Her smile flattened but didn’t disappear. It was a warning for the giggle she produced next.
“Clothing for humans is more than that. I can’t believe I’m about to say this...” she grumbled, averting her gaze as pinkness flared in her cheeks again. “We, uh, aren’t like you. Our privates aren’t hidden within like you were, so they’re constantly exposed. We don’t show them to people unless we are about to be... intimate with them.”
Their privates are on the outside?
She wouldn’t have noticed since his orbs never revealed where he was truly looking, but he darted his gaze to the vee area between her thighs. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what she had, but he was growing more curious from everything she taught him.
Emerie crossed her arms over her torso to shield it, sticking her hands under her armpits.
“Women also have breasts on our chests, and we like to keep them hidden too, same with our arses.”
Ah, so that’s what the lumps on her chest were called. He’d seen them on females, and he noted hers weren’t the largest he’d seen, but they definitely weren’t small.
“These are places that can only be touched and seen by those who are special to you?”
When she nodded, it only made him wonder, once again, why he couldn’t be special to her.
Her touch felt nice. Could I not make her feel good in return?
If these were secret places, did it mean they were sensitive like his dick? Could he touch and stroke them to make her produce seed as well? Could... she produce cum?
Ingram liked Emerie. She’d been kind and understanding towards him, and the more he discovered about humans, the more he found her... pretty. He’d never had the time to assess a human, let alone a female one, that wasn’t screaming in fear and about to be eaten by him.
Until now.
Every second he spent with her, more and more things began to click into place for him.
Her pleasant scent he couldn’t name. The sound of her voice and how it eased him. And her orange hair kept stealing his attention, especially when it was glowing in the bright sunshine like it did now. He liked that her eyelashes had the same glow, and they warmed the ice of her blue eyes.
Now that he knew her freckles were a part of her, he found them cute.
Her expressions confused him, but he wanted to unravel the simple mysteries of them. Even more so since she never looked at him with fear or disdain – although often with wariness.
And what she’d just taught him about her body, that what lay underneath her clothing was naughty to reveal, only made him want to see it more. The features he’d first thought were insignificant – like her breasts, her arse, and that vee between her thighs – were suddenly very, very intriguing.
Ingram had a new appreciation for them.
His purple sight darkened a little when movement shifted behind his seam as he stared down at her breasts. I want to see the naughty places on her.
He wanted to know what they looked like. Would they be soft or firm in his hands? Were they boring or fun to play with?
He’d thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure she’d given him with her hands, and he was starting to crave the idea of doing it in return so she could experience it.
I want to touch, he thought with a groan, just as his seam started to part.
“Ingram?” she called, breaking him from his predatory gaze on her. He looked up, tilted his head, and flicked his long and flat tongue out so he could lick over the top of his beak in interest. “Can you please give me some privacy so I can bathe? The sun will go down soon, and the water will already be cold.”
There was something about her expression that nagged at him. It was a little pale, and it was obvious she was attempting to look anywhere but in his direction.
When cool air brushed over the exposed flesh of his cock, he looked down and inspected the partially jutting shaft. His sitting position was mostly hiding it.
“But I want to stay,” he grumbled.
“Away, Duskwalker!” Emerie shouted, shooing him once more with her hands. “Or I won’t bathe at all.”
With an annoyed growl, he stood. Then he huffed as he turned, upset she wouldn’t show him what she looked like underneath her clothing when he was so curious.
On all fours, he stomped into the forest with his tail swishing angrily behind him.
“Good! And you better not watch me from the bushes like a freaking creep or I promise I’ll be really, really upset with you.”
Ingram winced, since he’d been planning to do exactly that.
I take it back. Emerie is mean.
By the time he was far enough away that she was out of sight but not out of earshot, his cock had already gone soft and retreated.
With an annoyed plop, he dropped his backside to the grass with his back to her. He folded his arms across his chest, mimicking her from the few times she’d done it at him when she’d been upset.
She will not let me see. Will not touch me. He tapped his tail tip against the ground as he thought. Why not? I am pretty, and my horns are small and not imposing. He grumbled to himself. How do I make her do these things?
Then something struck him. Something that had his orbs shifting to blue as he scratched at the side of his beak in apprehension.
Is... is it because I am Mavka?
Emerie sighed when the Duskwalker asked yet another question, wondering when they would end.
With her head craned to look at the sky for mercy, the backs of her hands against his back, and her eyes rolling, she wanted to perish. Someone put me out of my misery. Not even the strangeness of riding him to make this journey faster was enough to distract her.
At least he wasn’t sprinting and threatening to behead her with a branch.
The questioning wasn’t actually too bad, if she were being honest. It was just that it had been a constant barrage.
Ingram would ask why the leaves were green, or why water fell from the sky, or how birds flew whenever he saw one in the distance. He asked how the Veil came to be, not that she knew, or how humans came into being.
He wanted to learn anything and everything, questioning names, meanings, and origins.
The first one hundred questions had been easy, but the longer they travelled, two days having passed already, the more complex and harder some were to explain. He was lucky Emerie was privy to a lot of knowledge due to her constant studies back in Zagros Fortress.
“Ingram, please,” she whined when he started to ask about yet another thing. “Just a few moments. That’s all I need.”
“But I desire to know the name of that plant,” he stated as he pointed his beak towards a weed flower. “The yellow one. I have seen it many times.”
“It’s a dandelion,” she answered on a sigh. “In spring, it’ll turn into a white puff so that it can spread its seeds.”