The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

She leans into his touch, her eyes drifting closed a little. "Yes, sir," she purrs. 

[Zevran]

"I think perhaps as simple and basic as possible might be best," he adds gently. "No kinks."

[Marian Hawke]

"Alright," she agrees. When he tugs her to her feet, she follows to his tent, sitting beside him meekly. Her wings stretch, shift, as she struggles to find a comfortable position for them; she ignores them, instead focusing her attention on him and him alone. 

[Zevran]

"Are you more comfortable in another position?" Zevran asks as he follows her inside. 

[Marian Hawke]

"I'm not sure -- I'm still getting used to the damn things," she admits. "And this tail is nothing but a nuisance. I've half a mind to cut it off."

[Zevran]

Zevran jolts a little as he watches the side of her trousers bulge out wildly. "I... see?" He coughs. "Would you be more comfortable undressed? Or would that be... distressing?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I... I'm not sure," she admits. "I suppose... well it's not as if I can hide forever," she adds, with a little self-deprecatory laugh. "Help me with the buttons in the back of this shirt?"

[Zevran]

"Of course," he murmurs, kneeling behind her. "May I... linger over the matter?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Yes," she breathes. "I don't know if they're sensitive or... anything. Let's find out?"

[Zevran]

Behind her, Zevran smiles. "Oh my yes," he purrs softly, his breath whispering across her right wing. Deft fingers trace their way along her spine, undoing buttons as they go. He never touches her skin, but still manages to leave ghosts of sensation. Around her leg, her misbehaving tail curls and tightens in time with the faux touches.

[Marian Hawke]

She shivers as his fingers brush across her magical tattoo, the upper one that protects her from disease and pregnancy; it's switched on, active, though she knows with a thought she can deactivate it if she needs to. As his breath caresses her lower tattoo, however, she jolts, twitching away from him. "Don't," she whines. 

[Zevran]

"Understood, ma'am," he says swiftly, reversing direction. In apology, he presses a kiss to the bare skin of her upper back, just over the joint of her left wing.

[Marian Hawke]

She sighs a little, relaxing into his touch. This is good. I want more. She lets out a soft whine of pleasure, trying to entice him to continue. 

[Zevran]

"Eager pup," Zevran says with a laugh, pushing her shirt forward so she can take it off. As she takes care of that, he starts to stroke the membranes and... "What are these called? The... hard parts of the wing, the frame? Ribs?"

[Marian Hawke]

"I... fingers, I think? On bats they're fingers."