[That doesn't seem like a complaint, so Glory repeats the same motion again, a shiver running up her spine and her feathers ruffling. Then she doesn't really stop moving, riding against him, her hands roaming over his skin, playing at the patches of scales and at his nipples. She leans in again to run her mouth up the side of his neck, where she nips sharply at his earlobe before tracing the shell of his ear with her tongue.]