Let me be your wings

[Sky Zephyros]

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She asked him if he had ever teleported before and he shook his head. "Can't say that I have," he admitted, now knowing that it was one of her learned powers in addition to the wind. He was enjoying getting to know her, for the more he learned about her, the more drawn her felt to her. She warned him that his head would spin for a moment, but he doubted it would be anything compared to how her touch made him feel. He nodded when she asked if he was ready. "Ready," he confirmed, excited to get out of the woods and go somewhere more private. Within seconds they were in a bedroom, which she shortly after revealed was his own. His head looked around, taking in its sight as she further explained that it was her home, and that he was her first visitor. He couldn't exactly take her back to his house since he lived with both Hercules and Megara. So this was a perfect arrangement. He looked at her when she said that he was her first guest and smiled at the honor of that. "Really?" He said grinning. "Well, see then, I'm your first in  something after all," he exclaimed proudly. Was that a bad joke? Too inappropriate -- since he was commenting on her previous remark about how she wished he was her first. The fact that she was willing to bring him here, meant quite a lot. "Thank you, for bringing me into your home," he told her sincerely. He didn't bother asking about her parents or anything that would ruin the mood . . . for she soon had her lips on his neck. Her sensational touch caused him to close his eyes as he deeply inhaled, basking in the emotions she caused to stir within him. He slowly brought a hand to her side, resting it there, knowing he had to do something rather than stand there like an idiot who couldn't move. He'd be as useless as an unused coat rack. He lowered his head a little, his lips on the side of her head as his hand slowly slid to her back. Was this too forward? Was it too much? Should he try something else? Any questions that fled into his mind remained just there, for her actions were enough to make him unable to form words at the moment. "You're so beautiful." Well, all except those words. He didn't usually think before he spoke and these words having been racing through his mind, just happened to slip from his tongue. His eyes shot open, feeling embarrassed once again . . . even though words were true. He must have sounded so corny! He hoped he wasn't ruining the mood . . . he needed to get better at this. "Sorry," he apologized. "I mean, I'm not sorry that I said that because it's true. I'm just . . . sorry for . . . uh . . . talking?" He didn't know what he was trying to say; only that his nervousness was making him babble.

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Persephone watched as he surveyed the room, and smiled when he made a note that at least he was her first for something. "This is very true. I like your optimism." she spoke with a teasing grin. "And you don't have to thank me. In fact, you have a permanent invitation here." As she spoke, she realized that she was having a very difficult time keeping her hands off of him. While she kissed his neck, she could sense that he was enjoying it, so she didn't stop. When she, herself, felt his lips touching the side of her head, she smiled against his skin. He was letting his instincts take over. 

When he spoke of her beauty, she lightly nipped at the sensitive skin of his neck, just below his ear lobe. "And you, are so incredibly handsome.." She whispered. One more kiss was bestowed on to him, before she moved her hands to the hem of his shirt, and she started to lift it up. She pulled it off of him, and tossed it on to the floor before taking a step back, and sitting on the bed. She took in is form, and it made her heart race even more. He was a vision of perfection. She lifted a hand, and curved her index finger, motioning for him to come to her. "Don't be shy. I won't bite.. Unless you want me to." 

[Sky Zephyros]

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A permanent invitation. He quite liked the sound of that. Feeling her nip his skin felt oddly pleasurable. He was trying to focus on what she was saying, but it was getting increasingly difficult. She was far more smooth at all this than he was, and right now, he was relying on that as well as her guidance. She told him he was handsome and had his lips not been so near her skin, he would have shyly smiled at that compliment. "Thank you," he said quietly, wondering if it was a stupid response. Luckily, he didn't have any time to over think his silly words for she reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He silently complied lifting his arms up so that it could be removed. He had never undressed with such intentions before; never in the company of a woman . . . and a woman had certainly never removed it for him. It felt strangely comfortable, and he had a strong feeling that it was because it was Persephone he was with. He doubted he would feel this way about any other woman. He was indeed grateful that the fabric was gone, having felt his body heating up . . . burning up really. Is that what it felt like to desire someone so much? He stood there awkwardly as she looked at him, wondering if he should join her on the bed. Thank the heavens that his silent qusetion was answered as she motioned for him to come, saying she wouldn't bite . . . unless that was what he wanted. He hadn't minded it when she had done it just moments before. The anticipation of such things caused his heart to beat faster in his chest. He moved to sit next to her, trying to give himself some courage so leaned toward her to kiss her lips. It started off lightly, before he deepened it, building the necessary boldness. Speaking of boldness . . . his hands went to the bottom of her shirt, wanting to lift it so effortlessly and with such ease as she had his. But his courage failed him and he became nervous. Instead of swiftly pulling it off of her, he merely touched the bottom of it, before he released the fabric and casually rested on hand on her leg. At least he was kissing her right now, thus, preventing him from talking and apologizing or saying anything idiotic.

