The Curse
Synopsis: A thief's desperate attempt to break a curse set upon him by a goddess changes the course of his life. Contains: M/M, hawk, transformation :>
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Amadeus the Geomancer held a silent vigil, hidden in the treetops of his forest home. He was waiting for someone. A liar. A cheat. A thief.
The Arrow of Artemis- one of the powerful artifacts that symbolized the Druids' support for the One True King- had been stolen, and the pact between Man and Nature thrown into jeopardy. What the thief presumably did not know was that the Arrow was protected by a powerful curse; a curse that would unmake him, body and soul, if nothing was done. He would be here soon.
The Goddess herself had blessed Amadeus with a vision of what was to come; a divine curse had been laid on the thief, appropriate to his crime. He had stolen the Arrow not just for money, but to win the transitory, lusty affections of a large-bosomed femme fatale who'd seduced him and promised to bed him if he could acquire the famously well-guarded Arrow. The thief had succeeded, and incurred the wrath of the Goddess herself.
The Curse of Artemis was not levied lightly. Contact with animals - any animal - would start to transform him into that animal's form, make him desire to mate with that creature, or others of its kind, and force his body and mind into submission until he was at one with nature; an animal in body, mind and spirit, subservient to the animal that had transformed him. So, the thief would come here. That much, Amadeus knew.
But he would probably be disappointed. This was not something mere mortal magic could remove; Amadeus was empowered to offer some measure of absolution, but only the man's actions could give him a measure of redemption. Amadeus had not been told what might be needed, merely... that he would *know* when the time came.
The time, though, was approaching fast... as was a haggard-looking man.
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Brande flicked a dagger into the palm of his right hand as he ran deeper and deeper into the forest, panting for breath. He had only barely managed to outrun the soldiers behind him as he fled the city, before making it into the forest clearing as he'd been told. Half-elated and half-filled with dreadful curiosity, Brande walked out into the circle of trees around the thick, even grass field. His heart began to throb with chill weakness and his skin flushed hot; the thief knew his time was running short...
The mere brush of his bare hand on his own horse's flank had been enough to start the curse; he had no symptoms beyond some usually bristly hair on his hand as of yet, but the man knew at once that he was under a powerful enchantment - but not its nature.
Brande knew precious little, other than what the elderly crone he usually bought his potions from had said. 'The High Druid, he's the only one who can save you, sweetie...' the crone had cackled in her keening voice. Though Brande found her unpleasant company in the best of times, she had told him where he could go for help.
"Great druid of the woods!" Brande called out, resting against the side of a large oak tree. The thief untied a heavy cloth bag set around his belt with his shaking fingers, lamely throwing it into the middle of the clearing. "I seek... your aid. I... I can pay for your time!"
The quiet unnerved him as he waited for a reply, or anything besides the low rustle of calm wind blowing through the forest. Compared to the raucous din of the city- where he had lived all his life- the silence was deafeningly chill.
"Speak", said the deep tone of the Druid, still hidden in the trees. Amadeus himself had been blessed with a form that was half-hawk, half-man, to better allow him to fulfill his duties to Nature. Hiding in the tree canopy like a feral raptor was second nature to him.
"Please, I beseech your aid!" Brande cried out, coughing as he did so. The human's skin was sallow and his eyes tinged with red as he frantically scanned the treetops high overhead, trying to locate the druid.
The thief's mind raced as he tried to bend his story into a persuasive lie, calling upon every bit of mental power his fevered thoughts had left. "I was... I was cursed by a powerful warlock for daring to oppose his power. I have nowhere to turn to, great druid, save your mercy. Please, whatever price you name... save me..."
Amadeus moved closer; releasing his grip on the branches and allowing his wings to spread, gliding down silently and stealthily to a point behind where the thief was looking.
"Oh? A dire curse indeed... but there is no need for... impoliteness. Who are you? Who was this warlock? What is the nature of your curse?"
He gave a screech like a feral hawk; his form of a mocking laugh, though he doubted the thief could recognize it as such. "And, do you know what you ask? Many times have I seen men who have promised that they will pay *any* price, only to find that there are prices that they did not know, until too late, that they would *not* pay... none have offered me to name my own price, before, and I like to think I am better than renegade djinn or violent warlocks... "
The thief still couldn't see him... the man seemed weak, haggard. Good; it befitted his punishment.
"I... my name is Brande. Brande Tyrmerine... I'm from Ethkelan. Lived there all my life..." Brande said, closing his eyes and leaning back against the tree. When he heard the druid's voice- and that shrill, hawk cry behind him- a shiver ran up his spine. The thief let the dagger in his hand go, dropping it to the grass with a dulled thud. Brande could only hope the show of weakness would engender some sympathy with the druid...
"He was a cruel and evil man... a woman I knew brought his ire upon her when she spurned his affections. I took it upon myself to save her from his dark magics... only to feel them myself..." the thief continued, dearly hoping that the druid couldn't sense the tarnished silver arrow hidden beneath his cloak. He had no idea what made the arrow so valuable; if the ancient missile hadn't been so well protected, Brande's appraising eyes would never have given it a second glance.
Amadeus sighed to himself as the thief spun his transparent lies. Very well; this was how the man wished to play it?
"Oh dear. A noble deed indeed, and a curse most cruel... although, surely the Mages' Guild could cure you? They accept payment for spellcasting, and the Ethkelan chapter is able to remove all but the mightiest of curses... this warlock must be a powerful man indeed!"
He shifted positions again, silently gliding to a tree right above the thief. "You said you had brought tribute? What is it you have brought? You surely know that the Druids value giving something to Nature, over and above material wealth - we accept that only in the most unusual of cases... oh, you appear to be most unwell, Mister Tyrmerine. What is happening to you?"
"I... I don't properly know," Brande answered. Ever since he had laid his gloved fingers on the damnable arrow, he had felt sick and disoriented, as though his brain and body were constantly trying to move in different directions. "My friends... they couldn't help me. All I have is treasure, great druid. If that isn't enough... I have little recourse..."
Brande swallowed hard and walked forward from the tree, feverishly scanning the trees above him to try and see the druid. "Please..." he cried, trying to ignore the warm, building itch across his skin.
Amadeus decided it was time for an entrance. He loosed his talons and dropped from the tree effortlessly, gliding his feathered, deceptively light form to the ground.
The druid landed barely ten feet from the trembling thief, folding his winged arms before slowly turning to face Brande. Amadeus was dressed in a druid robe that more resembled brown cloth fabric held to his inhuman form by a variety of belts than any familiar human clothing; around his neck hung a wooden amulet covered in moss, shaped in the symbol of the Goddess, denoting his high status.
