Nakir thrust faster, he gripped Nia's legs tighter around her hips. The pictures on the walls were rattling with each trust, 'If only she was Gadrial.'
He kissed Nia deeper and his tongue danced with hers and he felt that her body was jolting upwards, she was near her climax.
Her nails dug deeper into his back and it trailed upwards, her hands tangled into his hair.
Nakir moved one arm up her hip and towards her right breast, he gripped at it hard and pinched her nipple between his fingers.
She broke their kiss and gasped for air but a long moan came from her lips, "Fuck me harder, Nakir."
Nakir leaned forward and bit her lower lip, he increased his velocity and his wings lifted up and Nia's wings spread against the wall as they both are on the verge of climax.
