She moans as he strokes her clit, flicks her nipple. She tilts her head back farther as his mouth falls to her throat, so very vulnerable. "I'd like that very much," she gasps.

She buries the fingers of one hand in his hair, the other in the downy feathers of a wing, caresses. "Think you'd like it too. All those little noises I make just for you, because of you," she croons. "And when I'm all warm, wet, frenzied with want and pleasure, you can fill me with your cock again, and again, and again."

She rocks against his fingers. "Unless you want me to beg you to fuck me?"