Feathered Hearts - Eros

As Marco sat stiffly on his stool with his arousal evident for all who looked at him to see, his erection obvious and only barely constrained by his briefs and shirttail as he repeatedly squeezed and stroked it through his clothes, the movie continued for the next two hours, through sex and battle scenes alike.

Despite that, and despite his increasing hope that he’d be seen by Gilda or even Giraldi, not a single glance was thrown his way as the griffons watched the Battle of Thermopylae unfold with great interest. To his additional frustration, Chris and Tara watched the griffons in turn, occasionally whispering a comment into their ears while keeping in close contact with them. Giraldi, Fortrakt and Gilda rarely paused to make a remark or even ask a question after the first ten minutes; even Gilda’s snark stopped as the fighting scenes began in earnest.

Marco wouldn’t have called the bloodletting by any means sexy, but to his surprise, the griffons seemed to consider it so. As the film progressed, their excitement grew to the point that their wings were flaring and even Gilda was starting to openly show her arousal, rolling over onto her back in order to free her stiffening pinions from the couch’s constriction. Her new lounging pose enabled her to rub her shoulder against Tara’s side while also reaching down to begin fingering her teats with her talons, which visibly stiffened before Marco’s eyes.

Nor did she resist at all as Tara rested a hand on the underside of her wings and began to sensually stroke her feathers, earning several licks of her legs in response to say nothing of an envious look from Marco, who made sure repeatedly that his laptop camera was recording them.

First griffie/human lezzie pair in history, and I got it all on video! he thought eagerly, deciding that even if he never showed it to anybody, it would provide him with plenty of stroke material going forward.

The three griffons definitely enjoyed the sex scenes, he noted, especially the two tiercels in the room; he’d had to shift his stool at least once to be able to see around Giraldi’s flaring wing.

And yet, it wasn’t the sex scenes, or even the scene from King Xerxes’ harem that turned them on the most. It was the depictions of battle, from the initial victorious clash with the Persian forces to the final stand of the Spartans that aroused and excited them beyond all measure. They made some minimal effort to hide their erect teats, wings, and organs at first, but by the end of the movie, they had given up trying either in apathy or futility, leaving their powerful passions in full display to their human guests.

By the time the movie concluded sometime after midnight, Marco was immensely gratified—and perhaps even a little intimidated—to realize that all three griffons looked not only ready to rut but fight, their wings showing equally strong anger and arousal as they saw the final sacrifice of the Spartans and the slaying of their King.

“Well, there you go, guys. So what did you think?” he asked with a hopeful yet nervous air as he brought the firegems back up to partial illumination; his own cock now so swollen and visibly erect he realized there was no way to make it go down short of climax. His balls felt increasingly blue too; like he hadn’t come in well over a week.

“Wow…” was all Fortrakt could say at first as the credits rolled. “That… was… awesome!” He leapt like a cub into the air and took a strong swiping motion towards the screen that made Marco think of a pumped fist. He hovered on his half-stiffened wings for a moment before alighting, showing off his impressive and steadily drooling hardness beneath his belly, which he was no longer shy about displaying and Chris eagerly recorded with his phone.

“Dweebily put, but agreed,” Gilda concurred, now rubbing up hard against Tara’s body as she continued to tweak her very erect teats, her eyes still fixed on the screen, their golden gleam suddenly turned almost green by the bright blue light his projector emitted in its default state. “Much as I hate to admit it, you were right, Fortrakt—those ancient human ‘Spartans’ were basically griffons!” she agreed as she began to reach a little further down her body, towards the top of her slit.

“Well said, Decurion. For they not only embodied griffon concepts of honor, but they even fought in phalanxes like us! Unlike the last movie, I would not show this to my cubs, but I would quite proudly show it to our century’s soldiers!” Giraldi proclaimed with a griffon-style salute towards the screen, thumping a fist made from his right set of talons onto the metal of his left pauldron with a sharp ringing sound.

“Hey, did I tell you or did I tell you? You’ll get plenty of blood and bare boobs out of this,” Marco reminded them, his eyes flitting from eagless slit to aroused wings to Fortrakt’s impressive griffon shaft; unable to see Giraldi’s from where he was. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so sorely and helplessly aroused—his already-large cock was so exquisitely swollen he swore it had gained an inch of length and girth as it tented his stretched briefs; as the lights came up, he realized there was a large wet spot present over its apex that had soaked right through his undergarment and shirt tail alike.

