Author's Note

Hey, folks. As part of the story being boosted to M-rated, welcome to the new M-rated chapter 14—the long-awaited true first time between Gilda and Marco! If you prefer the original T-rated version, go here:

14: Feathered Heart (T-rated version)

Chapter Contains: Gilda x Marco, including everything from wing and teat play to oral, anal, and trading dominant positions; hints of belly breast growth on Gilda. Bonus scene of Gilda mercilessly teasing Reyes to the point of pulling out his cock and stroking it, doing so to reward him while using her actions as an enticement to get him to be with his own eagless.

Note that the trailing section of the original T-rated chapter has been moved to the start of chapter 15, since it would be completely anticlimatic to keep it here.

Original Author’s Note follows:

And here you go, folks. I named this chapter after the original story because, well, this was the scene the story never got to and we never got to see—Gilda and Marco finally consummating their feelings for each other. I don’t know when DEL was planning for it to happen, and I can’t even say I was planning to have it happen this soon myself. But as so often occurs in my writing, the story itself decided it wanted to go in this direction and dragged me along for the ride.

Can’t say I mind! It’ll make things more interesting going forward, needless to say. And it will not be without difficulty or consequences, both anticipated and unexpected. You’ll start seeing some of the former next chapter as the coming of the Cloven is now fast approaching. And when that happens? Suddenly all this petty stuff they’re worried about won’t mean shit when you’re fighting for the survival of yourself, your friends, and your nation.

Thanks very much to AJ_Aficionado and Silverblade5 for prereads, and I’d like to welcome aboard commenter ASF to my prereading team. The more the merrier, and I appreciate you all taking time out of your day to read over my chapter drafts.

And of course, the standard boilerplate: This chapter is a heavily edited, expanded and updated version of the second half of Feathered Heart: Chapter 4, borrowing in particular a lot of dialog from it. As always, you are not only invited but strongly encouraged to check out the original.

14: Feathered Heart (M-rated)

Gilda barely remembered the walk down the hall to her suite that followed.

In fact, she was barely aware of anything other than her still-surging desires, only dimly noting that there were no Marine Sentries in the hall ahead of her and Marco. They even reached the door of her suite almost without incident, given her flared wing had accidentally scraped a picture right off the wall, sending it plummeting.

Despite his own distraction, Marco had caught it before the glass covering could shatter against the stone floor. It earned a laugh from both as he carefully reset it on the wall, giving her a spectacular side view of his human phallus as it extended well outward through the opening of his pants.

It was as she at least distantly remembered it—a surprisingly smooth shaft with good balance between length and girth with only a minimal taper towards its moderately flared head; it even had a slight upward curve that she supposed more closely conformed to the internal nests of human females. Unlike a griffon spear, it didn’t have the bulbed structure in the base nor a noticeable sheath it deployed from, instead simply dangling off him directly from where it hung over an impressive set of human apples.

She supposed those had been also enhanced by the cider, and the first thing she did after she finally got the door to her suite unlocked and opened to admit him was to rear up and shove him against a wall again, licking his face while she grasped the top of his ‘jeans’ and yanked two sides of his ‘fly’ hard apart.

Something audibly broke as the lapel-like halves around his open seam spilled open, allowing her to shove the garment down to his knees before shifting her talons around to his rear. She squeezed his fleshy and slowly firming flanks just as hard as he was groping her flight muscles, his efforts making her trill and her muscles quiver.

He didn’t linger on them long, however. He returned the favor of undressing him by yanking hard at the various knots and straps of her armor, tugging at them repeatedly in his haste to get the protective pieces off her. But to his credit, he slowly succeeded in baring her—she was sure he didn’t know that removing a griffon’s armor was tantamount to inviting mating, but certainly didn’t mind! —as Gilda pushed his pants all the way down to the floor with her foreleg, not caring in the least that her splayed claws were punching holes in the thin fabric.

She got his shirt pushed up to his chest just as her pauldrons were tossed aside and her vambraces followed swiftly; he then made a motion not unlike the one Tara did to remove his shirt to reveal his more chiseled male human chest. It was all she could do to hold still and not help him as he then fumbled with the fasteners of her leather cuirass at the sides of her torso, but with some increasingly frantic efforts, he succeeded in removing that as well, leaving her as completely naked as he was.

Through it all, his dangling spear bumped her in the head repeatedly as he leaned over her, which she was sure was deliberate. So she turned the tables on him by opening her beak to take its entire length within her maw, downing it as easily as she would a whole fish. He gave a squawk-like sound as he all but fell into her to feel the softer interior folds of her mouth and tongue envelop his erotic organ. But she supported his weight with ease while keeping the sharper edges of her beak safely away from his sensitive flesh, only allowing the very tips of both her upper and lower mandibles to lightly contact him.

He began to recite a mingled string of human curses and invocations to deities as her mouth milked him—or at least the parts of it she could understand given he lapsed into his native tongue at least twice—suckling it not unlike a teat and even occasionally tilting her head up enough to rub the prominent head of his phallus against the smooth inner surface of her beak. It was an act of oral pleasure that she’d never performed before—or even thought of performing before! —but given how easily it came to her, she suddenly wondered if she in fact had done it during the night of the cider.

But whatever the answer, she reveled in the feeling of his spear inside her and his own desperate cries of pleasure as he couldn’t help but give shallow thrusts into her, bent over enough that his head was lying on her middle back.

As the flow of clear fluid from his engorged and fully engulfed organ began to grow stronger to the point that she could both taste it and feel it running down her throat, she realized from his shaking and groaning that he was close to climax, which was quickly confirmed by Marco himself as he half-tried to pull out of her, saying in very strained tones that even for as good as it felt, he didn’t want to waste himself on her beak.

But she didn’t relent her efforts, deciding this was a perfect chance to show a little dominance and tease him further. “If you want to save yourself for other parts of my anatomy, then be a good griffon and show you have discipline, Marco Lakan…” she said around her mouthful of human meat.

“Fuuuck….” But unable to pull out, he simply retaliated by reaching beneath her belly to find and fondle her teats. His efforts elicited a startled squawk of his own as Gilda’s beak fell open further, her tongue relaxing at the unexpected stimulation of the sensitive nubs. Finally recovering some of his focus, it was suddenly all she could do to stay standing as he expertly worked them, finding the edges of their strangely prominent mounds to squeeze and stroke them before working her teats directly between two soft digits, just as Tara had taught her to do.

She did say it felt even better to have them touched by others! Gilda ruefully realized as she swore her mammaries were swelling in his cupped talons, causing her to be in danger of collapsing to the ground to feel his soft and fleshy fingers on them. “Crows take it…” she suddenly couldn’t stop him as his shaft slipped from her beak with a string of mingled seed and saliva still connecting it to her tongue, all her attention suddenly fixed on parts of her anatomy she’d never once thought as sexual.

