Not once in the change of position did she show an ounce of fear. He rewarded her with speed, with him giving her everything he possibly could.
Her arms fell back above her head, and her face relaxed until it grew completely dazed.
Seed clung between their hips as he thrust, and he felt it sticking between the undersides of her thighs and the tops of his own. Her cute, soft breasts bounced and jiggled, and they were a tantalising show.
As he drew his sight down, her stomach, which now had a small roll from her curled position, jiggled as well, as did her thighs when he slammed against them.
He became enraptured with where they were joined.
The orange curls on her pubic mound were glistening with his seed. Puffy pink folds were spread around his plunging purple cock, and watching them shift around with either his forward or backward motion was erotic.
She was already filled with his seed, marked from within as well as what had dripped from her. That was immensely satisfying.
His tentacles around her hips and thighs kept trying to pull her towards him, but his hands firmly around her pretty little throat and knee allowed him to pull back until they almost unlatched. He didn’t squeeze her neck, he barely had any pressure there, but it was a cage of claws designed to quell his predatory need to dominate.
There was something about the way he was holding her, about having her trapped underneath him like this, being fucked with every bit of his might, that excited the wildest part of him. All the slowness and gentleness he tried to give her, always, became irrelevant and non-existent. He was exactly where he wanted to be, getting what he’d hungered for, and his docile, pretty butterfly was fluttering lewdly in welcome.
Her eyes rolled back as her delicate lashes flickered, and she let out the loveliest cry. With his speed, all he could feel was her squeezing him so tightly it was like she wanted to crush him into dust.
But it was her body giving him bursts of tangy liquid as she orgasmed that had him drooling. Had him breaking under whatever power she had over him. Had him just as lost for her as she appeared to be, while bouncing beneath him.
Ingram had no idea how long he pounded into her, unwilling to change their position when it excited him on such a visceral level. All he knew was that she enjoyed it, coming for him repeatedly.
Like before, his seed shot from him suddenly and with little warning. The bottom of his spine tingled as his embedded seed sacs clenched, and with a shaken, quiet groan, he watched himself flood her with just a single pump of his cock. The rest squelched and bubbled out of her as a pearlescent liquid that dripped in every direction.
His thrusts slowed until he was just rocking himself through his release in subtle but body-aching movements. Unfathomable pleasure tingled his flesh, bones, and scales all the way from the crown of his raven skull to the pointed tip of his lizard tail.
When he was done, he sat back and released her throat and the back of her knee, letting his claws dance over her skin. Deep huffs exploded from him as he gazed down at her.
She looks even more beautiful like this. Messy from their intimacy, lazy with sated desire, bare naked for him. She didn’t even fully close her thighs, letting him view how he was still all the way deep inside her pink, overfilled pussy.
Without a care in the world, her eyes focused just enough to view the dome over them. She reached out to it above her with such a blissfully groggy expression, and it nibbled at his heart in the most wonderous way.
She tried to touch it with her fingertips but missed completely. She reached out to his skull instead when her hands rotated towards him, with her well-pleasured gaze flittering to him.
“So pretty,” she rasped at him.
Something about her right then stroked the very essence of his being. Whether it was her covered in seed, or tenderly reaching for him, every piece of the scene before him was magnificent.
She is... mine, he thought, as he placed his skull into her welcoming hands with his orbs closing.
Having a Duskwalker around that could heal her at any given moment was both a blessing... and a curse.
A blessing because, as she sat on top of him and moved her hips like a wave to stir his cock in her, there was no tenderness or soreness where they were firmly joined. Although her pussy was swollen from their current bout of sex, and she’d long ago started to go numb from overuse, she could still keep going. Keep moving as he grasped her hips in his big hands and helped to shunt her down on his unbelievable girth.
Her muscles weren’t stiff, and the only part of her that was truly tired was her mind.
This was also her curse, since the sun had long ago risen, and she still had Ingram’s cock inside her.
She didn’t care.
Her nipples were hard and aching for attention, which he happily gave. Her core was wet, desperately clinging for more of this Duskwalker and refusing to give him up. Her brain was dizzy, hazy, and so saturated with unbridled lust, she knew at some point it’d broken.
She’d had small naps throughout the night, mostly from passing out after coming. Sometimes he joined her, but most of the time he was the reason she’d wake needy and aroused.
It was as though he was trying to squeeze a lifetime’s worth of fucking all into one night and make up for all he’d lost.
Emerie was doing the same, for an entirely different reason.
She could rest later... when she did so eternally.
Right now, all she wanted was this, was him, was more.
She let her muddled stare fall from the tented ceiling down to him, her head resting on one shoulder as she ground his cock inside her. Purple orbs glowing in a raven skull tipped up to her, giving away that he’d been staring at where her body had just finished milking him.
His rough palms came up to her breasts so he could flick her nipples, and she winced and tensed up at how sensitive they’d become.
She’d forgotten why she needed sleep – what was supposed to be happening today, and why.
She’d spent the last eight years of her life bored with sex because her heart had desired feeling full, while her mind had wanted her partner to make her feel beautiful. This was the first time she’d truly given herself over to someone, and Ingram deserved every bit of her lust-addled want since he’d been the one to bring her to such a happily messy state.
She was... free.
Free from her thoughts, the pain of her past, of her unknown future. So free, in fact, that something warm and radiating often wanted to float out from between her breasts.
When a bright yellowy-orange glow had emerged from her chest when he’d been taking her from behind at some point throughout the night, she learned what it was. Seeing her own soul cupped inside her hands was... enlightening, but she never let it fully float from her.
She always pushed it back in before he could see it.