Feathered Hearts - Eros

Of all the sights Fortrakt Gletscher ever thought he would see in his life or still-young military career, that of Decurion Grizelda Behertz—his proud and longtime partner who had never shown even the slightest sexual interest or submissive tendencies towards anycreature before—on her back offering up her belly breasts to the groping talons of a human male was very low on the scroll.

But as she lay there before him with her hind legs spread wide and newly marked with his seed, which he felt fiercely proud and virile to see was so copious it had coated her brown-furred breasts, white-feathered chest, rosy cheeks and agape beak alike, he reflected that if he died that night, he would perish a happy and contented tiercel.

For what else was left for him to accomplish, having been rutted by a male human, helped another have his first tiercel-tucking experience, taken the nest of his dream human eagless, and for the coup de grâce—he had learned Prench as a cub to help his flight-crippled sire run his various business ventures after his mother abandoned them—he’d turned the tables on her superior and made her as much of a human tuck toy as she’d enjoyed seeing him.

“So how about it, Gilds? Can I take your teats, too?” Marco asked eagerly with his hands hovering over her lowest pair of bulging breasts; his spear standing straight out directly above her swollen and glistening nest, slowly drooling over it.

Gilda gaped at him, her wide eyes darting back and forth between his human hands and phallus; to look at her in the low light, Fortrakt almost thought her normally golden eyes had acquired a pinkish hue. Or was it just the pink halo ringing everything in his vision, making his human friends and griffon comrades all but glow in additional enticement?

He wasn’t sure, but he also didn’t care about anything but seeing Gilda’s sexual subjugation unfold. “Fine.” To Fortrakt’s surprise and delight, she surrendered to Marco’s sensual request without any further mental urging—who in hindsight was almost the last creature Fortrakt would have thought Gilda would take a fancy to.

“Crows take it. This feels so good, and I‘m so turned on by that movie’s Ancestor-blessed combat scenes that I can’t fight it anymore. I’m covered in the Second Spear’s seed, and yet all I want is more of it. So my teats are yours now, Marco Lakan. Touch them and tuck them all you like. You can even mark me from wingtip to tail if that’s what you want.” Despite her unsteady tone, she reached down to present the lower pair of her breasts to her delighted human paramour, her manner a mixture of desperate desire and total disbelief.

Marco took a ragged breath as his hips bucked once at the offer, causing him to nearly fall forward face-first into her presented belly. “Wow! Thanks, Gilds! I will!”

“You’re welcome, dweeb.” She sounded resigned but then her old attitude abruptly resurfaced as she suddenly clamped her hindquarters down hard on his hips, trapping him long enough to pin him with a stare. “But by all the Crows of the Kingdom, Marco Lakan, if I allow you to do this? Then there had better be even more of that incredible battle action ahead, or else!”

But far from frightened or chagrined, Marco only grinned, placing his hands over her talons to squeeze and knead her mammaries along with her, taking obvious pains on his own volition to coat his talons—and the lightly-furred surfaces of her newly formed ‘boobs’—with as much of Fortrakt’s fluid as he could. “Now don’t you worry your tasseled tail about that, Gilda. Because both Chris and Tara will tell you that the best is yet to come!”

“He’s not lying, Gilda,” Chris confirmed as he watched the scene unfold alongside Giraldi. “Without giving away what happens, the climactic battles are spectacular and very satisfying to watch. At this point, I’m so keyed up they’d even get me off!”

“Yeah, I’ve seen them too,” Tara added, wrapping her hands around Gilda’s torso to caress her chest with one hand and a wingbase with the other. “I’m not into that stuff as much as they are, but I can still appreciate a good fight. Especially when the outcome is a well-deserved revenge.”

“Ancestors…” Gilda shivered and her eyes closed as she tried to imagine it, pulling Marco more tightly against her. “I can’t wait!”

Marco watched with her glee. “Whoa… so you really do like these scenes! Then maybe I should skip right to the best part of the movie? And of this…?” He began to grind the long length of his gently curved shaft against the top of her slit, parting its lips while taking pains to rub its surface against the no-longer nub that sat there, which Fortrakt suddenly noted was nearly as big as a human thumb talon.

Gilda gave a squawk reminiscent of a teenage eagless at the unexpected stimulation that Fortrakt exchanged a knowing grin with Giraldi over. Her hips bucked briefly as she visibly fought off another incipient orgasm, leaving Fortrakt guessing that she didn’t want to come from that!

Don’t fight it, Gilda… he told her mentally as he stroked himself to the sight of her. He wanted badly to see her reduced into a helpless pile of sex—wanted to see his proud and previously untouchable partner surrender her body and boundaries fully to the human she had hated the most. And for a single delicious moment, he was certain she would as he saw the repeated contractions of her muscles around his human member. It left him with the impression that her nest was all but grasping for it, desperate to have it within her. You know you want him…

And yet, despite her clearly intense desires, she again resisted him. “Stay… out of my… nest…” she just managed to say even as he mentally leaned into her, causing her opening to begin winking and watering harder. “I m-mean it, Marco Lakan! Stay out! Maybe you’ve earned the rest of me, but you haven’t earned that!” she ordered him as imperiously as she could even as her voice and body belied her words, the former quavering badly while her legs spread wider and made no effort to push him back, her hips arching slightly to try to thrust more of her sensual surface against him.

Marco noticed as well. “Aw... Are you sure, Gilds?” He playfully thrust his enormously enhanced spear between her parted lips, coating his shaft with her hot honey which, like everything else, smelled strongly of cider and glistened pink in Fortrakt’s vision. “Don’t fight it, girlfriend. I can tell that you want me…”

He pulled back just enough to position his head at her opening, a line of her nectar connecting his shaft to her slit. “And if you let me take you, I’ll skip right over all the ‘dweeby’ parts of the movie to show you the awesome ending!” he offered for further enticement, causing Gilda to waver hard.

“No! Don’t do that!” Chris objected strenuously. “Then they’ll miss all the leadup and the Doolittle raid! They won’t understand what led to it! There’s also another good combat scene that comes as soon as they get back to the carrier!”

“I must concur. ‘Dweeby’ or not, I want to see the full backstory on this coming battle so I may better understand its context, including the course of events that lead to it,” Giraldi agreed. “And as much as I might like to see her fully mated for the first time, you should respect the Decurion’s wishes and not try to bribe her with battle scenes, Marco Lakan. She is a griffon eagless. That means her nest is sacred and a worthy male may only claim it through trial of combat.”

