She shivered under his tongue as it swept over her neck. He was paying particular to that spot, and somewhere in her soul she knew why. Her hand hadn't left his sex until he pulled away and kissed her belly. Confusion entered her face, her eyes reflecting her uncertainty as he pulled away himself and spread her thighs.<br/><br/>Her eyes opened wide, the dark downy feathers covering the top of her sex brought a bright blush to her cheeks and chest. She pulled out any feathers that went further down, but it still embarrassed her to have the soft feathers, proof of her species, where his eyes could see. He seemed to enjoy looking at her opening, and the blush darkened.<br/><br/>With a soft squeak, she was placed on her knees, her ass in the air as his heavy weight settled over her back. She stiffened, her breath short as her fear again came to the fore. Even if she accepted this, she was afraid and not really ready for him to take her. Shivering under his words, she shook under him trying to tell herself to relax, it wouldn't be that bad. She had been wounded in battle before, this couldn't be that bad.<br/><br/>"Yes, Marcus," she whispered, still tense.