Hoooooaah fuck, this long gangly bird was... hot... he didn't feel a bulge, but hey, he'll figure it out. Retractable maybe? Multi-purpose hole? Fuck, though, the whole picture is pretty fucking hot...
"Never had sex with a bird guy before... gotta tell me what feels good, pretty birdy, 'cause I wanna hear you sing," the imp purred, quite literally, as he finished unbuttoning that jacket to peek at the figure. Feathers are kinda hot, actually...
Stolas let's his black jacket slip off his shoulder to sit at the crook of his elbows, putting all his soft gray feathers on display. The way the imp looked at him with heat in his eyes... it was enough to make his quills stand on edge.
The young prince bit back the urge to say that he's never had sex before, but he might have been clued in when earlier he stated that he's never been kissed. Though, he did know what made him feel good. Stolas wasn't completely innocent in the ways of his own anatomy. He was a teenager with... curious needs after all.
"Your first time with a goetia? Well then, allow me to educate you on avian anatomy." Again Stolas rocked his hips deliberately down on the apex of Blitzø's bulge. His talons tighten on the imp's shoulder as he shutters a soft moan. "Lesson one.... we are very sensitive to rubbing."
"Hhhoo-oooohhh, fuck," Blitzo cussed, a dopey smile crossing his rapidly heating face. Behind him, his tail curled and coiled restlessly. Those pretty bird thighs around him, straddling him... and they're squishy, when he squeezes them for balance and grinds up against Stolas' groin.
"Fuck yes... and you got such pretty legs, how about I fuck these thick thighs, huh?"
Feeling those claws dig into the meat of his thighs flipped a switch inside him and his grip on the imp's shoulder tightened. In a hushed whisper, more profanity moaned passed his beak as Blitzo pressed up into him. Fuck yes, he wanted more of that heat. But if this sensation persisted, he could already feel the fabric of his trousers growing damp.
"W-wait...." Stolas breathed. "... My pants. They will get soiled."
"You got the money to buy more, don't ya? I could rip these right off," Blitzo purred, letting his claw hook into the waistband of the pants and pull just enough to make a few threads snap. There was no denying he also wanted to go all out, but the way Stolas trembled with anticipation was so fucking hot, too.
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"Never had sex with a bird guy before... gotta tell me what feels good, pretty birdy, 'cause I wanna hear you sing," the imp purred, quite literally, as he finished unbuttoning that jacket to peek at the figure. Feathers are kinda hot, actually...
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The young prince bit back the urge to say that he's never had sex before, but he might have been clued in when earlier he stated that he's never been kissed. Though, he did know what made him feel good. Stolas wasn't completely innocent in the ways of his own anatomy. He was a teenager with... curious needs after all.
"Your first time with a goetia? Well then, allow me to educate you on avian anatomy." Again Stolas rocked his hips deliberately down on the apex of Blitzø's bulge. His talons tighten on the imp's shoulder as he shutters a soft moan. "Lesson one.... we are very sensitive to rubbing."
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"Fuck yes... and you got such pretty legs, how about I fuck these thick thighs, huh?"
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"W-wait...." Stolas breathed. "... My pants. They will get soiled."
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