“Marco…” Tara said warningly from behind Gilda. “You heard him, and her. So back off. She said no.”

“Aw…” To Fortrakt’s surprise and amazement, he did, stepping away slightly with a sigh as his rigid spear slackened slightly. “You’re right, Tara. I want her to want me, not my movies. And I definitely don’t want to get on her bad side. Or yours.” But his drop in mood was short-lived as he looked up at Gilda again, who had slumped against Tara in what Fortrakt could only describe as both relief and disappointment.

“You said I could take your teats, so that’s what I’m going to do. I really do want your nest, but only if I’ve earned it properly like a griffon would. But what about your tail, Gilds? If you like the ending battle enough, can I have that later?”

She gaped at him again as her tail twitched while her nest winked and squirted hard onto his spear, offering its own eager answer. “M-maybe. But only if I really like them. And only if you satisfy me here!”

“No problem!” Marco promised, stepping over her slightly to lay his long length of phallic flesh along her lower belly. He watched wide-eyed as its girth quickly sank into the space between her bulbous breasts, vanishing from view except its base and head as the sides of the massive mounds closed back over it, aided by his human hands cupping her upper set and pushing them inward.

“Oh, fuck that’s good…” he groaned as he began to lightly thrust forward. “I love your griffon boobs and body, Gilds.”

“I’d n-never have guessed…” Gilda managed shakily, her eyes fixed on her belly as she saw her flesh fondled; her body automatically reacted to it as the smell of cider around her only grew stronger. “Crows take it… will you stop getting bigger?” Gilda ordered her disobedient breasts, which only swelled larger at her words as if in mocking rebellion, now so big that Fortrakt thought not even Giraldi’s massive talons could fully span the girth of one.

‘There. See what happens when you ask permission first, Marco?” Tara teased him, reaching down Gilda’s body to present her upper set of ‘boobs’ and gently rub the wet nubs of her teats, which were easily more than double their original size. They each capped a newly formed mammary mound that was easily grasped by a full set of human fingers and then some, though they weren’t individually as large as Tara’s. “Sometimes we say yes. Just remember, she’s my girlfriend. So you’d better treat her well and make her feel good, or you answer to me.”

“Since I don’t want to get decked, I promise, Tara,” Marco murmured happily as he began to thrust wetly between the seed-soaked surfaces of Gilda’s lightly furred ‘tits’, their masses pushed in against his shaft by human and griffon talons to create a form-fitting tunnel that caused Fortrakt to lick his lips as they stimulated every uncia of his human organ. “And don’t worry, First Spear. I’m just lubing her up for you. You can take her teats after me,” he further promised with a glance over his shoulder at Giraldi.

“Thank you, Marco Lakan. It is truly a remarkable act…” Giraldi noted again as Marco arched his back forward. He groaned as he pushed his organ as far forward as he could into her cavernous cleavage; enough that the upper third of his spear emerged out the top to point directly at Gilda’s head. “I look forward to my own turn.”

“You won’t be disappointed, big guy. This is the best boob job ever,” Marco announced with a wink as Gilda glared. “I ain’t gonna last long, Gilds. You’re gonna be covered in more cum soon. Though you know, you didn’t leave much of her chest and face uncovered for me, Second Spear.” He teased mildly.

“Sorry, but there’s always her wings,” Fortrakt pointed out, making a show of baring his throat in contrition. “I’d love to see them covered in ‘cream’. Maybe you can do one wing and the First Spear could do the other?” he suggested slyly, adding some mental encouragement to the offer.

“You would,” Gilda only weakly groused, her eyes still fixed on Marco’s spear moving slickly between her breast quartet while her cheeks only grew hotter to hear how she was going to be marked next. She looked for a moment like she was going to protest again, but either due to the sensual stimulation or Fortrakt’s mental pressure, her wings only stiffened further at the idea as Marco’s hands replaced Tara’s against her upper set of mammaries so Tara could begin massaging her wingbase, causing them to arch harder upwards. “Oooooooohhhh…”

“I find that to be an acceptable offer, Second Spear,” Giraldi said as he slowly stroked himself to the sight of his superior on her back with her sexual submission being openly discussed in front of her, to which Gilda’s cheeks only flushed further and her squirming grew along with her four breasts. “Or alternately, the two of us could do each wing at once. It seems only fitting that griffon spears should mark griffon attributes, after all.”

Fortrakt’s phallus spurted once at the image of it while Gilda’s beak dropped open. “I like that. Then why wait? While Marco is taking her teats, we could rut her wings and mark them!” he suggested eagerly.

“An excellent idea, Second Spear. May we proceed, Decurion?” Giraldi asked with a bared throat. His words caused Gilda to gape harder as they didn’t wait for her response before positioning themselves at the midpoint of her flared wings. They sat at the point where the curve of its leading edge was the sharpest, knowing that was where the wing was under the most tension and thus, the most sensually sensitive.

“My wings? But… that’s… Ah!” Gilda squawked hard as Fortrakt took a chance by rubbing his shaft against her feathers and started openly fondling her pinions, earning a muffled curse as he took such a blatant liberty. Gilda’s glazed gaze flickered back and forth as they sat back to display their spears and began stroking them before her supremely sacred and equally sensual wings.

Seeing her reaction and hearing her lack of objection, the two males then boldly inserted their organs into her wings beneath the leading edge, making space between her pinions until they poked up directly through her brown quivering feathers.

Use of the wings in such a way was an incredibly taboo act to griffons, and Fortrakt could only guess that was why it felt so incredibly good to him. And to her, as Gilda continued to squawk and squirm.

“So stiff yet so soft…” Giraldi breathed as he began rocking his hips to move his member in and out of her wing, treating its surfaces not unlike Marco was Gilda’s teats. “Such supremely sensual surfaces! Such varied stimulation and such unique sensations! Why is this act anathema, Second Spear?” he abruptly asked.

“I don’t know, First Spear, but it shouldn’t be!” Fortrakt agreed as he duplicated the motion, delighting in seeing his spear disappear and then reappear between her primaries and secondaries alike, leaving small strings of his seed attached to them.

“Ancestors know it’s a totally useless taboo! Feathers are perfect for phalluses! Just look at us, Decurion!” He invited her to stare at the projected image on the wall, which had shifted from the movie to a closeup of Fortrakt’s spear in her wing as Chris had moved over to Marco’s laptop to control it, pointing it at them.

Gilda’s eyes moved to the image and went wide. Staring at it with her beak agape to see her state, she trembled and took a sudden breath. And then she came explosively with a loud avian trill, her rigid wings stiffening further at the sight as she arched her back and belly up into Marco’s spear.

