"Yes," she says, the response to both his words and the work of his mouth. She wants him to believe that he is worthy of everyone, of every good thing, and those words give her hope that he is making progress toward belief in his own self worth. That brings her joy, pleasure, as much as the lovely things his mouth is doing to her!

Kreyu is strong, stronger than her physical appearance should allow. This form is small, weak, compared to her draconic one, but he might feel her strength as he trails his lips over soft skin.

"You have such lovely wings," she tells him, voice breathy. "So soft. I want to bury my hands in them." And she does bury the hand that was teasing his spine in one wing. Not near the most sensitive areas, but somewhere that should still feel good.