Winnie could not do anything else but purr in delight of the feel of those calloused and rough fingers ruffling up the tiniest feathers that adorned her breasts so beautifully. He wasn't gentle, but nothing in the writhing, moaning mess that was called w'ineton showed of any restraint towards his less then gallant moves. If ever, she even seemed to enjoy it all the more, pressing her full chest up higher into the air, into his hands, as she arched her back over the table.  Once he had enough of the feel and play of her breasts she let out a small shreeuk of surprise when the sound of torn cloth reached her ears. She could feel the soft lace hang loose around her ankles, torn from one side and rendered useless for future use. She did not care though, how could she?<br/><br/>The woman was far too occupied with the strange sensation of two writhing buds the size of peas rubbing against her ever so moist and sodden lips between her legs. She had forgotten about the fey, knowing that this rough warrior was about to take her, the thought of a little vixen had escaped her depraved and sex-craving mind. Nevertheless, the little thing was very much noticable now, as it had began sucking at her clitoris, making Winnie buck eagerly and uncontrollable against the fumbling Darion who was trying to pry his pants open.<br/><br/>Her wet slick nectar was flowing freely over his breeches, staining everything in its way as the kirring and whistling moaning sounds of the bird increased in eagerness. Winnie was trying to hold herself together, biting her bottomlip as she could feel the building orgasm lighting her loins on fire. W'ineton sucked in her breath, holding her breasts tightly into her own hands as she tried to compose herself on the table, revelling in the feel of the warm vipermouth sucked tight around her throbbing clitoris. She reached down to the slithering tail of her little friend with one hand, breathing heavily in the air, as she stroked the slick scaled of the fey to urge the woman on in her mischievous behaviour. It must be a strange, but a colourful sight to take in, those wet glistening bright violet feathers against the deep green scaled of the snaketail of fey.<br/><br/>Finally she could hear the drop of cloth on the floor, and lifted herself up just enough to get a glimpse of the eagerly awaited throbbing slab of meat she wanted so desperately buried deep inside of her wet snatch. She licked her lips impatiently, before her eyes widened at the show that enveloped before her. Not that she had enough time to see it happened though, as the strong arms of the warrior had already pushed her backwards on the table. She was now looking him directly into his eyes, her arms locking around his neck as he stood ready to spear herself onto thumping dick. A grin had spread over her lips at the sound of the red orb of light cursing and writhing between their sweating bodies, trying to get some fun as well. Winnie's legs were still wrapped around Darions waist, and only pushed them closer and deeper into herself with each thrust he made inside of her dripping wet snatch. A blush had spread over the cheeks of the middle-aged Aviari when she thought about how incredibly wet and eager she must look to the man, but the thought was cast aside quickly enough. She just threw her head back and laughed, breathlessly, as her long, thin and curly head-feathers waved back and forth with each pounding push of Darion's body into hers.<br/><br/>Her mouth had opened wide, half shouting and half moaning out loud as suddenly the feeling of being fucked turned into nearly being ripped apart when every inch of the now tail-coiled dick rubbed itself deeply against her sensitive walls. Winnie looked shocked, as she could feel herself stretch lewdly and wider then she had ever been stretched before, but never had she imagined to feel something so good from a humans cock. The speed with which he had buried himself deeply into her wasn't doing her any favours on her stamina either, as she could feel the hot and warm spells of the little fey taking effect on every inch of her body as well. Darion had only just hilted himself inside of her after the fey had interfered with their fucking, or she was already raking her long nails over his back, trying to hold onto his body as her own loins shuddered of an impending orgasm that was rocking through her walls and tightening even more around the hard fucking meat of her newfound lover. It did not stop her from yelling at the fey's actions however, as she started to regain her foul speech again, the one she had desperately tried to hide before her own kin and the liked of this human that was now buried deep inside of her cunt.<br/><br/>''Oooh... Oh you Ruttish little rough-hewn Rump-fed scutty miscreant of a fairy! Oooh.... God's fucking fanfare, this feels good...''<br/><br/>''I..I'll Have that venomous reeling ripe minnow after this.. oooh Oooh.. yes.. oooh.. it's... Hmmm'''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>