His body still had a humanoid shape to it, but his bond with Nature had made him as much red-tailed hawk as man. His hands were tipped with talons sharper than any metal knife could hope to be, and his arms were lined with long feathers that allowed him to fly. His nose and mouth were combined into a rigid yellowish-grey beak, above which his inhuman, unnervingly red eyes hovered and flicked around, taking in everything with a predatory gaze. His feet were three-toed, yellow-scaled talons, with a single toe reversed, allowing him to grip onto tree branches with ease; no human footwear could possibly fit the avian druid.
"I am Amadeus, the High Druid of this forest. For seven decades I have lived alone with only the Goddess for company, growing closer to Nature, using my powers to serve the Natural world... so, tell me, young city-man... why do you think that Nature will help you where others have failed?"
"By the very gods!" Brande blurted, falling backwards as he scrambled away from the approaching hawk-man. The thief frantically pushed himself backwards against the grass, stopping his retreat only when he noticed the birdlike druid had stopped, merely watching him. Breathing heavily, Brande stared at the feathered druid, not sure whether the sight was a product of his fevered imagination or if the High Druid really was *that* close to nature after all...
"I... I thought... I mean..." the thief stuttered, his concentration temporarily broken. "I heard the curse was... someone told me, I mean... they said only a High Druid c-could help remove it... I don't know more than that..." he said, staring at Amadeus. Damn it all! Why did I let that foolish woman talk me into stealing that bloody, blasted arrow! Oh, if I make it out of this I'm swearing off drink for the rest of my life... Brande thought, reflexively feeling the small dagger he kept hidden inside his belt. If worse came to worse, he doubted he could defend himself from the raptorial druid.
Amadeus blinked, his eyes taking on a reddish glow as he extended his perception to view the magical curse in detail.
Ah... yes, most ingenious, and powerful, tied to the man's very soul... indeed, only the Gods had such powers. His vision had been accurate; the magic would prompt animals to be drawn to the man, and change the man to grow more like those creatures he was close to. The more he gave in to those feelings, the more he would change until he was of the very same form. Harsh... but, Nature was Nature, and all souls returned and were reborn, whatever form they took at birth or death, regardless of whether it was the same one. This curse was powerful, though, and fundamental; not even Amadeus could remove this, only Artemis herself could do that.
But... ah. Yes. That wasn't *quite* true, as it seemed... it was a connection to Nature that triggered the curse, not specifically an animal. In theory, spending enough time alone in these woods, he might become a tree instead.
Amadeus himself was connected to Nature. It might be dangerous to get too close.
Hmm. There were possibilities, though. Amadeus ruminated on the matter silently; triggering the curse, would change the man - but the curse would end at the change's completion, his penance served in the eyes of the Gods... and if he himself was the focus of the curse's manifestation, then Brande's new form would reflect Amadeus'. But his hawklike form was a gift from a Goddess herself; surely it was not appropriate for an unrepentant thief to be granted it?
Ah. But his soul, too, would be altered... he would still have his mind, since Amadeus was not a mindless beast, but his soul would be touched closely by the love and respect for Nature... this unpromising young man could be a powerful Guardian, given the chance.
Yes. This was what Artemis had meant, in his vision, surely. So, how to trigger the curse... He looked more deeply.
Oh.
Oh, no, surely not?
Artemis sought balance in all things. The price of the thief's lust-driven crime was a dark reflection of his thoughtlessness; his fate would be sealed only when he gave in to the compulsion the Goddess had lain upon him and mated.
Males were not to Amadeus' liking, especially... but he had no qualms as such, homosexuality was a part of nature as much as actual procreation. And... it had been a long time since the bird-man had experienced intimate company. A very long time; the few human women he knew were scared by his form, and no male had shown any interest in him, either- at least, not in *that* way.
This could be... fun. The curse was supposed to make the victim subservient and quiescent, but it was also supposed to transform the victim into something without a mind, without free will; if Amadeus let him keep his mind, the thief might just go his own way and continue with his misbegotten ways. It was a risk....
"Hrm... stand, please", Amadeus said. "I shall need to examine you more closely." He stepped closer, his keen senses noting the presence of the very Arrow the thief had yet to admit to stealing. Would the man earn at least some measure of absolution by confession, he wondered?
Brande laughed nervously at the druid's words, before springing up from the grass with a burst of strength. The High Druid was actually going to help him! A faint spark of dreams ran through Brande's thoughts as he considered his next course of action. Ensure he could be cured... get away before the bird heard any of the truth... find Esmerelda and claim his gold- and *her* fine body...
"Thank you, thank you," the thief repeated, his thanks softly-spoken but genuine. He had no idea the High Druid had already unraveled every last tendril of deceit; no idea his lies were sealing his fate like a noose around a condemned man's neck...
Fidgeting around, Brande spread his arms and legs slack and to his sides, folding his cloak behind him. Only one thing troubled his thoughts: if the hawk-man could see the magical aura suffusing his body, might the Druid's huge, red-gold eyes not also be able to see the arrow behind him..?
Amadeus stepped forward, pacing around the worried thief, deliberately letting his predatory instincts come to the fore. Why put the man at ease with comforting facades? He would be at ease one way or another, soon enough.
"Hmm. Yes... a powerful curse indeed. It appears to be designed to... well, make you become an animal, in body and mind; whatever animal you are closest to at the time. A potent and cruel curse, indeed; you must truly have angered your warlock enemy! Hmm... it looks as if... have you had any... unusual desires, recently? Strange feelings, or odd occurrences happening around you? Please. Tell me *everything*... it could be vitally important... the curse appears to create such temptations, and... shall we say, it is quickened by their indulgence."
Amadeus let his eyes flick over the spot where the arrow lay hidden beneath the man's cloak, masterfully pretending the sheer power of the magical radiance didn't hurt like looking into the sun. The thief watched, and, he hoped, would be mollified somewhat, until Amadeus could get a better measure of his character. He knew what he probably should do... but it was important he be *sure*.
Fear and greed resumed their old rivalry inside Brande's mind as the predatory druid stalked behind him, the sight of his sharp, curled talons enough to make the thief shiver instinctively. He shuddered again as he heard the hawk's words, suddenly remembering the very awkward horseback ride out of city limits. Damn, damn it all! It wasn't the feeling of being jostled in his saddle that had given him that erection after all..!
"Uh... well..." Brande said, stalling as best he could. Did that mean he was going to turn into a horse!? A stupid, ugly, four-legged beast of burden!? Was that why his skin felt so hot and his limbs so damned heavy!? "Oh gods..." he whispered, shuddering with revulsion.
