She couldn’t cry out anymore, only bite her lip as she held onto you for dear life. You move to lay your torso down across hers, careful to not place any real weight on her. Your bare chest picks up traces of sweat as her rapidly undulating chest fur brushes against you. You bring your nose to hers and leave one hand on her wing root, the other cups the side of her face. She opens her eyes to look into yours and locks one foreleg around your arm, the other pulls on your neck. In a surprising display of cognizance, she pulls her muzzle up to your ear.