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Cold magic burst between them in a flurry of purple glitters and dancing streams of light.

“Oh!”she moaned, just as her toes curled, her feet pointed, and her back arched in blissful anguish.

With her bright-orange hair spilled out across the messed-up bedding, Ingram’s claws stuck up through the strands like a crown as he cradled her head. He supported it, even when it tipped back as he, in one solid, firm, and steady thrust, mounted her until he bottomed out.

Then he gave a deeply satisfied growl as he struck her flesh with his claws and shoved even further.

He watched her gaping expression, her icy-blue eyes dilating into saucers when her eyelids flashed open. Magic radiated between them, and the glitters of it made her appear even more entrancing and mesmerising than before.

It added to her colourful essence.

It was difficult to drink in her features when his legs quaked, his tail twisting and thumping in reaction to her sweet little cunt rippling along the length of him. It sucked him as he dug deeper and deeper.

The further he went, feeling her body making way for him with a snug, squeezing pressure at the tip of his cock, the more his aggression and anxiety from earlier were pushed from him. Instead, they were replaced with utter exhilaration.

He didn’t even know when Emerie had slapped her hands over his beak to cover his nose holes with her palms, but he barely noticed them over the intensity of their bodies joining.

When she’d been riding him, all he’d been able to think about was them becoming one. A physical bond so deep it transcended their flesh and moulded them into a single being. To connect until they were linked, and his tentacles had her in their grasp to secure it.

It’d nagged at him, ate at him with sharp fangs, shaking and tossing its head. He’d needed her to accept all of him until she greedily took every bit he had to give.

His claws and fingertips had ached, and all he’d been able to register was that he needed and craved them puncturing. Not in a way that was violent, but in a way that had his heart swelling with tenderness.

So, when he was seated all the way inside her and his tentacles could cuddle her within their depths, something within his mind and heart shifted.

When he slipped his claws from her, he enacted two spells. One that was conscious as he healed her to reduce her mind-numbing blood scent, and a second that was subconscious.

In that moment, buried within the nurturing warmth of her damp core, all he wanted was to completely and utterly protect her.

His sight closed just as a purple dome formed above them, and the blood scent in the air reduced significantly – as if it was the sacrifice required.

For most of his life, he’d rarely used magic; he’d never needed it... until her. Now, it was as though he’d been holding onto it just so he could lavish every drop of it on her.

He lifted her just high enough so he could grip her plump arse, and ground in harder just to make sure she’d taken every bit of him. Then, with him nestled in the cradle of her thighs and leaning on his elbows, Emerie completely sprawled in his arms, he lay there.

He didn’t need nor want to move. His cock was unbelievably hard, but her tender, snuggling core melted away any unbearable ache in it. She was warm and wet; it was absolute perfection.

The fact he could feel her fragile heartbeat softly fluttering not just against his chest but also around his cock meant he could stay there forever.

“Ingram...?” she croaked, only to pause when he slipped his pinkie claw into her mouth to quieten her.

Her uttering his name had his cock engorging with blood and seed. He was in a strange limbo, unsure if he was able to come after just one thrust or not.

He felt as though he was a single movement away from shattering into her. How could she feel this wonderful, this serene and mystical at the same time? It was like he’d been waiting his whole damn life for this moment with her.

“Please,” she pleaded, her voice so soft and heated. She wiggled her hips back and forth under the tight press of him crushing her. “I’m so close. Please fuck me.”

“Nghn,fuck,” he groaned, his cock jerking in reaction to her begging for him to thrust.

The moment he pulled back and her body clung to him, desperately trying not to let him go, Ingram was lost – tangled in her trance. All his senses fizzled out, except for everything involving her.

The feel of her in his arms, her sweet cunt, her breaths against his chest. Her strawberry-and-primrose scent twisted into the naughtiest, most wicked aroma. Her little sounds.

He thrust back in when he was only halfway out, needing back within her warmth. His sight darkened completely as he began to tense, his body shaking wildly.

“Oh, gods.” She braved letting go of his beak to dig her little nails into his sides.

With his second thrust, she weakly bit into his chest. His head lay upon the ground as euphoria took hold, too heavy for him to hold up under the onslaught of sensation.