“Well, I know which of the two you like, Marco,” Tara rejoined with a glance at his lap as Chris rolled his eyes, which quickly settled back on the aroused griffons. To Marco’s envy, he had a spectacular side view of Giraldi which he eagerly availed himself of, unbuttoning his shirt as he studied the big griffon’s prominent phallus, turning his camera upon it.

That’s my buddy—he never misses a chance to undress good-looking guys with his eyes. Only this time, he doesn’t even HAVE to!

“Uh… boobs?” the equally erect Fortrakt broke into his thoughts.

“He means these.” Tara hefted and openly squeezed her well-delineated breasts with a wink, causing all males present but Chris to turn towards her and squirm slightly. Marco was very much among them, silently urging her top off—whatever odd illness or magical influence had grabbed hold of them, she was clearly affected too!

“It’s a slang term for breasts. What you call teats,” she then explained in an air like she was a Teaching Assistant giving a geology lesson at the university they studied at. “We have a bunch of different words for them just because we like them so much—tits, boobs, bust, and rack among other choice terms.

“As I’m sure you’ve all have noticed by now, they figure very prominently in human sexuality.” She gave her covered breast a caress with her free hand followed by a teasing tweak to her visibly erect nipples right through the stretchy fabric of her shirt.

You know, I swear they’re bigger than they were... Marco couldn’t help but stare at the display, but he couldn’t be sure he wasn’t imagining it in the low light.

“I would never have guessed…” Giraldi chuckled as he walked past Marco to refill his cider bowl again. He let his wing and tail brush a surprised Marco’s body; either by accident or design, his wingtip dragged over Marco’s lap while his tail brushed Marco’s lips.

He next raised his tail high over his hindquarters to give his fellow male a close look at his softball-sized sac; it was all a surprised Marco could do not to reach in with a hand to cup the large and laden orbs within, wanting to get a sense of what such impressive masculinity felt like. “I do believe they are a form of human plumage, designed to catch the eye.”

“You got that right,” a dry-mouthed Marco replied. He was scarcely able to imagine Giraldi’s reaction to having a hand placed on his proverbial jewels; Marco could all but feel the puckering/tingling sensation begin in his backside again. But before he could do so, and to his great frustration, the big griffon sat down while his bowl slowly filled from the half-drained keg, turning back to face Tara.

He then leaned back to raise his forepaws and make kneading motions at Tara with his talons, finally showing off his impressive erection fully to an astonished Marco—damn, he’s big too! That’s over eight inches!—to say nothing of a hungry gaze and very dry-lipped lick from Chris, who looked on the verge of fainting as he sat back on the couch with a shaky camera held before him and a increasingly prominent bulge in his lap. “I admit, they were quite fun. Exquisitely soft and pillowy. An absolute joy to hold and knead.”

Though Marco dimly realized that somehow meant Giraldi had not only seen them, but held them before—just what were he and Tara doing during their talk?—his focus was on Chris at that point. He could guess only too well what his friend wanted to do with the aroused griffon shafts he saw, his grin growing.

You know, Chris might actually get some griffon cock tonight! Or will Giraldi let him? He found himself fervently hoping the big tiercel was amenable to gay sex, if only for the sake of his friend. And definitely not for me...

“Human plumage…” Gilda repeated the phrase, looking up at the mass of Tara’s mammaries from her lap, still on her back with one wing propped up against the back of the couch and the other hanging out over the living area. “You know, if you really want to attract tiercels, then you shouldn’t conceal them, Tara,” she made a motion with her beak towards the bottom of her garment, hooking it briefly and making an upward motion with it like she wanted to remove it. “As griffons, we don’t hide who we are.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Giraldi agreed happily, giving Tara a hungry stare and lick.

