[Maybe it's that yelp as he comes, the sound rumbling against her clit. Maybe it's the way that he tenses around her, the cat's cradle of vines tightening around her wings and tail and chest and thighs, swallowing her up. Maybe it's just the last of the pollen working its way through her system and sending her nerves alight. But somehow when she reaches her peak it's even higher than the ones before--more thrown past the finish line than neatly delivered there.

She tightens around him, every muscle clenching for an endless moment of trembling euphoria--nothing left in the universe but the feel of him around her and the pure pleasure everyplace they touch]