Feathered Hearts - Eros

“See what you did to me, Marco Lakan?” Gilda presented herself in a manner he barely dared to dream the proud and powerful eagless ever would; his cock giving an involuntary spurt directly into his sorely stretched boxers at the very pony-like wink of her inviting and glistening pussy lips—and how apt was that term for a griffon!—from barely a foot away.

He stared transfixed as she stood before him with her forequarters lowered but hindquarters raised and tail curled high over her back, standing up on the edge of the lounge to put herself at his eye level; her somehow-sparkling sex given a rosy and very pleasing glow by the pink aura that surrounded everything in his otherwise uncannily clear vision.

It turned even the slightest of glistening into outright glitter, and his ears heard seemingly every single sensual sound in the room, from Fortrakt slowly stroking himself to the slightly labored breathing of Giraldi standing to his immediate left, licking his lips hungrily at the display of eagless attributes he saw before him.

“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 anycreature 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.

A tone that belied the enticing swaying of her hips at him even as she began to sniff at Tara’s bare slit, leaving Marco and Giraldi speechless while Fortrakt, attempting to see, leaned so far forwards that he stumbled slightly as he nearly fell over onto the floor.

“She’s right, Marco,” Tara told him teasingly as she stared down her bare belly at Gilda’s head, which remained poised to pleasure her perfectly smooth sex—good to see she still shaves it! he noted in very distracted approval, his eyes only briefly darting there. “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! 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 with you again!” he teased as he licked his lips and laid his hands on the sides of her powerful hips, reveling in the simple act of finally—finally!—getting his paws on her exotic body without the danger of being attacked in return.

Or is that why I always wanted to touch her—knowing she could tear me limb from limb over it only made her more desirable? Does the fact she’s so dangerous just make me want her more? Or do I just like how dominant she is…? The slightly disjointed thoughts crossed his mind in his native Tagalog as he gave her sides his first squeeze to taste their texture. “So maybe this will make it up?” he suggested hopefully as his fingers found and settled firmly on her flanks.

Though her feathers ruffled briefly at his touch in what he could only guess was pure reflex—he’d certainly learned that bit of griffon body language from seeing her fury at being touched before—her hips belied the gesture by pushing back eagerly into his grasp. He found them to be both strong and soft, taut and trembling as he began to earnestly squeeze them; his inner fingers spreading out to approach her intimate areas.

Though her hips weren’t as soft or fleshy as those of a human woman, there was still plenty of surface to explore. Just wish I could say I was the first human to grope her! Gathering his courage again—he still wasn’t entirely certain what she would allow from him in terms of touch, and with a rapt Giraldi watching from the side with his wing still pressed into his back—he reached in with his thumbs to spread her lips from either side.

Her opening parted spectacularly, giving his wide brown irises—and Giraldi’s even larger orange ones as they watched from over his shoulder—an eyeful of her impressive feminine depths as her body tensed and a shiver visibly passed through her, responding to both his touch and what he guessed was the simple stretching of her now-exquisitely sensitive surface.

She gave an audible trill at the contact, though this one was higher-pitched and had a far more keening tone than the ones he’d learned griffons used to indicate anger. It didn’t surprise him, though, given how closely linked the movie proved their fighting and mating instincts truly were!

You know, if all I ever need to turn them on is some movie with combat action…? He began to mentally review what other movies he might show them to produce the same or even stronger effects, imagining his movie library granting him the power to seduce any eagless he chose!

And they say pirating movies is a bad thing? He internally snickered. A few titles for future watching suggested themselves, including at least one he really wasn’t supposed to show them. But who cares what a buncha political pansies back in Washington, D.C. think? And who cares about watching more movies NOW?

“Wow, what a perfect pussy…” he paused to admire her feminine depths. They were so different yet similar to human ones, looking almost halfway between feline and human. The size and depth of her eagless sex was easily equal to that of any woman he’d known, but her clit was larger and more prominent. He also swore her body temperature was a degree or two warmer than what he was used to; he could all but feel the intense heat radiating off her. “So hot and juicy…”

“Pussy?” Gilda growled, not entirely playfully, looking fractionally back at him. “You called Dana that name. So are you insulting me with it too, you human dweeb?”

“He’s not insulting you, Gilda. ‘Pussy’ is just one of our slang terms for ‘nest’,” Tara explained slightly huskily. “Have to say, though, I like your term much better than any of ours. It's a lot less vulgar.”