“And mine!” Fortrakt exclaimed as he took a step towards her; the implications of Giraldi’s earlier statement seemingly lost on him. “Oh! I-I m-mean… i-it would be nice to see them… y-you know, to compare them to the ones in the m-movie...” he stammered. Just like the rest of them, he no longer cared that he was showing himself off fully in the low firegem light; his bare hindquarters and hanging erection—he was certainly the stature champion of the group, Marco was forced to admit again—immediately drawing Chris’s gaze back to him.

“Well, I appreciate it, both of you,” Tara acknowledged somewhat huskily with a nod, her nipples now poking out prominently through her shirt. The sight of them made Marco keenly recall their feel as she stared down at Gilda, who started to sniff and lick at her midsection, a visible ripple of pleasure passing through his longtime friend’s spine that made Marco’s organ twitch hard in his lap.

“But what you all have to understand is—yeah, they’re meant to catch the eye and can be pretty to look at, but especially when they’re large, they can be awkward, too. They’re easy to injure, and they have to be secured with special clothing called ‘bras’ most of the time because they’re liable to flop around on our chests when we run or exert ourselves.”

“I noticed with both you and that ‘oracle’. I rather thought that was part of their allure, myself,” Giraldi pointed out idly. “Such motion catches the eye quite well.”

“Wait—you’ve seen them before, First Spear?” Fortrakt finally realized.

“I have indeed. I am proud to say that I am the first griffon to have known the touch and body of a human eagless!” He confirmed to the astonishment of all, sitting up to show himself fully. He made a show of stretching his forelegs and wings out over his head; even interlacing his talons like human fingers to intensify the stretch. He then bowed his head and wings low before Tara like she was royalty. “And I could not be more flattered and honored by your favor, Lady Tara Fields. I look forward to undressing and caressing your wonderfully soft and sensuous form again.”

“Flatterer,” Tara said with a smile and blown kiss that left Fortrakt’s jaw open. “Never thought of myself as a ‘lady’, but you certainly proved you know how to treat one! And before you all ask, he helped me through my fear of being with a griffon. He showed me that you guys—and girl!—can be as gentle as you are powerful. You’ll be happy to know, Chris and Marco, that it turns out those beaks of theirs do not preclude oral—he got me off with his tongue alone!”

“He did?” Both Chris and Marco chorused. Though he couldn’t speak for Chris, a fresh series of fantasies began rolling through Marco’s mind, starting with himself eating Gilda out but ending again with him groping Gilda and Giraldi simultaneously while Fortrakt went down on him from in front.

“Sure did. I can thus confirm that humans and griffons are 100% compatible. So, did you enjoy my backdoor, Galen?” she asked with a wink, causing Marco to exchange a startled look with Chris.

Giraldi took a shuddering breath, followed by an involuntary step towards her. “Be assured, my spear will never forget the feel of its depths. Or that of your deft talons and tongue.” He reached down to begin slowly stroking himself before everyone. “You showed me a whole new mating position; one I very much want to try again!”

“Tongue? So you went down on him?” Chris then asked in astonishment, his eyes flickering between Fortrakt and Tara. “Uh… how’d he taste?”

“Like pure masculinity…” She closed her eyes and smiled. “Perfectly hard, salty and musky on the outside, and then hot and deliciously creamy when he came. Best cock I’ve ever had—no offense, Marco. You’re gonna love going down on griffons, Chris.”

“Wow…” he sat back heavily on the couch, gulping down another full mug of cider with one hand while undoing the fly of his slacks with his other, causing his hardness to pop free. He’d been average-sized before at just six inches, but Marco swore he’d somehow gained some length. “S-sure hope I get the chance to try!” he looked from Fortrakt to Giraldi and back.

“Backdoor…” Gilda repeated the odd term before she could answer, a smile growing on her face as she reached down to spread her lips fully. It gave Marco a spectacular view of her clearly-aroused slit and the four erect teats on her lower belly, making him want to suckle each in turn. “I like that.”

“Then… you rutted her?” For the first time, Fortrakt stepped towards Giraldi like he wanted to duel, his head crest flaring and wings moving more forward into a position of anger. “Before I could?”

Giraldi’s eyes narrowed; he turned to face the smaller Fortrakt before Tara spoke up. “Do not fight over me,” she immediately but emphatically ordered them both. “Yes, he did, Fortrakt—because I needed to be with an experienced griffon first to help me through my fear and teach me how to make love to you. And I do want to make love to you! You helped me earlier, and I’m going to reward you. If it helps, know that I only gave him my ‘tail’ so I could save my ‘nest’ for you.” She winked.

