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Ingram chuckled, surprised to see she still had so much energy. Perhaps she was well rested after being in the afterworld.

He slipped his blood-stained thumb against her lips, content that the smell and sight of it didn’t stir hunger in his stomach, but in other more titillating places. He liked that he was further marking her. “What is a person called when they are addicted to sex?” he asked.

Her brows twitched, unsure of where he was going with this.

“I guess a nymphomaniac, or nymph for short?”

He drew his claw down her chin, her neck, so he could tickle it between her perky breasts. “Are you anymph, my little butterfly bride?”

The last time they’d been intimate, Emerie had barely rested as he took her, repeatedly, for almost two days. Although she’d grown tired, she’d asked for more, just as she had now. Considering how much she’d rejected him in the beginning, had been bashful and shy, he never would have guessed she could be this way.

He wasverydelighted to learn of this development.

“Says the purple-eyed Duskwalker.” She giggled as she slipped the soft and luscious lips of her pussy over the groove underneath his semi-hard cock. “But no, not usually. I guess... I’ve just always wanted someone to make me feel loved, and that I was beautiful, inside and out. That I’m good enough, just as I am.” Even though she was saying things that should have been sad, she cast him a tender smile. “You make me feel all those things, and it just makes me want to ride you until my eyes cross and I become so dizzy that I can’t think about anything else but you. It makes me want to be as close to you as I can be. You mean so much to me, and I want to show you however I can.”

How was it possible for his heart and cock to throb at the same time?

He didn’t know if he just wanted to bring her back into his arms for a cuddle, or fuck her until her expression went silly again. If he wasn’t a towering Duskwalker, and she wasn’t a small human, he would have done both.

Although, he did, absolutely, try.

With the sun on his back and Emerie below him, he was exactly where he wanted to be when he buried his cock inside her.

She is perfect.She was the bride Ingram needed.

Emerie had already been on high alert when she’d seen the wanted poster pinned to the notice board just within Greenshire’s gates. Seeing a sketch of her own face with a reward prize had been unsettling. The title ‘deserter’ had been scribed, with the Demonslayer emblem pressed onto the very top in ink.

She was a criminal. A wanted woman.

Eh,she thought with a shrug.

There was only one person who currently wanted to capture her, and he had elongated, scale-covered arms. He was the only one who could have her.

She didn’t really care if humankind was turning their backs on her. She had already turned hers to them, quite happily, if she were honest.

She loved people, so it wasn’t in hate or spite towards humans, but more because she loved someone, or rather, somethingelse so much more. She was willing to give up normality for him.

That didn’t mean when a guard holding a spear pointed his big finger at her, she didn’t gasp and tightly hold the bag of supplies she had... stolen. What? She didn’t have any money! Kind of hard to have a dime when she had returned from the dead with nothing, not even a pair of underwear.

“You there! Halt!” The guard yelled, as his companion turned around in surprise.

The second guard looked at her quizzically for a moment before he registered who she was. He bolted for her, which caused the first to run for her as well.

Emerie let out a high-pitched squeal, hiked up the skirt of her dress, turned, and legged it. No way in hell was she going to be captured.

Holding her bag of supplies to her chest, trying to make sure nothing fell from it, she turned down a path between two houses. Since they jumped into it, she just kept running. Then Emerie turned left, and then right, before going straight.

She knocked into a few people, having to cartwheel her arms so she didn’t trip and fall over with them, but she kept going.

When she was close to the edge of the town, she checked over her shoulder to make sure they couldn’t see. Then she turned incorporeal and drifted through the town’s protective wooden walls.

She became physical once more.

Running in the direction of the gate, so she could go to the hill beyond it, she glanced to a dark figure who stood on all fours at the top of it. He was mostly hidden by the long, swaying stalks of grass, and perhaps, to an unknowing eye, would be invisible.

Someone must have noticed her pass the open gates because two guards started to chase her from a fair distance away. They should have given up, considering she was leagues ahead of them.

“We need to go!” she shouted just as she came upon Ingram.