[He opened his wings further and let gravity claim them, slowly descending back to the floor where the nest awaited. Bare flesh was meshed, and he was all but surrounded with the scent of her. Before the night was through, he wanted little more than to be wreathed in it so that no mistake would be made on whether or not this Astella had a mate.
Once his feet touched the grass he sank further to a seat. They could stand and mate as they had before, but just as gravity had a way of bringing them back to the earth, he couldn't forget that their efforts stained the grass. They had to be strategic... he understood somehow that he'd kept her waiting. Were their minds somehow linked?
As he eased her back he eased himself out of what clothing remained, pants and undergarment that would only hinder than help. He stood erect beneath, to nobody's surprise when a man had a pair of hungry eyes like his were now. He had a duty to her, now, one that overtook all else, even sense: The hours they spent apart needed to be made up in spades, and he wasn't going to be finished until his Ostella was bred.
His face was flushed, but focused as he lowered to kiss her and linger. One broad hand gently parted her thighs while the other grasped himself, lined everything up. His end of the link was filled with how she felt against his lips, against his bare skin, how she fluttered and tightened around his cock every time they made love. This time was different... he wasn't sure how, but he could feel it.]
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Once his feet touched the grass he sank further to a seat. They could stand and mate as they had before, but just as gravity had a way of bringing them back to the earth, he couldn't forget that their efforts stained the grass. They had to be strategic... he understood somehow that he'd kept her waiting. Were their minds somehow linked?
As he eased her back he eased himself out of what clothing remained, pants and undergarment that would only hinder than help. He stood erect beneath, to nobody's surprise when a man had a pair of hungry eyes like his were now. He had a duty to her, now, one that overtook all else, even sense: The hours they spent apart needed to be made up in spades, and he wasn't going to be finished until his Ostella was bred.
His face was flushed, but focused as he lowered to kiss her and linger. One broad hand gently parted her thighs while the other grasped himself, lined everything up. His end of the link was filled with how she felt against his lips, against his bare skin, how she fluttered and tightened around his cock every time they made love. This time was different... he wasn't sure how, but he could feel it.]