Burning Finger (forever unfinished Anon x Philomena clop)

>It's the dead of night. You sneak into Celestia's Royal Aviary, your heart racing in anticipation of what you're about to do. The affair had been going on for months now, in secret. The two of you would meet in The Aviary as much as you could between your busy schedules. After making sure nop0ny is around you whisper into the dark “Philomena”

>The phoenix coos and flies over to you, landing daintily on your arm. She looks deep into your eyes and cocks her head to the side. Her thoughts flit to her mistress, Celestia. She would never approve of this and the wrongness made her involvement with you even more intoxicating.

>Philomena lets out a cry as you take her wing in your hand and gently caress it. She cranes her neck, savoring the delightful chills that dance down her spine as your fingers trail closer and closer to the sensitive joints. She's longed for this sensation ever since your last meeting. She lets out a stifled cry when you lay a kiss on the downy underside of her shoulder. It radiates heat and a faint glow which intensifies as her passion rises.

>She shudders as your fingers brush along her chest. She knows what's coming. You feel the heat coming off her getting more and more intense. Your lips curl into a smile. She gasps in frustration when your fingers suddenly change their direction and head to her legs. Why can't you give her what she wants? She tries to shift her position to force your fingers where she wants them to go, but you move away.

>The heat in her belly becomes sweltering. She can hardly stand being teased so much, but a part of her relishes in it; in being denied what she wants so badly... The other phoenixes couldn't do this for her. You're the only one who can satisfy her anymore and right now she is aching to be satisfied. A rough coo of frustrated pleasure escapes her beak and you decide you've teased her enough

>Lightly, methodically, agonizingly slowly, you trace your finger towards her cloaca. Her body lights up as you get closer and closer until you finally reach her entrance. She gasps and arches her back, her wings shivering violently as you relieve her of the desire which has welled-up like a wave inside her. “Yes, right there! Don't you dare stop!” she thinks, making her feelings known through a loud, heady cry.

>She wants it deeper. She wants to feel it all inside. Philomena thrusts herself down onto your finger and squawks in ecstasy as you penetrate her deepest parts, trying to silence herself for fear that her mistress will hear while a part of her secretly WANTS her to hear; to know how good it feels.

>You start curling your finger and she shakes heavily, panting from the stimulation. She's close; so Celestia-damned close... You stop suddenly and she whips her head around with a look of furious lust. “Don't. You. Dare.” her eyes say, and you oblige happily, nibbling on her wing as you resume moving your finger, savoring the cries and chirps coming from the phoenix.

>Her feathers are like fire now; the heat of her passion building with every little motion. You love seeing her like this. She's completely at your mercy now; you could stop now and she would be so deliciously unfulfilled...but you won't. You want to see her through to the end. She squirms and shivers and gasps as you twist and curl and thrust your finger inside her. The heat and light build and build and build, until the light is almost blinding and the heat feels like it's going to burn your skin and then in a brilliant flash of flame and a long, wonderfully satisfied cry she reaches her peak


>Philomena slumps forward, panting heavily, glowing like an ember in a fireplace as she does. She looks up at you while she recovers her strength, the glint in her eyes not losing its determined passion. Her wings flare out and then come together as she motions for you to lie down. You gave her what she wanted, now it's time for her to return the favor...