"So lovely," she whispers in his ear as she slips behind him.
She runs her hands over the leading edges of his wings, so careful, especially where the pin feathers are growing in. Then she works from the leading edges in, teasing fingers carefully under his feathers to find sensitive spots beneath.
The spell carries words to his ears still, regardless of where she happens to be working on him, so she keeps whispering. "So soft, quiet feathers, for a silent hunter." She's meticulous, thorough, as if she wants to find EVERY spot that gives him pleasure.
Whispered words of praise, for his soul, his heart, his mind, his body, arrive at his ears as she explores every bit of the 'back' of his right wing, strokes, teases, rubs, to build his desire higher.
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She runs her hands over the leading edges of his wings, so careful, especially where the pin feathers are growing in. Then she works from the leading edges in, teasing fingers carefully under his feathers to find sensitive spots beneath.
The spell carries words to his ears still, regardless of where she happens to be working on him, so she keeps whispering. "So soft, quiet feathers, for a silent hunter." She's meticulous, thorough, as if she wants to find EVERY spot that gives him pleasure.
Whispered words of praise, for his soul, his heart, his mind, his body, arrive at his ears as she explores every bit of the 'back' of his right wing, strokes, teases, rubs, to build his desire higher.