She shivers at the sensation of his feathers against her skin, moans in pleasure at the feel of them. "So very soft, but even better than I imagined."

Joy floods her being at his response, and desire. "Then I would have you, Skellig. Have you be mine."

She places a hand over his heart, wraps her other arm around him and kisses him hard. She's careful, so careful, not to hurt him, but there's a feeling of primal NEED, wildness, in her kiss.

"Until today, it had been decades since I had gotten any relief other than at my own hands," she tells him, eyes dark. She mouths at his neck. "Invisible to mortals, shunned by the other gods, all alone."