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She just went right ahead and sat right beside him. Ankhrea could hardly believe it. The sergal was nervous enough just being alone at the bar, knowing that everyone could see him. All kinds of hot customers came to that place, and he fully intended to ask someone out when he mustered up enough courage. That all came crashing down when [i]she[/i] arrived.

Of course he looked. It was just a glance, but that was enough. She towered over him even while he was up on that stool, and was even bigger sitting next to him. The owl woman had a pair of bold, orange eyes that turned in his direction before he could fully take in her body, but from even a quick look, he could see the strength and athleticism of her large, feathery form. Maybe she didn’t notice him briefly staring, he told himself, but he knew that was stupid. She was an [i]owl[/i]. She saw everything.

Maybe if he stared straight forward and pretended he had no idea she even existed for long enough, she would ignore him. He focused on one of the bottles at the back of the bar, trying to read every single piece of text, down to the fine print. His heart was pounding in his ears. His whole body was stiff, every muscle tensed, and there was a hot blush on his cheeks. All he’d done was look at her, but to see someone so confidently stride in, tall and powerful, with such an [i]aura[/i] to her, he was instantly turned on.

Eventually, she did the worst possible thing she could have done to him. She spoke.

“Something I can help you with?”

He didn’t move. Maybe she wasn’t talking to him, he lied to himself. Even without looking, he could feel her gaze on him. All over him. He was found out, and he was going to reap the consequences. All for one single gaze. Maybe he was exaggerating a little, he eventually managed to tell himself. Maybe she wasn’t going to snap him in half for merely taking a quick, polite look at a gorgeous, intimidating bird he found so very attractive. It took him a little time, a few seconds of breathing exercises, but he managed to turn to her, look her in the eye or close enough at least, and apologize right to her face.

“Sorry. I was just about to leave, actually.”

“Mm? No need to apologize. You may gaze.”

That felt like a trap. Maybe that was exactly what she wanted him to do, and then she’d [i]strike[/i]. He was sweating. All he wanted to do was to go home and take a shower to calm himself, and yet he simply couldn’t just walk away from someone who made him feel like that. Okay, he was gonna do it. He was gonna look. He scanned her a little bit, modestly, but intrigued, taking in the blues and blacks beneath her dress. Her feathers were so very [i]tidy[/i], every last one of them, and she was so stern and straight-backed in appearance. Part of him wondered if she was secretly a queen of some sort, an empress, even while he absently stared at her tits for more than a few seconds, entirely the wrong thing to do with royalty.

They were just so big, on top of everything else that was intriguing and impressive about her. He felt tiny sitting in front of her, insignificant even. There was such a dangerous feeling to her presence, as if he was nothing more than a mouse. Yet he simply had to know more about her.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

“I should hope not,” she said sternly, then offered him a small but relieving beak-smile. “I would not be very good at my job if I am recognized everywhere I go. You may call me Helena.”

“Ohhh. Well, I’m Ankhrea.” He let what she said roll through his mind a little. “And what sort of job would that be?”

She tipped her head at him, owlishly. He wasn’t sure if it meant she was teasing him or just considering him. “Acquiring those who need acquiring.”

“Ahh, I see.” Ankhrea swallowed. So he’d been right about her all along. Being intimidating was her [i]profession[/i].

“But you needn’t look so frightened. I am not here on business. Merely to enjoy a drink. And to talk to friendly boys, perhaps.”

“Friendly? Me?” He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“And handsome, as well. I shouldn’t forget that, of course.”

“Oh, miss Helena, I - I didn’t expect you to flirt with me, honestly. If that’s even what -”

Helena knocked back a tall shot. That had to have been a double. She didn’t flinch. “I am. Though I shouldn’t, in truth.”

He squirmed in his seat. So close, and now she was backing down? What did he do wrong?

“I see. Sorry again if I’ve caused offense.”

She shook her head. “None whatsoever. I simply look at you, and I must stop myself before I start. Now it is my turn to be sorry, Ankhrea. If I were to take you home, I wouldn’t almost certainly get carried away. Someone like you - why, you might not walk again.”

