Hi there. This story does eventually get along to a bit of eroticism, so if you're in one of those categories where you shouldn't be reading this, don't read it. Or at least, don't blame me if you do.

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Laughing she flew, across the wide expanse of sea-strewn sky, the clouds tugging gently at her wings as the wind blew harder. 
I followed her, not at all an easy task. Sometimes she would loop so quickly and dive into the clouds, so that the only way I could find her was by her laughter. 

Once, spying her doing aerobatic cartwheels, I dove quickly from behind a cloud bank, and almost caught her. However, she saw me just before it was too late, and she twisted out of my way. I shot along past her; although I can fly much faster and even a little longer than she can, she is far more agile than I am. When I was able to turn back again to face her, she was grinning at me. 

I looked her in the eye, and growled. I could see the the expression on her face go through several changes as she considered my seriousness. I winked at her, my face breaking into a wide grin. She grinned too, then, and twisted, and sped off. I zoomed after her, gaining speed fast, but watching her carefully so that I could quickly see if she was going to turn off. 

She turned her head back, to see how far away I was. She miscalculated. I caught her just before she swerved. The twist in her body in my arms was probably the one which would have taken her twirling out of my path. But I had her. She struggled slightly, and we began to plummet to the ground. She stopped, but I continued holding her tightly,and folded my wings. We fell faster. 

It was, I suppose, almost like a game of chicken. My trust in my body and my timing, her trust in me. 

Possibly, it occurred to me, her willingness to die with me if I chose death. 

She lay in my arms, motionless, and melted against my body. I felt such a wonderful warmth for her, and I pulled up from the dive. I continued holding her, except I held her in front of me. I flapped my wings strongly and slowly, keeping us basically in the same place. 

She carefully freed one arm, and reached up to my face. I didn't realise until she pulled her hand from my cheek, a strange look on her face, that she had touched a tear. 

I held her close again, and shot up towards the sky. I had to work hard here; although I am strong and my wings are large, the air here is thin. 

I know that she loves these heights. Sometimes, if she holds tightly to me, I can see her smile. She's facing away from me now, but I still can imagine her bright smile on her face as I hold her warmth close to me. I almost can see the aura around us, the aura of our love for one another. 

Sometimes I am not sure if she enjoys these high altitude flights for the thrill, or simply because they are, to her, associated entirely with me. Her shorter wingspan limits her to the thicker air below, but she naturally belongs in the heavens, communing with the angels. 

We reach the height where I reach my limit. I let us glide through some large circles, then hold her tightly as I begin a series of loops and fast swerves. She starts to entwine her body with mine, legs wrapped around mine, arms hooked through mine, holding hands. 

Gently, she begins changing the shape of our melded bodies,reaching out with our arms or tucking them in. 

We have flown together like this many times, and together we can fly as one. I provide the strength, but she has the most extraordinary sense of the wind and of balance and navigation that I have ever known. I feel her tuck her body in very close to mine, and make our bodies together ready for a dive. I smile to myself, remembering the first time I showed her the wonderful speed one could reach by diving from this height. She had been nearly terrified; I'd been angry with myself for months for not realising that it would be something she had never experienced before. I was and am very glad of her sense for flying; if she had reached out an arm, it would have been broken by the immense force of the wind. If she had tried to spread her wings, her whole beautiful body would have been torn apart. 

But because of her great familiarity with flying, and her feel for the wind, she simply kept her body taught against mine until I broke off the dive. 

She, in turn, has taught me loops and dives and turns that I otherwise would not have tried. But I knew what she was going to do this time. She was fixing our arms and wings in a manner which would spin us in circles. I smiled at her, a kiss on the cheek. This is something that I cannot do by myself, her answer to my taking her so high. We began to drop feet-first, straight down. We spun like a child's toy, or a helicopter seed. Our spinning motion and outspread wings keep us from moving too quickly. We fell for a while, back down, to an altitude at which she felt comfortable, then she gently moved my body and showed me how to fly. That is the reason why I cannot do this myself; after spinning down, I am so dizzy that flying is very difficult for me, and without her, I would likely crash to the ground. 

She guided us in a series of long glides, and by the time we were low enough to land, I was recovered enough to catch us. 

A gentle landing, with her in my arms. It is, of course, easiest to separate before landing, but somehow our landing together feels better. After we land, I set her on her feet, although she continued to stand next to me and lean against me a little. I stroked her wing feathers smooth, leaned over to kiss her hair, tangled by the wind. 

"Such a sweet one," I murmur softly, her hair against my lips. My lips softly touch her ear a second, then I move the kiss towards her cheeck. Just before my mouth touches hers, though, I pull away, grinning at her. She stretches up, trying to entice me back, but I only pull her body against mine, slightly off her feet. Still, she seems a little too eager, and so I continue to tease her, leaving go of her for a second to bend down and kiss her nose. She has the cutest, tiniest, faintest freckles that I have ever seen. Although she despises them, I think they only serve to make her look sweet. Maybe that's what she doesn't like about them.

As I feel her rub her body against mine, I realise that "sweet" is not the look she is going for. Her eyes were almost slitted, their green darkened in passion as I finally pulled her up for a kiss. She has such a warm, soft mouth, with small smooth teeth that are a delight to my tongue. Her mouth tastes sweet, faintly, and faintly salty from breathing the sea-side air. I move my kiss slightly, across her jaw to the soft place underneath. Here on her neck, the skin is lightly covered with very fine, very pale hairs, as soft as the down of her wings. She gets tiny goose bumps as I nibble softly on the delicate skin, goose bumps that I know are echoed throughout her body. My hand, which had been wrapped around her shoulders, helping her stretch to meet my kiss and steadying her when she'd leaned back, now helped her gently to the ground. I knelt beside her, my kisses running along her neck, soft bites at the collarbone and gentle nips at the side of her jaw punctuating my kisses. My hand crept, my talons faintly scratching across her pale skin, to touch her breast. 

As I reached her nipple, I moved my hand so that my sharp talons gave way to soft fingertips, lightly rubbing it until she pushed her body up to meet my hand. I softly pinched it, holding it while I leaned over to kiss her. Her kiss this time was passionate, and her arms pulled me down onto her body. I felt her nipples pressing against my skin, as I moved my hand to press my body down against hers. She held me very tight against her, so that I wondered how she could breathe, but her breath continued warm against my face and into my mouth as we kissed. I pushed my leg between her thighs, feeling the soft down of her sex, wet on my skin. I halfway rolled off of her, letting my hand caress the soft warmth between her legs. I ran the pad of my fingers through the slippery folds, careful of my talons, then scratched very lightly along the outside of her lips. It is times like this I curse my talons; I have to be so careful that I do not hurt her. 

My tongue, however, has no such problems, and she seemed to sense my intention as I lifted my face from hers. She smiled at me, her eyes all but rolled back as she writhed softly against me. I leaned down, blew against her dampness, and her goose bumps returned. She is so hot there, that she is warmer even than my mouth as I let my tongue trace where my fingers just were. Here, I can be a little less careful, and indeed would have a great deal of trouble keeping myself held back with her thighs beneath my chest and her smell and taste in my mouth. The texture of her down is soft on my tongue, but I part her lips and let the tip run through her folds, then softly in circles until her hips begin to shake. As her pleasure builds, I suck on it, at first gently but then harder until she moans and then seems to collapse into the ground. 

I nuzzle her thighs, but she pulls me up to lie beside her, so I hold her in my arms and cuddle her as our bodies seem to entwine together by themselves. I breathe the scent of her hair, and the taste of her in my mouth and I realise that she is as beautiful on the ground as in the air.