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Now he just needed to learn how much of his fingers she could take. He had this desirous craving to shove his entire hand in there.

“Y-your fingers are so big,” she said, before letting out a trembling moan. Her legs shook as she grasped the back of his hand.

“Do they feel good?” She was hot and wet, but he’d like her to tell him he was being good. He was trying his hardest.

“Mhm.” She nodded and ground against them.

His tail curled in delight, his cock jerking along with it.

“I like touching your littlecunt,” he rasped, thankful she’d once taught him some of the names he could call it. “It smells so good, and I like that you’re all slick for me. That you are letting me see and touch you.”

He groaned and rubbed the side of his skull against her temple to show just how much he appreciated it.

His fingers picked up speed again as he covered her, done exploring with his sight when he’d rather just make her come apart for him again. He angled his thrusts towards where he hoped her tender spot was – the one that had made her scream earlier.

Trying anything to get her to let go like before, he cupped both her breasts at different intervals, unsure of which one felt better for her.

When her nails returned to digging into the scales of his thighs, and she started bucking her hips with constant moans, he went faster. He wasn’t willing to go harder, unsure if he could tamp his strength down, which proved even more challenging when she started to wriggle.

One minute it was as though she wanted to escape him, and the pleasure he was trying to bring forth, the next she was panting and helping him work her. She’d squeeze his hand with her thighs, and then open them wide to let him play.

“W-wait,” she rasped, her legs knocking inwards. He grabbed one of her knees with his tail to spread her again and stop her from restricting his movements. “Something’s–”

“Come, Emerie,” he pleaded with deep huffs. “I want to watch this time.”

“S-slow dow– Ohhh!”

Her back arched into a tight bow, her lips parted, and her eyes widened – right before they rolled back. Her loud, sultry cry echoed into the forest, while the quiet but distinct squelch of his fingers moving inside her tight pussy was only for them.

Wetness burst from her as she came. Her channel filled with feminine cum and liquid squirted into his hand.

Ingram would have been alarmed by the difference of her coming to the last time, but her squirming in his arms gripped his throat and mind like a set of invisible hands. Every wriggle, every toss of her body – like she was trying to flee – stirred something dark in him.

He held her tighter, held her still, and slammed his fingers faster and harder within her spasming cunt. His little butterfly was fluttering against him, and he wanted her to flutter wildly.

Her legs buckled, kicking and writhing.

“More,” he begged with a twisted snarl, his sight darkening until he thought it would fracture. “Keep doingthat.”

Keep coming, keep squirming, keep crying out high-pitched screams. All because of him, for him.

Her pussy clamped his fingers constantly, twitching and surrendering to him. It was so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect that he just needed it to give him... more.

His cock felt like it was moments from exploding, twitching along with her until seed was leaking from him in constant drips. He wished it’d spend and give him release instead of easing the pressure – until she ramped it up again. Even his tentacles were writhing, flinging lubricant and seed they’d incidentally collected on their tips.

Liquid stopped bursting from her, yet she continued to twist and contort. Her features were so furrowed she looked like she was in agony, yet her hard nipples and scent said otherwise. He ignored the anguish on her face, and let her body speak to him.

“Oh god. Fuck, please, Ingram,” she cried, until she had to let go of her shirt to still his hand with both of hers. It rode up to her ribs, flashing him her navel and stomach. “Please. No more.”

The tiniest growl rumbled in his chest, but he did stop.

He was rewarded by her falling against him languidly, thighs spread. His fingers were still deep within her as her chest rapidly expanded and compressed with fast breaths. She twitched the entire time, the muscles of her biceps, legs, and back spasming. He was a little confused when she clasped his hand between her thighs and ground on his fingers. She bit her lips as a stifled, quiet groan escaped past them.

Once she was no longer moving, sense flittered back to him. Had he gone too hard or rough? He hadn’t realised he might have been too aggressive and uncontrolled in his enthusiasm.

“Did I... do good?” he asked, wriggling his two fingers inside her. “My hand and legs are all wet with you now.”

She’d come everywhere, and he was pleased that it was marking him. He had the urge to remove his fingers and smear it across his chest.