Skellig glances around the area they have at their disposal - the grass is plentiful and appears comfortable, the ground free of any sharp stones or sticks (which would make sense, as this is her sacred spring they are near and if she spends time here, she would want it free of debris) that might cause injury.

With her fingertips in his wings and on his cock, it is hard to move his position - and since he has never had to do this before, there is definitely a fair amount of awkward fumbling on his part as they get settled and then resume their activities, only pausing to do as she suggested and run his fingers over her oil glands, adding lubrication to the equation.

"Are you comfortable?"

She certainly looks it, sprawled beneath him on the grass, his fingers hovering over her cunt as he pauses his 'efforts' to ensure he is not doing anything wrong - this feels right, and he knows he will be hard enough soon to take her, but he wants to make sure...