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The skies were always a plane of freedom that not many could share. Feathers, scales and the occasional tooth were the marvels of the air currents and there's been little change to such proceedings. Though frankly, nothing that the skies could offer a lone flyer could soothe the awkward air that spawned in a treehouse a ways away.

"Dad? Are you daydreaming again just to ignore me?" A Staraptor felt a sweat drop bead down his face at the prod for his attention and he gulped. His darling daughter of a Starly was never one to give up on learning about something-her being able to fly at a young age proved it.

"N-no! Uh, no, sweetie. I just wanted to see if you wanted to wait for Daddy to get back first." Daddy? But is he not the only dad she needs? A Starly egg was not rare to come about from a Staraptor family.

"But he might take too looooooong. Just tell me, how did you two get togetherrrrrrr?" Her enunciations were always shrill for the Staraptor's ears, even without a need to squawk them out in an incessant manner. When she wanted answers, she wasn't going to let things go no matter how much time passed. She could probably go weeks without letting it go and only being deterred for the sake of avoiding a verbal lashing. But the Staraptor seemed not to want to deal with more pestering for the time being, as he put his head into his wing and sighed. His head shook in exasperation, long since done with how much his daughter wanted info.

"Okay fine. I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to be too invasive or interrupt me. Got it, sweetie?"

"Okay, Dad!" She seemed excited to have the big bird cave in to her demands. Even plopped down and waited with beady eyes filled with glee. Fucker.

"Since your daddy isn't here, I guess I'll start from how I met him..."

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It was a hot day in Sinnoh, flying over Sendoff Spring at this time of year promoting smelting temperatures for anyone on land and within the skies. Sky was nearly home, having been out looking for his stash of berries to get through the next few days before he sought out a new tree to lay roost in. Territory battles and the like. Wonder if maybe he could save himself the trouble if he helped get rid of the pack of W-

A hurt squawk down below brought Sky to a screeching halt, leaf bag of berries nearly tipping over and dropping his clutch before he righted himself and looked around. He wasn't hovering above anyone in the air with him, so he had to focus his sights to the ground yards away from his talons and just barely made out a limping form duck into some bushes. The gray wing promised that it was a practitioner of flight, so Sky was ready to assist. He dove down like a bullet, clearing the distance between him and whoever called for help and coming down to see the remnants of a battle having took place. The air reeked of spores, so before he became victim to an illness he Defog'd the area before he had to waste some food.

In the midst of his wings blowing gusts of purifying air, the force of his move caused some of the shrubbery to uproot and fly off elsewhere, leaving a body to be discovered. Sky ceased his Defog and glided down to check on who-or what-he just came across.

Gray skin, colored like the stones nearby; spaded tail like a Houndoom; beak longer than a human's legs and wings attached to operational arms; this was an Aerodactyl. And judging by the scars and signs of infection he got beat up pretty bad in a fight with a local predator who knew how to throw toxins at foes. A low squawk brought Sky's attention back to the downed pterodactyl's beak to notice he was being watched. He deposited his baggage and took a few steps back.

"Sorry, pal. Didn't mean to spook you. Who did this to you and can I help?" That gaze, looking ready to fight to the end yet still hurting as much as one could see, dropped and those eyes went shut. Sky didn't need any telling twice-he knew that now he was on a timer before the toxins set in to a point where not even man-made medicines could cure it. He got a hold on one of those wings and hauled it over his own before he rushed the lethargic beast of ancient times towards a much safer place for him to rest. Sky didn't think his trip home would suddenly become a life-or-death situation involving a stranger he should care less about. But he was one of the nicer Staraptor around this region. A downed being of wings is someone worth risking your flight for. He hop-

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"Dad, when do we get to the good part?" Sky's daughter seemed rather impatient resting there, as her foot tapped on the floor and made a rather annoying *click* that seemed more than eager to tick off Sky. But he held himself before he accidentally snapped at her.

"Skye, please. Let me at least keep you up to speed on the beginning before we get to the middle. That's how stories work."

"The beginning is so boring though...!"

"That's enough. I _told _you not to interrupt me, and now you have to deal with it, sweetheart." Skye wasn't pleased one bit about it, but in the end she resigned and went back to being still much to Sky's pleasure.

"Okay dad, go on. I won't interrupt anymore."

