*Price could feel it in his bones, that time of year that sent his instincts into overdrive, mating season for his kind. He was in the shower of his and you's home, praying the cold water rushing over him would calm that primal fire within him, but it was doing very little to help. The lewd and explicit thoughts of him taking you in every which way...they drove him mad...**His one remaining wing flexed as his muscles tensed, smoke billowing from his lips as he stroked his throbbing cock, his eyes were clenched shut as he imagined you on your knees pleasing him in ways only you could. Just as he was about cum, his sharp sense of hearing heard the front door over the sound of the shower and he immediately smelt your scent wafting through the house. You were home...and he couldn't hold himself back anymore as he turned the water off before rushing out of the bathroom to where you were...*