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"The songbirds of time find you well, dear Finley," Kenki's poetic voice suddenly broke the silence, pulling Finley from his erotic daydreaming.

He looked up at her, but did not find her looking back at him, but rather down at his pants. Wondering what she was looking at, he looked down, and gasped as he noticed a large wet circle of pre-cum had bled through his tented pants. He stuttered, embarrassed, but Kenki went on, "As well, their welcome voice resonates strongly in my mind," she said in a relaxing voice.

Wondering what she meant by that, he looked over at her, and Kenki, as though picking up on this, casually lifted her wing out of the way to rub the back of her neck. "Fate fortune, Lady Kenki...you're worse than ever," he gawked, feeling his cheeks redden. Instead of her swollen cloaca retreating back into her plumage, as she had planned, it had only gotten bigger, and even the human's inferior eyesight saw it pulsate once, as though it were trying to enlarge still.. He took an extra step ahead of her, unable to look away, and saw it was worse than that. Just as he was making a mess of his pants, sparkling dribbles of her feminine nectar were connecting her wet lips and tail feathers behind her.

Breathing a long exhale, he fell back into formation and looked ahead again. Taking a moment to work up initiative to talk about it, he said, "Well look at us, like a couple of horny adolescents," he chuckled. "So, dare I ask, when are we going to talk about last night?"

"We have spoken little during this sun. Speak truly, my ally, what is it you'd like to discuss?" she asked, looking over at him as she lowered her wing.

He shrugged. He wasn't sure himself, but let his mind do the walking, "I don't know, it's just that...I don't know how you guys do it in the second plane, but around here, it's not quite so...erm, intense," he said, then looked up at her with a squinted suspicious eye, "I mean you come to my realm and...well, I'll just come out and say it. You orchestrated that whole thing, starting with that little wager on Six's name. And that drug. I'm sorry, 'antidote'. You can't lie, so I bet that spell you cast over it was just you materializing sugar to conveniently pass it off as a dessert," he theorized, accusing her though only in a theorizing manner.

Kenki listened to his ramble and considered her response for some time. Instead of addressing any of his specifics, she only asked, "Curious, would you rather I simply follow you to town, and then be off, nothing more?"

He smirked, wise to what she was trying to pull. "Well, you certainly spiced up my otherwise boring adventure. No, I've no regrets, Lady Kenki. That was quite...fun," he nodded.

Kenki was about to reply, by was interrupted by Six's whine as she butted up against her digitigrade leg. "What is it, little one?" she asked, immediately getting a couple gestures in response from the critter. She prompted Finley to stop walking with an outstretched wing. "Let us rest for a time, dear human, for our dove hungers."

Finley looked up at the sky, realizing it was already close to noon. Before he got a word in, Six turned tail and ran off into the wilds.

"She fetches her own food, and may find us something as well," she explained. As they stopped for a moment, she slacked her hunching posture a bit, and revealed a faint labored breath. While she wouldn't admit it aloud, she was exhausted. Aside from the foreign plane's gravity weighing her down, and the poison in her belly, she was not eating nearly enough to keep up, and her spell casting only sapped her further. Her inherit, stronger anatomy and lifetime of physical discipline as a monk had enabled her to come this far, but still had its limits. Holding out a wing in point, she gestured for a nearby abandoned campsite, one of many dotting the hunting trail used over the generations.

A ring of stones sat in the middle of two downed logs, with a tree stump that looked like it was clearly used for holding weapons by the blade, peppered with notches. The two travelers sat side by side on the same log, unwinding with a big sigh. Relaxing alone with her, Finley's thoughts were not all innocent. With hours of dirty daydreaming fueling his courage, he attempted to resume their little conversation, "So, what were we talking about again?"

Kenki, feeling the effects her recent memories as well, turned about to straddle the log, facing him. "Memories sing true, you were gracing this feather with the regaling of last night."

Memories of Kenki's dirty antics filled his mind as he stared down at the ground. He swayed his head, slacking his jaw, trying to come up with what he'd like to tell her. Finally, "Tell me...you claim you will not lie. But you also claim to hold the title of virgin. After all I have seen, can you still tell me this? Pardon, my Lady, if I've spoken too far, but my mind struggles to understand," he asked, turning to study her expression for truthfulness.