“Oh. Well, in that case, you have a nice nest, too, Tara...” Gilda said as she began to go to work on it; Marco could just hear the delicious sounds of her drawing her long tongue along the length of Tara’s slit, causing her human lover to arch her back and audibly moan. She spread her legs even wider for the eagless crouched before her, propping one leg on the back of the sofa with the other resting on the floor.

Despite the display of griffon femininity before him, Marco had to stop and stare; able to hear the sound of her wet licks even if he couldn’t see the action over Gilda’s head and splayed wings. It was nearly half a minute before she finally came up for air and gave a contented trill, audibly licking her beak clean of Tara’s honey.

“So good… gotta say, I really like all that smooth, soft skin around your opening. It even smells good—earthy and not sickly-sweet like the ponies. Tastes good, too…” Gilda announced as Tara could only stare down at her in a delighted daze.

“I must agree from my own experience, Decurion,” Giraldi said with a sensuous lick as he leaned in closer beside Marco for a better view. He made no attempt to touch her himself, however—maybe because he knows the invitation was only for me? “Her spoor and flavor are unique. I found she responded best to the friction of the beak top against her luscious lips, followed by the insertion of the tongue deep within her depths.”

“Way ahead of you…” Gilda murmured as she plunged her beak back into Tara’s stretched snatch, causing her to stiffen and moan again.

“Save some for me… by all our Ancestors, I wanna taste her, too!” Marco glanced over to see that Fortrakt was now stroking his enhanced equipment with both sets of talons as Chris continued to eagerly film him; he made a two-fingered motion on his phone that suggested to Marco he was trying to zoom on Fortrakt’s phallus.

“Then watch and learn, Second Spear,” Gilda growled, her voice slightly muffled by Tara’s muff. She gave another trill as Marco began to rub her nub with one thumb while daring to probe a bit deeper between her parted lips with the other. She pushed back against his efforts, trying to urge him deeper as she raised her head slightly.

“And what are you waiting for, Marco, an engraved invitation? You’ve got a tongue, right? Get to work!” she ordered, trying to entice him with a wriggle and backwards thrust of her hips.

“Aw, what’s wrong, Gilds? Aren’t my fingers enough?” he asked as he began to move a single finger from his right hand in and out of her. Finding she could easily accommodate a second digit, he swiftly added another, beginning to eye her anal orifice a little further up. It was a very puffy and prominent pucker, he noted instantly, and it even looked like he might be able to gain entry to it easily with just a little lubrication. With a finger or maybe even my—

“As delicious as this is to watch—those soft talons are superb at such sensuous stimulation!—heed my words, and do not make her wait, Marco Lakan,” Giraldi warned him, unconsciously laying his right set of talons on Marco’s denim-covered thigh while continuing to stroke himself to the sight of Gilda being spread and sampled by his human friend’s fingers. “Believe me when I say that eaglesses do not take teasing well.”

“Oh, really?” He got an evil grin.“Why not? Don’t you guys do foreplay?” he asked impishly as he continued to mercilessly molest her, noting the First Spear’s favorable reaction to his efforts and his avian fingers on his leg, starting to rub it right through his jeans.

“For us, fighting is foreplay!” Gilda told him between panting breaths and equally audible licks of Tara’s slit. The latter was now cooing happily as her head hung back over the armrest of the couch, moaning softly to herself; Fortrakt noticed and hurriedly got a pillow to slip under her head, exchanging his first true kiss with her as she reached back to run her hands through his wings. “And we got all the fighting we needed from that Ancestor-blessed movie! So by all the crows, stop talking and start licking!” she ordered him like he was her subordinate.

Well now… guess I’m officially off her shit list! “Yes, ma’ammmmMMPH!” He couldn’t finish before Gilda’s tail snaked around his neck in a show of flexibility and grasping ability that no Terran feline had. She then used it to yank his head hard, directly into her waiting muff.

Marco’s entire world shrunk to Gilda at that moment; aware of little else but the sensual odor of her sex and the feel of her parted lips against his cheeks. “I like you better when you’re not talking. Now get to work!” she told him as she held his head to her, burying it in her oversized feline femininity.

And this time, he obeyed her instantly, holding her hips as he began eating her out, marveling at what was happening to him—happening to them all!

Wait until all my old friends back in the Philippines hear about this! He had the slightly disjointed thought, sparing another glance at his laptop filming them. Hell, wait until they SEE this! He grinned as he picked up the pace, noting the pleasured sounds and stiffened hind legs from Gilda as her tail left his neck and returned to its previous stance, curled high over her back.

