Emerie had a dazed look in her icy eyes. She turned them down so she could pet at the seam hiding his dick away. It twitched and trembled under her naughty caresses, and each one had his cock rapidly hardening.
His claws shot out from him as he shuddered, almost extruding hard and fast into her awaiting hand. It was nearly impossible to hold himself back, as an unbearable pressure-laden throb pounded inside his groin.
He winced when it became too much.
“You will protect me.” She bit at her lip, like she couldn’t wait to see and touch his pulsating, purple cock. “O-or you could just make another protective dome around us.”
Her level of trust, in the most dangerous place in the world, felled him.
He cut his claws into her arse, causing her to gasp in surprise from the pain before he removed their tips. He willed for her protection, to keep her completely and utterly safe so he could desperately bury his cock inside the deep well of her waiting core.
Ingram had only meant to make the small dome form.
Instead, a purple, multi-pointed star shot out from under his knees, and cut through the grass and forest as it grew and reached a far distance. Within seconds, a massive, glittering ward formed as a dome around them and the entire area.
Her lips parted as she gazed above them once he healed her of her wounds, or maybe she didn’t realise he had over her shock.
He didn’t care about it.
All he knew was that she was completely protected under his magic now, and once more her lips had called to him.
Ingram gripped her jaw so he could tilt her head back, and unnaturally curved his spine so he could bring the tip of his beak closer. Without warning, he sunk his tongue into her awaiting mouth, and shoved her pussy against his hips until she was seated over his seam.
He stopped holding back by forcing his tentacles to release him. Impatient to feel her, his cock shot from him as a single deep, full thrust straight inside her dripping cunt.
Emerie let out a sharp cry, just as he answered her with a deep and low groan.
He knew he had stretched her, but she had taken him easily enough. Her body had already been claimed by him, moulded by his, and was utterly perfect in its snugness.
Connected. They were one, on all levels.
My bride. Something he had not wanted, but now utterly needed.
With impatient movements, she wiggled against him, and even used her shins to try and move him. Desperate and moaning for more, her pretty breasts swirled as she gyrated.
He drew back from her mouth so he could lock her knees over his elbows and wrap his hands around her waist. Emerie gripped his shoulders tightly as he started slowly bouncing her on his cock, working her to bring them both pleasure.
He intently watched her features daze and become completely lost, and all he could do was pant at her to show her the same. He was so heated, feeling and watching her moving around him, that he was seconds from crawling out of his own scaled flesh.
She was so light to him, easy to move, and she let him dictate the strength, the speed, and how far she moved up and down the length of his cock. Ingram swelled, releasing bubbles of precum inside her tight channel, while her entrance began to leak with his lubricant.
But there was one thing bothering him, even as she wonderfully clung: the sun had moved behind him.
He didn’t like that now he’d lowered her, he was a looming shadow over her fragile and delicate body. That he was shading the beauty of her.
Perhaps it was the nag of the past, being called a monster, but he didn’t want any part of him to feel foreboding or scary when it came to her – not even his own shadow.
Her beauty deserved the light.
With his cock nestled within the warm cuddle of her pussy, he leaned forward until his biceps touched the ground, and rolled so she was above him. He had to wiggle back into the sun a little, but he was rather pleased with himself once he did.
Especially since he flattened his clawed feet against the ground, lifted his backside, held her by her hips, and pumped into her from below. Emerie threw her head back as she arched, letting the sun wash over and warm her from behind.
Her shadow was cast over him instead, but she was so small it barely reached his skull.
Ingram finally let the fever of his desires fully take hold. His hips picked up speed, wanting to see this female break apart. He wanted her to reach the tip of her pleasure so she could scream for him and let all the Veil know she was completely and utterly his now.
That he had saved her, and nothing could take her from him again.
She is mine. His orbs flared dark green for just a moment as the aggressive swell of his emotions gripped him, possessive and covetous. My bride to take, to cherish.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced with each of his long and measured thrusts, as did her thighs when his hips impacted them. Her fingers touched against his pelvis whenever he was seated deep, and then slipped away to wait for his return whenever he drew back.
And Ingram drew back far, bringing his cock almost all the way out of her so he could see the flared rim pop out as much as he felt it. He became enrapt with where they were joined, at where his thick, long cock kept disappearing into. Purple, veiny, with soft scaley spikes being tickled by her rippling insides, he watched himself take his female.
His tentacles didn’t stand a chance at clinging to her, but they constantly caressed her flesh.
“Oh god, yes. Take me.” Her pussy clamped and spasmed around him, and his cock’s lubricant was slicker than ever as it mingled with hers. “Faster, Ingram. Fuck me faster, I’m so close.”
Part of him wished she hadn’t begged him for more, not when it was obvious she was about to lose herself around him.
The base of his spine tingled, and he flinched when his seed sacs clenched unbearably hard. He growled, and pumped his hips as fast as he could for her, only for his mind to blank out in bliss with only a few short strokes.
His emotions, his own need for her, twisted his mind and body into an ache. His thrusts became erratic, his pumps hard. His tentacles latched and clung, forcing him to only pull back so far or he worried he’d tear her soft skin.
Her scream was unusually loud, her cute little lungs giving him a wild and carnal song, just as she milked him for his seed. His own orgasm slashed at his groin like a menacing beast, clawing at him with a swift, unpredictable swipe.
He couldn’t take the intensity of movement while she orgasmed around him.
He shoved her down as he pushed in hard, his tentacles locking around her as he quaked, back arched. With his head tilted back all the way, his body was suspended in soul-crushing pleasure.
His lust-filled sight darkened under the power of it, of her body spasming around him while he flooded it.
Oh, fuck. His claws sliced into her until blood welled, but he couldn’t stop crushing her with his hands. Couldn’t stop gripping her for dear life, like it was the answer to keeping his heart beating when it felt as though it was about to give out. Oh, fuuuck.
Perhaps it was all the emotions that had led to them joining, or the fact he could feel the connection of her as his bride, but something had stroked his mind and body on a deep, visceral level. He released so hard he thought his soul was about to leave him.
For a long while, Ingram held the position even once he’d drained himself inside her, his body jolting with aftershocks. Her heartbeat fluttered around him, so soft, and gentle, and intimate around his hardened centre.