We were just hanging out in his bedroom, more or less just making out. This time he appeared a bit closer to how I usually see him. Long black hair, blue eyes. He also had wings this time, massive black, iridescent, raven like wings, I believe four or six in total. And they were sort of cocooning around us. I told him they were very pretty.

After a while I asked him, “entirely hypothetically, in some fantasy situation , if I ever decided to leave you, would you try to win me back or let me go?”

And he sort of furrowed his brow at that question. “Hypothetically.” I repeated.

“I suppose it would depend on the reason and how strong your convictions were.” He answered kind of flatly.

“What if it was something like paranoia?”

“I would try to help you but I could not force you to be near me.”

“What if I genuinely was just over you?”

And now he sort of glares, “I might be tempted to try, but in all honesty I’d probably be too heart broken and stubborn to try and reconvince you to be with me. So I would probably let you go.”

“What if I returned, would you accept me?” I asked.

“Again, it depends. But probably, if you truly wanted me back. I think I’d have a hard time refusing.”

I nodded. Makes sense.

“And what about you? What if one day I told you we’ve met the end of the line? What would you do?” He then asked me.

“I too would be heart broken. But I would probably continue to worship and honour you, more so just as a fan and not as your lover. I’d be hurt but I don’t think it would make me stop going down this path unless you really hurt me intentionally.”

“Even if I wasn’t responding, you would still keep my altar?”

“Probably. Your altar is really pretty and I enjoy having it. All the things you make me do are things I enjoy, so I wouldn’t want to stop even if you weren’t participating anymore.”

He smiled and hummed, liked that answer. I sort of started stroking his wings in response, and he let out another hum, more like a moan this time, and I was startled.

“Oh that’s real nice,” he said. And I was like ?

“Do you like it when I touch your wings?”

And he smiled wider, gave me an almost drunken look.

“Oh I like it quite a lot, baby.”

I started doing it more. Like this? And he shuttered like a tickle went up his back. He almost seemed to like it more than me touching his body. Moved my hand to the underside of his wing, rolled his eyes back like he was getting off. Oh. This is something.

“What does it feel like?” I asked. And he chuckled.

“You should look up a fun fact about birds,” he replied, and at the time I was sort of confused. He stretched out his wings in a way, they twitched when I touched them, like they were sensitive.

I don’t know why I didn’t clock it then because I know this. Pretty sure some birds will get sexually stimulated if you touch their underside of their wings too much. I did not think such a thing would apply to him. But he obviously really really liked that.

as an example, im using my own continuity mumbo jumbo for this, Elita-1 and Windblade. these gals, if they see so fit to try and establish one (just for the flightframe heirearchy) would engage until one calls uncle or passes out all glitched and blissed.

its like endurance, precision, focus, and skill all in one battle that doesnt involve tearing the other apart like starscream and megatrons whole thing in most Cont.s, and the winner mearly has a seat above the other in the social heirearchy (how the fuck do you spell heireaechy) and its either a long or short battle, since you can use whatever tactic you so choose so long as by the end it was a fair fight and the other party isnt dead.

now to the real reason, my personal OC for this contunuity, gets turned into a triple changer with a flight alt-mode, and in turn, unknowingly gets checked out as another seeker/arialbot, and seen as one meaning she will be put to the test for her place in the heirearchy.

tldr: she doesnt know anything thats happening or why all of a sudden her new and sensitive wings are being touched in certain ways that has them on their knees.

Elita puts her to the test first, but her stamina has infact crossed into her new frame so its hours before she blisses out, and Elita comes out ontop again.

just orgasmic and pleasurable torture while Behemoth is pinned with little to no force besides claws digging into seams she didnt even know she had, pricking and scraling sensitive wires over and over as she tries to ask Elita to stop but she still says its just "preening" and (lyingly) complains how dirty Behemoth is.