"Good girl. Now, where was I...?"

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Sky had managed to drag the Aerodactyl's unconscious body somewhere safe-ish, being a clearing with a cave at the far end of it. His berry bag was desperately trying to find ways to slip its contents out to make Sky step on them, but he knew his way around adjusting the handles with his tongue. Though carrying the ancient beast for so long had him winded and just about ready to call it quits from how much his wings and legs screamed for a rest. But he wouldn't listen to his aching limbs and felt a second wind course through him as he managed the final push to bring the Aerodactyl down onto the cave's floor. And upon closer inspection, it looked like it didn't go too far but still provided enough depth to allow hiding. Just what Sky needed.

He brought out his Pecha Berries and cursed himself for picking so few, yet he got over it and instead tore into each one he had while letting the juices seep into the dino's maw.

"C'mon...You can make it, big guy." Sky prayed to Arceus that his feet wasn't ruining the process with any dirt or sweat, and the fact that the Aerodactyl he lugged this far with hadn't moved yet didn't help ease his concern. In fact, he was in so much of a panic that he ended up dumping just about every berry he could bring out into the pterodactyl's maw and maneuvering his jaw to chew for juice. "Please...don't die on me...You have flying to do...You have a life to live...You have to find your special someone...Pull through...for me..."

As if spurred on by those words alone, the beast began to cough into consciousness, sluggishly eating the deposit of berries lodged in his maw before gulping down the mass of berry chunks and shuddering from the conflicting flavors. The sickly purple that left him looking on the brink of death began to fade and Sky breathed out in relief before the pterodactyl went back to sleep. Thank fuck. But now he had to go back out and get food. Hopefully there wouldn't be anything coming to this cave while he went out to get more berries.

Suddenly, the Aerodactyl's tail found his ankle and caught Sky before he could take off, making him flail around in place thinking he just got caught by an invisible Seviper before seeing the gray tail tip and looking behind him. Meekly, the dino gazed up at him, far too exhausted to fight but willing enough to assert that he didn't want to be left alone. As much as Sky wanted to protest that it would be for the long run that he left, he figured that since he saved the big guy he might as well make sure mixed signals weren't received. So he ceased resisting and settled himself next to the slumbering beast, keeping something of a watch out for predators while he recovered.

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The recovery had taken a fair while, considering that the poison had been on the edge of claiming the dino's life, but with enough time the beast was back on his feet and aggressively squawking at Sky for things he couldn't understand. That was a problem that the Staraptor had run into when he checked up on the Aerodactyl. Not one intelligible word was muttered out from that gray muzzle and it took a lot of convincing to get the ancient lad to settle down for a talk.

"What. Is. Your. Name?" Sky uttered for the umpteenth time, trying to reinforce the idea of sharing identities with the Aerodactyl while they were still safe and sound.

"Eeeeh. Raw, graw rur eeeer...Irrrrr...Is..." A hiss left that muzzle but Sky was encouraging of any kind of progress.

"Yes yes, c'mon. What is it? Is...?"

"Irrr...Ir...Is...Issssss...Grawwww. Graw...Is...Graw..." Sky felt himself jump for joy before he stopped himself, barreling into the pterodactyl like he were giving off a Tackle and hugging him tight. Finally, they could start conveying more clearly besides snarling that sounded uninviting in the slightest. And gestures that could be taken out of context.

"Your name is Graw!"

"Graw. Is Graw...!" Odd, he didn't talk for himself like normal folks did, but frankly it made him stand out. Really brought out the fact that he was almost as old as the dirt beneath Sky's feet.

"My name. Is Sky...Sky, you see?" The eager 'Raptor pointed up into the clear air above them.

"Ssssssss. Skkker...Skaw...Skayw...Sky. Sssssky."

"FINALLY! You did it!" Sky nuzzled his way into Graw's neck and cooed, relieved to see that the beast could learn if given enough time and practice. Graw didn't seem that much perturbed that he was being treated like a child that just learned how to flap their wings, but he didn't exactly throw Sky off of him-just stared and waited for him to let go. And thus, the start of a learning course began.

