A muffled groan passed from his lips washing out against her tongue, his hand still cupping her clit as his fingers pressed together as he lightly rolled them in a clockwise fashion. But it had been the feel of her hardened nipples against his chest that had produced the moan that passed from his lips, his other hand curling over her body to her back in order to keep her closer to him as his hand rolled to the small of her back.

Yes, he answered telepathically all to glad that she had gone against her instinct in pulling away from him. The spark of magic that had transverse from their lips where they had connected throughout his entire being had felt sublime. But the question she asked had delighted him further. Unused to being without the full faculty of his senses his telepathic ability had been another sense to him, one that he did not do without often.

It can only deepen matters.

Taking that as a confirmation to draw upon those talents he had used one now. It had only taken him a small moment to get the basic layout of her mind before he influenced the pleasure centers of her mind allowing her to experience such pleasurably sensations with a greater effect, a heightened awareness if you would.

The hand upon her back curled around her body as it rose upward to press fingers lightly against the curve of her breast.

Knowing that Aegir hardly needed her help to enter her mind, Karivnie nonetheless opened her mind to him, welcoming him into her psyche. Shuddering as she felt the brush of his ancient mind inside hers, she was unprepared for the heightening of her sensitivity that his expert manipulations caused. Suddenly his fingers rolling her clit became more than mysteriously pleasurable, but enough to throw her head back with a shocked and lustful cry as her hands quivered where they gripped his shoulders.

Arching her lean, wing-framed body around him, her hands slid down his body, fingers combing through his feathers as she looked for some way to share her pleasure with him, moaning softly as he cupped her breast, smoothing the down over the sensitive flesh. She didn't know what she was doing, but right at that moment she couldn't find it in herself to care; she had a companion, a pretend world to play in, and a game she was just learning to play. Feathers gaining a green tinge, Karivnie looked at Aegir with a hint of spice in her innocent eyes before shyly, teasingly running her tongue over his lips. "Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked, stroking along his hip where his feathers grew thin.

Time seemed to stand still against the warmth of her touch. His eyes fell closed felling then the intoxicating touch of her lips against his own, eyes slowly opening as they noticed foggily that her feathers had sported the same hue as his own. He found a soft smile peeling back his lips as she had spoke and quite honestly it had been unheard of that any had asked about his pleasure. He had been so use to being the vessel, the deliverance of pleasure onto others, that he had not thought much about such a matter.

His hand removed itself from the finery of her breast moving to her wrist. His fingers had cupped loosely around it as he guided it further until he set it against the hardness that had pulsed and throbbed as blood coursed through his veins.

"Your happiness enthralls me. It is all I need."

While a hand still caressed against her clit he bent forward slightly allowing his tongue to course over her neck smoothing over the feathers there as he made his slow progress.

Karivnie moaned and rocked against the fingers still stroking her clit, taking the hint from him and timidly mimicking the movements on his engorged member, wrapping one small hand around it and stroking up and down its length, watching him for his reaction and hoping that she was doing it right. She hadn't forgotten the other form lying beneath his stunning illusions, and while she was more intrigued than fearful of it, she was also fully aware that even disregarding his telepathy, she was outmatched, and she had already injured him once.

It reassured her that he drew pleasure from her pleasure, but her vocation was so integral to her personality that she felt she should take extra care to ensure they were even; comparatively benign though he was, the concept of having a debt that could be called in at any time made the young merchant's feathers prickle. Or it would, if she were paying more attention to her near-automatic subconscious impulses than to Aegir's hot breath and tongue swirling along her neck and his continuous, maddening teasing of her clit. She could feel her already heated skin flare in response, fluid trickling down her barely-feathered thighs as she continued to work the hot shaft in her hand, feeling it pulse against her palm as she continued to grind her hips into his fingers, emitting small whimpers of mixed arousal and frustration.

No worries about him not enjoying himself, his eyes fluttering closed again as he felt the warmth of her hand against him, a groan creeping out passed his lips rumbling in the air as he felt warmth radiating around him as her hand went to work against him.

Generating a soft bout of liquid from her his head had moved upwards again, his lips connecting with hers as his other hand pressed against her breast. When his eyes did open he had a dreamy look cast upon them, another groan spilling out of his lips mixing with her own, blood pulsing through his veins as a musky scent continued to emit out of his body.

A scent that she had not been consciously aware of as he filtered it out of the illusion. A scent that had been the release of pheromones though they had no effect against humans he had no idea if they would affect her, probably not had been his guess. The act of releasing his pheromones had been an unconscious act, one that occurred only when he had been highly aroused. It had been a through back to a time when his kind had reproduced sexually.

Due to his fragmented brain he could concentrate on multiple things at once and that had been good seeing that he drew on a portion of his mind know, reaching out to her, finding that she didn't weigh much probably due to hollow bones like an avian.

With telekinesis he lifted her a few inches off the ground, his eyes making contact with hers as he spoke out, the feeling instilled by her hand against him had been sublime.

"Oh, that feels good." He admitted as the feel of her fingers coursed over him even as his fingers began to course against her quicker.

Karivnie cried out and jerked against him as the sudden quickening of his rhythm brought more nectar from her, and she continued her stroking as she felt herself rise in the air. The motion caught her off guard and caused her to lose her grip as she regarded him with surprise, pleased at his admission of his pleasure but unsure as to why she was hovering in the air.

"What... are you doing?" she asked, her voice breathy as she resumed her stroking, writhing in his telekinetic grip as pleasure pulsed within her, radiating electrically to the very tips of her half-furled wings. Briefly she wondered if there was a limit to how long he could maintain the stunning illusion they were wrapped in. Would she find herself twined in the tentacles of his true form some time this evening? While the thought made her heart skip a beat with apprehension, curiosity made her wonder further, What would that be like? Do I really want to know?

Picturing his bald, mauve, featherless flesh and shuddering inwardly, she decided that the answer was no... but she couldn't account for the inexplicable ease that she felt just by blaming his illusions. She couldn't quite muster the fear that should have accompanied the question of whether he had tampered with her mind previously or not, but since she felt so unafraid, she couldn't justify to herself trying to leave- not when what they were doing felt this good. This isn't like me... I don't know what I'm doing here, and I don't care... I just want to feel more of this...

As her thoughts flowed through her mind he had found the matter curious as she gave though to such matters of his own form. Her hand still rippling against him as soft groans slipped out of his lips but despite this he reached down to her slender wrist as his own hand firmly seized hers in his.

He smiled at her as he looked into her eyes and while he could maintain this illusion indefinately he had yet to quell the thoughts and questions that crashed through her mind. His hand on her clit dropped down to rest on one of his legs while the other unfurled her fingers from him.

He moved her back telekinetically a little as he did so, rolling onto his back he had not had to deal with any pain or discomfort from his wings seeing how they had been part of the masquered that he used,

Once on his back he drew her closer to him, even lowering her some. "Feel more you will," he murmured as he lowered her back down, tongue lapping out against her labia, licking around it as a hand reached up to rub against her clit as he busied himself, his tongue taking its time as he brushed up and down the slit of her sex before shallowly pressing inside the chambers of her body.