He was utterly blissed-out and content, letting out a deep sigh as he kept holding her for a moment. His tail swayed in slow, happy arcs. He would have liked to stay like that for a while, enjoying her heat and her smell. Maybe have her again, eventually. Make her lick his cock again, or try licking her instead of just his tail, or even just keep filling her like this. But the sun would come, and there wasn't time. Someone would arrive in the morning, and finding her at all would see him replaced, let alone finding her trapped on him.
He sighed again, wings uncurling to fold behind him. His hold on her loosened, and he carefully took his feet off of her ankles. He slid his softening cock out of her, nuzzling at her neck and giving it a tentative lick of affection. He tried to set her as gently as he could on the floor, turning as he did so he could see her better. He rocked back onto his back toes, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands, looking her over with his tail still swaying.
There was something wrong with his memory. He wasn't sure what, but he could tell. But he wanted very much to remember this. Weak and soft and slender little human with her skin all flushed red, clawmarks in her skin and glitter on her mouth and her cheeks and her chest, silvery seed leaking out of her and soaking her thighs, limp and worn out on the floor.
It would have been better if she weren't obviously crying and trembling with fear.
He exhaled a huff of resignation through his nose, standing up with the full awareness that she might go darting off again. He returned to where he'd abandoned his cloth, tying it back around his waist and awkwardly trying to use it to rub their mingled fluids from him.
… it wasn't like anyone ever saw the inside of the thing. It'd all just be stone, soon.
He picked her hoodie back up, and made his way back to her with it. He crouched in front of her, and tried to drape it over her legs. That wasn't how she'd worn it, but he wasn't sure he could get it back onto her. He wanted it to be as clear as possible that she should take it with her when she went. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, trying to figure out how to convey appreciation. He settled on running his claws through her hair again, and licking the side of her face.
Then he stepped back, still crouching, bringing his knees together and resting his hands on top of them. He put his chin on the back of his hands, and drew his wings in close. This way he could watch her go, right up until he couldn't see anything.
He sighed again, wings uncurling to fold behind him. His hold on her loosened, and he carefully took his feet off of her ankles. He slid his softening cock out of her, nuzzling at her neck and giving it a tentative lick of affection. He tried to set her as gently as he could on the floor, turning as he did so he could see her better. He rocked back onto his back toes, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands, looking her over with his tail still swaying.
There was something wrong with his memory. He wasn't sure what, but he could tell. But he wanted very much to remember this. Weak and soft and slender little human with her skin all flushed red, clawmarks in her skin and glitter on her mouth and her cheeks and her chest, silvery seed leaking out of her and soaking her thighs, limp and worn out on the floor.
It would have been better if she weren't obviously crying and trembling with fear.
He exhaled a huff of resignation through his nose, standing up with the full awareness that she might go darting off again. He returned to where he'd abandoned his cloth, tying it back around his waist and awkwardly trying to use it to rub their mingled fluids from him.
… it wasn't like anyone ever saw the inside of the thing. It'd all just be stone, soon.
He picked her hoodie back up, and made his way back to her with it. He crouched in front of her, and tried to drape it over her legs. That wasn't how she'd worn it, but he wasn't sure he could get it back onto her. He wanted it to be as clear as possible that she should take it with her when she went. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, trying to figure out how to convey appreciation. He settled on running his claws through her hair again, and licking the side of her face.
Then he stepped back, still crouching, bringing his knees together and resting his hands on top of them. He put his chin on the back of his hands, and drew his wings in close. This way he could watch her go, right up until he couldn't see anything.