Even her own stifled moan was lost when he started coming and liquid heat squirted over, between, and around both her breasts. He was making an absolute mess inside her shirt, but it was so warm and nice that she pressed her chest up for more.
Her tongue fell forward to help ease her pants out, as she thought, Come on me. Don’t stop. It was so messy and vulgar, but she wanted her shirt to be soppy and sticky.
He even came directly over her nipple, and she tried to rub it against his shaft with how much it was tingling.
He came so much it pooled in the crevices of her collarbones and dripped into the creases under her breasts.
When he was done, she was thankful he didn’t fall in an exhausted heap on top of her. He was utterly still for a few moments, but his relaxing tentacles gave her up as they grew languid. The bottom two gently tickled her abdomen.
“Emerie,” he grated, lifting so he could back up.
The first thing she did was shove her seed-drenched shirt down until she was fully covered. Whether he noticed or cared, he didn’t show it.
He scooped her up so her shoulder blades were lying on his forearm, and buried his skull into the crook of her neck. He rubbed it against her.
Ignoring the throbbing ache in her pussy, she patted his heaving chest soothingly. “Feel better?” she asked, her voice croaky and sultry with desire.
He groaned as a delayed aftershock tore through him. “You smell like me.”
A giggle bounced her in his arms. “I bet I do.”
He pulled one of his arms out from under her so he could glide his fingertips and claws down her side.
“You smelt like this back in the stronghold, but of someone else’s.” Emerie stiffened, and her flush of desire brightened with embarrassment. “I like that it is mine now marking you.”
How could something so... weirdly territorial and possessive come across as so tender?
“Oh, Ingram,” she sighed, rubbing her cheek against the top of his skull. Currently her heart felt lighter than it had in ages, and she wanted to share that by returning his nuzzles.
“However,” he croaked, his claws finishing their draw down until they reached one of her thighs. “There is a delectable scent coming from you.”
Emerie let out a surprised squeal when he grabbed her leg, and incidentally spread her thighs when he yanked her up. On his knees and straightened arms above her, his skull twisted and tilted, showing her his orbs were trying to find the source.
Her eyes darted down to find that, although his tentacles were languid, his cum-covered cock was still hard.
Uh oh! She rolled onto her stomach so she could crawl out from under him.
Ingram grabbed her leg, turned her back over, and shoved the front of his skull against her stomach. She didn’t even have a chance to stop him before he went lower and was burying his head between her thighs. Her back curled and her legs shot into the air when he lifted just her hips off the ground. Then he sat her right where his beak met the rest of his skull – which just so happened to be where his nose holes were.
He squished her delicate folds and pushed her wetness around with his beak, forcing her to feel just how aroused she was.
Her face heated in a blush that was so intense she wanted to expire when he took in a deep inhale. Oh god, he was sniffing her! She’d never had anyone do that before. She covered her face in mortification, unsure of how to react to such a primal, carnal action.
With a deep groan, he shuddered so hard that his tail made leaves rustle as it curled, twisted, and pounded the ground behind him with hard thumps.
Emerie didn’t get the chance to wonder if it was in delight, not when, at the same time, she let out a pain-filled scream.
Ingram flinched.
She only had enough time to wrap her legs around his skull before he pulled away. She even grabbed his horns to further trap him.
“Emerie?” he asked, his voice higher pitched than normal due to the sound she’d made. His orbs had flickered white in alarm, then dark yellow, before settling back to purple.
“S-stay, Ingram,” she begged, as tears welled in her eyes.
Her gaze darted to the four, inch-long claws currently fingertip deep in her thigh. He must have followed her gaze because he started to pull them out, until she reached over and held them down. “Don’t. Don’t pull them out.”
Currently, they were plugging the wound and stopping the worst of her bleeding.
“I hurt you, Emerie,” he whimpered.
Her lips trembled as she said, “It’s okay.”
It absolutely was not fucking okay! But she knew it was an accident from when he’d tensed up while smelling her.
She wasn’t upset about his claws. Once the initial pain happened, her adrenaline had taken over to ease the worst of it. What she wasn’t okay with, was the fact that the only thing stopping him from likely eating her was her pussy acting as a barrier of scent.
In Emerie fashion, she laughed when she found humour in that. She was probably the first and only human that would find herself in this predicament.
“Will you go crazy if you see blood?” Already it was beading around his claws.
“No. Only if I smell or taste it.”
I knew it. I knew something like this would happen eventually. Of course, with her rotten luck, it had to ruin something that had been enjoyable for both of them.
Her worries were proven right.
Since his orbs were white, she tried to muster up a reassuring smile – it probably came across as a grimace.
“H-how long can you hold your breath for?”
“A while.”
“A while is good.” She dipped her head back to search for her bag and found it a metre or two away. Too far. “You’re going to hold your breath for me, and then slowly put me down and take out your claws. Okay?”
After a tiny nod in confirmation, he did exactly as instructed, like an obedient boy.
“Don’t breathe until I tell you to,” she said, getting up so she could limp to her bag.
Blood trickled down her leg, and she kept her eyes on the forest in case a Demon picked up on the scent of it. Picking up her bag, she opened it and limped back over to him.
Although his orbs were bright orange as he knelt there, staying still, she didn’t have the time to ease his guilt over it.
“You understand this is really bad, don’t you?” she asked as she pulled a long length of enchanted rope from her bag – thankful she’d remembered to take it from when he’d been hog-tied.
When he nodded in answer, she returned it.
“I need to tie you up, okay? Otherwise, you’ll kill me.”
Right now, she didn’t have a chance in hell of running away. Her leg would slow her down, and there was nothing she could do to stop him from mauling her to death, regardless.
She went behind him, and he rotated his head to keep his sight on her. When she went to kneel and tie his wrists together, he jerked them away from her.
“Not there. Not my arms.”
The fact he could project his voice from his skull was so useful right now.
“Ingram,” she warned.
“I cannot break this rope, yes?”