Instead, he was stuck where he sat as she worked her hands over his cock, helping him push liquid up his shaft so he could ease the pressure. Each spurt was spine tingling, each one had his roar dying into groans.
Then he looked down as he jerked and huffed through the last of his pulses, only to find her face stained with ropes of his release. Her lips were open, welcoming the liquid into her mouth and on her tongue. She was flooded with it.
He shuddered at the perverse sight of her playing with his seed like this while heavy white ropes of it released from him. “Emerie,” he whimpered.
She’d covered herself in his scent, marking herself with it, and it shot a thrill through every fibre of his being. She even fucking smiled up at him, like she was pleased that she’d showered herself in his essence.
The quake that rippled down him was intense as he grew enraptured by the sight of it.
How was he supposed to calm down after all this?
I want more…
He wanted them to touch each other more. He needed them even closer, until their scents mingled into feral chaos.
Emerie stifled a whimper when two fingers entered her abused pussy from behind. Even though she was swollen, tender, and oversensitive, she made no other sound of protest.
Instead, she just kept her eyes on Ingram’s hand stroking his cock while she sat limp and languid on his lap.
She knew he pressed his fingers into her depths because he wanted inside, wanted to feel where he wanted to be, so it could help him fall over the edge. With his quiet groan, the veins on his cock thicken as he swelled.
She would have thought after multiple orgasms, he couldn’t produce a large amount of semen. She was wrong, made evident by his current release, as rope after rope shot from him. He shuddered the entire time, squeezing her against him as he removed his fingers before his claws extended and tore at her.
Something had sent the big guy into a lather, and the sun starting to pierce her eyes meant it had gripped him all night.
At least he hadn’t tried to squeeze that monster dick of his into her tender pussy, but she had needed to help him for most of the night. Her lips twisted into a smile at the fact he hadn’t been alone in that, since he’d utilised his fingers for her pleasure between each of his own.
She’d grown tired halfway through and just let him touch her however he needed while he stroked himself. He didn’t seem to care that he was masturbating over her, so long as he wasn’t by himself.
He’d said he was content to do it so long as Emerie stayed on his lap – she took that compromise so she could just… rest. The more he came, the less it seemed to mess with his mind. He was more controlled after the third time.
I swear… he’s the horniest fucker I’ve ever met.
She wondered if all his kind were like this, or if Ingram was just… different. She hoped it was just him, otherwise any female they set their horny dicks on might be doomed.
When Ingram was finished doing a good job of covering his own hand and both her knees in Duskwalker jizz, he started softening.
She took the opportunity before it was too late.
“I’m tired,” she whined, burying her face into his firm chest. “No more. Put it away.”
“I don’t know how to make it go away,” he admitted, still gripping its drained length.
“Stop touching it!” She would have tried to push it inside him, but the last time she’d attempted that, it had given him an erection again because of her touch.
“But it feels good,” he falsely whined, burying his face against the crook of her neck and shoulder, rubbing it back and forth. “And you smell so nice – it keeps making me ache.”
She clenched her already closed thighs together like that would help. “Awaaay.”
The chuckle that rumbled from him was so carefree and charming, it dissolved any irritation she held.
“Okay, little butterfly. I will try.”
He pushed his deflated dick down and his tentacles wrapped around it. Then he pressed both within his seam and held it shut. Just as he let go, a stray tentacle tip flopped out, and he had to grip it closed once more.
“Bloody hell,” she cursed. “What an effort to put one’s own penis away.”
He chuckled once more, and her chest was warmed by it, followed by a tender ache. “It is all your fault. You made me wait so long to touch you.”
Her lips pressed tight as her eyes narrowed into a glare. “The fact a Demon didn’t stumble upon us so close to the Veil is a miracle.”
“Perhaps all your screaming scared them off.”
Her jaw dropped, and her face grew blistering hot in embarrassment. “You did not just say that to me!”
This time, he burst into laughter as his orbs morphed to bright yellow. “This is fun.”
“What? Teasing me when it was probably all your roars that freaked out the entire forest?!”
She threw her hand behind her to emphasise their unnaturally silent surroundings.
“Yes,” he admitted, before leaning back. He cupped her face with his cum-covered hand, which only mixed in with the dry streaks and globs of it already stuck to her. “But I have also never felt… this. I have not felt satisfied in some form, or laughed like this with someone who is not my kindred. Thank you for sharing in my desire.”
Her blush turned into a shier one as she averted her gaze nervously under the heavy weight of his yellow orbs, as well as her own emotions.
“Please don’t be charming right now,” she quietly grumbled. “It just makes me want to…” She eyed his beak, her heart shrivelling a little. “I wish I could kiss you.”
“But you did kiss me,” he answered, tilting his head as though he was puzzled.
She bit at the corner of her lips and rubbed at her arm. “I mean one we can share.”
He pet her lips with his thumb. “I do not have these.” He parted them so he could touch the point of his claw to the side of her tongue. “But I can lick you.”
That was Ingram, always looking for a solution or compromise to any problem she brought up.
As much as she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, she didn’t want to lie. “It’s not the same.”
“Can… we try?” He removed his thumb so he could place the knuckle of his forefinger under her chin. He lifted her face towards him. “I would like to try and share a kiss.”
Her lips flattened. She loosened them and nodded, parting them slightly as she tilted her face in nervous welcome.
Ingram was slow as he brought the tip of his beak closer, and then opened it just enough to give her a peek inside.
His purple tongue wasn’t wide. It was on the thinner side, and it was pointed to fit the shape of his mouth. It was moist as he slipped it across the seam of her lips, and she flinched at the strangeness of it. She wasn’t used to something so long and versatile.
Definitely not a normal kiss.
He slithered it sideways between the small gap of her lips and then past her teeth. Her surprised hum was muffled by his tongue as he brushed it against hers.
Like he could tell she was uncertain, or maybe he was as well, he was slow and gentle. It vividly allowed her to feel him exploring her tongue and greeting each of her tastebuds, as he swiped over and underneath it lightly. It kind of felt… nice.