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The two were very buzzed, having downed quite a few shots. Okora had been cracking open and feasting upon roasted chestnuts provided by Rodwald's tab, nearly clipping off Cajetan's finger when he dared to snag one.

They chatted to each other for quite some time. First a little stiff, and then with more friendly ease. The ebb and flow of exploring each other taking place with the gracious lubricant of alcohol to grease the wheels.

A moment of silence fell over the two. The bar had been losing patrons in a slow trickle and now it was empty. Seeing as both of them had lodging here, they were allowed to remain 'locked in', once the wait staff closed up shop. A bit of discreteness fell over them in the empty gloom, and they took in the ambient creaks and groans of the establishment as the chill of night affected the wood.

"Rodwald snoring, or the ceiling beams?"

Okora gave him an incredulous look, with a tilt of his beak and fluff of his plumage. "Not nearly loud enough to be that lug."

"How do you like our chances? Going across the border and into that mess, I mean?"

Okora got thoughtful for a moment. "I intend to receive and spend my coin, so we'd better have a successful jaunt."

"Seen worse than what Elsteron has to offer in my time, I'm sure of it." The ex-grail-knight wasn't sure, but he'd say it with perfect confidence anyway.

Okora cleared his throat and asked pointedly, "You said you were a grail-knight before, what does that mean exactly?"

Like reciting from a textbook, he gave a bland reply to the bird's probe. "We seek the lost cup of Sonnme, from which the light of life pours indefinitely."

Okora, canted his head at an angle and continued his interrogation. "And what were your duties? What did you do?"

Cajetan shrugged, his disillusionment seeping into his expression. "Not a damn clue. Follow leads, blunder into danger."

"And who is Sonnme? A human god, yes?"

He nodded, and from his shirt, he withdrew the icon of Sonnme. The symbol had a leather cord running through it to act as a necklace. "An old, barbarian god from when men were more tribal." He looked at the icon with a weary glance, rubbing his thumb over the carved metal. It was cast in the shape of an 'I' with a pair of strikes running diagonally through the middle.

The 'So' sound was written this way in early human scripts, and it remained a potent symbol of the god since.

"And what about you, Okora. What are you turning your back on?"

"Wretched, evil individuals," the wren's disgust rattled in his throat, he almost felt proud to sully the name of whoever those nameless individuals were. He crossed his arms and his face spoiled.

It certainly stoked Cajetan, wishing to feed the bird's anger a bit. "Bad enough to flee halfway around the world from, that it? What'd they do? Didn't warn you they were going to nut when you were giving them head?"

Okora didn't appreciate his cackle. When the grail-knight leaned back in his chair, he was treated to a whip of air magic upsetting his chair's balance, sending him sprawling to the floor in a pile.

"Bastard, I was only joking, fuck's sake," he said with a giggle and groan. It put a smile back on Okora's face to see Cajetan dust and right himself.

"Serves you right." After a pause, he continued, "In the deserts, where I am from, sorcerer-kings rule. Their word is law. Magic is highly regulated and those with aptitude join the regulators or suffer persecution."

"Hm. A young wren with too much magical ability gets himself into trouble. Forced to run from home in exile?"

"No," his reply was bitter and void of mirth. "I was a regulator. My city of Tilmal-kal decided that all magical practitioners not party to the regulators must be snuffed out. Not just taxed or kept away from each other, monitored and probed. Killed. No trial or investigation."

The knight didn't have a reply now, keeping silent and straight-faced, listening.

He paused and dug his claws into the feathers of his biceps. "I hope whatever passes judgment on me has more forgiveness for my acts than I do."

Cajetan looked at the bottle Tirah had bought for them. It had been demolished to only dregs, perhaps enough for a single shot was left. He leaned over with a groan both from him and his chair, and filled Okora's glass halfway. and then his own. "Life is shit and then you die."

Okora cackled, the build-up of tense emotion uncorked with such a plain, blunt statement. And the human joined in on it. A shared, sordid and dark laugh. A vent to dispel stress and one final taste of alcohol.