He imagined himself the envy of every Terran male in existence at being the first human to orally pleasure a griffon eagless, who was as hot and juicy as any human woman. Her scent was not too unlike a human’s as well; the usual combination of milky and metallic but also possessing a surprisingly sweet component—it almost tasted like she was sweating out cider!

Best… pussy… EVER! he decided as he used his thumbs to pry her lips further apart to allow his tongue deeper access; he felt her tunnel contract around its tip. But what about the rest of her…? He reached forward with both arms to begin groping her flight muscles—an act she had attacked him for previously, but this time her growling trill was far more lustful as he could all but feel her muscles quivering under his efforts.

Wow… if she reacts like that, then they really ARE the griffie equivalent of boobs! he realized in some delight. Okay, so how about her real ones…? He next moved his hand under her leonine belly to find and fondle her teats, causing her legs to buckle briefly as he tweaked the forward set, and then the rearward one, between his thumb and forefingers, eliciting additional hisses of pleasure.

He couldn’t see what Gilda was doing to Tara at that point, but he could still hear licking other than his own; he also felt a set of talons resting on his upper back—Giraldi?—as the large male whispered encouragement to him, telling him what a lucky male he was.

I don’t need to be told that! The fevered thought came as he intensified his efforts; his cock straining at his boxers to the point that he wished Giraldi would free it since his hands were busy, and he couldn’t get enough of Gilda’s exotic body.

His hips began to involuntarily thrust even as he sat on the stool, and for a moment he was in danger of falling off it until Giraldi caught him, picking him up slightly by the back of his pants to scoot the stool further underneath him and closer to the couch. He also took the opportunity to pull his shirt tail free, relieving some pressure on his organ.

“Better, Marko Lakan…?” he asked, to which Marco could only nod his thanks without looking at him, too engrossed in Gilda’s eagless ’nest’ to speak or turn away.

What a wingman! Er… wing-griffon? He didn’t spend too much time considering the correct term before he resumed work on Gilda, sensing from her quivering form and sorely splayed wings she was very close to climax. So was Tara, if the increasing volume of her moans was any indication; she was writhing on the couch as Gilda found enough focus around Marco’s oral efforts to intensify her own. Giraldi’s a real bro! Just hope I can pay him back later...

“By the Ancestors…” Marco heard Fortrakt breathe in a tone of pure reverence; a glance showed him behind Tara with his talons circling her head to settle firmly on her human breasts. He kneaded them to his heart’s content, exchanging occasional kisses with Tara as he did so.

“Your teats feel so good to hold, Tara! So soft and pillowy! So much fun to fondle! And grope Gilda more, Marco…” he further requested as he looked up at her, gaining a slightly mischievous gleam. “I love seeing her turned into a toy like that…”

“You would,” Gilda growled from between Tara’s legs.

“Play nice, you two…” Tara instructed with a trembling voice as she clutched Fortrakt’s talons to her chest, continuing to kiss him. “There’s enough of me for both of you.”

“I make the request as well, Marco Lakan…” Giraldi whispered huskily in his ear, now rubbing shoulders with him as he stroked himself with his left paw while Marco felt his right slip under his shirt tail from behind to rub his bare back. “Intensify your efforts! Explore her eagless body with tongue and talons! Pleasure her and make her your plaything!”

“Et tu, First Spear?” Gilda grumbled, but Marco couldn’t help but note she seemed to respond to the attention by getting turned on further; her wings splaying harder even though his hands were not on them at that moment.

Wow, they really like watching this! And I really like DOING this! Marco instantly obliged them, fondling her wings and flight muscles anew to a fresh growl from Gilda, who was all but squirming in his grasp. He felt Giraldi’s foretalons find his shoulders and then begin to reach around to the front of his chest beneath his arm, finding and gently rubbing a nipple with a talon pad as his head leaned in close enough to Gilda that Marco could feel the big griffon’s breath against his cheek.

It might have all given him some pause, particularly as it felt undeniably good to feel the tiercel’s talons exploring beneath his shirt, but he was beyond caring, wanting only to complete his chosen task.

She’s almost there… he knew from long experience with past girlfriends and Tara as Gilda’s legs began shaking, struggling to remain standing as the erotic sensations Marco was delivering to her overwhelmed her.

Go for the kill! But be careful! If she loses her balance… He wrapped his arms around her hind legs, bracing them while continuing to stimulate her griffon tits with his fingers; he was gratified to find that they did have at least a small area of softer flesh around them not unlike human boobs.