Graw always spoke with his name in mind, so Sky had to incorporate that into every lesson when it came to something new that the pterodactyl seemed interested in. From trees to bushes to berries to critters to each of the critters' names to bad food to avoid eating to baths to clouds to the sun to the stars to the moon to rain to grass to leaves to feathers and so much more that needed an hour at a time to go over before Graw was able to say the name without unnecessary or unintended enunciation. Things got to a point where Graw found out the words "like" and "no" and it really kicked off from there.

"Graw like water. Graw no like being squirted."

"Graw no like cold."

"Graw is tired."

"Graw sleep."

"Graw want food."

"Graw wants to fly."

That last one was today, for it had been a good month of teaching the beast how to speak something of English for Sky to understand without asking too many questions and the Staraptor was a bit slow in understanding the point of the comment.

"Uh...You got wings buddy. I'm not exactly stopping you." Sky had been busy preparing his berry bag for another trip around the vast woodlands for a bush that wasn't being guarded. Granted it wasn't fair to steal from others but he had someone to take care of unlike those predators out to save themselves and their own skin before others.

"No. Graw want Sky to fly with Graw." Graw's words were gruff, for his screeching had been murder on his vocal cords after being unable to use them for millenia and falling victim to an ambush-according to him-that left him nearly dead, so it sounded like Sky was being whispered into.

"Where are we going?"

"We go fly. Graw want Sky to fly."

This was getting a bit disconcerting, so Sky abandoned reattaching a handle for his bag and quirked his brow up at his friend. "What's the rush, big guy?"

"We fly to place higher. Food get boring. Graw want food elsewhere." To be fair, sweet and tart berries weren't exactly the worst tasting thing in the world bu-

"Hey!" Sky's thoughts were interrupted by Graw's sudden departure from the clearing, grabbing his carriage with his talons and taking off after him. Despite being more healthy than him, Sky actually had to bust out some speed just to stay on Graw's tail. No words were exchanged, for Sky was too busy focusing on keeping up to actually question his Aerodactyl companion as of late and Graw seemed determined to keep the reasoning behind why he wanted to leave their little hideout so he was assed out on getting answers without interrogation.

Graw's flight patterns were precarious, taking some detours to curve through the high areas where the sun shone bright enough to make potential tailers blind themselves on tracking them and Sky kept his discomfort with having to actually follow behind Graw so he wasn't mistaken for one to himself while the exertion to keep going gnawed at his wings like a Blizzard. The grasslands below suggested that they were far away from the forest area that they had met, and when the mountains grew closer and closer the Staraptor gulped as Graw went full-speed ahead towards them. Dry, rough and scarce terrain wasn't Sky's thing but Graw seemed determined to make the most out of a sudden change in scenery as he began to soar downwards. Prompting Sky to fume in his head before he bound after him. Only when a sharp turn towards the mountain and disappearing from view did Sky actually stop and worry. Where's he going now?

"Sky come to Graw." The 'dactyl's head peeked out from a hole that the bird hadn't noticed up until the callout, so he fixed himself before descending to where he was asked to arrive. What he saw was something of a bird's nest but made for a cave setting instead of a tree in a forest like Sky was used to, cracked egg shells and twigs scattered about but showing signs of very millennial age. That did catch the 'Raptor's attention.

"Is this your nest, Graw?" The old bones that Sky found near the back made him shudder but he was sure times back then were a lot less about keeping a healthy body.

"Graw nest. Graw sleep better now. Sky sleep with Graw." The Aerodactyl was already busy reconstructing the broken nest, settling whatever materials he could find into a circle big enough for him to curl up in before craning his head to face the still standing Sky a few feet away.

"Sorry Graw, I still gotta get us some food. We ran out last night, remember?" It was a shared dinner but Sky made it work. Graw knowing Fire Fang helped with cooking.

"Grrrrr. Sky sleep with Graw."

"I will, I will. Just...try to stay up for me until I get back, okay?"

"Graw no like Sky no here. Sky know that."

"I'm sorry, Graw. But I don't want us to starve." Sky wished he could keep this up but that glare Graw was giving him kept irking his very soul, so he peeled out of that cave before he ended up saying something he regretted. Berry bag secure in his talons, he dove back towards the greener plains that marked the base of the mountain they were residing in now and scoured for berries. Though this wasn't the only reason Sky was down here.