At least, not before Tara had taught her differently.

“Gotcha…” he said in satisfaction as he knelt before her and began massaging her flight muscles instead, leaving her barely able to stand as he attacked them mercilessly. Within seconds, his strangely practiced touch left her leaning on him heavily as she realized she was now on the verge of her own orgasm—from teat stimulation and wingplay alone!

“So, what was that you were saying about discipline, Decurion…?” he teased her further as he began to gently push her onto her back and she couldn’t stop him, realizing that once she was laid down with her wings erect, it became very difficult to get out of it, and worse, her plans to dominate him were about to go out the skylight.

The Skylight! Her eyes went wide when she glanced up to realize that they’d never hit the opacity control, meaning anyone could see in—though given they weren’t directly under it, a griffon would have to be perched right beside it on the opposite side to see them.

“M-Marco…” She pointed with a shaking talon at the ceiling, but he didn’t see the gesture, too intent on gently laying her down on the plush rug of her floor. “W-wait…” she tried again only to be silenced as his hands passed through her wingfeathers next, making her trill anew.

“Wow… even the barbs of your feathers are stiff!” he noted in amazement as he tweaked each of her pinions with a single digit in turn, sending fresh waves of rapture through her and squawks she was unable to bite off. “Your wings really are like tits! Not that I’d neglect your real ones…” he added as he set her down gently on the floor and sat back up, staring down at her excited eagless body in wide-eyed amazement. She opened her beak to speak but couldn’t as she saw his hungry gaze all but devouring her female griffon form, her eyes flitting up to the ceiling and back.

He first set his sights on her leonine hindquarters, grasping her legs and spreading them wide to get a close look at her swollen and glistening nest. “Maganda ang… you’re a gorgeous griffon, Gilda…” he then said in awestruck voice, causing her cheeks to flush further even as her eyes kept darting upwards to the ceiling. “So beautiful… so strong and sensual… you’re every eagless fantasy I’ve had since coming here made real!”

She trilled again at the flattery, which she would have previously thought was unbelievably corny and dweeby if she’d heard it said by a stallion to a mare in a pony romance movie. Her eyes closed in pleasure only to snap open again at renewed worry at the open skylight, scanning the ceiling window anxiously. But she couldn’t see if anycreature was outside given it was lighter inside than out, and by rights, nocreature should have been there given the prohibition on flying nearby or landing on the roof Moran had ordered enacted after the Ibexian incursion.

But somehow, even the idea of being witnessed only added to her excitement, and then as she watched, he moved his gaze further up her belly at her four erect teats, each capping a shallow mound the size of nearly half the orange melons—cantaloupes, they were called? —she occasionally enjoyed eating for breakfast.

“Grabe! You’ve not only got tits, but actual boobs now, Gilda! And they feel exactly like Tara’s!” he marveled as he began to feel them up again. He gave each of her two sets attention in turn, caressing the outside of them while rubbing his thumb talons against the prominent nubs that capped them.

“Tara…” For a moment, her eyes glazed as her focus shifted to the human woman, recalling getting to see her massive mammaries, which still dwarfed Gilda’s. Thank the Ancestors we pulled back in time, because then I might not have been able to be with Marco! Please don’t be mad, Tara… she mentally called out, hoping she’d be okay with what was happening now.

For a moment, her racing heart skipped a beat when she thought she saw a weak shadow pass the skylight but also didn’t know if it was just a trick of the light, given she couldn’t really see out of it past the inside glare. And then she couldn’t give it any more mind as he positioned himself to enter her nest, making her entire body tense in anticipation.

Unable to push away given her stiff wings were so rigid they left her pinned on her back, her beak dry and agape as she saw him poised to take her helpless form, she found she couldn’t quite tell him to stop. But wanting to preserve at least one point of dominance and griffon tradition, she held up both sets of her talons in a halting gesture she’d seen humans use. “No! Wait!” Gilda finally found her voice. “Marco, wait! Not there! Not yet…”

For a moment, she didn’t think he’d heard her, and she also knew that in the state she was in, she wouldn’t stop him if he did it anyway. But to his credit, he halted with his tip poised before her. “Huh? Why not?” he asked huskily, her head raised just enough thanks to her arched wings that she could just see his phallus throbbing hard before her open slit.

It took a moment before Gilda could speak, and another moment more before she could muster enough will to get out the words. “Because… I want to save that for later, when you can fight a proper round,” she finally managed, finding she had to force out the words. “I want you to have something to work for. A reason to train!”

He stared at her in disbelief. “I don’t need a reason except that I want to be in better shape for you! That I want to be at my best for you!”

She gave another trill and sensuous squirm at the reminder that he was trying to be worthy of her as a griffon would; The simple honor of his fervently delivered words causing the muscles of her nest to contract, sending a small spurt of nectar leaving her slit and onto his waiting organ. More of it was squeezed out to ooze down her anatomy towards her other opening, which puckered hard when the thick liquid reached it.

“And that’s exactly what you’ll be doing,” she told him, unable to quite keep her nest from winking at him as a pony’s would. The sight caused his hips to give an involuntary buck and his spear to briefly brush the lips of her opening, giving a flick to her clit.

She swallowed another squawk as she nearly climaxed on the spot. “You said you’d do this on my terms, right? That’s one of them. My nest is off-limits to your spear until you can beat me in a mating round. But you can use my beak or otherwise touch me to your heart’s content. You’ve more than earned the rest of me.” She licked her beak again in anticipation of him finally finishing in her mouth, wanting his seed in her somewhere!

Marco looked crestfallen for a moment, still holding his erection almost forlornly before her open entrance. “But—” he looked longingly at her sensuous slit for a moment, which he saw all but grasping for his shaft despite her best efforts to restrain it. But to his credit, he nodded and pulled back. “You’re right. I promised we’d do this your way. I can’t put my ‘spear’ in your ‘nest’, then. But you know, you didn’t say I couldn’t…”

His words trailed off as he reached down to spread her lips with his fingers, inserting one and then two digits inside her. And this time, she couldn’t keep herself from climaxing hard at the surprise intrusion, releasing a teenage-sounding trill of pleasure she knew Fortrakt would endlessly tease her for if he heard it. But she couldn’t help it as her entire spine arched and her body went rigid, coating his fingers with her fluid.

Her body wracked by at least a dozen waves of rapture as he again exclaimed something she couldn’t make out through the sound and sensation of rushing blood; she rode his fingers until the orgasmic spasms finally subsided. “Holy shit, girlfriend…” she was finally able to make out as she fell back to the floor panting out her open beak, finally opening her eyes to see that Marco was licking her juices off his fingers, marveling at both the amount and the taste. “You wanted this bad!”