Two wings, four tits, and a pussy that won’t quit? It’s official—I can REALLY get into griffies! He concentrated all his oral efforts on her taut and throbbing clit; his tongue was so sensitive he could feel its very vibration as her pounding heart poured as much blood into the area as possible. I just hope they can get into ME!

When it happened, it happened suddenly as Gilda arched her back hard and threw back her head, giving a sound somewhere between a trill and a yowl. To his delight, Tara climaxed simultaneously from Gilda and Fortrakt’s efforts, gushing nectar into her eagless lover’s agape beak while Gilda herself did the same to Marco, giving him an impossibly large mouthful of honey.

And as sweet as it tastes, it may as well BE honey! he thought in heady delight as he rode her muff all the way through her orgasm, savoring the wave after wave of pleasure he could sense passing through her.

It was another thirty seconds before her climax fully ebbed and her hindquarters collapsed into his waiting arms; he took pains to help ease her down to the sofa as her panting head rested on Tara’s belly. “Well done, Marco Lakan,” Giraldi complimented him, continuing to caress his back, side and chest beneath his shirt. “A superlative display. I nearly came to the sight of it alone!”

Does kinda feel good… he admitted, only slightly uneasily, finally deciding he didn’t care much any more. What can I say? I like the big guy!

“Me too… even from here, that was amazing to watch, Marco!” Fortrakt left Tara’s side to retrieve her a fresh drink after coming so hard. “I might have come, but I held back because I only want to come inside Tara!” he proclaimed proudly as he refilled her mug.

“Excellent discipline, Second Spear,” Giraldi praised while Marco simply basked in the attention and adulation, no longer caring that Giraldi continued to caress him from inside his shirt—at least until he withdrew it to refill Marco’s mug and offer it to him. “Most young tiercels would have exploded from such an erotic sight or tried to join in without an invitation. That you held back on both counts makes you a promising young lover.”

“Wow, thanks, First Spear!” Fortrakt blushed as Marco accepted the mug. He threw it back happily, noting dimly it seemed to pour right through him into his already well-swollen loins and intensify the pink in his vision further, along with heightening all his other senses.

“Here’s hoping I get the chance to prove it. So what was that about never falling for a human, Decurion?” the Second Spear smirked and turned on a stirring Gilda, sitting up beside to show off his prominent phallus to her and Tara; Marco was now certain he’d gained nearly an entire inch of girth on it, adding even more size to its already-impressive stature. “Looks to me like you’ve fallen for two!”

“And one’s fallen for you!” A shaky voice replied, causing Marco to look up and other heads to turn. As he watched, Chris threw back an entire additional mug of cider before throwing all caution to the wind as he saw a fully aroused Fortrakt in front of him. Tossing his phone aside into the cushions and ripping off his shirt to leave himself fully naked, he all but pounced the young tiercel, hugging him from behind. As the entire room watched, he began feeling Fortrakt up from head to toe; even a still-dazed Gilda weakly turned her head to the side and grinned.

But Fortrakt’s reaction was far more surprised as he took a ragged breath at the touch, his wings twitching hard as human fingers began running through them. “Wha? C-Chris?” he called back, but did not resist as, his initial contact not rejected, Chris began removing his pauldrons.

“Sorry, dude, I g-gotta…” he apologized in a trembling voice as he quickly slipped the straps and began to fondle the now well-established erogenous areas of Fortrakt’s griffon body, running his hands all over his wings and flight muscles, which visibly quivered beneath his caress.

“You s-said you wouldn’t mind being with a guy? Well, I love your body and after seeing you pop that first big boner, I’ve been wanting to get my paws on it… and on you... all night…” he all but cooed in Fortrakt’s invisible ear as the stunned but sorely aroused tiercel could only sit speechless and take it. He stared down in shock as the human hands began groping him in earnest, exploring his exotic griffon body freely.

“Well, looks like you have not one, but two human admirers, Second Spear,” Giraldi noted in amusement from the cider keg. “I do hope you will not let all this attention and favor go to your head.”

“A dweeb to the end, eh, Fortrakt?” A still-panting Gilda teased. “So, are you going to let a human guy get you off… right here... in front of everybody?” she impressed Marco by remembering to use the human term instead of everycreature, which he found very awkward.

Fortrakt took a ragged breath at the suggestion, his cock giving a quick but sharp spurt of clear fluid onto the floor in front of him. “No… no! I… I…” The denial died in his throat, causing Marco to grin.

