Susan bites her lip, sharp teeth bringing blood to the surface, and moans low and wordlessly. He feels so different to Roland - different, probably, from any human man - and that thrills her in a way she didn't fully expect. That gill under his cock presses strangely inside her, delightfully, rubbing up against the sensitive wall of her cunt.
Balancing on one leg feels stupid. Without thinking much about it, her wings fluttering slightly, she jumps up onto him, wrapping her other leg around him, bracing them both against the wall with her lower pair of arms. Her cunt tightens around him, and she smiles, one hand tangling in his hair, another wrapped around his shoulders.
"I said shut up," she breathes in his ear, and it sounds like there might be a laugh behind it. "Shut up, Eddie Dean, and fuck me."
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Date: 2017-09-09 07:17 pm (UTC)Balancing on one leg feels stupid. Without thinking much about it, her wings fluttering slightly, she jumps up onto him, wrapping her other leg around him, bracing them both against the wall with her lower pair of arms. Her cunt tightens around him, and she smiles, one hand tangling in his hair, another wrapped around his shoulders.
"I said shut up," she breathes in his ear, and it sounds like there might be a laugh behind it. "Shut up, Eddie Dean, and fuck me."