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A young crow was sitting at his desk, eyes fixed on a laptop screen in the dark room. The sun had gone down many hours ago, and the screen was the only source of light in that small dorm room, casting harsh shadows against the walls and drawn curtains. Orin's breaths were slow and heavy as he gently stroked his pointed avian cock with his feathery hand. Completely lost in his own world, he concentrated on a video playing in front of his eyes. What else would a horny 19-year-old be doing alone at midnight but watching porn and having a wank?

An amateur video of an attractive blue jay female masturbating on a comfy looking bed was playing on the screen, very much to Orin's pleasure. She looked at the camera in a seemingly insecure manner and visibly blushing, or as much as one could tell through the feathers anyway. That young blue jay couldn't have been much older than Orin himself, if at all. Spreading herself open slightly for the camera, she began rubbing her folds slowly in a circular motion, slowly inserting a digit or two every now and then. Only the young crow could hear her soft and seductive moans through his headphones. Wet from arousal, the tips of her feathered fingers were damp and glistening from her natural lubricants. Stroking his length faster now Orin fantasized of himself there in place of the camera. In the young crow's imagination he was about to climb on top of her and his cock was about to enter that sexy fellow avian's warm and inviting hole...

And just then all of a sudden a pop-up flashed up on the screen, covering that pleasant view and breaking the fantasy Orin was about to indulge in.

"Fucking useless ad blocker..." Orin muttered to himself angrily, his free hand reaching for the mouse to click the small cross in the corner of the window that had distracted him. As he was about to close the popup he paused to glance at the intrusive ad. Even though he usually ignored such distractions automatically, for whatever reason this time his eyes paid enough attention to register the words and images.

'Local lusty avians looking for an anonymous screw!' it read with bold flashing letters. Images of various female birds ranging from more common to increasingly exotic species scrolled across. To his surprise Orin actually recognized the advertised website. It was Tarred Feathers. The site had been mentioned on some blog or article Orin had read months ago. He recalled it was aimed towards avians who were married or engaged, and more specifically the ones who were looking for some adulterous fun on the side. Unsurprisingly it was highly controversial, blamed by some for breaking families and encouraging infidelity.

It had now been close to a minute, but Orin still had not closed the pop-up. He continued to stare at the images of these supposedly available female birds. All of them appeared to be older than him, seeming to range from their late twenties to early forties. Orin became aware of his fast pulse. His heart was pounding in his chest, and not only because he had been masturbating only moments earlier. The young crow had become quite intrigued by the promise the ad was making. All the pictures of attractive avians made a strong impression on his young and inexperienced mind. There was just one problem: He was neither married nor engaged. He was not even dating for that matter.

In fact Orin was still a virgin. He had not yet in his life encountered anyone who would be interested in him that way, or vice versa. Not that he had particularly been looking for such an opportunities, either. As lame as it sounded, Orin was shy, concentrating on his studies, and had put socializing on the backburner. He had not attended the parties organized around campus; it was at those events where most other students tended to hook up, often bragging about who they had gotten lucky with afterwards. That just wasn't in Orin's nature.

Still scrolling through the images, the young crow noticed one particularly attractive and somewhat curvy female of his own species. She appeared to be around mid-thirties, her pierced tongue was sticking out playfully as she winked at the camera. That image was the final straw that tipped Orin from interested to intrigued. Not being able to resist, he clicked on the picture of that older female crow. This prompted the Tarred Feathers website to open, asking him to sign in or register an account.

'Oh what the hell... they won't know whether I'm seeing anyone or not,' Orin thought as he filled the form with his email address, username and a password for the site. It only took him half a minute and he was scrolling down a list of local profiles searching for the crow with the tongue piercing.

'There she is!'

Orin instantly clicked on her image. A profile page opened, listing her kinks and turn-ons. Age difference and dominating were written in gold, seeming to indicate them being her favourites. Orin had not really considered anything all that kinky he would do with a woman before; his rather basic teenage fantasies mostly focused on receiving a blowjob or blowing his load inside one.

