Whatever resistance Darion had evaporated almost instantly with her words.  That almost shy, and begging tone in her stuttered words could not be ignored.  Especially not when added with her limbs reaching out to grab him and pull him back in.  In the process he got a really good look now as more of her cloths were removed.  Where most of her feathers seemed to have been charred and damaged… As some of her cloths were pulled away he got a clear look of what her feathers used to be.  The once beautiful and vibrant colors that used to adorn her body before the disaster that befell her home.  Everyone should be thankful that her leather and lace had protect that beautiful vibrant blue of at least some of her feathers.  He was very thankful as he watched her cloths ride up.<br/><br/>All that leather, he was pretty sure would definitely fit this woman with how adamant she had been before on the deck.  He could feel that leather of her boots pressing into his back from her legs, the heat and fire from the fey magic again filled his eyes.  Even as that, he couldn't remain his attention on the riding leather and cloth.  Her hands appearing to fumble with the leather straps and cloth of her bodice drew his attention.  Especially when she finally freed her very generous chest.  Just looking at those large orbs, Darion knew she must have done something to increase her size.  No other aviary he had seen had even come close to that size.  Not even her sister’s large size.<br/><br/>As soon as she had each plump orb free of the confining cloth, Darion just drank the sight of them for a moment.  No real thoughts in his head beyond the no longer contained lust.  His hands that had been resting on her thighs with her legs around him moved, no longer running through her feathers on her legs, he moved them up without much hesitation.  Each hand moved up and too the soft feathers and flesh of her breasts, and pressed into them deeply with his fingers into her flesh.  Darion was not gentle, but not trying to induce pain.  He could barely hold both in his hands.  After enjoying the feel of them both in his hands, Darion moved a few fingers to run them over her nipples lightly, running around them in circles with his rough fingers.<br/><br/>Feeling the moving cloth around his waist, Darion couldn't miss seeing the red glow of the fey beneath her skirt, and those rather lacy panties that were little more than in the way.  He didn't even think about the style being nothing at all like anything he personally had seen.  Just that they and the fey would be in the way.  But then he had never been in this position with anyone with the money to afford these kinds of cloths.  Pushing her skirts completely out of the way before pulling at the fabric of her underwear.  He didn't seem to care if it was torn and rendered useless.  He only used one of his hands to do this.  The other never left her breasts.<br/><br/>The thought of her generous curves not being natural barely even entered his mind… though he did think she had much sexier curves that her sister.  Not that it mattered once the French lingerie was out of the way and he could see those soft, small, almost dripping wet, violet feathers surrounding her lips.  His eyes could not leave the pink flesh inside those lips as he watched Winnie’s fingers spread them on display for his eyes.<br/><br/>Having no more mind to hesitate, Darion finally removed his hands from the Aviari’s body to move to his own cloths that hadn't been taken off at all.  He didn't care about his shirt, but each hand reached down to his pants, undoing his belt and pulling his pants down fast.  Finally, his long hard length was free of the confines of his pants, and there in the open, hanging there completely erect while laying against her feathers, and not particularly aimed to miss the fey.<br/><br/>Pulling back a little he aimed the head of his dick towards her.  Leaning forward to push Winnie onto her back, darion braced himself on the table with his arms around her.  There was no real ceremony, and he wasn't gentle with this woman, especially if the leather fit her so well.  Darion buried his dick inside W’ineton in one quick thrust, burying all 8 inches of himself deep into the Aviari woman.  He sat there a moment before he started to fuck her, starting slow, and gradually getting harder and faster.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>