Closing his eyes and balling his hands into fists, Brande prepared himself for another performance. This one had to be good. He deemed a sparing measure of truth necessary. "I might have... been exposed to something else recently. You see... while I was fighting that evil warlock, I stumbled across a vault deep inside his library. Inside... I found this arrow. I wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed a powerful item, something dangerous. I knew I couldn't just leave it there..." he said, unslinging his cloak and placing the long, tarnished arrow on the forest floor, in front of the High Druid.
Well, thought Amadeus. At least the man admitted to having the Arrow. Previous lies made for poor future trust, though; surely the man must know what he had? Indeed; he was no doubt admitting to it now because he was scared of the nature of his curse, and more worried about a cure failing because the information was withheld, than about the consequences of revelation. Or perhaps he thought Amadeus might not know about the Arrow, or how it might be that a cursed man might be carrying it away from its home.
The Gods could be capricious and vengeful, but they were rarely unjust. If he had innocently recovered the Arrow, he surely would not have been cursed so.
Amadeus himself felt safe; as a powerful servant of Artemis, he was beyond her curse unless he spectacularly fell from her graces. He did not think he was about to.
"Ah. The Arrow of Artemis. I was wondering when you might admit to carrying it... yes, I noticed its magic, most potent, most distinctive" he said, thoughtfully, carefully eyeing the young thief, who was looking even more sickly than before. "Well, that makes the curse on you a deific one, which means you have choices to make. You have either begun to experience strange desires already, or you will soon... if you are strong of will and resist the curse for a sufficiently long period of time, perhaps Artemis will be impressed and reward you by removing it from you. Or, perhaps you will succumb to the temptation and indulge the desire, with whatever animal or plant happens to be nearby; then you will rapidly cease to care about the curse or the changes that will overtake you. You may even come to enjoy them and be happy falling into them, but you would be a part of Nature thereafter, until Nature takes back the life you possess and places your soul elsewhere in the next Cycle. Or, of course, you can run and try to get the curse removed some other way... but if a Goddess has laid a curse on you, it is in no man's power to simply 'break' it so. If there are ways - no guarantee! - then the price will be a dire one indeed, dire enough that you may wish to let the curse run its course so that your soul will be your own in the *next* life..."
He watched the young thief carefully. What would he do now, how would he respond to more of the cards being laid on the table? They each still had a hand to play... but the thief had yet to realize he was drawing from a stacked deck.
"W-what do you mean?" Brande asked, weakly straining forward. "You're a High Druid... surely you can help me! Surely I'm not going to be condemned to such a fate for... mere..." the thief continued, clenching his teeth together. It was a curse from a *god*!? Was the bird-druid bluffing, or was the vengeance of Artemis herself truly upon him!?
Growing up in Ethkelan had made Brande many things, but above them all was a survivor.
"I might have... forgotten to..." the man began to mumble, swallowing his pride and meeting the hawk's eyes directly for the first time. They were far too large; it made the thief feel distinctly unwell to look the raptor in his eyes.
"Look, gods-damn-it all, I... I'm a... a thief. A redhead with a mean streak deep as a the Abyss itself hired me to steal the damn thing for two thousand sovereigns and a one night stand. I never meant to anger any gods, or bring down an ancient sodding curse!" Brande shouted hoarsely, shaking his hands at the hawk as he gave the confession. "Please, just... stop it! I... I can already feel it, in my very bones! I'll do anything, just don't let me turn into a... a bloody horse!" he shouted, falling down to his knees with his hands clasped in supplication.
Amadeus smiled; being a bird, this was more a movement of the down around his beak, a spark in his eye; nothing the man would pick up on. He stepped forward and gingerly picked up the Arrow with one foot, placing it well out of the way near the young thief's backpack.
The druid looked back at the kneeling, begging man as he circled back around. "Well. Honesty, at last. There may yet be hope for you yet, young Tyrmerine. Stay there a moment... I shall muster my magic and see what, if anything, I can do."
He stepped quickly back, so that he was standing behind the young man's kneeling form, and carefully unclasped the thief's cloak. "Hmm... good. No more weapons there..." he mused to himself, letting the thief know that trust was not something he had yet won. Then, he placed his large, sharp-clawed hands on the man's shoulders and squeezed hard, letting a small charge of healing-magic pass between them. The thief would no doubt feel it, and know it was magic; that would distract him for a while, allay his suspicions. He could run, of course... but if he did, then a fine young specimen would be wasted on the Equine world, and Amadeus was less and less inclined to let that happen.
"There... small enough magic, it may help a little... but, the breaking of a divine curse, although possible, is *never* without its price. You must think, and be certain of the price you may wish to pay. Forget your thieved trinkets; they are irrelevant; that is not the currency in which such prices are paid..."
Underneath the giant hawk-man, Brande shuddered. The hawk's hands squeezed his shoulder so hard it felt numb; he felt the sharp edge of one raptorial claw pricking his skin right through his tanned leather coat. But after a few seconds, a gentle, cooling tingle flowed through Brande's shoulder, spreading outward into his chest and head. It dampened the feverish warmth running through him, making Brande exhale with a small measure of relief.
Though the High Druid's words confused more than consoled him, Brande descried the meaning in them. "Whatever it takes..." he breathed, again shuddering under the hawk's grasp as he carefully pulled away his backup blade, tossing it to the side in another desperate bid for trust. The blade felt heavy but harmless in his hands; if the hawk wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have much a chance in his present state. "I'm... going to be okay though, right? I mean... you can help me, right? The curse won't change me into a mere beast if you intervene?"
Amadeus chuckled but did not respond, instead reaching up with one hand to unbuckle his belt and begin unfastening the remaining straps that held his robes together. His feathers covered all hint of nudity, but he found that people tended to assume clothes equated with sentience, and he had been forced in those early first days of his rebirth, to dodge a few panicked attacks by woodsmen and even rangers he'd known well before his transfiguration. But, clothing reassured people that he was not a simple monster, it made conversation possible.
Conversation was not what he planned. He would need no clothes for this.
He actually felt a slight tingle himself; he recognized it immediately, being a powerful weaver of magic, accustomed to feeling the Goddess' power running through him. The curse had found a new pathway to connect its victim to the natural world... it was reluctant to let go of its old template, though. He pressed a little more of his life-energy against it, gently manipulating the tendrils of magic woven into the man's form, letting it latch onto him, instead, assimilating his form.
Amadeus felt curiously invigorated as the curse began to connect with him. A little aroused... not merely out of desperation born of lacking for so long, but something deeper. Most likely, it was the curse attempting to attract him, to make him follow through; a wild beast would not willingly approach a man with such thoughts in its mind, after all. Amadeus was no wild beast; its effects merely clouded his thoughts and judgment instead of controlling his mind.