To Marco’s relief, Fortrakt’s anger was instantly forgotten; his wings returned quickly to their purely aroused state. “You… you mean it?”

“I absolutely do,” Tara closed her eyes and smiled. “I don’t know why I’m so horny and so willing to screw tonight, but I don’t care any more. I’ve had my first taste of griffon, and I want more!” she proclaimed loudly, throwing back another mug of cider that Giraldi had hastily procured for her, serving it to her with an exaggerated flourish like he would before royalty.

“And for the record, that includes you, girlfriend,” Tara told Gilda as she accepted and drank from it, beginning to stimulate her flight muscles directly with her free hand, earning a trill and shiver. “You helped me too, and you’re my kind of girl.”

“Back at you, filly. And I’ll let you do it...” a breathless Gilda promised with a needy trill, surprising Marco when she spoke an Equish word. “Ancestors above, being with you is nothing like it was before, with...” her voice trailed off as she licked at the bottom of Tara’s leftmost breast right through her top.

“Well said, Tara Fields. But it works both ways—I, too, have had my first taste of humans, leaving me wanting more!” Giraldi proclaimed as he retrieved his bowl and, instead of sipping from it, simply upended it into his open beak; Marco swore the liquid flowed right into his loins as the big griffon’s erection seemed to slowly expand before his amazed eyes, leaving him wanting to get his hands on it in turn!

Chris can have Fortrakt, but I... want... Giraldi...? he dimly realized and began to slowly accept, now actively fantasizing about the big earth griffon and outright enjoying the puckering sensation the idea of being with him produced. Especially when he imagined him initially taking exception to his efforts as the Hall of Heroes statue had done in his dream, forcing Marco to service him. Oh... would he? he found himself fervently hoping.

“Sounds like this movie was really a hit with you three,” Tara idly noted as she watched Gilda continue to nuzzle and lick at her breast; Marco got the distinct impression the griffon female was trying to figure out how to remove the garment from below.

“It is indeed a ‘hit’, as you term it, Tara Fields. For even if only a work of fiction, this movie has confirmed to me humanity’s worth,” Giraldi told them all in reverent tones. “For what race could not only come up with such an honorable tale, but be willing to take such pains to depict it properly? Those ‘Spartans’ were simply superb!” he began to gush, taking flight briefly himself in what Marco could only consider an uncharacteristic moment of pure youthful exuberance.

“You said it!” Fortrakt began stroking himself openly as he stepped into the center of the room, his body lit up in blue by the still-on camera projector like a spotlight; he looked surprised when the beam of light fell on him, but then moved into it more fully. “If you think about it, they were basically human Talaeus, right down to the red in their capes!”

Giraldi paused while hovering to consider that, his eight-inch erection drooling onto the floor below. Or was it now larger than that? “I did not think of that, Second Spear, but I believe you are correct—an excellent analogy!” he concurred, beginning to stroke himself in midair. “Such fine physical specimens! Such magnificent human warriors! Such incredible honor and devotion to duty! And such unflinching sacrifice even in the face of certain death! It was all so inspiring!

“By the Ancestors, I feel the same way now as I would if I just fought a mating round!” Giraldi’s stiffening wings forced him to land. He then sat back on his haunches to fully service his erection, reaching down to fondle his own orbs with one set of talons while milking his shaft with his other. “For after seeing that movie, I am not only ready to fight, but rut for Queen and Kingdom!” His eyes fell on Tara and even Gilda in turn.

“Not bad, First Spear,” Gilda acknowledged with a salute towards him as she raised her head off Tara’s lap enough to see his offerings, her head pressing into the bottom of Tara’s boobs. Though she acknowledged them by rubbing the back of her headcrest against them, her eyes remained set on Giraldi, devouring his form far more eagerly than they did Fortrakt’s despite his slightly smaller stature.

She clutched Tara’s hand to her teats as she reached down to spread her lips wider in display for the male earth griffon, giving Marco his first tantalizing look inside an eagless sex. “You know, after seeing such superb human warriors and a sacrifice worthy of the Hall of Heroes itself, I might just be willing to be bred by you. And for the record, you would be my first tiercel, First Spear.”

