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“Away, Duskwalker!” Emerie shouted, shooing him once more with her hands. “Or I won’t bathe at all.”

With an annoyed growl, he stood. Then he huffed as he turned, upset she wouldn’t show him what she looked like underneath her clothing when he was so curious.

On all fours, he stomped into the forest with his tail swishing angrily behind him.

“Good! And you better not watch me from the bushes like a freaking creep or I promise I’ll be really, really upset with you.”

Ingram winced, since he’d been planning to do exactly that.

I take it back. Emerie is mean.

By the time he was far enough away that she was out of sight but not out of earshot, his cock had already gone soft and retreated.

With an annoyed plop, he dropped his backside to the grass with his back to her. He folded his arms across his chest, mimicking her from the few times she’d done it at him when she’d been upset.

She will not let me see. Will not touch me.He tapped his tail tip against the ground as he thought.Why not? I am pretty, and my horns are small and not imposing.He grumbled to himself.How do I make her do these things?

Then something struck him. Something that had his orbs shifting to blue as he scratched at the side of his beak in apprehension.

Is... is it because I am Mavka?

Emerie sighed when the Duskwalker asked yetanotherquestion, wondering when they would end.

With her head craned to look at the sky for mercy, the backs of her hands against his back, and her eyes rolling, she wanted to perish.Someone put me out of my misery.Not even the strangeness of riding him to make this journey faster was enough to distract her.

At least he wasn’t sprinting and threatening to behead her with a branch.

The questioning wasn’t actually too bad, if she were being honest. It was just that it had been a constant barrage.

Ingram would ask why the leaves were green, or why water fell from the sky, or how birds flew whenever he saw one in the distance. He asked how the Veil came to be, not that she knew, or how humans came into being.

He wanted to learn anything and everything, questioning names, meanings, and origins.

The first one hundred questions had been easy, but the longer they travelled, two days having passed already, the more complex and harder some were to explain. He was lucky Emerie was privy to a lot of knowledge due to her constant studies back in Zagros Fortress.

“Ingram, please,” she whined when he started to ask about yet another thing. “Just a few moments. That’s all I need.”

“But I desire to know the name of that plant,”he stated as he pointed his beak towards a weed flower.“The yellow one. I have seen it many times.”

“It’s a dandelion,” she answered on a sigh. “In spring, it’ll turn into a white puff so that it can spread its seeds.”

“Oh!”he rasped, twisting his head over his neck in the most disturbing way to look at her where she sat on him. His glowing orbs morphed to a bright yellow.“Yes! I know that one. If you shake it, it breaks apart and floats away. I did not realise they were the same plant.”

Picturing Ingram shaking a dandelion in delighted curiosity, Emerie’s eyes crinkled and her lips curled with mirth.

His joy at learning even the simplest things was the only reason Emerie didn’t hate this. She was just tired, and riding a Duskwalker’s spikey back with a makeshift saddle was a lot harder than she thought. Her thighs ached from constantly pushing her body away from the protrusions, and most of the time she had to sit on her hands to protect herself.

At least he’s not asking me sexual questions.

Oh, but he’d tried.

When his dick had been just sitting there, casually erect when she’d tried to make him leave so she could bathe, she was acutely aware she had told him something she probably shouldn’t have.

Had he’d been staring at her tits? Whether it was her own prickling awareness of them or him trying to burn a hole through her shirt, they’d tingled. The urge to cover them like a virgin had crossed her mind.

After she’d bathed and they started back on their travels, Ingram had been a little... too close. He kept sniffing her hair or walking directly behind her. If he’d been trying to be sly, he did a horrible job of it.

He also asked her questions regarding her breasts and her pussy as he came up beside her. Emerie, unwilling to make this problem worse, found ways to redirect the conversation.