“Wow, Gilda. You really do like that!” Marco realized, having slowed his thrusts to watch the show and savor the feel of her mammaries against his spear. “In that case, I wanna try your wings myself later…” he said as Gilda continued to be wracked by spasms for several seconds before her pulses of pleasure started to slow and her body finally relaxed again, with even her wings slackening slightly.

“Crows take it… I do. And every time I see or imagine battle, I only want more of this…” Defeated and realizing there was no point in denying her enjoyment given her trembling body, Gilda relented completely. Releasing her lower set of teats at Fortrakt’s mental command, she reached out with both sets of talons over her wings to grasp their tiercel spears to squeeze and stroke them, letting her two tiercel subordinates thrust into her grasp while Tara and Marco took over cupping her belly breasts and pushing them against Marco’s spear. “But by my order, you two better mark all of me!”

“By your command, Decurion…” Giraldi replied silkenly. “I would not wish my superior to be disappointed in my efforts.”

“Or me!” Fortrakt quickly said, staring down in amazement at the sight of Gilda’s talons wrapped around his organ as it poked up between the pinions of her hopelessly aroused wing; the movement of his member against it causing visible twitches and flicks of the sensitive surfaces.

“Gods… this is all so hot… please tell me we’re recording this, Chris?” Marco wanted to make sure, glancing over at him as he continued to thrust slowly between Gilda’s mammaries.

“We are,” the other human male confirmed, pointing Marco’s laptop down Gilda’s belly to take a close-up of his fellow human’s spear moving into and out of her cleavage, leaving streaks of clear fluid in its wake. He then zoomed back out to show her wings being claimed by Fortrakt and Giraldi, who were thrusting through her feathers into her talons with steadily more force. “You know, we might have to set up a full-blown porn site for all this when we get back.”

“Leave that to me,” Marco said breathlessly as he took pains to show the full length of his member in the image and that it was pointed at her head. “I got a friend back in the Philippines who’ll give us a good rate on one.”

“Of course you do…” Tara said with a roll of her eyes even as she continued to present Gilda’s upper set of teats and press them against Marco’s member. “Can we at least be tasteful about it? I really don’t want to be on some skanky site with tons of crappy webcam ads.”

“I already told you, Tara, I don’t do skanky,” Marco rejoined easily. “It’ll be nothing but the finest of filth for us!”

“Are you sure you don’t want to partake in this unique pleasure yourself, Christopher McLain?” Giraldi suddenly asked. “As we have already shared Marco Lakan, and you have proven yourself as honorable a friend and lover as you are knowledgeable of military tactics and history, I would be more than happy to share the Decurion’s beautiful and exquisite eagless body with you.”

Chris looked startled while Gilda’s eyes went wide, her eyes darting over to him in what Fortrakt judged was surprise to hear herself called beautiful.

“I, uh, appreciate the offer, big guy, but… I’m kind of exclusively a ‘tiercel-tucker,’” he insisted, though Fortrakt judged his mind was suddenly turning given he was slowly stroking himself to the sight of Gilda’s subjugation. “Boobs and ‘nests’ don’t really do it for me. Cocks and balls do. Along with nice physiques.”

“Aw… seriously, Chris?” Tara teased as she continued to push Gilda’s upper set of breasts into the middle third of Marco’s organ. “You were never interested in any girl?”

“Lay off him, Tara,” Marco requested with a rare note of warning even as his eyes were closed and he continued to savor the sensation of taking Gilda’s teats happily. “If he says he’s not into girls, he’s not.”

“No, it’s okay,” Chris said cautiously. “I tried once, but… it didn’t work out.”

“Just once?” Tara asked him in confusion. “Lots of people have bad first times.”

“For us as well,” Giraldi added as he sat back and thrust up through Gilda’s wings and into her talons; his spine and neck arched. “As I earlier told Tara Fields, that is why it is important that at least one party is experienced.”

“It wasn’t that, it was…” The eyes of Chris went distant and pain appeared in his gaze.

“Lay off him, Tara.” Marco warned her again in an air that Fortrakt judged meant he knew what happened, his thrusts suddenly slowing as he pinned her with a stare. “I mean it. It’s private, and I don’t want him hurt again, okay?”

“Hurt again?” Tara asked in confusion while a shadow crossed Chris’s face. “Sorry, I’m not trying to press…”

“It’s okay, Tara. But yeah, I think I’ll sit this one out,” he decided as he distracted himself by continuing to manipulate the laptop camera. “That’s not to say I don’t like the show, though. We’re still waiting for the money shot, Marco!”

“Don’t worry. It’s not long in coming! Pun intended…” He groaned as he started to thrust harder again. “I got a little distracted there, but not anymore! Best boob job ever…” he repeated as he grabbed his mug from the side table and threw back the remainder of the cider inside of it. His spear immediately started to lengthen and balls began to bulge again, each of the latte reasily the size of a grapefruit while his phallus reached what Fortrakt estimated to be an unheard of thirteen uncia.

Seeing that, Fortrakt fumbled for his own bowl and drank more, causing an identical effect along with an immediate increase in sensitivity, leaving him certain he could feel every innumerable barb of his former partner’s brown-hued pinions against him.

“Ancestors above…” he muttered to feel a fresh wave of rapture ready to overtake him, just able to pass his bowl to Giraldi, who also imbibed and watched as his organ enlarged, causing Chris to focus the laptop camera on it in turn so they could see it grow, reaching even past Marco’s stature for a moment. “Is there no limit to how big we can be?”

“I know not, but I am eager to find out!” Giraldi rumbled, happy to see and feel it swell in Gilda’s grasp, prying her feathers and talons further apart. “Such a curious concoction is this pony cider. So sweet and stimulating! I will be disappointed when it is gone…” he announced as he picked up the pace of his own thrusts, passing Marco the bowl next.

“You and me both, big guy! Fuuuuuck….” Marco announced as he took his own swig and regained his size crown as his spear grew to nearly fourteen uncia long; announcing his coming climax with a sharp intake of breaths and fresh series of newly strong thrusts. “Gonna cum soon…”

“Me too! And be sure you record it, Chris!” Fortrakt called out. “I’ll want to see this replayed for our entire Turma! Or the Tribune! Or even the Queen herself!” he gleefully imagined the impressed reaction of all of them to seeing it and how eager they would be to try it in turn—with a little mental encouragement from me, of course!

“You got it, buddy!” Chris replied. “I’ll wanna show this to my old friends back home, too...”

