[ He's able to untie and unravel her various trappings with one hand and without so much as glancing down -- capable hands, indeed. Not his first time contending with the many layers of high-ranking women's clothing, he rather enjoys it actually. He makes the process its own seduction, slowly unwinding and peeling away the cloth, delighting in each new inch of skin. Her skirt is slowly rucked up by his other hand, bunching around her hips. ]
[ When her fingertips find where his wings meet skin he gasps against her mouth, unprepared for that particular spot to be sensitive. His feathers fan out and curl around them, encouraging and eager. ]
[ Once as much of her clothes are away as is possible just now he pulls her against his chest, this being the most efficient way to touch as much of her as possible. His mouth trails down her neck again, nipping at her skin in a path along her collarbone to her shoulder. He's forced to consider the need to once again move -- the floor seems less than ideal, cold and uncomfortable, but there isn't much for it. He wishes her to move freely, he wants that skirt off, and he has plans this railing will not suffice for. He'll have to ensure he warms her and distracts her sufficiently. And his wings are flexible and comfortable enough to rest beneath her once he coaxes her onto her back. ]
[ Very well, then. He hooks his hand behind one of her knees to pull her leg up around his waist, hoping the other will follow. With one hand wrapping her waist again, the other sliding under her ass and lifting her from beneath her skirt (which is a pleasant resting place if ever there was one), he plucks her off the railing and into his arms. ]
Let us find somewhere with more freedom to move, hm? [ His voice is short-winded, low and muffled against her. While he has her up there he keeps her held tight against him, pressed flush from shoulders to hips, which is delightfully distracting. ]
[ He shifts her full weight into one arm and with the other he grabs the railing so he can settle himself down in a seated position on the floor with her atop him. There now; his hands skim up her flanks to cup her face and he kisses her again, full and unrestrained. With her hips pressing his down there's no mistaking his interest. ]
Re: Day 506
[ When her fingertips find where his wings meet skin he gasps against her mouth, unprepared for that particular spot to be sensitive. His feathers fan out and curl around them, encouraging and eager. ]
[ Once as much of her clothes are away as is possible just now he pulls her against his chest, this being the most efficient way to touch as much of her as possible. His mouth trails down her neck again, nipping at her skin in a path along her collarbone to her shoulder. He's forced to consider the need to once again move -- the floor seems less than ideal, cold and uncomfortable, but there isn't much for it. He wishes her to move freely, he wants that skirt off, and he has plans this railing will not suffice for. He'll have to ensure he warms her and distracts her sufficiently. And his wings are flexible and comfortable enough to rest beneath her once he coaxes her onto her back. ]
[ Very well, then. He hooks his hand behind one of her knees to pull her leg up around his waist, hoping the other will follow. With one hand wrapping her waist again, the other sliding under her ass and lifting her from beneath her skirt (which is a pleasant resting place if ever there was one), he plucks her off the railing and into his arms. ]
Let us find somewhere with more freedom to move, hm? [ His voice is short-winded, low and muffled against her. While he has her up there he keeps her held tight against him, pressed flush from shoulders to hips, which is delightfully distracting. ]
[ He shifts her full weight into one arm and with the other he grabs the railing so he can settle himself down in a seated position on the floor with her atop him. There now; his hands skim up her flanks to cup her face and he kisses her again, full and unrestrained. With her hips pressing his down there's no mistaking his interest. ]