Ever the tease and expressing a trait of her voyeur interests, she deflected his question. "Dear Finley, I could tell you yes, but I do not believe this is what you'd like to ask me. Wisdom presses onward, if I were not bound by my rules, what is it you would do?"

"I'm sorry?" his mind raced, taken off guard by her direct question.

She widened her straddle over the log and leaned back some, revealing her swollen femininity to him. "Sing to me your innermost desires, this feather will not judge you. Words spoken clear and bearing only truth, what would you like to do to me?"

Finley felt a slight surge of sexual adrenaline release inside him, fluttering his heart as he realized the avian was directly asking him to dirty talk her. As he stared her in the eyes for awhile, he briefly replayed his previous conversations with her, and now reconsidered the current one. It was at that point that he realized that the only thing they shared together was lust. He didn't even how know her species felt about sex and courtship, to say the least. Frowning a bit, he replied, "Lady Kenki, I hardly know you. And you...well what do you know of me? You don't even know my surname, and we've been together a day now and you haven't even so much as asked where I'm going."

"Our understanding will come to pass. Have we not exchanged the universal language last night?" she asked.

"'Universal language'...ahah, that's a round about way of saying it. If I am to know you, I know must at least know what sex means to you. Humor me, Lady Kenki, for your species, how does courtship work?" he tried.

She leaned back upright and covered her lap with her wings as the conversation shifted. "Your question is wise, dear human, and I can see why you would ask. For so many on this world, sex is only meant for reproduction," she paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment and realizing she worded that poorly. "I will explain. In my flock, the males do not normally release seed during sexual kinship, and our hens choose to become fertile by their own volition. Truly, to unite our bodies, it is a symbol is society itself, and it forms the webbing bonds of mutual understanding and love for one another. Just as you shook hands with this feather upon our meeting, we cast a wide net of kinship to share our body's embrace."

He took a long moment to mull that over, and nodded his head slowly, adding this to his library of lore on the subject of sexuality amongst races. For some, sex was impersonal and common. For others, it was the most sacred of activities and reserved for only the most substantial events in a relationship. "I see. You hail from a very casual polygamist background, essentially. That seems to clash a bit with your following, no?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It is true, there are very few Sylvinians in my order, and my upbringing there is a story for another time," she nodded once, but then reached out to take hold of his hand and bring it towards her lap. "Eyes betray your curiosity, Finley, does the study of my people and my body bear such importance?" she asked him, her keen vision not missing the way Finley kept peering down from their eye contact as well as the subtle reaction between his legs.

"Well...I am but a humble scholar," he joked, feeling a flush of sweat along his brow now.

Replying with a birdish giggle, she brought his hand slowly down the plumage of her inner thigh, and watched his reaction as she guided his fingertips across every crevice of her swollen nether lips. Finley shifted his position to mitigate the tightness in his pants and exhaled hotly, feeling her heated avian core venting with a burning lust over his digits. "Kenki..." he started, looking up at her with helpless eyes.

"Lovely, will you not share with me your desires still? Let go your mind," she asked in a more seductive tone this time, letting the tip of his finger circle around inside her cloaca up to the first knuckle.

Mind fresh with last night's experience, and getting an eye full of her exposed form, he compiled his thoughts while he looked her over and allowed his finger to play with her precious entrance. Her snowy feather laden form was like eye candy to him, even in the shade, the brightest thing around him. She held little in common with the anatomy of a female human, yet his mind did not care. Though she had no breasts, he instead found beauty in her exotic profile, and feathered curves. Even her distinctly different leg structure was captivating. Where there should have been succulent lips, as a woman would have, she instead had a hard beak. She may not have been able to kiss quite the same way, but there was something oddly attractive about it... its clean lines, and pointed tip. No hair, but rather a long crest. And unlike hair, her crest vividly displayed her mood. And of course the jewel between her legs, showing itself shamelessly to him. It essentially worked the same way. But if it was anything like Six's, it significantly outclassed his own race when it came to raw pleasurable feedback, armed with its heated core and egg laying muscles.