“Show our Turma and the Tribune?” a stunned Gilda echoed the idea in shock as she visibly and quite vividly imagined it. Either from that or all the varied and very unlikely erotic attention she was receiving, she trilled as she came hard again from teat and wing stimulation alone, with Tara obeying a final impulse to push Gilda’s new breasts against a panting Marco’s shaft as hard as she could.

The extra pressure on his phallic flesh triggered the darker-skinned human tiercel in turn. “God, Gilds, your tits feel so good… too good! Aw, fuck, can’t hold it back… I’m gonna…. Gonna!’”

His back arched hard as he cried out and erupted with surprising force again, hitting the Decurion’s face dead center with his initial spurt before taking pains to splash Tara behind her, who continued to pillow Gilda’s head between her own enormous chest-mounted mammaries. Marco retained just enough cognizance to target each of them next, leaving them covered in cream as they were pushed wetly against Gilda’s feathered head, matting down her cheeks and headcrest further.

Her orgasm triggered Fortrakt’s as he felt her wings stiffen further and talons clamp down hard on his rigid spear, leaving it all he could do to keep his balance as his organ erupted and began spewing seed all over the middle part of her wing. Tugging his member toward her, she tilted it inward and caused it to coat the inner part of her wing and wingbase next as his spurts were so strong that they arched all the way over her torso to coat the opposite wing, while Giraldi did the same from his side, covering her chest and most of her wings with crisscrossing lines of seed.

“Wow, Marco…” Tara teased as he finally collapsed on top of them and slid partially down Gilda’s body to leave his head buried in Gilda’s chestfeathers, who at least deigned to rest a set of talons on the back of his head as she slowly recovered her own senses. “You came so hard you’d think you were being taken up the tail by Galen again,” she told him, to which Marco raised a middle finger as his heaving form lay atop Gilda, who continued to violently tremble and trill as ongoing spasms wracked her body even her face and wing feathers dripped.

She didn’t release her grip on the two tiercels immediately, though, still trying to squeeze a few additional squirts out of them onto her wings. “Ancestors…” she said slightly weakly as she seemed to just bask for a moment beneath the room skylight through which the moon was now visible, shining dimly down her to more fully illuminate her state. “Crows take it. I think I’m addicted to this, now…”

“It’s not so bad, girlfriend,” Tara hugged her wet chest and kissed her, to which Gilda finally released Fortrakt so she could reach up to grasp her human “girlfriend’s” talons. “I’m actually happy to see you discover this side of yourself. It’ll mean more fun for us later.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Gilda granted as she licked at her cheeks repeatedly and swallowed what was in her beak. “But that didn’t stop her from turning her gold-eyed stare on Fortrakt himself, her eyes narrowing when she noted how pleased with himself he looked.

“First Spear! By my order, put the Decurion on his back and take him up the tail with that extra-large spear!” she abruptly ordered him, causing Fortrakt’s eyes to go wide and his spear to twitch hard. “If he’s going to make suggestions for me, then I’m going to make one for him! And Chris? Cover him in ‘cream’! Now!” she ordered imperiously with a pointed talon even as it dripped with Giraldi’s seed.

Fortrakt froze and suddenly felt faint as he felt a beak suddenly beneath his tail, which instantly moved itself aside to feel hot breath soaking into his sphincter. “By your command, Decurion. After my experiences with Marco Lakan and Christopher McClain, I admit that I am now as addicted to male company as you are. And I so want to try a tiercel to see if griffon tails are as delicious as humans…” he purred as he began licking at a stunned Fortrakt’s apples, which quickly felt so swollen again that they were easily larger than the fruit itself.

“B-but…” Fortrakt felt his legs go weak in response to the order—he was still a soldier beholden to obey his superior’s instructions, after all—but only lost his ability to speak as he felt his ‘balls’ being bathed by a very practiced tongue, causing his body to shake and forelegs to fall to the floor as his hindquarters stayed up in the air. It left him able to do little else but accept the sexual stimulation of his intimate areas, suddenly worried that he was going to cream himself from the idea of what was about to befall him alone.

“You got it, Gilda!” Chris eagerly chimed in, sitting in front of Fortrakt to let the young tiercel stare his own spear and sac in the face. The exotic anatomy—even his short fur around his sac was red! —saturated his nose and senses with their sight and scent as the human male reached his forelegs down to fondle Fortrakt’s flight muscles, causing him to clench his beak and trill like an eagless in heat. “We can both take him at once!”

The young tiercel took a ragged breath at the thought as Giraldi nodded sharply. “An excellent idea, Christopher McLain! But as he cannot roll over onto this back by himself with such stiff wings, please support his head while I roll him forward,” he requested as Fortrakt felt him shift his oral efforts directly on to his anal opening, earning another weak trill as his foretalons curled inward at the surprising stimulation, causing his hindquarters to go limp in the large earth griffon’s grasp.

Still licking the puckered opening until it parted before him and allowed his tongue entrance, to which Fortrakt could only give a series of half-tortured, half-pleasured trills as his spear suddenly felt on the verge of exploding again from the fierce and highly illicit ecstasy the act gave him.

His legs and tail falling limp as the older earth griffon began pushing his hindquarters forward over the rest of his body, Fortrakt’s spine slowly arched over fully as his head was pillowed on a cushion provided by Chris, who cupped his cheeks and stuck a thumb talon in his beak covered with his own cum.

“That’s the way, cub,” an equally breathless Gilda said with a glance at him he just caught before his view of her was blocked by his own curled-over body, which left him briefly staring his own phallus in the face as Chris withdrew his digit. But he had no chance for self-service as Giraldi continued to push him over enough that his spine began to unroll the other way, leaving him on his back as the First Spear stepped over him; his earth griffon spear soon dangling and drooling a mere uncia above Fortrakt’s open beak.

“Wow, Gilda. Even on your back covered in cum, you’re still giving orders,” Tara admired even as she continued to hug her just as Marco finally started to push back from her, still breathing raggedly. “You really are my kind of girl.”

“You better believe it, Tara! The Second Spear and I are partners, so if I’m gonna get turned into a tuck-toy and covered in tons of spunk, then so is he! Now ream him good and mess him up, both of you! By all the crows of the Kingdom, I want him as addicted to tiercel attention as I am!”

“Sounds good to me! Oh, and… once you’re done again, be sure you also make Marco gay again, Galen,” Tara suggested with an evil grin, causing Marco to look up sharply. “I’d hate for him to forget where his true interests lie.”