Orin's erection had gone neglected, and was now almost painfully hard. These new and exciting thoughts of this older female crow in a dominant position started to pour into his mind. Wrapping his feathered hand around his arousal once more, Orin continued from where he had left off earlier. He read through her profile, taking a look at the photos she had posted of herself.

'Looking for younger males who are not scared of taboos or dangerous situations' she'd written in a mysterious way. What she was wearing in the photos only played more with the young crow's imagination. She only wore a lace bra and short leather shorts in one, and in another a pair of silky black underwear, holding a leash in her hands. One photo which Orin especially enjoyed was a point-of-view style shot. The older crow was looking down towards the camera, her shorts zipper partly down to reveal just the slightest amount of her genitals, and a leash held firmly in both hands. That seductive and yet dominant look on her face brought the young crow past his limit. He imagined that sexy older crow command him to eat her out, and complying whilst kneeling in front of her. Orin let his tongue slip out of his mouth, playing with the fantasy as he closed his eyes, his feathered hand furiously jerking himself off.

"Ahh, yeah!" Orin moaned out as an intense orgasm hit, his cock jolting upwards and spurting his seed over his topless feathered chest. Holding his breath, Orin's orgasm lasted for an amazingly good fifteen seconds. Having been excited by that powerful fantasy left him much messier than usual, but he was prepared like always. Orin quickly cleaned himself up with tissues and wet wipes. Even in his post-orgasmic state he was still intrigued by that female who had already given him so much pleasure, albeit not in person. Nervously Orin brought the cursor over the 'send them a message' button and clicked.

After thinking about what to write for a couple minutes he decided on a short and complimenting message with a short introduction. He left some mystery as to his own age. He explained how much she had turned him on, trying his hardest to sound seductive and intriguing rather than lame, or worse yet, creepy.

"Is there a possibility we could meet sometime? Looking forward to hearing back from you!" He finished his message, clicking 'send' just as he noticed the time was 3am.

'That took a lot longer than normal - hopefully it will be worth it', Orin thought to himself, yawning.

Closing the lid of his laptop, Orin did his best to calm his mind down as he lied down in bed, which took about a quarter of his small dorm room. He wondered what might happen if she actually responded to his message. He couldn't bring her here to the dorm, that's for sure. Despite his wild thoughts he managed to fall asleep fairly quickly.

***

Orin got up to the sound of his phone's alarm, quickly switching it off. He felt more tired than usual, which was to be expected. He got up to have a shower to wash off any smells that might have soaked into his feathers from the night before. After getting dressed he headed out to university.

Turned out that the morning lecture was incredibly boring. Everything the lecturer was saying seemed self-evident to Orin, and his mind quickly began to wander to other things. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he first intended to start playing a game of Irked Avians, but instead saw a new email notification.

'It's from Tarred Feathers!'

Opening the email and quickly signing in to the site, Orin waited for the message to load. Although it took only a few seconds it felt to him like ages, and as the page finally loaded a grin spread on Orin's face. A message from the female crow from the previous night came up on the screen.

'You seem to be just the kind of guy I'm looking for. Meet me at 45 Candon Street at 6pm tomorrow. Use the name Joe Griffin at the counter.' the short message read. This left Orin with a lot of questions. What was this place he was going to? Why the need for an alias? He thought about replying to ask, but did not want to seem rude or too inquisitive. He definitely did not want to mess this up now.

For the rest of that day concentrating on anything productive was more difficult than usual. Orin found himself awkwardly getting erect while sitting down in the lecture halls. His mind was in a completely different place. As difficult as it was to hold off he decided not to masturbate that evening. He wanted to save all that he had for the following day, which could not come soon enough.

***

Stepping off the bus, Orin checked his phone again. 'This is definitely the right place', he thought as he closed the navigation app, looking up at the rather plain seeming five-storey building on the opposite side of the road. Orin crossed the road and walked up to the dark tinted glass doors leading into the building. He pulled one open, taking a deep nervous breath as he stepped inside.