"Lady Kenki," he inhaled deeply, looking her straight in the eyes, and mustering up his dirtiest vocabulary ever. Knowing that she was not an easily offended village dame, and far kinkier than he was, he didn't hold back. "My desires are to bond with you on a deeper level...but right now? If I had to be honest, I'd lay you down into a soft bed and make love to you. Not just once, or twice, or five or six times, but all night, until the bed broke and your glowing feathers decorated the room. We'd sing to the neighbors our song," he started out, but then shifted to a naughtier gear, leaning in closer and sinking his finger a bit deeper into her heated passageway. "I'd fill you hotly, overflowing to the brim at first with my own passion, time and time again. And should you be willing, countless times more by your own hand..."

He paused, checking her reaction aside from the drooling lust running around his caressing finger. Her beak was parted with an awed look about her, and he could almost make out a twitching of tail feathers behind her. He looked away with a disappointed sigh, adding, "Your kind is truly a magnificent spectacle, a very masterpiece of life itself, and you a shining example. But I am but a typical looking man. How could one such as yourself feel for me?"

Kenki's large eyes looked warm as ever as she replied, "My Finley, your words melt my innermost being and stand my feathers on end. Proof of my longing bathes your flesh at this very moment, do you doubt this? As you see an art in my kind, I too see it in yours as well. Flesh is clean, elegant," she said as she ran a hand down his arm, "and does not dust as feathers do. I do not know your surname, as its importance escapes me. Where you go is of no concern, as its name would be lost to me in this world. It has been but a day, yet you've brought me laughter for the first time in many suns. Our understanding will grow, it has shown its promise already to me." She paused, and lifted her hand to turn his face to look him in the eye. "Truthfully, this feather would crave nothing more than to coax your body to enrich my innermost sanctum, as the stars move across the sky then fade away, until it is on the verge of bursting within me. Together, the nest we lay on would resign itself to becoming the pool of the very manifestations of our body's union until it spills over to the floors."

Finley gulped not once, but twice, hearing her poetic response, and felt his pants becoming painfully tight as his manhood throbbed with each passing second, leaking a large amount of pre-cum. Not expecting her to reply so agreeably, he responded, "Conflicting words, Lady Kenki, as I thought you're following restricted such...activities," he replied in a doubtful tone. As questionable as her definition may be on sex, there was no way she could possibly hatch another far reaching rationale.

"You are correct, dearest human. As you speak your innermost desires, as do I, and that is all," she tilted her wing in shrug.

In the stillness of the jungle, the ambiance grew silent as they locked eyes for a few moments, clear as day what they each wanted. She relaxed, closing her eyes and then returning his hand. It was all just a tease, at least in Finley's point of view. Nagging thoughts and concern came washing back over Kenki as she refocused her mind and forced herself to back off. "Sincerest apologies, dear Finley, my provocations are irresponsible. You need rest," she let out a disciplined sigh, then pulled away and sat back normally on the log.

Her words were painful, and he let out an upset groan, feeling the lust boil over in his mind and body at this point. "Curse me to the kings, you are a wicked, wicked tease, and would make even the demons of old weep," he accused her as he turned back around as well. "I don't need rest, I need you. Is there no way we could be together?" he asked, assuming her following prompted her block.

"Frazzle my feathers, dear Finley, every last plume. I fear this soul may have forced her claw. You are unwell."

"What do you mean? I feel...pretty good, right about now," he replied, rather enjoying day long erection, even if he couldn't yet address its desires.

"Burn this one, my masters would task me with a moon's worth of raking snow should they know I divinated upon you whilst in an unfocused state," she admitted in a squawking tone, referencing how she zapped him while Six had her tongue lodged deeply inside her aroused passageway.

Finley's horny state of mind had him opening his mouth to protest her fears as nonsense, but he paused. He had enough arcane sense to see her point. "What did you do?" he asked slowly and unsure, drooping his eyes, worried what she'd say.

She remained silent for an awkwardly long time, staring at the ring of stones infront of them. "As a scholar like you must know, spiritual magic....red magic, obeys the instructions of the mind. My mind may have...slipped."

"Um...what are you trying to tell me, exactly?" he asked in a more worried tone.

