Skellig sighs, contentedly - shifting his hips a slight amount beneath her to continue to 'spur' his arousal. (Though it isn't as if he needs any help - something in her preening oil against his cock has made him extra responsive to her touch, and she feels amazing, surrounding him as she is.)

"Your fingers, there...in my wings. I have always protected those feathers..." The delicate, inner layers of his feathers, the ones more prone to harm - his voice holds a sense of vulnerability, though there is no fear or anxiety in it. "Those I do not allow just...just anyone to touch."

But he is giving himself fully to her.

"But I would have you touch them, the way you are," he adds, quickly - not wanting her to misunderstand his meaning. "It feels...right."