“Hey! I’m not…” he started to protest only for his instantly re-stiffened phallus to give another spurt onto Gilda’s belly.

“I will do so, Tara fields. But here and now, I am commanded by a superior to take the Second Spear’s tail. And besides, I find that I rather like the taste of an underling,” the First Spear rumbled happily as he gently bopped Fortrakt’s beak with the head of his organ before walking back around the other end. “Especially a male one. I would be content to do the pony ‘swirl’ with you, Second Spear, but the Decurion has given me an order.”

“She gave us both orders!” Chris reminded him. “So, you take his tail, and as for me…” As a wide-eyed Fortrakt watched, he settled in directly over his lower belly, aligning his rear with Fortrakt’s upraised spear. The human male settled down onto him with a very happy groan as he slowly sank down on its long length, with his own oozing member facing forward down Fortrakt’s body, pointed right at his face. “Don’t worry, Decurion—I’ll be sure to ‘mess him up’!”

“Ancestors…” Fortrakt’s eyes went wide and his phallus throbbed even more fiercely as he realized what they were planning, his gaze settling on Chris’s lap as Giraldi shifted a wet pillow underneath his form to elevate his hindquarters more, presenting his tail nicely.

“Wait, Chris… we need to get this recorded, too!” Tara realized, reaching over to the laptop to turn it enough to point the camera at them. “These videos are gonna sell for big money back home… especially yours, Marco! All our friends are gonna love seeing you made gay—hey!” she said in sudden protest as Marco responded by reaching up to squeeze her massive furless mammaries directly, one in each hand. Just as Fortrakt had done, he took pains to smear his seed all over them, pressing them wetly against Gilda’s cheeks.

“Goddamit, Marco, I didn’t say you could— ah!” she gasped as he briefly pinched her teats hard at the base to make their ends inflate slightly, then flicked them sharply downward with his longest digit, causing them to bounce on her chest repeatedly.

“Sorry, girl, but I remember what you like,” Marco said with an equally evil grin as he continued to avail himself of his friend’s fleshy and pillowy chest protrusions. “Guess I’m not as gay as you say.”

Tara said through gritted teeth as Marco continued to expertly manipulate her mammaries. “Figures you’d remember my boobs’ biggest weakness.”

“Hey, I may have been as drunk as you that night, but I remember well enough how I got you off! You loved having the base of your tits pinched and then flicked. And let’s not forget how sensitive your undersides were!” he added as he reached beneath them to roll their mass upwards, pressing them inward higher on Gilda’s head while he drew his fingers along her chest right at the junction where their mammary masses were mounted to Tara’s torso. “Too bad for you, I wasn’t so taken with your tits that I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Fuuuuuck…” As Fortrakt watched spellbound, Tara’s teeth gritted as she somehow went both tense and limp beneath Gilda’s body, her hands clutching at Gilda’s midsection before finding her top set of breasts and giving them the same treatment, emphasizing stimulating their undersides just as Marco was doing to her. “I hate you, Marco!”

“So do I! Maybe I’m your eagless at this point, but she’s mine! Do you have a death wish, dweeb?” Gilda finally managed even though neither made a move to stop him as Fortrakt spared enough focus to pressure them to accept it, hoping he would remember what they liked so he could do it to them himself later.

To his relief, they did despite ruffled feathers and Tara’s glare. “Nope. Like I said, I’m just trying to drive the gay away, Gilda,” he said with a grin as he sat further up the Decurion’s body to reveal his spear was rigid again and pointed directly at her still-sopping face. “And I can’t think of a better way to do it than this!”

She stared at it cross-eyed as her blush deepened and beak visibly twitched, opening fractionally for a moment before she snapped it shut again. “Crows take it… I indulged you once, but now you want to mark my face again?” she realized as her talons came up from her sides to close on Marco’s flanks. Fortrakt noted she seemed surprised by the texture of his flesh as she began kneading them, touching his human tiercel body for the first time.

“No. This time, I want your beak, Gilda.” He bumped its bottom with the end of his phallus once, and then a second time. “I’ve marked you on the outside. So now I want the inside.”

She stared at him in disbelief, her flush deepening as her jaw opened briefly again and tongue licked out towards Marco’s spear once at Fortrakt’s mental suggestions. But shaking her head hard, she forced some attitude. “I don’t even like you, Lakan. And yet you really trust having your spear in my beak?”

“You know she could bite it off in an instant, right, Marco?” Tara asked slightly icily even as Marco continued to boldly tweak her rigid ‘tits’, flicking them repeatedly before squeezing the area around him as he’d done previously with Gilda to stretch the flesh further and increase their sensitivity. Despite her best efforts, Tara responded to the stimulation by thrusting her chest up slightly while continuing to bite off gasps. “And for all the liberties you’re taking with both of us right now, I wouldn’t blame her one bit if she did.”

Marco was briefly given pause, but then grinned. “Yeah. But I also know she won’t. Because she’s addicted to my attention and loves it when I ‘take liberties’,” he said easily, gently rubbing his spear along the edge of her closed beak, first on one side and then the other, trying to gain entry. “Come on, open up, Gilda. We haven’t even reached the best part of the movie yet, and I promise you’re going to cream yourself so hard when it hits that you won’t even mind me taking your tail.”

Gilda’s beak dropped open at the image, and Marco instantly availed himself of the opportunity by slipping his spear inside her maw, giving her no chance to reply before she found her mouth filled with human phallus. Though she stared down in shock and a moment of ire, she didn’t resist him except for a half-hungry, half-angry trill that only served to provide some additional vibration and stimulation to the human organ within her.

“Holy shit, Marco…” Even Chris was amazed at the feat, as Fortrakt noted that both he and Giraldi had stopped positioning him to stare. “You’ve got no shame, and no fear.”

Marco replied only after a brief groan as he began to move the first five of uncias of his phallic flesh into her mouth and out while Gilda continued to hold her beak open, her eyes as wide as her open mouth as Marco pillowed the underside of his organ against her tongue, while the top ground against the softer top of her inner mouth past the hard edge of her beak.

“You’ve got it all backwards, buddy. It’s that fear I feel that makes it so special,” he said, his voice breathless and eyes closed as he began to thrust lightly, even as a light sheen of cider-scented sweat broke out all over his body.

“I know she could hurt me. Hell, I know she could kill me. But it’s that danger that makes it feel so good!” He visibly shuddered, moving a hand from Tara’s boob to Gilda’s head to push the latter’s mouth down more firmly on his gently curved human member. He sank over half of it with each slow thrust of his hips; the base of his organ and swinging balls starting to come dangerously close to contacting her chin.

