*Oona's POV*

Andy half-carried me so that I lay back among the piles of pillows and blankets; I tucked my wings high and out of the way. I moved my tail off to the side, but he gently grasped it, feeling along its length and making me shiver. He took his own, new tail in his hands and brought it towards mine. His was black, with sporadic, tiny, gold flecks. He grinned sheepishly. "I can't control it very well. Can you wrap yours around mine?"

I twined our tails together, and it felt wonderful. I had never had much attention paid to my tail, much less touched someone else's with mine. It felt so intimate. As though his soul were touching my essence. Or was it his essence?

Andy bent to kiss my knee, along my thigh to my hip, then across, to just where my legs met. I started to pant and was confused. What was he going to do? This felt like a sexual act, and he had said he didn't want sex. But something about this did feel different.

He gently nudged my legs apart, then kept kissing downwards. I felt him spread my outer lips apart with his fingers just before I felt his magic tongue, and all coherent thought was lost. I gripped any pillows and blankets I could find as my body was teased and tortured with ecstasy. He hummed, changed pressure, sucked, and even bit. I felt his tail squeeze mine gently, and it made my pulse quicken even further. I made meager efforts to control my moans and the bucking of my hips but the sensation was too great. When he entered me with his fingers, I cried out, "Andy!" I noticed dimly that I had filled the air around us with a black rapture so dense it obscured the surroundings.

There was a change in the pattern Andy's fingers were making, an increase in the frenzy of his tongue's sweet dance. I was approaching something unstoppable, inevitable in its magnetic draw. The way Andy made me feel, the way he could make my body react... His tail enfolded mine, gently rubbing and pressing, and I felt a desperate quickening. Andy slipped another finger inside of me, pushing me apart rubbing exactly-

My hips rocked instinctively to bring him deep into my core as I climaxed, groaning his name and rhythmically contracting on his fingers. Andy lapped slowly, gently at my swollen bundle of nerves, watching me. He gently worked at me with his digits as I lay there, quivering, barely conscious, and rode out the sweet remainder of my orgasm.