A Less Rough Afternoon

A/N: Part 5, and the final part of the Ammie and Beryl stories (for now, at least, I may write more). All five are posted at once so you can find the others through my page. This is the one where I finally went whole hog pornography, though the others weren't super lacking in that. I am glad for how this one turned out and I think it works well. This is also one that leaves me somewhat vulnerable, though, since I am revealing my sexual fantasies to the world in a way I have never done before (of course this is an erotica site so, y'know, probably no big deal here). I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you enjoyed the others too. Please let me know if you have any suggestions or feedback, or have any questions!

Note: Amaranthe is 22 years old, the narrator is 20.

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I watched as Amaranthe flopped onto the couch after doing her exercises. She didn't look horribly tired, but definitely seemed a bit winded. I'd always admired how athletic she was - nothing like me.

I couldn't help but stare. At some point before I'd arrived, she'd shucked off her standard sports bra and exercise shorts and put on a black sleeveless leotard instead, with holes for her tail and her wings - ironically, despite the fact that she was wearing no underwear (I could see her panties and sports bra by the side of the couch) this was the most covered she'd been in a while. Still, the leotard closely hugged her chest, and I suspected I could make out her nipples if I concentrated hard enough. Her legs were fully on display as well. Here, as she rested, her wings lay lax on her back. Ammie's tail hung off the couch, as did her shoulder-length black hair.

She was still. She was resting.

Now was the time.

"Hey, Ammie," I said.

She perked up and grinned. "Hi. Didn't see you there." Her tail twitched just a little. "Was just working out for a bit. Do you like my outfit?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I do. It looks great on you." I sat by her feet.

"Beryl's been doing so much better lately. Thank your for talking to her."

"My pleasure."

We sat there for a moment. I found myself somehow unable to broach the subject I came here for. Eventually, though, I steeled myself and looked Amaranthe in the eyes. "I...I have some of that Dragonsleaf cream. How do your wings feel?"

Ammie's eyes widened. The grin that stretched across her face was infectious, and I found myself smiling too, despite my nervousness. "Well," she responded, "my wings are a bit sore, now that you mention it. I could definitely use a hand with them." Her voice took on an increasingly husky tone as she continued. "It wouldn't be easy, though. You'd have to rub every last inch of my wings with cream." She giggled. "Are you up to the challenge?"

I hesitated for a moment. Did I really want to do this?

Then I looked once more into Ammie's longing eyes, and I knew.

"I am."

Ammie's tail waved yet more as she turned, laying her wings against her back. She unfurled them just enough to let me reach the soft skin between the bones.

I opened the jar of cream and took a small amount onto the first two fingers of my right hand. Hiding my nervousness as best I could, I reached out and begin to rub the cream on the tips of Ammie's right wing.

Amaranthe moaned in response. "Oh, that's nice," she said after a moment. "Your hands are so gentle but firm. Can y-" She gasped as I moved closer to the base of her wing.

"Your wings are so lovely," I whispered. "I can hardly believe you're willing to trust me to touch you like this." I switched to her other wing, rubbing her tail with my left hand. "I know I called you a horndog that one time, but I know you wouldn't allow this from just anyone."

Amaranthe sighed in contentment as I continued to massage her wings. She flared them open and sat up, allowing me to reach the underside of the membranes. Pristine alabaster on the outside, her inner membranes were a soft dark gray. I'd been wrapped in Ammie's wings before, and so I knew how warm to the touch the undersides were. "You're not just anyone, though. You're special. You're gentle, and you always enjoyed looking at me, and you took me seriously when I told you about Beryl, and y - Ohhhhhh..."

Evidently I had found a particularly sensitive part of her wings. I took a moment's pause to collect more cream before returning to that spot a bit more carefully. "Thank you," I said.

Ammie took a moment to respond as she sighed and moaned beneath my hands. "Y-you're welcome," she breathed at last. "But I should thank you. You're the one doing all the work. Your hands feel so good..."

A few minutes passed, with only the sound of Ammie's moans to break the silence. It was quiet and comfortable. Still, her wings weren't what I was truly hoping to touch today, and Amaranthe knew it.

Ammie broke the silence just as I finished coating her right wing. "I think my wings are feeling better now," "But my pecs are just killing me." She turned over to face me, sitting up against the side of the couch. "My leotard seems to be stuck, though. Can you help me get that down first so you can reach them?"