She wobbled her crest feathers, asking herself this same question. "Truthfully, I cannot say. I confess, I've a strong craving for the male essence," she spoke her fetish aloud, not that Finley didn't already know after witnessing the spectacle of last night. "A chirping in my mind believes your body is being manipulated to satiate this desire."

He paused to consider this. His mind recalled no shortage of horror stories about people going too far with sexual magics, some trying to modify their own bodies, their lust overpowering any sense of discipline. "Say no to grow" was the common saying preached to reckless male practitioners. Focusing inward, he debated with himself on if his lust could be natural or caused by her own hand. "I think you're overreacting. I'm just a bit horny is all," he under exaggerated. "That's common for a guy my age. And besides, if you're right, and I had to be honest...? I wouldn't mind satiating those desires of yours," he added, reaching a hand out to play with the feathers on her back.

"No, dearest Finley, by my beak, I am a healer, not a transmutionist. Your body must rest, to allow time to restore back to its normal state," she protested, looking back at him.

He hated that he had enough sense to know she was right, letting out a long exhale. He began to consider the state he was in. Even now, his mind was struggling to remember the details of last night. "Perhaps you are right. My memories are a bit foggy, too. I uh...I blacked out, I think. Honestly, I don't even recall going to bed," he started to wonder, then furrowed his brow as a thought struck him. "Uh, did I even...," looking down at his own clothing.

"It is true, my friend. Six-and-None and I spent but a time trying to dress you while you slept," she told him.

He held out his arms and gave himself a closer one over, seeing something was terribly wrong here. "You featherhead, my shirt is on backwards," spoken flatly as he once again questioned her wisdom. "I thought something felt a bit off during our walk," he complained, tucking arms into the sleeves and switching it around. "There we go, better. Threads face forward, see?"

Just as Kenki was lifting a wing to defend herself, they heard Six's return. "Irp! Irp, irp!" the raptor interrupted, trotting up. Feathers not belonging to her were sticking out of her mouth, caught in her needle-like teeth. As for her friends, she let go her wings and dropped a bundle of pears onto the ground infront of them.

"Most kind of you, sweet dove," Kenki acknowledged, quickly picking one up and biting into it, feeling starved.

"Wow, raptor food delivery service, now that's more like it," he smiled, picking up one as well and giving Six a thank you crest rub. "Yeah, but you owe me anyway, after stealing my food," he smirked. "Speaking of..." he eyed his ethereal goggles still hanging over her slender neck, "Let me get those goggles back before you change your mind and think it's a chew toy," he reached out to take them.

"Mmrip!" she chirped playfully, hopping back and away, then lowering herself flat to the ground, twitching her tail as if daring him to try again. Finley made another move, and like that she darted off in a blur of white, sounding a repeating bark.

He let out a defeated sigh and sat back down, knowing it was hopeless to catch the likes of her. "So," Finley started, then took a bite of fruit. "You might have to fill me in some of the details of last night."

After swallowing a beakful of fruit, she met him with smiling eyes. "Substantial preening, my Finley, substantial preening," she simply answered.

"Huh?"

"I will explain..." she lifted a wing in storytelling pose, starting...

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Finley's legs felt shaky as he rolled back onto his feet. While Kenki had physically revitalized his ability to deliver, the orgasm-spawned cocktail of chemicals that his mind had released were taking its toll, and the alchemical "dessert" only neutralized part of it. His longing for rest became overpowered by the raw libidinous energy that dominated him, while a delirious euphoria kept showing itself as silly grin or random chuckle. He forced a practiced breathing motion, trying to calm himself, feeling as though he would outright rape Kenki into the ground and fill her to the brim if he were a slightly less chivalrous man.

One messy Kenki stood by, easing her mind with her reasoning and acceptance of her actions. Seeing the human trying to calm him, she walked up to his side and placed a wing on his back. "Rest for but a moment, should you need to, I will busy the dove," she said, returning to her calming voice and walking by him as she approached Six.

He nodded to her, and took a few steps away from the bird duo, trying to look away while he brought his lust down to a more manageable level. Needing something else to occupy his mind, he practiced his arcane craft and danced a kinetic bubble back and forth between his hands, feeling the invisible force vibrate and press against his skin, uncanny as ever. Suddenly distracted by Six's impatience, the kinetic bubble burst into an audible pop, releasing a gust of pressurized air across his face.