The druid chuckled again as he let his unfastened robe quietly fall from his brown-feathered form; he intended to serve the will of the Goddess anyway, but the added help might be useful. He did not relish the thought of mating with a male. The thief probably didn't, either... though he soon would, and the speed Amadeus had in mind probably meant he wouldn't until a bit later. Good; he deserved *some* punishment in this matter, even if later he was happy with his fate...
Amadeus carefully used one claw to cut open the seam of the thief's pants; his talon was magically kept so sharp that the young man didn't even notice. The High Druid put his amulet aside on top of his robe as he bent down behind the thief, rubbing at the young man's arms and pushing him slightly forward. "Lean forward", he said. "There's a way to intervene, but, you may not like it... be prepared. You may feel a short, sharp pain."
The feel of the hawk's strong claws and scaly fingers pulling on his arms made the thief twitch slightly. He could hardly believe that the High Druid had once been human. What sort of man would willingly choose such a fate? He couldn't imagine such a strange, solitary life. But those thoughts were distant, unimportant. Brande took a deep breath and leaned forward onto his hands and knees, folding his body into a supplicant's bow.
Amadeus was already leaning down over him, readying to cut through the undergarments as well; Brande's sudden motion instead made the incisions run too high, slicing Brande's belt cleanly in two as well as cutting his cloth undergarments to ribbons. The young man's pants and undergarments hung loosely away from his now-bare rear end.
"Artemis... please forgive me for..." Brande began to pray, before feeling a draft blow and wane against his bottom. "What in... hey!" the thief said, suddenly arching his upper body upward, struggling to stand.
Amadeus, though, was strong, and pushed down harder on Brande's back and shoulders, preventing the thief from rising fully, forcing him back to hands and knees. He felt magic flow as the curse ran through him, merging with and directing his own predatory instincts. Yes... his prey was warm and struggling; that was good. But it was not the usual hunger that this one would sate, as the divine magic channeled that adrenaline lower, lower, past his belly and between his legs.
From the sheath concealed under the downy feathers at his groin, Amadeus' maleness started to swell as the anticipation hit him fully. He'd toyed with the odd male before and not enjoyed it for its own sake; he mainly aimed for females... but, this particular struggling young man's exposed ass looked so enticing and appealing, more than the shapely curves of a woman ever had.
He grabbed the youth in a bear hug, grinding his swelling sheath against and between those smooth cheeks; up and down, and then against each firm mound. The human's body was generous for a thief; muscled but without a great deal of fat. Though his skin was slick with sweat and sallow with shock, Amadeus could feel the latent strength in Brande's handsome body. The human's toned thighs and rounded, lean ass were pleasantly firm to push against; the High Druid knew he wouldn't have to worry about treating the criminal too harsh during their mating...
Brande could feel a warm, buzzing tingle run between the hawk and his own flushed, sweating body as the avian druid hugged him close, but it did nothing to calm him. "W-woah, no! H-hey, what's all this!? Druid!" he exclaimed, weakly trying to pull himself away from Amadeus' hug. The thick feathers covering the bird's breast rubbed across his lower back, while the warm, meaty weight of the creature's sheathed, bestial genitals suddenly pressed up into his backside threateningly. Each tickling rub along the sensitive cleft of his toned, slightly-rounded rear made him feel nauseous... but just a little curious at the same time...
Amadeus had not lain with anyone in many years, not since taking on the form of a red-tail. He didn't honestly know how much of his need was his own, how much was the magic of the curse compelling him to rut the man like an animal, and how much was his avian body's unfamiliar mating instincts. The last of these was the one area of the Natural world he had not had opportunity to explore for a great span of time; his talons were useful, but pleasuring one's self was not a part of his raptorial instincts. It did not move something deep and primitive in him like this young lad's desperate struggles did. The tapered end of his maleness slid slickly from the plump sheath as it hardened and slid into the thief's warm crevice, leaving a slight trail of preseed on the man's rear.
"Ahh... did you not say you would pay any price? Your curse attracts any with a connection to Nature... this is how we shall work through it... Goddess, your skin feels so good... have you ever done this before?"
"No! Hey, whatd'yeh mean, work through it!?" the thief cried, rearing up and trying to toss the hawk off his back. But his struggles were met with force far greater than his attenuated muscles could make; he was as firmly trapped under the hawk's talons as a caught mouse. "Y-you said you'd help me, not... not rape me! I don't care how great a soddin' nature priest you are, I'm a bloody man! Not some damned nancy-boy!"
Amadeus loved the feel of the man's warm, smooth skin against his feathers; he hadn't expected that... but it was logical, proximity aided the magic's progression, so it made him want it... made him, perhaps, want it all the more since his... 'partner' evidently did not, yet. Artemis' curse was intended to be a punishment, after all.
"Ahhg! I know you can hear me, you bloody bird! Get off!" Brande screamed, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. His struggles grew desperate in intensity as he realized he wasn't going to break the hawk's pin through strength alone. The thief pulled his right elbow back to smash it into the hawk's belly, but the raptor caught him hard by the wrists before he could make a move.
Amadeus yanked hard on Brande's wrists. With his arms pulled out from under him, the young man's torso and head smashed heavily to the grassy forest floor, followed by the bulk of Amadeus' weight. With Brande winded and momentarily dazed, Amadeus loosened his grip, long enough to slice through the back of the youth's shirt and tunic, exposing the bare skin of his back. Amadeus crooned softly as he pressed his chestfeathers against the warm human skin, pushing up with the grain of his plumage, and then back down against it.
"I know... I hear..." he said, as his maleness hardened further. It tingled with a magical heat he had not felt since his own Change. "You'll want this as much as me soon... once you've felt my cock in your ass, you're going to beg me to be bred... you'll spread your legs further just to feel more of me in you... you're going to
The tapered tip of his avian shaft prodded against the man's entrance, a small spurt of precum lubricating it only a little as the member pressed against the taut pucker that Brande struggled to hold shut.
"Aaah! Stop it, you soddin' bird!" Brande cursed. "Esmerelda, you right bitch! I'm going to make you bleed for this!" He hoarsely cried, twitching from side to side as Amadeus' member pressed into his anal ring straight-on, leaving a smear of warm slickness on it. The thief wasn't sure if he should laugh or cry- the female thief had promised him sexual adventures the likes of which he had never seen, but *this*...