“You have no idea…” she told him, her blush deepening as her breathing was still coming quick. “I’ve been fantasizing about you for days, Marco Lakan.”

“You have?” He looked shocked as his phallus twitched hard in his lap. “You’re right; I had no idea…”

“I was hiding it well. But I couldn’t help it. Every time I thought about us being together the night of the cider, I…” she felt her nest start to engorge further. She emphasized her words by reaching down to rub one of her own teats before him with one set of talons while the other caressed the greater mass of its mammary. She was gratified to see that he watched her pleasure herself raptly. “And you can thank Tara for teaching me this, by the way.”

“Tara…?” he said dumbly as she hefted the mass of her newly mounded mammaries, suddenly guessing that the enhancement effects of the fertility potion affected eagless teats as much as male spears. She watched in some fascination as they wobbled happily on her belly, wondering if they would subside again afterwards and half-hoping they wouldn’t if they would always feel this good.

“Tara. After I found out I was with her, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, either. In fact, we nearly rutted again earlier today, while you were in the pantry with Fortrakt. We started talking about sex, then she took off her shirt so I could see her ‘boobs’, and we both got turned on. Please don’t be mad.” She decided that if they were going to be mates, she had to be honest about her other interests.

But far from being upset, he gave another muffled phrase in his native tongue as his spear seemed to swell further. “Not at all…” he quickly assured her, joining her efforts by working her bottom pair with his hands, leaving her closing her eyes in pleasure to feel all four of her teats stimulated at once. “Because imagining the two of you together has been one of my favorite fantasies! You two are so much alike it’s scary…”

Her eyes went wide at the declaration and she was struck speechless for a moment, excited at the idea that maybe if Marco was willing, she could be with Tara, too! But she didn’t have much chance to relish the thought before her new human lover cupped her two lowest mammaries in his hands and seemed to be seeing how far he could squeeze them up, causing her to shiver at the stretching of the surprisingly sensitive flesh. “Nearly a handful now. They feel really good, but not quite big enough for a proper tit job…” He seemed disappointed for a moment, leaving Gilda no idea what he meant or what he found at all inadequate about her.

But then his expression brightened again and the gleam in his eye turned excited and even something close to evil. “Pity. But that’s okay. Because there’s plenty more of you to play with…” he said with an almost malicious glee as he reached down to insert two fingers into her slit again, moving them around within her. She stiffened and squawked again at the fulfillment of her earlier fantasy that he probed her with his fingers. But the motion he used was different this time, moving his digits in circles within her as he seemed to gather up a large gob of her own eagless nectar from her nest.

He then removed them, letting her see how turned on she was by how coated they were, and then lowered them to her again, brushing his fingertips over her entrance. “So I can’t use your nest? That’s fine by me. Because you said I could use the rest of you…” He hesitated before her, enough so that she almost thought he was scared of whatever he was planning to do for a moment.

But he took a deep breath to steel himself and then lowered his fingers to press them directly against her anal orifice, where he began to rub the entrance of it, eliciting a surprised squawk.

Gilda felt a strong and very erotic electric shock go through her at the unexpected contact, sending a ripple of rapture up her spine that caused her tail to automatically flick itself aside further, giving him more access to her body. “H-hey!” she tried to protest but felt frozen in place as he continued to slowly insert a single slickened finger and wriggle it within her, stretching the surprisingly sensitive flesh to slowly loosen it.

“What’s wrong, Gilda? You didn’t say I couldn’t take this…” Marco pointed out in a slightly shaky and supremely excited voice as his soft talons continued to probe and pleasure her alimentary tract, which just like her teats she had never known could be so sensually sensitive, leaving her beak agape and tail twitching.

Her body belying the denial she was trying to voice when her nest winked hard and her wings stiffened further, she found herself writhing at the irresistibly illicit pleasure of it, trying desperately to bite off a fresh trill. At least unlike with her teats, she knew that some griffons did enjoy this kind of stimulation, but they were said to almost always be tiercel-tucking males, not eaglesses like her!

“Oh, so you do like this?” Marco realized in relief and heady excitement. “You know, I don’t remember much about that night, but I do know I did this to you before. And that you loved it!” he declared as once she had been loosened enough, he inserted a second finger, causing her eyes to bulge further and her spine to arch harder, leaving her only able to paw weakly at her lower belly, trying but failing to reach low enough to pleasure her own slit.

Despite her own undeniable pleasure, she managed at least a weak ruffle of her feathers and warning trill. “By all my Ancestors, if you get me off like this, then I swear to the crows that I’ll order Giraldi to take your tail in retaliation!” she threatened, not certain how she knew he’d do it quite gladly.

To which Marco took a shuddering breath. “Is that a promise…?” he answered weakly, his cock spurting slightly onto her slit and clit, which he rubbed with his left thumb while leaving the talons of his right human hand to continue to spread her sphincter muscle further. “Because I remember a little of that, too!”

He emphasized his words and acceptance of her threat by inserting a third soft digit into her. The intensified intrusion and the redoubled pleasure of it caused her to climax again, singing her enjoyment even louder than before while suddenly wishing that there was an audience at the skylight to watch them.

He kept his fingers as deep inside her as he could while she experienced her second crashing wave of rapture, even more powerful than the first. And this time, it came at the expert talk and touch of the human tiercel who had so thoroughly claimed and dominated her, turning the table on her when she’d initially thought to dominate him!

And it wasn’t over yet, she realized, as she came to her senses for a second time to find him positioning his impressive spear before her body once more. But this time, it was pressed squarely into her fully lubed and loosened sphincter. She barely had time to register its presence before he parted the loosened opening with surprising ease, her body yielding to him so readily it made her think they’d done this before.

And maybe we HAVE! She gaped again, helplessly pawing at the air as she suddenly felt for a moment that the very breath had been stolen from her lungs as his spear slowly slipped deeper into her depths, eliciting a ragged breath from Marco himself as he worked his organ halfway into her, holding her legs up as he leaned over to get a better angle against her. When he found it, he began to thrust slowly, driving his shaft deeper an uncia at a time.

“Ancestors above…” was all a beak-clenched Gilda could say she felt herself being filled with his phallic flesh, which was wider at its base than all three of his fingers and easily more than twice as long given his cider-enhanced stature. And yet, she took it all, feeling not just its heat and hardness but even the throb of his pulse within it against her inner walls; her body clamping down on it to squeeze and milk it.

“Hesusmaryosep!” Marco rejoined in another phrase from his native language. “You’re so hot and tight… feels so good…” he said as he began to roll his hips forward more quickly to claim her tail properly, hilting his entire length within her with just a few more increasingly powerful thrusts. “Not gonna last long, girlfriend…” She could hear the growing tension in his voice, feel his arms slip beneath her to massage her slightly elevated wingbase, propped up from the floor by the sheer rigidity of her wings.

