The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Zevran]

"Fingers? Well, that's just confusing," he protests lightly. "Though that does make me wonder if..." Carefully lifting a wing, he runs his tongue down a 'finger' then curls it around the tip before pulling it into his mouth to suck.

[Marian Hawke]

She whimpers, shifting a little as it becomes a proper moan. "That's nice -- do that," she whispers. 

[Zevran]

Chuckling softly, Zevran does as commanded. With his other hand, he reaches around to stroke and caress her abdomen. 

[Marian Hawke]

She lays back against him a little, giving him more access to her abdomen, her breasts, her wing. Slowly, she wriggles out of her pants, freeing her tail...

[Zevran]

Zevran had kissed his way up to the top of her wing, licking and nibbling as he went, so he spots the tail moving up to wrap around her breast, the tip rubbing against the nipple. Now now, that's my job, he thinks with amusement. Running a finger down the length, he laughs softly when it instantly wraps around his wrist, the tip wiggling as if to catch his attention. 

"You really are a pup, complete with wagging tail." He returns his focus to her breast, taking care to use his new 'bracelet' to rub against her own skin frequently.

[Marian Hawke]

"I-- my tail?" she asks, blinking. "I forgot about it, sorry," she adds.  "aahh! That's sensitive," she hisses, in a whine. "Good," she adds.

[Zevran]

"You did not mean to do this?" Zevran asks curiously, twisting his wrist so he capture the tip between his thumb and finger.

[Marian Hawke]

"No, it just, it just does things. I'm still -- mm -- still learning."

[Zevran]

"Sounds like a dragon," Zevran muses, then snorts. "I meant a cock, a penis, but I suppose also a real dragon." Almost absently, he lifts his hand so he can reach the tip with is mouth to felliate it.

[Marian Hawke]

"Gods, gods!" she calls out, in a low, throaty rumble. "Yes, more!"

[Zevran]

It really is a dragon. Pleased with her response, his shifts around so he can reach his other hand down her front. He slips a finger into her folds, causing her tail to spasm and try to thrust as best it can into his mouth.

[Marian Hawke]

She whimpers, moaning, resting her head back against him, eyes drifting closed -- and then jerks up, tense, suddenly, with no discernible cause. Dark eyes, watching me, judging me, begging for help and condemning me to the hells for not giving it.

[Zevran]

Zevran's hands still, his mouth yanks away. "It's okay, you're safe. We're safe. You're with Zevran. No-one is being harmed, it's okay."

[Marian Hawke]

She whimpers, chest heaving with the effort of her breaths. "I hate this," she whispers, wiping at tears in her eyes. "I hate needing this. I hate it. I wish I could get rid of it. I was working on a ritual, before..."

[Zevran]

"It's not the sex, the lust, that's the problem, Marian," he soothes her. "It's the evil people bring to it. The evil that monster laced it with. It can be good, so good. It can be holy."