Well, now… he may not be gay, but based on the available evidence, I do believe our birdie boi’s a consummate exhibitionist! Marco realized, then got a very evil idea, reaching over to turn his laptop camera towards the pair from where they’d been trained on Tara and Gilda before. “Just so you know, I’m filming this, Fortrakt. And we’ll be showing it to all of Chris’s friends when we go back home.”

Fortrakt gaped even as his green eyes glazed over. “But… that’s…”

“Why stop with Chris’ friends? Why not show it to all his griffon ones, too?” Gilda gave a wicked grin. “I’m sure they’d love to see how big and showy you are!”

“Good point, Decurion,” Even Giraldi piled on, his smile becoming lopsided. “Such superb stature deserves to be seen and shared by all!”

Fortrakt’s face flushed and his hips gave an involuntary buck as Chris pulled his half-avian, half-feline form back against him, into an embrace. “B-but I-I’m n-not…” the words were quickly lost as his green-eyed gaze cast about to find all eyes on him. He responded instantly to the attention, his foretalons coming off the floor to fully reveal his impressive griffon equipment as Chris’s right hand snaked down his body to close on its visibly throbbing form.

As Marco watched with what he found to be a surprisingly strong interest—well, Fortrakt liked watching when I did Gilda, so why shouldn’t I watch when Chris does him? He rationalized somewhat weakly—his longtime friend stroked and squeezed it expertly with his thumb rubbing the griffon’s more tapered head; using his steadily drooling seed to lube up the deep red organ from bulb to tip.

“Ooooh…” Fortrakt half-moaned, half-trilled the expression of pleasure as he surrendered fully to the newly slickened stimulation, his wings going even wider as Chris nuzzled his neck and ran his other hand over his feathered chest. “By the crows, why does that feel so…” the rest was lost as Chris began to rain kisses on the base of his wings, causing his voice to catch.

“Think you’ve made a new convert, Chris,” Tara told him as the pair were now the center of attention for the entire room; Gilda moving up to snuggle with her so they could both turn to the side and watch the unexpected show. “Having a good time?”

“Are you kidding? God above, look at me—I’m really doing a griffon…” was the only reply Chris could make as he stroked Fortrakt’s now-nearly ten inch phallus, eliciting a steady stream of sensual drool onto the wooden floor.

He then sat back with an unresisting Fortrakt, leaving them propped against the couch with the tiercel sitting on his bare lap and his cock sticking up hard enough between the feline hindquarters to lift his balls; he caressed his new lover’s feathered golden eagle chest and furred cougar belly with his left hand while reaching down to fondle the tiercel’s brown-furred and nearly tennis ball-sized testicles with his right; Marco guessed they’d doubled their size since the start of the night.

He visibly reveled in their heft and Fortrakt’s helplessly aroused reaction; his exotic cock twitching and drooling at the stimulation despite his own increasingly feeble denials. “I’m not a… but your talons feel… your spear’s against my sac… and everycreature’s watching me…”

“That’s right,” Gilda agreed with a grin Marco could only describe as one of malicious glee. “So you liked it when I was made a plaything? Look at you now! Everycreature’s watching you and seeing how you’re being made gay!”

“Being... made…” the involuntary thrust of his hips announced his enjoyment of the idea as Chris pressed the head of his longer organ to the base of Fortrakt’s, stroking them both together, silencing him in an instant as Fortrakt surrendered fully to the stimulation. “Y-yes…”

“Best… night… ever!” Chris proclaimed as Marco reached over to his laptop and on a whim, started one of his erotic mixes playing, which he’d last used on Tara a year earlier.

EROTIC & SEXUAL CLASSY LOUNGE MUSIC VOL.2 - MIXED BY NANAR (2020)

But it didn’t quite have the effect he hoped for. “And just what is this dweebiness?” Gilda groused from beside Tara. “Sounds like something I’d hear from a second-rate singer in a Las Pegasus lounge!”

“I must concur, Marco Lakan.” Giraldi told him apologetically. “That may do for ponies, but not for griffons.”

“Yeah, wrong mix, Marco,” Tara told him as she reached down to exchange a kiss with Gilda; their tongues dancing together deliciously for a moment. “You know by now these birds love battle, so anything you play should be based on that!”

“Okay, okay!” Marco grumbled slightly, throwing up his hands. “As it happens, I do have a few epic battle mixes I use when I need a little motivation. So let’s see… how about this, Gilds?”

EROTIC & SEXUAL CLASSY LOUNGE MUSIC VOL.2 - MIXED BY NANAR (2020)

THIS WAR OF MINE | Epic Uplifting Powerful Music Mix | 2 Hours

“Much better,” Gilda granted, bobbing her head slightly as the beat began to take hold. “I guess you have some redeeming qualities, Marco Lakan.”

