Kreyu is TRYING not to laugh, she really is. "You would not frighten me by growling, love," she tells him, affection and laughter in her voice. "I know I have growled in pleasure, before, with you."

"Sounds of pain, of distress, those would frighten me. Anything else is likely to have the opposite effect."

"Shall I touch more of your body with my wings, including your cock?" She drags her wing, slow, up his cock, his stomach, his chest, then reverses direction.