[ There's always the temptation to move even faster when a woman shows these signs -- if that were even possible. A rookie mistake. Her voice and body and breath say this is working for her, this exactly, and the only reason to change it would be to tease. She doesn't seem the type to enjoy that and frankly he's not interested in waiting. She'll feel him swell a bit inside her, his body more than ready for release; he won't dare finish before she does, but he won't be far behind. ]
[ In the meantime, his focus is on her. On moving just so in that way to make her voice soar and her hands twist in his feathers, very much enjoying the feel of her coiling tension all around him. He keeps going in just this way, hard and fast, moaning in her ear. Eager more for her pleasure than his own, though they are hopelessly linked in truth, so winding her up is making him a bit desperate. But that's fine because it seems almost right, almost there, and his hands clutch her hips as he rocks up into her with his whole body buzzing. His eyes stay open and he minds every piece of her, wanting to see and feel and relish the moment she's lost in all he's making her feel. ]
[She's starting to tense like an overwound spring as the feeling inside her mounts, growing larger and larger until it has taken up so much space inside her that she feels unable to breathe. She gasps, sucking in a breath... holds it...
—and his next thrust has her careening headlong over that edge, her entire abdomen clenching with wave after wave of delicious, shivering spasms from head to toe, and she keens- a stuttering, gasping, uncontrollable sound. Her body clenches around him, just as her fingers grab a tight fistful of feathers, her toes curl, and her teeth clamp into his shoulder. She grips him so tightly with her whole being that it's if she's trying to become one.]
[ He keeps her held close and tight as she rides through it, not that he had much choice, delightfully enough. And his hips keep moving, knowing it's better if he does, which is convenient since even with her astonishingly erotic sounds and movements it still takes him rocking into her four times, five, to finish himself -- too busy appreciating her, really, for it to be anything but a very pleasing afterthought. (He considered waiting, but he doesn't want to demand she do a thing with her well-earned afterglow but relax, and possibly let him unwind her in one or a hundred little satisfying ways.) ]
[ While his breathing slows and he eases into something not quite relaxed against her, his hand slips beneath her long hair to massage her neck, the crooks of her shoulders, imagining she must be a bit sore. Most are, even if they've had a lifetime getting used to their body. His other hand wraps her waist to keep her close while he sits up a bit more and four of his wings curl around them. Once he has breath for it, he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. Humans have quite the racket going, right? ]
[It takes a minute for the spasms to work themselves out, and as they subside, she begins to melt bonelessly over his chest. She only now notices that she is biting him, so she lets him go and kisses the spot apologetically, smoothing with her fingers the feathers she messed up in her throes of passion.]
[She's still out of breath and twitching a little, but it feels as though a comfortable fog of satisfaction has settled over her, and she is slowly recovering her peripheral vision and remembering where she is.]
[The massage of her shoulders is unexpected and feels much nicer than she would have thought. She hums and tips her head a little to invite better access, and starts to massage him back. Her hands are not as strong as his, but her delicate fingers knead gently around his shoulder blades and slowly caress his wings.]
[She feels like maybe she's supposed to say something here, but she's feeling so pleasantly lazy and wrung out that she decides to continue draping over him for a minute longer while her heart rate goes back to normal.]
[ No apology needed really, but hell if he's saying no to a kiss wherever she wants to put it. He sacrifices his hold on her so his second hand can join the first in working out any unpleasant knots that are threatening to settle in. This building, despite the lovely view, isn't the most opportune place for this. He'd have liked a bed or a bed of comfortable soft grass, but he was in no position to be picky. For his part, her stroking his feathers is much appreciateded, and he gives a low him to show it. ]
You're quite well? [ Mostly ensuring she's not sore or the like. ]
[Slowly, as if she's still pulling herself together a little.]
...Yes— [ahem] Yes.
That was... an exhilarating experience. Very involved, compared to what one is used to.
But nonetheless... an affair undoubtably worth the effort. From one's perception, at least.
[Conversation is starting to bring her back to her senses, and she starts to take stock of herself. Wow, she's really sweaty. And is he still inside her? What happens now? mystery.]