Taking a glance around the entrance hall that he entered, it wasn't anything like the shady establishment he had imagined it might be. The hall was impeccably clean and well lit, with polished floors.It was surprisingly spacious as well. Sensing a pair of eyes looking in his direction, Orin noticed a hotel-esque reception counter and walked over. A fairly young looking silver scaled dragon female greeted him from behind.

"Good day! May I help you, sir?" the rather attractive receptionist asked him, with a genuinely friendly smile.

"Umm, hello! I should have a room booked here. Joe Griffin's the name," Orin answered her quickly, feeling somewhat silly and self-conscious about using that alias. He even thought for a second that the whole thing may just be some cruel practical joke and nobody would be there to see him.

"Alright, just a moment, sir...", the dragoness replied, looking down at a screen and typing on a keyboard. A few seconds passed in silence.

"...Ah yes, Room 412, a double deluxe, correct?", she asked.

"Umm, yeah, th-that's right!", Orin answered. Despite not knowing for sure he went along with it, stammering slightly out of nervousness.

_'This is for real!'_Orin thought excitedly. The young dragoness pulled out a keycard from a folder with the room number 412 etched on it and placed it on the desk in front of him.

"Here you are, sir! Just take the elevator to the fourth floor and head right down the hallway, the room is the last one on the right. Enjoy your stay!" she cheerfully exclaimed, as though she knew nothing of what might happen in that room. Perhaps she didn't?

Orin nodded and thanked her, picking up the card as he turned and walked to the elevator. The door opened immediately as he pressed the button. Orin stepped in, and as the doors closed behind him let out a nervous sigh he had been holding in. He took a deep breath.

"Almost there now...", he said out loud to himself. Pressing the button marked 4, it became illuminated, and a couple seconds later the elevator jolted as it began moving upwards.

_'Do I really want to lose my virginity like this, with a married woman',_the young crow contemplated quietly for a moment. The thought seemingly came to him only just now. He did not have long to consider an answer, as the elevator quickly came to a stop. The door opened once more with the sound of an electronic bell. Orin stepped out and headed right down the hallway. The place looked way classier than Orin thought it should have.

'She must have paid decent money to book this place', he thought. Swallowing nervously, Orin stopped in front of the final door on the right. Room 412.

'Well, I've come this far...'

He took a couple deep breaths and pressed the card against a reader on the door. A green light blinked on and the lock made an audible click. Pressing the handle down, Orin slowly pushed the door open. He nervously peeked into the room, seeing a short corridor leading into the dimly lit hotel room. The floor was carpeted in red velvety looking material. Curtains were pulled shut inside, and only a single lit candle on a small table by a king sized bed illuminated the room. Judging from the length of the candle Orin figured it was not lit more than a few minutes ago.

'It's now or never then', Orin thought to himself as he slowly stepped forward into the room. He was now standing at the small entrance corridor. He could smell a faint pleasant perfume scent in the air.

"Umm, h-hello?", Orin called out as the door clicked shut behind him. Someone had to be inside since there was a burning candle in the room, unless of course they were being very irresponsible. He took a couple steps forwards.

"Come on in... No need to be shy now," a mature sounding female voice called out in response. Orin cautiously walked into the room, glancing around to see where the voice had come from.

"Take your clothes off and leave them on the chair there, you won't be needing them", the female voice said in a commanding tone. It seemed to be coming from behind a set of folding curtains in the dimly lit far corner of the room. A bra was hanging over the corner of the curtains, and Orin could just about see a feminine figure moving behind them in the dim light. He stared on for a couple seconds before answering.

"A-alright," Orin muttered a nervous response. Taking off his shoes near the door, he proceeded to walk next to the chair which was left against a wall near the bed. Pulling off his shirt Orin revealed his thin upper body. He gave a quick glance at the folding screen once more, not really sure if he was being observed or not. Feeling himself blushing, he fumbled nervously with his belt, unbuckling it, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down. He placed all of his clothes neatly on the chair as he had been instructed, now standing sheepishly by the bed with only his pair of boxers on.

