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Every now and then I wonder what I would do about my peculiar hunger if it weren't for the ability to take to the wing like I am right now, horizon to horizon all visible to me. I've made most of my successful "acquisitions" by diving out of the sky on unsuspecting victims, though sidling up to them in bars or clubs and tricking them into letting me into their confidence can definitely be fun too.

Today, though, I had honestly just planned to stretch my wings and get some exercise. The sun overhead was intense, but up hear the air was clear and cold, and the wind blowing over my feathers made for a comfortable balance. With a strong breeze to glide on a few hundred feet up, I felt like I could spend half the day just catching thermals and riding the wind right up until I noticed a black shape moving below me.

I may not have had the extremely acute eyes of a raptor, but my eyes were still more than good enough to spot the moving blotch of black on otherwise unbroken green of the grass below me. A short dive and glide brought me lower and closer and identified the shape as equine, and that gradually resolved into a stallion as I rode the wind behind him, his tail flicking as he trotted and giving me a brief glimpse of a similarly black shape dangling between his hind legs. My exercise flight might actually turn out to bear unexpected fruit.

His path was taking him into the wind I was riding, so I was able to stay airborne and slow enough that I could stay mostly behind him if I took breaks to tack back and forth across it. I watched as he reached one of the few trees speckled here and there across the plain, and settled under it. I could only imagine how brutal that sun must have felt on a cloudless day with as still as the air was down at that height, especially with a glossy black coat that would just soak up all that heat even worse.

Years of practice made it easy to glide slowly down until I dropped into that hot, still air, and then gently and silently land about a dozen yards away from his tree so I could slowly move in without being heard. There was just enough air movement to rustle the leaves on his tree and cover the soft sound of my talons and paws in the grass. Now that I'm on the same level as him I can see he's a pretty sizable adult, a bit bigger than me, and looks like he's thoroughly enjoying the shade that's now letting his lather of sweat do its job of cooling him. He keeps his eyes closed as he briefly rolls back and forth in the grass to get some of it off of him and speed the process, whinnying and sighing in relief as he does so, and also giving me an excellent look at his sizable package in the process.

When he's done he settles back on his side, and it would appear the rolling may have done a bit of sheathe tickling because his tip is clearly poking out. As the rest of his admittedly impressive length follows it, though, I realize that smile on his face isn't just from relief from the sun, but also from what he must be thinking about right now as he starts getting hard right in front of me, his penis firming up on the grass. If I just go for it right now, though, he'll probably bolt, and I really don't want to chase him, so I decide to go for the shock route and play it from there.

"Hey there, nice spot of shade you found! Mind if I get out of the sun here too?" I squint as I say this, hopefully making him think that standing in the sun is keeping me from clearly seeing him in the shade.

As I expected, my statement makes him jerk and turn to stare at me in what initially looked like panic, but years of evolutionary instinct did its work as his panicked mind took in my long straight beak and my eyes being more to the sides of my head, falsely identifying me as a non-threat thanks to my magpie ancestry. If he knew what my ancestors used to eat, he might have reconsidered that initial assessment, but right now it was only to my favor.

Next, he predictably attempts to hide his erection, which goes about as well as you might expect with a creature as well-endowed as a horse. He tries to roll onto it completely, which he aborts with a brief wince, and settles for rolling halfway over it and arranging his legs to try and hide what little I might be able to see.

"N-no, I don't mind! Plenty enough shade here for both of us! Sorry, I just didn't expect anyone else to be out here."

He's clearly nervous as hell, but he's not bolting as my request seemed innocent, so I accept his invitation and settle down next to him, pointedly looking out over the field and away from his awkward posture and what I know it's hiding.

"No worries, I understand! I'm used to being by myself out here too, considering how far from any town this place is. Do you come through these plains often, or just ended up wandering through here today?"

"I just came through here today, and I'm not sure if I will again. I-I mean, the sun is crazy intense out here with no shade at all..." He honestly doesn't seem to notice himself trailing off as he tries to readjust his posture to hide his erection better again, his fidgeting only stimulating it and keeping it from going flaccid on its own, with one of his legs briefly slipping out across the grass and fully exposing the almost flared tip.

At this point, I think he's fumbling enough that I could be excused for just idle curiosity at his motion, so I turn and actually look at his stiff length, and I don't have to try and feign being impressed. He looks like he could definitely reach the deepest spots in a mare while giving her quite a stretch, but in my case looking at that long meat just makes my stomach gurgle. I can clearly see all the veins standing out as his pointless attempts to hide himself have just brought him to full, throbbing mast.

"Seems like someone was thinking pleasant thoughts before I showed up! Sorry if I interrupted anything." I smiled as I said this, making sure I didn't look like I was offended.