Brande yet out a mewling yelp as his body burned with the strain of struggling under the inhumanely strong druid. He could feel the warm, slick tip of the hawkman's raptorhood pressing firmly against his unprotected hole; his anus burned as Amadeus pushed against it again and again, straighter and stronger as the raptor adjusted his position for a better angle. Brande had never even felt the tightness of a woman's ass around his member, preferring a warm mouth or moist vagina for his sexual pleasure. The feeling of having his own body- his ass!- threatened by the member of a male animal was beyond his wildest fears. Worse were the druid's words; the quiet and ruminative High Druid seemed to be falling into a lustful, animalistic trance of some kind. The bird might be speaking in scratchy but perfectly intelligible Common, but his words were that of a beast in heat...
"I don't know what... in the bloody hell... you think this is... ughn... damn!" Brande whispered, shuddering as he rolled his head against the wet grass under him. "But if you think I want a hawk's bloody tool shoved up my arse, you've got the brain of a bird in yer head!"
Warm feathers pressed down against his back and sides as he struggled to free his pinned arms, but the poor thief was beginning to feel the magic of the curse grow stronger and stronger. It was a queer feeling, a buzzing along his skin and a throbbing in his bones that made him feel... lighter. Unlike the heavy, wearing throbbing he had felt after riding his horse, this was energizing; nearly pleasant...
Amadeus' grip tightened around Brande in a crushing bear hug while his hindtalons wrapped around the young man's clothed ankles like they were tree branches. Despite his growing lust, the High Druid had more than enough presence of mind to avoid gripping too hard; his enhanced strength was enough to crush bone, to snap swords and spears cleanly and easily. He was a predator; but this prey's struggles were amusing. He toyed a little with the male, keeping his full strength in reserve and letting the young man - just occasionally - think his struggles were making progress.
The squirming, the shouts, and insults, the hope and its dashing; Amadeus had never been a vindictive sort, but right now, it was the sweetest foreplay he could imagine. He had enough presence of mind to know it was partly the curse's doing; for a start, the thought of using a male's ass had never aroused him like this. But now his shaft was fully and painfully erect; mere teasing would sate it no longer. Amadeus pressed his raptorhood firmly against the thief's pucker and, as Brande struggled under him, he felt the tight, clenched anus give slightly; lubricated enough that at last, the thin, tapered head of his cock could slide inside. A spurt of preseed entered Brande's freshly deflowered ass shortly after, as the bird slowly worked most the length of his thick but tapered penis into the other male. He felt the young man under him freeze at the sensation, though whether that was because it felt good or bad Amadeus didn't know - nor care. He knew that his prediction would come true; Brande would be begging for more before long
"Aaah... there... that wasn't... so hard..." he sighed, pushing his hips forward, filling the struggling human further. In only a few seconds, the High Druid had fully hilted inside Brande, trying ineffectually to use his hindtalons to pull the man's pants down; the garment's torn seat allowed access to his ass, but still hung stubbornly off his backside and crotch, and kept his legs pressed together, limiting how far Amadeus' member could sink into the soft-skinned human.
Brande was frozen in shock as he felt his anus squeeze around the druid's birdlike member. His anal muscles burned with pain as they clenched hard around the penis entering his body, no longer keeping it outside his body but unwilling to give up the fight. As though a dam had burst open inside him, Brande's internal muscles were then forced to yield to the hawk's slick, hot pole, until the human male felt the whole hot, quivering, fleshy length of the druid's bestial cock hilt into him. It was only when the Druid's beak poked into the back of his neck that he came to his senses.
"Aaaah! O-oh g-gods, ahhh! Y-you... bloody... bird..! S-stop, stop!" Brande cried out, shaking with anger and surprise. The druid had pinned his hands hard against the grass; his struggling was fitful and energetic but ultimately futile. Nothing he did could lodge the thick penis from his anal passage, and his struggles merely strained his poor anus further. The other male was far too strong to fight; Brande cried out again, and then shook his head and began to cry into the grass under him, his clenching anal muscles desperate for relief. His breathing was shallow and weak as he rubbed his face against the ground, sobbing and closing his eyes to try and staunch the tears flowing from them. He hardly noticed that, underneath the bitter pain of his deflowered ass, a far more pleasant feeling was building...
Amadeus' wickedly-sharp beak rubbed at the human's cheek, his tailfeathers fanning out with the triumphant sensation of penetration, entirely new to his avian body. "Hrm... just trying to help..." he said, coyly and lewdly. "I guess this bird's stuffing you... do you like it yet? How does having a hawk cock in your ass make you feel? Get used to it... I'm going to fill you full with my seed, and you're going to love it, beg for every... last... squirt..." He taunted, punctuating his words with short but solid thrusts into the confused and struggling man's hole.
Brande tried not to focus on the storm of sensations swimming through his body, but they were growing and melding with the aura of magical, tingling heat buzzing around him. While the druid's healing magic had attenuated the buzzing feeling earlier, now every thrust from the bird's cock was making it build stronger and stronger. "You... you queer bastard! I ain't a freak of nature, and I don't bloody want to be!" he begged, turning his face from the hawk's sharp beak as it grazed his skin. The humiliating realization that the hawk's maleness felt *good* hilted inside his rump was not one he wanted to acknowledge. Brande's anal passage felt twinges of strange sexual pleasure as Amadeus playfully humped into him, drawing even more .
"Uhg... g-get... off... get off... my arse..!" Brande cried again, squirming with impotent rage as the odd pleasure coming from his rear grew stronger and stronger. "I'll... I'll bloody k-kill you for this! I will... ugh..!" he cursed, head tossing and turning under the raptor-druid's birdlike embrace. But no matter how he twisted his body, Amadeus' talons were locked firm into the meat of his thighs...
A firm thrust from the hawk sent a wave of pleasure through Brande's ass. With a fierce shudder and a low moan, the thief felt his hardened member press against the front of his torn undergarments. His penis throbbed, and he felt droplets of warmth begin to soak into the cloth where it covered the head of his cock...
Amadeus smirked to himself. "Oh... what was that... did you say, you want me to... get off... in your arse?" he taunted, pressing into the human's hot hole again as he did so. The avian preseed Amadeus drooled into the male's ass soothed and eased the passage somewhat, but the motion, amidst Brande's bucking and kicking and yelling, was far from smooth or slow. "Why so soon... you need to enjoy the ride...!"
So saying he maneuvered himself back slightly, his cock slowly pulling free of the human's depths until only an inch of his pole was inside Brande's anus. Then, with an audible, squishing thump that pushed Brande hard against the soft grass, he thrust back inside, hilting himself in what was now a single fluid motion. The bird's feathered hips ground firm up against the human's cured leather pants as he felt the male's passage flex around the whole length of his cock. The sensation was intense; he felt a spurt of preseed flow from his shaft into the young man, larger than before. He knew his avian member had a tendency to leak more than he had as a human... this seemed far more than usual, but perhaps that was an effect of the magic influencing him. Had he been, say... the lad's horse, without some degree of alteration of instinct... and function... it would have been a fatal liaison, rather than a transformative one.
