Your mouth

His outstretched hand moves to your side and follows you curves up. You watch him curiously. You don't really have any reservations an innocent priest would likely cross, so for now, you're content to learn his preferences for later. He drifts over your breast and cups it, tenderly lifting the handful of flesh while his thumb pets your nipple. You feel your chest grow warm as your bud shoots a tingling feeling to your core. Your shallow breathing rhythmically presses your boob into his clutch.

He doesn't stay there; his hand traces further up, along your shoulder and neck. His hand rests on your cheek; the tips of his fingers curl around your jaw. You look into each other's eyes for a moment. You can see uncertainty and hunger play across his face, and you briefly wonder what he sees in yours. He seems to like it well enough as he draws closer and gently touches his lips to yours.

You admit he's smart for his choice, as a singer, you pride yourself on your oral skills, but he doesn't advance. Like with your breast, he keeps his actions chaste and tender. Maybe he's too young to know how to really kiss, you think as you snake your tongue past both lips.
In surprise, Tom tries to pull back, but by then you've coiled your tongue around his, keeping him engaged. After his moment of hesitation, he gives in. Try as he might, he can't keep up with your movements. Your tongue dances through his mouth while his can only lap at yours when grind against it.

You're a bit disappointed at how this is playing out. You had planned to let Tom take the lead so he'd have full responsibility for the coupling, but you're not going to sit here and let him tease you to no end.

No matter, he wanted your mouth, so that's what he'll get. Standing on one foot, you reach up to undo his pants since it's easier with your talons than with your wings. It isn't easy with your bodies so close, and your actions are far from subtle. You pull back and look into his panting face. You try to look sultry, but you can't help a giggle at the sight of him. You admit, your kiss is better than most humans could do, but your little priest can barely stand! You really don't want to be mean about it, but the boy is so adorably weak.

You tousle his hair and sink to your knees. His head follows you down before jolting back. You feel the shiver run down his body as if shakes through his penis.

He whinges, "So good."

"Thankyou!" You chirp, your voice massaging his shaft.

"How?" His hand rests on your head, ruffling your plumage.

"How?" You can't really tell what he's asking just from that.

"do you?"

Okay time to start guessing, "Be this cute, this good, like your ... big dick." no reason to shame him.

"Speak?"

oh, "What, around your cock? Do you have any idea how high my charisma is? I could sing Tomwell the Brave while ****." Not a bad idea, that.

"Please don't sing thaaaahggggnnh!"

"Stop talking; you'll bite your tongue." Seriously, what part of high charisma didn't he understand? You can sing with your vocal chords, ventricular chords or tongue depending on your mood. If need be, you could do all three at the same time, independently. It should teach him to appreciate your singing.

You don't even have to move your head; the various vibrations collide on his dick and set his body squirming. You could've brought him all the way like that if it wasn't for the precum filling your mouth. True to your boast, you continue singing even while swallowing. The slight change in taste is your only indication the boy came.

You don't notice at first, and since Tom's penis doesn't seem to wane, you just keep going. Eventually, Tom whips out of your mouth as he collapses to the stone floor.

You're surprised at first, but quickly grow concerned, "Um, Tom? Are you okay?"

The boy weakly breathes; it's a wonder he's still conscious. His face is splattered with drool and tears. several muscles sit oddly under his skin, likely pulled in his contortions. Worst is probably his cock, now red from ****. You assume he can't talk right now since he only glares at you through half-lidded eyes. You can't help but fidget under his gaze.

"Oops?" you smile with a shrug, unsure what else to do.