“Don’t hold back! Give it all to me!” Gilda commanded him as her talons flexed at the air and even her hind claws splayed in his grasp, resisting the urge to grab at his back for fear of hurting him like she had Tara. So she dug them into the rug beneath her instead, deliberately snagging them to make sure she wouldn’t wound him in her passion. “Take my tail, Marco Lakan! Claim me! Make me your eagless now!” she all but ordered him as he obeyed with a series of heavy grunts and increasingly powerful thrusts that rocked her body repeatedly, the enormous ecstasy the act brought driving her quickly towards climax again.

As she reached it, she thought she saw pink and tasted cider on her tongue for just a moment, but it was quickly forgotten as she came for a third time with a powerful trill to feel his orgasm erupt within her. She could keenly feel his spear spurting against her inner walls, flooding her insides with hot and sticky human seed. The sensation left her crying out in passion and he called to an unknown deity again, arching his spine inward to deliver his essence as deep within her as his impressive endowment would allow, leaving her both amazed and delighted that she was somehow able to take it all without discomfort.

Gilda clamped down on his spear hard during the entire process, trying to squeeze every last drop of fluid from its length as his frantic thrusts finally started to slow. She found her own pulses of pleasure beginning to wane as well, sensing her spine starting to slacken. She might have passed out for a moment, she wasn’t sure, but she finally opened her eyes again to find them staring up towards the skylight, deciding that if anycreature had been there, she wouldn’t begrudge them the show, staring down in wonder at the human male she held in her arms.

Marco’s breathing was only starting to slow, and his organ remained rigid within her as he recovered his senses, looking up at her and managing a smile. “So? Did I do good, girlfriend?” he repeated the words he’d initially said to her on waking up in the infirmary, to which she could only stretch down to lick his slightly sweaty head, finding its salty taste as pleasing as his wonderfully earthy and spicy scent.

“You did. But…” Grinning evilly herself for a moment as she realized her wings had slackened enough to allow for movement again, she wrapped both her forelegs and hindquarters around his form and rolled backwards still holding him, not stopping until she had reversed their positions with him on the rug and her sitting above him looking down, his human spear still deeply embedded within her.

“Nicely done, Marco Lakan. Just like Tara on Giraldi, you dominated me even without a mating round! But now it’s my turn. And this time, we do it my way…” she announced as he looked up at her in shock, taking a ragged breath in renewed excitement to see her eagless body poised above him.

She waited until her presence and their flipped positions had fully dawned on him before she began squeezing his spear and lightly pistoning her hips until he was fully hard again, which only took a few seconds, reaching down to pin him to the floor by his shoulders with her talons.

“If this was good enough to get Giraldi off, then it’s good enough for you, too,” she announced as she sat back enough to let him see her in full display above her with taut teats and painfully erect feathers. “Like what you see, Marco Lakan?”

He answered with a buck of his hips into her, sending a fresh surge of unlikely anal pleasure up her spine. “Kantutin mo’ko…” he used a new phrase on her as he tried to raise his arms but couldn’t with her talons pinning him. “I’m yours, Gilda.”

“Here and now, you are.” She leaned in enough to give him a nip on the ear, deciding it was an oddly attractive piece of human anatomy, taking the opportunity to explore his human body in greater earnest. She ran her talons lightly over his soft and strangely fragile skin, noting that there was a very thin line between pain and pleasure for him.

Noting also that he had a small pair of his own chest-mounted teats—did this mean human males somehow shared the nursing duties for their cubs? Gilda lightly pinched and rubbed them gently between the sides of two talons just as Tara had taught her. She was rewarded by a muffled groan from Marco, feeling their small nubs turn hard and sensitive just as she had learned hers did when they got excited. It left her grinning at his reaction, thinking for a moment that learning about that previously unknown sensual sensitivity alone had made meeting humans worth it.

To her surprise, it was the same For Marco. “Jus ko! I didn’t even know I had that sensitivity…” he admitted , focusing with some difficulty onto her chest, though he had to crane his neck to do it. Seeing that, she reached over him to grab his discarded pants and shirt, balled them up and slid them under his head.

“And neither did I until Tara showed me…” Gilda reminded him, reaching back to pleasure the topmost left of her own teats before him as she continued to work on one of his with her right set. His hands finally free, they flew to her flight muscles and began to stroke them, causing her efforts to falter and the muscles themselves to quiver.

“Not… fair…” she said as she felt herself falling forward and had to brace herself with her talons planted to either side of his head.

“All’s fair in love and sex, girlfriend…” Marco said triumphantly as he reclaimed the lead. “This is what we call ‘topping from the bottom.” He ran his fingers through the flight feathers he could reach, causing each to release a sharp burst of pleasure as his soft digits sampled them, quickly driving her towards orgasm for a fourth time.

“Damn you, Marco Lakan…” she managed through a gritted beak, finding the tables turned on her yet again, suddenly wondering if it was a talent of all humans to be able to dominate their mates despite their weaker forms and even a submissive mating method. First Tara did it to Giraldi, and now Marco is doing it to ME! “Damn you to the crows!”

“I really don’t think you mean that, Gilds…” Marco teased as her arching spine forced Gilda to lean back and shift her bracing talons behind her, fully bearing her white-feathered chest and tawny-furred belly to him. He quickly availed himself of the latter, finding her topmost teats and groping them happily, squeezing the greater mass of them while rubbing his thumbs into their erect and exquisitely sensitive teats. “Call me crazy, but I think you like being felt up and fucked in the tail!”

She couldn’t answer as his practiced efforts elicited a fresh series of schoolgirl squawks she was very glad other griffons couldn’t hear. Her hips began to move of their own accord, in time with his building upwards thrusts, rising and falling in opposite motions to his. She thought she was going to lose her balance for a moment but he steadied her with his hands on her hips, holding her in place as her unused nest sat nearly over his navel, drooling onto his furless belly.

She couldn’t speak any more after that, lost in both the pleasure of the act and the doubly taboo nature of it, from rutting anally without a mating round to using such an unheard of mating method—one that had her dominant and submissive all at the same time!

Ancestors, what kind of creatures ARE these humans? she asked herself as she felt her fourth climax coming quickly, fueled as much by seeing his form beneath her as feeling his phallus buried deep in her rear. They have no magic and no natural defenses! By rights, they should be of no interest to us! So how is he doing this to me? How can they reduce proud and powerful griffon soldiers to simple sex toys, sitting atop them with their spears sunk in our sphincters, ready to climax on command?

