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“Who [i]is[/i] that?”

Everything had been going so well at the dinner party Leya had been lending her culinary skills. There were some prestigious people there, all gathered to mingle and taste her cooking. They paid her such lovely compliments that almost made the rush and stress worth it all. Once she finally managed to settle down from the rush of it all, she could pay closer attention to the guest. One particular woman kept catching the jackal’s eyes, so much so that she couldn’t help but lean over to her nearby friend and assistant chef to inquire. She’d certainly never seen a vulture quite like her.

“Oh, her? That’s Vivian LaFlamme, I think she was a surgeon some years ago. Retired now.”

“Really? So young?”

The black dog next to her just gave a chuckle. “Older than she looks. Careful around that one. She has quite the ... reputation.”

That seemed hard to believe. The woman’s feathers had such an attractive golden twinkle in the light. The dress fit her curves just right. She was heavier, certainly, but that just kept Leya’s eyes roaming all the more. Especially to that impressively hefty bust. Perhaps it wasn’t entirely natural, on an older body like that, but it fit in so nicely with all those feathery curves. As for the mention of her reputation, that only intrigued Leya more. She found herself staring, just to catch a glimpse of that dark look in Vivian’s eye, or the sharpness of her every movement. And her talons.

They saw each other plenty, in the vulture’s frequent circling back to refill her plate. Leya simply took it as a compliment that she wanted thirds. It was far from her place to judge. Vivian was a big woman, with big curves, and an overall heft to her that kept the jackal’s eyes straying all night long. It wasn’t even a polite glance, after a while. Leya was leaning over the counter, sighing to herself as she stared. The jiggle of the bird’s bust, the squish of her fine, round ass coming down on a chair, even the way she so expertly deconstructed what she ate before downing it in a single flash of her beak. Leya couldn’t narrow her growing infatuation down to any one trait. She only knew that it wasn’t going away.

Of course, aged or not, the vulture was far from unobservant. She could see the jackal leering out of the corner of a keen green eye. When she returned with her plate this time, it wasn’t for food. She caught Leya’s gaze and she didn’t let go. Leaning close gave the jackal an ample look at her feathery cleavage, if the canine dared break away from that piercing stare. One look, and she swore the vulture knew all her secrets, all her fantasies. A soft, accented voice broke her from her paralysis.

“Hello Leya. Is there something I might help you with? Am I to drag you off to be my dessert, in a manner of speaking?”

“Ah,” was all Leya said when she realized she’d been found out. She looked around, but she wasn’t getting any help from her kitchen helpers. It was all down to her. “I apologize if I’ve been rude. It’s just - “

Vivian cut her off, but gently, raising a hand. It was simply that Leya didn’t want to keep speaking when it wasn’t her turn anymore. “Just indeed. I do not mind the attention. I simply wonder how sincere it is.”

That was when Leya’s eyes went wide and her ears went flat to her head. There was a [i]sharpness[/i] in those words. At first she simply thought it was Vivian’s way of showing she was upset with her, but no, it didn’t seem quite like that. She let her eyes wander, finally free from that stare, scanning up and down to remind herself of what had made her so obsessed in the first place. When she got all the way down, she saw Vivian tapping a bare talon on the floor.

“[i]If[/i] you truly mean it, then show me.” The bird stepped past the barrier to enter the kitchen properly, setting aside a plate she’d emptied thrice over by then.

“How?”

“You’ll know how. Start on your knees.”

Leya glanced around. There was a mix of encouraging grins and indifference from her help in the kitchen.

“Here? Couldn’t we go somewhere else first?” The jackal bit her lip.

“In time. First, I need to know you are serious.”

Another quick look at everyone who was going to see her, then back to Vivian, and Leya found her choice being made for her. Her knees got so weak she simply slumped, sinking down before the vulturess, ready to serve however she was told. Except, she didn’t get any instructions in that regard. Nothing, aside from the persistent tapping of that talon, the [i]tick tick tick[/i] against the kitchen floor like that of a clock, counting down to something Leya wasn’t sure she was ready for. She heard murmurs from the wings, from the audience who naturally turned their attention to the unusual sight, but aside from making her cheeks blaze, she didn’t let that affect her too much.

