If his mouth were not so occupied, there might have been a snappy comment to that. Sometimes. (He'll never be able to deal with losing his edge, even knowing well she's teasing.)
He follows the trail of her thigh, kissing the patches of skin unearthed by her shifting plants. Though plants are easily his to call as well, he doesn't control them so directly upon his person as she does. It is only his wings, stretching out so her vines can wind around them, into their feathers -- a terribly sensitive place.
Speaking of sensitive. He moves his head between her legs, delving in against her with his tongue, as he promised.
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If his mouth were not so occupied, there might have been a snappy comment to that. Sometimes. (He'll never be able to deal with losing his edge, even knowing well she's teasing.)
He follows the trail of her thigh, kissing the patches of skin unearthed by her shifting plants. Though plants are easily his to call as well, he doesn't control them so directly upon his person as she does. It is only his wings, stretching out so her vines can wind around them, into their feathers -- a terribly sensitive place.
Speaking of sensitive. He moves his head between her legs, delving in against her with his tongue, as he promised.