“Can I keep it?"

Heda stopped sucking on Madison's neck for just a moment.

“I don't think I could pry it away from you if I wanted to. I'm just glad that it's in capable hands." She yipped lightly when Madison pinched her butt.

“Just checking to make sure I'm not dreaming."

“You're supposed to pinch yourself!"

“What fun would that be?"

Heda grinned, sliding her hand between their bodies and fondling Madison's nipples through the cotton shirt. She would have given her wing feathers to get her hands on the actual breasts, but she would not make Madison break her promises. This was kind of fun anyway.

"You teased me about my breasts last time," she whispered huskily, "but I seem to recall that yours are pretty spectacular.”

Madison ground her body against Heda, strongly resisting the urge to thrust her hands under those tight shorts. Heda just had a body that begged to be touched. The “clothes stay on" rule was going to drive her nuts. She needed to discuss this with her father. Later. Right now, she wanted some nookie, or as close as she could get.

Since Heda had caused some separation, Madison used it to place her hand over the damp sample of cloth covering her girlfriend's sex, then began rubbing small, rapid circles around her swollen mound.

"You should have left your swimsuit on," Madison breathed, “because I really want to get you wet."

Heda bit her bottom lip and pushed her crotch against Madison's hand.

A few months ago, she doubted Madison could even have imagined talking like this, but now each little innuendo rolled off of that silver tongue like nobody's business. Another good thing about that tongue was how if fit in Heda's mouth, amongst other places. But right now, kissing was the only thing on the menu, so she sampled the local flavor.

Heda pushed up with her arms and began moving her hips as if she were fucking Madison, locking her eyes on those of her lover. She fucked Madison's hand until she just couldn't take it anymore. She leaned over and locked mouths with Madison, moaning into her mouth as she came.

Madison cold feel the pulses of sweet wetness dripping onto her hand, and she instinctively brought her fingers to her mouth for a taste.

“Do you have any idea how much I missed you?" Heda said.

Madison held up her fingers.

"This much?"

“That's a start." Heda crawled down and placed her face between Madison's eager thighs, pushing them apart until her underwear came into view. She grinned when she saw a glimpse of the "Hello Kitty” underwear. Apparently Sasha had bought them for her on a lark.

Madison could not see the designs of course, but claimed they were very comfortable. Heda rubbed her nose over where she knew a sensitive little nub was anxious for some attention.

Madison grabbed one of her pillows and bit down hard on it as Heda began an above-the-covers lick-and-nuzzle fest that was making her want to scream like a banshee. She gripped Heda's head with her spare hand, feet planted on the comforter and back gently arched.

Heda was in no hurry whatsoever, feeling all of Madison's sensual bits through the teasing garments that protected them. She ran her fingers up and down the bat-shifter's legs as she pushed her tongue into her girlfriend's panties, causing gentle shudders and adorable growling noises.

One of the best things about being with Madison, in Heda's ever so humble opinion, was seeing and hearing these reactions. She adored the way those long legs seemed desperate to find solid footing, or the way her flat tummy bounced when she gasped. And the growling, moaning, and occasional squeak were a symphony of delightful sounds, almost as enticing in their own right as the sexy voice that Heda had fallen for.

"When you come back to college," Heda whispered, blowing hot breath across the slight section of belly skin that had become exposed during Madison's gyrations, "I think I'll just lock you in my room with me and not let you wear clothes for days.”