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>Out hunting animals for hide and other resources.

>Got Senu up in the air spotting prey.

>I can see through her eyes, but it's a bit more than that. She does most of the work but we both have some influence over her body.

>I can tell she's distracted. She's been pulling out further and further away from civilization against me, and it's not even towards any better quarry.

>What's up with this bird?

>I pull her back to me, and she lands on my arm.

>Senu, what's going on with you?

>She looks excited, jittery, but she's trying to hide it.

>Okay... You know something I don't, don't you?

>She melts on my words, but gives no hint.

>Her smooth beak reaches towards me and softly nibbles on my ear, her right wing sags, relaxed, and rests on my arm

>Ahh, are you playing affection? Did you do something wrong then?

>The nibbling doesn't stop, but her wing snaps up and she gets a bit stiff

>No? But... Maybe. You're ashamed all the same. What could be affecting you so?

>She leans in closer, and I aid her by bringing my arm in.

>Her beak travels down to my neck and she starts "preening" my skin, quickly but gently scraping the edge of her beak along it in a clattering motion.

>Oh Senu, just tell me. You have nothing to fear; you are a part of me. I will not turn you away.

>Are you sick? Are you afraid of disappointing me?

>The preening stops.

>The last one, then. I see.

>I reach up, weave my fingers through the neck feathers at the base of her head, and begin to scratch downwards toward her body.

>I will not turn you away

>Her wings and head fall, and she lets out a weak airy trill.

>My hand reaches the base of her neck, and moves under her limp wing.

>I promise you

>My fingers wrap under her wing, and I start to massage the powerful muscles which power her flight.

>In a smooth motion, I sit on the ground and roll her sideways from my arm to my lap. She's a bit surprised, but doesn't object.

>Now with two free hands, one continues to rub the base of her wing while the other massages the firm and powerful muscles on each side of her sharp breast bone.

>She starts to lose herself, and begins to chirp weakly like a little hatchling.

>My left hand slowly works along the wing, feeling the delicate bone and smooth stiff flight feathers, my fingers dancing down towards the tip.

>She extends her wing and spreads the feathers wide to aid me.

>When I get to the end I give the knuckle of her wing a firm squeeze, then brush my fingers back down her spread feathers. The movement makes a smooth ruffling sound and her wing relaxes and drapes around my neck.

>I use my right hand to lift her slightly and untuck her left wing, letting it fall over my legs towards the ground as I begin to give it the same attention.

>My left hand gets back to her breast, but doesn't stop and travels down to her legs.

>Anticipating me, her right leg extends fully and her talons grip the air.

>I begin to scratch and rub from the base, but when I hit the rear of her leg she shudders, and barely contains a shriek.

>Hm, sensitive?

>She looks at me with both eyes in that weird birdy way.

>Normally I'd be amused by such behavior, but she's not looking at me.

>She's looking into me.

>Our faces are inches apart.

>I'm sitting with her, hunched over with a wing around me.

>She's a creature that has given me her life, and that I trust fully.

>One of my hands is holding a wing, the other caressing the start of her hindquarters.

>We're miles from civilization.

>And she brought me here.

>I've... Been a fool, haven't I?

>She continues to stare for a moment, then glances away and lets out a chirp, much sharper than before, then looks down and lifts her left wing in.

>My hand is still on her leg.

>There is always a choice...

>I continue my ministrations, being sure to put emphasis on the sensitive area.

>Well, I did promise, didn't I?

>Her gaze snaps towards me in surprise.

>Ha, did you really expect me to ignore your needs?

>This is about the right time of year. The time where eagles are pairing up and making nests.

>My hand wanders further back, still scratching as it goes.

>Well I can do this much for you.

>As I move, her beak starts clattering in the air, as if it and my hand were connected

>Just... Don't expect me to build you a nest.

>Senu casts an eye on me as if to glower at that last remark, but the beak clattering continues. Perhaps it's reflexive, she must not be able to scratch here herself.

>Oh you can't stop? Well what If I scratch harder?

>I take my right hand from her wing and use it to scratch between her legs, the clattering intensifies and her head bows in pleasure.

>It seems I've learned a new trick to placate you!

>At that remark, her head rises, higher, higher, and she clatters her beak against my forehead.

>Ah, ow. Yes, I understand. Still not defenseless.

>At once, I cease the scratching, the clattering stops and with her beak so close, she's starting into me again.

