[ Well, far be it for him to refuse an offer so freely and enthusiastically given. He meets her kiss with gleeful ferocity, matching her teeth for teeth and tongue for tongue. But he’s a more distracted kisser this time, as he’s taking the time to suck at and savor whatever cut and bruise he’d managed to wring out of her lips, kissing and sucking at swollen flesh for however long before they heal up and he has to open new wounds again.
And distracted as she is, she won’t mind if he reaches for her wings again, will she? His fingers might not feel quite as heated as his mouth, but they serve the purpose well enough as they brush across a wing’s beautifully dark feathers, feeling for—ah. There again—that sensitive area where wings meet flesh, that she’d so prettily given away as her weak spot.
It turns out she’s got plenty of those, and he’s busily baring them all to some outraged god within the confines of a church they’re already in the process of desecrating. ]
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And distracted as she is, she won’t mind if he reaches for her wings again, will she? His fingers might not feel quite as heated as his mouth, but they serve the purpose well enough as they brush across a wing’s beautifully dark feathers, feeling for—ah. There again—that sensitive area where wings meet flesh, that she’d so prettily given away as her weak spot.
It turns out she’s got plenty of those, and he’s busily baring them all to some outraged god within the confines of a church they’re already in the process of desecrating. ]