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Bustling crowds abuzz with conversation traveled along the streets and sidewalks of a city steeped in the dark of the night. Street lamps kept the way lit for the droves of night goers who were out and about either looking for a good time, trouble, or a mixture of both. Walking among the crowd was a white-scaled drake wearing a suit and tie looking around the nighttime buzz with a grin on his features and his hands in the pockets of his pants. He traveled comfortably among a crowd of similarly dressed people walking from a hotel. The drake by the name of Sven split off from the crowd when an alleyway marked with a sign on the side of a building opened up. The drake looked up to see that the sign simply read, "Jazz Lounge."

Sven had traveled to this city in search of a good time for a bit of extended weekend vacation. He had heard of the good nightlife and had been given directions to this particular lounge to soak in the atmosphere. A lounge wasn't exactly the wildest thing he could be doing during the night, but live music and some relaxation sounded nice for his first evening in the big city. To him, it seemed a bit strange to place your front door in an alleyway, but maybe that was just part of the rustic charm. With that in mind, he started walking.

Night air brushed past the dark and he shivered finding himself cold even among the layers of his suit. He figured that it would be cold during the early Winter, but didn't think much of it. Eager to get inside in the warmth he started hurrying his steps until he found himself in front of the entrance. It was a short walk away from the sign with a few steps leading down to a wooden door that was polished and dark brown. Heading down the stairs he took the knob in hand and turned it to pull it back.

Sven stepped inside to a stark difference from the cold streets outside. The lights were a soft orange that added to the warmth he felt upon entering. Two sections divided the lounge with the larger section being made up of several tables set at various levels around a stage where a black baby grand piano stood there waiting for someone to grace its keys with a gentle touch. The other section was a simple bar where a wolf stood behind it setting down drinks and cleaning mugs. Sven himself stood near the entrance looking at the bar and looking at the main seats wondering which one to choose before he decided that maybe a little bit of alcohol before the show might be nice, after all, he didn't know if the music would be any good.

At the bar, he noticed the clammer of the people inside of the lounge. There were plenty of people seated around at the bar but even more at the lounge leaning in and chatting amongst themselves. It was a noise similar to the buzz he had heard outside in the streets and sidewalks among the crowds, but it was softer and the conversations were said in almost hushed tones but there were enough of those conversations going on to where he could hear a constant droning on in his ears. All of that combined with the lighting and the tall glass of beer at his front made for the exact atmosphere he was looking for. He could relax here and just wait for the show to start.

It wasn't long before the conversations around him slowly started to crawl down to a stop. There was a moment of complete silence as the lights began to dim further until only the glow of the stage lights could be seen along with the candles set around the lounge tables and bar. He turned himself away from the bar to look at the stage where he saw the shimmer of the stage lights begin to glow that much brighter in the dark of the lounge. Everyone clapped as the performers stepped out, first a lanky looking reptile in tailcoat who took his place at the and began flipping through pages, and then someone who had his eyes growing wide and his heart thumping like wildfire.

An avian with grey and white smooth plumage stepped out onto the stage wearing a long cocktail cut down at the sides to show her supple legs covered in black nylon. Her breasts large and pressed against her dress and in hand she held a microphone. She stepped across the stage with a smile on her black beak, green eyes shining in the stage light as she stopped at center stage. At this point, he could feel the anticipation in the air as the only thing that could be heard was the bartender still pouring out drinks for people that were tapping the bar for more. With a few more moments of that anticipation ringing in his ears, the song began.

The music was slow and steady, smooth and perfect for the cold evening. Her voice had a strength to it that braced his back and tugged at his heart every time he heard her dip into the lower notes. Sven took it all in along with the atmosphere and found himself happy with his decision to head to this lounge, but at the same time, he found himself hungering for a little more. The way she moved, her eyes, her body; if only he could spend a little time with her then maybe this evening would be perfect. Feeling himself growing tense and nervous at such a thought he took a deep pull of his cup while focusing on the stage, the alcohol pulling his nerves back where they belonged at the back of his head while he continued thinking about a romantic evening with the penguin singer. Sven would just have to hope he could get lucky tonight.

