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Story: A Soul to Revive

“That felt amazing,” she whispered around pants. “I’ve never squirted before.”

Ah, so that’s what it was called.

He would have been upset that she was talking about past experiences with other males, but it was overshadowed by his own self-pride. If he was the first, then he was the only one. By her reaction, he knew she’d adored it.

Ingram lifted his palm so he could look at his fingers buried again. The inside of her felt different than before, rougher and like he was being sucked deeper.

Since he’d loosened her further, he earned himself a surprised gasp when he slipped out a little and then shoved back in with his index finger joining the other two. It was tight, required a bit of pressure, but she’d easily given way – at least against his strength.

“T-too much!”

He didn’t think so.

He couldn’t scent blood, and she had accepted them. Could he work in another? He was having fun playing with her stretchy hole.

Just as he pulled back a little, she grabbed his hand. “You betternotbe about to shove a fourth in.”

“Fine,”he bit, pushing back in with just the three. “You are so warm inside here. Soft.” He rubbed the back of his thumb against her clit, and she twitched in his arms. “You feel like the inside of my seam.”

Well, not currently, as it was all pushed forward to stabilise his throbbing erection. But before, when he was soft and needed a place to be sheltered...

At his thoughts, his head jerked. His sight found his aching cock.

Currently, the nagging, mind-fuzzing desire in it was... comfort. It sought release, yes, but it also sought more wetness, more warmth; a place to shelter him while he blissfully thrust until he could drain his sacs of their seed-swollen pressure.

His sight darted to her cunt. Her warm, sweet, wet cunt fluttering her fragile heartbeat around his fingers.

Desire and need clung to his chest, digging its claws in as realisation dawned.

Ingram groaned as he wriggled his fingers inside her snug channel, realising he’d been playing exactly where he needed to be.

Her thighs clamped his hand once more to still him, her features twitching with a wince.

“Nhn.Sensitive,” she whimpered.

“Emerie.” He shuddered, removing his fingers and spreading her lips with two of them. He spread her entrance to peek inside her, to see for himself that she had a place for him. “Inside here. I want to bury my cock inside here.”

She immediately stiffened in his arms before rolling to her side so she could partially kneel while facing him.

“No, Ingram. You won’t fit.”

Sure, he could. She was stretchy, her little pussy showing him it was adaptable to size.

He wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer, almost forcing her legs around his hips. “Please. I will be gentle. I will go... slow.” When the heat of her folds pressed against the underside of his throbbing cock, he had to fight with himself not to quickly shove her on it. “I will not hurt you.”

Suddenly, her scent became suffocating in the most wonderful way.

He lifted his hand, inspecting where it was covered in both clear liquid and a creamy substance. An overwhelming need to taste it made his mouth flood with drool.

“I’m too swollen and tender for you to eventryright now. You’re too big, too hard, too... excited.”

Ingram stopped listening the moment he licked his fingers. He was too busy trying to shove his entire hand into his maw so he could curl his tongue around it and steal every bit of her tangy liquid.

His sight blackened, closing, as he violently shuddered.

Had he known she tasted so good, he would have speared her with his tongue.

He gripped her arse, shoved himself against her, and rocked her as he thrust his hips. “Inside, Emerie.” What had she called it, the action? “I want tofuck. I want you to shelter me as I come.”

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