She didn’t know, and no longer cared as she arched her head back and cried out, announcing her sensual conquest to her Ancestors yet again.

Night had fallen over Arnau hours earlier and dinner remained uneaten. And yet, Gilda found herself completely disinclined to leave her bed or eat.

Her armor and the tattered remains of Marco’s clothes were still strewn about her suite in a trail from the door to the bed; in hindsight, she’d been mildly amazed they’d finally been able to make it there after multiple rounds of rutting on the carpet and taking a shower together after.

Thankfully, she had been able to slap the skylight’s opacity control crystal with a wingtip by the time they’d made it to her bath, which sat beneath it. It also surprised her in hindsight that they had encountered no sentries or cleaning crews along the way to her room, given there were usually at least a couple pairs of the former posted in the corridor and her wings were splayed wide for all to see.

But she wasn’t about to question their good fortune. In the end, they had rutted continuously for nearly three hours, unable to get enough of each other. They were also helped by the fact that Marco found his recharge time was nearly instant; the stature of his human spear seemed to increase further with each subsequent act along with her eagless mammaries, which quickly became a favorite object of his affection.

She was more than willing to surrender them to his endlessly groping soft digits. In turn, Gilda took great pleasure that he endlessly enjoyed the simple act of touching and exploring her while she, in turn, found she couldn’t get enough of his smell or taste—of his wondrous talons working her or the surprisingly practiced sensual techniques of his tongue as he later performed oral sex on her, bringing her to climax twice more.

She loved his earthy scent and the deliciously sweet and salty sweat he produced, to say nothing of how he made her feel! He let her be dominant as few griffon males would, all the while playing some surprisingly stimulating music off of his small portal device that only aroused her further.

It was all exquisitely pleasurable, to say nothing of immensely enjoyable. And now, three hours later, they lay intertwined, staring up through a still-darkened skylight into the starry sky; the twinkling lights not too dimmed by the city ones.

They were both disinclined to move, but hunger and thirst were starting to get the best of them as Gilda both felt and heard her stomach growl. “You know, we really should get back to the suite and eat. Even though I’m sure your dinner is quite cold by now,” she told him as she laid her head against his bare chest, nuzzling one of his smaller male teats.

“Eh, Chris will keep it warm. And besides, we could always order room service,” he pointed out, laying a set of soft talons on her feathered head. It was a minor intimacy compared to all they’d already done, but one she found she liked every bit as much as the more major acts they’d performed, for the simple sense of appreciation she felt from him.

“They don’t cook their meat,” she reminded him with a contented trill, finally feeling well and truly sated. “And Fortrakt is probably wondering what in the crows happened to us.”

“Unless he ended up in bed with Chris and Tara,” Marco pointed out between caressing her chest with his other hand, only half-jokingly. “You said he was going to have a chat with them—the same kind of chat we did?”

Gilda blinked at the image, then chuckled and shook her head, reaching up to run her talons gently through Marco’s mane of dark hair. It was very fine, she noted, but he kept it clean and reasonably well-groomed. “As fun as it is to think about, I doubt it. We were ready. But given how much trouble he was having with the idea that he’d been with them both, I really don’t think that he was,” she said at some length.

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said with a sigh, reluctantly pushing off her to sit up on the bed. “Guess it’s past time we get back to them. So how are we going to explain this?”

“With the truth,” she told him firmly as she sheathed her still half-stiff wings as much as she could, rolling to her side so she could sit up and lay her talons on his shoulders, leaning on him from behind. She knew the humans didn’t consider that an erogenous zone, but griffons did, and it still produced a heady feeling within her to so freely fondle them. “We don’t hide this from them any more than I did from you that Tara tempted me. To do so would be dishonorable.”

“I doubt we could anyway!” Marco chuckled as he swung his feet over the side of the short bed and rubbed his face with his hands, leaning back into her slightly. “They know me too well. They’ll probably guess what happened the instant I step inside the suite. But what about the Marines? I trust Robbie to keep a secret, but the rest…” He trailed off in worry.

“Given how they tease him over his own eagless encounter, I imagine they’d be okay with it. I’m not sure about the Captain or Ambassador, though.” Or Tribune Narada… she suddenly fretted.

“Fuck Ambassador Goldbrick,” Marco all but growled, leaving Gilda wondering what the altered name meant. She guessed it was some kind of slur, but she’d never heard the term before. “And as for Captain Moran, he’s hard but fair. I don’t think he’d be happy, but I also don’t think he’d want us expelled over this.”

“He still doesn’t quite trust us,” she reminded him as she stood up on the bed and hopped down to the floor, starting to collect her scattered armor pieces. “And he’s got good reason not to. We were spying on you, after all.”

“True. He may think you seduced me to gain information or something,” he mused as he began gathering up his clothes, but at her offended look, he quickly threw up his hands. “Hey, don’t blame him, or me for suggesting it! That’s a tried-and-true espionage technique on Earth.”

“And here as well,” she relented as she located her vest and began to pull it back on. Though considered dishonorable in the Kingdom, the Ibexians certainly recruited less-reputable griffons to do it, and she was sure the Council of Crows had resorted to it repeatedly in return to gain intelligence over the years.

“What about your own superiors?” he suddenly worried as he pulled on his torn-up jeans, which she’d broken the clasp on in her urgent efforts to get them off. It took some effort, but he stuffed his stature back inside it, though he couldn’t zip himself up until his half-erect organ fell more flaccid, still poking provocatively out the ‘fly’. “Will they be okay with this?”

“Leave that to me,” she said with a sigh as she secured the buckles on her leather cuirass and tightened the straps, trying not to look at him for fear she would get excited again. By all the Ancestors, she still wasn’t ready for this to end! But she reminded herself that there would be other opportunities, especially once he was finally able to fight a proper round with her.

But that lay at an uncertain point in the future, and in the meantime, there were far more immediate concerns that she had to address. She wasn’t looking forward to telling the Tribune, and she could scarcely imagine what Senior Sparrow Tarseus would say.

Not that I care what she thinks. But Narada… “If worse comes to worst, I’ll resign so I can stay with you. I’m sure Captain Moran wouldn’t mind having a griffon civilian advisor around.” She didn’t think it would come to that, but if it did...

He stopped dressing to stare at her in awe; his spear suddenly surging back to full erection to the point that it popped the clasp at the top of his pants, which fell open around his human phallus. “You’d really do that for me?”

Staring at the exotic spear that had already given her so much pleasure, she asked herself the same question—was she really willing to give up her career and dreams of one day joining the Wind Knights for this one human? —and smiled at the answer she received, deciding he’d shown her a simple but powerful honor, to say nothing of treasures of the heart far more valuable than simple battlefield glory.

“I would, Marco Lakan.” She allowed her wings to stiffen in response again; a riposte to his own erotic display.