He huffed, and quickly gave up, deciding he didn't want to rest. Toes curling, his sex drive felt as though it had lowered his standards enough to fuck a despicable, filthy goblin at this point, and so he soon caught up to the avian. Curious, however, he slowed down to see what she was up to. Six, standing up on a rock to afford her the height she needed to allow the human to comfortably penetrate her, watched with eager eyes as both her companions approached her. Finley stood just at the tip of her hiked tail, and, now closer, he noticed that the raptor had presumably occupied her time licking clean her feathers while he was busy with Kenki earlier.

Kenki came around to the front of the feral avian, and signed her. While Finley didn't get a translation, he didn't need one. He breathed hotly as he saw Six extend her neck and tongue out, capturing the string of recently deposited cum hanging from Kenki's cloaca. She slowly lifted her head all the way up until her maw wrapped entirely around Kenki's crotch, front and back, stubbornly wedging her lower jaw through Kenki's tail feathers. While Kenki was hesitant to directly touch the mess in her plumage, Six greedily lapped it up. Her tongue sunk into Kenki's down, extracting the saturated fluids little by little, eventually preening clean the outermost feathers.

Helplessly aroused by the cleaning, her sex began to convulse and move, causing a steady stream of spent seed to spill into Six's awaiting mouth. As large as she was, between her entrance and cervix, there was enough stubborn, sticky seed stuck to her silken walls to fill a mug. More resided within her shell chamber, swimming around in her core and safe from pesky tongues.

Eyes lidded, she looked more relaxed now as she looked up at Finley, standing on the other side of Six. After having allowed herself a few moments to compile her thoughts, she spoke up. "Dear Finley, do not mistake your sexual release as an act of sex, but rather an arcanic mishap. This error falls on me, and I hold no ill judgement towards you. However, I will not lie to you, this seed inside of me, I confess, feels splendid. Except that it is not your seed, but rather the chorus of spirits."

His eyes shifted in thought, then looked back. "You mean red magic," referring to how it was sometimes synonymously referred to as 'spirits', whereas blue was referred to as 'energy'. She gave a nod, and then closed her eyes, slacking her beak as Six continued to clean all around her entrance, sucking the cum straight out of her feathers with no shortage of slurping noises. "So, in other words, you're telling me you had sex with magic, not me," he smirked. He shrugged it off, as he was barely conscience enough to actively participate anyway. Though her peculiar way of exploiting magic was clever, the notion of sexual gratification through magic was not uncommon, by any stretch. Temporarily, summoned familiars intended only for sexual company were common enough to be sold in even small towns, for example.

"Sex, oh human, is with another living, mortal being. To use anything else is but merely self gratification, and even we monks are allowed this," she explained, though her words became more distracted and spaced out near the end as Six's tongue began to penetrate her messy pussy, slowly removing the sticky layers of cum from its walls.

He held his hands out, "And what is this?" noticing very clearly she was accepting cunnilingus from the raptor now, which so strongly conflicted her preaching.

"It is but a preening, nothing more," she casually answered, eyes still closed and panting. Finley arched an eyebrow in doubt, watching the feather on feather activity with no shortage of arousal. The raptor's long, slender pointed tongue lapped in and out, dragging along the sensitive inner flesh of her companion's cum filled canal. Kenki felt the pleasure points within her activated time and time again, sending shivers and tingles throughout her nervous system, and stoking a burning fire of arousal within her loins. The invasive tongue spelunked deeper and deeper into Kenki's furnace until it discovered a salty motherlode of stubborn semen lodged all around her cervix. Six picked away at it, coating her tongue with the substance and drawing it back into her mouth, then coming back for more, seemingly finding no end to its creamy supply. Letting out squawkish moans, louder and louder, her tail feathers soon fanned out and she doubled over, succumbing to the most powerful orgasm she's felt in several moons. Feathers standing on end, a tremendous, gushing wash of her own milky cum poured from her, forcing the raptor to redouble her efforts to keep up. Bypassing her tongue, her cloaca squirted streams of released tension, no shorter than Finley's forearm, straight down the creature's gullet, splashing against the back of her throat time and time again.