Yep, it was around that time of the month, where all things related to being together with someone amped up to something carnal and needy. Sky was at least glad he was able to get away from Graw before he felt the warmth emanating from his vent down below. While most guy Pokemon simply have a raging boner already on a course to a hole, Sky had...a different calling to tend to. Unless a female was out here, he wouldn't be doing any kissing or "kissing" for this season and it was growing to be a pain to have to explain to Graw why they couldn't nap together. First it was to stretch, then when those started getting old it was water, and now it's food when they need it. Any reason to go hunting for a potential suitor to lay eggs with so he could focus on keeping himself and Graw cared for was enough for Sky.

But no matt-

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"Graw is home." The Aerodactyl stormed into the house, carrying a cooked carcass in his talons that he dumped on the ground for Sky to stare at it in disgust and Skye in wonder. The Staraptor was always against slaying other Pokemon for their nutrients but Graw promised him that this was how he ate before the Wipe-what Graw calls the point of life on Earth before he became a fossil.

"Do you mind, hun? Trying to tell Skye a story here and I don't want to get distracted listening to you...eugh...feed." It was too late, Graw was already tearing into it like a wild animal with no sense-which is half right.

"It's okay, dad. I'll just get what I feel like then come back for more." Sky wasn't able to stop his daughter from flying over to Graw and pecking at the carcass' head for some meat. Sky gulped down bile and dealt with the burning sensation it left behind with an Oran berry from the pile in the corner behind him.

"Never mind that, I'll just try to keep going..."

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Sky and Graw's new hideout was better than the last in account of safety, providing an aerial view of what transpired below without giving away their location and being able to hear when something was traveling above them. But that was all there was to it, for the high distance between food and shelter made rainstorms and gathering meals a strenuous mission for Sky. This was doubled for him, as his waning season left his needs to court to scorch into something akin to a forest fire being condensed into a cloaca. Things had gotten so bad that he was starting to show that he was in need more often than he liked and it took a lot of finessing and Graw's own innate lack of knowledge to not notice the Staraptor's blooming sex between his legs.

That all ended when a rainstorm trapped Sky inside with Graw-with food, thankfully-and he had been too lax with his preening positioning to hide himself from showing.

"Sky smell funny." Sky froze in place as Graw uttered that, and looking away from his wing found the dino gazing between his legs in curiosity and confusion. No way out of this, for rain was hardly worth getting sick over just to avoid giving Graw "the Starly and the Combee" talk. The bird sighed and backed away so it didn't look like the Aerodactyl was gonna bump into his vent to see if it was inflammation through pain rather than desire.

"I know I smell funny...It's just...around that time for me to...you know."

"Graw no know. Why Sky smell funny?" A quirked brow greeted Graw as Sky turned to look at him more directly other than staring at his own talons.

"There's no way you never had a mating season in your era, Graw..."

"Mah-tinge...seek-sun...?" Oh dear, another lesson to give the big pterodactyl and one that Sky wasn't sure he'd be celebratory over. He bit his snarky comment back just in time for a wave of need to crash through him and make his legs wobble for a split second-thankfully avoiding Graw's attention-and spawn a stronger aroma from his sex. He was running out of time but it was growing to be agony to just wait...

"Mating season...the time where you go out...and see if you like someone that's female enough...to sleep-sleep with them...if they like you back...maybe you can make eggs." Even speaking of reproduction had Sky's core aflame. What he would do to get some eggs brewing in him right this moment. But that was his season thinking, not his rationale.

"Mating...sound like breeding. Breeding season." Well at least Sky didn't have to come off as a human word teacher to make sure Graw could pronounce it right.

"Yeah...let's go with that. And as you can see...I'm not so lucky with breeding with someone...so let's just...leave it be, okay?" Sky was about ready to get back to smoothing his feathers back down and righting the ones that were starting to drift away from his plumage when he felt a tad warmer than normal. Only to see that Graw had positioned himself behind Sky and loomed over him with the kind of gaze that screamed 'no escape'.

"Sky need breeding. Graw give breeding to Sky."

"Wh-whoa there, big guy! You're a little big an-HEAVY!" No way that this was happening; only knowing each other for a short two months, to which Sky was parenting Graw like he were a hatchling and helping him learn how to speak as such, only to have the pterodactyl try to mount him like he were a Luxray in need of having a batch of kittens put inside of her. He could barely protest that Graw wouldn't be able to provide what he needed, for the act of dominance had brought about an aggressive discharge of juices from his vent and his whimpering came off as whines for proceedings. To which Graw took to the moment with sloppy thrusts against Sky's butt that not only teased that cloaca into providing more slick to lube the way in but also let the Aerodactyl get erect.