“Wow...” was all he could say as he allowed his jeans to fall back off him and stepped out of them again. Meeting her halfway, he dropped to his knees and began exchanging licks and kisses with her once more. His hands even began to roam her wings and flight muscles again, starting to tug her still-loose armor off before they reluctantly pulled back at the sound of Gilda’s growling stomach, earning a laugh from each as they resumed redressing.

“One question, though, and I’m sorry if it’s a stupid one. Just how did I honor you earlier?” Marco asked.

She smiled. It would have been a stupid question coming from a griffon, but it was somehow utterly endearing coming from this brown-skinned human, whose body and mind she now knew well.

“By trying to make amends. By elevating me above you. By making all this effort to train just to make yourself more attractive to me. By wanting to prove yourself to me on my terms—by wanting to have earned me,” she recited easily, but then her mood turned a mixture of enamored and exasperated. “And by having an uncanny ability to both piss me off and turn me on, often all at the same time.”

Marco could only grin sheepishly in response as he buckled his belt to secure his pants, though it still bulged over the only half-flaccid organ within. “What can I say? It’s an ‘uncanny’ talent I have. But it usually backfires. For the record, the only thing I regret with you now is getting off to such a bad start,” he recalled with a sigh; his remaining excitement quickly ebbing.

“Listen, I’m sorry again for avoiding you. I guess I did it because I didn’t want you to be one of those people—well, griffons—who’d come to hate me.”

“By not talking to me and treating me coldly,” Gilda said deadpan as she buckled on one of her steel pauldrons next. “What a wonderful plan to get a griffon ‘girlfriend’.”

Marco visibly winced as he sat down to pull on his socks, still waiting for his spear to fully subside before he tried closing his pants over the top of it. “Okay, if you put it that way… then yeah, I was being stupid about it. I’d make a joke by saying it worked, except it really didn’t until we started talking. Honestly, though, it’s the truth. I mean, we’d already got off on the wrong foot—or paw. I broke your boundaries so badly that first night that you were ready to rip my balls off. And yet, just a few days afterwards, you swooped in to save me and Chris.”

“It was my duty,” Gilda reminded him, now working on her second pauldron.

“I know, I know,” Marco replied as he found his ruined shirt. “But that doesn’t mean I still don’t feel grateful. Even more so after talking to Fortrakt. He explained to me that those two griffons weren’t going to kill me, and that the worst thing they would have done was knock me out. And Chris told me how quickly you took to the air to find me. You basically could have waited until they were done mauling me before you came in to do your job, and nobody would have faulted you. Hell, I don’t even think that I would have.”

Gilda’s mouth opened but before she could speak, Marco raised a single finger, laying it on her beak in what she could only guess was a shushing gesture.

“I know you’re going to say you’re not like that. And believe me, I know you're not—especially after everything we just did! Listen, Fortrakt respects you a lot, and so do Chris and Tara. They were talking my ear off because I’ve been treating you coldly ever since waking up.

“But I’d gotten to see you in action by then, and no matter how turned on it made me, I also thought you were so far above me that there was no way you’d be interested in me. I know now I was wrong,” he recited in some shame, then held up a paw to indicate he wasn’t finished yet.

“I also know you tried to patch things up with me after you swooped in and saved the day, and I know that it must have taken something out of you to do so. I’m slow, but I’m not stupid. And as foolish as it seems now, I really thought that after all that happened and given what little I remembered of that night, it was just best to keep my distance. That given how wild those few memories were, you’d feel more comfortable if I didn’t bother you more than strictly necessary.”

“That’s not how griffons do things, Marco Lakan,” she told him as she tugged the straps of her shoulder armor taut, checking herself in the mirror to make sure they were on straight. “We don’t hide our feelings, especially from our friends and mates.”

“Humans, unfortunately, have a bad habit of doing just that,” Marco recounted ruefully as he was finally able to secure his pants with his belt instead of the garment’s broken clasp. His words made Gilda flash back to the movie Warrior, recalling how both protagonists had kept things from their friends and family to the detriment of all.

But she didn’t have time to consider what that might mean for human society before Marco went on. “Then for what it’s worth, and as incredibly obvious as it seems right now… I really like you, Decurion Grizelda Behertz. Both as a soldier and… well, an eagless. I’ve wanted to get to know you better from the start, but I was terrified of fucking things up further along the way.

“So, since I didn’t say this before… thank you for all you’ve done for me—done for all of us. Thank you for saving me and Chris. Thank you for putting up with all my alien idiocy and for… well, everything that happened between us that night, because I know full well that you wouldn’t have allowed it except for that spiked cider. And I know now that I hurt you even more afterwards by giving you the silent treatment. You didn’t deserve that. So please accept my apology.”

He bowed his head in contrition, but Gilda immediately stopped him. “No. Don’t bow,” she instructed as she reared up on her hind legs, flaring her wings for balance as she rested one set of talons on his chest—and how odd that she didn’t have a second thought about doing it! —while her right foreleg went to his head, halting it mid-dip. Marco stopped and his eyes focused on her in confusion. After a moment, he stood straight as Gilda went to all fours again.

“Uh, okay,” Marco muttered, his tone confused. “Um, did I get that wrong or something? I thought it was a sign of respect. I saw griffons bow before your Queen.”

Gilda sighed, realizing she had to add one more item to an already lengthy list of topics to discuss at her cultural training seminars. “It is. And they did. But they did it because it was the Queen—bowing is something gryphons reserve exclusively for royalty,” she explained patiently.

“In other words, we only bow before either Queen Molyneux herself or a member of her line. We would also bow if brought before foreign royals like the pony Princesses. But I’m not a pony Princess or a griffon royal, so don’t ever bow to me. Not even if you feel grateful or because you want to apologize. It gives me an honor I don’t deserve. And if you’ve learned nothing else about us, I hope you’ve learned by now that griffons consider it dishonorable to assume a rank or station we do not have.”

“Damn. And here I thought I could show you how sincere I was—other than all the sex, of course.” Marco chuckled, earning a wry grin back. “Uh, okay, then how do I—?”

“I’ll cover all this in the cultural briefing tomorrow, but I think in this situation… baring your neck would be the most appropriate action. When you don’t want to rut me instead, that is,” Gilda replied with a wink.

“Baring your neck… oh! You mean, like how the other griffons greet you outside of a salute?” Marco recognized with a smile as she nodded. He then bared his neck and held it, though a little too slowly and deeply for her. “How’s that?”

“Not that much,” Gilda said patiently. “Don’t exaggerate or force it—just do it. It shouldn’t be a strain on the neck or feel unnatural.” He corrected himself by trying it again, and this time, she nodded her satisfaction.