“Oh! Well. Maybe ... maybe that’s what I want? I ...” He tried not to look too crestfallen. “Damn. So close. If only I, hehe, well I shouldn’t say this, but I was just thinking about ... if only I had a bounty on me. Maybe I could put one there myself. Not that! Not that I’m saying I should pay you for ... something intimate. I just mean - like, you know. I’m kind of curious what it means to be [i]acquired.[/i]”

He saw something flash in her eyes for just a moment. She tipped her head the other way. The faint sound of her rubbing her talons together was somehow the most distinct thing in the whole bar for him, for that moment. He longed to know what it felt like to have those scratching down his back and all over his body. And to lose himself entirely in her feathers. Yet for as wild a shot as that was, it still didn’t work.

“That is an interesting proposition. But I must respectfully say no. It is for your own good, Ankhrea. Trust me on that. Here, I will pay for your drinks. Have yourself a fine evening, my friend.”

He nodded to her slowly and got up from his seat, quite defeated. There was no real point in lingering around there any longer, after such a crushing blow to his confidence. Everything she had said left him so damn curious. Even if she was right about everything, he was going to be left wondering for his entire life. Ah well. He’d probably had a little too much to drink. Maybe sleep was all he needed. He didn’t glance back at her when he left the bar behind.

She was looking at him, though. Watching him go, she sat, stiffly, with that sense of discipline plain on her body language. With another strong drink and some consideration, she finally allowed her shoulders to relax, just a little. Tapping a few bills down on the bar, with plenty extra for the tender, she rose up to her full height. A few stretches were in order, rolling her flexible neck and flexing her wings. When she’d given Ankhrea a five minute head start, she began her pursuit.

Ankhrea had no idea he was being followed. Of course he didn’t. She was a professional. He was admittedly still thinking about her all the way until he was putting the key into his front door. Nothing tipped him off to the impending ambush. She’d stalked him all the way home, waiting for her moment, watching, planning, and then she [i]struck[/i]. From his perspective, something grabbed him from behind, clutching him by the shoulders with two sets of deadly talons, and shoved him right through the door he’d just unlocked. In a moment, he was down on the floor inside his own home, pinned by a single bird foot pressing down on his back. She closed the door behind them.

For all the sergal had teased about that very situation, finding himself in the middle of it was a whole other story. He panicked. That was the only reasonable response when attacked so suddenly, and so easily overpowered too. Helena stood atop him, putting a significant amount of weight on his spine, slowly stroking at his fur through his clothes with the tips of her talons. Feeling those scratching at him had a way of calming him down, even when it made the muscles in his back tense up. She held him there, but before she continued with her surprise attack, she spoke, calmly.

“I have changed my mind. You planted the thought in my mind that wouldn’t go away. Yet if I am unwelcome, I shall leave you, with my apologies. You still have a choice, Ankhrea.”

“Unnh ...”

“I cannot accept that answer,” she said like an uptight gameshow host. “Yes or no, please.”

He was going to have to muster up the breath and give her a clear response unless he wanted to lay on his own floor all night with his dick hard the whole time. Sucking down a breath, he planted his hands beside him just to brace himself, but didn’t dare try to escape from under her pinning foot.

“Yes, please yes, god yes, I want you so much ... um, ma’am.”

Helena gave him another of those soft laughs. “Good. Very good. Up, now.”

She had the forcefulness of a drill instructor. There was nothing to do but obey, as quickly as possible. His will was stronger than his body itself. Though he rushed to his feet as fast as he could, he soon found his legs giving out from under him. Before he could fall, he found himself in the owl’s arms, scooped up and then enveloped in her wings. They shrouded almost his entire body in cozy feathers, supporting his full weight, sweeping him off his feet without her even needing to use her hands.

Off they went together when she whisked him away to take a seat in his own chair. It was almost too small for her, squeaking under her weight, but she made it work. He was still enveloped in her wings, sitting snugly on her lap. Her bulge was right underneath his butt, a seat for him to let him feel the outline of her soft sheath and hefty balls. That alone made for a massive package that twitched whenever he excitedly wiggled. He couldn’t control his body when he was in a position like that, giving spasms and shudders the more he felt her arousal slowly growing, all thanks to him.

Yet despite that sensation, she didn’t rush things. She kept him close, imprisoned in her wings. It felt ever so safe, even when she had her talons all over him. A scritch here, a scratch there left him feeling just how sharp and sturdy they were. Every touch had him fighting not to moan for her, and then wondering why he bothered to fight such an urge. Of course he could tell her how good that felt, in the best way he knew how. Long, shaky groans from his lips only encouraged her to keep going, tracing patterns on his back and down his sides, along the contours of his ribs, clutching him by the hips. Only once she’d thoroughly examined him did she start to grind on him, just a little. She spoke more harshly than before.