Sky hated retelling the story of how he cared for Graw when he was sick, for this very position was just about how they were when Sky ferried him through the forest until he found a cave to settle them into. And remembering that hurt face made him wonder if he was making it himself as Graw's prodding drew closer to his needy sex. Every red flag was up, telling Sky to get him off by any means necessary or try and escape with dirty antics. But...then a voice almost too quiet to hear rung out with the suggestion:

Would it hurt to avoid the only chance at inner peace?

That made him cease his struggling, allowing Graw's cock head to find that hole and attempt pushing in. The solid warmth trying to push through the moisturized passage before it left Sky in a moaning fit that he knew he'd never live down if anyone else heard it. So he was glad hat Graw was at least dense enough to not inquire before he eventually found his way inside of Sky and went in with a hard push.

Sky screamed, understandably so, as Graw was a lot more hung than what his flaccid state let on and it felt like he were being split into two from down the middle. Tears burnt his eyes as he shut them, reinvigorated kicks getting his talons to scratch at Graw's gray skin. Ineffective but he didn't seem interested in just humping away like a mad bird so Sky will take that. "Do-don't...move...not yet..." His insides felt like they got shoved deeper than where they should and his vent looked comically impaled with the sheer size of Graw's cock keeping it well beyond full. Sky was built for other cloacas and maybe the occasional feline or canine that took a liking to him.

Not an ancient dinosaur hung like an Aggron.

The burning in his vent slowly ebbed away into a dull ache, not really promoting the need to get fucked into a feathery mess but at least alleviating one concern that left him with a will to leave things at that. But still, Graw laid on top of him, hunched over like he were a cat ready to pounce forth onto prey, so Sky was yet to truly be free from this...pleasant thing? Yes, with every slow breath he took to try and ease his pacing heart, the pain that came with having such a _thick _intruder inside of him slowly meshed into an equilibrium of uncomfortable bliss that put a tingle into his walls. As if trying to convince the dino behind him that he was doing a good job of being still and not taking what he thought was owed to him, Sky's cloaca began to clench down on Graw's shaft and shoot thick slick against whatever was lodged through that "O" shaped opening.

The pterodactyl had forgone being patient once that burst of pleasure commenced and he dug his claws into the ground in front of Sky before pulling back to start thrusting. He didn't pull back far, for Sky was simply too inviting to leave entirely and Graw wasn't trained to screw like a normal Pokemon would. With Sky moaning as quietly as his body would allow, Graw only saw reason to stake his claim on a bird in need of breeding. His hips came towards the Staraptor's fluffy ass in a harsh but brief push that left Sky gasping for air from the force of it, barely able to gear up for the next one by bracing his feet onto the ground before his chest was forced to push into the cave floor by another thrust. Thank Arceus this was how it was gonna go.

More time for Sky to slowly get into things, leaving his initial hesitation and inhibitions to do this with someone he's only known for a short time, and develop something of a fucked silly face from beneath Graw's frame while his core was slowly simmering to a calm. The dino plowing into his sex wasn't much of a vocalist when it came to shouting his pleasure, but those beastial growls, hot-aired puffs that sent tingles down Sky's spine and hearing that maw snap shut in his ear left the Staraptor feeling like he were being treated to something he never knew he had. Why should he have traveled through the forest for a quick suitor to quell his needs when he had a waiting one living with him with the kind of meat that'd make any Miltank jealous? With every _squelch _that spawned as Graw's pumping flushed out splash after splash of slick from Sky's vent came a shrill squawk from Sky's beak. Each louder than the last.

Graw was pleased with himself enough not to taunt Sky for giving into him so easily. From having to wonder if he should make it aware that he himself had been growing a lot more primitive in mindset to simply taking advantage of the fact that Sky's resolve to be pure weakened with every waning day that left them for the future, the dino had struck gold when he finally backed Sky into a corner and got him to this stage. The bird making loud noises beneath him was tight no matter how hard Graw went inside of him and no amount of force would get him to just open up. So the best thing to do was speed up and see if he could at least settle himself as deep as he could muster inside of Sky, for being a few inches shy of being completely sheathed inside of a bird that he was going to seed like an Archeops-rock bird as he called them-was unacceptable in his book.