But, ahh... what was the lad going to look like when he was changed?
An image of a slight-framed hawk entered Amadeus' mind; golden, shining talons; long, bright feathers; a beak with a sheen like glass; strong wings to lift himself aloft... but a light, smooth body, a needy, shrill cry, a maleness jutting from his groin as Amadeus carried him into the sky and sank into him, reveling in the body of another of his kind...
Amadeus wondered if the curse would make the recalcitrant human into an eager bitch, and for how long... permanently? For that matter, Amadeus wondered if the level of pleasure he felt now might remain. Would he want to bed a woman again, after such carnal delight? Bah; it mattered not, he'd had neither male nor female, he would take what he could. If he became permanently enamored... well, he would have a great deal of fun.
He thrust again, wanting to make that vision come true. His sharp hearing could tell the thief's pants were not simply of pain or anger any more; there was a faint but increasing pleasured undertone to them. The insults were fading somewhat... soon, he guessed, soon the youth would start to show signs of change. Then soon after he should start to want them, and then, ah, then he would want to give himself willingly to his raptorial captor, even if the sex meant nothing, just so he could be transformed... and the predator would have his prey, yes...
Though he understand less than Amadeus, Brande felt goosebumps rising along his arms as the druid continued to savagely mate with him. "Godsss... uh... ahhrg!" Brande hissed, and then yelled aloud as Amadeus withdrew from his rump and then thrust back in at full force. The hawk's slick, hot pole was filling his tender, virgin rear up with preseed, and making the vigorous thrusts quicker and smoother- if not any gentler. The thief's anus still tensed fiercely during every assault, squeezing hard around the hawk's member whenever it pushed into his body, but the resistance did naught but pleasure the sex-crazed bird all the more.
"You... you fucking bastard..." Brande hollowly swore, choking on a hiss as the hawk punished him with a harsh thrust. The hawk's cock shoved into him up to the hilt, sending another burst of bizarre pleasure though his body. "Agh! Ahh... uhn!" Brande suddenly moaned, as he shot a wet spurt of preseed against the front of his undergarments with an audible squish. Though it filled his heart with furious hate to admit it, he felt like he was going to cream himself if the unwanted thrusts up his rear kept up...
Amadeus smiled wickedly as he heard the human's imprisoned shaft spurt preseed with an audible splatter. "Aaaaah... I *said* you'd enjoy this... hmm... how does it feel now, eh?" He jabbed his shaft inside the man's body, pausing his thrusts a moment. "You love feeling a hot, throbbing maleness inside you, more than you love the feel of any woman you've ever fucked... oh, yes, you'll love being my little bird... you'll want to have this every day... and I'll..." he jabbed again, "...give it to you!"
Brande shuddered as he contemplated this dark little twist, painfully aware the hawk had heard him wet his underwear with pre. "You... you bloody stupid bird... you... ughn..." he whispered, voice emotionless save for the moans drawn from his throat. Eyes red and welling with tears, Brande turned his low-hung head to face Amadeus, looking his rapist right in his big, red, raptorial eyes. "I'm... not... I've never been like this! Why... why's it... feel... good..." he said, defeated, under shallow breaths, shivering as the hawk's feathered bulk pressed against every inch of his back...
...it felt rather nice against his goosebumps. The odd little lumps were growing all across his back, spreading along his sides in tingling waves of sensation...
The hawk craned his head sideways to look into the human eyes, feeling momentarily sorry for the pain and conflict he could see there. But he knew it would fade in due course. He withdrew again, and thrust back hard, then twice, then a third time, hearing Brande's gasps and pants become more pleasure-filled each time the High Druid's shaft filled him.
Amadeus noticed the odd bumps that were forming on that no-longer-completely smooth skin as his mating grew more passionate. With every thrust, every spurt of preseed inside the human's body, they grew and shifted. Now, these, Amadeus could remember from his own change, decades ago though it was; follicles forming into vessels fit to hold feathers rather than puny mammalian hairs. Yes... the change was starting.
The bestial High Druid kept his thrusts short and shallow for a moment, while he released his grip a little, and used a spare hand to turn Brande's head towards his again, looking into the human's eyes as flecks of red started to permeate the man's pupils, which were starting to widen. He almost tried to kiss Brande, before he remembered he had a beak, not lips... damn, it had been far too long since he'd done this, he should have persuaded someone to try to mate with him, even if only to work out all the logistics.
The druid's tongue flicked out of his beak and licked the human's lips, feeling something starting to push out from the human's bared shoulders and tangle with his feathers; the first of Brande's proto-feathers were starting to form...
"Mmmmhmmm", he said, continuing his licking, slowing his thrusts, sensing that the young man's will was broken, and needing, wanting to see it demonstrated. He pulled his shaft back, slowly, and said, "You know... I think you'll make a sexy little bird... you can fly by any time you please, and call me up to you, and we'll fly as high as we can... and I'll stick my shaft inside you while we lock talons and fall back towards the ground, and we'll mate wildly as we tumble until I fill your ass with seed and we drop safely into the trees... how does that sound, little birdy?"
Squirming hot under the druid's embrace, Brande's mind was awash in visions of lurid, animalistic sex. Every perverse word made his skin crawl and his body shiver, and yet he was pressing towards Amadeus needfully. The feel of the hawk's feathered crotch pressed snug against his backside, the deliciously powerful tingles that throbbed through his cock whenever his rear entrance was forced open, the warm trickle of hawk-pre down the crack of his rear, beading on the back of his ballsack... it felt heavenly and yet so very, very *wrong*.
"I... I'm not... I don't like... heights..." Brande whispered, clinging to his shredded resistance through pure instinct. "Uhg... I don't want to be... a bird..." he breathed, shivering as he tried to deny what was happening to his body...
He could feel them, the rising bumps, the growing filaments that pierced through them in waves; the churning bone and muscle inside his sickly-sallow flesh. Both the taking of his ass and the changes sweeping over his body made Brande felt nauseous and ecstatic at the same time. "G-mgnh.." he mumbled, Amadenus' slim tongue pressing over his lips in another lick. Instinctively, Brande pressed his own tongue forward, licking the side of the hawk's half-open beak before he realized what he was doing. He curled the tip of his tongue around the hard edge, exploring the druid's birdlike beak...