"Them too, don't keep me waiting now," the voice commanded once more. It was now clear that she could see him much better than he could her. Feeling his face become hot out of embarrassment of the unfamiliar situation Orin took off the final bit of clothing he had on and placed it on the chair with the rest. He now stood by the chair completely nude.

"There are cuffs under the pillow. Put them on and lie down on the bed," came the next order. Orin's heart skipped a beat. '_She wasn't kidding about those kinks',_he thought. His young and inexperienced body was already reacting to the situation, and despite his nervousness Orin felt his cock peeking out from the confines of his body as it slowly hardened by each anxious heartbeat.

Sitting down on the bed and reaching a wing under the pillow he found the open handcuffs. The chain was wrapped around a sturdy metal pole at the end of the bed frame. They seemed rather heavy duty, not ones that you could break or get out of with simple struggling.

'This is it, no going back now', he gave one final thought of encouragement as he clicked the cuffs on his wrists and proceeded to lie back on the bed. Looking around, there was no key anywhere in his sight. He had put his trust into this complete stranger who he had not even yet seen in person. Looking downwards, Orin saw his avian cock almost fully erect, pointing stiffly upwards between his legs. He looked past it at the folding curtains, expectantly.

"Good, now let's begin" the seductive low feminine voice called out as her shadowy form began to appear from behind the curtains. It was difficult for Orin to see in the dim lighting, but he could at least tell it was certainly a female crow. Her body was perhaps slightly overweight and curvy, but still a very attractive form to him. Holding something in her hand that Orin couldn't quite make out, she walked closer to the bed where the aroused young crow was lying, naked and exposed.

Orin could now tell that it was indeed the same crow from the photographs, perhaps a few years older. He would have guessed her to be about forty.'Oh damn! She looks old enough to be my mom', he thought of his realization. He was not sure what to think about their age difference, yet he remained aroused all the same. Perhaps by the taboo in her profile she meant this age difference? Screwing someone who could be young enough to be your own chick was certainly kinky, he figured. The older crow reached the end of the bed, looking down at him in a dominant manner.

"Stay still now," she said, and quickly took a hold of Orin's left foot. Before he even realized an ankle cuff was clamped around one, and then the other. He was now tightly held around two poles at the bottom of the bed frame in a similar manner to how he had handcuffed himself. The young crow knew he was now completely at her mercy, and yet somehow this only seemed to make him more excited. His cock was already leaking precum, a small drip rolling down the side of its length.

Walking to the side of the bed and lifting her taloned foot on the mattress, the older female inspected Orin's body. It was as though he was some prey that she had just caught. Despite his nervousness and the compromised position Orin looked back up at her, admiring her curvy body. The only thing she was wearing was a short leather skirt. Her nice and rather perky looking breasts were fully visible for Orin to stare at, and stare he did.

"Liking what you're seeing?" she asked him with a smirk.

"Uhh, yes ma'am!" he answered very politely, blushing and grinning while eagerly looking upwards at her feminine features.

"Good," she responded with a chuckle, clearly approving of the answer he gave.

The anonymous female crow brought her leg over Orin's body, then quickly and elegantly climbing on top of him. He could only gaze up at her with a silly grin on his face as her body stood directly over his. She leaned her upper body forward, her breasts now hanging just above his chest. She smirked at Orin, their beaks just inches apart from each other.

'Oh man, this is so hot!'

Orin suddenly felt a warm and slightly moist sensation between his legs. He instinctively let out a moan and gave a quick glance downwards between their bodies. He noticed that the older female's crotch was pushing his shaft down, being pressed against his belly. It was obvious even to the inexperienced crow that she was not wearing anything under that skirt of hers. What Orin was feeling down there was the direct warmth and wetness of her sex. They were making contact, but he had not yet penetrated her.

"U-umm, shouldn't we put a cond-", Orin managed to say, when he was suddenly cut off by a quick slap of a feathery wing to his cheek. It hurt surprisingly much. It seemed as though she meant it to. Orin looked up at her in slight shock.

