This is what comes of letting a curious, fearless virgin have free rein to explore, I thought, burying my panting breaths into the bed as Mairwen feathered light touches over the surprisingly sensitive stretch of my wings. And in spite of the sticky pool of arousal pressed between my belly and the mattress, and the painfully sharp ache of my erect cock, and the fact that Mairwen had been over my wings twice now and studied every inch of what was available to her from my position face down while leaving me simmering and ready to burst, I was grinning. Mairwen was perfuming.