“There. Perfect. In the future, know that it’s appropriate to use for everything from indicating respect to an outright apology. It’s also a sign of submission you can use in place of ‘tapping out’ during a duel or spar. In fact, I’d recommend you do so when going against griffons, since they won’t instinctively know human signals.”

“Meaning, I could have just done that when pinned by that teen griffon and been fine.” Marco sighed somewhat ruefully as he straightened his neck. “Okay, forgive my ignorance—again—but I have to ask: what does baring your neck imply?”

“That’s a bit complicated,” she admitted as she finished refastening her command chain behind her head, realizing she’d best come up with a succinct answer before she started giving her cultural training sessions the next day.

Marco raised one of his furred eyeridges. “More than this?” he motioned between the two of them, a human man and a griffon eagless; the closest analogy Gilda could think of at that moment was the pair of them trying to pick their way through a minefield of lightning-charged clouds laid by pegasi in the fog—one of the nastier tricks the ponies had employed against griffons during their war seven centuries earlier.

“You’ve got me there.” Gilda grinned, finding his mildly teasing expression and words oddly comforting. A small chuckle escaped her beak, which caused Marco to break out with a silly smile. It quickly became infectious, and her chuckle soon transformed to soft laughter with a broad smile gracing her face.

“You have a nice smile, Gilds,” he told her, kneeling before her to cup her face and kiss her. “You should show it more often.”

“No way! I have a reputation to uphold,” she replied in mock severity as she rebuckled her vambraces, then stood up straighter before him, a uniformed soldier again. “I accept your apology, Marco Lakan—on the condition that you not avoid or ignore me any longer. That you come to me if you have questions and don’t just assume something out of ignorance. And that you tell me if something’s wrong or bothering you. Griffons don’t hide things from their mates.”

“Deal,” he said, offering his talons to bump, and suddenly the pair stood there awkwardly for a moment. “So, we’re mates, then…?” he had to ask.

“I guess we are,” she chuckled, amazed at how easy the admission was, but then her stomach grumbled again. “I’m hungry, and your friends and Fortrakt are probably wondering what in the crows happened to us. We really should be getting back to the suite now.”

“Yeah, I’m hungry too. Kind of odd they didn’t come looking for us, though…” he mused as he finished dressing; she reared up to give him a parting kiss and a gentle nip to the neck. “So, um… after we eat, can I stay the night with you?” he asked hopefully, only to go slightly crestfallen when she shook her head.

“Tempting, but no. I’m still a soldier, and I still have a job to do. Once dinner is done, I have to write my nightly report and then go over my notes for the seminars tomorrow. Just talking with you now has reminded me of a couple things I still need to add to them,” she said with sigh.

“Like how your beaks don’t preclude oral and that you love being on top?” he suggested with a lopsided grin, earning a swat of her wing against his backside in lieu of cuffing him on the head as she usually did with Fortrakt.

“All joking aside, I still have duties to perform, and I don’t get to put them off for sex. And besides, don’t you have morning workouts with Sergeant Reyes? Shouldn’t you be getting to bed early after all the energy you expended here?” she reminded him with a raised eyeridge of her own.

“Eh, a cold-water dump will be a small price to pay for spending more quality time with you,” Marco replied with a smile as he secured his shirt as best he could, hiding the torn tail in his pants and using a collar button to at least partially cover another long rip at the top.

“Ah, so your intentions are suddenly clear,” she deadpanned as she walked past him. “You only apologized because you wanted to rut.”

“Well… not only,” Marco replied with a wry grin of his own. “That was definitely a bonus, though.”

“Then you got what you wanted. Let’s go, Marco Lakan,” Gilda declared in an all-business air, walking to the room exit. “I’m hungry, and we might still need to save Fortrakt.”

“Right behind you, Decurion. So, uh, I guess we’re cool now, right?” Marco asked.

“Nope,” was all Gilda said, trying not to let another grin break her beak.

That stopped Marco short. “Wait, what?”

“I accepted your apology, but remember that you haven’t earned me fully,” she reminded him. “You said you wanted to prove yourself worthy to me on griffon terms? I’ll hold you to that. It’s like I said before—you can touch me, but you don’t get to truly breed me until you best me in a mating round. So my nest remains off-limits to your spear until then.”

“But—” She silenced him with a single swish of her tail, holding it high for a moment to give him an eyeful of her eagless attributes before she lowered it again.

“I let you have me twice, Marco Lakan—once under magical influence and once by choice. But next time, we do things properly. So by my order, train and train well if you want to have all of me,” she instructed him again, dangling her tail tassel in his face for additional enticement. “Because griffons do not hold back!”

“Yes, ma’am…” came his awestruck voice, but this time, she let the mistaken form of address pass as they walked down the hall. Unlike their previous trip, they passed two pairs of Marine sentries whose eyes were unreadable behind their goggles, but who gave them odd looks at what she could only assume was the dazed expression on Marco’s face and the rips visible on his clothes.

“I think Flip-Boy just got some griffie tail…” Gilda heard one whisper to his partner after they passed, to which she could only smile. But just as they rounded the corner of the hallway to arrive at the entrance to the civilian suite, Sergeant Reyes exited the room with a bowl full of steaming meat stew whose delicious smell made Gilda’s stomach rumble; doubly so since her energy needed replenishment after all the intense lovemaking.

He saw them and smiled, leaning back into the same nook that Fortrakt had originally hid his hindquarters in when he’d gotten excited. “So, I take it you two had a good ‘talk’?” he asked with a lopsided grin and wink as he recognized their contented expressions. “Or do I need to punish him at morning training tomorrow, Decurion? Because you know I will!”

“Gee, thanks, Robbie…” Marco only half-groused as Gilda grinned evilly for a moment.

“As fun as that would be to watch? No. And thank you very much for talking with me, Sergeant. It turned out you were right on all counts.” She bared her neck at him and then turned back to her left. “See, Marco? That’s the kind of thing you bare your neck for—gratitude, deference, or apology.”

“I’ll remember that,” he promised as Reyes listened in some bemusement while eating his stew.

“Uh, no idea where that came from, but do I have to bare mine back?” Reyes asked, to which Gilda shook her head. “Oh, okay. And for the record? When I was jogging, I cleared out the sentries from the hall ahead of you. I was trying to keep you two a secret, though I’m not sure how much good it did since I’m sure they saw you just now.” He nodded back down the hall where Gilda could still hear the sentries whispering to each other about her and Marco.

Nevertheless, she smiled at the thoughtful gesture, deciding that Reyes deserved some thanks of his own. “I see. I’ll cover all this at the cultural training seminar tomorrow, but no, it’s not necessary to bare your throat in return. All you have to do, Sergeant Reyes, is put that stew down for a minute,” she all but ordered, a gleam growing in her eyes.