“And what made you think you could get away from me, Ankhrea? Such a price you have. Someone out there wants you [i]caught.[/i]”

He perked up his ears and took a moment to put together what she was going for. Ohhh, right, his little joke about putting a contract on himself. She was playing along. Oh, that was cute. But also scary, like everything she did. She was going to treat him like a [i]target[/i], and that meant he was in all sorts of danger. Clearing his throat, he did his best acting job. It wasn’t hard to sound all weak and helpless when she was holding him like that.

“Oh, no, please, ma’am ... it’s not what you think. Whatever you think I did ...”

She cut him off sharply. “Do you think I care what you’ve done? I see you, I see a number, that is all. Do not think you can negotiate with me.”

Wiggling back against her a little, he helped that bulge flex and stir all the more, until he could feel something truly impressive unsheathing. He wasn’t certain what kind of endowment a seemingly pure owl lady would have, but certainly not what was pressing against his butt where he sat snug in her feathery lap. With that motion going, his hips naturally rolling back into her to entice and tease, he managed a little more confidence.

“Maybe I can’t pay you to leave me ... but there must be something I can do. Anything. Just show mercy ...”

The sound of his begging sent a pulse through her emerging cock. He felt it. It was working for her. And it was certainly working for him. Hearing the harshness in her voice, even if she was playing it up, that was making his whole body throb. He was ablaze for her, caught in her clutches, ready to erupt if she just scratched him a little harder. Instead, she began to push him from her lap, leaving him to slide down between her thighs and sit between her feet in front of him. It felt so cold outside of her wings after getting used to her embrace.

“Mercy? Certainly not. Yet you might earn my patience if you can prove yourself useful. I think you know what I want. Turn around.”

It took just a small tug of her dress to make herself indecent. By the time Ankhrea followed her command, she was showing off the full extent of everything he’d been grinding against. Her sleek black balls were every bit as impressive as they’d felt on the first touch. Heavy, full, round, smooth - they looked perfect for planting his wedge-face right between. Atop them rested a firming cock, fully equine in appearance at first with that blunt, flared tip and medial ring. The harder it got, the more the feline-like spines on it began to erect, appearing sharp at first glance, interwoven with thick, pulsing veins. It just kept getting bigger. He sat on the floor just staring at it until she gave him another sharp word.

“This is no time for cock-shock. I want your hands on it and your lips around it. Show me how deep you can go. Every inch buys you a little more time.”

Ankhrea was every bit as eager to suck her off as he was to do anything else with her. It was difficult to even know how to start. Reaching out to stroke and lightly squeeze gave him a much better sense of how those barbs felt. They were soft and flexible under his touch. She made a little noise when he squeezed them, almost like a chirp, puffing out her chest. Maybe she had a bigger sound she was suppressing. Seemed he’d found a good spot to start, as he slowly brought his lips closer and closer for his first taste.

She was only half-hard at most, but there was already a solid bead of precum resting on the tip of her cock. He licked it up before it could drip and let the flavour send a shudder through his entire body. It left him in danger of blacking out for a moment, or so it felt. Once he’d recovered from that first sample, he went back for more and more, coaxing as much as he could from that leaking slit, lapping it all up lavishly. He got her firmer with every stroke of his tongue, until she had an intimidatingly huge cock throbbing right in front of his face. Slurping it all over was one thing. Figuring out how to get his mouth around it took some planning.

Ankhrea made sure to open and close his mouth a few times in preparation, stretching his jaw muscles. He was going to need them ready. Wider and wider he gaped, pushing forth, closing his eyes, letting instinct guide him into getting her in his mouth as snugly as he could. Pushing her deeper and deeper, he eventually felt his lips catch on the hooked barbs he’d been squeezing. They were still as soft as ever, but feeling that change from smooth to stimulating gave him enough pause that his eyes watered and he halted in place. Helena’s voice was distinctly different from the one she’d been putting on to intimidate him.

“Take a second. It’s alright, Ankhrea.”

