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Wincing as she stretched over the head, she bounced to add pressure to her weight baring down. His lubricant aided them, and she was utterly thankful for it.

Then the head popped past her entrance. Her bounce shoved her down at least an inch as well.

With a wince and a pained gasp tearing through her like a blade, her nails dug into his chest. She couldn’t hold it.

“So tight,” he groaned. When she lunged forward off him to flee, he let out the smallest whine. “Down, Emerie. I want more. I want inside your little pussy.”

He brushed the side of his skull against her sweat-slicked forehead, his chest heaving with excited breaths. It almost felt like he was silently pleading for her to mount him.

“I will,” she rasped out. “You’re just... big, Ingram. I need to adjust.”

But she would. Because no matter what happened tonight, she was getting that big fucking Duskwalker cock in her, whatever it took. It might be slow and painful at first, but she was going to ride him, and she was not stopping until she did. She wanted to be so full and messy with his cum that it was dripping down her legs.

She was also intending for it to feel good for both of them. His arms were tied for that reason, to force patience on him.

Now that she’d given her body a breather, she nudged the warm, slick, already seed-drenched head against her entrance once more. She bit her lip hard as she pushed herself down. The head popped through faster, and although it was chunky and felt like it was trying to split her in two, it wasn’t so painful that she needed to run away.

Ingram let out a contented growl and continued to brush his skull against her to encourage her. His hips rocked, desperate to move her on him but unable to.

Emerie wiggled her hips side to side as she shoved further down, slowly gaining more and more inches. He was so thick that the pressure was immense, and she knew she was stretched to her absolute limit.

She’d always been small, had always struggled a little at first when taking even a human. Now, she was sinking around a monster dick, and it was a challenge.

She was also really turned on and wanted this more than anything. She wantedhimmore than she had ever wanted anyone.

Everything was moist, and his heat was soothing. The burning stretch was also accompanied by him pushing against all of her most tender places in such a deep and unfamiliar way. Everywhere inside her received attention, and his little spiking scales scraped her G-spot and had her panting and trying to swallow more.

He bottomed out, and she squirmed to make absolutely sure he had utterly filled her to her limit. Even her clit felt tight, as if the tension and pressure radiated beyond her insides. For a little while, she rested and waited for herself to soften.

I can feel his heartbeat,she thought dazedly, tenderness radiating in her chest. Then she giggled as the very tips of his tentacles swayed under her thighs.That tickles.

At least they told her she’d taken him halfway, which is more than she thought she would be able to.

He’s finally inside me.Gosh, she’d wanted this for days – since back in the forest. A part of her couldn’t believe they were finally doing this, that she had a Duskwalker’s cock wedged as deep as it could go inside her.

His chest released tiny whines, and she leaned back just enough so she could face him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, pressing her lips and face against the side of his hard beak.

“More,” he pleaded, causing her to laugh weakly.

Of course he wanted more. How many times had he demanded or pleaded for it now?

“I can’t give you more.” She rotated side to side to show him he had nowhere else to go. “But I can move for you.”

She slid up about a quarter of the way, then pushed back down. His moan was instant, and he let them out frequently as she moved on him.

“I adore the way you sound,” she whispered against his cool bone. “It’s so faint and soft.”

“You’re so warm inside,” he rasped, as more whines echoed from him. “Tight and hot. How can you feel so good?”

His deep voice washed over her like a wave, and she moaned as she quickened her pace. She wanted him to keep talking and knew anything he said right now was going to make her deliciously burn hotter, more feverish with need.

“Yeah? You like the way I feel around you?” she purred, her lips parting on a moan at the way his cock stroked her insides and her nipples scraped against his scales.

“Feels even better than I thought. I never imagined...” His groan was bubbly and broken. “Deeper, Emerie. I want to feel you completely.”

He tilted his head back the faster she stroked him with the walls of her pussy, and his hips tried to thrust harder. He jiggled side to side as if he was trying to free his arms. The more he spoke, the harder he pulled.