But he remembered she said he was supposed to touch inside somehow. He followed the path of slick and found a little pool. He pressed his finger pad against it, stroking to find... he wasn’t quite sure.
However, as he pressed deeper, he expected to find an end. Instead, hot, soft flesh slipped around his finger like it was melting as he pushed. It was only when he was barely first-knuckle deep that he realised he’d found it.
Excitement curled his tail tip, and he pushed a little harder and faster than he meant to, curious to know where she ended. He made her mount his finger, and she tensed and arched as a rasp broke from her lips.
“Ingram,” she moaned, her knees buckling inwards as snug plushness clamped his finger.
But now what?
He swirled his finger to explore all her hot textures. The back wall was smooth, the front bumpy and plump, and everything was tight. He wasn’t sure where to touch and wiggled when he knew he hadn’t reached all of her depths.
He wasn’t sure if the trembling from her chest was because of pleasure or laughter, especially since the noise she was producing was stifled by her face buried against his neck. She lowered her hand to cup the back of his own, to keep it still, and moved her hips back and forth.
“Like this,” she whispered.
Oh. Embarrassment prickled the back of his neck when his finger moved in and out of her snug channel.
He took over, and she slipped her arm back around him.
As he thrust his finger, Emerie rocked against him, her breaths growing more shallow and shorter each time. He also moved it around, trying to see if there was some kind of... special spot that felt even better for her; like how the head and sacs of his cock were more sensitive than the rest.
“Oh fuck,” she bit out when he curled against the front of her inner walls. Her nails dug into the scales on his back, before she clasped two spikes to leverage herself to grind against him. “R-right there.”
“Here?” He pressed hard and moved in and out.
Emerie let out a loud cry and clung harder, her lips shaking against his neck. Her entire body tightened and shivered, while her pussy grew slicker.
He groaned at the fresh wave of her arousal scent, and he slipped his free hand under her shirt from behind her so he could deepen the contact between them. She darted her hand to yank her shirt down, but he didn’t mind; not when she was too distracted to notice that he’d grasped her left breast so he could... tease it.
It wasn’t the same as her right, not as soft and her nipple was smaller, but it still felt wonderful in his rough palm. All that mattered to him was that it belonged to her, and that it could give her pleasure.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she whispered around pants. “I’m so close.”
Close to coming? What would it be like when this little female lost her mind to bliss, like she’d done for him with her hands against his big cock?
He needed to know.
He wanted to go faster, to dig harder. He couldn’t. His movements were limited by the restriction of her pants.
With a small snarl, he forced himself away from her lovely breast so he could grab the back of her pants. He yanked them down her legs until they were around her ankles, giving him blessed freedom to do what he wanted with this delightful little hole he’d found.
“Hey– Ohhh!” Whatever protest she’d begun morphed into a haunting cry as he speared her with his finger, over and over, not too roughly, but in a swift rhythm.
The plump ridge he’d been playing with swelled before her entire channel tightened. Emerie went to the tips of her toes, as her pussy spasmed and sucked on his finger, liquid squelching inside her.
But it was her scream, her drool-inducing scent, and the way she shook, that informed him she was coming – even if it wasn’t like how he did. His cock reacted to it, pulsating until seed bubbled at the eye of his cockhead and dripped down the groove underneath it.
Such a pretty sound, coming from such a delectable female...
Now that he knew how he could pleasure her, and how her sweet pussy could gobble him up, he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could wring from her.
Which is why, when she collapsed to her knees on top of him, he didn’t relent. With soft moans, she lightly bounced as he thrust, like she wasn’t quite ready to let go of him either. He cupped the back of her head and gently pulled her back so he could watch her expression.
He would have been upset that she wasn’t truly looking upon his raven skull if her eyes didn’t look so cloudy with need, in the same way his mind was foggy. He had to fight through it to keep being gentle with his fragile butterfly.
“Cute,” he groaned, noticing the pinkness of her face, the wetness of her lips. She looked lost in a way he’d never seen before, and it was completely erotic.
Her pupils were blown, her lashes damp. Her hair was messy and riotous as she bounced, causing his palm against it to make strands loop and tangle.
She must have felt his tentacles tickling her inner thighs because she managed a glance down between them.
His cock was jerking between them. It was drenched in his lubricant with a line of precum filling the groove underneath. He was hard, and each of her reactions to his touch kept him needy, aching, and quite happy about it.
That was until she cupped the head with both hands and squeezed him.
The snarl that cracked out of him was aggressive as pleasure shot all the way down his cock. His tail smacked against the ground as a thrill quaked down his spine.
Ingram yanked her hands away from his cock, worried when her touch almost made him lose the control he had on his claws.
“Don’t touch,” he growled.
As much as he wanted to achieve his own release, she couldn’t give him that right now. He wanted to keep touching her. After rejection after rejection, he was finally getting what he wanted, and he wasn’t ready to give it up.
This was better. Her pleasure tickled his mind in a way he could never have imagined. It kept him right on the edge of need and desperation, roiling inside him like a violent battle.
He would cave eventually. He would need her to take him in her blessed hands and soothe him, but not until he knew she had nothing left to give. When she was pushing his hand away, rather than grinding on his thick finger jammed inside her as she was now.
Since she’d knelt on him, he also didn’t like how he had less control, having to reach so low between them. He turned her to sit with her back against his front, shifting her a little to the right so she wasn’t lying against his cock.
He’d never removed his hand from between her thighs to do this, and he resumed moving it back and forth before she could make any kind of protest. She melted for him, her cute nails trying to cut into the flesh of his thighs. Cute, because there was absolutely no way this female could hurt him.
Now that he’d spun her around, he realised two things.
One was that he had far more freedom with her thighs spread and could touch her chest again. She yanked her shirt down as he snuck his hand underneath it, but she didn’t stop him from grasping her right breast to tease the firm but sensitive nipple.