He gripped his dick, desperate to stop the stinging ache that began to pierce it. Every second longer was making it dry.
“Hmm?” His own grab didn’t feel… terrible. It also stopped the worst of his pain.
He curiously looked down, gave himself a stroke, and let out a deep, pleasurable huff. That feels good. I can also do this?
Yellow flickered in his dark purple sight.
He almost sat to explore this further, but Emerie’s light snore caught his attention. His sight morphed to a reddish pink, unsure if this was something he should be doing.
He backed away from her to hide and explore by himself – free from the possibility of her judgement.
It took a few seconds of fumbling with the tiny doorknob to open it, but he let himself outside while holding his dick with one hand to shield it. He went a little to the left, still out the front in the small clearing, but away from immediate view.
Ingram knelt and twisted his head so he could see what he was doing. Since he was gripping around the centre, his entire hand encompassing the girth, he drew it downward until he came to the two ovals embedded into the base of his dick. The liquid covering him was thick, but as he stroked all the way to the tip, it thinned and became slippery.
A small shudder jostled him when the ring of his fingers massaged over the rim of his cock head, and a second one followed as he went back down over it. He was more sensitive here, so he explored it further with his own touch.
With just a few strokes, his head lifted back.
Dark purple stained his vision as he noticed the stars seemed brighter than normal. And the more he stroked the first half of his cock, the darker the world turned and the brighter those lights glittered.
His first deep, shaken groan parted his beak. His scales and spikes lifted as his flesh rippled in waves against the new and enrapturing pleasure. Lubricant bubbled between his fingers to drip over the backs of them, and down the ovals embedded into the base of him.
Nhnn. Why does this feel so good?
Gripping himself harder, his groin tightened and his hips twitched in reaction when he squeezed all the way to the core. He even rocked a little.
Yet, despite how pleasurable it was, it was different from when Emerie had touched him. Her hand had been soft, small, and gifted him with surprises, whereas his was rough. It didn’t matter she couldn’t hold him as powerfully; she’d still made his entire brain fog and his body heat until he thought he was moments from evaporating.
He wanted the same feeling. The craving to be so filled with pleasure that he was moments from crawling out of his own skin. I want her touch again…
He closed his sight so he could focus on the memory of her doing this to him.
Another deep groan had his lungs feeling tighter.
An undeniable urge to thrust nagged at him, and the faster he stroked, the harder it became to deny.
He tilted his head forward so he could place his free hand against the dirt. His huffs grew louder now that they were directed towards the ground, and only became breathier when he tentatively and slowly pumped his hips into his tight fist as he stroked.
A pant fell from him, and his straightened arm gave out. More, he pleaded to himself. He clawed at the dirt as he thrust harder, squeezing his cock until he thought he’d mangle it – and yet it felt… wonderful.
A small growl slipped out, just as a flash of red burst in his sight.
Something spooked in the distance, and he tried his hardest to remain quiet as he picked up the pace, clamping his beak shut. More. I need more. His tail kinked before it flicked wildly when he gave a violent shudder that started from the back of his skull all the way to his very tail tip.
Drool pooled in his maw, dripping from the edges. I want to spill. I want to come.
His tentacles squirmed, aching in a way he couldn’t ignore, couldn’t understand. He shot his free hand down to touch them and they gripped his fingers, twining around them. He gripped the base of his cock to let them clutch however they pleased.
Ingram shoved himself against both fists as he rested his chest against the ground. Then, he moved his hips as hard and as fast as he could, and all sounds ceased from him except for his bliss-filled pants. His sight blackened, his hearing became muffled, and all scents around him diluted as his senses switched over to just the feel of his own touch.
His cock was moving swiftly, but it was unbearably hard and thick in his palms. The little scale-like spikes going down three sides of him tickled and gave him additional texture and tingles. He already knew the groove underneath was sensitive, but he couldn’t get his fingertips inside them with his claws.
Not like how she did.
He didn’t know if he was hurting himself, not when bliss engulfed him as he tried to rid himself of this jutting, needy ache.
A whine finally burst from his lungs just as those embedded ovals at the base of him clenched inwards so tightly that agony radiated all throughout his groin. He’d experienced this before, and just like then, he thought his very soul was about to shoot through his cock.
His toe claws gouged at the ground in tension.
Too much. It’s too much! And yet, he didn’t stop moving.
His lower hand let go so he could cover his beak to hide the worst of the agonised sounds that escaped him.
He feared he’d cracked his own skull when his lungs seized, just at the pinnacle point. He gripped both his beak and cock harder and harder as he froze, trying to steady himself through this.
The pleasure was so intense it felt as though something had shoved its claws into his groin while also tickling the centre point of his spine – where it was attached to his tail.
Then he released, and his roaring groan was suppressed by the overwhelming tightness in his chest. Liquid rapture burst from him. He couldn’t stop his hips, needing to work every drop out to remove the pressure. His pulsating, throbbing dick swelled over and over again in his drenched fist, as the splatters of copious amounts of seed painted the dewy moss and grass.
His heart pounded so rapidly and heavily that he grew light-headed when the last string of white liquid shot from him.
Ingram was unable to move a muscle, twitches and jerks assaulting every part of his body like his bones were trying to dance out of his skin.
It took him a while to open his sight to dark purple and look around to check he was still alone. He was.
He loosened his grip on his drained cock but didn’t let it go. Instead, with wet fingers, he gently tickled it as he explored it in more depth. Each movement caused it to jerk in excitement, despite it softening.
Now that he could understand where all the liquid had come from, he slipped his drenched fingers to his embedded seed sacs. Tickling them as he explored, they were too sensitive. His back arched against the strange, wonderful torture.
It almost bordered on pain, so he quickly moved away.
Rubbing over the head with just his fingertips had muscles leaping and his sight turning fuzzy. That felt really nice, so he kept doing it. He even just circled the flared rim, since it made his thighs twitch and his knees turn inwards.
I did not know I had something like this on my own body. Had he known he could make himself nearly pass out in pleasure, he would have played with it earlier.
He didn’t think he would’ve stopped, just like now, as it started to harden under his light touches. He gripped it more firmly again.
More sensitive than before, he stroked softer but fast, moaning at himself. He was trying to replay the way the little female had touched him, since he didn’t particularly like how forceful he’d needed to be with himself.