"Oh... gods... it's... it's true..." he whined, moaning again as the hawk's humping continued unabated, filling and evacuating the sensitive passage of his rear with increasingly-firm, pre-slickened thrusts. The High Druid really was taking him like a bitch in heat, and the truth of the gods was that he *was* enjoying it, despite himself. His penis was completely hard now, jutting from between his shredded pants like a metal pole. "W-what have... you done to me?" he whispered, shaking as the magic of the curse thrummed through his very bones.
Crying silently, the thief shivered as the first of his feathers grew out along his sides. Longer filaments were spreading from his forearms and down his ankles, while his feet throbbed as began to grow inside his shoes. The sickly, sallow sheen on his skin was drying out now as it thickened, turning into the thick hide of an animal. His face felt hard and grew in on itself, pushing forward with odd creaks that made his head feel faint...
"Ghg... ahk.. ahh!" A soft cry gurgled from the changing thief's mouth as it began to twist into a bird's beak. Feeling the stiffness in his growing, increasingly pale lips, Brande struggled up onto his hands and knees with Amadeus still hilted deep in his rump. With every hot drop of preseed the hawk pumped into his ass, the thief felt a perverse craving for more of the bird's bestial cock. The need was growing stronger than his will to resist...
A few more thrusts hard and deep into his hole left his maleness painfully hard and his muscles hot and weak. With a mournful cry, the human lowered his head and began to pant, giving voice to the alien desires he felt. "Oh-h... please... harder..." he said, keeping his voice as low as he could.
Amadeus gave another solid thrust in response, then slowly withdrew again, this time further than before. "It's easy to get that, if you want it..." his shaft slipped entirely from Brande's ass, the drooling tip just barely kissing the male's abused pucker. "...You can have that if you prove you're a proper little bitch now, my little birdie... So, go on... pull your pants down and spread your legs wide, so I can push into you even deeper than that. Don't you want me to be able to mate you just right, little birdie..?" he chuckled at his own joke; humour came second to his wanton need, the lust that drove him, as he loosed his grip, allowing Brande to move as he wished, relishing the man's remaining conflicted turmoil. How delicious that only moments before he'd been struggling like a caught dove.
Brande felt his anal muscles squeeze and shift with the sudden emptiness as he re-positioned himself, crying silently in shame as he awkwardly pulled the shredded bottom of his pants all the way down, exposing every inch of his bare, flushed, goosebump-covered rear to the High Druid. Drooping hard between his legs and flushed an unnaturally deep shade of red, the human's penis was already in the process of changing. Preseed dripped off the head of the cock as it throbbed and changed, squeezing down to a gentle taper...
With every surrender, the power of Artemis' curse grew stronger. Fierce spikes of magical power began digging into Brande's face as his trembling fingers left his torn pants. "P..please... the... the magic is... ghlrgh..." he gurgled, unable to speak as his mouth and nose began to squeeze together. Brande shuddered and pushed one hand between his legs, wrapping it around his needy shaft and quickly beginning to stroke it back and forth. His head shuddered fiercely as his merged nose and mouth hardened and pressed out further from his face, and scales began to crack up his fingers and down his toes...
Amadeus used his dexterous hindtalons to tear open the back of the man's boots, then ripped them off his feet. The hawk had to suppresses a pang of disappointment as he saw the man's mouth changing to a beak, preventing further begging... but that would not last long, and in the meantime, Brande's hot, tight ass so desperately needed to be filled harder...
Amadeus knelt over the now-willing human, hilting himself fully as Brande wanted, feeling the male passage around his shaft quiver and contract as Brande's changing hand stroked his own shaft. The thief was giving in to the pleasures, wanting them, accepting them- just as the High Druid had expected. What Amadeus had not predicted was just how satisfying the male's surrender was. The Druid's beak was not equipped with a sense of smell as good as his human nose had been, but the scent of musk and male sex in the forest air was unmistakable, his own scent mixing with Brande's, and heightening his need.
"Goddess... you're so... tight... yeah... stroke your shaft faster, change yourself, give in..." Amadeus whispered, as he pushed Brande's legs apart, and sunk another inch of his cock deeper into the thief's needy rump with a wet slap. He could feel small fan of feathers forming from the thief's backside now, and began stroking them with one set of claws as they grew in. They tickled the High Druid's belly as he pressed his maleness deep into Brande's tight hole; he felt the rogue's buttcheeks shrink slightly and part, thighs starting to grow proto-feathers of their own. He forced his cock ever deeper inside the changing human, loving the way the anal muscles spasmed and clenched all around him as he thrust again and again, picking up his pace. He pushed harder and slower, shoving Brande's changing, beaked head down into the forest floor while keeping his arse waving in the air, shaft buried snug inside the male's slick, warm tailhole.
Blushing furiously, Brande closed his eyes as his developing beak was pushed into the grass, but stroked his maleness even faster. He thanked the Gods that the High Duid's clearing was isolated enough no one would see him with his legs spread for the male bird atop him, wantonly masturbating as his ass was filled again and again. The top of his rump burned with pleasure as the hawk's savage mating continued, his tailfeathers growing with hot spurts that made his anal passage squeeze reflexively around the High Druid's member. The creature was inflicting so much strange, savage pleasure on his ass, he almost couldn't tell his tail had fully grown until the long, stiff feathers began buffeting the druid's feathered chest with every hump. Was his body really capable of giving another male such pleasure? The hawk's lustful cries and low, sultry words certainly made it seem so...
Brande shuddered as the magic of the curse burned hot within his bones, and he felt the tips of his feet and fingers pinch with pain as sharp claws and talons pieced their ends. He carefully felt two of them on his left hand, curling the short, sharp claws into his scaly palm. The claws were warm, and not quite as sharp as the dagger he held earlier... but they were still growing...
Amadeus heard and felt the man's feet pop as birdlike talons started to pierce the thin socks still covering them, and, looking down, saw the hand Brande was using to pleasure himself becoming thicker and scalier. He wouldn't be long... Amadeus felt the first tingle of his climax beginning to build as he shoved his engorged shaft as deep as he could manage, again and again. His seed would seal the magic.
"Mmmm... what handsome talons, my handsome birdie. Beg... beg for it..." he crooned, as the young man's beak finished growing. "Beg me to change you more, beg me to cum inside you and seed you, make you mine..."
The thief's whole world was made of burning *heat*; from the hard, growing, bony mass of his new beak, to the coat of feathers bursting all through his body, to the throbbing raptorhood buried deep inside his most sensitive place. Brande coughed and sputtered, his choking cries intermixed with odd, whistling sounds as he panted through his newly-grown beak, at last able to cry out again.