"Hungry?"

The human waved his hand dismissively, a bit of weariness falling on his eyes. It was late. "Kitchens not open."

"I didn't mean anything from the kitchen." Okora stood, and slid his chair away from him a bit. Bending over the table at an angle, he cupped his meaty thigh and wiggled it. His taloned hand went over his butt cheek too, pulling it apart from the other to give an enticing look at just how fat his ass was under those silks.

The canteen had long since emptied, but Cajetan's eyes darted around for any voyeurs. "Any good at giving head?"

"You'll find out if you eat my ass. Take it or leave it. I doubt I'll be drunk enough to offer a second time."

"Drop those fucking trousers." He stood and in an instant, got behind the wren. Their breathing accelerated in unison, the sudden and developing passions ignited with the spark of risky exhibitionism and fueled with drink. His hands went first to the wren's flat chest, groping him and holding him, sliding his exploring grip down to the hips.

"Now we're delivering orders are we?" The wren obeyed even with the remark, brushing his hips to and fro and grinding himself and his rear against the lap behind him. First, he uncinched the button clasping the bit of fabric above his tail, then loosened his sash in the front. The sliding sound of silk fabric against his feathers was sex to the ear, a sound that made Cajetan's spine tingle.

Though the sight was equally as welcoming. His short, flat tail flicked up to present the round, bubbled bird butt about to be dived into. A white thong clung tight to Okora's marbles but completely exposed his tail hole. Pink, and delicious. Cajetan could tell he was dealing with an experienced bird, but the winking tightness of the flexing asshole before him was too much to bear.

"Wearing this the whole time? For shame, you slut." He slipped his finger around the string, pulling it forward and letting it snap back to the plumage as he kneeled before Okora.

"Traveled a long way today, equal parts wagon and on foot," he said enticingly, swaying his ass slightly. His feathers twitched at the feel of hot breath tickling his backsack and perineum.

The mage leaned over the table proper, spreading his stance and backing his butt up just a bit to the human's face. He spread his cheeks, and had his thighs groped and felt up in turn. A smile crept along the side of his beak, looking over his shoulder and seeing nothing but the trimmed brown hair of the human.

The slight saline, the scent of prime boy butt, it was intoxicating. Cajetan ran his nose from the pantied balls, up the bare taint, and swiped it across the wren's asshole, before finally giving a wet kiss directly to the hole. The smooch was rewarded with a slight flex.

A spot of salt, but mostly the taste of bare flesh, lay across the human's tongue as he treated the wren's hole. The birdboi loved getting his ass eaten. With coos of pleasure, he extolled the virtue of the lovely motions he felt on his hole. The pink ring flexed and winked, as it was assailed with a wet tongue.

Cajetan wanted to plunge his cock into Okora's depths, and the thought of it got him hard in his pants. Slowly stiffening up to a throbbing erection as he savored the bird's butt and treated it right. He was so involved in enjoying the salt of Okora's sweat and the booty before him that he paid little mind to technique or flare.

The sensation at his gates was enough for the mage though, whose own avian dick had slipped from the lip of his thong earlier. He didn't need to stroke it, he didn't want to. He wanted to cum like a bitch just from being eaten out. The thought aroused him and he flexed and twitched his cock to coax out all the pleasure from his thrumming shaft.

With a clawed hand, he grasped back at Cajetan's head and nudged him deeper. "Make out with it like you mean it!"

That snapped the knight from his fantasy, and with a firm exhale he committed himself to a vigorous rolling of his tongue, round and round the bird's ring. Furious, determined tongue-lust, half-mad with drunkenness and the salaciousness of his depraved act. He drove his tongue deeper, finding and pressing down hard against the hidden pleasure button there. That fury was enough, and with a whore's moan, the bird shot his seed against the floor. The underside of the table caught a few of those firm, wet ropes of jizz.

"Fhhh, gh, good job. Makes me wonder if you're better at finding prostates than grails."

