Desires 97

I rather loved the confusion in Martin when he saw my wings…


Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Thirty-Three


Martin’s face was already slackened with the feelings of physical pleasure, yet his mouth now gaped open with an ‘ah!’ of astonishment, his eyes wide with wonder at the black-feathered wings now spread out on the mattress to either side of her. A strangled grunt escaped from his throat as her legs tightened around his waist, his cock firmly and completely buried within her hot, sexual folds.

Panting slightly, he shifted his weight enough to reach out with a hand, stroking his fingertips over her wing, taking in the silky feel of her feathers. They were real! Then….then she must be…. “…fallen…?” He murmured, almost disbelievingly, his golden eyes locking onto her own again, the intense questions visible in his gaze.

He didn’t have a chance to answer, at least not right away. Straining his hips forward as he was provided the last little bit of stimulation to send him over the edge at long last. His eyelids closed down, panting breaths exhaled in a low moan of release as his cock spasmed within her. The feeling of his orgasm washed over his entire being, sweat popping out of almost every pore on his body. He relaxed a little when it was over, propped up on his arms with his elbows locked as he was, it took some effort for him to lie down, his arms quivering all the way. Dimly, he reached out again to fondle one of those feathers, pondering everything with the dim look of physical exertion.


Feathers are ticklish aren’t they?





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    • James on October 1, 2013 at 12:51 pm

    Feathers are, indeed most ticklish, as is the dilemma created when the worldview created by one’s upbringing and society (such as black=fallen) clearly does not apply any longer.

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    • TeraS on October 1, 2013 at 2:27 pm

    *just smiles*


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