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Her arousal outshone her fear, but it nagged at the back of her mind. Even more so when the tip of his cock slid back and forth over her abdomen, riding her shirt up bit by bit.

With her arms trapped, she couldn’t yank it down.

Just when the bottom of the fabric caught over the tip and she thought he was about to rip it in two, he popped underneath.

“I-Ingram,” she called, hoping to settle the Duskwalker currently grinding his cock into her hands and burrowing into her stomach.

His arm tightened against the top of her head like he wanted to pull her against him, but instead, he pushed her down. Emerie squealed when his cock thrust up over her sternum.

Her head tilted back and her chest arched at the feeling of the hard, hot, and drenched girth slipping between her breasts. With how tight her shirt was around her sizeable tits, he had utilised a decent amount of force to get what would fit between them. He was pillowed, snugly cushioned, and his thrusts gentled at the enveloping softness he found.

Her arms were also bent at her sides because she was attached to him by swirling limbs, and it meant her hands were deeply inside their cavity. Two ovals embedded into the base of his cock were massaged by her palms, and her touching them slowed him even further.

Moans came from his throat, yet with her head so close to his chest, she could hear the tiniest rattling whines seizing his lungs.

“Oh shit,”Emerie moaned in return, looking down to see half his cock hidden underneath her shirt and moving back and forth. “Why does that feel so nice?”

Her breasts were sensitive, and the texture of his cock, the little pliable scales, the obvious flare of the head, the wetness and massaging hardness... all of it was sending her body into a lather. The mounds were moving around, and her right nipple was often grazed by him.

Her clit throbbed each time he drew back, only to make the inner walls of her pussy clench.

“Oh fuck,” she rasped out, her eyelids flickering when she thought she might actually come just from him fucking her tits. If her pussy didn’t stop spasming, she might find release after all.

“Oh fuck,” Ingram repeated, and she realised she just taught him a new way to use this curse.

Licking at the seam of her lips as she panted, she kind of liked him swearing like this. She wanted him to do it again. And whatever fight she had left in her was rubbed away by it, and from him playing with her breasts.

Instead of letting what she assumed were his seed sacs just move back and forth over her palms, she pressed her fingers in slightly to deepen the pressure.

His needy little whimper was the sweetest song, and his violent, full-body shudder was beautiful.

“Fuck,” he snapped out when she lessened the pressure. His chest shook as he fought to release the breath he’d been tensely holding. Since his hips hadn’t stopped moving, she figured he liked it. She did it again, and he yelped, “Fuck!”

His thrusts quickened and the sound of his claws gouging into the dirt crunched in her ears.

“Haaa. No more. I cannot take it.”

“You’re about to come, aren’t you?”

He had to be with how hot his sacs were and how they sunk momentarily inward like he’d clenched.

“Yes,”he rasped.

His kneeling stance widened as he curled around her below him, and his thrusts slowed. His whines were cute, even if his tentacles – tightly wrapping her arms until she thought they might bruise – weren’t.

His sacs tightened and almost disappeared, right as his cock swelled and stayed engorged. His roar was loud and strained, drowning out all sounds except for his pleasure.

Even her own stifled moan was lost when he started coming and liquid heat squirted over, between, and around both her breasts. He was making an absolute mess inside her shirt, but it was so warm and nice that she pressed her chest up for more.

Her tongue fell forward to help ease her pants out, as she thought,Come on me. Don’t stop.It was so messy and vulgar, but she wanted her shirt to be soppy and sticky.

He even came directly over her nipple, and she tried to rub it against his shaft with how much it was tingling.

He came so much it pooled in the crevices of her collarbones and dripped into the creases under her breasts.

When he was done, she was thankful he didn’t fall in an exhausted heap on top of her. He was utterly still for a few moments, but his relaxing tentacles gave her up as they grew languid. The bottom two gently tickled her abdomen.

“Emerie,” he grated, lifting so he could back up.