Savannah

Ileaned closer to the trundlefin, captivated by its iridescent fur, but the tiny creature squeaked in alarm and darted into the underbrush, startled by my sudden movement.

"Savannah." Ryon"s voice was soft yet insistent. His hand cupped my cheek, gently turning my face towards his. Those golden eyes held mine, intense and searching. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

My breath caught in my throat. Did I want this? It would be a lie to say I hadn"t considered it, hadn"t imagined being held by him, feeling his touch on my skin. But could this truly work?

As Ryon started to pull away, I reached up, brushing my fingers over his feathered cheek. The soft down trembled under my touch, and a shiver ran through him. That was all the encouragement I needed.

Licking my lips, my heart pounding, I met his gaze. "Don"t stop," I whispered.

In one swift motion, Ryon lifted me onto his lap. I squeaked in surprise at his strength. His hands skimmed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers sinking into his silky feathers.

He lowered his head, that curved beak grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering closed. Then I felt something warm and wet trailing along my pulse point - his tongue. Far thicker than a human"s, textured and slightly scaled, pointed like a bird"s. Strange, yet not unpleasant. Far from it.

A moan escaped me as he licked a path up to my ear, his hot breath making me shudder in his grasp. "Ryon," I breathed, tightening my grip on his feathers.

He made a deep, rumbling purr that vibrated through his chest and into mine. His hands found the hem of my shirt, slipping underneath to caress the bare skin of my waist.

I arched into his touch, my head falling back. This was madness.

But as Ryon"s beak nibbled gently at my collarbone, all thoughts of professionalism evaporated. There was only him, me, and the fire burning between us.

Cupping his face in my hands, I brought his beak to my lips. An awkward angle, but I didn"t care. I needed to taste him, to feel him against me.

He responded with fervor, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. Unfamiliar, yet I could definitely get used to the strange sensation and unique texture as I tangled my tongue with his.

Breaking apart, we both breathed heavily. Ryon"s eyes were molten gold, filled with a hunger that sent a thrill through me.

"Savannah," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want you. I know I shouldn"t, but I can"t resist."

The heat of Ryon"s breath against my skin was intoxicating, each exhalation stoking the fire within me. I felt the heat coiling in my belly, a desperate ache for more of his touch. "Ryon," I whispered, barely audible, "touch me more."

His eyes darkened with desire, and without a word, he reached for the hem of my tunic. Slowly, deliberately he pushed it up, revealing the soft skin beneath. His fingers brushed against the underside of my breast, causing me to gasp. The roughness of his fingerpads was unlike anything I"d felt.

Deftly, he unclasped my bra with an ease that hinted at familiarity with human customs. The cups fell away, exposing me to the cool air, my nipples hardening.

Ryon"s gaze dropped to my breasts, and a visible shudder ran through him, his feathers quivering. He seemed to be holding his breath, chest still. Then, with a touch that made my heart clench, he reached out and cupped my breast in his hand.

I couldn"t suppress the moan that escaped as he gently squeezed, his thumb brushing over my sensitive peak. A strange mix of the familiar and the alien, the roughness of his touch contrasted by the softness of his feathers.

But it was when he lowered his head, beak parting to reveal the pink, textured surface of his tongue, that I truly felt the magnitude of our differences. The first swipe of his tongue against my nipple was electric, the strange, scaly texture sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. Foreign, yet utterly divine.

I tangled my fingers in his feathers, holding him to me as he licked and swirled, each stroke driving me closer to the edge.

Ryon"s tongue swirled around my nipple, and I teetered on the edge of bliss when a sudden crack of lightning split the sky. The flash illuminated the garden, casting sharp shadows, and an instant later, rain poured down in sheets. We jerked apart, startled by the abrupt change.

"Rain," Ryon muttered, looking up at the darkening sky. His feathers ruffled as he helped me sit up. "We need to get out of this."

I nodded, scrambling to gather my discarded clothes. My heart still raced from our heated moment, but the cold rain quickly grounded me in reality. Pulling my shirt over my head, I shivered as the fabric clung to my damp skin.

Ryon moved with swift efficiency, gathering our picnic supplies and tucking them into a waterproof bag. His wings flexed and folded against his back, water dripping from the tips. Despite the urgency, his movements remained graceful.

"We can take shelter in a nearby cave," he raised his voice over the din. "Follow me."

He grabbed my hand, and I marveled at how his touch still sent tingles through me despite the chill. We dashed through the woods, slipping on wet grass and dodging low branches that threatened to snag our clothes.

The storm intensified, lightning flashing more frequently as thunder rumbled like a distant drumbeat. My hair plastered to my forehead, water streaming down my face, making it hard to see where we were going. But Ryon"s grip remained firm and reassuring.

We finally reached the mouth of a cave nestled among rocky outcroppings. The entrance was partially obscured by overhanging vines, providing some shelter. Ryon pushed them aside and guided me inside.

Surprisingly spacious, the cave had smooth stone walls that glistened faintly in the dim light. Water dripped from stalactites, creating a steady plinking echo. Ryon set down our supplies and shook himself to dry his feathers, sending droplets flying.

"Sorry," he said with a sheepish click of his beak. "Didn"t expect such a sudden storm."

I laughed breathlessly, wiping rainwater from my eyes. "Well, you did promise an adventure."

He chuckled, his eyes warm despite our soggy state. "True enough." Handing me a blanket from his bag - a thoughtful touch that made me smile.

I took the blanket gratefully and dried off as best I could. Ryon watched me with those intense golden eyes, making it hard to focus on anything else.

"Thank you," I said softly after a moment, feeling unexpected gratitude wash over me - not just for the blanket, but for everything since I"d arrived.