>This time the meaning is fully understood, and I return the meaningful gaze.

>Without breaking eye contact, I lift her slightly and rotate her body, lining her up in my lap.

>She's now completely on her back, resting between my legs, feet outstretched towards me, wings lazily extended to each side, head craned up to view me.

>I finally break eyes with her, and glance down at what I have to work with.

>It's... A pile of feathers. Well, what did I expect. I suppose I'll have to hunt for the prize.

>I use both hands to part her warm, downy feathers. They seem easiest to move upwards towards her belly, so I use one hand to pin them up, and the other to gently search along.

>She's clearly enjoying the attention, as her head falters and slowly falls sideways to rest on my leg.

>As I move along, confusion starts to set in. I should have reached it by now.

>I pause my movements to think for a moment, and the answer is revealed. A pulsing starts just as I stop, and it's far lower, towards her back, than I expected.

>The feathers here are far easier to sweep aside, and there it is.

>Of course, how could I have forgotten. Birds are built a bit differently than mammals.

>Notably there's only one hole, and it's tucked just under the tail. The vent, or is it cloaca?

>Whatever the terminology, it's here, and pulsing somewhat vigorously. The entrance is contracting sharply, almost folding up, then relaxing outwards in a sort of kissing motion.

>I realize I'm staring, and look up at my lap bird's top half.

>She's eyeing me, expectantly.

>Figuring out bird expressions can be difficult, but the impatience is pretty clear here.

>I think I'm more nervous than you about this. Just, give me a minute.

>My left hand is still pinning feathers out of the way, so my right hand closes in on her.

>As eager as the eagle is, the whole area her looks very delicate, and she's never been touched by another.

>Simply put, I don't want to surprise her and catch a talon to the face.

>I'm going to feel you, Senu. Pinch my leg if it becomes too much.

>She nibbles in confirmation, then her head rests once more.

>Here we go.

>I brush my fingers along the flesh just outside her sex, and the pulsing quickens. She pulls her legs in tightly in anticipation.

>Using a lone index finger, I press into the hole, and the pulsing ring latches onto me gently.

>The smooth opening is slick, and warm. The pulsing is still there, but with my finger occupying the opening it's much weaker than before.

>I slowly push in, then back out as resistance is met, and push back in with the greater lubrication.

>I'm up to the second knuckle already, and she hasn't moved at all.

>Senu, are you okay? More?

>Her head, previously flat against me, raises a bit, brushes the skin of my leg, then falls.

>Okay. More.

>I pull my finger back, and a lone contraction desperately tries to hold on as it exits.

>Thoughtlessly, I insert both my index and middle fingers into my mouth. There's not really enough to get an idea of what she tastes like, but it's definitely not unpleasant.

>Now with two wet fingers, I part the entrance once again.

>They slide in easily enough, but the contractions of her entrance feel much more powerful against the increased girth. The grip at their peak is actually firm enough to slow me down.

>I reach the end of my available length quickly, and back out to half way, then with a bit more speed and force push back in.

>As I pick up the pace, Senu's breathing becomes raspy, then a low whistly chirp can be heard between breaths.

>No longer content to rest her head, she cranes it over her body to try and see what's going on. Her neck isn't nearly long enough though, so her head is pinned against her breast as I pump my fingers into her delicate depths.

>Suddenly her tail starts to wiggle back and forth, then her legs loosen from her body and slowly kick the air.

>Her wings, previously relaxed and outstretched are pulled in about half way and gyrate with my motion.

>Her chirping grows more frantic, louder, and desperate.

>Almost there already?

>She doesn't even hear me, lost in the moment. I keep the rhythm, but hit the end with more force.

>Without further warning, her wings begin to beat, forcing me backwards.

>My hand is pulled away through an extremely firm contraction. A squelch can be heard as my fingers clear the entrance.

>She kicks and rolls, using her wings for momentum, then stands up and shakes her body. Her feathers ruffle out and settle smoothly.

>She's gasping for air, jittery, and extremely alert.

>It looks like you enjoyed yourself.

>She spins towards me and nibbles frantically at my neck.

>Yes, yes, I know. Quite the ride isn- mpph!?

>She had spun in place mid sentence, and pushed her rear into my face.

>Suddenly I'm blinded by plumage. The soft down of her rear is plentiful enough to completely cover my face.

>Before I can react she starts wiggling back and forth, moving her tail rapidly from side to side, and burying me deeper into her.