She’d know what to do, Vivian had told her. So she did. Down she went, even deeper, on her hands and knees before the bird as if in worship. There was no better way to describe the way she tended to those talons. All her time in the kitchen, tasting, sampling, and yet there was nothing more pleasing to her palate than the taste of the old vulture’s claws on her tongue. She licked them carefully, making sure not to catch an edge, but thoroughly enough to spit-shine them to perfection. Even a small sample of the big bird’s flavour was enough to send her even deeper into obsession.

After debasing herself like that, she looked up and found Vivian staring down, looming in a way only birds like her could. She didn’t have to say anything. A good start, but there was so much more Leya could do to truly prove herself. She was just going to have to be more shameless, more devoted, and to care even less about who saw her. Diving in, opening up, she began to lick and suck those toes from every single angle she could, drooling on them, soaking herself in the scent and taste she was growing to love. The idle thought of just how many important people were likely to pass by and see her slurping on the vulture’s feet right there in the kitchen occurred to her, but she wasn’t about to let that distract her.

Only after she’d worked over seemingly every inch of that scaled foot did Vivian finally reach for Leya to help her back up. The jackal found herself in a daze, the room spinning, ready to receive any guidance the older woman could offer. Vivian didn’t offer much praise, but even a small amount was enough for Leya to cling onto.

“Good girl. Let us depart.”

Taking her by the shoulders, she didn’t quite lift the canine in her clutches as she simply walked her right out of the kitchen as if swooping her up and away. Vivian knew precisely where to go. A few more steps, a little nudging encouragement was all it took to convince Leya to leave the party behind and vanish into the nearest bedroom with the gorgeous woman she’d only just met. She regretted nothing. At least not yet.

Vivian closed and locked the door to ensure they wouldn’t be interrupted. Or perhaps that Leya wouldn’t get away. The look in her eyes had never changed. She wore the same smouldering, somewhat menacing expression in private as she had in public. There was nothing to hide. She turned her attention back to the jackal, and simply gave a quick gesture that came with a command.

“Strip.”

A small gasp from the jackal preceded her immediate compliance. She tried to make it as sexy as she could despite her nervousness, and just ended up feeling awkward about it all. It was a relief when Vivian snapped her fingers and shook her head, speaking firmly.

“No. I did not ask for a show. I simply wish to see you naked, and examine you.”

It all sounded so sterile when she put it like that. Most things Vivian said did. There was a flatness, a coldness to her that only made her somehow sexier in Leya’s eyes. She felt herself being sized up by that stare, looked over like a piece of meat, and she felt a persistent sense of danger tickling at the back of her mind. None of that was making her any less aroused. She was [i]wet[/i] by the time she unceremoniously peeled herself out of her panties, kicking her clothes aside with a puff of the flour that had been clinging to them, that the apron couldn’t quite catch.

Only when she was fully naked did Vivian make her approach. The vulture was still in her dress, all black and gold to go with her warm tones. She reached out, and for a moment Leya flinched. She only calmed when the bird took her by the hip and shoulder to guide her down onto the bed. For whatever reason, the jackal had never felt more naked in her entire life. It was a little cold in there, but she made up for that with all the heat she was putting out, flustered, heart pounding, pussy sending rivers of lust running over her thighs.

Vivian loomed above, leaving the examination purely a visual one at first. Leya saw her stroke the underside of her beak, considering. Did she approve? It was impossible to read her. The look in her eyes never changed, even when she reached out to touch. Leya had to suppress the urge to flinch away, simply intimidated by the talons approaching her naked form. Yet when she felt that stroke of her cheek, and the light scratch down the side of her neck, she finally allowed herself to relax. Every touch was so precise, tracing every detail, every vein, that she truly knew she was in the talons of an expert.