Finley could only gawk and stare, mouth hanging, as the two became a mess of standing feathers and womanly nectar. He leaned to the side, catching sight of a few escaping, glistening strands of Kenki's climactic fluids escaping the corner's of Six's mouth as the beast's lower cavity became flooded and spilled over. Six's wings extended outward and began to flutter, alarmed but also determined, not backing off. As she tried to keep up, her tail whipped side to side, its terminating fan of feathers slapping the human across the chest.

Kenki's juicy orgasm finally slowed down, though having also drank the same alchemical brew, it never quite fully stopped. Continuing to occasionally squirt, she rested one of her wings over the raptor while hunched over, breathing quickly yet somehow peaceful still. Though Six continued to eat her out without pause, she fluffed out her feathers and let them resettle, leaning back into her upright posture to face Finley again.

Finley was just holding out his hands, wordlessly saying, "And what was that?" with his mouth ajar and subtly shaking his head. "Just preening?"

"Just preening," she confirmed flatly, though her eye twitched once as she felt several more long surges of milky femcum escaping her, powerful bursts of euphoria radiating in her lower body. Her monkish discipline afforded her the willpower to calm her mind, and maintain a majority of her composure as she remained in a limbotic orgasm.

"No...no, don't give me that! You just had sex! You still are! You _just_had an orgasm. I saw you squirting more than I was!" waggling an accusing finger. He squinted at her, studying her expression, picking up on how she couldn't fully disguise her condition. "You're...you're still having an orgasm!"

"Sweet chick, what you call an 'orgasm' is nothing more than a circumstantial reaction to an otherwise innocent act, and cannot be helped. This is not sex," she casually explained in such a way as though she did this all the time, looking down at Six and petting her over the crest. The little raptor was making a mess of lewd noises as she continued to be on the receiving end of occasional female ejaculations.

He held both palms up and looked away, replying, "Stars guide me, you have a looser definition of sex than Six does of theft, I'm sure. You'd make an excellent foreign dignitary." He then looked at Six, then Kenki, then Six again, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place, remembering what she said. "When you told me Six was in the habit of sex after dinner, I didn't believe you at first, but now I see what's going on between you two...," he rocked a finger back and forth between the feathered duo. "Whole lot of 'preening'," he air quoted in mockery.

Kenki just barely tilted her head, giving him the faintest of orgasmic revealing expressions while not chirping a word. He let out a long exhale of disbelief, turning back to stare at Six's still inviting, drooling cloaca, pulsating with tested patience. "But as much as I'd like to debate this with you, right now I'm drugged up on your silly so-called dessert, and this one is looking quite inviting."

Finley stepped up to the raptor and placed his hands on her feathered flanks, preparing his alignment. Demonstrating her own perverted intelligence, the raptor had clearly known just the right rock to jump up onto, her awaiting sex just at the right height. Guided by the heat pouring from her vent, his tip found her sopping wet folds, and effortlessly penetrated back into her furnace without pause until he felt her feathers pressing up against his crotch and her tail slide up against his chest. He received a firm welcome squeeze as he slid himself in, coaxing a pleasured moan.

There just infront of him was Kenki, with her own perverse yet somehow tranquil eyes watching him, and as she felt Six's tongue penetrating into her depths, her mind briefly pretended she was in the feral's place. The raptor paused briefly, feeling herself being mounted now, and her rumbling coo only served to vibrate her tongue within Kenki. Watching Finley mount up, and feeling a direct reaction on her side, Kenki full-body jerked twice as her orgasmic state flared up beyond her control, squirting hard down Six's throat several times. After the best of it was over, her pussy fell back into a sustained, orgasmic drooling, releasing tiny spurts every now and then. "Oh precious dove, does that excite you?" Kenki asked Six, petting on the crest, and only getting a muffled response while the raptor's belly was becoming quite full of both his and her cum.