The unexpected warmth from one so cold had him looking up at her, briefly lost in her orange glare. Her smile was genuine. He knelt there, lips still pursed around her dick but the pleasure on pause until he steadied himself. Eventually he found himself short of breath, far too tense to remember to fill his lungs and reluctantly pulled back, embarrassed and blushing, dripping precum and drool alike from his lips. He whispered softly as if he wanted to make sure the imaginary audience didn’t hear him.

“Is it okay if I ... take it slow? Don’t grab me or force me, I don’t wanna choke too much.”

“Of course. Take a breath, and try again. I’m in no rush.” Then she added, in an especially fearsome version of her usual tone, “[i]Scumbag.[/i]”

That made him shyly smile. She sounded like a comic book villain. Or would it be more of an antihero? He wasn’t sure if he was the good or bad guy in their scenario, but he knew her cock tasted amazing. Just thinking about getting his mouth around it again forced him to wipe at his lips with the back of his hand just so he wouldn’t dribble on himself. Yet before he lunged in too eagerly and got overwhelmed again, he took some time to breathe, to steady himself, to lower his heart rate ever so slightly. He wasn’t getting any softer, but his dick could throb all it wanted while he was busy tending to the big bad owless.

Yet for as mean as she could seem, she kept her word. With her arms and wings alike spread out over the chair she was resting in, she simply soaked in all the attention Ankhrea was giving her without interfering. Her cock was hard enough to handle with her shoving him down on it. His eyes were still watering just pushing it into his mouth, but this time he managed to work and knead along the barbs, right down to the medial ring. There he took the time to just [i]suck[/i] without bobbing back and forth, kneading it in his mouth, massaging it with suction until there was precum shooting straight down his throat. He gulped it proudly, letting that warmth slip down inside him and lube up his throat for the plunge to come.

Once he had a little more confidence, he started to slip her into his throat, just to see how it felt. His long snout meant he had his nose mashed into the feathers around the base of her dick before she was even all that far down, leaving him to gulp and guzzle from that tap. She was putting out more and more juices, really filling him up already. He kept on swallowing for a while before he resumed the sucking, sliding slowly back, feeling the medial ring pop back out of his gullet on that stroke, finishing it off with one long wet [i]smek[/i] of lips against the tip. She gave a fluttered and a huff, but by her voice she was right back in character.

“That’s a start. I have a [i]lot[/i] to drain if you’re going to earn your freedom, filth.”

He was willing to try. A brief moment to pant and swallow, and he was right back on her dick, sliding it in slightly more than last time. Swallowing the flare, sucking the barbs, lapping at every vein and other detail his tongue could find ensure her flavour was deeply imbued into his senses. He was drooling on her balls, tears streaming down his cheeks just from the effort to keep his jaws open that wide, and to keep from choking on it, and yet that just made it feel all the better for him when he started really bobbing back and forth, slobbering all over her fat cock until it was thoroughly glazed.

As long as his stamina didn’t waver, he was going to keep sucking until she finished right in his mouth. He was going to drink it all. That was what he told himself, at least. By then he was guzzling from her, already feeling a little full just from the load she gave him before she even came. Yet he still kept going, kept swallowing and sucking, faster and faster. The momentum was hard to breath, and he heard those little huffs and small hoots she gave when he was blowing her at full speed. With his eyes shut tight and his hands pressed into her thighs, fingers buried in her feathers, he found his stride and gave her the best blowjob a meek sergal could manage.

Lost in the moment, he could only perk up with delight when he felt her veins bulging, her whole dick flexing, her flare widening. Those barbs stood up on end, stroking at his throat on the way in and out, but even that he found oddly pleasant. He kept going, full speed, no stopping to breath, getting her dick covered in the slop she was stirring up in his throat. When he felt the tension at the fullest, when he heard her moan for him in her deep voice, he threw himself forward and held her as deep inside his bulging throat as he could, swallowing hard before she even came inside him.

That owl dick flexed and jumped, but Helena kept herself from thrusting into him for her big finish. Ankhrea braced himself but the sheer volume that hit the back of his throat still made him flinch. He guzzled it down hard, but some of it still spilled from his mouth. Even with huge, throat-bulging gulps to fill his belly with hot owl spunk, he was still drooling it, letting it rain down both their bodies and coat his clothes in her scent, soaking through to his fur, then his skin. That slight slip didn’t distract him from his goal. He kept going until it finally trickled off and Helena relaxed in her seat at last. That must have been a gallon or more of pure cum, but he’d managed to swallow most of it.