A soft scratch through her scalp left Leya’s lower lip quivering. It was like a massage all its own, one that was methodical, thorough. Vivian turned the dog’s head this way and that just to examine and touch her from every angle. Leya closed her eyes tight when she felt those talons near her eyes, but she had nothing to fear. Vivian was precise. She rubbed Leya’s whole face, kneaded her temples, tipped her muzzle up to stroke under her chin. The jackal found herself suppressing a thump of her tail when she felt that. It made her feel so admired, silently praised. Vivian never needed to say a word to communicate her approval of everything she touched.

The touches were light at first, but more deeper, firmer the more she went. A squeeze of her throat made Leya squirm a little. It wasn’t nearly enough to choke her or cut off any air, but she felt a spark of something anyway. The vulture didn’t need great strength to do debilitating harm if so so chose, with such anatomical mastery. Yet she soon moved on. Vivian pressed on Leya’s chest at first, testing her, but she took two good handfuls of the jackal’s breasts in time. A squeeze, and fondle, even a tug eventually left Leya suppressing a light moan.

That moan sprang forth before Vivian even reached her drenched pussy. A good belly rub was all it took. Two palms flat on her middle, taking handfuls of that trim dog belly was enough to make Leya curl her toes and lift her legs, squirming with pleasure she couldn’t fully describe. She was crackling with a strange tingly energy, and it only grew more intense with every little scritch and scratch, every sound of talon against fur, every little rub and rustle. She felt as if she was going to fall asleep at any moment, and yet she’d never been more awake, even with her eyes shut tight.

She found her vision flooded with light when her eyes shot open from a single touch across her pussy. Vivian used a single finger, getting it well-lubricated in a tantalizing brush against the folds of Leya’s needy sex. The jackal couldn’t help a small hump of her hips when she felt that, but her enthusiasm was swiftly subdued by the vulture pressing on thigh firmly to bring her back down to the bed.

“Lie still, please.”

Leya heard no irritation in that voice, but she didn’t hear much else either. She did her best. A little quivering didn’t bother Vivian. That was natural, especially when the vulture continued on between the jackal’s thighs, taking big handfuls of those muscles, stretching them, pulling them taut one way and then another. Leya felt the need to touch herself, but she didn’t dare lift her hands from where they were. She didn’t even consider moving until the bird lightly tapped her side and offered some simple instructions.

“On your belly, now.”

There was a brief pause after the jackal turned herself over and stretched out, arms folded under her chin. She wanted to glance back, but instead she merely listened, long ears perked. The shuffle of clothing and feathers told her the vulturess was stripping, but the great reveal wasn’t for her eyes. Instead, she took it in touch. Naked in the cool room, Leya’s found the chill immediately banished by the huge, soft bird stretching her body across her own. The jackal was completely enveloped in downy softness, in the golden, caramel scent of the vulture’s bare form pressing down on her from top to bottom, squishing her deep into the sagging bed, immersing her in the fluff and curves she’d been admiring from afar for so long.

Vivian got into position and then simply remained there, stretched out as if to sleep atop the cushion of a jackal beneath her. Leya felt those plentiful breasts against her shoulders, wrapping around the back of her head. They felt perhaps too ample, too perfect to be totally natural, but that hardly bothered her. What was entirely real was the weight of that soft belly on her back and butt alike, and the soft tap of a beak against her cheek. She couldn’t help another moan. Less sexual sounds had come out of her mouth in the middle of an orgasm, and there she was, crying out in bliss simply to find herself pinned beneath all that bird.

Then, a slow, warm grind made Leya fight to keep herself from making even more noise. She felt the heat of a bare pussy rubbing on her lower back, stretching rising lust over her fur, helping her keen nose swim in that scent. It felt as good as getting fucked without so much as a single touch to her own sex. She was pulsing, flexing, contracting on nothing, putting out an excess of juices that streaked over the sheets. Maybe she was going to cum. Her whole body was [i]activated[/i] after that examination, after all those touches. Everything only felt more intense once Vivian started nibbling.

