Chaos and blackmail and lust, oh my.
Jisten kissed Rak’s neck. He unstoppered the vial and let oil spread across his palm and warm to his body temperature. He then laid that palm across Rak’s wing, which spread in response. The dry membrane soaked up the oil, so that Jisten had very little to spread. The captain repeated the procedure, palmful by palmful.
It was easy to do without disturbing Rak, although it didn’t have the precision of stroking the oil into every crevice. The stimulation caused Rak’s body to resume, and he undulated on Jisten’s impaling shaft. Jisten’s shaft, and lust, swelled.
“Let me lie down,” Rak boldly suggested, “so you can reach my wings more easily while you take me.”
Reluctantly, Jisten released him. Rak stood up off Jisten and stretched his whole body and his wings. Jisten was immobilized by the sight of Rak’s twelve foot wingspan. Rak laid down on the rug before the fireplace and stretched again. His wings relaxed to either side of him and he looked back over his shoulder at Jisten in clear invitation.
Jisten gave himself a little shake and stood. His pants fell around his ankles. He sat back down, removed his boots, socks, and pants, and put them with the rest of his clothes, leaving only his shorts. His erection faded during this delay, but at last he grabbed the oil vial and walked over to Rak.
He sat down next to Rak, one wing spread in front of him. “I’m going to oil them by hand, to make sure I don’t miss a spot.”
Rak shifted his rear end in subtle invitation. “It would be easier to reach both wings if you were sitting in the middle of them.”
Jisten grinned. “I don’t want to crush you.”
You will not,” Rak assured him with a soft smile.
Jisten straddled Rak and carefully sat on him. “I’m much larger than you.”
“I am not made of glass,” said Rak. He glanced back at his new rider. “There, is that not better?”
“I can see both of them now,” Jisten studied them. “I wasn’t even in my palm application.” He upended the oil vial and set to work.
Rak moaned in lust beneath him. “I want you in me.”
“I have to oil your wings,” Jisten replied stubbornly.
“Enter me, then oil them. You can do both.”