“W-what are you doing?” she whispered when he palmed down her stomach and collected more of his scent.
“I don’t understand why, but it makes me uncomfortable that you are near other males.” He sheathed his claws again, slipped his fingertips over her clit and then pressed two seed-drenched fingers inside her.
I like this. I want to put it everywhere, cover her from head to toe in my seed.
“Nhn,” she groaned and twisted away, her legs closing. “Sensitive.”
He’d done what he wanted. Made her taste him and pushed some inside her. So he removed them.
His head tilted when he noticed something he never had before. She... has a second hole? If he’d known she had a second place to pleasure, he would have teased it earlier.
He didn’t know why she had two pussies, or why this one looked different. Still, he dropped his wet fingers down to it, wanting to fill it with seed too. Since he’d been able to see it was tight and small, he only pushed one finger inside.
Emerie squeaked and tensed, and the stretchy ring – that felt very different to her pussy – clamped tight around his middle knuckle. Her knees shot up to her chest, and she grabbed his wrist.
“Ingram,” she rasped, the docile, lazy-lidded gaze she’d been wearing now bright and alert.
“No?” he asked, not understanding the problem. He’d been allowed to touch everywhere else.
Her mouth, her pussy, her breasts, even her legs and arms. There was not a place on her body Ingram hadn’t touched at some point, except for here – apparently.
“I did not know you had another place I could touch.”
Her lips had flattened disapprovingly, but then relaxed at his words. He didn’t move his finger, unsure if he could go deeper or should pull away. The longer it was there, the less it clamped and eventually softened.
“Y-you should give someone warning before you slip a finger in their ass,” she grumbled, as she pushed his hand away.
“Oh.” He bent forward so he could scoop her into his arms as he laid down. His orbs turned a reddish pink. “I am sorry,” he apologised, nuzzling the side of his beak against her sweat-dotted temple.
Well... at least she didn’t say it wasn’t a place he could touch. He just needed to give warning?
“I’m only letting you get away with that because you didn’t know,” she said before she relaxed and snuggled into him.
I will play there next time, Ingram thought with a contented hum.
Just more of Emerie for him to discover.
Bringing the aromatic, hot tea to her lips, Emerie took a light sip from the ceramic cup. The hints of mint, ginger, and honey sang against her pallet. The fact she was drinking this in the Veil was as weird as it was to be casually sitting in a log cabin home surrounded by two Duskwalkers and another human.
She eyed Delora from across the table, who was letting Magnar bump his fox skull against her cheek and even fondly bumped back with her hand on his long jaw. The affection was one of deep love, and the more time Emerie spent with them, the less it ate at her. Delora was happy, and after hearing how terrible the woman’s story was before she met Magnar, it was hard to feel any jealousy or envy.
She was literally thrown into the Veil to die for murdering her cheating ex-husband. And Delora had been so depressed that she wanted to stop existing, only to fall from the canyon ledge to land on top of Magnar and tie herself to him instead.
Emerie had learned of this by asking how the woman came to be here.
“Fyodor really frightened me at first,” Delora admitted while averting her caring brown eyes to the tea in her hands. “They bit me and chased me around while letting out this shrill noise. I was just so afraid of the pain, and my own child eating me, that I couldn’t help it.” Then, the corner of her lips twitched like she wanted to smile. “Magnar showed me that if I stopped being scared, they just wanted to be with me, like how you saw with Mayumi. They just wanted to cling to me because they were anxious about the outside world since they couldn’t see or navigate it well and they knew I was safe. I made a lot of mistakes.”
As if he could tell his bride needed comforting, Magnar wrapped his hand around the crook of her shoulder and neck, while his long, fluffy tail moved to cuddle around her waist.
“We made a lot of mistakes, my pretty raven,” Magnar reassured.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” she responded with a small smile.
Just as Delora lifted her eyes away from her tea to Emerie, a massive sneeze made their gazes duck to the left, where Ingram was sitting by the fire. They laughed as they watched him shiver.
Ingram had a cold, and wasn’t taking well to having a fever, sniffly nose, and body aches. Well, in truth, Emerie was the one who had been sick when she woke up this morning. It may have had to do with the fact she’d cried, was worn out emotionally, then had a pretty intense intimacy session, in which Ingram covered her in his seed and let it go cold and then dry.
She’d woken up ill, since a human could only take so much.
Although she explained she’d be fine in a couple of days, Ingram had wanted to heal her of her illness. He’d been odd about it, as if he thought she would suddenly pass out and die. So, he was now sick in her stead – at least until tomorrow morning and his own healing capabilities took over.
Her lips curled, and she had to stifle her giggle.
He was cranky and didn’t want to be anywhere but near the fire – even at the cost of losing his ever-constant touch against her. It was kind of adorable to think of a big, scary, tall Duskwalker being frazzled by a wittle itty bitty cold.
Ingram spun his head around to look at her, his orbs flaring red as he growled because she’d laughed at him. She quickly lifted her gaze up to the ceiling and almost whistled.
He didn’t like being made fun of while sick.
She dropped her stare to Delora.
“It’s nice that you found happiness here,” Emerie said, while offering a sincere smile. “All of you seemed to have.”
Delora shrugged. “We do what we can. Life isn’t perfect here. I can’t just walk outside and go to the markets, and a lot of what we have is self-made. We all work together and each of our gardens have different foods and vegetables so we can trade.”
“We Mavka help to cut down trees and build. I am not the best at it,” Magnar said while scratching at the side of his snout bashfully. “But Orpheus has taught me much.”
“It’s just... it was better when we could move freely between all our houses. Now, with the Demons scouting and lurking around our homes, waiting for us to slip in our defences or catch us while we move in between, it’s becoming more dangerous by the day.”
“Yeah. I was pretty nervous coming here today,” Emerie mumbled as she rubbed her neck.