“W-why aren’t you touching me?” she softly whined, and her hardened nipples grazed over the scales on his chest, making them puff. She started rubbing them against him now that they were sharper for her.
She ground her clit against his abdomen, as she had been for quite some time. Other than sweeping her hands over his chest, shoulders, back, and neck, touching him everywhere she could, there was no other way for her to tease him.
He was holding her in the air, safely up against him.
“My pussy aches. I know you can smell how turned on I am.” She brushed little kisses against his neck. “Please. I can’t take much more.”
“I want to touch you,” he answered. “And be one with you.”
Ingram had just wanted to worship his bride first.
To hold her in an adoring embrace.
However, the fact she was trying to instigate further intimacy all on her own, made his scales and spikes lift all over his body. His cock gave a deep, groin-piercing throb, and his sight finally flickered from pink to deep purple.
His love, and his desire for her, battled in his vision.
When his tentacles shifted to circle his engorging cock to keep him inside, purple won out.
She kept grinding on him as she whispered, “I was so scared that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t be able to be with you. I... need to feel that this is real, that I’m really here with you.”
He drifted his hand down her body and gave her arse a rough knead and grab. Then he dipped between her pretty thighs as he sheathed his claws.
He’d been intending to slip between the lips of her folds so he could pet her clit, but when just the pad of his middle finger touched her, it was instantly saturated.
The pool of her arousal had overfilled, flooded her slit, and then more. Ingram groaned as he buried two fingers straight into her hot, swollen core, just so he could feel how drenched she was.
“Fuck, Emerie,” he bit out, removing his fingers so he could feel that not even the air could touch his flesh through her sticky, slick moisture. “Your little cunt is so wet for me.”
He slipped his fingers back inside and moved them back and forth for her. He was slow, playing with her slick by splitting his fingers or wiggling them to show her just how wet she was for him. She bucked against them, and her head lolled against his shoulder as she moaned.
“Inside me,” she panted. “I want you inside me so badly.”
With a quiet, pleased growl, Ingram lowered her until she was seated on his bent thighs. He was still kneeling within the small patch of warm sun.
“My bride wants my cock inside her, even though we are in the Veil?” he asked, making sure she understood what she was requesting.
He slipped his fingers from her so he could grasp her thighs and spread her around his hips. He couldn’t see well, not with their position and his beak in the way, but he could just glimpse her cute pink clit through the valley of her breasts.
Emerie had a dazed look in her icy eyes. She turned them down so she could pet at the seam hiding his dick away. It twitched and trembled under her naughty caresses, and each one had his cock rapidly hardening.
His claws shot out from him as he shuddered, almost extruding hard and fast into her awaiting hand. It was nearly impossible to hold himself back, as an unbearable pressure-laden throb pounded inside his groin.
He winced when it became too much.
“You will protect me.” She bit at her lip, like she couldn’t wait to see and touch his pulsating, purple cock. “O-or you could just make another protective dome around us.”
Her level of trust, in the most dangerous place in the world, felled him.
He cut his claws into her arse, causing her to gasp in surprise from the pain before he removed their tips. He willed for her protection, to keep her completely and utterly safe so he could desperately bury his cock inside the deep well of her waiting core.
Ingram had only meant to make the small dome form.
Instead, a purple, multi-pointed star shot out from under his knees, and cut through the grass and forest as it grew and reached a far distance. Within seconds, a massive, glittering ward formed as a dome around them and the entire area.
Her lips parted as she gazed above them once he healed her of her wounds, or maybe she didn’t realise he had over her shock.
He didn’t care about it.
All he knew was that she was completely protected under his magic now, and once more her lips had called to him.
Ingram gripped her jaw so he could tilt her head back, and unnaturally curved his spine so he could bring the tip of his beak closer. Without warning, he sunk his tongue into her awaiting mouth, and shoved her pussy against his hips until she was seated over his seam.
He stopped holding back by forcing his tentacles to release him. Impatient to feel her, his cock shot from him as a single deep, full thrust straight inside her dripping cunt.
Emerie let out a sharp cry, just as he answered her with a deep and low groan.
He knew he had stretched her, but she had taken him easily enough. Her body had already been claimed by him, moulded by his, and was utterly perfect in its snugness.
Connected. They were one, on all levels.
My bride. Something he had not wanted, but now utterly needed.
With impatient movements, she wiggled against him, and even used her shins to try and move him. Desperate and moaning for more, her pretty breasts swirled as she gyrated.
He drew back from her mouth so he could lock her knees over his elbows and wrap his hands around her waist. Emerie gripped his shoulders tightly as he started slowly bouncing her on his cock, working her to bring them both pleasure.
He intently watched her features daze and become completely lost, and all he could do was pant at her to show her the same. He was so heated, feeling and watching her moving around him, that he was seconds from crawling out of his own scaled flesh.
She was so light to him, easy to move, and she let him dictate the strength, the speed, and how far she moved up and down the length of his cock. Ingram swelled, releasing bubbles of precum inside her tight channel, while her entrance began to leak with his lubricant.
But there was one thing bothering him, even as she wonderfully clung: the sun had moved behind him.
He didn’t like that now he’d lowered her, he was a looming shadow over her fragile and delicate body. That he was shading the beauty of her.
Perhaps it was the nag of the past, being called a monster, but he didn’t want any part of him to feel foreboding or scary when it came to her – not even his own shadow.
Her beauty deserved the light.
With his cock nestled within the warm cuddle of her pussy, he leaned forward until his biceps touched the ground, and rolled so she was above him. He had to wiggle back into the sun a little, but he was rather pleased with himself once he did.
Especially since he flattened his clawed feet against the ground, lifted his backside, held her by her hips, and pumped into her from below. Emerie threw her head back as she arched, letting the sun wash over and warm her from behind.