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I reached out, gripped the strap of her leotard, and waited as she slipped her arm through. Her grin widened as I repeated with her other arm, then finally tugged it down to reveal more of her body, pulled down until it covered nothing but between her legs.

Slender but not thin, Ammie was gorgeously muscled. Her arms were strong, her stomach firm and tight. Each muscle was toned without being overbearing. Amaranthe coulde easily beat me in a contest of strength, but she still retained her smooth skin and lithe figure. And her breasts...

Oh, her breasts. Small, round, and beautiful, they were the same pale cream as the rest of her skin, and looked so smooth and soft. Her dark gray nipples stood erect, belying Ammie's arousal. As I stared, I felt a stirring between my legs.

"How do you like me?" Ammie asked. "You don't have to answer. I can see that at least one part of you is enj-"

It took me a moment to realize she'd stopped mid-sentence, and yet another for my brain to catch up to why. Unconsciously, I'd pressed my face into her, next to her breasts, and begun to rub myself against them.

Just before I pushed myself off to apologize for pressing into her like that without asking, her still cream-covered wings wrapped around me to hold me against her. "Oh, you really like my breasts, don't you? How are they?"

I took a moment to respond. I felt wrapped in a soft blanket, with two small yet very soft pillows before me.

I continued to nuzzle Ammie's chest as I answered."Your body is firm and muscled. But your breasts are so soft."

"Well, you can do anything you want with them. But right now, I'm almost naked, and you're fully clothed." She released her wings. "If you take your shirt off, then you can put your hands all over me." Amaranthe grinned devilishly. "How does that sound?"

I closed my eyes, pausing for a moment. It was a fair request, to be sure - she'd happily revealed her body to me on several occasions now, and I had never reciprocated. Still, I couldn't help but feel nervous at the idea of undressing for Ammie, at least a little.

Eventually, though, I opened my eyes and nodded. "Yes. Of course." I turned to the side, gripped the hem of my shirt...yet found myself hesitating once more.

As I sat there, I recalled Beryl, those months ago, as she took off her nightdress while Ammie and I watched. I realized in that moment why she'd hesitated as she did so. Not to tempt us. Rather, to steel herself.

But Beryl managed it, and so could I. I was not being pressured, it was a simple request to which I accepted. So with that, I pulled my shirt over my head, then turned back to Ammie. "There."

Ammie remained silent as she slowly leaned towards me. A wing wrapped around me, followed by her arms. Her lovely smile increased as she pulled me into a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around her in response, running one hand through her hair. Wrapped in her wings like a warm blanket, pressed up against a beautiful young woman, no scrap of clothing between our chests. It was heavenly. I noted in the back of my mind that Ammie tasted faintly of cinnamon.

I couldn't tell just how long we stayed there, but eventually the demand for air became too great and we broke apart. I breathed in deeply as I looked into her eyes.

"You look nice," she said.

"Thank you," I muttered, suspecting she lied but choosing not to press further.

Ammie took the opportunity to lift her arms over her head and stretch, pushing her breasts toward me. "You want to touch them, right? With your face, or your hands, cream or no cream, you can do whatever you want. Right now, I'm all yours." She winked.

I lifted one hand to her breast and slowly squeezed it, enjoying the sound of her moan. "You'd really let me do anything?" I asked. "You trust me that much?"

She nodded, scooting forward to press her breast against my hand slightly more. "You wouldn't hurt me, and you wouldn't take advantage either. Whatever you choose to do, I know you'd stop if I objected. So please, experiment with me. I know you've had some thoughts about me. Go ahead. Whatever it is you're thinking of right now, do it. I know you'll stop if I ask you to, but you know I probably won't."

With that, I squeezed her breast one more time before scooting back, then leaning in to press my face once more against her chest. Her light sigh encouraged me as I nuzzled her breasts again.

Still nervous, yet emboldened by Ammie's stated trust for me, I decided to let loose and attempt something I had wanted to do for some time, now. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along Ammie's left breast, over her nipple. Her skin was soft smooth. The slightly rough bumps of her areola had an interesting taste to them, not one I could quite place, and her erect nipple was slightly sweet.

Ammie gasped, followed by a soft moan. "Ooh, that felt so nice. Can you keep doing that, please?"

