[He doesn't seem intent on stopping]

[For all he was teasing earlier, he seems to be making up for it now, tongue keeping up the same rhythm, lapping at her firm and steady. Inside, the vine eases further - deeper than his fingers can reach, and slightly thicker, besides. It shivers its way out again, as though restless, before pressing in again, shallow thrusts as its counterpart ripples along her wings, stretching out to touch more of them]