Yet when he looked at the owl, he didn’t get the look of satisfaction he hoped for. She was glaring at him again, in the way that made him flinch. He coughed a little and made even more of a mess of her feathers, which only made her stare somehow more intense. She hardly had to say anything. Scanning down her bare legs, he could plainly see how much of her own cum he’d spilled on her, right down to her scaled feet and talons.

“Inadequate. You did not swallow everything. Am I to be satisfied with a subpar blowjob that leaves me to clean my own feet? No. You will do that for me.”

He was still catching his breath, huffing pure steam with every gasp, but she didn’t even give him a chance to fall to all fours. Up came one of her cum-streaked feet, and she snatched him by the face, wrapping her toes around his whole head to drag him to the floor. That powerful grip ensured he was right where she wanted him, soon pathetically lapping at her toes in a desperate attempt to appease her. For as kind as she’d been to him between the scenes, he’d all but forgotten the situation wasn’t for real. He was lapping between her toes and carefully cleaning the cum from her talons until they were nice and shiny, all while she rubbed her other foot against his cheek, grinding a pleasing owl scent into his fur.

She hadn’t even allowed him to remove his clothes yet. His cock was getting sore, throbbing against the strain of his pants, but she hadn’t given him permission to free it. He just had to stay down there, getting smothered in her soles, gripped by her toes, lightly stroked at it by her talons until he’d polished every single drop of cum he’d spilled on her feet. When he thought he was done, she just shoved a sole in his face all the more firmly, insisting he take another pass. Ankhrea licked until his tongue was numb and her taste was deeply saturating his mind, right along with the musk of her cum and cock alike.

Helena even pushed a careful talon between his lips for him to suck on. As long as he did it from the right angle, it didn’t hurt. He could feel how sharp they were though, how solid and strong. Part of him wondered just how much damage they could do, even as he shuddered to imagine it. He served her until her feet were absolutely pristine, and even when she withdrew, she stepped on the back of his head one last time, pressing his face right down to the floor, and held him there. Her voice was near a snarl.

“Stay down. When I say rise, you are going to strip off every last piece of clothing you’re wearing, as quickly as you can. I don’t care if you have to rip them. Now, wait for my command.”

He heard her shifting, heard the ruffle of feathers and fabric alike, but it took him some time to figure out precisely what she was doing. She wasn’t going to let him see a single moment of her undressing. There was to be no striptease. It was not for him. She carefully opened her dress at the back and slipped out of it, which left her entirely naked beneath. Her foot remained firmly in place all the while. She put just enough pressure to keep him still without crushing him, but he knew she needed only a little more weight to do some damage.

Only when she’d carefully stored that dress over the back of his chair did she speak.

“Rise.”

Up came that foot, and then so did Ankhrea, rushing and stumbling to obey her without pause. He wished he’d worn something simpler. There were buttons, zippers, and buckles to worry about, and he rushed through the process inelegantly until he’d lost several buttons from his shirt. Those could be replaced. The moment was more important. Helena stood, fully naked, cock standing tall and stiff despite being coated in a mix of spit and cum, but he couldn’t let the sight of her all her feathers and curves on display distract him. With her arms folded, she looked even more toned and powerful, yet there he was, baring it all to her anyway.

He almost felt ashamed to reveal his much smaller cock when she was sporting such a monolith. Especially given it was trembling, even outright vibrating with need. He was dripping on his own floor with how much precum he was putting out. Tucking his hands behind his back, he looked up at her, and received an angry stare in response. More so than usual.

“Did I say you could get hard? Did I tell you to be a twitching, sloppy wretch in front of me?” When he took more than a second to reply, she leaned her face closer to his. “[i]Well?[/i]”

“No ...”

“No what?”

“No ma’am?” He hoped that was good enough.

Helena straightened up again, slowly nodding. “So, you’ve seen fit to get off on all this. I suppose you’re every bit the degenerate I thought you were. Do you want me to fuck you, is it that it Ankhrea? Do you want to get bent over your own furniture until you’re moaning like my whore?”

Looking at her cock, with all its stimulating textures and sheer size, he wasn’t even sure how to answer her.

“Maybe?”

