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“Emerie,” he groaned, his hips twitching as he thrust. He could feel her clit moving back and forth inside his groove, and he never thought something so small could feel so wonderful.

The fact that she seemed to like it there, her wicked mouth letting out sharp, hitching sounds, made it all the better.

His panted, Emerie-slick-stained breaths grew sharper, more frantic.I want inside her. I want to feel her around me as I come.It would feel amazing – he just knew it. So warm and blissful as she held him within her.

Like every time he was about to spend, agony and ecstasy clutched at his groin like two sets of claws. He thrust harder, faster, pitifully seeking its soul-stealing, mind-shattering end.

It was like his first rope of seed crawled up his cock rather than shooting out like the rest that followed.

So close.Why did it have to feel like forever?Please... I need release.He didn’t know who he was begging; he didn’t care so long as they saved him.Hurts so badly.

She whispered little moans for him, like his thrusting against her clit felt as good for her as it did for him.

Her soft palms trapped between his big fist felt divine around the head and rim of his cock. He squeezed tighter, needing more pressure even as he worried about crushing her delicate fingers. Even more so when he let out a roaring groan as his body finally gave in to his feverish movements.

With shorter, twitching, wet pumps, he came into both their hands. Ingram shuddered, his sight going dark, as he let euphoria take hold and set his spirit alight.

His beak parted further and further, and he trembled with each hard spurt. He only looked down when the worst of them had eased the pressure and tension within him.

He found Emerie with her eyes wide and glued to their hands as he drained hot liquid into them. By the end, he’d drenched them both, and his thrusting had created the tiniest gap for a single burst to shoot up her torso.

When he was done, his vision pulsing from his satisfaction, he released his fist.

With her lips parted, she gaped at her seed-soaked hands. The liquid webbed as it clung to itself, to her, to his fist and cock.

In a visceral, feral need, he pushed her hands against her own stomach until he’d marked her with his fluids all the way to her crumpled dress sitting just underneath her mounds.

Then he removed his hand from her breast, pressed it against the ground near her shoulder, and leaned over her. With his seed-covered hand, he cupped the side of her face and drew a wet line across her pale-pink lips.

“Did I hurt you?” he grated, his voice hoarse and croaked.

“No.”

He dipped his thumb inside her mouth so he could coat her tongue with his taste. She flinched at first, but then sucked on it, claw and all, and a jolting thrill shot through him.

“Good,” he answered, hoping that meant next time she would welcome him inside her.

For now... he just wanted to play with his seed and spread it all over her. Mark her, as the other Mavka had marked their females. To keep them away, to keep everything away, or it would face the wrath of his claws.

“W-what are you doing?” she whispered when he palmed down her stomach and collected more of his scent.

“I don’t understand why, but it makes me uncomfortable that you are near other males.” He sheathed his claws again, slipped his fingertips over her clit and then pressed two seed-drenched fingers inside her.

I like this. I want to put it everywhere, cover her from head to toe in my seed.

“Nhn,” she groaned and twisted away, her legs closing. “Sensitive.”

He’d done what he wanted. Made her taste him and pushed some inside her. So he removed them.

His head tilted when he noticed something he never had before.She... has a second hole?If he’d known she had a second place to pleasure, he would have teased it earlier.

He didn’t know why she had two pussies, or why this one looked different. Still, he dropped his wet fingers down to it, wanting to fill it with seed too. Since he’d been able to see it was tight and small, he only pushed one finger inside.

Emerie squeaked and tensed, and the stretchy ring – that felt very different to her pussy – clamped tight around his middle knuckle. Her knees shot up to her chest, and she grabbed his wrist.

“Ingram,” she rasped, the docile, lazy-lidded gaze she’d been wearing now bright and alert.

“No?” he asked, not understanding the problem. He’d been allowed to touch everywhere else.