Roe entered Tegan using all the resolve that he could muster. His glans opening her, spreading her, turgid and full, filling her body as she forced herself back to him. He moved to meet her, as slow as she was, resisting the urge to rend her open, to thrust deep and hard until she screamed. The sensation was his own torment, the pleasure of her body offered in a manner that caused a physical ache. He opened his mind to Tegan's not masking his ascent to Orgasm.<br/><br/><em>Tegan, Again</em><br/><br/>When she said "please" he cried out and his body shuddered, forcing Tegan to the root, spearing her even as he pulsed and began to cum. His wing shivered around them, the sound of leather atop leather, of thorns catching and pulling one another. The Scent of his release flooding the cocoon that held them. He moaned and his head fell forward, finding the back of her neck and biting over and over again. None of the bites where hard, not much more than teeth catching skin.<br/><br/>Calling her name, he let all his strength flood from his body with the spend coating her insides. His wings began to retract, uncovering the two of them as his orgasm began to subside. He cried against her back, the pain of the act finishing him, causing his body to shake lightly. The pain was still arousing, wanted, but he finally closed that part of his mind. Roe did not want Tegan to know that yet, but he made his peace that she would know in time.<br/><br/>The tearing of the flesh, as the wing vanished, the blending of the abyss and the mortal world, and then the healing of his back. The only remains of the once displayed wings were two thick trails of blood over the skin where the wings had been. Roe lay curled atop Tegan, his breathing pushing hard to her skin. It was warm, but nothing like the heat of the rest of the room. The ropes vanished, simply turning into a red rose smelling mist. His hands ran up and down her upper arms.<br/><br/><em>Tegan...</em>