He nodded once, acknowledging my words. An unspoken understanding between us now - a connection forged by shared experiences and something deeper.

As we settled into our refuge from the storm, I kept stealing glances at Ryon when I thought he wasn"t looking. The way his feathers glistened in the dim light; how his eyes seemed even more vibrant against his copper plumage; how effortlessly graceful his every movement was despite our circumstances - it all fascinated me more than I"d ever imagined.

"Savannah," he said suddenly, breaking my reverie.

I looked at him expectantly.

"I... about earlier," he began before trailing off, seeming unsure how to continue.

"It"s okay," I reassured him quickly before he over-thought it further - something I sensed might come easily to someone who kept so much hidden.

The relentless rhythm of rain against the cave entrance provided a steady backdrop to the wild thrumming of my heart. Ryon stood across from me, his eyes reflecting the dim light, a storm of his own brewing in their depths. I saw the tension in his shoulders, his feathers lying flat against his form, a sign of inner turmoil.

I moved towards him, steps measured, pulse racing with trepidation and desire. The air between us seemed to crackle with unspoken words, the charge of our earlier encounter. My fingertips grazed the sleek fabric of his vest, feeling his solidity beneath.

"Ryon," my voice barely above a whisper, "I don"t want you to pull away."

He tilted his head, considering me with a gaze that seemed to see right through to my core. "I shouldn"t have let things go as far as they did," he said, regret lacing his words. "You"re here for a job, and I?—"

I cut him off with a shake of my head, stepping closer until there was barely a breath between us. "I"m here because I wanted an adventure. Something different, something new. And I found that... in you."

His eyes widened slightly, a subtle shift. I felt the heat radiating off his body, the soft rustle of his feathers as he drew breath. "Savannah, I?—"

Rising onto my tiptoes, I pressed my lips to his cheek in a kiss that was both question and answer. For a moment he was motionless, caught off guard by my boldness. But then, with a low rumble in his throat, he responded, his beak parting to allow the sweep of his uniquely textured tongue against mine.

The kiss deepened, and I let my hands explore the contours of his chest, the vest a barrier between my skin and his feathers. Breaking away just long enough to speak, my voice husky with need, "What turns you on?"

Ryon"s breath hitched, his eyes darkening to rich amber. "Touch," he said simply, the single word hanging heavy with implication.

I reached for the vest fastenings, my fingers working deftly to undo each one. With every inch of exposed skin, I trailed my fingertips across the soft down, tracing the lines of muscle and bone, the intricate patterns of his feathers. The vest fell away with a soft thud, affording me a view of his avian splendor.

Running my hands over him, I felt the rise and fall of his chest as breathing grew more labored. His feathers ruffled under my touch, a visible sign of arousal that sent satisfaction coursing through me. Leaning in, I pressed a kiss to the base of his neck, my tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of his skin underneath the fine feathers.

Ryon"s wings unfurled slightly, the tips quivering as I continued exploring. I felt the power coiled within him, a potent combination of strength and restraint. His hands cradled my face, tilting it towards his as he claimed my mouth in a searing kiss that left no doubt as to his desire.

We stumbled backwards, bodies entwined, until the cool stone met my back. Ryon"s wings enveloped us, creating an intimate cocoon shutting out the world. His beak trailed a path of fire down my neck, breath hot against my skin.

I moaned, fingers tangling in his feathers, pulling him closer. The rational part of my brain screamed to slow down, to consider the implications, but I was past the point of no return. All I needed was the feeling of his body against mine, the way he made me feel alive like never before.

The storm faded into the background as Ryon"s deft fingers worked at the fastenings of my boots. My heart pounded frantically, matching the insistent throbbing between my thighs. I clung to his broad, feathered shoulders, fingers digging into the downy plumage as he carefully removed each boot.

I was acutely aware of our closeness, the heat radiating from his body. His wings partially unfurled, the glow of his feathers catching the faint light. The sight of him, so strange yet achingly beautiful, took my breath away.

Ryon slid his hands up my legs, leaving a trail of desire in their wake. Hooking his fingers under my waistband, he peeled away my pants and underwear in one fluid motion. Cool air washed over my exposed flesh, and I shivered, legs trembling with anticipation.

Ryon"s golden eyes met mine, and in their depths I saw a raw, unbridled need that mirrored my own. Leaning forward, his beak parted slightly as he breathed in my scent. The primal gesture flooded my core with fresh wetness.

Then he lowered his head, wings enveloping me in a cocoon of feathers and heat. His tongue, so unlike a human"s - thick, textured, designed for tastes and sensations beyond comprehension. But as it slid against my folds, finding the small, sensitive nub of my clitoris, I found myself craving the pleasure he offered.

He lapped at me with long, languid strokes, each swipe of his tongue sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my veins. I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls as I rode the wave of sensation. Ryon"s arms wrapped around my legs, hands gripping my thighs as he lifted me slightly, burying his face deeper between my quivering flesh.

The world narrowed to the two of us, the incredible feeling of his tongue against my most intimate parts. The tension swelled within me, a tightening coil that threatened to snap. I chanted his name like a mantra, a desperate plea for release from the exquisite torment.

"Ryon, Ryon, Ryon..."

My orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning - sudden and electrifying. My body convulsed, legs clamping around his head as I came apart. Stars danced before my eyes, my mind a whirl of pleasure and wonder as I rode the waves.

Ryon held me through it all, his tongue slowly gentling its movements as I gradually floated back down. My breath came in ragged gulps, heart racing as I struggled to process the intensity.

He released me gently, allowing my legs to slide down until my feet touched the floor. I sagged against him, body still trembling from the aftershocks.

He nuzzled my cheek. "Are you ready for more?"