“Fuck, Emerie,” he choked out, as his head dipped to the side.
She circled her tongue around the flared rim, feeling his textured spiking scales that puffed at every touch. Stealing sweet lubricant from him, she sucked it straight off the surface of his cock. He was so hard and hot against her mouth and hands, and visibly pulsating.
She nibbled gently at one of the raised dark veins on him.
“You really like me calling you that, huh?” she murmured.
“Yes,” he admitted.
She drew her lips down one side until his tentacles were caressing her cheek, while her right hand stroked upwards to pet the head in a circle. Everything she did, no matter how small or subtle, had more pearly seed rising to the tip of his shaft. She licked and stole that too, enjoying the heady hint of burnt sugar and hickory bark that burst across her tongue.
“Do you like my mouth and hands on you?” Instead of responding, his beak parted as he let out a deep huff. “Do you want me to keep going until you come in my mouth?”
Her lips curled devilishly against the side of him, then she gave the head and rim little nibbles.
“Nhn. Yes. I want you to drink from me.” He snapped his head forward. “I want to see your face messy with it again.”
“You do?” she purred before pulling away.
Emerie kissed and nipped her way up him, and even licked the protruding bone of his hip, his sternum, knowing he could feel them. She even gave his nipple a flick, which caused him to violently twitch, as she crawled onto him and placed her knees on his thighs before going to his hips. She forced him to let her under his beak, so she could nip at his neck.
She palmed the broad and blunt head of his cock, only to grab him just under the rim to keep him steady. “What if that’s not what I want?”
“Then what ar–” Before he could finish, he choked out a groan when she positioned the tip against her entrance and backed onto it. “Inside you?” He let out a deep expire.
“Mhm. I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered against his neck.
“More,” he encouraged as she wedged the very tip inside by moving in circles to ease herself over him. “You’re so soft.”
She hadn’t even gotten the entire head in yet, and he was already losing it. Ingram rocked his hips as if he wanted to help, to make her pussy swallow him faster, to reach deeper.
He seemed desperate after she made him wait so long.
Her brows knitted tightly, and she placed her forehead against the crook of his neck and shoulder for leverage. It wasn’t easy balancing herself on him like this, high up on his torso. Gravity wasn’t helping with how thick he was, nevermind the awkwardness of their positions.
Had his hands been free, she knew he would have tried to ease her down – and possibly ripped her in the process by accident. He wasn’t very patient, and she may have let him with how much she wanted him right now.
Wincing as she stretched over the head, she bounced to add pressure to her weight baring down. His lubricant aided them, and she was utterly thankful for it.
Then the head popped past her entrance. Her bounce shoved her down at least an inch as well.
With a wince and a pained gasp tearing through her like a blade, her nails dug into his chest. She couldn’t hold it.
“So tight,” he groaned. When she lunged forward off him to flee, he let out the smallest whine. “Down, Emerie. I want more. I want inside your little pussy.”
He brushed the side of his skull against her sweat-slicked forehead, his chest heaving with excited breaths. It almost felt like he was silently pleading for her to mount him.
“I will,” she rasped out. “You’re just... big, Ingram. I need to adjust.”
But she would. Because no matter what happened tonight, she was getting that big fucking Duskwalker cock in her, whatever it took. It might be slow and painful at first, but she was going to ride him, and she was not stopping until she did. She wanted to be so full and messy with his cum that it was dripping down her legs.
She was also intending for it to feel good for both of them. His arms were tied for that reason, to force patience on him.
Now that she’d given her body a breather, she nudged the warm, slick, already seed-drenched head against her entrance once more. She bit her lip hard as she pushed herself down. The head popped through faster, and although it was chunky and felt like it was trying to split her in two, it wasn’t so painful that she needed to run away.
Ingram let out a contented growl and continued to brush his skull against her to encourage her. His hips rocked, desperate to move her on him but unable to.
Emerie wiggled her hips side to side as she shoved further down, slowly gaining more and more inches. He was so thick that the pressure was immense, and she knew she was stretched to her absolute limit.
She’d always been small, had always struggled a little at first when taking even a human. Now, she was sinking around a monster dick, and it was a challenge.
She was also really turned on and wanted this more than anything. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone.
Everything was moist, and his heat was soothing. The burning stretch was also accompanied by him pushing against all of her most tender places in such a deep and unfamiliar way. Everywhere inside her received attention, and his little spiking scales scraped her G-spot and had her panting and trying to swallow more.
He bottomed out, and she squirmed to make absolutely sure he had utterly filled her to her limit. Even her clit felt tight, as if the tension and pressure radiated beyond her insides. For a little while, she rested and waited for herself to soften.
I can feel his heartbeat, she thought dazedly, tenderness radiating in her chest. Then she giggled as the very tips of his tentacles swayed under her thighs. That tickles.
At least they told her she’d taken him halfway, which is more than she thought she would be able to.
He’s finally inside me. Gosh, she’d wanted this for days – since back in the forest. A part of her couldn’t believe they were finally doing this, that she had a Duskwalker’s cock wedged as deep as it could go inside her.
His chest released tiny whines, and she leaned back just enough so she could face him.
“Are you okay?” she asked, pressing her lips and face against the side of his hard beak.
“More,” he pleaded, causing her to laugh weakly.
Of course he wanted more. How many times had he demanded or pleaded for it now?
“I can’t give you more.” She rotated side to side to show him he had nowhere else to go. “But I can move for you.”
She slid up about a quarter of the way, then pushed back down. His moan was instant, and he let them out frequently as she moved on him.
“I adore the way you sound,” she whispered against his cool bone. “It’s so faint and soft.”