“[i]Maybe?[/i] You seek mercy, and here you are, debasing yourself, and insulting me in the process? How do you think this is going to end for you, Ankhrea?”

Standing in the spotlight her orange eyes seemed to cast, he felt as if he was shrinking. Or maybe she was just getting bigger and bigger. He couldn’t look anymore. Staring at the floor, and at her nicely cleaned feet, he let out a little whimper in lieu of an answer. She reached down to touch a talon under his chin and tip his head back up. Her expression was much softer when he looked at her again. A gesture with his head and a slight smirk on her beak indicated the nearby couch. She didn’t need to say anything. Holding back a little, for his sake, was enough to reassure him. He just hoped she didn’t break his whole living room, himself included.

That break was brief. She was right back to pushy and impatient once he’d had a moment to calm down. A harsh shove to his shoulder nearly flattened him. He staggered and caught himself on the side of the couch he’d indicated. In a moment, she was behind him. She could move faster than he could even comprehend. He didn’t so much as see her start the motion to swoop behind him and seize him by the hips, plapping her huge dick against his spine. One hand remained firmly gripping him by the hip and butt, but the other she brought to the back of his head, placing her talon there. He knew what was coming, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it at all.

A long, deep scratch right down his spine sent pleasure directly to his nerves. He shuddered until he nearly screamed. If he lost his focus just a little more he probably would have came right then. Instead, he was left a twitchy, shaking mess, slumped over the sturdy arm of his couch. She kept that talon flowing down his sensitive back until she hit the base of his tail. Then she grabbed it, yanking his tail high until he squeaked a little, gasping out nervously. She was rough with him, but she never wasted a motion. Everything had a purpose, and that purpose was snatching him by the back of the head, yanking his tail hard, and bending him over just right until her cock was pointed right at his tender hole.

“I don’t know if ...”

“Should have thought of that before you earned such a tempting bounty,” Helena said with a snarling undertone so imposing, Ankhrea felt guilty over something he’d never even done.

There was no negotiating with her. Even if he had the money for a bribe, he knew she wouldn’t have accepted it. She mounted him, and gave him one last preview of her sheer girth, grinding it down his well-scratched back until she was lined up between his cheeks. Her cock was absolutely soaking, making for a nice smooth slide once she pushed up against his rim, but he was still screaming and whimpering for her anyway. Those were some alarming sounds, but she kept going. She knew what he really needed, even if it left him holding back tears where he convulsed in her clutches.

One wing around his body left him even more overwhelmed, immersed in her, surrounded by her feathers. She penetrated him, warmly, smoothly, popping her flare inside and holding it there, letting him feel it flexing within him. That was already enough to stretch him until it was getting concerning. She was going to ruin him. He shook, he thrashed, he shook his head and whimpered, and he throbbed so hard around that first inch of her dick that he was shooting precum on himself.

When she pushed in a little deeper, his eyes rolled right back, like he was going to die on the spot. Those [i]barbs[/i]. They caught and tingled inside him in a way he didn’t even expect. Swallowing them was one thing. Feeling them stroking over his most sensitive places, pressing his boi button just right, he was a drooling, tearful mess, slobbering on himself, giving pathetic little sobs that left streams running down his cheeks. She was already spurting so much pre inside him that there was plenty running down his taint too. That was going to make the rest of shoving inside him a little smoother, at least.

When he struggled or shook, she gripped him harder, pulling on his tail, or wrenching him around by the grip on his head. He was really in it then. Everything else had been her easing into it, making sure he was as excited for the idea as she was. Now he got to taste the full big bad owl experience. Taking her cock deep in his ass had the bulge in his belly moving along, letting his dick pulse against it, spurt all over it. She wasn’t even thrusting yet. It was all just her inserting into him, yet he was already scrambling, already scraping his feet against the floor, gripping the cushions, crying out, shaking all over like he was going to completely lose himself to spasms. Instead, he lost control of his own pleasure.

It was the barbs, those damn barbs. The soft nubs flexed and faintly bulged with every throb of the owl’s dick, stimulating him to the core. He could feel that pleasure coursing through his belly, running down to his balls, then flowing through his legs until he was curling his toes. There was no stopping it. He couldn’t even last until she was all the way inside of him. A great wail of despairing ecstasy came with the sergal going off so hard that the owl had to wrap her arms around him to keep him from shaking his way right off her dick.

