Maeve
He runs his hands up beneath her skirt, bunching the loose fabric up until his fingers are ghosting along the underside of her breast. Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch and the warmth of the fire washes over her skin as he exposes it to the air. "We've got tonight... and anytime after that." Because this won't be a one time thing. She doesn't think so at least. This attraction is too big to just be once. Maeve looks up to catch his gaze, lips curling into a smirk as he shudders at the touch of her thumb against his horn. His wings press in against her back urging her closer until she's flush against him again.
His wings are firm and strong and she loves the way they brush against the skin of her back, "Settle for the couch? I suppose we will." She murmurs back, voice hushed between them as his hands work her dress off. Maeve lifts her arms, allowing him to pull it over her head and suddenly she's completely bare in his lap. Nothing but inches and inches of skin for him to explore. Her breasts are small, big enough to fill his palms should he wish to cup them and her nipples are pierced with silver barbells. One through each of the dusty pink buds. Her skin is cast in a warm glow from the fire, the flames dancing across pale flesh as his wings flare out to expose her to the light for him to drink her in.
Maeve licks her lips, drawing the hand that was on his horn away to brace against his knee as she leans back so he can get a better look at her. "What do you think, beastie? Distracting enough for you?" She murmurs, her other hand trailing down her body to draw his eyes before she's reaching for one of his hands, bringing it to her waist. He's still dressed and that won't do at all, but he has her distracted at least momentarily.
His wings are firm and strong and she loves the way they brush against the skin of her back, "Settle for the couch? I suppose we will." She murmurs back, voice hushed between them as his hands work her dress off. Maeve lifts her arms, allowing him to pull it over her head and suddenly she's completely bare in his lap. Nothing but inches and inches of skin for him to explore. Her breasts are small, big enough to fill his palms should he wish to cup them and her nipples are pierced with silver barbells. One through each of the dusty pink buds. Her skin is cast in a warm glow from the fire, the flames dancing across pale flesh as his wings flare out to expose her to the light for him to drink her in.
Maeve licks her lips, drawing the hand that was on his horn away to brace against his knee as she leans back so he can get a better look at her. "What do you think, beastie? Distracting enough for you?" She murmurs, her other hand trailing down her body to draw his eyes before she's reaching for one of his hands, bringing it to her waist. He's still dressed and that won't do at all, but he has her distracted at least momentarily.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