Giraldi’s bluish cheeks flushed a deeper purple hue. “I would be honored, Decurion. Even despite the rules against soldier fraternization?” he asked teasingly as he bared his throat and returned the salute with a sharp thump of his talons against his metal pauldron—griffons were so Roman they even saluted like them!—his eyes devouring Gilda’s sex as eagerly as Marco’s was.

“As our guests would put it, fuck the rules,” a gratified Marco heard Gilda say as she continued to display herself for him, then smile. “Gotta say, I kinda like that word…” she told Tara as she continued to nuzzle her breasts.

“And you used it perfectly. Now see what you’ve done, Marco?” Tara teased as she began to rub one of Gilda’s eagless nipples between her thumb and index finger, giving each of the four teats attention in turn. “You’re such a bad influence. You’ve not only gotten them speaking human swear words, but you’ve turned our guests on so much that it looks like we’re going to have to get them off!”

“Fine by me!” a now-bottomless Chris spoke up, stroking himself while staring hungrily at Fortrakt in the blue spotlight of the projector, who noted his gaze and blushed but turned towards him fractionally to give a better display.

“Hey, it’s your own fault for not letting me show them porn, Tara!” he rejoined as he watched in great envy, wondering again how Tara had been able to work her way under Gilda’s literal and figurative armor so quickly. “Given how much they love fighting, they probably wouldn’t have gotten as worked up!”

“That movie was way better than whatever ‘porn’ you had!” Fortrakt stated, his body turned towards Chris but eyes fixed on Tara’s hand pleasuring Gilda’s teats; his wings flared so wide Chris had to look around them to see his shaft. “We got to see naked humans, steamy sex and plenty of epic battles in defense of land and honor? I am so ready to rut!

“Gilda’s all yours, Giraldi, but can I please rut you now, Tara?” he stepped forward in offering, turning himself to the side and stretching out his hind leg to show off his enormous erection fully. “Crows above, I’m just about ready to burst!”

“Begging does not become a tiercel, Second Spear,” Giraldi reminded him as he slurped down another bowl of cider. He poured it directly into his beak once more; Marco swore yet again his erect organ seemed to swell further as he did so, now approaching an impossible nine inches of length! “Particularly in matters of mating. If you wish an eagless’ favor, you must earn it.”

“Well, what do you think, Gilda?” Tara asked in deliberate casualness as she reached past Gilda’s teats to begin rubbing just above her clit, following that up by slipping her fingers between Gilda’s talons to join her in helping to spread her swollen lips before their rapt audience, leaving Marco envious that she had been the first to feel up a griffon woman! “I say he earned it by standing up for me so strongly—just by being the adorable and honorable guy he is. Do you think he deserves it?”

“He’s a total dweeb, but he’s a good griffon and soldier,” she acknowledged somewhat breathlessly as she let Tara take over her efforts. She stared down her belly as fixedly as Marco was, avidly watching the unlikely cross-species female-on-female display, looking back to make sure his laptop camera was pointed at it.

“He’s honorable and very earnest—I don’t go for that last part, but maybe you do? He may be inexperienced, but he learns quick—If he can be trained to use a spear and crossbow after such a poor start with them, then he can be trained to make love! He’s not for me, but if you want him? Have at him with my blessings. Far as I’m concerned, It’ll just give me endless opportunities to tease him.”

“Gee, thanks...” Fortrakt only mildly groused. “And what was that about never falling for a human, Decurion?” he pointed out with a smirk.

“What about me, Gilda? Could I be for you?” Marco blurted before Gilda could answer. He began to more fully free himself as he watched Gilda’s display and Tara’s fondling of her griffon boobs, even if they were barely worth the term; to his great gratification, she noticed his gaze and smirked, turning her hindquarters a little more towards him on the couch.

“Well, if you asked me a couple days ago, I would have probably answered with a snarl and slash to your face,” she told him slyly, slapping his chest with her tail and then laying its end in his lap! “But now, after getting to know you better and seeing how you fought for your friends? I admit I was wrong about you, Marco Lakan, and I’ll grant you this much—you really got me aroused by showing us this movie, and that’s not easy to do!”

