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He wanted to prolong it, to keep her here in this blissful state.

He moved his fingers in and out, unsure of how to touch her from behind like this. All he knew was that she drenched them, moaned around them. That she enjoyed them so much, she was quick to spasm around them again and let out another delirious cry.

And every sound she made, every twitch that danced across her body, every bit of her in this moment, had his cock swelling in waves. His cock was slick, and already a bubble of seed had formed at the tip.

He didn’t even need her touch for her to stroke him. She was doing it to his mind, his senses, and his entire essence ached for more.

Ingram laid her down gently against the thin bedding on the floor of the tent.

She tried to stay latched to him, so he licked at her lips to distract and ease her. He removed his fingers and pushed her thighs apart, forcing them off him so he could bring his arm between them. Any worry or trepidation in her features was lost when she suddenly arched with her body twisting as he shoved his fingers back inside her.

Kneeling over her on a straightened arm, he watched her squirm as he pumped his hand between her thighs. Her orange hair spilled against the brown bedding moved side to side like a bendy river. Her chin lifted, exposing the precious column of her throat, and revealed just how fast her delicate pulse was going.

“That’s a good little butterfly,” he grated around panted, scent-tasting breaths, as he leaned down to lick across her neck. “Flutter for me.”

His other hand roamed under her dress so he could palm her thigh, her hip bone, her side. When he made contact with her right breast, giving the hard and firm bud a flick, she let out a sharp cry.

Ingram moved lower and slipped his tongue across the part of her chest that was exposed, letting it dip into the valley between her breasts that was hidden away by her dress. Despite material being in the way, he went lower and swirled it over and around her left breast. He continued to tease it when she clung to his entire skull and one of her hands fisted one of his horns.

He wet her dress with his copious amount of drool, and it revealed pale pinkness behind it right where her hard nipple was. He hadn’t known if it had a colour or not, but it was a similar, yet lighter, shade to the flesh his fingers were delving inside of.

He hated that he couldn’t see properly.

He wanted her fully unclothed and bared to him. He wanted to see all of her, and touch without a barrier keeping him from her.

Leaning back to stare down at her, one nipple barely visible through her dress while the impression of his hand played with the other, he considered it. He considered ripping this vile piece of clothing off her until he had exposed her to his sight and touch.

It would be so easy. With just a small amount of pressure from his claws, he could slice it open.

With the way she was moaning, her cunt clamping around his fingers like she was close to spilling again, he doubted she would have noticed what he’d done until it was too late.

But he didn’t.

He wanted her trust. He wanted her to enjoy this without the taint of betrayal. He wanted her to think of him as good, and gentle, and patient, so that she would widen her thighs around his hips and let him sink his deeply aching cock into her hot, snug pussy.

Ingram was becoming crazed for it, his orbs such a dark purple that the only bright thing in his vision was her.

He darted his sight down, his beak pressing against his chest, so he could watch his fingers touching. He saw nothing but glossy orange curls, her white underwear hiding everything else from him.

With an annoyed growl, he tore that strip of cloth from her body. She’d already done it for him, seeming to have no issue keeping his sight from here. His growl faded until it was a pleased rumble as he viewed her.

His dark-grey fingers were stark against her slick pink flesh, her entrance stretching around them as he moved them back and forth.

Fuck. So pretty.His cock jerked, and a drop of seed fell down between them and splattered against her inner thigh. Her lips were puffy, swollen, and yet her folds were spread like the wings of the very creature he named her after.

She looked just as delicate and fragile.

Her core was soft, plump, and dripping. It cuddled his fingers with heat and rippling texture, and her arousal smelt so fucking good it was muddling his mind.

He wanted to taste it, fuck it, nuzzle his whole body and face against it.

The arch of her foot knocked against the side of his throbbing cock, kicking a thrill through his entire being. He was so aroused, just that simple, accidental touch blasted him with need.

He slipped his fingers from her and drew away from her breast so he could lean over her on straightened arms. Ingram shuddered, resisting the urge to wedge himself against her little hole until he’d breeched it.

Gentle,he reminded himself. He needed to. He needed to remember that she was afraid of him, that he’d already shown her he couldn’t control himself. He’d been too rough, too excited in the past.Don’t hurt her.

“I-Ingram?” she panted, closing her creamy thighs while staring at his cock hovering above her. She’d bitten her lip, but her eyes were stark and nervous.