“You’re so warm inside,” he rasped, as more whines echoed from him. “Tight and hot. How can you feel so good?”
His deep voice washed over her like a wave, and she moaned as she quickened her pace. She wanted him to keep talking and knew anything he said right now was going to make her deliciously burn hotter, more feverish with need.
“Yeah? You like the way I feel around you?” she purred, her lips parting on a moan at the way his cock stroked her insides and her nipples scraped against his scales.
“Feels even better than I thought. I never imagined...” His groan was bubbly and broken. “Deeper, Emerie. I want to feel you completely.”
He tilted his head back the faster she stroked him with the walls of her pussy, and his hips tried to thrust harder. He jiggled side to side as if he was trying to free his arms. The more he spoke, the harder he pulled.
“So close. You’re so close to taking all of me,” he rasped, his voice laden with need. “I want us to be one, for your cunt to consume all of me. My tentacles ache to hold you, little butterfly. Please let me.”
Feeling terrible for him, seeing how much he craved it, she tried to fuck his cock for him faster. She put her entire body into it to give him some form of comfort. She even fluttered kisses against his neck and petted his chest, moaning as pleasure swelled where they were joined.
Her body had finally adjusted, and she was able to be freer in her movements. Yet, nothing seemed to settle him, and the more she teased him, the more restless he became.
Despite how close her own orgasm was, her brows furrowed deeply at the distressing noises he made.
“D-do you want me to stop?” she asked, slowing down when she grew worried.
“No!” he bit out. He nudged her cheek with his own as his hips continued to roll, to get her to go faster. His body quaked as he yanked his arms to the sides to try and snap the rope. When he couldn’t get free, he grated, “Release me, Emerie.”
She paused and pushed back against his chest so she could look at him properly, worried about how much he was beginning to fret. This was supposed to be enjoyable for both of them. He’d been so excited at first, so she didn’t understand why he was fighting it now. He wasn’t going soft, so she didn’t think she was hurting him.
The moment she stopped moving, everything got... worse. It was like her slipping up and down his cock had been the only thing keeping him sane.
His orbs flared bright red, and he released a deep, reverberating growl. “Release me!”
“Holy shit,” she rasped, hopping off his cock.
Ingram fell to the side, and all he did was try to get his arms free. He produced horrible whimpers mixed with snarls as he clawed at his own biceps to get free. His cock wasn’t going down, remaining a stiff, bobbing rod as he wriggled.
Oh shit. Oh shit. She bounced from foot to foot as she panicked. What the fuck do I do?!
Letting him free right now did not seem like a wise decision at all! But... I can’t leave him like this.
Clenching her eyes shut, she made her decision. She sprang into action when his movements became more jarring as he moved to his knees and chest.
Despite her better judgement, despite knowing shit was about to get real and very scary for her, she grabbed her obsidian knife from her bag. She freed him.
She bolted for her dress so she could... she didn’t know. Run? Not be naked when she screamed for help?
She didn’t even make it that far.
Her ankle was grabbed, and she was flipped to her back. He swiftly dragged her across the strewn bedding on the tent floor until her knees were pressing against his hips. His cock slipped over her from pussy to abdomen.
“Got you, butterfly,” he snarled, pulling his hips back.
His orbs were red, but the jutting erection he was about to press to her said his mind was focused purely on her and her pussy.
“W-wait,” she begged, crossing her ankles under his dick so that if he thrust forward, even if he did enter her, he wouldn’t get far.
“Inside, Emerie,” he whimpered, halting – and quaking as if that was the very last thing he wanted to do. “I want back inside you. You were so perfect.”
She stared at his dick, and what had her moaning just seconds ago suddenly terrified her. “You’ll hurt me if you try to go deeper.”
“Trust me.” He shoved his hand under the back of her head to support it in a claw-filled cradle. He gripped her thigh to spread her, then palmed up to her chest to pet her breasts, grinding the length of his cock against her clit. “I promise I will not hurt you inside.”
She looked up and found his orbs had cooled to the desirous purple she preferred. He was promising, but did he understand what that truly entailed? Even now, she could feel the danger behind his trembling restraint.
Oh, fuck it. Hopefully the spell Delora told her about worked, and Ingram didn’t go crazy from the blood involved. Please work.
“Okay,” she conceded. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.” She unlocked her ankles and slipped them around his hips to give him room. “Just be careful.”
“Gentle.” He rasped the confirmation, as he deliciously slipped his claws down her sternum to tickle a path to her abdomen.
Unlike her weaker human strength, Ingram was able to wedge the head at her entrance and penetrate her with little effort. Her body was forced to make way once more until he bottomed out.
She didn’t know what made her gasp and bow her back so deeply she worried her spine would snap: him beginning to push beyond the natural boundary of her body, or the fact he’d shoved his claws into her stomach right before he started to.
Cold magic burst between them in a flurry of purple glitters and dancing streams of light.
“Oh!” she moaned, just as her toes curled, her feet pointed, and her back arched in blissful anguish.
With her bright-orange hair spilled out across the messed-up bedding, Ingram’s claws stuck up through the strands like a crown as he cradled her head. He supported it, even when it tipped back as he, in one solid, firm, and steady thrust, mounted her until he bottomed out.
Then he gave a deeply satisfied growl as he struck her flesh with his claws and shoved even further.
He watched her gaping expression, her icy-blue eyes dilating into saucers when her eyelids flashed open. Magic radiated between them, and the glitters of it made her appear even more entrancing and mesmerising than before.
It added to her colourful essence.
It was difficult to drink in her features when his legs quaked, his tail twisting and thumping in reaction to her sweet little cunt rippling along the length of him. It sucked him as he dug deeper and deeper.
The further he went, feeling her body making way for him with a snug, squeezing pressure at the tip of his cock, the more his aggression and anxiety from earlier were pushed from him. Instead, they were replaced with utter exhilaration.