His black fur betrayed a surprisingly potent blush as he muttered something about heat season and what sounded like a profuse apology delivered at too low a volume for me to accurately hear. I nod along with him as he mutters, most of my attention locked on his erection until he stops talking and I quickly interrupt my staring before he can start to get nervous.

"Don't worry about it, it happens to all of us! Besides, I've gotta admit you've got a really nice one..." At this point he was probably taking my staring for a sexual advance, so I just have to hope he's receptive.

"O-oh, um, th-thank you! Thanks for not freaking out or anything. I mean...if you want you could...you know...get a closer look?" He rolls onto his side and fully exposes himself to me.

Bingo. Got him.

He didn't resist as I reached out and took hold of his length in my talons, being careful to keep my claws clear, the size of his meat making them look tiny in comparison. He lets out a little whimpering sigh as I lightly stroke over his length with both talons, making sure he's completely hard before I move to the next part. He seems really receptive to this, and I'm honestly starting to wonder if he might not be a stranger to encounters like this with another male.

"I appreciate the closer look, because I love this cock of your's, and I think it'll perfectly take care of something for me."

"What - mmm - what would that - ahhh - be?"

"My hunger." I'm looking directly into his eyes now, and I tighten my grip on his throbbing meat, no further disguise to my look of hunger and the cold gaze of a predator that's found its next meal. I can see his pupils dilate in fear as he realizes I'm not as harmless as he thought, but there's something else there too. As much as his long legs and rock-hard muscles are twitching with the obvious desire to run in terror, something inside him is locked onto the cold detachment in my eyes, keeping him where he is, making him stay here with me.

Putting that aside for the moment, I go through the familiar ritual of awakening my bracelet, the gems in it glowing as black and violet whisps drift out and into the twitching penis in my grasp, soaking in through the flesh and getting my next meal ready for its last duty.

"That magic I just used will let me do this without any bleeding or other permanent harm." I'm about to add that it'll also keep him from feeling pain, but I'm drawn back to that odd spark in his eyes, the one keeping him from running. As I, a predator, stare at him, my prey, there's a transfer of understanding between us. As much as what's about to happen scares him, I get the distinct impression he's fantasized about it too, and the prospect of his fantasy coming to life is outweighing his fear. That transfer of understanding stops me from casting the part of my spell that nullifies pain, because I can see in his eyes that even though he knows how bad it'll be, he wants it all the same.

I give him a brief nod, then plant my hind paws on his haunches, clench his throbbing penis firmly, and pull with my forelegs as I push against him with my hind legs. His proud stallionhood stretches out from its protective sheathe, and I can feel it jerking almost as if to try and slip back inside him and escape from what I'm doing. Its owner, meanwhile, has his face firmly planted into a mound of grass and is screaming his lungs out, tears running down his face, but that hard blush of strong arousal is still there and still strong.

His penis keeps jerking and twitching even as I can hear muffled rips and pops coming from inside his body, the structures that hold it inside him giving out under my pulling, his sheath distending as the appendage its built to protect is yanked firmly away from it. His tip is fully flared now, all the veins visibly pulsing along its length, twitching almost as if he's about to orgasm from some crazy combination of pleasure and pain. I briefly consider that he'll definitely be able to after I'm done, but it'll take another male going in his back door, and his orgasm will just be shooting out of his empty sheathe instead of the long, proud member I'm about to deprive him of.

As I'm thinking that, the last vestiges of fight leave his member, and with a muffled pop it comes slurping out of his body, the base of the shaft and the dangling roots of the nerve endings that once provided him with so much pleasure sliding out of his body to leave his sheathe to close up behind them, looking wrinkled and sad now with its occupant gone. My victim lets out one final heartfelt scream into the grass before all sensation is severed and the pain disappears with his penis.

I sniff hungrily over my new prize, licking over the head, feeling the preserved and warm flesh with my talons, now as throbbingly erect myself as I am ravenous. A penis this big would normally be a bit much for me to take in one go, but it's been a few days, and I can feel that this one will go down just fine.

The once proud stallion turns his tear-stricken face to look down at his now empty sheathe before looking up to watch me put the flared head in my mouth while staring into his eyes. Right in front of him I start jerking my head back, neck straight to open my throat, gulping inch by inch of his impressive member down my twitching throat, the flare making a firm impression in my throat followed a few seconds later by the median ring and then the last bits of his member before I can finally close my beak and finish horking down my meal, my stomach now distended from the size of it and my hunger deliciously satiated.

My victim is clearly too worn out from his ordeal to say anything, so I smile and bid him farewell before turning to walk out from under the tree, getting a few yards away before jumping into the air and flapping to try and gain altitude, the change to my body weight taking a little getting used to before I start flying back home. I'm going to need to do another exercise flight after a meal this huge, but I think it'll be more than worth it.