I responded with another lick, this time to her other breast.

Ammie moaned harder as she wrapped her arms around my head, pushing me further into her chest. "Can you suck on them, just a little, please?" she asked.

I noted dimly her pausing every few words, as though light on breath. Wrapping my mouth around the right breast, I ran my tongue in a circle just outside her areola, then inside it, before finally moving it up and down against her nipple.

Ammie's panting increased. Her grip around me tightened further, wings flaring out.

At that moment, inspiration struck. I ignored my inhibitions as I slid my right hand under Ammie's leotard that still acted as makeshift panties, and pressed my fingers against the moist folds between her thighs. Her cry, nearing a scream, told me this was what she wanted. I ran my hand back and forth, continuing to lap at her breast as I did.

Was it but a few seconds before her elated moan? Was it minutes? Even an hour? I couldn't tell. Time seemed to lose meaning here. But eventually, her arms released me. I felt the moistness between Amaranthe's legs grow as she let out one more sound, then lay back.

I lay on top of her as she caught her breath for a few minutes. She was a bit sweaty now, and her hair was slightly disheveled. But damn, was she still beautiful.

"Do you mind...undressing me fully?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Not at all." I sat up, placed my hand in Ammie's leotard, and pulled it down her legs, revealing her fully. As I tugged them off her scale-encrusted feet, I sat back to enjoy the view.

The dark, now slightly shiny, curls between her thighs were gorgeous. Thick but sleek hair, tightly curled and lightly fluffing out from her skin, they masked the folds between her legs well enough when she stood up. But now she lay down, her legs spread just a little, and so the slit just between her legs was clear to me. I'd not seen it before, especially not from this angle. It complemented the rest of her beauty - the curls just above her skin, her breasts high upon her chest, and the slight smile she cast me.

"Are you all right if I undress too?" I asked. I paled the instant the question left my mouth - why would I have asked such a thing? But Ammie's nod convinced me, and so I pulled down my jeans and underwear, letting my penis free at last. It had been pressing against the fabric for some time now, so it felt nice to just let it out, no longer aching from such a strong erection in such a confined space.

Ammie sat up. She and I just looked over each other for a time. I focused on her breasts, her legs, and her dark pubic hair. When I followed Amaranthe's gaze, I found that she looked over my chest as well, but paid some special attention to my erect penis.

I saw the flash of inspiration in her eyes. "There's something I would like to try. Can I, umm..."

I blinked. Amaranthe, unable to bring herself to express her sexual desires? I had never seen something like that before. Her nervousness made me nervous in turn, and so I forced myself to remain aroused. I took a deep breath. "Yes, Ammie. You were willing to trust me, and so too do I trust you. I don't know what you're thinking of, but please. Go ahead."

It would have been worth it just to see the smile on her face. Ammie grinned before flopping on her stomach, wings splayed out, just before me. She gestured for me to lie down, and as I did so, ran her tongue along the shaft of my penis, from the base to the tip.

I gasped. In that moment I understood why she reacted so to my own such ministrations. Her tongue was wet, warm, and soft. Incredible levels of pleasure shot through me. Now it was at last my turn to moan.

I couldn't quite see Ammie's face, but I could almost feel her smile as her tongue circled around the tip of my penis.

I saw her head move down. I felt the entire mass of my penis become engulfed in warmth and wetness at once.

The braggardly thing to do would be to say I held out for a long time. Braggardly and false, though. Ammie had held her mouth around the shaft for only a few seconds - perhaps ten or so - before I came. I felt the muscles of my penis contract, sending several loads of semen into her mouth. In but a few seconds, it was over, and Ammie removed her head from between my legs.

"How was it?" I asked.

"Your cum was kinda bitter. Tasted nice, though." She smiled, then lay on top of me, her head on my shoulder, legs enjoined.

A few minutes passed in silence once more. "Thank you," Ammie whispered after a time. "That was nice."

I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying her warmth. "It was. It was lovely to spend time with you, especially in this way. I've never opened up like this before."

"You should invite Beryl to try this sometime. Just lightly provide the suggestion, let her truly ask for it. She'd love it, I promise. And maybe sometime all three of us, together?"

I nodded. "Maybe one day. Another time. But for now, let's just enjoy the moment."

And so we did.