He was going to have to unknowingly help her with some of it.
Dropping to the ground, she sprinted around the tree and noticed she’d caught his attention by the time she was coming back around. She secured the hook around the rope’s length after she looped it around the trunk and then ran in the opposite direction.
Please work. He chased after her, almost at her back, almost within swiping distance. Please work!
Ingram let out a choking noise before his heavy, massive body thudded against the ground. Underneath the animalistic, enraged roars, she heard shuffling like he was wriggling to get free. Leaves scattered, sticks snapped and sprung away, and dirt puffed around him.
She turned around swiftly.
Emerie panted until she thought she’d hack up a lung, barely able to feel the pain in her fractured rib. Right now, she just felt like she had a massive stitch, but that was sure to worsen over time.
Trapped on his side, with his wrists, feet, and the base of his tail bound behind his back, he thrashed.
The long piece of rope she’d threaded loosely all over his body had pulled all his limbs in tight when he’d reached the end of it in his pursuit of her. She’d turned him into a living parachute.
Probably the most ingenious idea she’d ever had, to be honest.
She did feel bad for him, though.
He’d just escaped being trapped, and now he was hog-tied in the forest. His body was unnaturally bowed, especially since his tail was so curled back it threatened to wrap around his own throat. That didn’t look comfortable at all, and she thought it would have slipped off by now, considering the appendage’s tapered length, but the rope was caught on his tail spikes and vertebrae.
Despite his aggression, Emerie approached him.
His head was free, so she steered clear of it and its pecking ability. She knelt beside him and patted his abdomen, hoping to calm him.
“Shh. Hey, it’s okay. I’ll let you go once you calm down and we have a chat.”
Of course, it was like talking to a brick wall, but she continued to do it, hoping it would help. She could be patient, they just needed to wait this out... she hoped.
The beastly, feral noises he made were unsettling.
Emerie sighed with relief when his orbs finally flickered white for a moment, guessing it was a better colour than red. He thrashed even harder for a few seconds before white came back to linger longer.
Continuing her soothing strokes of his abdomen and sternum, he finally settled enough that his sight remained that hollow colour. He must be so confused. Do Duskwalkers remember what’s happened when they turn mindless?
Ingram let out a whine.
“Hey, it’s okay,” she reassured again. “I’m right here. I’ll–”
“It stings,” he whimpered out. His scales stiffened and became even more jagged, as he let out a violent shudder. “It stings! Why does it sting?”
She gasped and retracted her hands, incidentally slapping herself on the cheek.
Shit. Did I hurt him? She turned from looking at his skull to lean over his side. She checked his hands and feet touching each other behind his back but nothing looked broken or injured.
Emerie let out a shriek when something wiggled in her peripheral vision. What the hell?! There was a freaky dick at his groin!
She fell to her arse and crawled backwards like it was a terrifying spider hunting her. It wasn’t hard to mistake it for one when it had four tentacle limbs writhing in the air! However, the centre was unmistakably phallic shaped, with what she figured was his version of a nutsack embedded in the base of it.
Bright purple at the base, it darkened in colour until it was almost a purplish black at the very tip.
She had no idea what was going up three sides of him, but they almost looked like large, downward pointing scales.
Regardless of its oddity, it was huge and... there... when she’d never seen any genitalia on him. Where the fuck had it come from?! And more importantly, why?
It didn’t even look hard, since it was kind of flopping to the side.
“Make it stop,” he pleaded, and Emerie acted without thinking.
She grabbed it. Right in the centre, with a tight, panicked grip, she grabbed his giant cock with two hands.
She let go the moment her palms touched something thick and slimy. “Oh my god, it’s wet,” she cried, her eyes bowing in distress. “Eww! Why is it wet?!”
It thickened.
“Please. It hurts.”
She had two choices right now.
Release the Duskwalker and... she didn’t know. Fucking die as he chased her? Or try to use this thing against her – which sounded worse than death.
Or...
With her shaking lips pulling to one side in trepidation and a small amount of self-disgust, she grabbed his dick again, this time with both hands.
She stroked it. It was probably unpleasant since she was going too fast, didn’t know if it was too hard, and was just generally crazed in her movements. Still, it grew thicker, and each stroke made lubricant seep onto her hands and moisten him.
Once it was fully engorged, she peeked back at Ingram’s raven skull when she noted he’d settled. He was no longer whimpering, and that was all she cared about right then.
This big Duskwalker had suffered enough torture.
If a little hand job would stop his pain, then Emerie would help. Hopefully he calmed right the fuck down after this.
She turned back to the... cock slipping between her quickly moving hands. The tentacles surrounding the base of it kept slapping around, trying to grip her wrists and forearms to the point she could only really stroke the first quarter.
Oh my god. What the fuck am I actually doing right now?
The laugh that bubbled past her lips was completely unhinged and utterly panicked, as she wondered how she’d gotten herself into this position. “So, what did you do today, Emerie?” “Oh, nothing unusual. Just jerked off a Duskwalker. You?”
Everything was made more unpleasant by the squelching she not only felt but heard from his grossly oversaturated cock. At least it didn’t smell bad – it was kind of sweet scented – but she couldn’t stop staring at how freakish it was.
The whole thing just felt wrong in her hands. Those soft, pliable, spikey scale things tickled her palms, and it made her want to let go. It was too hot to belong to a human, too big, too everything.
She stroked harder when Ingram released a shuddering, pleasure-filled groan. He was moving again, but this time to buck into her hands rather than to escape.
Like staring it in the eye had been the safest thing to do, as though it was a monster that would leap if she wasn’t watching it, she finally braved looking away. Emerie took note of where it’d come from; a seam or a slit had parted right at his groin where the scales lined up perfectly to hide it.
She could tell it was under a lot of pressure from his unnaturally curled up, bound position. It must have fallen out because of his arch. Great, had she’d known that, she may not have added his tail to her harness trap.