Something about this demon caused her to flirt and slowly bait him closer and closer to her- until there was absolutely nothing but clothing separatin...g them. Sounds easy enough, dont you think? ~~~ He loves the way she feels around him as she slides down, adores the way the muscles of her body ripple when their hips finally connect. And theres no way he can not notice the way her face flushes or how- when he runs his nails over the soft downy of her wings- her muscles slide taunt both. My first sexual relation was when I was thirteen years old, I have already told you about. When I was growing up Dad was always there for me and mum and never touched me, not even after mum passed away, although he said he was really turned on by me walking around in my bra and knickers, I had done this since I was little and so did Mum, I used to think this was natural. I knew men where different down there but I never really understood what they really had in their trousers until I saw Dads. I caressed her face, and ran my fingers through her fur. Breathing deeply, I nuzzled her neck, reveling in each terrified whimper. Her scent was intoxicating, and her fur was incredible. Everywhere with short hair, like her cheek, felt soft and velvety. Places with longer hair, like the back of her neck, felt as smooth as silk.I sliced one side of her tunic with a talon, reached in and started running my fingers through the short fur that covered her front, I reached up until I firmly cupped. ...” She stopped and looked around her and I could tell she was very close to bursting into tears. Finally, she spluttered, “I’m an idiot,” and the tears began to flow down her cheeks.“What’s the problem, my dear,” I said, oozing concern.She waved her hand in the general direction of the station. “Wrong fucking stop!” she declared.I reached into my bag and pulled out a packet of tissues and handed them to her. She took them gratefully and dabbed at her eyes. She gave me a mumbled thanks.“Where.