[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...
[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]
[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.
[Shifts a little, eventually maneuvering her legs under his shoulders so she can kind of--lower down some, hovering just over his face, wings propped atop the seatbacks and head almost resting on the opposite window as she curls down to watch him under her.
The view is enough to make her shift, a fresh roil of arousal curling in her belly and rolling from within, slowly joining the wetness already glistening from her lower lips. Her voice is much rougher when she confirms again]
[He flushes, as the close-up - at the evidence of her arousal, impossible to miss. He leans in just a little, pressing a soft kiss to the glistening folds]
[She curses, breathless and immediate, shuddering into the touch. Her hands grip at the front and back headrests for lack of anyplace else to put them; her wings flex eagerly]
[Another lick, long and deliberate, with the flat of his tongue. He makes a "hmm?" sort of sound without stopping, which probably adds an interesting element of vibration to the mix]
[A vine nudges at her thigh, whisper-soft, with a tickle of leaves; another rustles deliberately through the feathers at the base of her wings]
[Another lick, deeper than before, and another, after that; one of the vines curls almost lazily around her side, stroking idly over her ribs, as the other ruffles through her feathers]
[All along the vine coiled about her torso, tiny white flowers have begun to bloom, the stamens long and yellow. There's a strong scent to them, a scent like honey and summer; from some reason, even breathing it in seems to rachet the heat inside her higher]
[It would've been hard to avoid taking in the sweet scent even if she'd wanted to, her breaths already on the shallow side. But it's nice--sweet and familiar and him--and she doesn't notice the tingling warmth until it's already settled deep in her core and eased through her limbs. After that it's impossible to ignore--the sudden awareness of every square centimeter that they touch, each nerve turned up to eleven.
With a breathless gasp she shifts against him, the coiling vines and the brush of his hands, his chest--the thick, soft pressure of his tongue, still light but impossibly intense--
This time when she calls his name it's high-pitched and urgent, a wave of arousal dripping over his face as her lips work against him]
[He makes a reassuring sort of hum - laps in deeper few a long few seconds, before pulling back to focus on the sensitive nub at the front, instead]
[Where his tongue is no longer delving, she feels a gentle nudge as a vine coils loosely around her thigh and then slips between then, teasing at her entrance]
[She groans as he pulls away, the sound going stuttered and strained as he moves to her clit instead. Her hips rock forward, immediate and intent--shift back into the faint and apparently welcome pressure at her entrance.
Another shudder as her wings rustle against the roof--into his hands--anywhere for more of that tingling contact, same as the sweet scent in her nostrils]
[The vine at her entrance presses slowly inward, easing its way in between the slick folds; the one curled at the base of her wings hasn't stopped shifting, pressure firm and pointed. His hands take the invitation, too, petting along her wings as she pressesthem against him]
[His mouth is perhaps the busiest of all, though; he laps against her clit in short, quick strokes, starting up a steady rhythm]
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I dunno.
I mean, these were real pretty, so probly something else real pretty?
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I-I mean. If you got suggestions for later, feel free. If there's something you like...
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[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]
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[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.
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I mean... yeah.
If you don't mind... yeah.
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Nah, I don't mind. That'd be--I'd like that, if you wanted. Whenever you wanted.
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That sounds... real good.
[Another tug at her tail feathers, deliberate]
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[Her voice verges on a whine as she wriggles, the tailfeathers swishing back and forth]
Can we...are you ready for round two?
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[Another tug]
C'mon up here.
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Like this...?
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Now kinda, like - lower down some...?
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The view is enough to make her shift, a fresh roil of arousal curling in her belly and rolling from within, slowly joining the wetness already glistening from her lower lips. Her voice is much rougher when she confirms again]
...Like this?
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[He flushes, as the close-up - at the evidence of her arousal, impossible to miss. He leans in just a little, pressing a soft kiss to the glistening folds]
You really were wound up, huh?
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Should know whose fault that is...
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[Another kiss, just as soft]
You mind if I try the other stuff, too? Like... the vines and whatever? Pollen?
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Yeah. If there's something you wanna do...you don't gotta hold back.
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[He brings his hands up to smooth along her thighs, gentle - then he leans back in and licks a long stripe right up the center of her folds]
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Jacob...
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[A vine nudges at her thigh, whisper-soft, with a tickle of leaves; another rustles deliberately through the feathers at the base of her wings]
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Yes...
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[All along the vine coiled about her torso, tiny white flowers have begun to bloom, the stamens long and yellow. There's a strong scent to them, a scent like honey and summer; from some reason, even breathing it in seems to rachet the heat inside her higher]
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With a breathless gasp she shifts against him, the coiling vines and the brush of his hands, his chest--the thick, soft pressure of his tongue, still light but impossibly intense--
This time when she calls his name it's high-pitched and urgent, a wave of arousal dripping over his face as her lips work against him]
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[Where his tongue is no longer delving, she feels a gentle nudge as a vine coils loosely around her thigh and then slips between then, teasing at her entrance]
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Another shudder as her wings rustle against the roof--into his hands--anywhere for more of that tingling contact, same as the sweet scent in her nostrils]
Yes...yes, more...
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[His mouth is perhaps the busiest of all, though; he laps against her clit in short, quick strokes, starting up a steady rhythm]
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