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This was the first time Emerie had been fully unclothed in front of someone since the night she’d lost everything. She’d always been too afraid her partner would grow... uncomfortable. She’d been worried their attraction to her would dissipate or they would act differently in the moment and steal all the sensuality from it.

She didn’t feel any of that with Ingram.

There had never been any judgement from him, nor any human biases of beauty. At every turn, he’d made her feel bewitching, like she’d put him under some kind of lust-filled spell. He touched at her scars as though they were like any part of her: not too much to bring attention to them in an attempt to reassure her, or too little and make her feel as though he was avoiding them.

He reminded her they were there, that they were a part of her, but his touch and gaze had always made her feel like it was because it was just her. He accepted them like he’d accepted her freckles or her orange hair – not something less or more, but something simply there.

Her bashful, self-aware gaze was akin to what any woman would feel when being exposed to their partner for the first time. Somehow it heated her skin in the most delicious and lascivious way.

She panted through lips that were tender and tingling from his tongue petting back and forth between them. Her nipples stiffened further at his stare on them, and her pussy pulsed more arousal slick from her centre, that crawl of liquid slipping along her folds.

His cock resting against her abdomen jerked and tapped her when he suddenly swelled. The subtle yet visceral reaction from him had her licking at her lips to re-wet them.

A shiver tore through her when he raked a claw up her side until he found her bare chest. He teased her left nipple before drifting to the side where the tightness of her scarring was. Most of it was numb, but the spots that were sensitive caused her to rasp out hitching breaths.

He brought his other hand up to cup her other breast, and the softness of it moulded straight into his palm like a contained drop of water.

“Pretty female,” he panted out as he circled a claw tip around her right nipple, following the bumps of her areola, while flicking his thumb over the smaller one. “Such a lovely colour.”

He drifted his right hand down her body, teasing it along his path. Her side, her abdomen, the orange hair on her pubic mound. Emerie gasped and shot up higher when he sheathed his claws of that hand without her knowing, and shoved two fingers inside her.

Then he lifted her, braced her back with his arm so her spine would bow, and gave her a heavy lick across her sternum. Her head fell back, and the tips of her hair danced at the top of her arse. She cuddled his skull as best as she could, eventually grabbing ahold of his short goat horns when he dabbed over both her nipples.

His fingers inside her were slow, and she was so turned on that the glide of them was easy. She wantonly ground onto them to get them deeper.

“More, Ingram,” she pleaded around airy pants. When his fingers only picked up speed, her vision split and her insides clenched.Feels so good,she thought, but she still shook her head. “I-I want you to stretch me. Fill me up with your fingers.”

He let out a heated huff through his opened beak, and the wave of it tickled across her damp chest. His hand shot down to grab her arse in a firm squeeze, holding her still as he fed her a third, thick digit.

She tightened around it, but he’d already done this to her multiple times. Emerie easily loosened up.

Just a little more.

His long, thin tongue swirled around each nipple at different intervals. How could such a lengthy, drooling limb feel this wonderful against them? The sensation was so strange, especially when he managed to wrap around one totally and even give it a pinch.

His cock slipped back and forth against her waving abdomen as she undulated. His lubricant smeared her, and she wanted nothing more than to grip him and pleasure him in return.

She couldn’t, not yet. She didn’t want Ingram ticking over to his own need too soon.

“C-can you spread your fingers?”

She let out a squeaking moan when he did it, and the stretch of all three had her wincing. She stilled his hand before trying to push it away, just as she pulled his head back from her chest.

Okay, I... I think I’m ready now.

“You did not come, Emerie,” he quietly stated, his voice low and hoarse. He closed his fingers, pressed them deep, and wiggled them.

She clamped them as she let out a shaken moan.Oh fuck.She was tempted to let him continue until he’d forced an orgasm from her. Still, she halted his hand, not wanting her energy to wane just yet.

Her eyelids were heavy as she took in his raven skull.

She dabbed her tongue at the seam of her lips. “Can I tie you up?”

His head cocked. “But I want to touch you.” He removed his fingers from her pussy so he could circle them around her clit. “Was I not making you feel good?”

“It was amazing,” she purred reassuringly, brushing her hands up his beak. “But I want to give now. Ipromiseyou won’t regret it.”

Like a carnal, wild male, he smeared her arousal across his chest to cover himself in it. He nodded, and that trust from him meant so much to her.