Camera, she mouthed at Marco with a wink, deciding that since Reyes had pranked Marco when she first arrived at their suite, it was only fair to help her new mate return the favor.

“Uh… okay.” Though confused, the Marine Sergeant did so carefully, setting his steaming bowl down on the floor before standing back up; Marco used the opportunity to surreptitiously pull out his smaller portal device from his back pants pocket and make several quick motions on it. “Now what?”

“This,” she said as she reared up and shoved the surprised Sergeant into the corner of the nook so she could rub her cheek against his and give him a light lick, keeping him trapped there until she let him go. “Thanks for thinking of us. Thanks for the advice. Thanks for being Marco’s friend, and thanks for whipping him into shape… with the emphasis on whip.”

Reyes needed a moment to recover from his surprise and the pinned position he suddenly found himself in. “You’re welcome. But, uh… Decurion? You’re kind of giving me flashbacks to getting pounced by that eagless on the balcony…” he warned as he flushed and squirmed uncomfortably, though he made no move to resist or throw her off. Which he probably could at that point, if he could now hold his own against Giraldi.

“Oh?” Gilda glanced down his body and grinned at the sudden swelling she could see below his belt; her gaze growing sultry again. She might have been appalled that she was being so flirty or open with her affections now, except for how much she was enjoying herself—enjoying the idea that she could potentially turn on and dominate any human male she wished.

Reveling in both the feeling of power and her mood still soaring from her earlier experiences with Marco, she decided to take the tease further. “Don’t get too excited, Sergeant. After all, you belong to another eagless, not me.” She poked him gently in the chest with a talon before lightly trailing it down his belly, stopping it tantalizingly near the growing bulge beneath his pants; she could smell his surge of excitement and feel his body tense.

“B-but I h-haven’t—” he started to say, only to be silenced by Gilda’s deliberately low and lustful trill, which she was certain he’d heard before from the other eagless the night of the cider.

She might have left it there. But both out of a desire to reward him and truly repay Marco for the prank both she and Reyes had played on him all those weeks earlier, she couldn’t resist letting her talons trail down the rest of the way over his crotch. Surprised at how easy the act came to her, she caressed the bulge in his pants with the palm of her forepaws while reaching inside the seam to start releasing the fasteners, which she quickly determined to be a series of large buttons instead of a zipper.

Despite the pressure they were under from both the entry of her talons and his impinging organ, they released quickly, causing the seam to open further to the point that she could pull his spear fully free, right out of his undergarment and the patterned pants he wore over it. It wasn’t quite as big as Marco’s, perhaps due to his imbibing less cider, but it was still substantial enough to satisfy an eagless easily.

She grinned at his shocked and sorely aroused expression as she began to squeeze and stroke it, finding herself delighting in the illicit act as he visibly struggled not to hump her grasping talons while his own remained clutched hard on the corners of the nook.

“I’m not your eagless, Sergeant. But I do consider it my duty to remind you of what you’re missing with her. So by my order, you will fight that mating round with Kaiko Louvre. You will duel her. You will defeat her. And then you will rut her repeatedly! Consider it your duty as a soldier serving a diplomatic delegation to help establish good relations between our races.”

She heard him take a ragged breath and felt him shiver at her words as she gave his hardness another squeeze, releasing him only long enough for her to slip her talons lower and reenter the wide-open seam to gently grasp his apples. Finding and fondling them to a weak whimper from the sorely aroused Sergeant, she pulled them free of his pants next as she silkenly whispered her next words into his ear, using a seductive tone of voice she’d never thought herself capable of. “Consider it your duty to bury your spear in her nest.”

This time, he wasn’t able to stop his hips from bucking once, trying to thrust his rigid human hardness right into a phantom eagless. “Y-Yes, ma’am...” he said through a suddenly dry throat, his gaze unfocused until he looked past her and gaped as his brown eyes widened. “Goddammit, Marco, stop recording this!” Unable to reach him, he tried to cup his hands over his exposed erection.

“Payback’s a bitch, Robbie.” She turned to see him holding up his smaller portal device with an evil grin, repeating the same words Reyes had said to him upon playing his prank on him three weeks earlier. “Aw, man, you should have seen the look on your face when she shoved you into the corner and pulled out your dick! I’ll be showing this to Chris and Tara shortly, but maybe I should play it for the entire platoon? And I’m sure Captain Moran would be very interested to see it!” he suggested with great glee.

“Don’t you dare!” Reyes exclaimed loudly, uncharacteristically flustered as he looked down to see his ‘dick’ still held and stroked in Gilda’s taloned grasp, causing him to give another groan and involuntary thrust. “And Decurion? W-with all due respect, would you please let me go before I…” The rest went unsaid, but a nervous glance down his throbbing phallus showed what he was afraid of. His organ was oozing not just clear fluid but the start of the more cloudy kind; some of which had already run down the front of his spear to coat the side of her talons.

To his mingled disappointment and relief, she released him and dropped back to all fours, finding herself staring his human phallus in the face. “As you wish, Sergeant. But do give Kaiko Louvre my warmest regards when you rut her,” she couldn’t resist adding with a wink, eliciting another ragged inhalation as he saw Gilda lick her talons clean and felt her breath wash over his throbbing flesh.

Eyeing his spear from only an uncia away, Gilda considered orally pleasuring him until he came, but decided against it, not wanting to steal that particular pleasure from the other eagless. Leave him keyed up and ready for more, and I’ll bet he’ll seek her out as soon he can! “Given your obvious virility, strength, and stature, you should have no trouble satisfying her. Either in battle or in bed.”

“But for the record, my ‘brown prick’ is still bigger, Robbie,” Marco teased.

“F-fucker…” was all a still-shocked and flushed Sergeant Reyes could say in retort as Marco just laughed.

“Thanks for the heads-up, Gilda. I got it all on video!” he announced, still snickering as he pocketed his device. “This will be blackmail material for life!”

“You’re welcome. Now that you have your revenge, let’s go eat, Marco Lakan,” she said casually as she turned on her heel to leave a fully-erect and exposed Reyes behind, letting her rising tail pass its tassel over his human sac and spear as she began to walk away. “It may just be because I’m so hungry, but your stew does smell really good.”

She took pains to keep her tail held high as she headed for the door of the suite, eliciting another muffled curse and a sound that sounded like an urk! from the rapt Marine at her erotic display; she took great pleasure in the certainty that he was trying hard not to climax at the mere sight of her just then.

“Thanks, but it smells like Chris added some spices he shouldn’t have. It better not have been curry, or we’re gonna have words…”

Since the next chapter in story order is the T-rated chapter 10, click on the link below to be taken to chapter 15:

—Firesight

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