It was only a few soft pinches with that curved beak. Though it certainly had its sharper edges, it was much more pleasant than Leya had thought. She felt those small bites walking up and down the back of her neck, then moving onto her head, her scalp, her ears. Vivian moved down to put a little more pressure on the jackal’s shoulders, gnawing fondly, kneading the other with a free hand, and all the while she was rolling her hips, humping, dominating, marking the pinned canine down as hers with a heated perfume of lust that was sure to cling to her fur.

Leya couldn’t have fully explained why it all felt so good. Words were quite unnecessary anyway. All she knew was she kept spiralling deeper into complete, enraptured pleasure, until there was nothing she could hold back anymore, until her legs were stiff, her muscles were tight, and her cunt was clenching out a climax that gushed upon the sheets simply from the excitement alone. She made a mess of herself, slightly breathless beneath all that weight, writhing yet pinned in place, helpless to do anything but moan under the attention of the vulture who so aroused her.

When the pleasure slowed and she fell into more of a shuddering aftermath, still aroused but briefly sated, Leya heard the vulture show her first sign of anything beyond neutrality towards her. A soft chuckle was a large statement from that tight-beaked bird.

“My. Am I right in my assessment that you have not been with many women like me before?”

Leya’s blush was ever-present but even hotter hearing that. “Many women in general, not really. Mostly fooling around. Like you? Never.”

“I am told this.” Vivian nodded, nuzzling her beak against the jackal’s cheek. “But that is no matter. I will teach you how to please me.”

Up she got, leaving Leya to gasp out when she realized she’d been ever so slightly short on air all through the slightly crushing cuddle. She turned over again to finally lay eyes on the glory of the naked vulture, fully bare before her, just hoping that was permitted. Vivian sat on the bed to give her time to take it all in. The dress really hadn’t hidden much. All those curves, all those shapes were exactly as outlined beneath the fabric, yet made even more entrancing by the glitter of those gold-dusted feathers, and the slight wobble of thighs and belly, the springing bounce of her unusually perky breasts when she moved even a small amount. Vivian watched her, and when it had been long enough, she pointed to the canine.

“Down.”

She spoke to her like, well, a dog. Vivian was not a patient trainer, but Leya was nothing if not obedient. All it took was beckoning to her to tug her invisible leash. She crawled forward and sprawled out until she was snug between the vulture’s thighs. Such golden scents awaited her. She took one deep breath and held it for a time simply to grow more intoxicated on the bird’s presence. Vivian clutched her by the shoulders, tugging her smoothly forward, drawing her in for service. It didn’t take long until Leya found her face utterly buried in warm, wet vulture snatch, muzzle-deep in the fragrance and slickness that awaited her.

The next step was more of a mystery to her. She knew only what [i]she[/i] liked, and so she tried to emulate that. Slurping, slobbering in an instant, giving her best wet dog licks, she made sure to get her face utterly coated in the juices that flowed thicker and hotter from Vivian the more attention she gave. Enough work, she eventually heard a brief moan, felt a bit of tightness closing around her tongue. That was a sign to press deeper, to go from simply swiping along the edges to shoving her whole tongue within those depths. There she could feel the results of her own hard work in every quiver and flex Vivian gave her.

She might have gone even deeper if she could find a way, just to see how deep she could get her muzzle. Vivian held her back with a hand resting on the back of her head, keeping her where she was, lightly scratching at her neck. Good girls got scritches. They remained like that for minutes without Leya breathing anything more than pure horny vulture scent. It only grew more potent the longer she worked. Only when her chest was starting to ache and her mind was going even blanker than before did Vivian gently nudge her. That was more commanding than any bark of orders could have been.

