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Still, he grabbed her knee and shoved it down, stopping her from escaping. Her look had told him all it needed to.

She wasn’t ready, and he was beginning to worry that she never would be.

But right now, he had a dozen wants, and he was going to give in to one of them. He just hoped she was willing to welcome it because he thought he’d drown in his own drool if she didn’t.

He leant back, wiped her slick over his chest to mark himself in her scent, then grabbed both her thighs. She struggled against him, then gasped in surprise when he pushed her across the bedding.

He bent over her, keeping her knees parted for himself, and kept his sight on her expression as he lowered his head. His tongue slipped out and over the curve of his beak as he drew closer.

When she bit her lip and didn’t even try to stop him, her eyes glued to his skull and orbs, he slipped his long tongue out as far as he could. It dipped into her damp folds, and he softly abraded her sensitive clit with his tastebuds as it slipped down the slit of her pussy. Her taste tingled his tongue and made his scales, spikes, and flesh react instantly. Every inhuman part of him puffed and trembled – even his tail curled.

Her moan and his groan mixed into the air to become one quiet song.

Fuck.He wished he had another form of praise he could utter, but it would do for now.She tastes so good. So sweet and pleasant.

He dipped his body, leaned on his elbows and knees, and pushed all of what could extend past the tip of his beak inside her pussy. She coated all of him in her decadent taste, and he couldn’t stop from twisting his tongue as he pushed it back and forth, desperately hoping she’d give him more.

Emerie threw her arm over her face as her back bowed. The other one shot down so she could palm the curve of his beak, gripping it so she could hold on as her hips tilted back and forth.

And, little by little, her dress rode up until her little shallow navel was exposed. He’d never seen the dipping plane of her stomach before, and the fact she was so lost to her pleasure because of his tongue, had him falling deeper into his own.

Giving was just as exciting as receiving, but that may have been because he was stealing her sweet nectar in return.

His tongue wiggled inside her, discovering and licking every part. When she didn’t come for him like he wanted, just squirmed and bucked with high-pitched but quiet cries, he slipped two fingers between the inner walls of her deliciously soft pussy and the underside of his thin tongue.

He took up more room, wanting her to feel his long and dexterous tongue more firmly against the places he’d already discovered were more tender.

“Ohhh,god,” she moaned, her thighs spreading as her feet lifted off the ground. She gave in when he twisted his hand so his knuckles were facing downward, and he added a third finger. “Ingram!”

The snarl that came from him was one of utter satisfaction.

Her stretched cunt not only clamped his fingers and tongue as she came, but sucked on them like she wanted to swallow him deeper into her depths. Ingram stole every little drop, greedy and hungry for it, wetting his dry throat with her tangy taste.

The sight of her coming from him like this was beautiful. She fluttered like he wanted her to, her hair moving in rivers as she tossed her head. One moment her thighs and calves tried to squish his beak and skull, the next they parted as her back arched in waves.

So pretty. So arousing. So perfect.

And when she was done crying out for him, he slipped his fingers from her and took back his tongue. He gently buried his beak into her instead, so he could carry her scent on it permanently, and he could breathe her in for as long as it lingered. He even wiggled his head subtly.

He’d almost,almost, messed up when he pulled it out and had been about to lick it off so he could taste just another drop more.

She was so languid and dizzy from her own pleasure that, when he grabbed her knees and yanked her closer, she didn’t do anything but lay there. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes barely open, and her lips stayed parted on shaking huffs.

That was until he ground the head of his cock up through her pretty pink folds and all the way down him. She moaned, as did he, while he stared at her exposed abdomen.

When he’d tugged her closer, the weight of her on her dress had gotten it caught. It was crumpled just underneath her breasts, so close to giving him the naughty peek at her chest he was craving.

Emerie looked down and pushed against his stomach when his tentacles circled around her thighs.

He grabbed both her hands and wrapped them around the head of his cock to help stroke him, as well as show her what he was intending. He kept his left palm around both of hers and fucked his cock into their tangled hands. The underside of his erection stroked where he desperately wanted to sink inside of, and he let the wetness, softness, and heat of her pussy soothe him.

If this was all he could take right now, then he would take it. His cock was hard, and it throbbed with such a profound ache after tasting, teasing, and watching her, he knew he was about to lose his mind.

Already his embedded seed sacs clenched hard, threatening to make him spill. He was close from his own excitement pushing him along without assistance.

With his free hand, he dipped it underneath her dress to hold her left breast. He didn’t know if he was playing with it right, if it felt good for her, but it was divine in his palm. So soft and jiggly as he bounced her with his hips. So much fun to play with.

Ingram’s head tilted back all the way until he was looking up at the tent’s ceiling.