What was the harm in sinking into the flesh of soft feathers and drown in this shared lust between them? Throw away the thoughts of tender moments and soft touches, he never was a kind lover, She would know this and gasp as lips sought out the pulse in her neck and bite down. Tongue would tease the skin, run its appendage down her neck - Not to soothe her skin - But to swallow that blood that dripped from broken skin slowly. Ah, she tasted so sweet. A pastry that would be doused in milk and gobbled up soon enough. Another bite before he looked up from her neck, grinning as the drops of blood left and ran down the side of his lips. Tongue would gather what had drifted away from his mouth as he adjusted her against the wall.

Such a small thing, compared to his stature.
He would crush her and leave her breathless.

The gown she wore would be risen by gloved hands as he knelt in front of her, her leg lifted and thrown over his shoulder where the inside of her thigh would be marked up. His, he would let anyone whom dared venture too close know that she was claimed and his forever. Another bite before a sharp suck. Her thighs would be bruised and throbbing from the moment this ended and he loved the thought of it. From behind the bunched up garb of the woman would he chuckle before her undergarments were tugged from his way. Ah, no longer a need to hide, little swallow. Let the phoenix swallow you WHOLE.

She quivered underneath him beautifully, the way she hissed and squirmed made him both laugh and drag his tongue inside her thighs to TEASE and TASTE her at the same time. Scream, let God know whom you belong to, mistress. Lips trail down from her thigh to her core before a tongue would lick up to her clit and tease the small button with precise movement. Up, down- Slow and steady would his tongue tease and suck her dry- Drain the river of her womanhood and drown himself in her essence was a desire that would soon be meet. Once she OBEYED. She made sweet little melodies with her tongue as his own played her like a piano- Pressing a key to make her sing! Hands ripped and pulled at hair as he only continued further, tongue invading her to make her sing just for him.

How beautiful!
He desired MORE.

His strokes did not lose speed, only gained with every moan and mewl she made under his touch. Her voice an addiction he wished to die from an overdose from at this point. The tenseness of her legs warned him of what was to come and he did not halt as he pressed his lips around her and began to drink what he could swallow- Sucking her wanton flesh until she screamed his name and drowned him in bliss. Ah, such a pretty bird~. The Octava only chuckled as he stood, hands upon her side squeezing the flesh before lips would be drawn toward her ear.

"I can make you scream in so many ways~.
Shall I continue~?"

And her head would roll as he pressed his sharp body against her hourglass. Careful, he wouldn't want to break her glass so soon. Not when the fun was only beginning