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Jean-Pierre shouted into the roo As he ca up and up and bringing another scream out of her throat

He kissed the back of her neck, his body swaying into her, his body still connected, her mind still richly enshrined within his

The oneness oncedown her cheeks

"Jean-Pierre," she said, her voice hoarse

"Ma chérie," he whispered over her neck, against her ear, into her hair "Ma chérie Ma chérie"

The feathers of his wings swept over her are, not quite in her own body She felt wonderful She wanted to cry out, to spin in circles, to laugh, to fly

But as his body stilled, she grew quiet as well

"Do you feel that?" he asked

She nodded "Yes I think so"

She could feel so Finally, it ca hard and forceful

Jean-Pierre, still connected to her, leaned over her, his arms around her

The wind swept over them both

She felt the click in the center of her chest "Do you feel that? A click?"

"Yes, near -locks"

She felt it now, the swelling of her back, the weeping of her wing-locks, nothing new and yet everything was new She had crossed so she had been an island separated froe and she could cross it at will

Her back no longer itched

Instead she felt the poithin, a new sureness of foot, and an understanding of who she ho she was meant to be, within herself and in her life

"I think I canwould be more beautiful to me"

He started to withdraw from her but she reached back and held his hips "No I want to do it for the first time like this, with you inside me Can you do that?"

She felt him shudder and she realized he was still very much erect Jean-Pierre, I can feel you … very firm

It is your blood

Her turn to shiver as he very slowly pushed inside, withdrew, then pushed, a new steady rhyths

With his blood like fire in her veins, with her mind still sunk within his, with his body still connected low and stroking her, she closed her eyes and thought the beautiful thought Wings

He gave a cry "Your wings are co I can feel it froan toat tres were just there, held in place by the attending mesh superstructure

"Fiona, they are so beautiful! You are so beautiful But I cannot help ence of her wings had been, just as he had said, close to a sexual experience, she cried out, "Do it!"

As he held her hips, he pumped her from behind, harder and faster Before a handful of seconds had passed, she arched her neck and screaain, better than before, better than anything "Oh, God," carunted heavily as oncespeed, the wind froroan and his hips finally stilled against hers

Jean-Pierre had only one regret: that he had waited so very long to give hi he had experienced before He felt honored to be so close to her at the s for the first time But this is what he had seen within the brief vision, that she would release her wings tonight He just hadn’t expected to be connected to her so intith of her back along her spine He sold fla of obsidian flaift

"Can you see your wings, chérie? Try to look at thenificent"

He saw her flex thedrifted closer to Fiona’s body, in the direction her head was turned "The feathers are black and gold Oh, I really get it now Obsidian flame Wow Are they as beautiful as I think they are?"

"Incroyable Nothing less I wish you could see them as I see thes and felt her shiver beneath him His eyes et He could not help that His life had just shifted, a turning of the earth to reveal a new arrangement of the stars