She makes a soothing sound. "It's alright. I'll give you what you need, love."

She buries a hand in the downy feathers of each wing, then rises up off of him slowly. She moans softly when only the tip of him is still inside of her. Then she lowers herself again. "Gods, you feel amazing," she tells him, voice shaky with arousal.

She rides him, slowly, the motions drawing sounds of pleasure, of desire, from her. She doesn't dare move her hands in his wings much, but they do shift a bit as she raises and lowers herself off of his cock.