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Persephone smiled when Sky moved toward her. He sat down beside her, and started to kiss her again, but when he reached for her shirt, he stopped. She could sense his nervousness by the light trembling of his hands.. but it was okay. She would help guide him. She moved to straddle his lap while he remained sitting on the side of the bed. She took the liberty of pulling off her own shirt before lightly kissing his lips once more. "Feel free to explore." She took him by the hands, and she guided them up her chest, and toward her breasts. She was wearing a skirt that was now slightly lifted from the way she was sitting, and she moved to press her hips against his, allowing him to explore anything there, too. 

"I'm yours, Sky.. all of me. And you don't have to worry about saying the wrong thing.. You can never say anything wrong." Still though, she couldn't stop kissing his lips. His kisses sent her flying in to  a whirlpool of pure joy. She had been wearing a bra, so she was sure that he'd get a little confused in taking it off. Again, she took the liberty of reaching to her back while kissing him, and she unclasped it so that he didn't have to. She then allowed it to fall down her shoulders, and she tossed it with her shirt, and his. 

[Sky Zephyros]

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Persephone understood him without him having to say a word, and it was something he was extremely grateful and relieved for. He wondered if she had ever been with someone so clueless and oblivious . . . but then decided against thinking of any of the men she'd been with. Jealousy was not an emotion he wanted to experience right now. She shifted her position sitting astride him which placed some pressure on his already sensitive region. He deeply breathed his eyes locked onto her as his hands casually rested on each side of her waist. He felt a strong urge to undo his pants for perhaps that would help relieve the growing pressure . . . but he was far too distracted right now do that. She removed her shirt, and kissed him again before granting him the freedom to explore her. He wanted to. He wanted to touch her and familiarize himself with her perfectly formed body. But yet again, she proved how well she knew him for she guided his hands to her chest. Feeling the curves of her body was . . . well, there were no words to describe it. She felt sensational. He had never touched a woman in this way, nor could he think of anyone he wanted to touch . . . except for her. His hands ever so gently cupped her, titling his head to the side as he couldn't stop staring. He of course knew women had such attributes, he just had never considered wanting to feel them like this . . . wanting to do touch them with more than just his hands. Oh no but that was going too far! He even felt shy doing this right now, and wouldn't have had the courage had her hands not guided him. She told him she was his and the feeling was completely mutual. He was hers but she didn't have the same rambling problem as he did. She was so much more eloquent. Sensual. Desirable. So many things that made him want to be with her in every way possible. "I don't know about that," he said shyly, though wasn't about to let it spoil the mood. He wasn't even sure he was thinking of what he was saying. How could he when she was sitting in such a position the layers of her clothing getting removed. He lowered his hands from her chest, unsure what the garment covering it was . . . but she took the liberty of removing it and thus, sparing Sky any further embarrassment of fumbling with it. His lips eagerly returned her kiss, coaxing her mouth open with his own so that he could deepen it, slowly sliding his tongue inside and hoping it was ok. Hoping he was doing this right. When he felt her bare skin pressed against his chest, he couldn't help but look. He opened his eyes as they fell to her now unclad upper body. She was so alluring. So perfect. He swallowed, his breathing growing slightly more heavy as desire was beginning to consume him. He raised a hand to her chest, though paused mid way before touching her, as if trying to make sure it was alright. His eyes remained on his hand, following it's movements. When she didn't seem to object, he moved his hand over her, starting from her collarbone and gently trailing over one of her twins, before sliding over her stomach, wanting to just feel her body. The warmth and softness of her skin. It felt utterly incredible. She felt incredible. His hand began to backtrack, moving up her stomach, over her chest, to her collarbone and then her shoulder, slowly sliding down her back. Whatever this growing need was, it was turning into a painful ache and unsure what to do about it at this moment, he just leaned and kissed her again, less reluctantly, more passionately determined.