When the performance ended, Sven found himself tipsy enough to believe that he had a chance if she came right on over to him. There was nothing that the power of a little alcohol and confidence couldn't solve and he was certain that she would fall for him if he had the chance to talk to her, but that wasn't going to happen. Just as the lights in the lounge began to flicker back to life and the ones on the stage began to dim, he noticed that she was stepping down off of the stage and waving to all of her fans as she passed them by. Sven found his heart beating just a bit faster as he wondered where she was heading. Her steps were taking her through the crowded section of the lounge where the tables were, but she didn't stop there. The singer walked among the people and greeted them before she headed all the way over to the bar. He turned about so he wouldn't look like he had been watching her and he clasped his drink only to find that it was empty. Thankfully enough, the bartender had either read his mood or had the right instinct to start pouring him a fresh glass just as the singer took a seat next to him to order her own.

The singer ordered something tall and colorful that smelled sweet enough from where he was sitting. She only took a gentle sip and Sven found himself wondering what he should say, if anything at all. After his own internal boasting, he felt embarrassment growing in the pit of his stomach like a festering disease. He bit down on those feelings and looked at his drink before taking a long pull of it. It wouldn't be immediate, but it would soothe him over while he made a leap of faith.

His voice came along with the clank of glass on wood, "Performance was great tonight. You work with this lounge or you're a freelance of sorts?"

At first, the singer raised a brow. He had caught her while she was taking a sip from her glass and now she seemed to be frozen from his sudden question. When took the glass from her lips she gave a smile that had his fluttering heart growing hotter by the moment and she replied, "Thank you, and no. I work with the lounge on the regular, how about you? Never seen you around here."

Sven found himself incredibly relieved that she hadn't been off-put by his sudden question and surprised by the fact that she had continued the conversation. "I'm on a vacation. Figured the city life might be nice y'know? Parties, clubs, pretty women, y'know, the things that make life living."

The avian singer chuckled and brought one leg over the other, "Really? So, how's the lounge so far? I figure out of all that you'd want something a bit more wild than what this place has to offer."

A pause touched Sven's mind as he thought about his answer for a bit before smiling, "Well, I've met a pretty woman already. That and I figured I might as well start with something a bit more...I don't know, chill? I just got here in the day after all."

She nodded with a small smile and took a deep pull of her drink managing to down the rest of it before sliding her glass forward, "Sounds like a good time. I've gotta keep working tonight, but maybe you'll last long enough to see me back at the bar a few times...And if you're lucky maybe I'll see you at the end of the night?"

Sven blinked and looked to her. He saw that her eyes were nearly sparkling in the light and what alcohol he had downed couldn't keep heat from growing in his cheeks and between his legs, "I...Sure, I'll see if I can stay up that long."

"What's your name?"

The drake simply answered, "Sven."

In kind, the singer answered with her own name, "Harper."

Gingerly, she took his hand in hers and gave it a soft squeeze before she headed back off to the stage. Her touch lingered on his hand along with the faint perfume she wore. The lights began to dim again and he began wondering if he could last the entire night just for a chance at a flight of fancy, but at the same time a doubt crept up his spine. She could be leading him on, or she could be leading him straight into a damn fine first night. With a shaky sigh, he nodded to himself and turned himself back around fully to start watching her again while nursing his drink.

Harper's next performance was just as good as the first. There was something a bit more energetic about this one compared to the first and it gave him cause to smile. At the end of the performance, he found himself wondering if she was going to come on by again and he watched with twitching tail as she stepped off of the stage and looked directly at him. From across the lounge as the lights turned back on their eyes met and Sven felt a flush of color touch his cheeks as she giggled and put a hand over her mouth. She had caught him staring and the only thing he could do was smile back at her like an idiot while continuing to drink. His hopes were met when she came back to the bar to grab another drink and take a seat next to him again.

Harper giggled as she took hold of her drink, "Never thought I'd see a fella staring at me with such puppy eyes. Did you really miss me that much."

Sven snorted and shrugged his shoulders, but smiled as he responded with good humor, "Maybe? I mean, you're definitely the best thing about this night so far and the only thing keeping me glued to this seat."