Leya slowly [i]schlurked[/i] her way back out of that extra-slick vise grip cunt, leaving herself thoroughly drenched and soaked in the taste she’d quickly grown to love. There was one small golden feather clinging to her face, stuck there by the juices soaking her. Neither of them bothered with it. Instead, Leya was sitting there, unable to control the wiggle of her own tail. Even a jackal couldn’t help it when she was that excited. She was completely susceptible to everything Vivian wanted to do to her, and ever so easily bowled over by even a soft push.

Like a dark cloud overtaking the light above, Vivian shrouded her. The vulture wore a seductive look that had Leya biting her lip, watching every movement, every ruffle of feathers, every shake and bounce of all those curves and all that padding. Then all was dark. She found herself between the bird’s breasts, completely smothered by all that cleavage. Her body was all but invisible beneath the vulture’s own, a second bed for the big woman to squish all her weight down upon. Yet for as all-encompassing as it was, Vivian remained precise in everything she did. She lined the two of them up just right until they were kissing pussies, sharing their mutual arousal and wetness, pressing in deep, and then starting to slide.

For all her experience, Leya had never felt something quite so blissful as the slow, hot slide of wet sex against her own. Vivian knew all the places to hit, when to gently touch and when to [i]grind[/i]. Despite her size and age alike, the vulture rolled her hips with unending vigour and surprising strength. Maybe that came with hauling all that weight around. She gave thrusts and she gave long, smooth slips and slides until Leya was crying out at the height of her voice in that fluffy cleavage, the sounds smothered nearly to silence by that embrace. She could make all the noise she liked.

Vivian too didn’t skimp on the occasional moan of her own, parting her beak, closing her eyes, tilted her head back. She put enough weight on Leya to squeeze some of the air out of her, but that didn’t stop the jackal from keeping the song going. The two of them were rolling, grinding, bouncing together, with Leya doing her best to reciprocate the heavy rubbing. She eventually lost her rhythm, partly for just how much weight there was on her, partly for the pleasure that started to overtake her. Vivian sped up, but never lost time, keeping to a steady rhythm that one could set a clock to. She fucked Leya exactly as she intended, and not a single measure faster or slower.

Maybe Leya was even cumming exactly when Vivian wanted her to. She certainly couldn’t stop herself. That sweet, body-rocking release passed through her almost violently. Maybe it was the slight smother, the lack of a full chest of air in her lungs that made her go off that hard. She felt like she was losing it - losing her sense of everything else outside that moment. Mostly, she squirted, and it was all the sweeter when she felt what must have been Vivian’s own orgasm, syncing right up with her own, sharing the time together in tender, twitching heaven and making such a mess of each other’s feathers and fur.

Vivian was modest in her orgasmic sounds, but sang all the same. Her voice had some harsher notes, some rasp, some scratch, but it was angelic in Leya’s ears. She listened to the big bird moan for her while she slowly smothered a little deeper into that nest of comfy cleavage. Feeling those smooth feathers touching her from all sides was the happiest place she could be, even if she lingered there a little longer than was probably good for her own airflow. If she breathed nothing but sweet, golden vulturess, what was the need for anything else?

Just a little longer. Vivian lingered too. She didn’t let the jackal up until Leya started to feel suffocation coming on. That very first hint of distress running through her veins was all it took. Vivian knew the precise moment. She rose up, with a hand firmly on the jackal’s shoulder to help pry her from between the tits she so adored nuzzling. Leya gasped out, panted sloppily, and looked up at the vulture with eyes that weren’t fully seeing. A silhouette was good enough for her when the figure was that striking. That stern voice was clear, and sounded ever so pleasing when she was offering praise.

“Good girl. A strong set of lungs you have. Shall we continue to test them?”

“Huh?” Leya couldn’t come up with a good retort when she was still that worked up, still drooling on herself in the effort to catch her breath.

“You have shown such resilience. It makes me curious.” Vivian tapped her beak with a talon. “How far can I push you? How much control are you willing to give me?”