"Speak only when spoken to!", she ordered Orin with a raised, commanding tone, startling the young crow as her demeanor suddenly changed from erotic and playful to aggressively dominant.

"No protection... It ruins all the fun", she answered the question that had been cut short. Those words shocked Orin to his core. His eyes opened wide, as it now dawned what exactly he had got himself into. He did not really know anything about this older woman who was on top of him, except for the kinks that she had listed on her profile, and yet he had put himself completely at her mercy. Orin did not even know if she was on the pill, and he suddenly wondered if this what she had meant by the dangerous situations mentioned in the profile. He opened his beak to protest her actions, when she suddenly grabbed it and forced a gag in his mouth. An almost sadistic looking smile was now spread on her face.

"What did I just say to you boy? No. More. Talking!" she said each word one by one, as the gag tightened around his beak. Orin could not speak now even if he tried, his voice rendered into unrecognizable mumbling. He felt himself shaking out of nervousness. The young avian could only look up at his captor towering over his body, and wonder what she planned to do to him next. Orin's arms and legs were tied to the bed, and he could not even yell for help. There was no way for him to struggle out of this situation.

"Now then..." she said with a suddenly calmer demeanor, "Let me have a closer look at you."

The older crow crawled backward to the lower end of Orin's body. With nothing else he could do but watch, the young crow wondered what she was planning as she readjusted herself on top of him. Her sharp beak was now directly in front of Orin's still somehow erect cock, and she was looking down on it like a hungry eagle would at its prey.

_'Please don't peck me there!'_Orin could only scream inside his head as his mouth was gagged. He closed his eyes, preparing for hurting as her beak moved downward, but instead of his fears manifesting there was a pleasant, wet and warm sensation running across his shaft.

"Mmfff..." Orin mumbled out in pleasure as he opened his eyes and looked down at her. To his relief his captor was now sensually licking around the top half of his erect birdhood. It was the first time Orin had ever felt a tongue down there, and despite his previously terrified state of mind he now began to relax as the pleasure rapidly overcame his senses.

"Mmm, you're a tasty one... nice size too," she exclaimed in between her licks, looking up at him as she continued. Orin felt flattered by the sudden compliments, which gave him a big boost of confidence and calmed him down even further. Her feathered hand took a hold of Orin's cock, keeping it in place as she continued to lick him like a lollipop. From the bottom to the tip, her pink tongue danced along his most sensitive flesh, curling around the tip.

_'Ooooh wow!'_Orin thought as he looked at her working on his cock, the waves of this new-found pleasure washing over his body. Being a bird like him, she obviously could not suck him off like most other species, but he couldn't care less at this moment as that talented tongue worked like magic. After licking a visible drop of precum off the tip of his pointed member the female crow lightly nipped at his balls with her beak, a surprisingly pleasant sensation, he thought.

"Now you need to do your part", the older crow said all of a sudden, as she climbed back up on top of Orin and began to untie the gag around his mouth. "No talking now, unless you_really_ want to be hurt..." she told him calmly as the gag loosened and came off. Orin reckoned the hurting would be directed at his most sensitive parts, which prompted him to obediently stay completely quiet.

"Good boy..." she said with a smile, giving his cheek a gentle rub with her wing. She slowly turned her body around 180 degrees over Orin to face his cock once more. The older crow's tail feathers dragged across Orin's face, and before he even realized he was left staring at her exposed vulva, hovering just above his beak. The puffy dark lips were slightly open and glistening from her arousal. Orin could even feel a slight inviting heat coming off her genitals. He breathed in her scent, which he found tantalizing and incredibly arousing.

The earlier pleasant feeling returned to Orin's crotch as she continued to press and slide her tongue against his erection, twirling it around his tip before licking down his shaft all the way to his balls. Orin opened his freed beak to let out a moan, and without even thinking he simultaneously let his tongue wander out and make contact with her sex, exposed before his eyes. He gave her a long and slow lick, tasting her juices, which had a somewhat tangy yet pleasant taste. Her body shuddered and she moaned quietly as his tongue lapped at the outer walls of her cunt.

