The feathers ran deep perhaps half a foot or more deep as they were now all dried and fully out of those little sheaths. Her coloring grew more brilliant each passing second as if the colors shifted and changed and likely they did but he split her hips apart as she stared up at him. "And be careful with the claws. I'm rubbish at healing spells." She gaped, and made another coo. Which went quiet as he thrust into her, what changed of her anatomy down there proved to be little. She felt exactly like she had been and she arched into his thrust. He continued, feeling her chest and covered breasts. Which had vanished as veela were not exactly mammals. 