[ Despite the annoying logistics of cleaning up -- which he'd like to avoid for as long as possible, both as a matter of principle and a matter of preference. Rushing through afterglow is sometimes necessary but always annoying. Instead he redoubles his efforts to release whatever tension or knots are threatening to settle into her neck and shoulders and back. ]
For now, rest a minute. Almost as good as the release itself is the relaxation that follows.
[ He kisses her shoulder, soft and slow. See, doesn't that feel nice? Like a salve on overworked and overtired nerves. ]
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Re: Day 506
[ In the meantime, his focus is on her. On moving just so in that way to make her voice soar and her hands twist in his feathers, very much enjoying the feel of her coiling tension all around him. He keeps going in just this way, hard and fast, moaning in her ear. Eager more for her pleasure than his own, though they are hopelessly linked in truth, so winding her up is making him a bit desperate. But that's fine because it seems almost right, almost there, and his hands clutch her hips as he rocks up into her with his whole body buzzing. His eyes stay open and he minds every piece of her, wanting to see and feel and relish the moment she's lost in all he's making her feel. ]
Re: Day 506
[She's starting to tense like an overwound spring as the feeling inside her mounts, growing larger and larger until it has taken up so much space inside her that she feels unable to breathe. She gasps, sucking in a breath... holds it...
—and his next thrust has her careening headlong over that edge, her entire abdomen clenching with wave after wave of delicious, shivering spasms from head to toe, and she keens- a stuttering, gasping, uncontrollable sound. Her body clenches around him, just as her fingers grab a tight fistful of feathers, her toes curl, and her teeth clamp into his shoulder. She grips him so tightly with her whole being that it's if she's trying to become one.]
Re: Day 506
[ While his breathing slows and he eases into something not quite relaxed against her, his hand slips beneath her long hair to massage her neck, the crooks of her shoulders, imagining she must be a bit sore. Most are, even if they've had a lifetime getting used to their body. His other hand wraps her waist to keep her close while he sits up a bit more and four of his wings curl around them. Once he has breath for it, he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. Humans have quite the racket going, right? ]
Re: Day 506
[It takes a minute for the spasms to work themselves out, and as they subside, she begins to melt bonelessly over his chest. She only now notices that she is biting him, so she lets him go and kisses the spot apologetically, smoothing with her fingers the feathers she messed up in her throes of passion.]
[She's still out of breath and twitching a little, but it feels as though a comfortable fog of satisfaction has settled over her, and she is slowly recovering her peripheral vision and remembering where she is.]
[The massage of her shoulders is unexpected and feels much nicer than she would have thought. She hums and tips her head a little to invite better access, and starts to massage him back. Her hands are not as strong as his, but her delicate fingers knead gently around his shoulder blades and slowly caress his wings.]
[She feels like maybe she's supposed to say something here, but she's feeling so pleasantly lazy and wrung out that she decides to continue draping over him for a minute longer while her heart rate goes back to normal.]
Re: Day 506
You're quite well? [ Mostly ensuring she's not sore or the like. ]
Re: Day 506
[Slowly, as if she's still pulling herself together a little.]
...Yes— [ahem] Yes.
That was... an exhilarating experience. Very involved, compared to what one is used to.
But nonetheless... an affair undoubtably worth the effort. From one's perception, at least.
[Conversation is starting to bring her back to her senses, and she starts to take stock of herself. Wow, she's really sweaty. And is he still inside her? What happens now? mystery.]
Re: Day 506
[ Despite the annoying logistics of cleaning up -- which he'd like to avoid for as long as possible, both as a matter of principle and a matter of preference. Rushing through afterglow is sometimes necessary but always annoying. Instead he redoubles his efforts to release whatever tension or knots are threatening to settle into her neck and shoulders and back. ]
For now, rest a minute. Almost as good as the release itself is the relaxation that follows.
[ He kisses her shoulder, soft and slow. See, doesn't that feel nice? Like a salve on overworked and overtired nerves. ]