Cumming and cumming, spraying it all out, painting himself and everything around him, Ankhrea found himself caring less and less about letting go the longer he went. It just kept cumming. He drained himself dry, flexing on Helena’s flaring, stroking, pulsing dick. He felt her spurt some more pre inside him while he came, but she wasn’t nearly done yet. Losing his grip on himself meant ruining the whole thing, but for those few seconds of heaven, he didn’t care. Only when he was dripping and slumping in her arms, with her still inside him, gripping him by the back of the neck, did he realize what he’d done. One word told him all he needed to know.

“[i]Pathetic.[/i]”

Helena pushed in a little deeper without warning. She wasn’t about to give him time to recover. Ankhrea was even more sensitive after an orgasm like that, but aside from a brief dip, he didn’t get any softer. One push was all it took to get him hard again, even if it made him a little sore, even if it made the inner stroke of all her stimulating textures that much more unbearable. She just kept filling him, stretching him despite his wiggling protests. When she popped her medial ring past the resistance and moved to thump her balls against him, he pulled away as hard as he could, begging for her to at least give him time to get ready.

“No no no wait ...”

“Don’t you dare disappoint me further. You are [i]mine[/i], Ankhrea. From the moment I first saw you.”

She started sliding back once she got one good tap of her balls against his butt. For just a moment, she was all the way inside, until it felt like she was going to press on his lungs. Yet it was worse when she pulled most of the way out. Everything that felt good going in felt twice as good sliding back out, leaving him quivering, unable to speak, drooling on himself. She held him by the hip and tail, and braced herself to pull him back against her. One hard, deep, long, slamming thrust nearly broke him in two. She had to have been killing him for how hard she was stretching him out, leaving his whole body sore and strained, pushed to the very limit. He was truly weeping by then, unable to contain the emotions that such pain and pleasure alike brought.

As concerning as it was, he wasn’t tapping out. Even when he was begging her to stop, he didn’t [i]really[/i] mean it. She would have known by his tone if he did. Helena didn’t stop, even when he was a quivering mess, getting his ass destroyed by one slow, deep thrust after another. His mind wasn’t faring much better either. He was getting fucked dumb, going numb in the legs and thoughts alike, barely able to remember how he got there, how he met that dangerously gorgeous owl in the first place. All that mattered was that he was getting [i]fucked[/i], exactly how she wanted him. The clenches of her nuts all pressed against his ass and thighs when she bottomed out told him she was refilled and ready to make him slosh all over again.

Just because she was busy demolishing him didn’t mean she couldn’t moan too. She leaned over him, breasts on his back, beak near his ears. That put even more pressure on his body, pressing his bulging belly down to the couch. Soon, he wasn’t even bent over it anymore, just sprawled out on it and pinned under her feathery form. She gasped for him, she gave him her sultry moans, her little coos and hoos of owl delight. With her weight on him like that, she could really pound, and he was helpless to do anything but scream and try to crawl out from under her. For a bird, she was surprisingly heavy.

When his struggles proved too much, she wrapped an arm around his throat, locking him in a chokehold that left him wheezing. He had nothing left but some shivers. She’d completely defeated him, and yet even then, he still jerked about when she pounded him especially hard. He was stretched past his limits, flinching with every single stroke. She was just too damn big for him, but that didn’t stop her. It didn’t stop him either. He accepted her every thrust no matter how much pain there was on top of the pleasure she forced into him, leaking, soaking, paining his insides with every spurt. Not much longer. Not much more he had to endure, even while he thought he could have gladly remained underneath her all night long, even if it destroyed him forever.

The pounding, slamming, flexing flare reached the deepest. Her balls spanked him over and over, her medial ring, her barbs, her throbbing veins, they all added to the overstimulation. He was afraid to cum again. It felt like it was going to break him for good, like he was going to jizz out the last cum he ever made. She was rubbing hard on his prostate, directing those thrusts right where they needed to be despite how fast, how hard she was going. Helena was nothing if not precise, stimulating him to the edge, breaking him, driving him insane with her fat hybrid dick until it was full inside of him, fully engulfed in his clenching, contracting insides. He screamed for her until his throat was hoarse. There was no escaping.

