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Story: A Soul to Revive

She would have thought after multiple orgasms, he couldn’t produce a large amount of semen. She was wrong, made evident by his current release, as rope after rope shot from him. He shuddered the entire time, squeezing her against him as he removed his fingers before his claws extended and tore at her.

Something had sent the big guy into a lather, and the sun starting to pierce her eyes meant it had gripped him all night.

At least he hadn’t tried to squeeze that monster dick of his into her tender pussy, but she had needed to help him for most of the night. Her lips twisted into a smile at the fact he hadn’t been alone in that, since he’d utilised his fingers for her pleasure between each of his own.

She’d grown tired halfway through and just let him touch her however he needed while he stroked himself. He didn’t seem to care that he was masturbating over her, so long as he wasn’t by himself.

He’d said he was content to do it so long as Emerie stayed on his lap – she took that compromise so she could just... rest. The more he came, the less it seemed to mess with his mind. He was more controlled after the third time.

I swear... he’s the horniest fucker I’ve ever met.

She wondered if all his kind were like this, or if Ingram was just... different. She hoped it was just him, otherwise any female they set their horny dicks on might be doomed.

When Ingram was finished doing a good job of covering his own hand and both her knees in Duskwalker jizz, he started softening.

She took the opportunity before it was too late.

“I’m tired,” she whined, burying her face into his firm chest. “No more. Put it away.”

“I don’t know how to make it go away,” he admitted, still gripping its drained length.

“Stop touching it!” She would have tried to push it inside him, but the last time she’d attempted that, it had given him an erection again because of her touch.

“But it feels good,” he falsely whined, burying his face against the crook of her neck and shoulder, rubbing it back and forth. “And you smell so nice – it keeps making me ache.”

She clenched her already closed thighs together like that would help. “Awaaay.”

The chuckle that rumbled from him was so carefree and charming, it dissolved any irritation she held.

“Okay, little butterfly. I will try.”

He pushed his deflated dick down and his tentacles wrapped around it. Then he pressed both within his seam and held it shut. Just as he let go, a stray tentacle tip flopped out, and he had to grip it closed once more.

“Bloody hell,” she cursed. “What an effort to put one’s own penis away.”

He chuckled once more, and her chest was warmed by it, followed by a tender ache. “It is all your fault. You made me wait so long to touch you.”

Her lips pressed tight as her eyes narrowed into a glare. “The fact a Demon didn’t stumble upon us so close to the Veil is a miracle.”

“Perhaps all your screaming scared them off.”

Her jaw dropped, and her face grew blistering hot in embarrassment. “You did not just say that to me!”

This time, he burst into laughter as his orbs morphed to bright yellow. “This is fun.”

“What? Teasing me when it was probably all your roars that freaked out the entire forest?!”

She threw her hand behind her to emphasise their unnaturally silent surroundings.

“Yes,” he admitted, before leaning back. He cupped her face with his cum-covered hand, which only mixed in with the dry streaks and globs of it already stuck to her. “But I have also never felt... this. I have not felt satisfied in some form, or laughed like this with someone who is not my kindred. Thank you for sharing in my desire.”

Her blush turned into a shier one as she averted her gaze nervously under the heavy weight of his yellow orbs, as well as her own emotions.

“Please don’t be charming right now,” she quietly grumbled. “It just makes me want to...” She eyed his beak, her heart shrivelling a little. “I wish I could kiss you.”

“But you did kiss me,” he answered, tilting his head as though he was puzzled.

She bit at the corner of her lips and rubbed at her arm. “I mean one we can share.”

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