Ingram liked Emerie. She’d been kind and understanding towards him, and the more he discovered about humans, the more he found her… pretty. He’d never had the time to assess a human, let alone a female one, that wasn’t screaming in fear and about to be eaten by him.
Until now.
Every second he spent with her, more and more things began to click into place for him.
Her pleasant scent he couldn’t name. The sound of her voice and how it eased him. And her orange hair kept stealing his attention, especially when it was glowing in the bright sunshine like it did now. He liked that her eyelashes had the same glow, and they warmed the ice of her blue eyes.
Now that he knew her freckles were a part of her, he found them cute.
Her expressions confused him, but he wanted to unravel the simple mysteries of them. Even more so since she never looked at him with fear or disdain – although often with wariness.
And what she’d just taught him about her body, that what lay underneath her clothing was naughty to reveal, only made him want to see it more. The features he’d first thought were insignificant – like her breasts, her arse, and that vee between her thighs – were suddenly very, very intriguing.
Ingram had a new appreciation for them.
His purple sight darkened a little when movement shifted behind his seam as he stared down at her breasts. I want to see the naughty places on her.
He wanted to know what they looked like. Would they be soft or firm in his hands? Were they boring or fun to play with?
He’d thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure she’d given him with her hands, and he was starting to crave the idea of doing it in return so she could experience it.
I want to touch, he thought with a groan, just as his seam started to part.
“Ingram?” she called, breaking him from his predatory gaze on her. He looked up, tilted his head, and flicked his long and flat tongue out so he could lick over the top of his beak in interest. “Can you please give me some privacy so I can bathe? The sun will go down soon, and the water will already be cold.”
There was something about her expression that nagged at him. It was a little pale, and it was obvious she was attempting to look anywhere but in his direction.
When cool air brushed over the exposed flesh of his cock, he looked down and inspected the partially jutting shaft. His sitting position was mostly hiding it.
“But I want to stay,” he grumbled.
“Away, Duskwalker!” Emerie shouted, shooing him once more with her hands. “Or I won’t bathe at all.”
With an annoyed growl, he stood. Then he huffed as he turned, upset she wouldn’t show him what she looked like underneath her clothing when he was so curious.
On all fours, he stomped into the forest with his tail swishing angrily behind him.
“Good! And you better not watch me from the bushes like a freaking creep or I promise I’ll be really, really upset with you.”
Ingram winced, since he’d been planning to do exactly that.
I take it back. Emerie is mean.
By the time he was far enough away that she was out of sight but not out of earshot, his cock had already gone soft and retreated.
With an annoyed plop, he dropped his backside to the grass with his back to her. He folded his arms across his chest, mimicking her from the few times she’d done it at him when she’d been upset.
She will not let me see. Will not touch me. He tapped his tail tip against the ground as he thought. Why not? I am pretty, and my horns are small and not imposing. He grumbled to himself. How do I make her do these things?
Then something struck him. Something that had his orbs shifting to blue as he scratched at the side of his beak in apprehension.
Is… is it because I am Mavka?
Emerie sighed when the Duskwalker asked yet another question, wondering when they would end.
With her head craned to look at the sky for mercy, the backs of her hands against his back, and her eyes rolling, she wanted to perish. Someone put me out of my misery. Not even the strangeness of riding him to make this journey faster was enough to distract her.
At least he wasn’t sprinting and threatening to behead her with a branch.
The questioning wasn’t actually too bad, if she were being honest. It was just that it had been a constant barrage.
Ingram would ask why the leaves were green, or why water fell from the sky, or how birds flew whenever he saw one in the distance. He asked how the Veil came to be, not that she knew, or how humans came into being.
He wanted to learn anything and everything, questioning names, meanings, and origins.
The first one hundred questions had been easy, but the longer they travelled, two days having passed already, the more complex and harder some were to explain. He was lucky Emerie was privy to a lot of knowledge due to her constant studies back in Zagros Fortress.
“Ingram, please,” she whined when he started to ask about yet another thing. “Just a few moments. That’s all I need.”
“But I desire to know the name of that plant,” he stated as he pointed his beak towards a weed flower. “The yellow one. I have seen it many times.”
“It’s a dandelion,” she answered on a sigh. “In spring, it’ll turn into a white puff so that it can spread its seeds.”
“Oh!” he rasped, twisting his head over his neck in the most disturbing way to look at her where she sat on him. His glowing orbs morphed to a bright yellow. “Yes! I know that one. If you shake it, it breaks apart and floats away. I did not realise they were the same plant.”
Picturing Ingram shaking a dandelion in delighted curiosity, Emerie’s eyes crinkled and her lips curled with mirth.
His joy at learning even the simplest things was the only reason Emerie didn’t hate this. She was just tired, and riding a Duskwalker’s spikey back with a makeshift saddle was a lot harder than she thought. Her thighs ached from constantly pushing her body away from the protrusions, and most of the time she had to sit on her hands to protect herself.
At least he’s not asking me sexual questions.
Oh, but he’d tried.
When his dick had been just sitting there, casually erect when she’d tried to make him leave so she could bathe, she was acutely aware she had told him something she probably shouldn’t have.
Had he’d been staring at her tits? Whether it was her own prickling awareness of them or him trying to burn a hole through her shirt, they’d tingled. The urge to cover them like a virgin had crossed her mind.
After she’d bathed and they started back on their travels, Ingram had been a little… too close. He kept sniffing her hair or walking directly behind her. If he’d been trying to be sly, he did a horrible job of it.
He also asked her questions regarding her breasts and her pussy as he came up beside her. Emerie, unwilling to make this problem worse, found ways to redirect the conversation.
The more he learned, the more worried she became that he would start… trying things with her. A sexually curious Duskwalker sounded like a dangerous combination.
Even if she were to consider letting him discover all this with her, which she wasn’t, Emerie was worried about the size of him. Not just his massive dick that she’d needed to hold with both hands just to contain, but also his body.
What if he got too carried away and accidentally clawed her? Or crushed her as he laid down on top of her?