It is, it is very nice!

When her work has had a good long while to develop, she makes her leisurely way down to his groin, and for the first time takes his cock in her mouth. She is as slow and methodical about this as about everything else.

Oh, look, it's the reccurence of the word that probably means "please!"

What a good word. She appreciates that word very much.

It does not inspire her to move any faster, of course.

He is going to feel everything she wants him to feel, and that is going to take some time.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eventually, she lets him come.

And in the exact moment when he crests the wave of pleasure, she digs her claws into the burn on his chest and rips through it, creating a bright flare of pain and a ragged messy mark in the otherwise perfect symmetry of all his carefully drawn injuries.

His throat gives out halfway mid-scream. 

She lifts her mouth away with a small satisfied noise, and curls up next to him on the blanket and runs her fingers gently through his hair.

His mouth moves in what would probably be a contented sound if his vocal cords still worked. 

She chuckles, and presses a kiss to his cheek.

And meanwhile:

As soon as he leaves his sister, Sovarith heads straight back to his pretty girl.

His pretty girl is curled up in a little ball looking sad. 

He lands and scoops her into his lap and nuzzles her face affectionately.

...She leans against him and makes a vague inquisitive noise but does not stop looking sad. 

Although he knows she can't understand him, he pets her hair and says, "I gave your friend to my sister. She's probably going to fuck him for hours. Don't worry, we're keeping you both even if she doesn't like him as much as I like you."

She makes a vague acknowledging noise and nuzzles him slightly. 

Pet pet pet. "You're so pretty," he says. "I like you. I like the way you cry. I like that you like to be taken by force."

"Mmmmm..."

Mmm she's soft. Very pettable. He wraps his wings around her and pets her some more.

After a little while she starts crying softly. 

He makes a pleased sound and snuggles her.

She's going to keep crying for a while. 

She's such a treasure.

Eventually she trails off and just snuggles him. 

Snuggle snuggle.

"Nesifra's probably finished with your friend for now," he says, petting her some more. "We could go see them."

"I wish I knew what you were saying," she murmurs.