Much to her own dismay, Winnie had no power over her mind any more. She just wanted to fuck, to release this building heat inside of her loins as fast and in as many ways as possible. Upon hearing the whispering words of the little fey behind her ears, the woman could not help but smile knowingly, feeling the joy of having her premonitions of what could have been the cause of the sudden temperature change confirmed. Nevertheless, somewhere in the back of her mind she could still think about the good outcomes of this little mishap. There were worse ways of being trapped with a lust induced spell, and worse people as well, as she looked over to the heat-flustered human stroking his own throbbing genitalia. A flash of warmth surged over her feathers, and she watched the slithering fey disappearing underneath the hem of her skirts. W'ineton did not stop her, she would teach the young little thing a lesson or two about casting spells over her soon enough. For now, she was going to enjoy the overcoming feeling of carelessness and chaos. It was definitely a nice change of things to not have to worry about herself for a change.<br/><br/>It was at that moment, that her eyes returned to the man before her, where she saw him letting lose of the table he had been gripping so hard. The words that left his mouth were only a confirmation about her own thoughts, but not a single word seemed to escape her lips in response lest for the sound of a deep throaty and lustful moan. Even the powerful woman herself blushed of the thought that she could sound so horny, with all her usual restraints and attitude she had not thought she still had it in herself to act so young.<br/><br/>Upon being grabbed by her waist and roughly shoved onto the table, she just meekly abided and wrapped her hands around the humans neck. Her stuttering words were almost shy, and none like her own self as she muttered like a displeased child to him.<br/><br/>''No... no.. please.. continue.. I need you, it... I need you, please.''<br/><br/>Her legs, long lean and beautifully coloured blue, wrapped themselves around the man's waist. None of the feathers that had seemed to be hidden underneath her closed were touched by the terrible fire she had spoken of before. The charred bits of blue that seemed to grace her arms were in deep contrast to the original beauty of what lies underneath the fabrics. Winnie was still wearing black boiled leather boots with more laces then anyone could deem necessary for feet. But it suited the woman well, who could not have expected the domineering madame was wearing anything else but such decadent and dominating shoeware? It was merely a peek into what lied beneath the ruffled turquoise skirts, laced with black velvet and stringed together with leather belts. The clasps were easily opened, and as her arms had slid of his shoulders when he had backed away, she was now fumbling eagerly with her bodice to open her clothes before his eyes. It did not take long before she released her plump and firm round orbs of gorgeously blue feathered breasts, adorned with deep purple babysoft feathery nipples. She looked at the human, drinking in his response, hoping to see approval in his face as she watched him with a new warmth in her normally icy blue eyes.<br/><br/>Her skirts were now pushed up so far, one would be able to see the red orb of light emitting from the little devil that hid beneath, who would already be able to revel in the knowledge that the woman was wearing replica's of almost 'ancient'  purple French lingerie. Complete with the tiniest black bows and ribbons, tied together at her curvaceous hips. Just one look at the naked form of this Aviari, and it was evident that her body was a result of magical meddling, because no birdwoman could ever be graced with such curves by nature. If Darion would be able to think clear at all, he would know that Winnie had knowledge of the same dark powers as Ashy once had used, although she had put them to use in a much more 'sophisticated' way then horns and a tail. If one could call the orbs that were now jiggling before the man's eyes, and the wide luscious hips in his hands,<i> sophisticated</i>.<br/><br/>Her long legs were parted in such a lewd way, that he could see the honeydew glistening on her purple lips. The tiniest feathers were completely wet of arousal, smeared aside by her own rough fingers and enticingly open enough for the warrior to see her soft pink flesh underneath. The tight snug hole winked at him to be filled with his hot throbbing meat, and the writhing mess attached to it was moaning for him to take her just as he had imagined to do before his dignity had made him step back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>