She had no idea what was going up three sides of him, but they almost looked like large, downward pointing scales.
Regardless of its oddity, it was huge and… there… when she’d never seen any genitalia on him. Where the fuck had it come from?! And more importantly, why?
It didn’t even look hard, since it was kind of flopping to the side.
“Make it stop,” he pleaded, and Emerie acted without thinking.
She grabbed it. Right in the centre, with a tight, panicked grip, she grabbed his giant cock with two hands.
She let go the moment her palms touched something thick and slimy. “Oh my god, it’s wet,” she cried, her eyes bowing in distress. “Eww! Why is it wet?!”
It thickened.
“Please. It hurts.”
She had two choices right now.
Release the Duskwalker and… she didn’t know. Fucking die as he chased her? Or try to use this thing against her – which sounded worse than death.
Or…
With her shaking lips pulling to one side in trepidation and a small amount of self-disgust, she grabbed his dick again, this time with both hands.
She stroked it. It was probably unpleasant since she was going too fast, didn’t know if it was too hard, and was just generally crazed in her movements. Still, it grew thicker, and each stroke made lubricant seep onto her hands and moisten him.
Once it was fully engorged, she peeked back at Ingram’s raven skull when she noted he’d settled. He was no longer whimpering, and that was all she cared about right then.
This big Duskwalker had suffered enough torture.
If a little hand job would stop his pain, then Emerie would help. Hopefully he calmed right the fuck down after this.
She turned back to the… cock slipping between her quickly moving hands. The tentacles surrounding the base of it kept slapping around, trying to grip her wrists and forearms to the point she could only really stroke the first quarter.
Oh my god. What the fuck am I actually doing right now?
The laugh that bubbled past her lips was completely unhinged and utterly panicked, as she wondered how she’d gotten herself into this position. “So, what did you do today, Emerie?” “Oh, nothing unusual. Just jerked off a Duskwalker. You?”
Everything was made more unpleasant by the squelching she not only felt but heard from his grossly oversaturated cock. At least it didn’t smell bad – it was kind of sweet scented – but she couldn’t stop staring at how freakish it was.
The whole thing just felt wrong in her hands. Those soft, pliable, spikey scale things tickled her palms, and it made her want to let go. It was too hot to belong to a human, too big, too everything.
She stroked harder when Ingram released a shuddering, pleasure-filled groan. He was moving again, but this time to buck into her hands rather than to escape.
Like staring it in the eye had been the safest thing to do, as though it was a monster that would leap if she wasn’t watching it, she finally braved looking away. Emerie took note of where it’d come from; a seam or a slit had parted right at his groin where the scales lined up perfectly to hide it.
She could tell it was under a lot of pressure from his unnaturally curled up, bound position. It must have fallen out because of his arch. Great, had she’d known that, she may not have added his tail to her harness trap.
She considered letting go to free it, but decided against it.
Right now, he was hard, which meant he was horny. She’d gotten him to this point, and it would be safer to finish him off if she didn’t want him thinking he could use it on her.
Her lips tightened and turned downwards. Yet, they relaxed at Ingram’s quick huffs of pleasure, and the low groan he gave when a bubble of precum welled at the very tip.
His cock now felt hot, slick, and swollen. It was beginning to repeatedly thicken in her hands before going down, like his pulsating was much stronger than a human’s.
Gods, she just wanted this over with. She felt as though she was milking him like a cow.
Emerie stroked faster, frantically. Anything to get this Duskwalker to finish so she could stop fondling his weird, freaky privates. I’ve totally lost it.
Ingram let out an acute whine, and she slowed.
“Fuck. Did I hurt you?”
“Don’t stop.” He tried to buck into her hands but was barely able to move an inch. His chest pumped in and out with quick, excited huffs. “Feels good.”
“Okay. Feels good is good.” What was she even saying right now?
However, she should have taken that whine as the warning it was. Especially when he tensed up, released another one, and then completely froze.
She had just enough time to stand up to avoid being drenched in the first rope of semen that spurted from him, just as he let out a mangled yell. She continued to stroke him, letting him spill against the ground between her feet, while she tried not to gawk at just how much came out of him.
She even had to spread her legs to avoid the growing puddle threatening to touch her boots.
Her hands were so wet now that they squelched even louder, and she only stopped working his cock when it had been a few seconds of nothing else coming out of him.
I milked him dry. Oh god, I milked a Duskwalker’s balls dry. I’m insane. This is insane.
She finally let go and threw her hands up in the air. Backing up like it was a rabid beast, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do now. Do I try to shove it back inside? She doubted that would work; it’d likely just flop back out.
She glanced at his face and took in the fact his orbs were a deep purple. He looked like a lump as he panted, little twitches visibly dancing across his body, like he was assaulted with aftershocks from his release.
“Are-are you calm now?”
“Y…es,” he rasped out, his voice laden with satisfaction.
“If I let you go, will you promise not to hurt me?”
She liked that he didn’t seem to lie about promises and was pretty sincere in keeping them.
“Promise.”
Emerie bounced forward and quickly cut him free so that his body would no longer be arched. She checked back to make sure his dick went back inside and was relieved when it did – although messily and slowly.
Emerie removed every bit of rope from him, including the one around his beak. Then she put space between them and placed her hands upon her face.
Eww! She smeared weird lubricant on her cheek and lips. It was what finally sent her over the edge into full-blown panic.
I’m trembling, she thought as she pulled them away to look at her palms shaking before her. I never tremble.
Tears welled in her eyes as her breathing sawed in and out of her. When she tried to steady herself with a deep inhale, she let out a pain-filled cry and cupped her aching ribs.
She turned around to lean against a tree. She was moments from hyperventilating from stress and anxiety when Ingram began rising to all fours.
A white fluttering form landing in front of her spooked the crap out of her, making her jump, but her vision was splitting into two. I’m getting dizzy. She needed to breathe. She needed to not feel like her heart was about to give out.
Every breath felt like razors in her lungs, and yet it burned her side. Her fingers were numb, her chest warm, her head fuzzy.
“You ran far. Sorry it took me so long to find you,” the woman who had aided them earlier stated.