<div class="floatleft">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/370664/646full-autumn-reeser.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Cleo</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15700751#msg15700751)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Spade's Bedroom at the Inn<br/><strong>ACTION:</strong>  Inspecting his... nest  ;)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Nothing<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Spade<br/></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“Hhh-ha-huhhh ~” Cleo cooed, unable to form words off her lips, instead warm and breathy as her orgasm collided with his. It just… well she supposed it was everything. For a Phoenix, intimacy was everything her Sun did not want and everything Cleo wanted. “Oh my…” Spade’s cum filled her as her legs trembled around him, and coated his lap, their skin. He came again. And so did she. She had just had <em>four</em> orgasms and he — <br/><br/>“Your bedroom?” the human shaped bird titled her head and gazed at the Inn Keeper with bright, curious, sparkling eyes. <em>His bedroom.</em> His sweetheart. <em>His nest.</em> “Ooo ~” she cooed in happy surprise as he kissed her, with her eyes still <em>open</em>. Spade kissed her soft this time, his cock was soft inside her too. As if he was resting. His sweetheart. Cleo pushed her naughty little tongue into his mouth but obeyed, closing her eyes before everything… shifted. <br/><br/>But all she felt was Spade against her neck. “Oo ~ Oooo,” Cleo cooed again kissed her neck and burrowed his silvered head into her. She still had more cum to give, a realization that made her smile. “I suppose I shall open my eyes now?”   She was on her back, somehow. Curious. Her hands… all around her was soft, and fluffy. But the sounds… Not of Spade’s licking lips, but also of outside, outdoors, a forest perhaps. Like many she’d traveled through in her thousands of years. Her delicate fingers grasped at fabric, entangled in Spade’s bed sheets, while he lay across her, and inside of her, attending to her neck with sweet passion. He was sweet on her. His sweetheart. What the Phoenix saw first, of course, was the <strong>ceiling</strong>.<br/><br/><em>How utterly marvelous!</em> The stars and the moon were here too, and the candles… Their flickering flames suddenly burned brighter, as if in anticipating. “Wait, wait…” Cleo protested excitedly, still <em>smiling</em>, and rolled away from the Inn Keeper as familiar bright, hot light enveloped her form. The Sun had never permitted her to play in magic before. Cleo was a cleric of sorts. An inspiration in war. She was made to watch over mortals in war.  In war, she had fought many magics, evil wizards especially so, but <em>never</em> played with other magics… And she had certainly <em>never</em> transformed in front of mortals. That, of course, was forbidden by her Sun. But Spade… Spade was the first magical creature she had been intimate with, so there needn’t be any secrets about her flame. <em>She was finally free to be herself true self! It was very exciting, indeed! Very fascinating!</em>  </span><br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6d/93/81/6d9381e4f0741ea553ad59ae381b27d3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Cleo emerged from the hot light in mid air, not flying but drifting, in her true form. The now flaming <em>bird</em> moved slowly, playfully, among the candles and then higher, to the wondrous, enchanted ceiling. From down on his bed, the Inn Keeper could see everything about her magic; her living flame, her fiery talons and three tails, and the small, round, glowing embers that floated amidst her path. The Phoenix swayed side to side in the milky, magical stars, letting her bright, burning feathers dance in the not-so night sky, before slowly, so slowly, somersaulting over backwards about the room. Her flight was as gentle and as easy as breathing. <br/><br/><em>Careful, careful though!</em> The Phoenix flew about the room, inspecting… everything! <em>Was this art? Oh yes! Human art!</em> The fiery bird flapped her fiery feathers and chirped happily, recognizing it. She had never seen such human-made art in a bedroom before, though it had been a very long time since she was in someone, or rather someone<em>s</em>’, bedroom. <em>And what was this curious creation?</em> The phoenix moved so carefully, from each piece of decor to the next, and Spade could gather that this was what most of Cleo’s years had been like. Watching, learning, and traveling from place to place quietly, and <em>alone</em>. After a few minutes she fluttered back, gracefully, among the candles, and flapped her wings above him, gently, <em>gently</em>, curling her flaming talons around the top of his headboard.<br/><br/>If he was looking at her, the pretty bird, he would see that not only was her form in flame, but that the flames were shifting in <em>size</em> as she balanced herself. She stuck a talon out, then the other, and inched her way, so carefully, so daintily, as if not to burn anything, until she was <em>perched</em> directly above his head. “Chirp!” She squawked at him, obviously very <em>proud</em>. Then she bent her flaming head down, inches from him, like he was her drink of water. Her bright eyes, still the same, traveled to meet his green ones. Then she suddenly swan dived <em>into</em> him, about the size of a peacock, nuzzling his scruff, and his chin excitedly. “Chirp, chirp, chirp!” This was a grand nest. A grand nest, indeed. The young phoenix approved of Spade's nest very much. “Chirp!” She rolled from his neck to his bare chest, spreading her fiery wings across his marbled skin. But there was no pain, no burns or even discomfort. Instead, each touch was like a warm tickle, a comforting, living flame that <em>crackled</em> with pleasure. His sweetheart.  <br/><br/>Cleo nuzzled on his chest for another moment before <em>hopping</em> happily to the soft fabrics next to him. They were so soft, and <em>yet</em>, her flaming talons did not burn them. Cleo had control of her flame and she had proven it. Shared it, in a way, perhaps a new <em>discovery</em> for the Inn Keeper. She had promised to show him discovery, along with knowledge and comfort. But now was certainly time to speak again. There was another flash of impossibly hot, bright light and then — <br/><br/>A thud, as a very naked <em>human</em> shaped Cleo tumbled <em>off</em> the bed sheets and on to the floor next to the bed awkwardly.   “Pfft! ~” she came up from the floor, holding the bedside against her perky, naked breasts as she blew loose hair from her face. “My apologies, Spade, you see human legs are very silly sometimes…” She gasped at the soft, perfect fabrics again and pulled herself up, next to him on her bare knees, those round, full breasts begging to be fondled and coated with cum.<br/><br/>“But don’t think I’ve forgotten what else I asked of you, Spade.” She tugged the bed sheets all around her, and the — ah, wonderful! — pillows too, making a little nest of her own on his bed. She hoped he did not mind. The bird looked up at him, still quite pleased with herself.   “If I do say so, Spade, my offer of <em>comfort</em> seems to have fulfilled you quite splendidly. Even <em>you</em> are sweating from my flame. May I?” She licked her wet lips and gestured towards his thick, soft cock, wanting to coax his cum with sucks of her mouth while he watched and perhaps instructed.</span>