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When she palmed the bulbous tip and gently grabbed the head, she’d expected him to release the centre of his length and draw her in. Instead, he gripped himself so tight the tip swelled against her palm.

“Why?” he rasped.

Emerie slid her other hand up his biceps and cupped the very corner of his jaw. “Because I do want to touch you. I’m just... nervous. I can be shy at times.”

That wasn’t the whole truth, but it was at least part of it.

Ingram’s size, from height, to mass, to penis, was massive. In some ways, he was frightening. She was scared of being pinned beneath a big virgin who didn’t know his own strength and how much that could damage someone small like her. His claws were sharp, and they’d already cut her, although he had somewhat blunted them since then.

Then there were her own feelings. They were as surprising as they were terrifying. Emerie didn’t know why she was growing attracted to this Duskwalker, but her earlier arousal hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Ingram was not virtuous – what he was made that impossible – but he was pure in thought and heart. Somewhere in the core of her soul, she craved the utter honesty that was Ingram.

Because he wasn’t trying to use her like human men had, Emerie was going to give him what he wanted, and already knew she wouldenjoyevery second of it.

Her reassurance and explanation had him loosening his grip, and it allowed her to glide her hand down and push his own away. His reaction was immediate.

“Emerie,” he faintly groaned, shoving one clawed hand into the back of her hair while the other slid around her waist, both drawing her closer.

She lowered from her standing position and used her knees to push his legs down until he was forced to cross them. She knelt on his thighs to stay at head level with him, and he let her lean back in his arms so she could look at him.

The slick of his shaft had been thick and sticky at first, but as she stroked him fully from head to base, fresh lubricant swelled to the surface. Now thinner and more slippery, when she brought her hand away for a second, the liquid webbed between her fingers and his cock. Unlike last time, she decided it felt nice coating her skin, and she even played with it a little.

“You poor thing,” she whispered as she explored himproperly, for the first time. She was going to go slow, to really let herself savour what she was doing and touching, and let him experience every wicked twist and stroke she planned to give. “Your cock feels so hot and hard. It must ache terribly.”

His answering whine was abruptly cut short by a sharp hitch of breath. Every time his chest expanded, his back arched more and more as his head tilted upwards slowly. He wasn’t gripping her tightly at all, but rather like he’d lost his strength under the power of her small hand, just lightly gliding over him.

He realllly likes this.

Dragging her teeth over her bottom lip and leaving behind wetness, she thought about how she had only just started touching him, and yet he was already reacting so fiercely.

With her entire hand wrapping barely halfway around his girth, she squeezed him a little tighter. His cock jerked beneath her palm, and his tentacles tried to latch when she went halfway down. She made sure not to stroke into their depths, worried she wouldn’t be able to draw back.

The perfect blend of burnt sugar and hickory bark infiltrated her senses, and Emerie leaned forward so she could take in his heady scent straight from his flesh. Her cheek, nose, and lips rubbed against the soft scales that covered the front of his throat, and she felt the corded, straining muscles beneath them.

It took her a while to notice the sound coming from him, yet her pussy spasmed powerfully in reaction to it. She’d never heard something so erotic from a man before, not when they usually groaned or grunted with aggressive need.

It instantly made her nipples ache and her pussy spasm.

Oh my gosh… his moans are so cute, so soft.Theywere free, passionate, and gentle. Her eyelids flickered, becoming drowsy with growing desire.I want him to make more.

Just the sounds on their own were profoundly erotic; she would have continued to do this just for those quiet little bliss-filled rasps. He sounded soneedy, like he was a twisted-up ache inside and the only salvation was her hand.

But there was so much more, and everything about this was tingling her senses.

His decadent and masculine scent wrapping around her head rendered her brain useless. The way his higher-than-normal body temperature had all her muscles relaxed and pliant. Even his claws digging into the back of her skull and hip were sharp little dots of pleasure.

“Does this feel good, Ingram?” she purred, stroking just the flared rim of his cock head to see if it was sensitive there like a human. His quaking shudder was the perfect answer. “You feel really nice in my hand.”

Last time she’d done this, she hadn’t appreciated it. Now she took her greedy fill.

“Emerie,”he groaned, so deeply that her name came out broken, hoarse, and scratchy. His cock swelled and thickened in girth momentarily.

He tilted his head forward until it bumped against her forehead, and then he stroked her with the side of his jaw. He desperately nuzzled her as soft little pants came from his beak. His hand on her hip came down so he could grab her arse and the crook of her thigh.

She bit her lip to stifle a small noise, then had to loosen her bite before she tore through her skin.He seemed to really like me complimenting him.

Leaning to the side slightly, she looked down so she could observe what she was doing. In the darkness, with barely a strip of moonlight, her hand was just visible enough to see she was stroking a very inhuman, violet cock.