Fraya
"Hold on tight baby." Donahue whispers in my ear and then he takes off, his powerful wings lifting us into the air. Guess he wasn't interested in taking the stairs, not that I am complaining, flying is going to get us there sooner, wherever there is. I hold on as tight as I can to Donahue, my core rubbing against him with every twist and turn he takes. I close my eyes and focus on the sensation, almost certain that if I keep my focus on where he is touching me, I can get an orgasm before we even start. Cold air suddenly hits my skin, distracting me from my goal and I open my eyes to find myself looking up at the sky. My back is placed on something soft before Donahue lifts himself off me, placing his weight on his arms as he stares down at me. Above him there are flashes of light as