Her eyes met his for a moment and her hand moved to touch his knee gently, "Aren't you sweet? I don't know if I'm worth that sort of attention and maybe I'm just shy, but I can't help but think you're expecting so much more than just a chat after every song."

Ultimately, she was right. His stares were meant for more than just her company and he knew that hiding it would be wrong. Sven didn't know if what he was about to say would receive a positive reaction or not, but he decided to take the dive anyway, "Maybe start things off with a kiss after your next song?"

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Silence cut the air between them, but a small smile still played across her beak before she actually giggled and shook her head. Denial and heartbreak all in one were what he expected, but instead, she said, "Alright. I hope you're fine with tongue. Beaks make it a bit hard to do a simple peck if y'know what I mean."

Sven coughed, "Yeah no! I get that. Tongue sounds great."

Again she giggled and she took his hand again, "Chin up...By the end of the night, I'll be loose enough that you can probably have me over this bartop if you want."

Before he could question her she took her drink from the bar and stepped away chuckling with her cheeks flushed beneath the feathers. Was she drunk already?

Sven waited again by himself. This time the alcohol was getting to his head and he could feel the warmth inebriation clouding his mind. At this point, he had undone his tie and unfastened the top two buttons of his dress shirt. Even like this, he had the better sense to stop downing those tall glasses and instead he enjoyed the sound of her voice. This time he had to sit through a few songs before she finished. By the last song, he could see people filing out and employees letting people know that it was almost time to close. When the final song was done the avian singer hopped off of the stage and made her way back to the bar. Sven was far too drunk to care about how he appeared and he happily returned the little wave she gave him as she sauntered on over.

Harper hopped on the stool next to him with a giggle as she nearly toppled over stool and all before finding her balance, "That last performance, I think, was fantastic. Maybe I'm too tipsy to notice."

The drake chuckled along with her tittering drunk laughter and he leaned in with all the drunk confidence he could muster to grab her hand, "You were beautiful."

A wide-eyed stare hit the singer suddenly and she stopped giggling. Sven took note that she was staring at his hand on hers, but when he tried to pull away she wrapped her digits through his and smiled as she leaned in close to him, "Is that so? Were you really waiting all night here just for me?"

Surprised crossed his features as he found himself practically nose to beak with her. His answer came confident enough still infused with the alcohol of the evening, but slower than he might have before, "Of course. I said I was looking for more and 'sides, you already promised that kiss right?"

Harper only seemed to smile at his words, her eyes turning half-lidded as she leaned to nuzzle her beak against his snout. Feeling a sudden elation of heat through his body, he moved into part his mouth for her, beak parting to match his movements as her tongue dipped into his mouth. It took a moment to adjust, but soon his hand was at the back of her head and his tongue was twining to hers as they pressed close. Whatever reservations the singer had seemed to fade away as she pressed more firmly to the kiss than him, her hands wandering up his thighs and slowly to his crotch in ways that had him shuddering in his seat.

The kiss was short lived with her tongue slipping away from his and out of his mouth slowly as she leaned back in her seat to flash him a smile that could melt ice. While the heated silenced flowed between them, her hands were slipping away from his legs, but something in him urged Sven to be brave. He took hold of her wrist and brought her hand to where his cock bulged against his pants. As he thought, her eyes widened in surprise and the smile faded from her mouth, but she didn't pull away. Slowly, Harper gripped onto his member and he shivered as he felt her digits start to stroke his shaft through the material of his pants.

The singer mumbled, "This is a mistake, isn't it...You probably don't even have condoms?"

Sven heard her words loud and clear, but her hand continued to squeeze at his bulge even as he replied, "No condoms. Don't even know if I can pull out like this."

Harper seemed to consider that for a moment before she gave his cock a tight squeeze before standing, "Well...I guess we're headed to your place then?"

A chill ran through his spine, an excited spark of frost that was cold enough to feel hot. He got up from where he was seated and took her hand in his to tug her close so his bulge was pressing against her thigh before he moved away to start leading her. She followed with a deep and shaky breath that he could feel faintly against the back of his neck as he made his way out the lounge.

