Although it was obvious she still wasn’t going to let him see, she gave him space so he could come forward around her side. Ingram swallowed thickly, in excitement, nervousness, and curiosity.
He’d been dying to know what her breasts truly felt like, and why they were so special she hadn’t allowed him to explore before.
He knew they’d be soft from when they’d been pressed against him, but he hadn’t known they would be so malleable even with the slightest caress. Her right breast moved under his touch.
He grazed something tiny and firm, and he startled from both surprise and her sharp gasp. Worried he’d hurt her, his gaze darted to her features to find they were even more lax than before, and her eyes held no displeasure.
He tentatively grazed it again. She bit her bottom lip as she moaned and lifted her chest into his touch. Her arousal scent deepened, grew fangs, and chomped at his groin.
This, he groaned, pulling her to him so he could slip his face and beak against the crook of her neck. Touch here. She likes it. He slipped his entire hand over her little breast – unsure if it was truly small or if he was just big – and made sure his roughness always abraded the sensitive point.
He grabbed her arse just so he could feel its round softness as well. With his legs crossed, he drew her closer as his twitching and jerking cock finally broke free of his seam, reaching to the length of his tentacles trying to hold him safely back.
It was a losing battle, and they gave in easily.
Freed and unbearably hard, his lubricant-covered cock jutted between her knees. Ingram licked across her throat, giving into the deep craving that warped his mind every time her scent even had just a hint of its current deliciousness.
The only thing that saved his exposed cock from stinging was her little gasps and tiny moans making it swell and jerk in time. His excitement kept him slick with fresh lubricant.
At peace with this moment, just finally being able to do this, Ingram would have kept touching her plush breast until the sun rose.
“Ingram,” she whispered.
He kneaded her arse as he played with her breast, trying to be even gentler with her supple body. He feared she wanted to take it away from his embrace.
He didn’t want to let her go.
“Emerie,” he pleaded when she pushed against him.
He was forced to retract his hand from her breast, instead holding her side underneath her shirt – unwilling to truly part from her.
She pulled it out herself, then finally let her shirt go so she could release the ties of her pants. They gaped open. She tugged at one of the bows of her underwear, and it loosened as well.
Ingram had been planning to eventually try to dip his hands against her and discover what lay between her thighs. Was she instead… inviting him there?
Fuck, he thought, his orbs darkening and his cock swelling so hard that a bubble of precum welled at the tip. He was hoping she was.
“Be… be really gentle, okay?” she whispered around airy pants, placing his hand between her hips.
She pushed it lower until he slipped underneath her underwear, and something tickled him. Soft hair greeted his fingertips, and he wondered if it matched the bright-orange colour on top of her head.
He didn’t get the chance to play there, not when she pushed even lower and confusing wetness greeted him. Her thighs parted, giving him more room… and Ingram wasn’t sure what to do with it.
He’d never touched a pussy before.
Uncertainty tightened his flesh at what he felt. It was slick like his cock, but he immediately understood why she’d been hesitant about him touching here before.
It was so soft, so delicate, that he worried about tearing the thin folds he felt. He even worried just the callouses on his thick fingers would scrape her.
Ingram looked away from his hand partially inside her black pants to stare at her face. He watched her reactions to make sure he didn’t do anything wrong.
He sunk his hand lower, and a tiny, firm bud moved against his middle finger. Her head jerked back as she let out a sharp gasp, her hips dipping away. Ingram paused.
At his stillness, she tilted her face down and noted the flash of white in his orbs. She let out a quiet giggle.
From outside of her pants, she pushed his hand against her until his forefinger found it again. She ground the firm nub against it.
“It’s my clit. It feels good, but really sensitive.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her head against the side of his neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know if something hurts.”
Did that mean he could be bolder?
Ingram dug into her pants deeper, and Emerie let out a little cry as he petted her clit. His cock swelled in reaction to the delicious sound, and he was already desperate to hear her give him another.
With his arm around her waist to hold her against him, he carefully and lightly moved his middle finger against her clit, since having all his fingers against it felt too imposing. As he explored, feeling the folds and lips of her pussy, he tried to see what would give him the best reaction. Going side to side seemed to make her tremble, but circles made moans break from her at the same time.
Drool filled his mouth, and he quickly swallowed. She smells so nice like this. The more he touched, the stronger her arousal was.
But he remembered she said he was supposed to touch inside somehow. He followed the path of slick and found a little pool. He pressed his finger pad against it, stroking to find… he wasn’t quite sure.
However, as he pressed deeper, he expected to find an end. Instead, hot, soft flesh slipped around his finger like it was melting as he pushed. It was only when he was barely first-knuckle deep that he realised he’d found it.
Excitement curled his tail tip, and he pushed a little harder and faster than he meant to, curious to know where she ended. He made her mount his finger, and she tensed and arched as a rasp broke from her lips.
“Ingram,” she moaned, her knees buckling inwards as snug plushness clamped his finger.
But now what?
He swirled his finger to explore all her hot textures. The back wall was smooth, the front bumpy and plump, and everything was tight. He wasn’t sure where to touch and wiggled when he knew he hadn’t reached all of her depths.
He wasn’t sure if the trembling from her chest was because of pleasure or laughter, especially since the noise she was producing was stifled by her face buried against his neck. She lowered her hand to cup the back of his own, to keep it still, and moved her hips back and forth.
“Like this,” she whispered.
Oh. Embarrassment prickled the back of his neck when his finger moved in and out of her snug channel.
He took over, and she slipped her arm back around him.
As he thrust his finger, Emerie rocked against him, her breaths growing more shallow and shorter each time. He also moved it around, trying to see if there was some kind of… special spot that felt even better for her; like how the head and sacs of his cock were more sensitive than the rest.
“Oh fuck,” she bit out when he curled against the front of her inner walls. Her nails dug into the scales on his back, before she clasped two spikes to leverage herself to grind against him. “R-right there.”
“Here?” He pressed hard and moved in and out.
Emerie let out a loud cry and clung harder, her lips shaking against his neck. Her entire body tightened and shivered, while her pussy grew slicker.