“Agreed. And I do like the images that accompany the song,” Giraldi told him as he stared at the far wall. “You seem to have a knack for arousing griffons, Marco Lakan.”

“Thanks, big guy. Then let’s make it even better!” Getting another idea, Marco piped his camera feed into the projected image against the far wall so Fortrakt could see his own seduction, reducing the image from the video to a rectangle in the corner.

“By the sacred sacs and spears of my Ancestors...” he barely croaked as his eyes locked onto his own image and saw himself being felt up and fondled before the entire room. “I’m really being…”

“Being a tiercel-tucking dweeb? You sure are, Second Spear. And now everycreature can see it!” Gilda pointed out gleefully again, to which Fortrakt took another shuddering breath and stiffened as Chris reached down to cup and roll his large balls with one hand while continuing to caress his chest, belly and wingbase with the other, seemingly unable to get enough of his catbird body.

“Y-you’re one to talk!” Fortrakt could just manage in a shaky voice, though his green eyes never left his own projected image on the wall. “You’re laying with a human eagless!”

“Yep. Because she earned me by taking out Dana and just being an all-around awesome friend. And so did Marco after acting honorably to defend Chris and turning me on so hard with that movie, never mind what he can do with his music, talons and tongue. On the other wing, it looks like you earned a male human admirer just by being so adorably dweeby, Second Spear. Sure looks like he’s enjoying you, too!”

“I sure am!” Chris used Fortrakt’s own copious amount of clear fluid from his steadily leaking spear—kinda do like that as a slang term for cock! Marco decided—to insert a single finger beneath his tail. The action caused Fortrakt’s feline spine to stiffen as he took a sharp breath; both his ‘spearhead’—was that the term they would use?—and the bulge at the base of his cock visibly flaring as his friend found and massaged what Marco guessed was Fortrakt’s prostate. “Just relax, Fortrakt… I promise you’ll love this…”

“Looks like he already does!” Marco pointed out as Fortrakt continued to gape, his eyes and beak wide as Chris added a second finger beneath his tail, stretching him out further while forcing a stiff-legged Fortrakt to stand up slightly and raise his hindquarters, positioning him over his human lover’s erect and throbbing cock.

Shifting the focus of the lens slightly to focus on the new area of action, he was amazed at how erotic he found the scene; he looked down to realize he had finally freed himself fully and was slowly stroking his shaft to the sight of his best friend finally getting some griffon tail.

Good to know the griffies can get off on a little backdoor action, too! He suddenly regretted not availing himself of Gilda’s when he had the chance, staring it in the face along with her eagless sex. I’ll fix that later! But for now…

“Take that tail, Chris!” he implored as he glanced down to realize Giraldi was studying his erection with some interest and turned slightly towards him, but he was too turned on and in too good of a mood after getting off Gilda to to worry about whether it was gay. “But not just yet!” He hopped down from his stool slightly awkwardly to place his laptop on the floor and move it closer to the pair, enabling it to look up at the action.

“No problem!” his red-headed friend promised as he positioned his head against Fortrakt’s now well-lubed anal opening. He raised his right hind leg enough to give Marco’s camera a good view, which it obediently projected onto the far wall, showing Chris’s now-eight inches—he’d gained two!—poised to enter him.

“By all my Ancestors and the Griffon Gods of old...” was all Fortrakt could manage as his head remained fixed on the image; his balls and beneath his tail displayed prominently along with Chris’ cock poised at his entrance. “He’s going to… I’m going to be…”

“Tucked!” Giraldi and Gilda gleefully chorused with the pony term for rutting as Chris sank the head of his organ into him, causing Fortrakt’s wings and claws to splay harder as he gave a sharp hiss of breath. His initial resistance was quickly overcome; each upward thrust of Chris’s hips into the griffon sitting on his lap sank him deeper and elicited a twitch and spurt from Fortrakt’s organ, which flopped freely as Chris clutched his chest and belly, running his hands all over him.

Within just a few thrusts, Chris had hilted him and looked very happy as he peered out from under Fortrakt’s rigid left wing, focusing his efforts on his flight muscles. Fortrakt could only clutch the hands to him in a daze as he leaned back heavily against his human lover, his hips starting to give fresh thrusts of their own as Chris’s hand snaked down to his spear again.