She flicked her tail against his partially exposed hardness and then let it sit there with its tassel draped over it, causing him to take a ragged breath at not just the unexpected stimulation, but the very sight of it!

She… she really DOES like me! He wasn’t sure if he felt more on the verge of coming or fainting in than instant as her next words confirmed his fevered thoughts. “I admit, no tiercel has ever turned me on like you just did, and I really like how you always stand by your friends. So I might just be willing to let you touch my flight muscles again. Without attacking you, this time.”

His heart leapt along with his shaft in his pants, spurting some fluid directly onto her tail tip. So I’m already at second base with her! he realized giddily. “That’d be fun! I’d love to get my hands on you! But you’ll forgive me if I’d like to do far more than that!” he gave the same thrust of his hips he had towards Tara earlier that evening.

“I’m sure you would,” she replied casually, looking down her body again as Tara began probing her sex directly, visibly shivering at her friend’s human touch. “But you have to understand, Marco—that’s not something I just let anycreature do.”

“Nor should you, but he’s good, Gilda,” Tara told her as she tipped the head of her griffon girlfriend—she really was!—to gently scratch her chin while working on her lower set of teats. “Really good. I admit he can be a bit immature and annoying at times, and he’s got an uncanny knack for getting in trouble. But he’s a loyal friend and I promise, he not only has the size to properly please a lady, but he knows how to use it! He does good oral, too. He’s a bit handsy, as you already learned, but that can work for you as well.”

“I see…” Gilda removed a talon from her eagless sex and raised it to Tara’s lips, who eagerly sucked the nectar off it. Tara immediately returned the favor by removing her fingers to feed to Gilda, who likewise licked them clean. “Then I tell you what—you’re halfway there, Marko Lakan. I’ll let you touch me now. You can grope me to your heart’s content, but if you want my nest, you’ll have to earn it,” she warned him with a downward nod as the pace of Tara’s rubbing of her prominent nub picked up.

“Nest…” Marco repeated the term. Its meaning was obvious enough, given he was staring directly at its opening between her legs. I’ll have to remember that one!

“Like any honorable eagless,” Giraldi approved, giving Marco an affectionate nudge with his curled talons that nearly knocked him off his stool. “Be flattered, Marco Lakan, for by merely offering you not just access to her body, but the privilege of watching her pleasure, she has granted you far more favor than any other male short of me!”

“Thanks, Giraldi! I’m happy, believe me…” Marco mused as he grasped both her tail tassel and his organ together, his inexplicable interest in the big male momentarily forgotten in Gilda’s favor. “I’d love to start earning her now, but it looks like Tara gets her first!”

“I would say it is a pity, but not really. For that just means that while we wait our turn with them, we can enjoy the show!” Giraldi offered up his bowl in toast, to which Marco grabbed his half-full mug and gently tapped it to Giraldi’s cider-soaked vessel as the First Spear laid a stiff wing affectionately over his back, glancing down enviously at the tail tassel draped over his lap and partially exposed organ.

“You said it, brother!” Taking it as the equivalent of an arm over his shoulders, Marco immediately and unthinkingly returned the favor by slipping a hand under his extended wing to lay a palm on Giraldi’s upper back, rubbing the area through his jaguar fur.

Throwing back his cider, which he swore seemed to surge directly into his increasingly blue balls and throbbing phallus to swell them further, he didn’t realize anything was wrong until Chris called out to him.

“Uh… Marco?” he asked as Marco realized the entire room had suddenly fallen silent. “Dude, you’re touching him on his...”

Looking up from his drink, Marco realized that Giraldi was staring at him fixedly through narrowed orange eyes; his unnerving gaze both predatory and appraising.

His hand froze as he realized what he’d done; he once again felt the powerful puckering sensation between his cheeks. He flashed back to his nightmare again, which was suddenly threatening to come to life.

“Uh… First Spear? Why are you looking at me like that?” He both feared and hoped he already knew the answer as he hurriedly withdrew his hand, accidentally brushing the bottom of Giraldi’s erect wing as he did so and earning what he could only describe as a lustful snarl.

