Golden Glade Angel [m]

Aspen gave in, much to his relief, and Alder could see the passion in her eyes that she held for him. His needs were reflected from her, and as she turned away from him with a swish of her feathery tail-driving him crazy even more with the scent of her whipped into his face- the King wasted no time. 
She turned to look at him, and he reached out to rub his cheek against hers before wrapping his forelegs around her waist. The brute was gentle with her, careful as he placed himself above her-trembling with the effort of holding his own weight on hind legs- and thrust until he met his mark.
                "Ill show you no fun."
Voice husky with need and restraint, Alder grinned.