[She's allowed to do as she likes now that he's inside her. He muffles his moan into her neck before moving to suck and nibble on her ear, one hand on her hip to steady her and another to stroke one of her wings.]
[ This time she moans as well, unrestrained, from his touch and from being lost in that way only he seems able to do. It's not only the wings, or her own transformation, it's feeling safe and accepted and wanted. ]
[ Her back arches as her hips rock faster, sending her wings snapping out straight back. The sound she makes is strangled, but unmistakably a pleased growl. ]
[She's beautiful, stunning in every way, and her body fits his perfectly. He presses kisses to the tips of her wings, somewhat muffling his own moans.]
[ Her wings flick at his touch and kisses, curling around him almost possessively. If he looks back at her face, he'll see her red eyes have gone bright and gold. ]
[ She gives him a long, breathless kiss while the small of he back flexes to tilt her hips, making her moan against his mouth. Then she places a hand on his chest and pushes him, aiming to get him on his back on her improvised wing pillow. If he goes, he'll find her demeanor shifts -- wings flaring, back arching, hips swiveling, gold eyes burning down on him. The pitch of her voice lifts by quick degrees, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room in time with the rocking bed. ]
[Down he goes. She's a vision above him, radiant in her beauty and her pleasure, a true queen. He strokes the tip of a wing with one hand and rubs her clit above where they're joined with the other, to the same rhythm as her movements.
His own cries echo hers, her name falling into wordless moans.]
[ Her gold eyes stand out against her silvery skin and the din of the room, watching him closely despite that she tends to shut her eyes when especially pleased as she is now. A slow smile forms as he touches her, and her hips abruptly stop, pressing down on him. ]
Always so considerate, [ her low purr of a voice croons, and she reaches down to stroke through his hair and down his cheek. ]
What if I asked that you not finish until I say to? [ Her hips turn a slow, teasing circle, no vertical movement whatsoever. ] Could you do that for me?
[It might be sweet torture, but at this moment he truly believes he could fulfill anything she asked of him. As long as it would make her smile like that.]
[ Her expression shifts, true joy mingled in with her predator's smile. She stoops down further and kisses him, slow and full. ]
So good to me. I'll make sure to reward you.
[ On her way back up to sitting, she strokes along the edge of one of his wings with two outstretched fingers. ] When it's time, I'll kiss you again.
[ Before he can say anything her hips move again, lifting her nearly off him before gliding back down and shifting her muscles so she flutters around him. She didn't say she'd make it easy. ]
[ She can see him zoning out a bit as she moves, and though she doesn't love it, she knows it's his effort to follow her directive. So she loves him for it, but that doesn't mean she'll accept it. ]
[ Lilting her hips just so, she makes an unrestrained keening sound which soars to all corners of the room and must surely interrupt whatever else he's thinking about. If that doesn't do it, she reaches down to pluck his hand from wherever it's perched and guides it up her body -- the taut planes of her stomach, over her breast, up to her mouth so her tongue and teeth can tease and nip at his fingers, and then she laces her fingers with his from behind his hand so she can hold it fast and gently, slowly bite the inside of his wrist. All the while her hips move at a lazy, legato pace, pressing down hard against him while the muscles inside her coil around him and crest upwards like she's stroking him, and with each movement she purrs her delight. ]
[ She wants him unable to think of anything but her. Her eyes gloam with a soft golden glow and watch him carefully, hoping he'll come around. ]
[ Wrecked is a good look for him, she must say. But when his blood hits her tongue she groans and her hips speed eagerly -- there won't ever be a turn-on as big as tasting how much he wants her, and in this case she gets an echo of those same feelings. She laps at his wrist before placing his hand on her waist, squeezing so his hold is as she likes it. ]
[ She makes a sound like she might have been trying to gasp out a word, and her hips press him down hard each time she moves. She leans forward, lowering herself onto her elbows, her panting mouth close to his. ]
[He catches her mouth in a messy kiss, no concentration left for grace or precision or anything but pure need. Doctor squeezes her tightly, meeting each motion with his own.
He can't call her name like this, but it's there in the flush on his skin, the tang of his blood and desire. Aliza, Aliza, Aliza.]
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[ Her back arches as her hips rock faster, sending her wings snapping out straight back. The sound she makes is strangled, but unmistakably a pleased growl. ]
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[She's beautiful, stunning in every way, and her body fits his perfectly. He presses kisses to the tips of her wings, somewhat muffling his own moans.]
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[ She gives him a long, breathless kiss while the small of he back flexes to tilt her hips, making her moan against his mouth. Then she places a hand on his chest and pushes him, aiming to get him on his back on her improvised wing pillow. If he goes, he'll find her demeanor shifts -- wings flaring, back arching, hips swiveling, gold eyes burning down on him. The pitch of her voice lifts by quick degrees, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room in time with the rocking bed. ]
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His own cries echo hers, her name falling into wordless moans.]
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Always so considerate, [ her low purr of a voice croons, and she reaches down to stroke through his hair and down his cheek. ]
What if I asked that you not finish until I say to? [ Her hips turn a slow, teasing circle, no vertical movement whatsoever. ] Could you do that for me?
[ Queen Mode does not fuck around ]
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[It might be sweet torture, but at this moment he truly believes he could fulfill anything she asked of him. As long as it would make her smile like that.]
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So good to me. I'll make sure to reward you.
[ On her way back up to sitting, she strokes along the edge of one of his wings with two outstretched fingers. ] When it's time, I'll kiss you again.
[ Before he can say anything her hips move again, lifting her nearly off him before gliding back down and shifting her muscles so she flutters around him. She didn't say she'd make it easy. ]
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Think about not sexy things. Think about medicine. Think about the formulas for medicine. List every ingredient in your head.]
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[ Lilting her hips just so, she makes an unrestrained keening sound which soars to all corners of the room and must surely interrupt whatever else he's thinking about. If that doesn't do it, she reaches down to pluck his hand from wherever it's perched and guides it up her body -- the taut planes of her stomach, over her breast, up to her mouth so her tongue and teeth can tease and nip at his fingers, and then she laces her fingers with his from behind his hand so she can hold it fast and gently, slowly bite the inside of his wrist. All the while her hips move at a lazy, legato pace, pressing down hard against him while the muscles inside her coil around him and crest upwards like she's stroking him, and with each movement she purrs her delight. ]
[ She wants him unable to think of anything but her. Her eyes gloam with a soft golden glow and watch him carefully, hoping he'll come around. ]
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Aliza...
[He squeezes her fingers and rocks up into her, unable to help himself.]
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[ She makes a sound like she might have been trying to gasp out a word, and her hips press him down hard each time she moves. She leans forward, lowering herself onto her elbows, her panting mouth close to his. ]
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He can't call her name like this, but it's there in the flush on his skin, the tang of his blood and desire. Aliza, Aliza, Aliza.]