“Ohh, I ... “ Just hearing that was making Leya’s lip quiver with desire. “Anything. I don’t even care. I want whatever you want.”

Vivian gave a genuine smile, eyes twinkling. She looked like a different woman for just a moment - one that Leya could fully trust. Then, there came that shadow again, that dark, deep gaze that seemed to pass right through the jackal. The vulture rose up higher.

“There is much I desire. Especially with you. At this second - one thing more than anything else.”

“Anything. I want it. [i]Please.[/i]”

Leya didn’t have to beg. Vivian was already moving. Yet she couldn’t hold it back, especially when she found herself being guided back towards the bed’s many pillows. With her head propped up a little, she had a good angle for the sight of that huge, feathery ass, and a good glimpse beneath Vivian’s lifted tailfeathers. The vulture took her time getting adjusted, taking care not to come crashing down too quickly. That might well have crushed Leya on the spot. The jackal raised her hands to grasp those hips, an excited gasp swiftly silenced when she was completely overtaken from ears to shoulders in hefty, soft rump.

Her muzzle fit so nicely between those cheeks. Vivian sat down on her a little more firmly, then a little more, to make sure the jackal was completely engulfed and kissing up against her taut rim. Leya knew what to do with that. She had that canine tongue and she was ready to slurp, taste, and utterly worship without a hint of hesitance. A fine feast of vulture ass left her further entranced by Vivian’s warmth, drooling on her, debasing herself with her complete devotion to worshipping the older woman from beneath. The distant moans, muffled yet distinct, were all the reward she needed.

Sometimes Vivian simply sat on her. Other times, she offered some relief by raising her hips up, only to bring them down again even more firmly, shoving Leya even more intimately against that ring, thumping down on the jackal’s shoulders and skull alike. Leya half expected something to give out under all that weight, but everything squishing on her was ever so soft, ever so pillowy. Though she couldn’t breathe much. That was a small price to pay for adoring that ass, for getting to squeeze and knead it from the sides to squish those cheeks even more firmly around her face, and to tease and tantalize Vivian with every swipe of her big wet tongue.

The ache came to her in time. She couldn’t breathe at all under that much bird. Leya squeezed a little tighter, digging her fingers into the fluff of Vivian’s hips. She braced herself for the strain of smothering, getting weary, getting dizzy, getting weaker every moment she spent with the vulture sitting on her. Her shoulders were sore from taking that much weight, her tongue was getting a little numb, but still she served, even when she started to feel like she was drowning in that ass despite all her drooling worship.

When the moment came, when it went from straining her to outright burning, Vivian didn’t remove herself as before. This time, she pressed down even more firmly, teasing just how strong Leya’s bones were beneath her, pressing her feathered rump flat to the bed with the jackal’s face wedged in tight beneath. She rubbed and rolled her hips, grinding on Leya’s face and tongue as if to mock the slowly suffocating canine, taking even more pleasure from her even when Leya began to fade. The jackal was starting to think she’d really do it, she’d really go that far, she’d really keep smothering until she’d gone way too far.

Fading, slumping, struggling just a little, Leya still found herself getting wet about it. That dark side of Vivian was lethal, or it could be, if she didn’t let up soon. The jackal felt the ache building and building, found herself clawing at Vivian’s hips in hopes of just one gasp of air, and the vulture kept on sitting until those hands slid down flat on the bed and the jackal was seemingly lifeless beneath her. Leya didn’t remember passing out. She only remembered waking up, with the bird’s beaky expression pointed her way and an expression she couldn’t read.

“There you are. I was not entirely sure if you would wake up.”

There wasn’t much concern in Vivian’s voice about that possibility. Though even while she was still putting her head back together and wheezing her way back to life, Leya knew something didn’t add up. For all the expertise she’d demonstrated so far, there was no possible way Vivian wasn’t sure about something.

“You weren’t?”

“No. That was a lie, for fun. I was certain. Simply entertaining the thought. If I had insisted, you would have gone all the way, would you not?”

