There are times when words fall short. Her crooning acceptance of her lover's touch was all the encouragement he needed, persuading him to trace lines of fire along her hips. Wet heat ignited at her core, nerves buzzing with heightened pleasure as his lips made their leisurely way along the curves of her body. A sigh of desire escapes as he spends a moment tasting her innermost thigh. So close, so close to the point of her that wants him most.
"Fucking tease..." she gasps, breathing short and shallow in response to the kisses feathering on delicate skin. A sound somewhere between growl and whimper emits from her pale throat when he pauses. Swans neck bends to the side, her eyes burning with blue fire as her gaze meets his. "Keep going" she pants, longing for more. His teasing tastes have only fueled the lust now burning between her legs. She wants him, all of him. The hard evidence of his own desire taunts her.
Eyes shut tight as he returns to his gentle assault, trading kisses for languid strokes of his tongue. Drawing sensual pictures along the cream of her butt and thighs, giving attention everywhere except where she wants it. Impatient, she leans into his silver- dripping face, hungry for deeper satisfaction. As if sensing that, she feels the shift from play to true pleasure. A final hot breath at her slick cleft, and he surges above her. Klaudius. He fills the room with his plumage as he settles into place, gentler than she expected. He is tucked in close to her trim body, curled against her figure possessivly, fitting into her curves with undeniable perfection.
He is large against her entrance, insistent. Rocking her hips accommodatingly, she cannot help but give a little cry when he glides within her. She is filled, and yet he has more to give. Muzzle buried against the curve of her neck, he thrusts into her, again and again, each new motion drawing cries of pleasure from her lips. A more intense fire has begun to kindle, pulsing in time with his rhythmic movements and her own hips rolling in countermotion. "Oh... ohhh.... Oh my gods, Klaudius, oh my....AHHH!" Her words cut off in a fevered squeal as the fire within combusted. The waves of ecstasy rolling through her are drawn out as the skilled man continued for a moment more, rhythm slipping from masterfully precise into something more erratic as his own climax claimed him. The sudden shock of pain as he anchored himself with a lock of silken mane only teased her to higher bliss as he spent himself within her.
They shuddered together for a moment, the scent of sweat and sex now hanging heavy in the air of their little cave. The sudden emptiness as he slips out and off is startling. But then he is back, laying tender kisses on her sweat sheened rump. A small moan vibrates through her, skin still humming with the friction that had just run through it. There is a dampness between her legs, and vaguely, she knows it's his. Just as vaguely, she wonders if his child would take root within her. If she would want it to. She turns to rest more easily against his beautiful side, feathers intermingling in lovely ways.
Sleepily, her lips work their way along his crest, massaging the ropes of muscle that lay beneath his perfect skin. Something catches her attention from the corner of her eye. Sleepiness drains away as she focuses on this new development. "What's that, caught in your wing?" She asks, in a tone that tells him already knows. One of these things is not like the other. An emerald plume is snagged amongst it's lavender siblings.
@[Klaudius] Enjoy >
"Fucking tease..." she gasps, breathing short and shallow in response to the kisses feathering on delicate skin. A sound somewhere between growl and whimper emits from her pale throat when he pauses. Swans neck bends to the side, her eyes burning with blue fire as her gaze meets his. "Keep going" she pants, longing for more. His teasing tastes have only fueled the lust now burning between her legs. She wants him, all of him. The hard evidence of his own desire taunts her.
Eyes shut tight as he returns to his gentle assault, trading kisses for languid strokes of his tongue. Drawing sensual pictures along the cream of her butt and thighs, giving attention everywhere except where she wants it. Impatient, she leans into his silver- dripping face, hungry for deeper satisfaction. As if sensing that, she feels the shift from play to true pleasure. A final hot breath at her slick cleft, and he surges above her. Klaudius. He fills the room with his plumage as he settles into place, gentler than she expected. He is tucked in close to her trim body, curled against her figure possessivly, fitting into her curves with undeniable perfection.
He is large against her entrance, insistent. Rocking her hips accommodatingly, she cannot help but give a little cry when he glides within her. She is filled, and yet he has more to give. Muzzle buried against the curve of her neck, he thrusts into her, again and again, each new motion drawing cries of pleasure from her lips. A more intense fire has begun to kindle, pulsing in time with his rhythmic movements and her own hips rolling in countermotion. "Oh... ohhh.... Oh my gods, Klaudius, oh my....AHHH!" Her words cut off in a fevered squeal as the fire within combusted. The waves of ecstasy rolling through her are drawn out as the skilled man continued for a moment more, rhythm slipping from masterfully precise into something more erratic as his own climax claimed him. The sudden shock of pain as he anchored himself with a lock of silken mane only teased her to higher bliss as he spent himself within her.
They shuddered together for a moment, the scent of sweat and sex now hanging heavy in the air of their little cave. The sudden emptiness as he slips out and off is startling. But then he is back, laying tender kisses on her sweat sheened rump. A small moan vibrates through her, skin still humming with the friction that had just run through it. There is a dampness between her legs, and vaguely, she knows it's his. Just as vaguely, she wonders if his child would take root within her. If she would want it to. She turns to rest more easily against his beautiful side, feathers intermingling in lovely ways.
Sleepily, her lips work their way along his crest, massaging the ropes of muscle that lay beneath his perfect skin. Something catches her attention from the corner of her eye. Sleepiness drains away as she focuses on this new development. "What's that, caught in your wing?" She asks, in a tone that tells him already knows. One of these things is not like the other. An emerald plume is snagged amongst it's lavender siblings.
@[Klaudius] Enjoy >