_'I can't believe I'm finally doing this for real...'_Orin thought as he continued to eat her out. Despite not having done this before he had watched a lot of porn, and tried to emulate the moves he had so far only seen. Orin smiled excitedly and continued to eat her out, poking his tongue slightly inside her canal, feeling the silky walls wrapping around his tongue. The two continued to pleasure and taste each other for a couple minutes, both quietly moaning as they did so.

"Mmmh... Close that beak for me..." the older female suddenly commanded while Orin twirled his tongue on her outer lips. He did not quite understand where this was coming from. Had he done something wrong? Regardless, as much as he wanted to continue tasting and pleasing her, Orin closed his beak shut. The older crow looked down towards him, and began to lower her crotch on his face. To the young crow's amazement his beak slowly penetrated her opening, slipping inside a few inches until she raised herself and pulled back out, allowing Orin a moment to catch his breath. His beak was now slick from her natural lubricants, and the following slide inside her happened faster and smoother than the first. She gently began humping his beak, while still allowing Orin some control over pushing in and out so he could take breaths in between. The older crow resumed to lick and caress Orin's manhood, while now using his beak as a dildo. He had not seen anything like this in any videos he had watched before. While the beak limited her on oral sex, it appeared it was a positive perk for Orin.

He suddenly got an idea while pressing his face against her cunt. As he pushed his beak inside her, he opened it just enough to let his tongue dart deep inside. He held his breath as he ate her out, taking her increasingly loud moans as a sign of approval. The situation was way too erotic for the young virgin crow to bear now. Those arousing tangy flavors of the older female crow, his beak buried inside her as she licked and caressed his cock now brought him over the edge. Letting out a groan inside her pussy, Orin felt his dark pointed avian cock suddenly jolting against her tongue and feathered fingers. His white seed erupted from its tip, spraying what he presumed to be in her mouth, tongue and face. Orin heard her gasp and moan loudly as she suddenly pressed her hips down against his beak, burying it deep in her. He could feel her vaginal muscles tightening and pulsing around it, and a couple squirts of clear warm liquid sprayed over his beak and face as she orgasmed only seconds after him.

As her orgasm died down, the older crow slowly lifted herself up off Orin's beak. He took a deep breath, licking around his beak for the sprayed liquids. They had a somewhat different sweeter taste to them. He savoured the feeling of this post-orgasmic bliss. He could feel the older crow rest her head against his thigh, her tongue still licking cum off his cock and balls. A few minutes passed as the pair relaxed and caught their breaths. Orin could not resist giving his partner some gentle licks as she lay there, still exposed in front of his face.

"Ooh... you were real good there..." she exclaimed as she lifted her head and looked down at Orin over his body. He only smiled back at her, not wanting to take the risk of giving an answer annoying her. He felt her wing caressing and take a hold of his cock once more, he was seemingly once again as erect as earlier.

"Good to see you're up for more fun," the older crow said, slowly raising her body up and turning around to face Orin. He looked up at the sexy older female and smiled, noticing some of his pearly white cum still on her dark beak. He didn't point it out to her. She reached to his side and got the gag from earlier, Orin opening his beak obediently. After what they had just shared he was happy to comply. As the gag tightened he was once again without a voice.

"Mmmh... You know, my husband would literally kill us both if he knew what we're doing here..." the older crow said out of the blue as she raised her posterior and positioned herself over Orin's shaft, which despite shooting his cum moments earlier was already up for more.

_'Shit, shit, shit! This was such a mistake!'_He now cursed to himself. Once again Orin returned to his earlier shocked state as he actually thought about the possible repercussions. Still, at the same time, he could not resist the way his body was reacting to having the older woman about to give his cock its first ride. He had completely forgotten about the lack of protection when the two orally pleased each other, but now his earlier concerns quickly returned. All Orin could now do was try and resist shooting his seed inside her. A risk of possibly impregnating the older crow terrified him to no end.

