WC :: 4+ ::*whistles innocently*
Zalia listened intently to what Tobias told her. This Marahute was bigger than he? She couldn’t believe it, but she kept her thoughts to herself as they both swam through the air, naturally falling into aerobatic stunts and tricky maneuvers. It felt so good to be flying again, feeling the small tendons in her shoulder burn with pleasure at each wing flap. Oh how she had missed the sky! She briefly looked over at the redtail as he banked to the side and quickly mimicked his move by going the opposite direction. It was fun having a flying companion once again. The birds that twittered by Eden were terrified of the talons Zalia possessed and never allowed her to join them in their group chatterings, too scared the hen harrier would swoop by and collect one of them for dinner. Tobias began to speak of his beginnings and the mottled woman dipped down to fly beside him once more.
Being in a cage had been awful. Zalia thought back to when she was panicking and throwing curses at the mohawked hybrid, though he didn’t seem to understand her protests. At the time she believed she’d rather drown in the water than be helped by a canine, but Jiva’s persistence had actually saved her. She supposed she owed him that much, though she had been angry and wild when he caged her. Looking over at Tobias once more, she realized that he had a soft spot for the wolf, though he tried his best to hide it. This Jiva really wasn’t that bad after all and if Palaydrian loved him, maybe Zalia could learn to accept him too. Tobias dove away after his explanation, he may have been short with words, but Zalia liked him.
Down below, Palaydrian cried out with lustful surprise when her love pulled her forwards and fell backwards towards the grass, the tree trunk behind them enveloping Jiva’s back. Her teasing seemed to do the trick as she laughed playfully looking into his eyes. A low hum of delight grumbled in her throat as the hybrid’s hands stroked her stomach and the tenderness of her breasts. She eagerly met his kiss by leaning forward and meeting him halfway, her own gloved hands moving up to guide his hands inviting them to squeeze her and gently caress before she moved past her navel and towards the sweet depths below. She needed him now and from the hard bulge beneath her rump, she could tell he was thinking just the same thing. Take me... she pleaded into his ear with a breathy whisper, before she rolled off of him and lay sprawled out in the grass.
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