When Graw's slamming that left Sky's ass sorer than that time he got ambushed by some Honchkrow out to claim the skies for themselves, his feet gave away and he let out a breathless coo as he felt his cloaca shooting cum all over Graw's cock, leaving it drenched in runny, pearly white fluids that could have passed off as watered down glue if not for the salty-sweet aroma it left in the air. An aroma that Graw huffed into his snout and used as fuel to get him to his own climax. Sky's rhythmic tensing of his vent did little to nothing to Graw's dick, barely able to feel those walls try and close up around him while he plowed his way to the deep end.

And when he got in deep, it felt like Sky had a third lung that was more pronounced in being shown from the inside.

Graw's cry of victory was drawn out, long enough to make any other noise-even the claps of thunder outside ringing like applause-muted while the pterodactyl came. Thick splooge settled into Sky's core, fizzling out the flame that had started at the beginning of breedi-mating season...Oh to hell with it, it was breeding time. And Sky felt bred enough to whine as Graw's gyrating was irritating his singed rear end. The load wasn't done just yet, pouring enough to slowly ooze out past that engorged cock and only when the warm tickle had Sky shivering did things stopped feeling as if he were being Hydro Pump'd into his sex.

Both exhausted, the two of them just laid there in each other's space, one more hard-pressed with warmth than the other. Sky came to, seeing as he had his orgasm first, and looked up to Graw's muzzle before nuzzling his way against it.

"Thanks, Graw...I feel so much better..."

"Graw...not done..."

"Wh-what...?" Those hands snatched out hard rocks off the floor as they reasserted their grip in front of Sky, the hips that left his butt ringing in pain getting back up to a pace that left him cooing in tired euphoria all over ag-

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"DAD!" Sky jolted up, not having realized that he had backed himself into a wall and dozed off on his daughter. The carcass had been long since disposed off but the place it had been still had a trail on the floor. Sky was in front of him, concern and wonder on her face as she gazed Sky in the eye to let him see his face. He looked like someone who just had a good day being aroused but not acting on it in favor of being decent.

"Uh...we had a good nap together and we woke up you already outside of me...The end." Skye wasn't buying it, for her gaze reminded SKy of whenever he had to question Graw for his actions when they were alien to the likes of him. Speaking of the dino, he walked over to the two predator birds and tapped Skye on the noggin.

"Nap time for little one. Parents need talk."

"But daaaaaddyyyyyyy! I wanna know how the story really ends! There's no way you just go to sleep together and then boom, there's an egg. That's not how-" Graw yawned into her face, making Skye stumble on her words and her footing until she yawned back and suddenly felt the energy leave her with the puff of air she let out.

"No more story. You go sleep now." Graw gently picked her up from the floor, climbing up to the treehouse's roof where a nest resided for the three of them when it was too hot to stay inside. Once he placed her down, she was out like a light, leaving Graw to climb back down and leave the house to the two of them.

Much to Graw's amusement as he smirked at the panting Sky.

"Graw know why you cut story short. You no want Skye to know Graw bred you good. Bred you until sun come up. Bred you until Graw could fit no more of seed inside of you.~" Every word, fractured of a sentence as it was, left a new jolt of pleasure to run through Sky like a thunderbolt, made worse when Graw advanced towards him and pinned him against the wall like a predatory cornering their prey. Sky _did _intentionally leave out the major details of that day Skye was conceived, for it was embarrassing to tell someone-no less he own kin-that Graw had kept him pinned down and fucked him like he was a whore for hours upon hours until he finally rain out of stamina and went to sleep. By the morning, a pool of cum was resting behind them and an egg of Sky's likeness was resting near their feet. Though there was hardly enough time to recollect on those for Graw seemed to want to reenact a typical wildlife situation.

Only this time, Sky was going to be prey for something else.

"Graw know what Sky wants. Sky wants breeding...~" That cock, rising to the occasion of getting pushed back where it truly belonged, hardened quicker than Sky remembered it capable of doing, feeling his vent start radiating heat and no doubt the fresh scent that attracted Graw so long ago. He could already feel his cloaca pour slick down his rump and before he knew it he was facing the wall and had his butt towards Graw.

"Good birdie...~"