Back out into the cold night, they stepped and Sven found himself in a different world. How late had he stayed just for this one girl? The crowds that had been moving about the city had dissipated and the empty streets welcomed them and only them. If it weren't so cold, he might have considered taking her right there and then, but instead, he walked to the hotel with Harper in tow.

An excited air followed the pair as they walked down the sidewalk holding hands and giggling like the drunk fools they were. Occasionally they stumbled and tripped, but they managed to keep their footing long enough to make it to the hotel. At some point, they made it to the room and Sven wasn't even sure how that happened. He had himself a nice room near the top floor with soft bed waiting for him, and for his partner.

Stepping inside of the room he found himself immediately enjoying the warmth provided by the hotel and he slipped his tie off to toss it off. His cock was pushing against his pants painfully at this point, but he took his time in stripping from his clothes. First, the blazer and the shirt went off to some random corner of the room and he heard Harper giggling as she took a seat on the bed to watch him. Off came the belt next and he let his pants fall together with his underwear to reveal his twitching cock. He was glad to be free of his pants and as he stepped out of them, Harper reached to grip his shaft. He blinked and looked down to see the seated singer staring at his member with a lustful light in her eyes. She started to stroke it gently, back and forth while pressing her palm against it, her beak moving to nuzzle the underside.

Her digits were soft against his shaft and he could feel his arousal growing by the second as she started to pump just that extra bit faster. Harper rolled her hand around his member and Sven found himself thrusting idly against her touching wanting more and more of her attention. Before too long into their fun, the singer suddenly paused her stroking of his member. He looked down to see her looking back up at him with a mischievous look in her eyes. Both of her hands slowly moved to his hips much to his disappointment, but soon he found himself throbbing with excitement as she opened her beak wide.

Sven remained still as she pressed her tongue against the tip of his cock to slowly start dragging herself forward. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her tongue sliding underneath his member to press against his shaft as she took his member deeper and deeper into her mouth. He wasn't sure if it was going to work out, but she simply opened her beak wider when she had a bit of trouble and down her throat, he went. He found himself sighing happily and then he yelped as he felt her suddenly clamp her beak shut. Harper hadn't pinched his cock, but the points of her beak were pressed down and that mischievous look glimmered in her eyes before she started to move back and forth.

The caress of her tongue against his cock gave his thighs cause to shiver as he brought both hands to her shoulders to hold himself up. Harper brought herself forward firmly and he could feel the tip of her beak against his crotch as she bobbed on his cock over and over again. He felt like his shaft was on fire inside of her throat and he was surprised that she could just keep on going over and over again without gagging, but still she went on and on without stopping with both of her hands holding onto his hips and her eyes shut. He could feel himself inching closer to the first orgasm of the evening and could feel the excitement from the evening dripping inside of her throat in the form of heavy pre.

Little spasms and twitches touched Sven's body as he tried to keep himself still, but he couldn't handle it. With a huff, he gripped tightly onto her shoulders and began to thrust inside of her mouth. The singer didn't seem to mind and in fact, she remained still as he started to take charge. Back and forth his hips moved rapidly to thrust inside of her throat while his tail moved to lash and curl as he felt his climax approaching closer and closer. A deep pressure was building in his loins, a pressure urged on by the loving touch of the woman beneath him who wrapped her arms around his legs as if to embrace his decision to fuck her throat.

It was with that little bit of extra urging and the caress of her digits against his rear that he felt himself start to bottom out inside of her mouth. He groaned as he squeezed her shoulders, a single thrust marking the beginning of his orgasm. Every twitch of his throbbing member brought about another surge of hot cum that poured out into her throat and Harper didn't budge an inch.

The singer remained still while she drank down every drop of the drake's cum. Sven had his eyes closed tight as he doubled over and felt his orgasm rock his entire body, and still, he kept on rolling his hips to get himself off. When every drop had finally been emptied out of his balls and into the throat of the singer, he found himself pulling away slowly with her hands sliding against his thighs gently. He was surprised to see that his cock was still hard and that Harper seemed perfectly fine on the bed with a big smile on her beak. He couldn't really tell what was on her mind, but she seemed more than fine.

