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She wasn’t shying away like she once had when unclothed, instead allowing him to drink his fill of her with his greedy gaze. She had no qualms about being exposed to him, although it was obvious she didn’t want the world to see.

He was the only one special enough to her.

Like he couldn’t help himself, he circled his claw around her nipple once more, just because he wanted to see it stiffen in reaction to him and his touch. So sensitive, and all his.

Her scent had long ago flooded with deep arousal that had flushed her chest and cheeks. Every second that he didn’t place his hands directly against her pleasure spots, the more she fluttered for him.

Twitching, she gave pants and sharp breaths – even when he only grazed innocent places like the back of her calf or thigh. He liked that he could elicit such a carnal and passionate reaction with just the barest of teases.

“Why are you still crying, Ingram?” she asked. He paused as he darted his sight to her face. “Especially when your orbs are pink.”

“Because I am... happy you are here when I thought I had lost you. I am overcome by my love for you right now.”

“I love you, too.” Her own eyes prickled with tears, and she cupped the underside of his jaw with both hands. “You are very pretty like this.”

If he had feathers, she would have ruffled them completely. Her compliments always made his chest feel light and fluffy.

The colour brightened in intensity. “I always thought I was pretty,” he playfully grumbled. “I am the only Mavka with a beak.”

Her smile grew. She cupped the underside of his beak and bent closer. “Kiss?” she asked with such an airy and heated voice.

It stroked him on a deep level, like she was trying to brush against his soul with just a single word.

Yes, he wanted to kiss. He always wanted to, now that he knew how good it felt, and how much it spread tenderness throughout his heart, thawing it completely for a time.

A pant fell from him and parted his beak, as he held the side of her face and licked across her tongue when she shot it out for him. The moment their tastebuds tickled across each other’s, he sought to fill her mouth completely.

She wouldn’t let him – at least, not without a fight.

It was her way of playing with him, of making the kiss equal before he always won. Each lick had him holding her tighter and tighter like he wanted to sink her inside his torso.

“I never thought I would get to kiss you again,” he almost groaned, just as he sunk his tongue inside the warm, damp sweetness of her mouth. “Or hold you, touch you.”

Her eyes crinkled in anguish, but it was quickly replaced as he pushed more inside, dominating her mouth and her thoughts. She moaned, before swelling a panted, lost breath around it. Then, she tossed her head to the side and buried it against his neck.

“W-why aren’t you touching me?” she softly whined, and her hardened nipples grazed over the scales on his chest, making them puff. She started rubbing them against him now that they were sharper for her.

She ground her clit against his abdomen, as she had been for quite some time. Other than sweeping her hands over his chest, shoulders, back, and neck, touching him everywhere she could, there was no other way for her to tease him.

He was holding her in the air, safely up against him.

“My pussy aches. I know you can smell how turned on I am.” She brushed little kisses against his neck. “Please. I can’t take much more.”

“I want to touch you,” he answered. “And be one with you.”

Ingram had just wanted to worship his bride first.

To hold her in an adoring embrace.

However, the fact she was trying to instigate further intimacy all on her own, made his scales and spikes lift all over his body. His cock gave a deep, groin-piercing throb, and his sight finally flickered from pink to deep purple.

His love, and his desire for her, battled in his vision.

When his tentacles shifted to circle his engorging cock to keep him inside, purple won out.

She kept grinding on him as she whispered, “I was so scared that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t be able to be with you. I... need to feel that this is real, that I’m really here with you.”

He drifted his hand down her body and gave her arse a rough knead and grab. Then he dipped between her pretty thighs as he sheathed his claws.