[ by the time the wings are fully formed, she's panting, sweat sliding down her back towards her neck given the angle of the position she's taken. she didn't realize how heavy they would be, as heavy as either of her legs would feel, she supposed.
for a moment, her pleasure takes a backseat to the way it feels to have wings, the way his panting breaths come out and sweep against the thin skin of them, making her shudder. his words of encouragement only make her do that all over again.
but it's when he touches them that the real sensation comes. she gasps loudly when his hand slides along the newly formed skin, the touch as intimate as his tongue swiping between her thighs, it has her clenching around his cock. and whatever thoughts she had of turning this around, of pushing him down on the bed and fucking him, claiming him are out the window now.
she can do nothing but obey him now, whimpering as he pushes her flat onto the bed, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once, at her back, touching her wings, then at her clit, then at both, working in tandem as he fucks her. and he gives her everything she needed in that moment, she's thinking of nothing but this, forgotten are any of things they spoke of about the future, forgotten is the room that smelled of...
this room smells of them now as he gives her a command. her mate. her husband. her high lord. he commands her to come and she tumbles right into a climax, her world shattering for a moment, engulfing her in heat and pleasure as he pushes in and out, in and out, in and out of her. his name is on her lips, in her mind, in her heart. he is everything in that moment. her wings flap once, involuntarily, a movement that brings her both pain and pleasure, that causes her to cry out in almost agonizing pleasure, as if she might die from how good this all feels good.]
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for a moment, her pleasure takes a backseat to the way it feels to have wings, the way his panting breaths come out and sweep against the thin skin of them, making her shudder. his words of encouragement only make her do that all over again.
but it's when he touches them that the real sensation comes. she gasps loudly when his hand slides along the newly formed skin, the touch as intimate as his tongue swiping between her thighs, it has her clenching around his cock. and whatever thoughts she had of turning this around, of pushing him down on the bed and fucking him, claiming him are out the window now.
she can do nothing but obey him now, whimpering as he pushes her flat onto the bed, his hands seeming to be everywhere at once, at her back, touching her wings, then at her clit, then at both, working in tandem as he fucks her. and he gives her everything she needed in that moment, she's thinking of nothing but this, forgotten are any of things they spoke of about the future, forgotten is the room that smelled of...
this room smells of them now as he gives her a command. her mate. her husband. her high lord. he commands her to come and she tumbles right into a climax, her world shattering for a moment, engulfing her in heat and pleasure as he pushes in and out, in and out, in and out of her. his name is on her lips, in her mind, in her heart. he is everything in that moment. her wings flap once, involuntarily, a movement that brings her both pain and pleasure, that causes her to cry out in almost agonizing pleasure, as if she might die from how good this all feels good.]