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It was silly of him to think that he could say something that would make him sound stupid.. but there was no way she could make him think any differently, aside from telling him the truth. "I love hearing you talk.." She lightly brushed her hand over the side of his face. But the time for talking, at least for right now, was over.. because the two of them were busy kissing, and exploring each other. She gasped quietly, and closed her eyes when she felt his hands against  her breasts. His touch was soft, and gentle. It was better than rough grabbing and groping that she had once been used to. This was a welcome change. His touches made her tremble, and that was something that didn't often happen. 

She could feel him growing within the confines of his pants, and she lowered her hands to free him. The undoing of his pants happened quickly, and as did her lifting her hips to push them down, along with anything he was wearing underneath. While she was off of his lap, she also took the liberty of pulling off her underwear, but keeping her skirt on - for now, at least. "It's best to just let your instincts take over.." She mused, as she moved back on to his lap, sitting on his thighs. Once more, she started to kiss him as she moved over his sensitive manhood. She lowered on to him, and she quietly moaned with each inch that entered her.  She made sure to do it slow, so that he could savor it.. The whole time, she stared in to his eyes.. She wanted him to feel the connection...

She wanted him to know he was loved. 

[Sky Zephyros]

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She liked hearing him talk? Well, that certainly was a first. It actually made him feel quite relieved and less paranoid hearing that she enjoyed his talking rather than grow annoyed by it. Ironically, right now, he was incapable of forming words. For the first time ever, he had been left unable to coherently speak. When he heard her gasp, he wondered for a moment if he had done something to hurt her or cause her discomfort, only when he looked at her . . . it didn't look like she was in pain. In fact, it seemed like she was enjoying the action. Which emboldened him. He suddenly sucked in a breath, sharply inhaling when he felt her hands on his sensitive region, unfastening his pants. Freeing him of the confines provided him with some relief . . . yet he still found himself aching for her, and needing more in order to fully tend to it. Yet unsure how to proceed. He wasn't compeltely daft; he knew what parts went where, he just didn't quite know how he would be able to initiate it when he was shy enough just simply touching her. Fortunately, Persephone once again took care of all this. She pulled any fabrics that covered the lowered half of his body and took advantage of her position by removing her underlayer . . . yet leaving her skirt on. He couldn't deny the overwhelming urge he felt to see her completely nude, void of everything, especially her skirt. But he couldn't ask for that right now. Her words distracted him, urging him to let his instincts take over. His hands went to either side of her waist when she sat back on him, but this time, she moved over his central region and without the barrier of his pants . . . well, she moved just the right way to allow him to slowly enter her. As he did he heavy exhaled, which turned into a pleasure filled grown. He closed his eyes, basking in this relief that was finally granted. Her own sounds assured him that perhaps, she felt just as pleasured by it as him. The thought of this possibly hurting her was not far from his mind. Her recent words came playing back into his mind: let your instincts take over. With that advice, he decided to experiment a little, and desperately hoped this would not ruin anything. With his hands on her waist, he pushed his hips forward, causing him to slide a little deeper inside of her. He paused for a moment. That felt, incredibly good. He opened his eyes through heavy lids, hazy with all she was making him feel. He looked at her, as if trying to gauge how she felt. Was she ok with this? Was he hurting her? Almost as if waiting for silent permission, he carefully and slowly pushed into her again, letting out a small grunt in the process, his hands gripping her waist, trying not to cling too tightly. He felt the need to strive for something, for a much needed relief . . . or release. He slowly pushed forward again, a strained sound falling from his lips. He kept his eyes on hers, not wanting to look away for the way she was gazing at him, added to the sensation of all this.

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Persephone was trying hard to stifle moans, but it wasn't working. He was pulling her forward, forcing her hips to move against his,  in just the right way. She lowered her hands to behind her hips at her skirt. She pulled the back open, and slid it off of her easily. Clothes could be replaced, and she wanted him to see her whole body.. This was a sensual expirience that she wanted him to see her completely.. to feel her. She tossed the skirt off to the side, and she started to move against him. She closed her eyes for only a moment before opening her eyes once more to look in to his. "You feel so good, Sky," she spoke amid a moan. Her head fell back, and she grabbed on to his shoulders. 

Using her own instincts, her hips began to move a little faster.. Lifting, and lowering on to him. "I never rode a pegasus before," she spoke with a breathless laugh that was soon replaced with another moan. He may not have done this before, but he was certainly a natural. She knew that those instincts to release would kick in.. And it was only a matter of time before they were in overdrive. "Mmm.. Sky," she cooed, gripping his shoulders tighter as  her thighs locked against his hips. 

