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“It... is?”he asked, her reassuring smile soothing him. She wouldn’t do that if she was angry or frightened of him... right?“Why is this so important for females to have privacy? I thought clothing was for warmth, since humans do not have fur or scales.”

Ingram was interested in discovering more about this. All he’d known was that males and females produced their own distinct scents – it didn’t matter their species.

She’d told him that she didn’t have a dick and instead a... pussy. The question was: did it look the same as what he had, and what was its purpose?

Her smile flattened but didn’t disappear. It was a warning for the giggle she produced next.

“Clothing for humans is more than that. I can’t believe I’m about to say this...” she grumbled, averting her gaze as pinkness flared in her cheeks again. “We, uh, aren’t like you. Our privates aren’t hidden within like you were, so they’re constantly exposed. We don’t show them to people unless we are about to be... intimate with them.”

Their privates are on the outside?

She wouldn’t have noticed since his orbs never revealed where he was truly looking, but he darted his gaze to the vee area between her thighs. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what she had, but he was growing more curious from everything she taught him.

Emerie crossed her arms over her torso to shield it, sticking her hands under her armpits.

“Women also have breasts on our chests, and we like to keep them hidden too, same with our arses.”

Ah, so that’s what the lumps on her chest were called. He’d seen them on females, and he noted hers weren’t the largest he’d seen, but they definitely weren’t small.

“These are places that can only be touched and seen by those who are special to you?”

When she nodded, it only made him wonder, once again, why he couldn’t be special to her.

Her touch felt nice. Could I not make her feel good in return?

If these were secret places, did it mean they were sensitive like his dick? Could he touch and stroke them to make her produce seed as well? Could... she produce cum?

Ingram liked Emerie. She’d been kind and understanding towards him, and the more he discovered about humans, the more he found her... pretty. He’d never had the time to assess a human, let alone a female one, that wasn’t screaming in fear and about to be eaten by him.

Until now.

Every second he spent with her, more and more things began to click into place for him.

Her pleasant scent he couldn’t name. The sound of her voice and how it eased him. And her orange hair kept stealing his attention, especially when it was glowing in the bright sunshine like it did now. He liked that her eyelashes had the same glow, and they warmed the ice of her blue eyes.

Now that he knew herfreckleswere a part of her, he found them cute.

Her expressions confused him, but he wanted to unravel the simple mysteries of them. Even more so since she never looked at him with fear or disdain – although often with wariness.

And what she’d just taught him about her body, that what lay underneath her clothing was naughty to reveal, only made him want to see it more. The features he’d first thought were insignificant – like her breasts, her arse, and that vee between her thighs – were suddenly very,veryintriguing.

Ingram had a new appreciation for them.

His purple sight darkened a little when movement shifted behind his seam as he stared down at her breasts.I want to see the naughty places on her.

He wanted to know what they looked like. Would they be soft or firm in his hands? Were they boring or fun to play with?

He’d thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure she’d given him with her hands, and he was starting to crave the idea of doing it in return so she could experience it.

I want to touch,he thought with a groan, just as his seam started to part.

“Ingram?” she called, breaking him from his predatory gaze on her. He looked up, tilted his head, and flicked his long and flat tongue out so he could lick over the top of his beak in interest. “Can you please give me some privacy so I can bathe? The sun will go down soon, and the water will already be cold.”

There was something about her expression that nagged at him. It was a little pale, and it was obvious she was attempting to look anywhere but in his direction.

When cool air brushed over the exposed flesh of his cock, he looked down and inspected the partially jutting shaft. His sitting position was mostly hiding it.

“But I want to stay,”he grumbled.