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Vellum Overlay 9: Touching His Wings
🕑 Added 2024-12-19 14:00:12 +0000 UTCHere is the ninth illustration in the series of vellum overlays for Yearning For Her from chapter 14. Kian reveals his wings to her for the first time, and Willow, awed and curious, asks to touch them, something that is an intimate act allowed only for a mate.
Art by Fremuard
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Scene Snippet:
His heart quickened as he turned to offer her his back. Bending slightly forward, he flattened his palms on the top of the stone wall. Tension rippled through the muscles of his back, but he willed it away, focusing on the distant city lights. Focusing on her scent.
The muted crunch of dirt and rustling of grass underfoot signaled Willow’s approach.
“They’re so beautiful,” she said softly.
His skin prickled in awareness. He could almost feel her hand hovering over his upper right wing, could almost feel her warmth, but she didn’t touch him. Not yet. His wing twitched.
“Go ahead, Violet,” he rasped. “But be gentle with me.”
She chuckled. “Says a man who embodies everything but gentleness.”
He hummed, and fire sparked low in his belly, spiraling outward. “Remember, Willow… I feel your desires. I’ll be gentle when that’s what you truly want.”
The flare of lust from Willow forced him to press his lips together and grasp the stone beneath his hands. He drank it in, desperate for more, as his cock hardened. Her desire had never fully faded, but she’d done well holding it in check. A slip like this was something he was loath to waste.
Her fingers came down on his wing. It was a delicate brush, so light that he wondered if he’d only imagined it, but when she trailed those fingers down, a thrill raced along his spine. Kian couldn’t stop the tremor that swept through his body. He drew in a shaky breath. His shaft pulsed, straining against the confines of his pants.
Willow traced the intricate patterns on his wing with that same tender touch. Pleasure coursed through the limb, racing to coalesce at his core. His claws scraped the stone as his grip tightened. No one had ever touched his wings, no one had ever gifted him with such sensations, no one had ever made him yearn so deeply for more.
Every moment of it was bliss and agony, fire and ice, overwhelming pleasure and hopelessly vast need.
Her touch was exquisite torture, and he never wanted it to end.
Kian wanted her hands on him—not just on his wings, but on his body. He wanted to feel her touch again, wanted to feel her cunt wrapped around his cock, wanted to taste her lips and hear her cries.
He wanted her.
When her fingers met the sensitive skin around the base of his wing, Kian bared his teeth, unable to stop a growl from escaping his throat as his wings fluttered.
Comments
LunaYue Smith
I love how much trust Kian gives Willow.
Anya
...swoon 🥰