[Sky Zephyros]

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Words could not describe how amazing this felt. Perhaps that was why he wasn't even bothering to speak. He couldn't. He was too focused on her. On the pleasurable feeling of being inside of her. He had never felt so complete before, as if he was meant to be here with her, inside of her like this. He suddenly felt the fabric of her skirt was gone and his gaze fell to where their bodies were joined. He couldn't help but stare, finding every inch of her to be breathtakingly beautiful. He wanted to touch and caress every part of her, but he could hardly think of where to start at the moment. Not when he was inside of her and feeling something build within him stronger and stronger with each thrust. She told him that he felt good. He felt good? She felt amazing, and he wasn't even sure how to properly express that. He wanted to try. "You . . . " His voice was a breathless whisper, not even sure it was audible. "I can't . . . " Even begin to explain, but his voice was spoken with strained breath. "You're amazing." Was all he could finally managed to get out. Maybe he just shouldn't talk. Though he wished he could. For her witty comment made him softly smile despite how unfocused he was on speaking. He wanted to return with a witty retort, he wanted to be just as playful with her . . . but it seemed that being able to talk during such vigorous activities was either a natural skill or one acquired through experience. He felt her move faster, picking up the pace which worked perfectly fine for him. He wanted her to go faster, he wanted to find that peak that they both seemed to be striving for. Grunts and groans of pleasure uncontrollably fell from his lips, strained breaths and sounds of need. He felt like he was losing the ability to sit up straight at this point. Leaning back on the bed would disrupt the momentum. So the only other thing he could think of was to lean forward. So he did so, his forehead resting on her shoulder as he met her movements, sliding deeper into her. He turned his head to the side, his lips against the skin of her neck. He experimentally kissed it, finding he liked the way her skin felt against his lips. So he kissed her again, and again, nestling his face against the crook of her neck so he could press his mouth against it. It helped muffle his sounds but he couldn't completely silence them. "P . . . " He breathed out against her skin, trying to say her name. "Sephi," he finished, half saying it, unknowingly using a nickname for her. He just needed to say her name, to hear it. He felt a throbbing within him, unsure of what it meant but it certainly didn't feel like a bad thing. He moved his head back to look at her. "Somethings . . . happening . . ." He said with strained breath as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

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Persephone's mind was spinning. Never, ever had she felt like this.. Then again, she'd never really made love before.. She never cared like this about anyone. When he tried to speak, she simply brushed her lips against his ear. "Relax," She whispered breathlessly. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to... Just be with me.." She leaned her head against his, moaning repeatedly in to his ear.. trying not to be too loud. Her hands moved to his back, and to the back of his neck respectively. Her head fell back once more, and she began to bounce harder.. and faster.. no longer able to control herself. "Sky..  Sky.." her voice was growing louder.. She couldn't help it. She wanted to scream his name.. to show him that he was giving her more pleasure than she'd ever been given, in so many ways..

He began to push and pull against her, working for that release that they were both craving. Her hips worked with his, and soon the two of them were moving together like a well oiled machine. She tilted her head to kiss his lips when he leaned his forehead against her's, but it only lasted a moment, as she had to catch her breath. He had been about to say her name, but instead called her Sephi. It made her heart skip a little.. No one ever called her that..but she liked it. A smile formed on her mouth until she started to bite her bottom lip when her own climax began to fall on to her. He told her there was something happening, and she nodded. "I know.." She whispered, shifting so that she tightened around him. "It's normal.." her voice trembled. "Let go...it's okay.." She leaned forward once more, and nipped at his bottom lip. 

After another moan, and another grip to the back of his hair and a rake of her nails to his back, she let go as well.. Suddenly she was being shrouded by a wave of ecstacy, and she was trembling as she rocked her hips. "Ooh.. Sky.. yes!" she cried out, assuring him to the best of her ability that he had done very, very well.

[Sky Zephyros]

