Things came easily and naturally with Troy. He was easy to get along with, easy to talk to, and even easier to be around. Things with him felt right. While she wasn't sure what this feeling meant just yet, she would enjoy every minute with Troy. He had a way of making her feel young again, even though was old by most standards.

His words about the fairy orgy had her laughing lightly. She rather liked the sound of such a thing. It sounded fun and entertaining. "I can assure you I can last far longer than a night. Have you seen my dungeon?" She offered him a playful wink. She had a special room where there were panels that came down over the windows to block out the sunlight. She had one in her own bedroom so she could enjoy herself all night and all day. But in her dungeon...that's where she really enjoyed playing. Her time in chains had caused her to find a more healthy way to harbor her fears. She unleashed what control she didn't have in the 40s with the control she had in the bedroom. Sometimes her lovers called her kinky â€" but she didn't mind. While she wanted to show Troy that part of her, she didn't want to scare him off.

They moved easily onto the topic of his wings and she listened when he spoke of their special skills. While she had never heard of such a thing, she learned in close to him to whisper in his ear. "Show me..." Her thighs clenched lightly around him to send him a very clear message.

He finished eating and she eased off his shirt, letting her hands massage and touch. She knew she was pressing all the right buttons. She could sense when his blood began to run south. The sound of his blood pulsating through his veins was erotic. Amelia, however, was not interesting in tasting his sweet fairy blood. She had worked very hard to remove that part of herself â€" thinking it barbaric. That said, she could still feel his blood pulsating and it still made her own body hum lightly.

When she told him that he should consider doing something about his stress, she really meant that he should do something on the regular â€" exercise, sex, video games, something. But based on his words, she had a feeling he knew what to do this moment to relieve any stress she might have. Slowly, she eased herself to straddle his waist, her legs wrapping around him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. As she settled herself, she was careful not to hurt what she felt between her thighs. She kissed him softly, slowly deepening the kiss but still in an innocent fashion. Leaning back, she smiled down at him. "I'm far too clothed for what your body has in mind...you cannot keep that a secret from me." She slowly lowered her hand to brush just above the bulge in his jeans. Like him, she could swear her jeans were growing far too wet for her own liking. All this talk was foreplay for Amelia. It was rather amazing how so little could turn her on so much.