“Looks like they’re enjoying themselves,” Tara noted idly, reaching down to finger herself with some slippery sounds as a glance towards them showed that Gilda was nuzzling her neck while working her human lover’s breasts with her talons; Marco wasn’t sure when it happened, but the pair of females had switched positions so Gilda was spooning her from behind, which Marco guessed was an easier side-lying pose for them with Gilda’s flared wings

Wish I had a second camera set up! “And we’re enjoying the show!” Marco added as he zoomed his laptop camera onto Fortrakt’s very prominent phallus, showing Chris’s fingers wrapped around it.

“I…” Fortrakt’s eyes went wide and beak gaped anew as the projection showed his enormous erection, nearly filling the far wall for all to see; as they watched, he gave another visible spurt in it. “Ancestors above…”

“Good one, Marco…” a breathless and very happy Chris praised as his other hand reached down to cup and fondle Fortrakt’s balls again. “Please tell me you’re recording this?”

“You know it, dude!” Marco promised as he crouched before them, propping the laptop on a floor pillow to make sure it had the best view of them. “And we’ll be able to play it back whenever we want!”

“Whenever we want…” Fortrakt’s eyes unfocused and his voice dropped to a whisper as Chris continued to rain kisses and caresses on him, milking his cock for the camera.

“Yep. And we can take this projector anywhere, you know. So maybe we’ll play it to the Marines as part of their cultural training? How’d you like that, Fortrakt?” Tara suggested slyly with a mug of cider.

It also allowed Gilda’s talons to find and close on her human breasts again, which he swore grew fractionally as she gulped down her latest drink.

Wow! It wasn’t just my imagination; she really HAS gotten a bigger bust! Must be some kind of crazy magic! Is it the cider? Nah, that’s just silly... Marco decided in passing as Gilda spoke up next.

“Why stop there? There’s a few pony-run movie theaters in Arnau. I’m sure he’d love to be on the big screen!” she said evilly. “Just think, Second Spear—you could be watched by hundreds of griffons a week!” Her grin got broader as Fortrakt gaped even wider.

“Just hundreds? When we take this home, we can post it online!” Marco suggested as he laid the laptop on the floor. “What that means is, millions of humans will be able to watch you whenever they want!”

“M… millions?” the young tiercel barely squeaked, looking ready to come on the spot.

“So don’t disappoint your audience, now or later, cub,” Giraldi landed the finishing blow as he upended the bowl Marco had filled for him into his maw; once again Marco swore the added liquid made his griffon sac and shaft swell fractionally further. “Give them a good show and spurt your seed for all to see!”

“N-No…” Fortrakt whimpered even as he visibly shivered and his cock spurted clear fluid again; he looked to Marco like he was holding off his impending orgasm with every shred of his faltering will. “P-please… only want to… come inside… Tara!” he pleaded with them all.

“You poor boy.” Tara chuckled as she continued to watch, holding Gilda’s claws to her chest. “You were right, Gilda. He’s got it bad for me.”

“Well, I guess I can’t blame him, now,” Gilda granted with a smirk even as she continued to gently milk Tara’s mammaries. “So do I, ‘girlfriend’. Can’t get enough of you… or these!” She punctuated her statement with a squeeze of Tara’s big boobs and a light nip of her ear, drawing the eyes of Marco and Giraldi, who was rubbing up against him again.

“Love you too, Gilda. But Fortrakt needs some love from me as well. I promised I’d reward him, and I’d hate for him to break his vow. So hold him still, Chris…” she directed as she got up from the couch and sauntered over to Fortrakt, bending over to kiss him on his head and dangle her breasts briefly in his face.

“T-Tara…” Fortrakt went shaky again. “F-feels so good… so close… l-love being seen… c-can’t hold back m-much longer…” he warned her, unable to do much but nose and lick at her boobs, nuzzling and raising them slightly with his panting beak.

“And you don’t have to…” she cooed in his ear. She then crouched before him, causing Marco to grin as he realized her intention, envying Fortrakt for it. “You can give it all to me.”

Whoa now—this should blow his mind good, along with his cock! Marco panned the camera out slightly to make sure a naked Tara was fully into the shot.

She glanced at him and grinned. “Just enjoy this, Fortrakt. You earned it—and me—when you stood up for me.”

“Th-thanks, b-but what are you…?” Fortrakt croaked as he watched Tara lower her head towards his lap…

And then pillow his cock between her breasts as she began to slurp noisily down on the head of his spear, causing Fortrakt’s eyes to bulge, his beak to fall open further and wings to flare even wider.