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She told him to relax, and once again, he wanted to comply. She knew him so well in a matter of days, and that the strain of talking was too much. She didn't seem to expect him to try and say anything back and for that, he was quite grateful. Just be with her she said, and he couldn't think of anything he wanted more than that. Being with her emotionally had been wonderful and now . . . physically. It was an entirely new experience and one that felt completely earth shattering in the best way possible. The sounds she made so close to his ear made his head spin all the more. If she was enjoying herself a mere fraction of how much he was, then at least he could be doing something right after all. The way her hands moved over him left a burning sensation every where she touched, never wanting her to stop. Her name falling from his lips in such a pleasurable tone . . . he felt pride, and honor. That right now, he was the one she chose to be with. He wasn't daft. He knew that she clearly could have her choice of any man, and yet, she had chosen him. An inexperienced former horse who was once described as having the brain of a bird. He couldn't describe what this meant to him, and hearing his name was like sweet music to his ears. It was something that he had craved to hear for so lnog without even realizing it. She was moving faster and harder and he found himself opening his eyes, staring at her chest region and the way her body rapidly moved. Part of him wanted to kiss her there, and the thoughts made him feel immediately embarrassed. Was that acceptable? Would she even like that? It was once again an instinctual desire, once that he decided to ignore for the time being. He felt her pace, wanting to keep up with it and now ruin the speed, so began to work with her to make his actions faster. He wanted to meet each of her actions with his own thrusts and eventually, they worked with flawless compatibility. Thank goodness. He didn't want to be clumsy about it but knew it was all accredited to her for he was relying on her guidance. She kissed his lips again in a short embrace for the need to breath seemed to shorten the gesture. Not over thinking it and taking her advice, he leaned forward, his tongue slowly dragging over her lips, starting from one side and licking straight to the other corner of her mouth. Perhaps it was more of his former pegasus self that took over in that brief moment, for as a horse, part of the sign of affection he showed was a lick on the cheek. It was obviously different this time, far more intimate, and later, he may think that it was a foolish thing to do. Right now, he just enjoyed the taste of her lips on his tongue. She told him that she knew something was happening . . . and that it was alright; that it was normal, encouraging him to let go. Her reassurance comforted him, for he wasn't sure he would be able to stop whatever was happening. He closed his eyes once again, squeezing them rather tightly as he breathlessly grunted with each quickened push, the clapping of their skin the only other sound in the air apart from their own involuntarily verbal noises. His hand went to her lower back, reaching the curves of her behind, not even realizing the intimate part of her he was touching, only that he wanted to press her closer and wasn't sure what else to do. It was getting to be too much, his throbbing growing more intense. The way she bit his lip made him want to ask her to do it again and harder -- he hadn't realized such an action would feel so good. Just as he had never realized how wonderful it felt to have her grip his hair, or have her nails rake over him. Hearing her cry out, saying 'yes', saying his name, well, it was all he needed to make him burst. With a final sound of pleasure, louder than the others, escaping his mouth, he felt himself explode within her. The ecstasy that raced through him was indescribable. It made him incapable of sitting up so he leaned forward, his forehead resting on her shoulder as his entire upper body heaved, panting heavily. He closed his eyes, basking in this unfamiliar euphoria that was consuming every part of his being. The way she had reached her own peak at the same time he had, made it even more overwhelming. He felt a dampness between them, not yet able to question it, or do anything other than rest his forehead against her shoulder near her neck and enjoy this intensely pleasurable after math. He wasn't even certain if he should pull out of her, or if he should say something; if he should check whether he hurt her, or see if everything was alright. Right now, he couldn't talk. He couldn't think. He could barley breathe. Whatever had just happened between them, had opened his heart, body, and soul to a new kind of experience . . . new emotions, new sensations, and he could think of only one word that made this all feel so phenomenal: love.

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Persephone had wanted Sky to do anything and everything that he had wanted to.. She wanted him to be an artist, and use her as his canvas. But she couldn't quite express that now, as she was having trouble speaking at the moment as well. The thrusts, the sounds, the general atmosphere was completely heated between the two of them. It was lucky that she had no fire abilities, otherwise the whole place would have likely burnt down. As this was only their first time together - and his first time completely - she figured that it was best to take it slow anyway..  He had all the time in the world to explore her body, and she, his. 

The movement of her hips eased as the two of them reached a shared state of euphoria. She leaned her head gently against the side of his when she felt him pressing his forehead against his shoulder. For now, no words were exchanged.. the two of them merely sat there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. It still seemed strange for Persephone to say.. Love making. And it was true.. it was love. How she could feel such an intense emotion in such a short time was beyond her, but here it was. She was falling head over heels for this man, and there was no way of stopping it. This only made the connection that much stronger. 

Once she was able to catch her breath, she lightly kissed the side of his head, and spoke. "You might not believe this.. but I promise i'm not lying. That.. was the best thing I've ever felt in my life." He was the best she had ever had. Perhaps it was because of the bond they shared.. Or maybe their bodies were just naturally in tune with each other. For whatever reason.. her head was still spinning. "Would you stay here with me tonight?" 