Hearing her warning trill, his sheen of moisture turned into huge drops of cider-scented sweat, but he still didn’t stop. “I don’t know why, but I’ve wanted this gorgeous griffon girl in the worst possible way ever since I laid eyes on her,” he mused aloud as he closed his eyes and started to groan.

“Maybe it’s just because she’s so incredibly awesome and above me. Maybe it’s because my mind keeps taking that time she attacked me and turning it into her taking me. Keeps fantasizing about all the ways I could repay her for saving us and forgiving me. Keeps showing me pictures of me on my back with her mounting me like Tara did Fortrakt. Or me winning her over with just my touch and ‘spear’, letting me apologize to her by pleasuring her… which I guess is what I’m doing now.”

Gilda trilled again at his words a little less angrily, her ruffled feathers stilling and jaw slackening with each sentence Marco spoke. Fortrakt could see her gold eyes repeatedly darting upwards to meet his brown ones at hearing his flattery and herself described so desirably. She visibly shivered when he detailed his fantasies regarding her, finding an echo of them within her, causing her foretalons to start groping at her nest and teats again.

As he saw the effect his words had on Gilda, he started speaking—and thrusting—with more confidence and eagerness until finally, the top of his swollen orbs started contacting the bottom of her beak, causing her tongue to dart out and taste them. “Maybe I’m an idiot. But I don’t care any more. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman—no offense, Tara. She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s beautiful. She’s exotic. She’s got a body to die for with wings and tits I love…”

Every sentence was accompanied by a fresh thrust of his hips that finally hilted him inside her mouth, causing her to automatically stretch out her neck so his full length could slip neatly down her throat; it even showed a visible bulge from the head of his organ. “In short, it’s just like you said earlier, Tara—she’s not just pretty… she’s perfect! And she’s all mine!”

“All yours?” Her anger instantly rekindled at what Fortrakt instantly recognized as a very poor choice of words, Gilda suddenly gave a low growl as she closed her beak just enough that its sharp tips and edges could be felt against the base of his organ, to which Marco froze. Fortrakt went wide-eyed himself as he suddenly wasn’t certain of her intentions or his control over her; the layer of sweat on Marco’s body became a very bright sheen that glistened pink in Fortrakt’s haloed vision.

She held him in place with the threat; her eyes boring into his as Fortrakt, in a moment of panic, he tried to mentally prevent her from doing something that couldn’t be undone. But she didn’t relent her pressure, making sure Marco knew that he was now under her control. And it was several seconds more before she spoke.

“As flattered as I am to be called ‘awesome and above you’, I am not yours, Marco Lakan. And you’re really pushing me, dweeb,” she finally told him through a dangerously low but lustful trill, speaking through her open beak. She didn’t try to eject the organ in her mouth, instead taking pains to bathe it with her tongue even as she held it pinned in what had to be a slightly painful manner. Unable to move without potentially injuring himself against the sharp edges of her beak, Marco trembled and whimpered where he stood, struggling to keep his balance even though Fortrakt could well imagine every instinct he had was screaming at him to either pull back or push deeper immediately.

“So, still think this was a good idea, Marco?” Tara asked in sudden worry, reaching up to gently massage Gilda’s chin and the top of her beak. “Please don’t hurt him, Gilda. I get how pissed you are—trust me, after being around him for three years, I get it perfectly well—”

“Decurion…” Giraldi spoke up, stepping forward away from Fortrakt to bare his throat placatingly, his spear drooling beneath his belly. “Though I understand perfectly well your feelings of affront to be called a possession, please do not harm him. If you wish him to be punished, then as Tara Fields suggested, I will be more than happy to remind him of where his true interests lie.” He displayed his throbbing phallus to her.

“At ease, First Spear. And don’t worry, Tara. I’m just making sure the lesson takes,” Gilda said around her mouthful even as the dangerous gleam in her eyes grew, somehow speaking almost perfectly clearly despite not moving her beak at all. “For the record, there’s only ever been one other creature who ‘pissed’ me off as much as you, Marco Lakan. But she was a pink piehead of a pony I still don’t forgive for breaking me up with my best friend. And all the things I wanted to do to her after, I’m now tempted to do to you,” she informed him, eliciting another near-whimper.

“But the thing is… she didn’t turn me on at all. And unlike her, you keep coming back for my sake instead of trying to poach a friend from me. I don’t know why, but I like that you want me. Like that I’m the one you’re interested in. I also don’t know how you keep pushing all my passion and pleasure buttons along with pissing me off, but you do.”

“It’s his special talent,” Chris offered cautiously, watching the scene warily alongside Giraldi. “If he was a pony, his cutie mark would be a pair of big balls, which is something of a symbol to us of not just courage, but for being willing to do incredibly stupid and dangerous things.”

“And us as well,” Gilda replied. Fortrakt again tried to influence Gilda to let him go, but she didn’t, reminding him again that whatever his new gift was, it had its limits. “So let me make this crystal clear, Marco Lakan. I do not belong to you, or anycreature else. You and the others do only what I allow, and there are lines you cross at your peril. Entering my muzzle without asking and claiming me for yourself was a whole wingful of feathers too far. Do it again, and I swear by my Ancestors that I won’t be responsible for what happens.”

“That goes for both of us,” Tara warned him from behind her, continuing to gently caress Gilda’s chest and cheeks in an attempt to coax her into letting go. “I decked you once before when you crossed the line with me, and I don’t care how good you are at tweaking my teats; I’ll do it again if you keep trying to take uninvited liberties. Even knock out a tooth or break your jaw if I have to. Are we clear, Marco?”

“Crystal…” he said in a shaky voice, though his fear hadn’t made his spear subside at all as it continued to visibly throb hard with its veins pulsing quickly in reflection of his racing heart from where Fortrakt could see it through the sides of Gilda’s beak. “I get it, I swear! I won’t do it again! Now please let me go?”

But Gilda didn’t right away despite Fortrakt’s urging and Tara’s coaxing, instead holding him in place for a few seconds more. “Fine,” she finally said, opening her beak enough for him to stumble back and collapse to the ground on all fours, his entire body badly trembling.

“Though I’ll give you at least a little credit for trying that with me and nearly pulling it off. You’re dumb and dweeby, but also very brave, even if your ‘balls’ are bigger than your crow-damned brain,” she said as she was finally able to rise from where she lay against Tara, sitting up and grabbing at Marco’s discarded shirt to clean her face with.