Words touched his tongue, but Harper planted a single digit against his mouth to keep him quiet as she got up from where she was sitting on the bed. He watched silently as she stepped around him to slide the shoulders of her dress off and let it fall at her legs. Slowly, she brought her hands back to snap her bra off and toss it off to the side letting her supple breasts out to breathe before she moved back to the bad. There at the bed, she placed her hands on the edge and stuck her hips out so her rear was propped up in the air, a red thong the only thing between him and her cunt.

Sven moved eagerly to grip onto her thong and tug it down quickly. In his excitement, he nearly tore her underwear off and found himself pressing the tip of his cock against her cunt without even considering the fact that the hotel might have provided complimentary condoms or sold some somewhere. Instead of taking his time and considering his options, he pressed the tip inside of her. Immediately he felt warm wrapping and tightening around his cock as he started to slide on in inch after inch. The woman beneath him jolted forward and let out a breathy moan as he buried his shaft inside of her. It was only a few thrusts before he found himself balls deep inside of her with both of his hands moving up her sides to feel over her body before they stopped at her breasts.

Drunk with the heat of her insides and lust, Sven began to rock his hips to bring himself out and in of the singer he had just met. The drake pulled out slowly only to thrust in quick, repeating this process again and again while amping up the speed every time he pulled away. Harper let out little moans and breathes against the bed, squeaking as she felt his hands squeezing at her breasts. Her noises were as beautiful as her songs had been at the lounge and Sven drank deeply of her pleasured music as his hips began to pound inside of her like pistons working. Faster and faster he went with a sort of desperation to hear more of her song and to feel more of her body against his.

Sven found himself in a drunk fever full of lust and alcohol as he pounded faster inside of her. Every thrust brought the woman forward until she couldn't hold herself up on the bed and slipped. She gasped as she hit the bed and Sven's hands moved to grip her rear firmly to hold her there while he continued fucking her. He felt his orgasm building, but he didn't want to stop so he held the pressure deep inside of his gut and gnashed his fangs together as he kept on pounding inside of the squeaking avian beneath him.

Harper's hips were moving as well to press back to him as best as she could manage, but his iron grip kept her still as he continued to thrust inside of her as if his life depended on it. He could feel her inner walls clamping tight on his cock as if she were trying to milk him and at this point he had it stuck in his mind that he wasn't going to be pulling out of her. The heat tracing his body and fogging up his mind kept him from thinking straight and he could do nothing but keep moving his hips fueled by the lust and heat permeating the room.

The pressure inside of his gut began to gather and build until he found himself shutting his eyes tight and holding onto her for dear life. His cock throbbed and twitched and it felt like his shaft was swelling against her hot walls as she cried out for more and more of his feverish treatment. Sven took himself deep inside of her just as he felt her insides tighten violently on his cock and a gush of warm pressed against his crotch. He groaned aloud and began grinding against her, his cock pressing against her inner walls as hot cum began to pour out of the tip of his member. Thick seed poured out inside of her cunt and the bird moaned to the covered of the bed as she rocked her hips back and forth to suck down every drop of cum that he provided.

Sven thrust inside of her cunt a few more times to drain the rest of his cum before he let go of her hips. He watched as her rump fell and she slumped into bed with a sigh, her eyes closed as she panted. It felt like he should say something to cap the evening off, but his mind and body were too tired either from the action or the alcohol. It wasn't long before he found himself next to her on the bed and the pair fell asleep without even so much as a goodnight to one another.

The next morning came with a heavy sigh as Sven felt his head pounding from a hangover. He shuffled out of bed, nearly falling over in the process. When he got up he stretched wide and yawned looking around. The dress, the panties, and bra were gone and when he turned around so was the girl he had fucked last night. Rubbing at the back of his head he looked for some sign of her only to find a small card at the nightstand near his bed. He took it up and found a card with her name on it and her number below it. There was also a message on the card that had him gulping, "I'm not on the pill." Whether or not that was some sort of cruel joke, he supposed he would have the rest of his vacation to find out. At the very least he was going to make this trip count and enjoy having Harper around, well, that is if she wanted to go for another night. Either way, last night had been the perfect start to his break.

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