“This is what we call ‘paizuri’, my griffon friend!” Marco announced happily as Fortrakt could only gape, his gaze flickering from her head to the image on the wall. “And you’re the first griffon to experience it!”

“The second, actually,” Giraldi announced as he took his place beside Marco again to get a closer look. “I was honored to receive it as well.”

“Lucky griffie…” he granted as Fortrakt’s initial shock and openmouthed amazement at the act quickly turned to one of pure sensual bliss, able to only collapse back against Chris and wave his paws weakly at the air as he was pleasured by two humans, from two sides and two different genders.

“Oooooh….” he moaned again, trying to simultaneously push back against Chris while thrusting forward into Tara. “By all the gods of our race, I’m in Valhalla…” he further announced, his tongue lolling out of his beak as a glance towards Gilda showed she had sat up and inserted her talons between her legs, her eyes wide and expression rapt as she watched the scene unfold.

“Enjoying yourself, Decurion?” Giraldi asked, following Marco's gaze to her.

“Gotta admit, I am,” she said, finally slithering off the sofa to pad over to Tara and watch the scene closer, sitting on the other side of Marco as he knelt on a pillow; he dimly realized that at that point, he was the only one even partially clothed, unless you counted Giraldi’s armor. “These humans can turn me on and mate in ways I never even dreamt of!” she said as she threw back her latest bowl of cider.

“We’ve got more…” Marco promised as he took a chance, resting a hand on their shoulders before beginning to rub the base of their erect wings. But this time, Gilda gave only an obligatory feather ruffle and weak warning trill at his touch while Giraldi made no objection as he began to undo his pauldron straps. “And I’ll be happy to show you both!”

“Take care, Marco Lakan...” Giraldi warned him, though he made no effort to stop him as first one, and then the other pauldron fell to the floor. “To remove a griffon’s armor is considered an open invitation to mating.”

Marco felt his anal orifice give a perfunctory pucker, but he didn’t stop, going to work on the big griffon’s leather chestplate buckles—or was it more properly called a cuirass?—releasing them one by one. “And do you mind?” he asked as he reached around to grope Gilda’s right side flight muscles, feeling like the luckiest guy in either world at that moment to have not one but two desirable griffons on either side of him, allowing him to undress and molest them.

Well, maybe aside from Fortrakt! He hastily added as he watched Tara go down on him with increasing abandon.

“Not at all. That is why you should take care,” he reminded him, slightly huskily as his chest covering fell free with a soft flumping sound to bare his jaguar-furred and osprey-feathered torso fully.

But before Marco could answer, Fortrakt called out again. “Ancestors, look at me! I’m between two humans… being tucked by a human tiercel… being taken by both… and I’m… being… filmed!” His final declaration released his long awaited climax as his entire body went rigid and back arched sharply against Chris, clamping down on him hard as he thrust up into Tara’s waiting mouth, releasing a loud and very passionate yowl. Her eyes went wide as he released his first gush, he could see her throat muscles trying to rapidly swallow it.

To Marco’s amazement, she succeeded in keeping most of it in despite the best efforts of Fortrakt’s frantically thrusting and twitching organ to slip free, letting loose only a thin line of sperm connecting her lips to his organ and even one or two dribbles that made it down to her breasts.

“Mmmm…” she said as she licked her cheeks and fingers clean; a dazed and speechless Fortrakt could only look at her in pure worship, his wings and shaft only barely softening before both went rigid again. “There you go, Second Spear. Just like you wanted. You came inside me with not a drop wasted,” she said as she raised his chin to kiss him, already urging his organ back to hardness with gentle strokes of her hand.

“And so did I!” a panting Chris added gleefully; the pink flush on his normally pale cheeks telling Marco that he had come as well. “That was my best nut ever... I love your body and I love your tail, buddy!” he told a still-speechless Fortrakt, who made no effort to push off him, seemingly very content where he was.

“I’d never have guessed. But I got it all on video!” Marco announced grandly as he leaned forward over his laptop, intending to replay the scene for all to enjoy anew. “So how about we—” he began again, only to freeze when he felt Giraldi’s beak hook the back of his pants and begin to pull them down over his rear, his hot breath felt keenly in the cleft of his slightly sweaty cheeks.

“Sorry, Marco Lakan…” Giraldi said apologetically but huskily as he began pulling his jeans off his legs with his beak alone, causing them to peel backwards. “But your offer to rut is accepted. I have already experienced one exquisite human tail this night, and after seeing how much Christopher McLain enjoyed the Second Spear’s, I now wish to know another…”