>I could stop her in any number of ways, but I don't want to. This sudden act of confidence is admittedly arousing.

>But the way she's going about this isn't going to work. All I have now is a mouth full of feathers.

>Putting one hand on her back, and the other on her tail, I press her downwards and lift up on her rear simultaneously.

>The natural part in her feathers opens, gives me a chance to breathe, and most importantly makes a direct path to her previously wetted opening.

>After catching a breath, I move in and make contact.

>The contractions are still ongoing, but from this perspective the moving folds feel much more like a set of kissing lips.

>I suppose since birds can't kiss normally, they're left only with this more intimate option.

>It's effective. Her movements slow and synchronize with me. My lips press against hers, and I begin to kiss back in a rhythm.

>She presses herself back more firmly and starts waving her hips back and forth in time. I track the movement as we perform a kissing ballet.

>After a few cycles of the motion, I press into her and open my mouth wider than before. She matches the act and the movements cease.

>I press my tongue against her, then easily inside. She clamps down ineffectively on the invader as it explores.

>Of course my tongue isn't very long, but it's working none the less. She's started to chirp again in excitement.

>Her sensitive spot must be right on the opening. There's one sure way to test that theory.

>I suckle on her, applying light suction, nibbling with my lips, and occasionally giving a wide and firm lick.

>She starts to lose it almost immediately. The normally quiet and composed bird of prey is gibbering and trying desperately to stay on her feet.

>I increase the suction, pulling her lips tightly against mine and waving my tongue up and down against her rapidly.

>That did it! She buckles, crouching down in my lap, throws her tail to the right and lets out a cry.

>Her sex heats on my tongue and I'm hit with a wave of fluids. The taste before was so mild it wasn't really notable, but this new flavor is distinct. It tastes rich, meaty, a little tart, and a little bitter.

>Not bad at all.

>She tries to get up, but in her state ends up falling forward. I'm forced to let our kiss go with a wet pop, and she ends up laying haphazardly in my lap. Wings splayed to each side and a leg sticking out.

>She's an absolute mess, and she's gasping for air.

>Well now, it looks like that one was even better than the last. Are you sated yet?

>She's not looking in my direction, her mind swimming in the afterglow.

>Senu? I start to stroke her neck, working through her feathers and smoothing them flat, by the time I get down to her wings she seems to have collected herself a bit.

>She pulls her leg in, stands, and ruffles her feathers back in order once again.

>For a moment nothing happens. A light breeze rolls through and the sounds of the earth around us become louder in our pause.

>She turns in my lap and steps towards me. Her wings fall and she pushes her beak under my chin, rolling her head into the curve of my neck.

>I raise my hands and put one under each of her wings and pull her close.

>We hold the embrace for what feels like several minutes.

>It could only have been a moment, but in that instant time felt like it slowed.

>I felt her heart beat slow down with it.

>I love you, Senu.

>At those words, she pulled away.

>She's regained her deliberate elegance, and steps calmly down my leg, then across, balancing herself between my thighs.

>The look in her eye is calculating and sharp. It's the same look she gets when closing in on prey.

>What- are you doing?

>The question was rhetorical. Of course I knew what she was doing.

>But how far did she intend to go with this venture?

>She skillfully grabs the lip of my trousers, then pulls down sharply. It wasn't nearly enough to expose me, but now she's absolutely gotten my attention.

>Hold on Senu. You weigh less than a hundred copper deben. Males of your species aren't even equipped as I am! You can't possibly be thi-

>My words were cut by her talon leaping forward and gripping dangerously close to my most personal assets.

>She grasped the cloth of my bottom wear viciously tight, and pulled with conviction.

>Okay!

>Her claw opened and drew back. She eyed me expectantly.

>I wasted no time in loosening the fit of my loins, then lifted myself off the ground to keep the backside from binding.

>Her beak once again reached forward, grasped the lip of the cloth, and pulled down. This time the material yielded easily, and in a moment she had uncovered me completely.

>I was engorged fully, and yes- desperate for release. I didn't want her to feel responsible for my state, but my body betrays, and her thoughts on the matter are clear.

>She stared, and that predatory gaze frightened me for a moment. It was foolish, but I couldn't help to think that in an instant she'd be tearing into her prize.

>Instead, she bowed forward and met the delicate flesh with the surface of her closed beak.