"Rrgh... arrk!" the former human cawed, at last surrendering to the bestial lust. The more his body changed, the further his human life and memories felt. He felt the hawk's feathers push his fan of tailfeathers up with each sweet, powerful thrust up his rear. The strange sensation made his body shiver with pleasure as he was mated, as he stroked his aching, red-tinged length quicker and faster. Looking down in a sexual daze, Brande half-laughed when he saw that a thin hide of feathered flesh was growing around his penis- which now bore a distinctly avian taper too it. His hands too, by the gods; they were completely covered with scales...
...it was all over, wasn't it? His liquor-and-violence fueled quasi-romance with Esmerelda, his fights with the Ethkelan city guard, the Blood Thieves... he'd never be able to live in the city again, not like this. He could see the tip of his hooked, growing beak now, where the stub of his nose used to rest. Up his back and down his arms, he could feel bone and muscle reknitting itself as long feathers pushed stiff and straight from the undersides, growing into wings that made his fitful struggles mat down the grass around them. He looked- and felt- as much a bird as the male mating him. The High Druid had both taken his humanity and preserved it; it felt so strange, so... wonderful..?
"Yes..." Brande breathed out, smiling as he finally gave in completely to the bizarre desires thrumming through him. The hot tingle across his increasingly-feathery body spiked, but now the young male was embracing the fiery lust inflicted on him by the curse. "Oohhh... y-yes... p-please... f-faster..." he begged, no longer caring he was forever abjuring the ways of humanity.
Needfully, Brande pushed his beak against the other hawk's beak, rubbing the other with unabashed submission. He flexed his talons and tore through the remains of the socks covering them, spreading both his scaly legs all the way apart to give the bird mounting him an easier target. Then, quickly stroking his tapered bird-hood, Brande began to rock his rear backwards in time with the thrusts, squeezing his tail-hole around the slick length in time with the High Druid's passionate thrusts. Pure fire seemed to fill his fuzzy, feather-covered ballsack as he felt anal pleasure surge through his lower body. Shocking even himself, the young male gave an abrupt hawk-like cry as the stimulation rocked him into a fit of shudders, forcing every last muscle in his feathery rump to squeeze tight around Amadeus' birdcock...
"O-ohh... aahh... caaaw, yes!" he panted, wings and tailfeathers twitching madly as he neared his climax. Words came to him unbidden, drawn from instinct itself. "I... I want it... please, f-fill me with your seed, great druid!" The scratchy, mellifluous sound of his altered voice only seemed to spur the erstwhile thief's needy pleading onward, but a sudden twitch in his heavy-hanging ballsack stopped his beak half-agape. Brande's beak trembled as he moaned into the side of Amadeus' head and closed his eyes, shaft throbbing as it filled with his essence...
Amadeus felt Brande's final surrender wash past him with an almost physical force. Gone was the sobbing, humiliated young man he'd forced himself on; instead, he found himself beset by a needy, handsome, eager hawkman like himself, begging for more of his cock, rubbing their beaks together in a gesture that he hadn't even known himself was so sexy and submissive, until that moment.
The younger bird's legs quivered with tension as his changes started to settle and slow. Again and again, Amadeus hilted the full length of his member into the other male's needy tailhole, the downy feathers of his sheath kissing around his the wet pucker, so deep did he dive. The younger, smaller male's russet feathers and beak had a gleaming sheen that nearly matched the fantasy he'd entertained earlier. As Brande rocked back against him, actively pushing his rump to meet Amadeus' thrusts, their feathers shook together with wild, mutual lust like neither of them had felt before in their lives...
Brande gave a screech, his changes all but complete, as suddenly his body quivered and shook, his already tight ass crushing down around Amadeus' member like a vice, begging for seed to fill it the way Brande's beak begged shrilly as he submitted to the stronger male.
Crying, sobbing, shuddering, laughing as his beak entwined with the High Druid's, Brande gave up the last of his human essence with shivers that wracked his whole feathered frame. His cock shot string after string of sticky, glistening essence into the wet grass under him as he came. Brande's shaking made further spurts of cum arc up into his belly and spray across the tattered remains of his human clothes. The new hawk's winged arms quivered as they kept growing outward, small drops of virile seed coating them as Brande kept stroking his relentlessly cumming shaft...
Amadeus joined the shriek, echoing the call, before he opened his beak wide and inserted the other male's beak into it, extending his tongue, this time feeling more confident in the match-up of mouthparts; his tongue grappled with Brande's, and he sensed the oddly mixed taste of man and bird, rich, male, needy, as the birds exchanged their first kiss.
Amadeus' shaft could take no more stimulation; with a shudder of its own, it fired his pent-up seed, years of quiet and subtle frustration culminating in a titanic eruption as the apex of his hardest thrust yet. Before the shot had even left his shaft, he had pulled back his hips a little, and thrust back hard again, driving his essence as deep into the needy little male beneath him as he could, marking and changing and sealing the transformation. He prayed to the Goddess that Brande really would want to stay, and let Amadeus do this to him again... and again, and again... the quiet life of solitude ate away at him, bit deep, and he ached sometimes for want of companionship...
... or had Brande been sent here not for his cure... but as Amadeus' reward..?
At that moment, it hardly mattered. Amadeus nearly cried at the intensity of the pleasure as his seed continued to shoot into his new, eager lover, the happy bird who was a condemned human mere minutes before. Brande was stroking his oozing shaft, cooing shrilly into Amadeus' beak as if to thank him for the essence he was still giving...
Finally, with a harsh, avian cry, the former thief fell forward onto the soft grass under them. It had been warmed and matted down by their vigorous struggling and mating; as Amadeus fell over his feathered back and began licking his beak again, the new bird wondered why he had been fighting so hard. The lightness in his feathers and bones, the strength in his new talons and hooked beak... he couldn't help but moan as he slowly embraced his transformed body. Even the hot seed and hard cock filling his rear did little to dampen his enthusiasm; if anything, the rough, masculine sexuality of the other male made the new hawk feel a faint, stiff smile crawl across his beak.
Wordlessly, Brande pressed his beak low against the other bird's neckfeathers and coyly licked them, squeezing the strong muscles of his tail-hole around the hard length still buried deep in it. Brande twisted himself to the side- still impaled on the fat pole of hawk-meat in his rear- giving faint, crooning cries from the strain. Then, falling back onto his winged arms with his scaly legs spread, he leaned up towards the High Druid, beak quivering with the strain.
The underside of Brande's stiff tailfeathers were marked with the druid's cum, and the white-tinged downfeathers of his belly bore the unmistakable stickiness of his own spilt seed. Amadeus smiled at the sexy sight and leaned forward to kiss his new mate's beak.
"M-mate your little birdie again..." Brande whispered to Amadeus, as he bent forward to meet the kiss.