Lyor began to make gentle purring sounds in an incomprehensible language, as if talking to the fetus, and Aora suddenly screamed from the sharp kicks inside her body.
"Oh, he hears me..." the syrinx was delighted and eagerly began to caress the child's mother.
"Lyor..." she stammered languidly, pleased with his attention. "You touch me so rarely. Why now?"
"Mmm... well, wifey. I was waiting you ask me for it."
He continued to shower her with kisses on her neck and breast, saying:
"You are so... you seem cold, reserved, but... you really want to make love with me... Is it difficult to admit to yourself? You want me... Don't tell your girlfriends how good I am... They're blatantly harassing me right on the street!"
"But I didn't say anything..."
"Ha-ha... I lost one feather, which your obsessive friend tore out."
