The noises of pleasure she makes as he moves his hands might spur his arousal even more. "And you are making me feel so good, Skellig," she tells him.

She moves a hand down to his belly, slowly traces the lines she dyed on his skin earlier, the blue a clear path to follow. The other hand touches his wings, ever so gentle. "Such lovely feathers," she croons. "So soft compared to mine." Her wings rustle, 'reach' out to wrap around him.