To his mingled horror and headiness, the big earth griffon male answered honestly in a low voice with a delivery that seemed halfway between a trill and a growl. “At this moment, I am wondering if your lips would be as luscious around my spear as those of Tara Fields. Or if your tail would be as tight,” he answered in perfect honesty as both Tara and Gilda guffawed while Chris reeled and Fortrakt stared. “Take care with what you touch, Marko Lakan, for the crows know I am ready to rut anything that moves!”

“He’s got you there, Marco,” Tara admitted less than helpfully. “Just think, Galen—being a human male, he could do oral even better than I can, since he’s got his own ‘spear’ and knows exactly what pressure and pace to use. He knows how he would like it done to him, and that means he knows how to do it to you!”

“Traitor!” a red-cheeked Marco shouted at her despite his suddenly and sorely awakened same-sex desires, yanking his shirt tail back over the top of his exposed cock. He had at least gotten to the point that being with Giraldi had been more or less fine as fantasy, but now faced with it... “Come on, girl, you know I’m not—”

His voice trailed off as Giraldi moved closer and began to sniff at and study him, seemingly undressing him with his eyes--or worse, figuring out how to undress him just as Marco had done earlier with his armor. Afraid to move, Marco watched as the big earth griffon briefly hooked his beak into the fabric of his shirt tail while sniffing at his human loins, his tongue licking out briefly as he saw and smelled the spreading wetness at his covered cocktip and bead of seed that had formed clear through the stretched fabric.

He quickly determined it was thin enough for him to pierce and tear as he was able to put the point of his beak clean through it, causing a sweating Marco to freeze and hold his breath, certain he was going to get stripped or worse—or better?—by the big earth griffon right then and there.

But to his mingled relief and disappointment, Giraldi pulled back. “Don’t tempt me, Tara Fields. I have not been with another tiercel since some experimentation in my long-ago youth, but I find little aversion to the idea now!” Giraldi’s words caused Marco to feel faint even as his cock tingled fiercely, threatening to betray him even worse than Tara had.

“Neither do I…” Fortrakt admitted as he watched them in keen interest, causing Chris’s head to whip around towards him, only for the smaller tiercel to gape and clamp his talons hard over his beak.

“You know, I think we better give the boys some sex sooner rather than later, Gilda,” Tara told her in amusement. “If we wait too long, they might end up spending all their efforts on each other.”

“As fun as that might be to watch, you’re right, ‘girlfriend’,” a red-cheeked Gilda agreed easily. “You have promises to keep, and so do I. So what say we give these ‘boys’ a show to remember? I love the feel of your fingers, so how about we get each other off?” she suggested with a lustful trill and lick of Tara’s naked navel, pulling back her head enough to find and free her fly fastener with the sharp clicking sound. She followed that up by pulling back one side of the fly sharply to release all the snaps at once, then stuck her beak inside.

“Mmmmm...” Marco watched raptly as she visibly inhaled the odor of her human lover’s sensual spoor deeply, grabbing the attention of not just him, but every male present anew. “I like that. Not so sickeningly sweet like the ponies, but earthy and milky all at once,” she pronounced, causing Marco and Giraldi to sit bolt upright as she licked into the opening to gather some of the wetness that had visibly collected over the top of Tara’s still-hidden slit.

“You make a tempting offer, Grizelda Behertz.” Her use of Gilda’s real name caused Giraldi to rub up hard against a surprised Marco, which he took to mean that use of a full name was some manner of griffon intimacy. “You know, my only other relationship with a female ended because she was way too irresponsible and immature. But it’s clear you’re anything but, so I’d be with you whenever you want.”

“Thanks, Tara. I might just take you up on that. I admit I didn’t have much luck with eaglesses before either for the same reason, but maybe I wasn’t mature enough. Or maybe I just hadn’t found the right one…” she mused as she turned her head to lick at Tara’s belly again, then hooked the bottom of her tight midriff with her beak and sat up partially to pull the stretchy fabric outwards and upwards.

Her efforts left Marco watching in awe as she held it away from Tara’s body long enough for her beautiful breasts to first be squeezed together, and then gradually fall free with a delicious sound of skin sliding against the thin fabric, baring her fully as Tara could only close her eyes and smile.