“Couldn’t have put it better, girlfriend,” Tara grinned as she rose next to see Marco was panting lightly on the carpeted floor he knelt on. His sweat glistened in the low light of the room and camera projector, saturating the air with more cider. “So, anything else you’d like to try with her or me that might get you maimed, Marco?” she asked mildly as he continued to pant, and this time, her remark didn’t earn a retort.

“Please don’t,” Chris asked weakly from where he still sat atop Fortrakt. “For all our sakes, stop provoking them, Marco.”

“Don’t worry, Chris…” Marco finally said, slowly pulling himself back up. “Lesson learned.”

“I doubt it, dweeb. But whatever. Now if everyone’s okay, I’d like to go back to watching the movie so I can see this big battle against the ‘Japanese’ you keep promising me,” Gilda said, grabbing Marco’s pants next to remove more of the erotic material on her before passing it to Tara. Once she had gotten most of the human male’s seed off, she leaned against Gilda who reached around her back to grope a human breast, earning a contented coo and drawing Fortrakt’s envious eyes.

Gilda then studied Marco’s features closely for a moment as he stood up, almost squinting at him. “Though you know, Lakan, you kind of look like these ‘Japanese’, with your sunken and slightly slanted eyes along with those darker skin tones. If they’re your Ancestors, why aren’t you rooting for them?”

Instead of answering, Marco’s bowed head shot up as he stared at her in surprise. As Fortrakt watched, his eyes narrowed and fists clenched as he suddenly curled his lip back to expose the tips of his teeth. And then to the shock of all, he stood up and struck her with the back of his hand, his knuckles landing with full force on her cheek and rocking her backwards, hard!

Everyone instantly froze at what they now knew to be a near-mortal insult as Gilda stared back at him in surprise, then equally strong anger.

“Fuck you and bite your fucking tongue, griffie girl,” Marco told her, a sudden edge to his voice even as his cock remained rigid, suddenly floating in front of her face as he drew himself up to his full height and stepped forward. “I’m a Filipino, not a fucking Jap! We are nothing like them, and saying we look alike is insulting since anybody from the area could tell us apart!” he informed her, standing up straight before her, crossing his arms over his chest.

Recovering herself, Gilda gave a low growl as she stood up to face him, her tail lashing hard. “Do you have a death wish, dweeb…?”

“Sipsipin mo ang titi ko!” he spat out several words in what Fortrakt could only guess was his native tongue. “And spare me the tough-girl act, you insulting excuse for an eagless! Since you’re as completely clueless about us as I was about you, I’ll have you know that my home nation was invaded by the Japanese just one day after the attack on Pearl Harbor! Quickly conquered and then brutally occupied!” he informed her angrily as Gilda looked taken aback..

“Our women were turned into concubines for the Imperial military while our men were reduced to slave labor along with captured American soldiers, who were systematically starved, marched, worked to death and beaten into submission,” he told her darkly as she stared up at him in ire, her pink cheeks now red at being struck and lectured.

He then stood up straighter, his spear standing straight and proud before him. “But we fought back against a vastly superior foe with everything we had, from old rifles to machetes to even spears carved from jungle wood. We didn’t have a formal nation or military back then, but we organized ourselves into a very effective resistance movement that eventually wrested control of over half the island from the Japanese Army, even before the Americans liberated us three years later!” he said proudly, standing up straighter as he spoke.

He then crossed his arms over his chest while his organ still hovered before her. “And if that doesn’t impress you, know that my great-grandfather died fighting them alongside his siblings, survived only by his youngest infant son—my granddad, who grew up without ever knowing his parents! Two of his older sons were also killed when they went out to fight the Japanese as teens, and when one of his brothers was caught, his entire extended family was executed!” he informed her, astonishing Fortrakt that he was not only standing up to her but had even struck her with his exposed spear still dangling dangerously near her beak!

“By saying we look like them—or worse, that I would root for them—you’re implying that we were with them. That we didn’t suffer under them! For as big as you guys are on Ancestors, you’re insulting mine right now! Insulting the sacrifice of my great-grandfather and the many thousands of Filipinos who fought the Imperial occupation regardless of the cost!”

He stepped even closer, near enough that the tip of his phallus was poised just before her clenched beak. “So unless you apologize to me, we’re gonna fight, griffie girl. And when I beat you, I’m taking not just your beak, but your nest here and now!” To Fortrakt’s surprise, he reached into the couch cushions and pulled out the same metal stick he’d protected Chris from two teenage griffons with, clicking something that caused one end of it to suddenly extend.

He then slapped it against his palm warningly with a sharp metallic sound. “So what’s it gonna be, Gilda? Gonna risk losing to a total ‘dweeb’ like me? Or are you just all talk and tough girl act?”

“Fight her? Are you out of your fucking mind, Marco?” Tara knelt beside Gilda, rubbing her badly ruffled chest and neck to try to calm her down.

“Stay out of it, Tara!” he ordered her sharply, his glare never leaving Gilda. “This is between me and her.”

Everycreature held their breath as Gilda stared at him, her feathers both supremely stiff and severely ruffled as she gave a low trill that was somewhere in between intense anger and equally strong arousal.

“By the crows above… nocreature has ever spoken to me like that before…” she noted, then looked him over again, her eyes moving from his face to his held weapon to his still-stiff and throbbing spear dangling in front of her nose.

“Venerable Ancestors, an enormous organ, an artisan’s ability to cook, a desire to stand up for your friends and family, able to turn me on and pleasure me like never before, and willing to fight a duel on the spot for insulted honor? So help me, even for as dweeby and impossibly infuriating as you are, I’m really starting to like you, Marco Lakan,” she decided with a grin as the entire room remained silent, still waiting and dreading what came next.

She considered him for several seconds more before continuing. “I admit that I’m tempted to duel you, especially since all this has been happening without so much as a mating round. Your terms would be acceptable, but since I don’t want to hold off on the movie, I’ll take you up on that offer later. But for now, just for standing up to me and showing honor I never thought you had…” She opened her maw to engulf his organ again, and this time she began to bob her beak down on his swollen spear quite willingly, causing Marco to gape at her.

“You’ve earned this, dweeb. Just don’t let it go to your head!” she told him as Marco’s legs looked in sudden danger of collapsing.

“Way too late for that, Gilda,” Tara said in relief with a glance over at Giraldi and Fortrakt, who exhaled heavily along with Chris. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Marco—your ability to both annoy and arouse is as amazing as ever.”