Leya thought about it, in her addled state. The mere image in her head, of going completely limp and lifeless under all that vulture made her naturally reach towards her sex to start playing with herself, without even thinking about it. Vivian stopped her, clutching her by the wrist. Instead, she helped the panting jackal rise so she could pull her into another feathery embrace. That one was much less overwhelming than being sat on. At least at first.

It started out ordinary, but the more Vivian squeezed, the more Leya found herself smothered into the cleavage she so adored. This time, even deeper. Vivian hugged the jackal, using her arms to squeeze her bust together, pressing on Leya’s head from both sides. Those tits were feather-soft as the rest of the bird, but that was a lot of pressure on the jackal’s skull. Vivian pressed harder and harder, until her arms weren't enough and she squeezed her breasts with both hands, just to put even more force into the crushing grip. Again there was that surprising strength from the old bird. It was starting to make Leya feel like her head was going to cave in.

Harder, firmer, deeper. Leya couldn’t escape. She didn’t want to. Even if she whimpered and squirmed, starting to feel it go beyond just roughness and into outright pain, she was only getting wetter. She didn’t need to touch herself. Trembling in that skull-testing cleavage, she felt herself trembling up to another peak. The lack of air again, so shortly after passing out, the danger, even the pain, it all had a way of working her up to a hands-free orgasm that shuddered through her entire body. Vivian kept her exactly where she was for the entire duration of that fine, misting release, only letting go when Leya was completely drained of pleasure.

The jackal fell back, and the vulture didn’t catch her. Vivian let Leya hit the bed and sprawl there for a time, panting again. As for the bird herself, she slowly rose, all the way up. Stepping on the bed to make it sag down towards the floor, the vulture loomed over the fallen jackal like she’d just found her prey. Leya had no idea what was about to happen next. She suspected it was going to be hard on her body. But she could take it. She knew she could.

Of all the things she could have guessed, Vivian snapping her fingers and summoning a server to unlock the door and bring in a tray of dessert wasn’t high on the list. Someone came at Vivian’s command, with a specially provided key. The same black dog Leya had been working with all night didn’t so much as give a single word of comment over the whole situation he found himself walking in on. He simply did his job, even as the vulture started walking over the whimpering jackal, one foot at a time.

“Right there. That will do, yes,” Vivian said, pointing sharply.

As she spoke, she placed one smooth sole directly over Leya’s muzzle and stepped on the jackal’s whole face. Despite the weight, she knew what to do. Reaching for that foot, clutching it almost in desperation, she started to lick without even needing to be told. Leya knew she had an audience and that just made her prouder to be such a good servant, such a good vulture foot cleaner. Not that it was dirty exactly, but if she worked her tongue deep into the grooves and wiggled it between Vivian’s toes just to get as much slightly musky vulture flavour as she could. She didn’t care how she looked, making such a mess of herself in the process, naked and dripping, pussy clenching up on nothing with her own excitement.

With his job done, the dog took one last lingering glance and then simply departed when Vivian gestured him away. He locked the door behind him. Maybe there was one person who could have come in and rescued Leya if she really got in trouble, but that was all. As soon as the lock clicked, Vivian pressed even more firmly down on the jackal’s head, putting some more dangerous pressure on those bones with a significant amount of her own heavy weight. It only lasted a few seconds, before she swapped from one foot to the other and left Leya to start the process all over again.

A toe and talon sucking when things were calming kept the vulture humming, sometimes even moaning a little. Other times, Vivian simply pressed her scaled sole down firmly on the jackal’s pointed muzzle until it was just a little too harsh to be comfortable. Nonetheless, Leya clutched that foot and licked it all over, cleaning it so thoroughly it was glistening with all the saliva she granted it. That taste, that golden flavour mingled with the smell of something sweet cooling nearby on that tray. It was such a good match for Vivian’s own fragrance.