A fluff of her tail feathers and one more good, perfectly aimed thrust was all it took. She screeched to him, bottoming out with her cock fully inserted in the poor boy’s demolished asshole. He screamed just as hard, hitting a shrill note that hurt even his own ears. His own cum started splashing over him before she even filled him. She responded tenfold. The thick, hot spurts of spunk that rushed towards his belly from the back would have taken him a week to produce, each. He was sloshed and stuffed in seconds, and she just kept going, just kept fucking and slamming her seed deep inside him, until he felt something truly break inside him, for real this time. Whether it was some physical part of him giving out or just his mind collapsing, he had no idea.

Sprawled out and uselessly shaking beneath her, he was nothing but a vessel for all her hot seed, taking it all and holding it inside like a good condom of a sergal. She gripped his neck, she clawed his sides, she even bit his ears a time or two in the midst of an orgasm that made even her lose control for a few moments. Helena never tired, thrusting to the very end, though those strokes were less coordinated than the ones that came before. She was bluntly humping him while she filled him with her cum. He was almost relieved when he couldn’t hold anymore and started to overflow at last.

There he lay, owl cum pouring from his sore ass, soaking his fur, streaming over his hips. He felt like he could have simply melted into the cushions beneath him. Her feathers rubbed him all over. She didn’t even seem to pant for breath. Ankhrea was meanwhile hyperventilating, giving sad, shaken whimpers the whole time as he recovered from the cumshot that had blanked him out entirely. Helena remained atop him a little longer, muscles slowly relaxing, tension and aggression draining out of her. She didn’t pull out, so when she moved, he moved with her.

He found himself in her lap once more. Her wings overtook his entire body, blocking out the view of the rest of the room. He could hardly see anyway. She rubbed him all over, refraining from using her talons, applying as much downy fluff to him as possible. He kept her cock warm the whole time, and that was probably for the best. Pulling out was going to be a shock that he wanted to put off for as long as possible. Instead, he let himself slowly begin to settle down, even if he was a sniffling, tear-streaked mess. She wiped a little off the mess from his face with a careful hand.

“There there. You shall be okay, with time.”

She wasn’t going to sugarcoat it. He was going to need a while to recover after a treatment like that. She’d [i]broken[/i] him, but he could fix and heal, eventually. Most important was the sound of her voice. That ferocity, that undertone that made him wonder if he really was in trouble, if she really did find him disgusting was gone entirely. It was all for the thrill of it. She was soft and soothing, speaking warmly as she stroked him and slowly softened within his creamed, stretched, stinging insides. More and more cum leaked into her lap the softer she got, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“I know I am a touch intense. But you handled me very well, despite how it may feel. Not many can last as long with me as you did.”

Ankhrea perked up just slightly when he heard that. Did he really? He felt like was falling apart the entire time. But given how much of her cum was inside of him, he must have done something right. She gave him a very gentle scratch on the neck with the blunt side of a talon, and he moaned for her. That made her chuckle softly.

“You are cute, you know that? I am far too much for you, it is true. Yet the more I thought about it, the more I simply had to have you. A little treat for myself, if you will.”

She was finally soft enough to slip out of him, spilling even more of her spunk everywhere. His ass was still sore and gaped, but it was slowly returning to normal. He was just going to need a long, long nap. And a shower, that too. His whole room smelled like owl jizz, especially him. It was a refined, smooth scent, but still a musky one. He loved it, of course. With a slow lick of his quivering his lips and a deep breath to puff up his chest, he somehow managed to reach deep down within himself and find the strength to ask her a bold question.

“Maybe ... a second date, sometime?”

“Oh, Ankhrea.” She gave more than a chuckle at that. “I think you should give yourself a few days to think about whether you really mean that. If you are truly certain, I will consider it.”

Helena was of course entirely right. It was [i]far[/i] too early to think about such a thing when he wasn’t even sure when he was going to be able to walk again. Yet the longer he spent in her wings, getting stroked and lightly scratched at, massaged by her every touch, the faster his recovery was starting to feel. She had a healing touch despite how good she was at destroying pretty boys like him. Sitting was going to hurt for a while, but he was never going to forget the heights she brought him to, soaring to the stars in her embrace, taking the juiciest, most stimulating cock that had ever fucked him.

If there was time for regrets he could save them for whenever he woke up, if he was still sore. For now, he was happy to be soothed by the cooing owless, slowly slumping back down in her arms, lured towards sleep or at least rest by the tenderness he’d never expected her to show him.