Letting out a pleasured moan, Finley soaked in her heat, feeling her insides still heavily flooded and lubricated by his previous sessions with her. "Oh yeah, she's excited, she's going nuts down there," he confirmed. While his lust had settled somewhat, he still felt very close to the edge, and so he took it slow. Though with Six's feral pussy now beginning to entertain its guest with a milking massage, his time with her was going to be brief. He bit his lip and tried to take it slow, feeling his penis practically squirting pre-cum now.

After a silent moment of relishing in each other's union, Kenki spoke up. "Curious, are you troubled?" Kenki asked, expecting to see the human go wild on her instead.

"Unfortunately for Six, I won't last long in the state I'm in," he answered, looking up, grinning uneasy and trying his hardest to last so as not to disappoint his unlikely partner.

"Dear human, she asked to be mated like a dove. You have already outlasted one," she coaxed him, citing their quick, bird-like sessions. "You needn't hold back."

Her worlds were welcome, and he debated it in his mind for but a few seconds before caving into his wild lust. Right as he made his decision, he felt erratic convulsions along his shaft and a drowning of hot wetness, which soon began to squirt across his balls and thighs. "That's it," he said assertively, mind made up and taking a fistful of grey feathers. He leaned over her and began to wildly thrust into her with reckless abandon, as if he were a beast, soaking in the pleasures the clever creature could afford him. His prostate, feeling unnaturally bloated and well beyond capacity thanks to Kenki, unleashed itself, sending a torrent of freshly manifested cum into the raptor with such a climactic force that he heard the ground behind him being drenched in squirting excess. He joined the raptor's releasing song, crying loudly with sweet release. Long streams of mixed fluids grazed past his balls, painting line after line behind him, together forming an arrow in the ground pointing back to their source.

Magically pent up, his release went on and on, outlasting the combined sessions he had with the raptor thus far. Six finished her first climax, and soon drove herself into another, and soon another, rivulets of spent cum pouring from her cloaca and running down her pelvic boot until it dripped down onto the boulder. Driven by the moment, the raptor held onto Kenki's hips and went back to work, sinking her tongue into the avian's pussy to find more salty treats, of which Kenki's long canal still had an abundant volume of deep inside her.

The three of them, all speaking the same language, whether they wanted to admit it not, were in sync. Feeling his climax beginning to wane, he looked up at Kenki, communicating only by the way he held his eyes. Meeting his lustful gaze with her own, she picked up on what he was asking for, and briefly debated it in her mind. Though she blundered the first attempt, she was certain she could hone it down to a comfortable level. Hopelessly caught up in the moment, and against her better judgement of casting while in such a compromised condition, she gave a confirming nod and reached out, pressing a hand to his back. Wing over his body, her mind tried to concentrate on the exact instructions to her divination for several seconds. An intense surge of activated ethereal threads ran from her mind, down her arm, and caused her hand to twitch once as a bright red flash lit up the campsite briefly. The act done, she could only imagine the sensations the little raptor would soon be experiencing, filled again and again, as though she were breeding a month's worth all at once.

He doubled over, struck by a brief second of stinging pain that was quickly quelled by a euphoric, rebounding release. Six tensed up as she felt the human's release inside of her explode, now desperately trying to further add to her already overflowing womb. With no shortage of help from Kenki's manipulation, his climactic release overpowered the elastic walls of her shell chamber, causing it to expand to about the width of a veloc's egg, stuffed full of pure sexual release before overflowing once again. Uncaring that she was beyond capacity, he continued to piston into her anyway, heavy, hot ropes of semen squirting from their coupling every which way, and making a frothy, webbing mass between them. The fluidic pressure within her even went as far as pushing some cum up into her intestinal track near the entrance of her cloaca, swimming deeper and deeper inside by the second. Creamy rivers ran down the sides of her pelvic boot and legs, forming stringy drips to the rock below her in multiple places.

The raptor let out a muffled chirp, maw still clamped around Kenki's crotch, having the time of her life as she gladly made herself a sexual outlet for her allies, feeling every part of her slender anatomy filled with unnatural levels of sexual release. The human prompted one orgasm after the next, causing her tail to thump up against his bare chest and side of his head with climactic excitement. Dancing to the sexual storm, her overflowing sex convulsed without pause and overwhelmed the raptor's lithe body, giving pause to her wobbling legs.

