It was such a tiny spot touching him, perhaps just the small of her lower back pressing against his ribs – his spikes jutting over her sleeping form – but the warmth of her spread into him. It soothed the rapidness of his heart and lungs, heating him as it travelled throughout his body and down his limbs.
His pale-blue orbs first lifted to just blue, realising simply this was enough to quell some of the loneliness that had been weighing on him. The longer he stayed there and listened to her heart, focussed on the rhythm of her breathing, and took in the scent of her, the more his sight gradually shifted to its normal purple.
She may not be Aleron, but for now, for tonight, she would provide him the tranquillity of sleeping next to someone.
It might have been the contact between them that allowed him to finally have peaceful dreams.
The only thing was... when he woke, he realised he’d changed positions. So had she. He was lying on his stomach with his arms and legs folded and tucked underneath him, whereas she was on her side. It brought more warmth, more touch, and comfort.
I am too restless to sleep. He was still exhausted, but his dreams – although pleasant – had been of Aleron. Somehow, behind the veil of those dreams, his loss lingered, tainting those precious moments he’d experienced with his kindred.
Ingram searched for a window in this unfamiliar room. The waning half-moon was high, and he thought it may be the middle of the night.
He slowly lifted his head as to not disturb the female who had curled into a ball with her forehead resting against the side of his biceps. Her knees were also jabbing into him, but he didn’t mind.
Since his head was above hers, he twisted it so he could see her past his beak.
Her hands were tucked up near her chest, with her face buried against her fists and his shoulder.
She looks paler than normal.
Was it the stream of moonbeam crossing over her, or because she was so deeply asleep due to her fatigue? With the end of his beak, he managed to nudge some fallen hair away from her face so he could better see it, revealing more of the scarring that marred her forehead, cheek, jaw, and neck. She shivered when he revealed her ear, which was also scarred and missing sections of hair around it.
Although he didn’t know what the marks were from, only that they looked like webbing, he didn’t mind them. They were Emerie – part of what made up her face, as much as a raven skull made up his.
What did bother him was the dirt sprinkles on her nose, cheeks, forehead, and chin. When I find a lake, I will have to toss her in it. She mostly smelt clean, other than the residual sweat from all their walking over the last day. He was disappointed she didn’t know how to clean her face properly.
It never registered with him that those spots had never changed.
Ingram took in her light breathing as it waved over him, the warmth of her next to him with more contact than before, and her pretty scent. Unwilling to move, he watched her, curious about the little human.
I have never truly spoken to a human before. He didn’t count the evil ones back in the place she called Zagros Fortress.
Then again, that might not be true.
There was... Raewyn. He mused on the female with coily-curled white hair he’d met around five full moons ago. But she said she was not human.
She’d called herself an Elf, and he must admit, her long, pointed ears were far different from Emerie’s.
Yellow lifted into his sight as he watched Emerie’s closed eyelids flicker side to side while she twitched. Raewyn had been kind as well.
He thought of Emerie as kind. She had been nice to him in the Demonslayer stronghold, had gently washed him, and freed him.
She also touched my cock... and made it... come.
Ingram deeply shuddered at the memory, his sight closing and turning black momentarily. He gave a singular pant and opened his orbs to a slightly darker purple than usual.
He tried not to think about it, instead focusing on the female laying vulnerable next to him. However, his sight eventually drifted to her fists. He’d gotten a glimpse of them stroking him when he’d been bound in the forest, and they had been stark against the purple of his cock and... tentacle-like limbs. Then his view shifted when he’d arched from an undeniable urge to grind into her beautiful hands.
The seam at his groin twitched as something moved and began to throb behind it. Each deepening thrum, as heat built and built, had his mind drifting back to that one moment. Her hands, the wetness that coated him, even every breath she’d unwittingly blown on him to give him additional warmth, had aided in his very first mind-numbing release of seed.
Ingram shuddered as hardness built from deep within, poking at his insides, and he lifted his hips to ease the pressure – unknowing that it would allow it to escape. The moment his cock broke from his seam and the exposed head slipped across the ground, he thrust forward with a quiet groan.
He didn’t appreciate the rough wooden texture that greeted him, so he stood and looked down at his own body. His tentacles weren’t shielding him, instead wriggling in the air like they were unsure of what to do.
Ingram’s chest tightened as his groin clenched, and he turned his gaze back to the little sleeping female... and more importantly, her blissful hands.
I want her to touch it again.
His sight darkened in its purple, something that had never happened to him before he met her. He realised that every draw in of her sweet scent was deepening it. Looking at her was deepening it.
He craved her in ways he didn’t comprehend.
Ingram lowered his head, ready to stir her with the curve of his beak so she could ease him. The air was getting to it, and there was a spot that stung, although it wasn’t too uncomfortable yet.
However, he stopped just before he could nudge her cheek, recalling what she’d said last time he’d asked her to touch him – although his dick had not been freed at the time.
He didn’t like that she’d said no. He didn’t understand her reasonings, why it wasn’t okay or why he should be seeking something in his chest before he did it. He wanted someone to touch. He wanted her to ease the ache that had come from him – especially since she was the one to teach him about it.
“Emerie,” he gently called, pushing at her cheek when the stinging in his cock became more noticeable. He winced, and his skin crawled and puffed in repulsion.
She cringed, groaned at him without opening her eyes, covered her face with her forearm, and hid from him by burrowing down.
Ingram let out an annoyed huff before giving a deeper wince.
He gripped his dick, desperate to stop the stinging ache that began to pierce it. Every second longer was making it dry.
“Hmm?” His own grab didn’t feel... terrible. It also stopped the worst of his pain.
He curiously looked down, gave himself a stroke, and let out a deep, pleasurable huff. That feels good. I can also do this?
Yellow flickered in his dark purple sight.
He almost sat to explore this further, but Emerie’s light snore caught his attention. His sight morphed to a reddish pink, unsure if this was something he should be doing.