once more, just because he wanted to see it stiffen in reaction to him and his touch. So sensitive, and all his.
Her scent had long ago flooded with deep arousal that had flushed her chest and cheeks. Every second that he didn’t place his hands directly against her pleasure spots, the more she fluttered for him.
Twitching, she gave pants and sharp breaths – even when he only grazed innocent places like the back of her calf or thigh. He liked that he could elicit such a carnal and passionate reaction with just the barest of teases.
“Why are you still crying, Ingram?” she asked. He paused as he darted his sight to her face. “Especially when your orbs are pink.”
“Because I am… happy you are here when I thought I had lost you. I am overcome by my love for you right now.”
“I love you, too.” Her own eyes prickled with tears, and she cupped the underside of his jaw with both hands. “You are very pretty like this.”
If he had feathers, she would have ruffled them completely. Her compliments always made his chest feel light and fluffy.
The colour brightened in intensity. “I always thought I was pretty,” he playfully grumbled. “I am the only Mavka with a beak.”
Her smile grew. She cupped the underside of his beak and bent closer. “Kiss?” she asked with such an airy and heated voice.
It stroked him on a deep level, like she was trying to brush against his soul with just a single word.
Yes, he wanted to kiss. He always wanted to, now that he knew how good it felt, and how much it spread tenderness throughout his heart, thawing it completely for a time.
A pant fell from him and parted his beak, as he held the side of her face and licked across her tongue when she shot it out for him. The moment their tastebuds tickled across each other’s, he sought to fill her mouth completely.
She wouldn’t let him – at least, not without a fight.
It was her way of playing with him, of making the kiss equal before he always won. Each lick had him holding her tighter and tighter like he wanted to sink her inside his torso.
“I never thought I would get to kiss you again,” he almost groaned, just as he sunk his tongue inside the warm, damp sweetness of her mouth. “Or hold you, touch you.”
Her eyes crinkled in anguish, but it was quickly replaced as he pushed more inside, dominating her mouth and her thoughts. She moaned, before swelling a panted, lost breath around it. Then, she tossed her head to the side and buried it against his neck.
“W-why aren’t you touching me?” she softly whined, and her hardened nipples grazed over the scales on his chest, making them puff. She started rubbing them against him now that they were sharper for her.
She ground her clit against his abdomen, as she had been for quite some time. Other than sweeping her hands over his chest, shoulders, back, and neck, touching him everywhere she could, there was no other way for her to tease him.
He was holding her in the air, safely up against him.
“My pussy aches. I know you can smell how turned on I am.” She brushed little kisses against his neck. “Please. I can’t take much more.”
“I want to touch you,” he answered. “And be one with you.”
Ingram had just wanted to worship his bride first.
To hold her in an adoring embrace.
However, the fact she was trying to instigate further intimacy all on her own, made his scales and spikes lift all over his body. His cock gave a deep, groin-piercing throb, and his sight finally flickered from pink to deep purple.
His love, and his desire for her, battled in his vision.
When his tentacles shifted to circle his engorging cock to keep him inside, purple won out.
She kept grinding on him as she whispered, “I was so scared that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t be able to be with you. I… need to feel that this is real, that I’m really here with you.”
He drifted his hand down her body and gave her arse a rough knead and grab. Then he dipped between her pretty thighs as he sheathed his claws.
He’d been intending to slip between the lips of her folds so he could pet her clit, but when just the pad of his middle finger touched her, it was instantly saturated.
The pool of her arousal had overfilled, flooded her slit, and then more. Ingram groaned as he buried two fingers straight into her hot, swollen core, just so he could feel how drenched she was.
“Fuck, Emerie,” he bit out, removing his fingers so he could feel that not even the air could touch his flesh through her sticky, slick moisture. “Your little cunt is so wet for me.”
He slipped his fingers back inside and moved them back and forth for her. He was slow, playing with her slick by splitting his fingers or wiggling them to show her just how wet she was for him. She bucked against them, and her head lolled against his shoulder as she moaned.
“Inside me,” she panted. “I want you inside me so badly.”
With a quiet, pleased growl, Ingram lowered her until she was seated on his bent thighs. He was still kneeling within the small patch of warm sun.
“My bride wants my cock inside her, even though we are in the Veil?” he asked, making sure she understood what she was requesting.
He slipped his fingers from her so he could grasp her thighs and spread her around his hips. He couldn’t see well, not with their position and his beak in the way, but he could just glimpse her cute pink clit through the valley of her breasts.