Kenki watched with lusty eyes as the human unloaded impossible amounts of spirit rendered cum into her feathered companion, feeling Six begin to coax her lingering orgasm into a grand finale ending. Knowing in her mind that every drop he was giving to Six was rendered through magic, she leaned over the bird and spoke to Finley, "Dear Finley, allow me but a taste of the spirit's essence," she asked, then parting her beak suggestively while her alluring, icy blue eyes looked up at him.

While Finley was feeling a similar paralyzing affect as last time, it was not entirely crippling. Hearing her words, and taking a few moments to understand them in his current state, he pulled out from Six, drawing a line across her tailbase in the process. While Six's spilling cloaca continued to rapidly convulse and squirt out their sexual fluids, Finley took a step up onto the rock to answer Kenki's request. As he tried to position himself, he could not help but sink a couple creamy lines into the dark grey plumage along Six's back, and then Kenki's upper breast and neck before finding her awaiting beak.

With her wing still over Finley's back, and just as she took her first taste, Kenki selfishly zapped him mid-climax one last time, trying to ensure her request could be adequately fulfilled. Thicker and longer streams spewed from him like a sexual geyser, this time firing down her throat and lining her inner beak and pink tongue white. Gently closing her eyes, she patiently waited for her beak's cavity to pool up the point of spilling over down onto Six below. Satisfied, she closed it with a big gulp and bow of her head, feeling its hot essence slowly travel down her esophagus. As if she had planned it, the orgasmic pleasure surging around her tail suddenly exploded throughout her avian frame just as the seed deposited itself into her stomach. Six's tongue was chaotically squeezed by the orgasmic dance of vaginal muscles before her gullet was fed gush after gush of femcum. Eyes gently closed, the monk's mind became still and meditated, and she didn't make a peep throughout her climax, focused entirely on her inner release with a honed discipline. As if harnessing the raging power of her orgasm, her mind filled itself with vivid, pleasurable memories, remembering everything down to the last detail with the slowing of time as she become one with her inner being. With her head peacefully bowed, the remaining release drenched her upper beak, face, forehead and large crest, forgoing any concerns for cleanliness now.

With his ongoing orgasm melting out his other senses, Finley could see but a blurry vision of Kenki allowing her feathery head to be the receiving end of his extended climax, even going as far as slowing turning her profile left and right, and lifting her chin as she softly smiled with a tranquil aura. Burning out the remaining magical fuel, every last feather from the neck up soon became a dripping, thick, steaming hot creamy mess.

In her orgasmic, meditative trance, Kenki had unlocked the floodgates, the large avian gushing a torrent of femcum. Six kept up for some time, but significantly outclassed in sheer size difference, the little raptor soon had to back off. Toothy jaw ajar and panting for air, her mouth spilled with Kenki's intense volume of sweet nectar. Her small crest and back of her neck were soon treated to a sparkling dowsing for awhile longer, only coming to a peaceful conclusion once her plumage looked as though it had been dunked in a river.

Finley as well came to an end, the last few spurts decorating Six's back and upper tail. With her eyes still closed, sensing he was done, she calmly spoke, "Let us rest, as your body has surpassed its limit," feeling a squawking concern for the human in the back of her mind.

Nodding in silent agreement, he backed off, his lungs now burning from panting throughout the evening, and whole body sweating. He lost track of how many times he peaked, but, whatever the number, it was enough to at last overpower the red concoction he drank earlier. He let out an accomplished laughter, head still swimming and overwhelmed with a dangerous level of endorphins and other post-climactic chemical instructions. Tired, he plopped down onto his butt, and his head wobbled. Dead tired, he fell onto his back, and the stars spun. Unnaturally tired, he was out in an instant, leaving Kenki with the responsibilities of preparing the camp for a safe night's rest.

One sopping wet raptor hip hopped up next to him. "Irp?" she chirped, curious, extending her pointed snout towards the sleeping human. "Ip," she quietly cheeped, poking him in the cheek with a claw a few times, and then looking up at Kenki with a concerned expression after not getting a reaction, signing to her.

"No, little one, he is not dead," she replied, while thinking she may need another preening now as her eyes went cross, looking at her glazed beak.