Kreyu pauses in teasing him with her mouth to catch her breath, panting a little.

She flushes, pleased, when he calls her 'my beautiful winged one'. She kisses his chest as she speaks. "My soul knew what my mind did not, that I was needed." The edges of her feathers brush his body as one wing mantles over him. "And you saved me, my love, from less physical dangers."

"Shall I tease your legs with my mouth for a while?" she asks, voice husky. "Then, hm, perhaps I should lavish attention on your stomach, let your cock rub between my breasts?"