Mirri was in heaven. Her little scheme was about to bear it's hot and sticky fruit but right now the winged lamia didn't care. As the fey had hoped, W'ineton's feathery nethers had parted for Darion's assault. That mighty shaft pushing her into the tight, wet passage, burying both of them in Winnie's slick depths, and the warrior didn't even stop there! He continued thrusting Mirri in and out of the Aviari woman, it was bliss. Her hair and body was drenched in Winnie's juices, the woman's scent filled the fey's nose and mouth. Her wings were getting wrinkled but she just couldn't care right now. It was delicious, it felt better than anything Parin had ever let her do, and the beautiful thing was she could share this sensation with her two lovers through magic.<br/><br/>Murring happily, Mirri let go of Darion's shaft while still buried within Winnie's depths. The red glow of her form illuminating Wineton's pink inner depths. Darion's thrusts now ground over her entire body, each thrust pushing her a little deeper while his shaft rubbed over her breasts, gut, exposed slit and tail. His huge throbbing member pressed tightly against her small frame and the wall's of Winnie's sex. Buried deeply within Winnie's tunnel, with only the tip of her tail sticking out, there was no way the fey was capable of hearing the Aviari's threats and curses. Even if she could hear them, Mirri was unlikely to care.<br/><br/>Feeling Darion's thrusts go rougher, the faerie did get a little uncomfortable with the head of Darion's cock mashing into her breasts. Hissing, she crawled as deep as she could before finding herself trapped between the tight ring that prevented her entry into Winnie's womb, and the mercenary's rod bumping against her lower body. Trapped by her own antics, and unable to escape, Mirri could do nothing each that blunt head bashed into her groin. Still sensitive, and already having been near her release, the rough sensation of something pushing against a hole it'd never fit in finally set Mirri's second climax.<br/><br/>This time the fey didn't stay silent, though it was extremely unlikely her shrill cries were heard from Winnie's innermost depths. Her whole body twisted and shuddered while her peak ravaged through her small frame, setting her nerves alight with jolts of pleasure that changed the snake-tailed faerie into a vibrating toy trembling against the Aviari's inner walls and the shaft ravaging her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>