Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170413111444

 Her arm slides off his shoulder, and another blast of pleasure ripples through him, focused in his shoulder and neck. He goes limp, falling through the air.  He struggles to pull out of the stall, and manages to point his body at the ground, flaring his wings and regaining control.  He banks sharply, moving towards the beaches. There are a few smashed or wrecked boat hulls lying in the sand, each about fifty years old.