Page 18 of Rings and Wings and Stardust Things

“Savannah,” he said suddenly, breaking my reverie.

I looked at him expectantly.

“I... about earlier,” he began before trailing off, seeming unsure how to continue.

“It's okay,” I reassured him quickly before he over-thought it further - something I sensed might come easily to someone who kept so much hidden.

The relentless rhythm of rain against the cave entrance provided a steady backdrop to the wild thrumming of my heart. Ryon stood across from me, his eyes reflecting the dim light, a storm of his own brewing in their depths. I saw the tension in his shoulders, his feathers lying flat against his form, a sign of inner turmoil.

I moved towards him, steps measured, pulse racing with trepidation and desire. The air between us seemed to crackle with unspoken words, the charge of our earlier encounter. My fingertips grazed the sleek fabric of his vest, feeling his solidity beneath.

“Ryon,” my voice barely above a whisper, “I don't want you to pull away.”

He tilted his head, considering me with a gaze that seemed to see right through to my core. “I shouldn't have let things go as far as they did,” he said, regret lacing his words. “You're here for a job, and I?—”

I cut him off with a shake of my head, stepping closer until there was barely a breath between us. “I'm here because I wanted an adventure. Something different, something new. And I found that... in you.”

His eyes widened slightly, a subtle shift. I felt the heat radiating off his body, the soft rustle of his feathers as he drew breath. “Savannah, I?—”

Rising onto my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his cheek in a kiss that was both question and answer. For a moment he was motionless, caught off guard by my boldness. But then, with a low rumble in his throat, he responded, his beak parting to allow the sweep of his uniquely textured tongue against mine.

The kiss deepened, and I let my hands explore the contours of his chest, the vest a barrier between my skin and his feathers. Breaking away just long enough to speak, my voice husky with need, “What turns you on?”

Ryon's breath hitched, his eyes darkening to rich amber. “Touch,” he said simply, the single word hanging heavy with implication.

I reached for the vest fastenings, my fingers working deftly to undo each one. With every inch of exposed skin, I trailed my fingertips across the soft down, tracing the lines of muscle and bone, the intricate patterns of his feathers. The vest fell away with a soft thud, affording me a view of his avian splendor.

Running my hands over him, I felt the rise and fall of his chest as breathing grew more labored. His feathers ruffled under my touch, a visible sign of arousal that sent satisfaction coursing through me. Leaning in, I pressed a kiss to the base of his neck, my tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of his skin underneath the fine feathers.

Ryon's wings unfurled slightly, the tips quivering as I continued exploring. I felt the power coiled within him, a potent combination of strength and restraint. His hands cradled my face, tilting it towards his as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that left no doubt as to his desire.

We stumbled backwards, bodies entwined, until the cool stone met my back. Ryon's wings enveloped us, creating an intimate cocoon shutting out the world. His beak trailed a path of fire down my neck, breath hot against my skin.

I moaned, fingers tangling in his feathers, pulling him closer. The rational part of my brain screamed to slow down, to consider the implications, but I was past the point of no return. All I needed was the feeling of his body against mine, the way he made me feel alive like never before.

The storm faded into the background as Ryon's deft fingers worked at the fastenings of my boots. My heart pounded frantically, matching the insistent throbbing between my thighs. I clung to his broad, feathered shoulders, fingers digging into the downy plumage as he carefully removed each boot.

I was acutely aware of our closeness, the heat radiating from his body. His wings partially unfurled, the glow of his feathers catching the faint light. The sight of him, so strange yet achingly beautiful, took my breath away.

Ryon slid his hands up my legs, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. Hooking his fingers under my waistband, he peeled away my pants and underwear in one fluid motion. Cool air washed over my exposed flesh, and I shivered, legs trembling with anticipation.

Ryon's golden eyes met mine, and in their depths I saw a raw, unbridled need that mirrored my own. Leaning forward, his beak parted slightly as he breathed in my scent. The primal gesture flooded my core with fresh wetness.

Then he lowered his head, wings enveloping me in a cocoon of feathers and heat. His tongue, so unlike a human's - thick, textured, designed for tastes and sensations beyond comprehension. But as it slid against my folds, finding the small, sensitive nub of my clitoris, I found myself craving the pleasure he offered.

He lapped at me with long, languid strokes, each swipe of his tongue sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my veins. I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls as I rode the wave of sensation. Ryon's arms wrapped around my legs, hands gripping my thighs as he lifted me slightly, burying his face deeper between my quivering flesh.

The world narrowed to the two of us, the incredible feeling of his tongue against my most intimate parts. The tension swelled within me, a tightening coil that threatened to snap. I chanted his name like a mantra, a desperate plea for release from the exquisite torment.

“Ryon, Ryon, Ryon...”

My orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning - sudden and electrifying. My body convulsed, legs clamping around his head as I came apart. Stars danced before my eyes, my mind a whirl of pleasure and wonder as I rode the waves.

Ryon held me through it all, his tongue slowly gentling its movements as I gradually floated back down. My breath came in ragged gulps, heart racing as I struggled to process the intensity.

He released me gently, allowing my legs to slide down until my feet touched the floor. I sagged against him, body still trembling from the aftershocks.

He nuzzled my cheek. “Are you ready for more?”

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