The dominant crow pressed her wings against Orin's chest for balance as she slowly lowered herself on top of him. Orin gasped as he looked down and saw his pointy cock disappear inch by inch inside the older female, a pleasant warm wetness and a silky sensation engulfing it completely. This was completely unlike the licks he had received earlier. Her hips now pressed against his as all of Orin's manhood had slipped inside, and they both let out satisfied moans.

"Ahhnnh... You're hitting all the right spots there..." she quietly whispered in a lustful, almost moaning way. She wiggled her tail feathers and began to slowly raise and lower her nether regions, their genitals making wet noises as he slipped in and out of her. Orin blushed, trying his hardest not to thrust into her as she began to ride his cock. It was difficult to resist, as his primal urges wanted to let go of his worries and ride her to an orgasm.

"Mmmhh... We shall see if you'll be, oohhh... Ah!" she paused as she began to ride Orin faster, her vaginal muscles pulsing as she came, "Mmm... if you'll be the lucky guy to give me a new batch of chicks..."

_'Oh no! NO!'_The poor young crow screamed inside his head. Those were the last words he had wanted to hear. Orin had not ever even considered having children, and he definitely did not want to have them with someone he didn't even know. Closing his eyes he shook his head in protest and pulled back on the cuffs, but it was no use. She only rode him harder and faster, seemingly not even noticing his struggles. She leaned forward licked the side of Orin's beak, her breasts pressing against his chest as she continued to fuck the young crow under her.

Just then Orin could feel the tingling sensation of an approaching orgasm. As the female crow old enough to have been his parent continued to ride him faster still. The wet sounds of his avian cock impaling her soaked cunt, their bodies slapping together and the sensations it gave him... it was too much. As much as Orin had tried, he simply could not stop his biological instincts proceeding, even without his consent.

_'Fhuuuckhh!'_Orin cursed, muffled by the gag.

"Ahh, ah! Mmmh, yeah! Cum for me boy!" the older crow shrieked as Orin's cock twitched inside her. He held off as long as he could, but it was too late. His avian cock began to spray its potent white seed for the second time today, and now deep inside her. Her vaginal walls tightened up again as she shared an orgasm with him, pressing herself down against him and milking him for all the seed he had to give.

As their orgasms slowly ceased the older crow leaned her body against him, lying on top with her chest against his, beak over his shoulder. She breathed heavily into his ear, letting out satisfied moans and gasps. He was still inside her. The two lay there for some time, both out of breath and sweaty. Orin held his eyes closed, slightly teary and disappointed of himself. He thought of how his urges had led him here and put him in this position.

A few more minutes passed, until the older crow slowly raised herself off Orin's body. He was no longer erect, and could see a puddle of their shared sexual fluids on his lap. She was dripping some of his white seed as she got off the bed, disappearing behind the folding curtains once more.

She soon walked back to Orin. All of a sudden she placed a white cloth over his beak, and before he realized Orin's consciousness was drifting away.

***

Opening his eyes, Orin felt dazed and confused as to where he was.

'Was that a dream?' he initially thought, before he looked around, his eyes focusing and recognizing the hotel room. He slowly raised his upper body, realizing he was no longer strapped onto the bed. The older female crow was nowhere to be seen.

"...Hello? Anyone here?" he called out, but there was no answer. The candle which had been burning as he arrived was completely burnt out.

Orin sighed and relaxed somewhat. He slowly got up from the bed. His muscles were sore from being held in place earlier, so he put his clothes on carefully. Despite reeking of the sex he had earlier he did not use the shower in the hotel room. He just wanting to get out of there. The door of the hotel room opened and closed behind him as he made his way to the elevator. In his current state he did not even think about returning the key back at the reception on the way out.

With a blank stare on his face Orin walked out through the tinted glass doors that he had entered some hours earlier. He had so many conflicted feelings of what had just occurred. Having had sex for the first time with someone much older than himself, and possibly impregnated that married woman at the same time. There was even the possibility of being hunted down by her jealous husband. It was all too much for the young crow's mind to handle. Of course it could have all just been elaborate role-play, but he did not know.At least for now.