Aisling had not suspected a thing when Sol arrived on the scene. She had pulled out most of the ingredients to make sort of a seafood paella, with a less grain filled option for Sol and Alven. She’d boiled and diced some potatoes so she could sauté those in with bacon and the shrimps and herbs. When he prowled in she thought he was a little early, but still thought nothing of it. Just warbling a happy greeting to him as she kept on arranging things how she needed them to be before she started cooking.
But then he was come up behind her and had started pawing at her body.
“Och~! Hungry fer somethin else are we Acushla?” she breathed as he gathered her against him and leaned in for her neck. She couldn’t help the shudder and groan that escaped her mouth, and how her feathers fluffed up. Her head tipped to give him more room and when he started leading her somewhere else she gave the barest noise of complaint before complying completely. She was all too willing to let him take the lead. It was a privilege she afforded only to him and her few ‘specials’. Aisling happily bent right over the table for him. She groaned and laughed a little while he stripped her plump ass of clothes. And giggled wickedly when he got impatient and just left half her clothes on. That just turned her on even more, knowing he was that eager to play with her and she wiggled her tailfeather’s at her with a cheeky little smile on her face.
“Takin too long, Aye? I thought so too!” she groaned again as he began working her up to begging for him. If the table hadn’t been so wide to accommodate all the huge limbs that regularly sat at it she would have been grabbing for the edges to steady herself as he worked. Sol had her shaking, and she had to slap her hands down on the table to steady herself when he finally slid hi heavy member into her, pulling her a bit away from the table by her mocha hair. He’d see how her eyes rolled back and she’d bite her lip as he pushed himself in deep. She moaned and her thick thighs shook against the edge of the table.
“This is okay, yes?” he was making sure. Stars above he was so good to her. Always making sure she was good to keep going or not. And she always did her best to do the same for him.
“Parsley Sage YES!!” she enthusiastically answered, her husky voice sounding breathless. Her hips gave a buck into him.
“Ye could... ochhh... ye could pull a wee bit harder than this an I’ll still be lovin it. Moon above, yer Hen is such a mess fer ye~ would ye give her a proper fekkin Acushla?”
