"That is a fairly large oops, my dear." Zira wasn't complaining, in the least. His voice was breathy, and his fingers continued to move along with demon's wing span. He knew how it felt when he groomed his own wings, the feathers sometimes too sensitive to touch. To have someone else touch them in this way, he imagined, had to been amazing and incredible and all sorts of indescribable feelings in between.
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