For a moment, Leya swore she felt a [i]crack[/i]. She wasn’t sure if it was the bedframe of her own skull. Nothing hurt, at least not beyond the general tenderness she felt after getting half-crushed and smothered by all that bird, then walked on. Vivian let up just at that point anyway, leaving Leya to try to rise. The jackal’s body wasn’t really obeying her. No matter. She could stay right there and await the finale. Vivian tended to the tray once she stepped down from the bed, bludgeoning the hardened surface of an expertly prepared crème brûlée, then scooping a hearty helping of the caramel-scented treat.

It wasn’t for her. At least not yet. Instead of eating it directly, Vivian began to spoon it all over Leya’s body. The stickiness instantly clung to her fur. That wasn’t the best feeling at first, but it was much more enjoyable when Vivian applied a good amount to the jackal’s pussy. Leya was already glazed with lust, and that made it more literal. Once she’d given her a good coating, Vivian considered her artwork, standing above the canine. She set the spoon aside, took by the thighs, and parted her legs so she could sprawl across the bed and press her beak right up against that caramel-coated cunt.

The final treat was her, delighted by the vulture’s tongue techniques, letting the bird have her dessert right off the lips of her pussy. The somewhat unpleasant sticky sensation soon went away in favour of something much more blissful, something that surged and pulsed through her whole system. She writhed for Vivian, she sang, she even screamed a little. Someone in the other room might have thought something darker was occurring when she made sounds like that, but she didn’t care. No one was going to interrupt her good time.

Vivian didn’t hesitate to push right inside, to get her whole beak around that pussy and tonguefuck Leya to the edge of oblivion. The jackal rolled her hips, humped, lifted, bounced, but mostly she just [i]reacted[/i] to every lick and stroke she got. The vulture was clutching her tightly enough to dig into her skin, just to keep her relatively in place for that eating out. She’d swallowed every sample of sweetness from that sex, and worked on drinking all the juices she helped work up. When she wanted the jackal to cum, she pressed her tongue to a certain internal spot and set her off in an instant.

It took just one lick, with just the right pressure, just the right angle, to send Leya spiralling instantly into an orgasm that had her pouring out another wave of pleasure, another splatter of fluids to soak Vivian’s beak and feathers alike. The vulture didn’t flinch from such a flood. She drank it down when she didn’t simply wear it, licking the jackal all the way through orgasm to ensure she went off for as long as possible. Only when Leya felt herself drained, utterly emptied out of pleasure until she felt delightfully hollow did the vulture finally relent. Vivian pulled back, retrieved a cloth from the food tray, and dabbed at her dripping feathers calmly.

Meanwhile, Leya was laying there, gasping, shuddering, having a fit of sorts just trying to catch her breath. Her body was bruised and sore in ways she knew were going to hurt even more in the morning. Her fur was damp with a mix of juices when it wasn’t simply sticky from the candied coating she’d been given. There was so much to clean up, so much to explain, so much to recover from when she managed to crawl out of that stupor, but that was going to be a while. She almost wanted to shield herself when she saw Vivian crawling into bed with her again, but there was no need.

It was nothing more than a post-sex snuggle. For as cold as the vulture could seem, she knew how to deliver aftercare. It came in the form of her talons ever so gently dancing down Leya’s form, admiring all the contours, stroking and smoothing her fur, helping her feel calm and safe despite everything she’d just gone for. Parts of the jackal’s body were throbbing with aches after taking a little too much weight for too long. Her chest hurt. She felt like she was somehow still catching her breath, minutes later. Yet the soothing scratches and touches made her feel as if she was being actively healed by the moment. So too did Vivian’s voice.

“You have done very well. Look at you, still here, still squirming against me. Not everyone is as responsive as you during these afterglow cuddles.”

The way she said that made Leya perk her ears one more time, but she didn’t have the strength to ask questions. There was something so particular about the phrasing, something being hinted at that her weakened mind couldn’t quite put together. She was simply happy to be there and cared for, unaware of how much worse it could have gone for her, if Vivian chose.