Her shadow was cast over him instead, but she was so small it barely reached his skull.
Ingram finally let the fever of his desires fully take hold. His hips picked up speed, wanting to see this female break apart. He wanted her to reach the tip of her pleasure so she could scream for him and let all the Veil know she was completely and utterly his now.
That he had saved her, and nothing could take her from him again.
She is mine. His orbs flared dark green for just a moment as the aggressive swell of his emotions gripped him, possessive and covetous. My bride to take, to cherish.
Her breasts jiggled and bounced with each of his long and measured thrusts, as did her thighs when his hips impacted them. Her fingers touched against his pelvis whenever he was seated deep, and then slipped away to wait for his return whenever he drew back.
And Ingram drew back far, bringing his cock almost all the way out of her so he could see the flared rim pop out as much as he felt it. He became enrapt with where they were joined, at where his thick, long cock kept disappearing into. Purple, veiny, with soft scaley spikes being tickled by her rippling insides, he watched himself take his female.
His tentacles didn’t stand a chance at clinging to her, but they constantly caressed her flesh.
“Oh god, yes. Take me.” Her pussy clamped and spasmed around him, and his cock’s lubricant was slicker than ever as it mingled with hers. “Faster, Ingram. Fuck me faster, I’m so close.”
Part of him wished she hadn’t begged him for more, not when it was obvious she was about to lose herself around him.
The base of his spine tingled, and he flinched when his seed sacs clenched unbearably hard. He growled, and pumped his hips as fast as he could for her, only for his mind to blank out in bliss with only a few short strokes.
His emotions, his own need for her, twisted his mind and body into an ache. His thrusts became erratic, his pumps hard. His tentacles latched and clung, forcing him to only pull back so far or he worried he’d tear her soft skin.
Her scream was unusually loud, her cute little lungs giving him a wild and carnal song, just as she milked him for his seed. His own orgasm slashed at his groin like a menacing beast, clawing at him with a swift, unpredictable swipe.
He couldn’t take the intensity of movement while she orgasmed around him.
He shoved her down as he pushed in hard, his tentacles locking around her as he quaked, back arched. With his head tilted back all the way, his body was suspended in soul-crushing pleasure.
His lust-filled sight darkened under the power of it, of her body spasming around him while he flooded it.
Oh, fuck. His claws sliced into her until blood welled, but he couldn’t stop crushing her with his hands. Couldn’t stop gripping her for dear life, like it was the answer to keeping his heart beating when it felt as though it was about to give out. Oh, fuuuck.
Perhaps it was all the emotions that had led to them joining, or the fact he could feel the connection of her as his bride, but something had stroked his mind and body on a deep, visceral level. He released so hard he thought his soul was about to leave him.
For a long while, Ingram held the position even once he’d drained himself inside her, his body jolting with aftershocks. Her heartbeat fluttered around him, so soft, and gentle, and intimate around his hardened centre.
It was only when she palmed up his stomach, as though to lovingly soothe him, that he finally touched the ground again. His feet came out from under him, and he collapsed as he laid down. Tilting his skull to face her, he found her eyes were warm and tender as they watched him.
“Emerie,” he rasped out, cupping the side of her neck so he could rub his thumb across her smooth and freckled cheek.
She welcomed his palm by leaning into it and holding the back of it to keep it to her. Her fingers petted the exposed bones.
He thought she would be docile with him. He was wrong.
She touched her toes to the ground, lifted up and off his cock, and leaned back to sit on the length of it. Despite its softening state, his waning erection jerked at watching her stretched pussy leaking with his seed.
Then, she rubbed her clit against it as she bit into the side of his palm.
“You’re not done yet, are you?” she teased, her lips curling into a smirk. “You’re usually not after one time.”
Ingram chuckled, surprised to see she still had so much energy. Perhaps she was well rested after being in the afterworld.
He slipped his blood-stained thumb against her lips, content that the smell and sight of it didn’t stir hunger in his stomach, but in other more titillating places. He liked that he was further marking her. “What is a person called when they are addicted to sex?” he asked.
Her brows twitched, unsure of where he was going with this.
“I guess a nymphomaniac, or nymph for short?”
He drew his claw down her chin, her neck, so he could tickle it between her perky breasts. “Are you a nymph, my little butterfly bride?”
The last time they’d been intimate, Emerie had barely rested as he took her, repeatedly, for almost two days. Although she’d grown tired, she’d asked for more, just as she had now. Considering how much she’d rejected him in the beginning, had been bashful and shy, he never would have guessed she could be this way.
He was very delighted to learn of this development.
“Says the purple-eyed Duskwalker.” She giggled as she slipped the soft and luscious lips of her pussy over the groove underneath his semi-hard cock. “But no, not usually. I guess... I’ve just always wanted someone to make me feel loved, and that I was beautiful, inside and out. That I’m good enough, just as I am.” Even though she was saying things that should have been sad, she cast him a tender smile. “You make me feel all those things, and it just makes me want to ride you until my eyes cross and I become so dizzy that I can’t think about anything else but you. It makes me want to be as close to you as I can be. You mean so much to me, and I want to show you however I can.”
How was it possible for his heart and cock to throb at the same time?
He didn’t know if he just wanted to bring her back into his arms for a cuddle, or fuck her until her expression went silly again. If he wasn’t a towering Duskwalker, and she wasn’t a small human, he would have done both.
Although, he did, absolutely, try.
With the sun on his back and Emerie below him, he was exactly where he wanted to be when he buried his cock inside her.
She is perfect. She was the bride Ingram needed.
Emerie had already been on high alert when she’d seen the wanted poster pinned to the notice board just within Greenshire’s gates. Seeing a sketch of her own face with a reward prize had been unsettling. The title ‘deserter’ had been scribed, with the Demonslayer emblem pressed onto the very top in ink.
She was a criminal. A wanted woman.