Wriggle was pushed roughly onto the bed, her arms were lifted as her shirt came off, quickly being thrown to the floor. Mystia had somehow done this while kissing Wriggle, who was getting to enjoy the experience more and more. Wriggle could feel heat building up between her legs, and she deepened the kiss, putting her hands on Mystia's face. Those hands slowly moved up to Mystia's ears, tugging on their soft feathers. Mystia grunted into the kiss, giving Wriggle access to her mouth. Mystia wasted no time getting down to her target. Wriggle's pants and underwear came off next, going in the opposite direction of her shirt. She wasted none on getting her own clothes off as well, climbing onto Wriggle. She laughed and pulled Wriggle's leg up, interlocking their cores. Mystia was very vocal, and she groaned, an octave above her normal voice, which amused Wriggle. Mystia squirmed into Wriggle, grabbing her hands, interlocking their fingers, and yelling out. Wriggle pulled Mystia down and held her, her hands on Mystia's shoulders. While they pleasured each other, Wriggle shut her eyes, along with Mystia. Their chests rubbed together. Wriggle looked at Mystia's pleasure-filled face, readying herself. She flipped them over, licking up Mystia's chest to her collarbone, nipping at it. Mystia grabbed onto Wriggle's messy, green, hair, making a sound kind of like a cat's meow. Wriggle licked the jut of bone, from top to bottom.
"Mreeaw!" Mystia cried, strengthening her grip on Wriggle's head.
Wriggle ran her hands down Mystia's bare sides, then ran them back up, grabbing her breasts.
"Aah!" Mystia twitched. With every pull or push of Wriggle's fingers, Mystia's wings flapped, causing breezes into Wriggle, making her shiver.
"Hey, calm down a little." Wriggle said, passionately, rubbing Mystia's thigh. "Are you antsy?" Her rubs increased in speed and distance.
Wriggle ran her tongue down Mystia's stomach, stopping occasionally to bite at the smooth flesh, leaving red marks. Mystia screeched as she was entered by Wriggle's tongue.
"I want to make you happy... Down here too..." Wriggle whispered, just so Mystia heard it. She ran her finger into Mystia stroking her clitorus with her thumb, making Mystia shout out Wriggle's name.
Mystia sat up in the bed, her back arching, as she leaned towards Wriggle a bit. Her hands occupied Wriggle's head, keeping it in place. Her mouth opened and saliva dripped down her chin. Mystia's wings flapped vigorously. Wriggle pumped three fingers in and out of Mystia's core. Wriggle wrapped an arm around Mystia's leg, pushing her head deeper into Mystia.
"Wriggle! ... Wriggle! W-Wriggle! A-a-aaaaha!" Mystia's voice was uncontrollably loud. Mystia interlocked her fingers in Wriggle's green locks. "Wriggle! I'm gonna...! Aahaaa! I'm coming!" Mystia held Wriggle in place, Wriggle lapping up the watery release that squirted onto her face and mouth. Some went on her antennae too. As this happened, Mystia screeched.
"Thanks for the meal..." Wriggle smirked, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. She leaned up and captured Mystia's lips in hers, putting her sweaty hair behind her ear.
"Thank you... Wriggle, I was in heat... Thank you..." Mystia lay them down, Wriggle in her arms, head on her chest.