Whoa... they ARE bigger! Marco was now convinced she’d gained at least half a cup size over what she had before. But what’s causing it...?

Gilda then left the garment bunched up over Tara’s shoulders as she stared at her friend’s exposed mammaries for the first time, mesmerized. “Giraldi’s right. You shouldn’t cover those…” she said in a tone of pure reverence and awe. “They truly are human plumage. Because they’re gorgeous.” She answered Marco’s mental pleas to raise her talons and experimentally squeeze one, making him nearly cream himself into Gilda’s tail tassel on the spot.

“By your ‘crows’, I think she gets it now…” Marco whispered to Giraldi, the big griffon’s earlier threat of taking his tail forgotten, finding the sight of an eagless tongue and set of talons on a human bust an irresistible turn-on.

“As you say, Marco Lakan. Congratulations, Decurion—now you know why I like them so much!” Giraldi added huskily, his left set of talons firmly wrapped around his shaft as Chris watched him raptly, stroking himself slowly while holding up his camera.

“Hope you dweebs enjoy the show…” was all Gilda could say in a low and lustful growl before her voice, if not the titillated trill of her throat, was silenced by a beakful of human nipple.

Though unable to envelop it with her rigid beak, she began using a gentle twisting motion on its prominent nub while working her tongue over the darker-hued areola. The surprisingly effective stimulation elicited an audible coo from Tara; one that immediately caused strong flashbacks in Marco’s memory to the events of their lovemaking a year earlier. Especially as she allowed Gilda to gently push her onto her back on the lounge, keeping her talons and tongue in contact with her breasts the whole time.

“Go, Gilda, go…” A sorely aroused and self-pleasuring Fortrakt called to her in a husky whisper, and Marco fully agreed with his sentiment. He mentally urged the amorous eagless to remove Tara’s shorts next as he finally freed his organ fully and pressed Gilda’s tail tassel against it, reveling in the feel of its soft strands of fur against his sensitive and needy flesh.

Gilda glanced back at him, then down at his lap, her golden eyes going wide as she realized what he was doing. But though her gaze lingered on his exposed organ for a moment, she did not withdraw her tail immediately. Instead, she backed closer to him along the length of the lounge while she laid a line of licks down Tara’s belly, ending at the top of her shorts.

Marco’s heart and shaft leapt further as she then hooked it in her beak and dragged it downward over her thighs to expose Tara’s ‘nest’—now there’s a truly good term! he decided again—finally flicking her tail from his grasp so she could hold it high as she backed towards them, giving him a spectacular and steadily closing view of her wet and swollen sex.

“Grabe!” he unconsciously lapsed into his native Filipino tongue of Tagalog. “Gods above…”

“See what you did to me, Marco Lakan?” Gilda pressed her rear towards him and gave him a very pony-like wink of her aroused and inviting opening from barely a foot away. She stood before him with her forequarters lowered but hindquarters raised, standing them up on the edge of the lounge to put herself at his eye level.

“I’ll have you know that this is all your fault! That crow-damned movie and seeing all those griffon-like humans left me so turned on I’ll rut anything now—even you! You put me in this state! So what, by all the Crows of the Kingdom, are you going to do about it?” She demanded to know in an imperious tone that belied the swaying of her hips at him even as she began to sniff at Tara’s bare nest, leaving Marco and Giraldi speechless while Fortrakt nearly fell to the floor.

“She’s right, Marco,” Tara told him teasingly as she stared down her belly at Gilda’s head, which was poised to pleasure her perfectly smooth sex—good to see she still shaves it! he noted in very distracted approval. “So are you going to leave a lady wanting?”

“Be honored again, Marco Lakan…” an astonished Giraldi advised, using the gentle pressure of a wing against his back to urge him toward her. “For that is once again far more favor than I have ever known her to show another griffon—even me!”

“Not a chance, Tara! And thanks, big guy...” He realized instantly that there was only one thing he could do—an opportunity he would kill himself for not taking! “Sorry, Gilda. Guess I’m in trouble again! Then maybe this will make it up…?he wondered aloud as he licked his lips and leaned his head in, preparing to start eating her out in earnest as he laid his hands on the sides of her powerful hips.