[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]
[Even as he starts a rhythm she loses it, grinding helplessly into the wet of his tongue and the blunt pressure over her back and her wings. The vine at her entrance earns a hero's welcome, drawn deeper into her slick passage with an ease he's never had in all their previous encounters.
Here, like this, there seems to be no shame in the desperate sorts of noises she makes as he ventures forth--while plenty tight, there's no additional tension stopping him from easing in deeper, just lubrication enough that even a vine has no concerns about friction even as she clenches and releases around him.
Her limbs spasm, talons digging into the upholstery for better leverage, and her abdomen goes tight, panting out more breathless pleas for more--to please don't stop]
[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]
[Even if he had, there'd be nothing she could do--the intoxicating scent of his blooms fill the humid air of the backseat, amping his breath against her lips and the seat against her legs and even the thin fabric of her bra over her breasts to wildfire over her skin. Even without him continuing to stoke it, the feeling would rage; with him working at her seriously, she feels gloriously, mindlessly good.
Her wings flare out as if they simply cannot keep still, pressing into his touch with the same uneven rhythm that she rocks into the heat of his mouth--attempts to shift around the too full-not full enough stretch around the thick vine within her. By now her breaths are sharp grackle cries, rising with each mindshaking thrust until her voice catches--her whole body clenching vise-tight around him]
[If anything, her reaction seems to spur him on; his tongue laps quick and attentive against her clit, and the vine inside her obliges, the shallow thrusts becoming deeper now, firmer]
[His hands are warm on her thighs, tracing over the sensitive skin; another vine twines its way idly around her tail feathers and then goes mostly limp, the weight of it hanging there a constant, steady tug]
[Its all so much--maybe too much. Even so she cries out wordlessly for more; spreads her legs further even as she shudders with release, head thrown back and eyes lidded. Everyplace he touches her feels like a live wire, while anyplace left out aches for attention, even as she drenches the vine that twists deeper within her than she'd thought things could go.
But this isn't the time for thoughts--it's the time for feelings--heat--and all she can do is squirm closer, trying to feel more.
Somehow through the haze she extricates her talons from where they've punctured the seat backs to run her hands roughly over her skin instead, squeezing at her modest chest and scraping down her body to curl into his hair for as long as she can stand before returning up her body. She can't quite manage words again yet, but the pleading in her tone is unmistakable]
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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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Here, like this, there seems to be no shame in the desperate sorts of noises she makes as he ventures forth--while plenty tight, there's no additional tension stopping him from easing in deeper, just lubrication enough that even a vine has no concerns about friction even as she clenches and releases around him.
Her limbs spasm, talons digging into the upholstery for better leverage, and her abdomen goes tight, panting out more breathless pleas for more--to please don't stop]
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[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]
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Her wings flare out as if they simply cannot keep still, pressing into his touch with the same uneven rhythm that she rocks into the heat of his mouth--attempts to shift around the too full-not full enough stretch around the thick vine within her. By now her breaths are sharp grackle cries, rising with each mindshaking thrust until her voice catches--her whole body clenching vise-tight around him]
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[His hands are warm on her thighs, tracing over the sensitive skin; another vine twines its way idly around her tail feathers and then goes mostly limp, the weight of it hanging there a constant, steady tug]
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But this isn't the time for thoughts--it's the time for feelings--heat--and all she can do is squirm closer, trying to feel more.
Somehow through the haze she extricates her talons from where they've punctured the seat backs to run her hands roughly over her skin instead, squeezing at her modest chest and scraping down her body to curl into his hair for as long as she can stand before returning up her body. She can't quite manage words again yet, but the pleading in her tone is unmistakable]
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