[Sky Zephyros]

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He worked on steadying his breathing, hearing her own breaths was a rather soothing sound. He felt her lips on the side of his head before she spoke words that made him move his slightly dampened with sweat head back to look at her. "Really?" He asked, smiled. It would have been a bright grin but he was still trying to regain his composure. This was the best thing she had experienced?! Despite all her experiences? That . . . made him feel rather special. "Thank you." As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted them. "I mean that's not something to thank really . . . " He was sounding like a fool again. "I just, that really . . . it means a lot to hear that." That he hadn't been completely useless or a disappointment to her tonight. "This was the best thing I've experienced too," he told her. "Even if its my . . . first . . . time." His words didn't carry as much weight or mean as much as hers had he was sure, but he still wanted to be clear on that he had never experienced anything more incredible than what they shared here tonight. His hands fell limply to rest on her legs as his smile grew brighter when she asked him to stay the night. "I'd like that," he told her truthfully. "Actually, I didn't know how to ask," he admitted shyly. He had wanted to stay with her, but wasn't sure how this all worked. What was the protocol after such intensely vigorous activities? He looked down where their bodies were still joined before looking back up at her, as if waiting for her to tell him what he should do next.

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His voice, his eyes, everything about him made Persephone melt. Even the little things, like the way he was too nervous to ask if he could stay with her because he didn't know exactly how to ask. And the way he rambled.. it was all endearing to her. All she could do was smile. "Well then, lucky I asked." She slowly combed her fingers through his blue hair.. She loved that hair. It was so unique, and  perfect for him. When she noticed that he was looking between them, wondering what to do, she blinked. "Oh, i'm sorry..the um." She cleared her throat. "Result of our activities! A shower is probably in order." She gave him one more soft, tender kiss, before slowly moving off of him. "Come on, stallion." She motioned for him to follow her, with a playful wink. 

Since the two of them were already nude, she was able to easily start the water in the shower before stepping inside. It was very spacious, and had a door instead of a curtain. She waited for him to follow her inside of the shower before closing the door. The water cascaded down on them, and she looked at him, gently biting her bottom lip. "So.. do you have any questions about what we just did? You don't have to be ashamed.. I want to guide you through everything."

[Sky Zephyros]

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Yes. He was so very, extremely, lucky that she asked him! He was rather grateful that she was so patient with him, willing to ask the questions he was too shy to inquire about and take the lead when he was too uncertain to try anything. He wanted to be better for her, more confident. Isn't that what women preferred? Yet she made it clear she wasn't holding any of his shortcomings against him. Had she not been so amazing, he wouldn't have been able to do any of this with her. Though he supposed that was why he was so enthralled by her. Every single part of her, her body, her heart, her mind . . . everything, was utter perfection. He loved the way her hands tenderly ran through his hair. He had always been uncertain about the unusual pigment of his hair, mainly in this world. But she had told him she liked it, and made him feel more confident about it. She then apologized, and he felt guilty that she felt the need to due to his own cluelessness. She made a comment about showering and he was getting ready to watch her go to the bathroom. When instead, she kissed him and urged him to come along with her. His eyes slightly widened at the thought, finding it to be an wonderfully tempting one . . . though his expression transformed into a shy smile when she called him a stallion. It made him feel rather masculine to hear her describe him in such a way . . . even though he was technically a winged horse. It was obviously being used in a different context right now. He wordlessly followed, his heart beating with anticipation as he watched her get the shower ready. A shower would definitely feel nice right about now, but it would feel exceptionally fantastic to take one with her. Yet again, he was in unfamiliar territory but after what they just did . . . at least he finally had a little experience. And he found himself wanted to explore more of those sensations and euphoric bliss that she had introduced him to. He stepped inside the shower, standing in front of her as the water provided a refreshing feeling when it started to fall onto them. She was asking him something but he found himself staring at her. He took in her form, as she was now standing before him, fully unclad, and with the way her body grew wet from the water . . . well, all he could do was stare, the familiar feelings stirring with him that arose from just looking at her . Eventually, he realized that she had asked him a question and he tried to snpa out of whatever trance she unknowingly seemed to always place him in. "Um . . ." He swallowed, trying to process her words and coherently form his own. Shaking his head a little, he finally thought of what he could ask. "Does it . . . or did it, hurt, you?" Was that a stupid question? She made him feel so safe and sure but at the same time, he wanted to ensure that nothing he did hurt her. No way that he touched her, or moved inside of her. He had been so selfishly wrapped up in his own pleasure that he hadn't been able to stop and ask her if she was ok.