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What were you trying to find about trees?

[The petting is a little firmer, now]

[Rustles closer again, her own talons scraping lightly up his sides and down his arms]

'Cause you got leaves...

[Shivers a little, combing his fingers through the soft down]

I wonder if I could do something with the pollen.

Or the vines, maybe...

Could try 'em.

[The wriggle this time is intentional and encouraging, and she chafes her legs around his, feet brushing through the leaves at his ankles]

Education's important, right?

Yeah... yeah.

Don't hurt to try.

So, you mind if I...?

Please--

Okay.

So I guess, like... come up here for the, uh. The cloacal kiss. And I can ry and figure out the other stuff.

...You don't really gotta call it that. You don't got bird junk, for one.

[Her tone is a little sheepish but she climbs up his body nevertheless--hesitates somewhere around his shoulders]

...Like this? Or...?

Yeah. Just, like... get comfy.

[Wow is he blushing,]

Maybe, uh. Maybe take off your underwear, though?

Right--

[She rocks back to his belly, and reaches for the waistband of her panties.

Carefully--intentionally, maybe--she slips a hand under the band, carefully working it further down her hip. On the other side, her other hand eases below the sheer bronze fabric and immediately pokes through, talon slicing through it like a chipped nail through pantyhose. She chirps with dismay as a flap peels off to rest against her thigh]

Ah - sorry. Here, lemme -

[He reaches up, careful, to help her ease them down before she cuts them more or (worse) cuts herself]

[More grackle grumbles, but she arches her fingers into his hand, the soft feathers there gentle pricks against his skin]

Nah--nah, sorry. Was trash anyways, just less-sexy trash, now.

[Her expression is a little wry, but in no way does she try to prevent him from touching her,]

I mean... it was real sexy, though.

[Working the panties slowly off her]

...gonna have to buy you another pair.

Oh yeah?

[Lifts up, arching her back and raising her tail feathers so he can better round her curves (helping!). She doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry as she gently leans into the warmth of his hands]

Got something special in mind?

[If she's not in a hurry, sure;y she won't mind if he tugs at the tail feathers somewhere during the process of undressing her]

I dunno.

I mean, these were real pretty, so probly something else real pretty?

[She lets out a soft peep as he does, cheeks already flushed dark just from the fact that he's undressing her in the first place. The shimmery fabric, while now with more holes than strictly necessary, slides off just as easily as damp satin ever does, and while she's not rushing him she squirms a little, obviously appreciating the feel of his hands on her]

I-I mean. If you got suggestions for later, feel free. If there's something you like...

What, like - for real?

[His own flush has gone very dark indeed]

[He slides the panties down with care, setting them gently to one side. And since she seems to be enjoying it, he runs one of his hands over her thigh and her flank - lets the fingers of the other hand thread through her tail feathers, tugging soft and rhythmic, a gentle pull every couple of seconds]

Yes...

[Which stretches out enough that he may be uncertain whether or not that is meant as an answer or just a reaction to the feel of his hands. Of course the answer is both, and she shifts surreptitiously(???) in place atop him before continuing]

I--mean. Ain't like I wear 'em for myself.

[She shifts again, reaching up to lightly drag her fingers through his hair]

And dressing you up was--good. So if you wanted to give it a shot...then.

[He shivers a little - darts a glance at her expression, and then lower, unconsciously licking at his lips]

I mean... yeah.

If you don't mind... yeah.

[Licks at her own lips, another little shiver going down her spine]

Nah, I don't mind. That'd be--I'd like that, if you wanted. Whenever you wanted.

Yeah.

That sounds... real good.

[Another tug at her tail feathers, deliberate]

Jacob...

[Her voice verges on a whine as she wriggles, the tailfeathers swishing back and forth]

Can we...are you ready for round two?

I been waiting.

[Another tug]

C'mon up here.

[Gives an excited peep, but leans in to drop a light kiss before squirming back up to his shoulders, carefully positioning herself]

Like this...?

Yeah... just like that.

Now kinda, like - lower down some...?

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