>you try to imagine your nice life back home
>an okay job
>a warm house
>chill friends
>not having to live in a fucking cave
>but you need to focus on fixing things now
>like the ceiling leaking again
>the fact you can't fix it until it tops raining
>the stove that is much cleaner but still needs to be replaced
>the dinged metal plates that should have been thrown out years ago
>and most pressing
>180 lbs of feathers and sharp edges that is currently purring with you clenched firmly in her strong forepaws and almost smothering you in her soft plumage
>you sneak as quietly as possible from her grasp
>the dishes need to be done, the fire needs more wood-
>'Hey, what are you doing up?'
>her husky voice is made even deeper from sleep (it seems she gets 14 hours a day)
>you freeze
>'Uh, nothing, Gilda. just some chores, go back to bed.'
>'Don't tell me what to do, dweeb.'
>she stretches, her rippling muscles flexing under her soft feathers
>wings expanding and her talons extending with a crack
>she glides to you, kicking up dust and throwing the sheets on the ground
'You know, you could have just walked over.'
>she sidles up close to you
>pulling you in with her wing
>you try to maintain your irritation
>you fail and nuzzle closer to her
>like always
>she breathes into your ear
>'I need you in bed, dork. Now.'
>the first part is so soft it could be mistaken for a request
>but the last word is a firm order
>she follows up with a quick bite to your ear
>it hurts but it also sends a shock of pleasure down your spine
>you tell yourself that it is the potential for more pain that makes you walk over to the still warm bed
>you hesitate before the bed
>'Why don't we just go to the store or something and get som-
>she responds by throwing you on it
>pomf
>'Nope, Clothes. Off. Now.'
>you comply
>soon your lying in the bed naked and shivering
>you tell yourself it from the cold
>Gilda straddles your crotch
>she grinds against your already erect cock
>you try to hold back a shudder of pleasure
>you can't and even let out a small moan
>her own, much larger, penis is starting to rouse
>'See? You wanted this more than I did.'
>her long tongue licks your ear eliciting another, much stronger, shudder
>you manage to get your hands to your mouth before another moan gets out
>she roughly pins your hands against the bed
>'It's no fun if I can't hear you squirm.'
>her full foot and a half is now raging erect
>the veins are rubbing against your own
>both of your precum is giving plenty of lube for her increased tempo
>you instinctively raise your hips in rhythm to her
>you pant and whimper, all thought besides her dick against yours long forgotton
>she suddenly stops
>you let out a small whine despite yourself
'>' You know I'm not in the mood anymore.'
'W-what?'
>you can clearly see her throbbing member leaking precum
>you twitch as drops land on your sensitive penis