Cajetan stood a bit shakily, dizzy from being smothered with bird butt for a while. He undid his belt, his turgid rod fighting to get free the moment there was a chance. The tip of his cock grinded a little against Okora's now lubed, wet asshole. Just begging to be penetrated.

"Trying to find out?"

The mage twisted a bit and put his talons to the human's chest, nudging him back. "The deal was a rimjob for a blowjob, don't push your luck. You're going to want to sit down for this."

The confidence and husky tone with which that was said made his knees weak and he obliged, occupying Okora's seat and spreading his legs. His cock was pleasantly hard, needy, and tingling with the build-up of their flirting and the oral preamble.

Okora seemed impressed, but he quickly played it off. His eye widened and his hand gingerly went out to stroke the underside of the human's cock, pulling his foreskin over a bit, and then fully back, letting it do its job of pleasuring the glans.

"I think he's got a shot at hitting the mark," Okora said as now he sank to his knees. Cajetan smiled with an almost feline smugness, casting a glance around for any observers. The look around made his vision blur, the sluggishness of inebriation still there.

His chest bubbled, excited to feel what an avian could with the added freedom of a heavy buzz. The small, sharp beak would provide a challenge for one not as skilled as Okora, but he'd had a few dicks down his throat by now.

The wren opened wide and gulped down all of the human's penis in one firm swallow. Cajetan couldn't help but curse and gasp, biting down on his finger as his dick was suddenly being massaged by Okora's throat. The bird smirked, flexing and seizing his throat muscles around the sausage they held, adding some occasional slow bobbing of his head to really sell it.

Without a gag reflex, and with sublime control of his esophagus, Okora was a wiz not just with air but with oral. Cajetan felt his toes curl in his boots and winced at the pleasure it was that overbearing. He almost wanted to pull away but his hips kept driving him forward.

He couldn't not moan, his mouth refused to comply with his attempts at silence. The pleasure made him squirm in his seat, 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing as Okora masterfully gulped down his dong. He held the bird's head, brushing back his plumage but letting him set the pace, he was doing a fine job of it so far.

Okora threw his neck back properly soon enough. Diving up and down at different angles but never letting Cajetan free of his throat's vice-like grip. Level and trained breathing through the nose let him keep himself dived down the depths of human dick without need for any air from the surface.

"Close," he hissed, patting Okora's shoulder, after a few minutes of heavenly torture had passed. It was common courtesy to let someone know, wasn't it? He'd probably take it out, and let the knight blast a facial across his beak. Or so he thought.

The mage didn't stop, he intensified. An edge turned into an orgasm faster than Cajetan could praise Sommne. He felt himself pulsate and unload down Okora's throat, cumming into the boy's stomach and across his thin, avian tongue. A tongue which now rolled itself delicately around his foreskin.

The coaxing, compelling grasp of birdboi throat pulled forth the thick, heady, salty strings of cum Cajetan had saved up his entire boat trip over. After a bit, he withdrew the dick from his beak and stroked it firm and slow, coating his face and beat in spunk as a marker of his hard work.

He smiled with a sort of pleasured assuredness, using the saliva to lube his hand.

"Satisfied?"

Cajetan closed his eyes and nodded, a dumb smile plastered to his face. The sight of the mage's black and blue feathers streaked with virile white seed was ingratiating.

The mage stood and put himself back together. He made no effort to clean up the cum he'd shot across the floor. Or for that matter the semen on his face. He pulled up his pants, reclasped his tail loop, and re-tied his sash.

Cajetan's wet, sloppy dick was less ceremoniously tucked back into his pants, and he caught his breath a moment, observing Okora. The mage took more than a bit of pleasure in wearing a mask of semen, and smirked at Cajetan ogling him and his body.

"We should sleep, long road tomorrow. Good evening."

The man brushed his hair back and sighed, a wave of exhaustion and sleepiness rolling through him with the farewell. "Good fucking evening."