He groaned at the fresh wave of her arousal scent, and he slipped his free hand under her shirt from behind her so he could deepen the contact between them. She darted her hand to yank her shirt down, but he didn’t mind; not when she was too distracted to notice that he’d grasped her left breast so he could… tease it.
It wasn’t the same as her right, not as soft and her nipple was smaller, but it still felt wonderful in his rough palm. All that mattered to him was that it belonged to her, and that it could give her pleasure.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she whispered around pants. “I’m so close.”
Close to coming? What would it be like when this little female lost her mind to bliss, like she’d done for him with her hands against his big cock?
He needed to know.
He wanted to go faster, to dig harder. He couldn’t. His movements were limited by the restriction of her pants.
With a small snarl, he forced himself away from her lovely breast so he could grab the back of her pants. He yanked them down her legs until they were around her ankles, giving him blessed freedom to do what he wanted with this delightful little hole he’d found.
“Hey– Ohhh!” Whatever protest she’d begun morphed into a haunting cry as he speared her with his finger, over and over, not too roughly, but in a swift rhythm.
The plump ridge he’d been playing with swelled before her entire channel tightened. Emerie went to the tips of her toes, as her pussy spasmed and sucked on his finger, liquid squelching inside her.
But it was her scream, her drool-inducing scent, and the way she shook, that informed him she was coming – even if it wasn’t like how he did. His cock reacted to it, pulsating until seed bubbled at the eye of his cockhead and dripped down the groove underneath it.
Such a pretty sound, coming from such a delectable female…
Now that he knew how he could pleasure her, and how her sweet pussy could gobble him up, he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could wring from her.
Which is why, when she collapsed to her knees on top of him, he didn’t relent. With soft moans, she lightly bounced as he thrust, like she wasn’t quite ready to let go of him either. He cupped the back of her head and gently pulled her back so he could watch her expression.
He would have been upset that she wasn’t truly looking upon his raven skull if her eyes didn’t look so cloudy with need, in the same way his mind was foggy. He had to fight through it to keep being gentle with his fragile butterfly.
“Cute,” he groaned, noticing the pinkness of her face, the wetness of her lips. She looked lost in a way he’d never seen before, and it was completely erotic.
Her pupils were blown, her lashes damp. Her hair was messy and riotous as she bounced, causing his palm against it to make strands loop and tangle.
She must have felt his tentacles tickling her inner thighs because she managed a glance down between them.
His cock was jerking between them. It was drenched in his lubricant with a line of precum filling the groove underneath. He was hard, and each of her reactions to his touch kept him needy, aching, and quite happy about it.
That was until she cupped the head with both hands and squeezed him.
The snarl that cracked out of him was aggressive as pleasure shot all the way down his cock. His tail smacked against the ground as a thrill quaked down his spine.
Ingram yanked her hands away from his cock, worried when her touch almost made him lose the control he had on his claws.
“Don’t touch,” he growled.
As much as he wanted to achieve his own release, she couldn’t give him that right now. He wanted to keep touching her. After rejection after rejection, he was finally getting what he wanted, and he wasn’t ready to give it up.
This was better. Her pleasure tickled his mind in a way he could never have imagined. It kept him right on the edge of need and desperation, roiling inside him like a violent battle.
He would cave eventually. He would need her to take him in her blessed hands and soothe him, but not until he knew she had nothing left to give. When she was pushing his hand away, rather than grinding on his thick finger jammed inside her as she was now.
Since she’d knelt on him, he also didn’t like how he had less control, having to reach so low between them. He turned her to sit with her back against his front, shifting her a little to the right so she wasn’t lying against his cock.
He’d never removed his hand from between her thighs to do this, and he resumed moving it back and forth before she could make any kind of protest. She melted for him, her cute nails trying to cut into the flesh of his thighs. Cute, because there was absolutely no way this female could hurt him.
Now that he’d spun her around, he realised two things.
One was that he had far more freedom with her thighs spread and could touch her chest again. She yanked her shirt down as he snuck his hand underneath it, but she didn’t stop him from grasping her right breast to tease the firm but sensitive nipple.
However, secondly, and more importantly, he could see.
With his head over her shoulder, he tilted it enough so his beak wasn’t impacting the sweet vision of this. Of her and his own dark-grey hand, white bones protruding as he plunged between her creamy thighs.
He lifted his hand and angled his wrist back so he could view what her pussy looked like, finding she was a pale pink. Now that he was looking at her clit and folds, they made more sense to him, and he was able to remove his finger to play with them better. She twitched and bowed when he pressed against her clit, moving it side to side before going in a circle like before.
Her hair is orange there. He liked that it was the same as the luscious strands currently tangled against his chest.
He slipped his finger back inside her hot, damp pussy, watching intently, and a violent shudder rippled through him. She didn’t feel as snug as the first time he’d entered her.
She is… stretchy.
He pulled his digit to the side and tried to see if he could fill the new space with a second one. When he realised it was possible, he quickly worked it inside until she’d taken both with a hitch of breath.
She touched the back of his knuckles to feel what he’d done. Considering how snugly she was holding him, how tight she was, he knew she must have deeply felt the intrusion.
He also realised he could dig… deeper like this, and something brushed against the pad of his middle finger. He’d found the end of her pretty little pink pussy, and he was quite pleased with himself about that.
Now he just needed to learn how much of his fingers she could take. He had this desirous craving to shove his entire hand in there.
“Y-your fingers are so big,” she said, before letting out a trembling moan. Her legs shook as she grasped the back of his hand.
“Do they feel good?” She was hot and wet, but he’d like her to tell him he was being good. He was trying his hardest.
“Mhm.” She nodded and ground against them.
His tail curled in delight, his cock jerking along with it.
“I like touching your little cunt,” he rasped, thankful she’d once taught him some of the names he could call it. “It smells so good, and I like that you’re all slick for me. That you are letting me see and touch you.”
He groaned and rubbed the side of his skull against her temple to show just how much he appreciated it.