"Considering it," he says honestly, stretching his wing around further to give her something more 'substantial' to bury her hands into, allowing her a much larger portion of his wing to touch - which in turn, causes him to moan happily as she finds spots that drive him wild.

lost, uncertain, in need of a friend.
like me.

Skellig nuzzles at her neck as she says those words, and a small part of his heart aches because he knows that loneliness, that longing that comes with the lack of companionship. And to think that she had been feeling the same way that he had been hurts.

"I was very nervous," he admits. "Had no idea what was going on, I still...still felt like I might need to run," he admits. "But my soul told me that I was safe, and I am so very glad I listened."

He hugs her a little closer to his body, which in turn presses his cock against her ass, sending a shudder down his spine. He knows from his touches that she is more than close enough to take him, if he wanted to lay claim to her just like this. It is a consideration...he adds another finger to his stroking.

"Would not have minded if you looked," he adds. "Could rewrite the scroll," he mutters against her neck. "Come up with a better name for this." Nothing about mounting livestock or the breeding of farm animals. "Dragon worshipped by rod of the sun..."