“It’s a gift…” Marco said, his metal baton falling limp from his hands with a clatter. “This is for you, great-granddad…” he said as Tara eased him to the floor so Gilda could continue suckling his spear there. And this time, she did it with far more relish, slurping and sucking noisily while Marco could only groan his pleasure and repeatedly call her name.

His invocations only encouraged her more as he grasped the rug to either side of his flanks while Tara sat beside him with Marco’s laptop, keeping the camera trained on them. “I’m sure he’s suitably honored,” Chris could only reply dryly as he watched the act of oral pleasure in amazement before turning his attention back to Fortrakt. “Now where were we…?”

“I do believe that we were right about… here,” Giraldi noted as Fortrakt suddenly felt his hindquarters easily lifted—even with Chris sitting on top of him! —and several additional large seat cushions were inserted underneath him. Now properly elevated and exposed, his breath caught when he felt the First Spear’s beak again nosing beneath his balls to expose the anal opening there. It was swiftly ollowed by a now well-practiced tongue entering the already-loosened orifice, causing him to trill and shiver.

“Ancestors…” he barely whimpered. “Why do I want this so badly…?” he asked them, to which Giraldi rumbled happily.

“Because you seek to satisfy both an admired superior, and your previously unknown urges,” he answered easily, “whereas I wish to both obey orders and taste the tail of a tiercel with tongue and spear…” he finished floridly as he continued to work him.

“Gotta say, you guys are great at rim jobs…” Chris groaned as Fortrakt felt his recently discovered ‘pleasure button’ pushed repeatedly by Giraldi’s tongue. It caused his spear to briefly but deliciously swell inside of his human lover, increasing their mutual pleasure. “That’s what we call what you’re doing, big guy.”

“Rim jobs…” Giraldi said distractedly as Fortrakt could only lie there and take it, writhing weakly on the ground to feel the oral appendage inside him, sending thrills he never imagined existed through his already-surrendered body. “An odd term, but acceptable given we have no name for this act. Truly a tragic oversight in both our language, and our erotic arts…” he trailed off as Fortrakt next felt the First Spear take pains to swath his sac with licks before moving up fractionally to lick at where his spear was embedded in Chris’s tail.

“I don’t know. Sounds dumb to me,” Gilda replied from where she continued to go down on Marco, though with his eyes unfocused, Fortrakt could only tell by the sounds. “Okay, so what do humans call this, then?” she then asked Tara.

“Oh, orally pleasuring a guy like that? It’s called a ‘blow job’,” Tara said in amusement as she continued to record the proceedings. “And from the looks of it, having beaks doesn’t mean you’re not good at it. Right, Marco?”

Marco’s groan answered for him as Fortakt lost all awareness of them, unable to spare them any further attention between the feel of Chris mounting his organ from above and Giraldi repeatedly teasing and tonguing his tail. He felt lost in yet another growing pink haze of pleasure that was as much to do with anticipation of the rapture he was already experiencing, knowing that he would be the First Spear’s first true tiercel.

And the First Spear would be his!

“Gods, I can feel your tongue clear through his cock…” Chris groaned happily as he suddenly laid down forward on Fortrakt. Or had Giraldi gently pushed him down? “It’s making him pulse like crazy. Can’t believe how sensitive I am down there… used to be I could only feel stuff a short distance in, but now? I can feel your entire length, buddy!”

“As can I. I learned as much when Marco Lakan took my tail earlier. So much the better for both of us. And you as well, Second Spear,” Giraldi said silkenly as he stepped over them both. Fortrakt couldn’t see over Chris but swore he could feel the heat of the earth griffon’s organ as it neared him, unable to stop his hips from bucking as its head was pressed against its already-parted opening.

He curled his foretalons against the air and trilled like an eagless in estrus about to be mated by a magnificent male for the first time. He couldn’t help it; he wanted to be claimed by Giraldi’s spear and filled with his potent seed! Sensually submitted by a far stronger and more experienced tiercel whose sheer masculinity and confidence could seduce any other human or griffon male he wished, turning them into willing females.

This act is by the Decurion’s order, but by the Ancestors themselves, for as eager as I now feel, I will yield my body to the First Spear any time he wishes! Fortrakt told himself as he fought the urge to clutch at Chris’s back, fearful of his talons digging into the human male’s furless and fragile flesh.

Just as Marco had done, he gripped at the floor rug instead as he felt the phallus enter him easily—and surely that was the Ancestors telling him that he was meant to be mounted by males! The pure erotic ecstasy of the intense intrusion spread up his spine and spear, eliciting another gasp from Chris as Fortrakt’s organ inflated further from the internal pressure acting on it, swelling even larger than it had before.

“Holy shit…” he groaned, struggling to arch his back against Giraldi’s stomach to allow it more room within him. “This feels incredible…”

“For me as well, Christopher McLain…” Giraldi gave a growl that was half-groan as he continued to push deeper. With a few additional thrusts, he hilted himself inside a freshly writhing Fortrakt, who couldn’t help but gasp for breath with his jaw agape. “Your tiercel tail is exquisite, Second Spear. And from here on out, I will happily take it over and over again…”

Fortrakt trilled anew at the offered approval and promise of further tuckings, suddenly wanting Giraldi’s organ inside him indefinitely. It feels like it BELONGS there! he suddenly realized, dreading the feeling of emptiness he would experience when it was finally removed. But there and now, with a tiercel spear inside his rear and his own spear inside of an equally enticing human one, he felt fulfilled like never before, deciding that if Gilda had sought to punish him, it was in fact the exact opposite he was experiencing.

Especially when the First Spear started to move against him. “Ancestors!” he couldn’t bite off the cry as he felt the slow spring-like movement of the earth griffon’s hips, his own spear spurting hard into Chris with each of Giraldi’s thrusts and leaving him fearful that he would come from the friction he felt there alone.

But not wanting it to end so soon, he fought it as hard as he could, trying to prolong the rutting and rapture it brought him. And that of Chris as well, as he could hear the human male’s equally passionate and pleasured cries.

Ancestors… he called out mentally again, startled to feel the bulb at the base of Giraldi’s organ inflating to keep the essence the First Spear was about to release inside his new eagless while Fortrakt felt his own do the same inside Chris. The further stretching of his sphincter was accompanied by a great upwelling from within him as his sac pulled partially back into his body, ready to erupt his sacred seed.

Male mating is magic, and our spears are tools for casting sensual spells no less than magus STAVES! was his final coherent thought before being overwhelmed by the orgasmic sensations finally starting to overtake him.

And then he was aware of nothing else but pure pleasure as climax claimed all three of them, Giraldi coming first and then triggering Fortrakt and Chris in turn.