>She curved her head down further, and let herself slide down my length, until the small feathers on her head brushed against my tip and tickled it.

>So now that you have it, how do you intend to complete your quest?

>She pulled away hesitantly, and examined me once again.

>Bigger than you thought?

>She opened her beak in suggestion, the sharp hook, dry appearance and small inset tongue didn't look immediately inviting.

>You'll surely draw blood that way.

>She snapped her beak in defiance, stepped forward, sat on me, and pushed back sharply, lifting my manhood up against her rump.

>My member sank and felt to have disappeared into her warm soft plumage. She began to wiggle back and forth like she had earlier, and by the heavens the feeling of it!

>I was sent swimming in pleasure, her down drifted into my mind and clouded it.

>Her rapid and barely controlled movements slowed and became more calculated. She was searching.

>I knew she'd find her target soon, and I'd sink even further into her. The idea quickened my heart, and dried my mouth.

>I was left without air once more, but nothing physical obstructed me. I looked up to observe the captor of my breath, and Senu stood above.

>Senu. The basilisk bird. The look on her face was unmistakably passionate. Her eyes were on me, and locked me in place. My previous worry about practicality was lost. I only wanted to be within her.

>I felt a cool wetness on the tip of my member. Feathers, dampened earlier. The sensation must have been felt by her too, as her eyes lit up, her beak opened in glee, and she pushed down and back. My length easily made it through the coolness to the surface of a far more inviting warmth.

>We were so close now! I felt my tip touch her delicate opening, and she kissed me once, lightly. Then again, more firmly, and finally the resistance fell away inviting me inside.

>She began to sink upon me. My tip passed through the tight ring of her entrance and struck a wall almost immediately.

>Senu seemed prepared and simply crouched further, bowing herself while pushing back. The effect was that I slid up the wall, then over it.

>The previous barrier folded and I struck another, but this one receded smoothly with only a little pressure. Once it was passed Senu let out a long, low satisfied trill, then sharply bore down.

>The temperature rose to an incredible level beyond that last barrier. My blade pierced into the white hot coals of a forge, and was tempered by it.

>She pressed down on me and flicked her tail left and right with a slow rhythm.

>It was the most stimulating thing I had ever felt.

>I grasped at the ground around me and arched my back.

>My vision lost focus, the world bled away.

>Senu lifted herself halfway and dropped again.

>The sensation was greater than I could imagine, yet I desired still more.

>I finally moved, and grabbed her legs just above the talon.

>I pulled my legs in for leverage, then thrust up at her.

>At the peak of my thrust, I withdrew quickly, and before she could fall all the way back down, I thrust again.

>She bounced, and the impact made a soft smack and squelching sound.

>Her tail on reflex raised and dipped as this happened, and at the moment of impact it dipped down, and the feathers caressed my inner thigh

>I thrust again.

>She spread her wings and flapped delicately in time with my movement. Her wingspan has always impressed me, but now the appearance of her seemed godly.

>I thrust again.

>The ring of her opening clenched as firmly as it could manage at the impact of our bodies, and only relented at the peak. It felt as if she were trying desperately to milk me, then she'd fall and,

>Thrust

>If I had any control before, I was rapidly losing it. How long have we been going at it? I didn't care. There's only one thing that matters and that's breeding this bird. I need to, I must. I'll rut her as long as it takes. I'll fill her to the brim. I'll-

>Thrust

>I'll- cum- in-

>Thrust

>White- hot-

>Thrust

>Bred- full-

>Thrust

>Senu!

>Thrust

>Ah!-

>I hit the peak, she clamped down tightly and held. Her beak and talons clenched and the heat grew as I came.

>I felt my very essence pour out. A seething energy was pushed from myself into her. I gave her everything I had, and my body was left powerless.

>I slumped to the ground, and Senu fell forward onto my chest. As she fell, I was pulled from her with a dull and wet pop. A few drops of fluid escaped with me and struck my belly.

>She was looking as exhausted as I felt. Her beak rested on me, her wings were draped down my sides, and her feathers were a mess. She made no attempt to fix them this time.

>I went under her wings with my hands and weaved them around to her back. There I held them, keeping her in a close embrace.

>She was warm and soft on my body. I felt comfortable, and tired. I wanted to rest for a moment.

>But one thing first.

>Senu?

>She turned her head slightly in acknowledgement.

>I wanted you to know, that if you lay an egg...

>I'm eating it.

>*peck*

>Ow!