WG1 - A Gentleman's Affair
A tale of taboo love in an era of uncompromising sexual restraint. Contains: M/M, Eagle/Lizard
Witten for the Writer's Guild project - http://www.sofurry.com/group/1045. I'd never done a Victorian-themed story before :D.
Judge Bregan gave a deep and weary sigh as he entered the gilded cage of the elevator, taking off his rain-soaked wig and putting it into its case. The avian quite respected decorum and tradition, but he disliked having to wear a wig. It made the golden eagle look like one of his bald cousins.
"How was the trial, your honor?" the elevator operator asked politely. The rat-boy's fur was finely trimmed, and he wore a handsome red and gold uniform that wouldn't have looked out of place on a senate page.
"Dreadful. Simply dreadful." Judge Bregan replied, shaking his beak solemnly. "The beast murdered twelve women and didn't show a hint of remorse. Today was the first I've issued a death sentence without any reservations. The good lord only knows how he even convinced a solicitor to defend him!"
"Horrible," The elevator operator said, pulling the lever to start their descent. "I beg your pardon, your honor. Didn't mean to broach such a sensitive subject."
"Oh, it's no matter. All I need is a little... rest and relaxation." The eagle said, favoring the lift boy with a smile.
"Well and good, sir." The boy replied, a knowing smile on his muzzle.
Beneath the coffeehouse on the corner of 14th and Belmont there was a very exclusive and secretive establishment ran by a skunk-woman known simply as Ms. Honey. It catered to men (and now, in keeping with the times, women) of wealth and taste with needs conventional society could not meet. People like Maxwell Bregan.
The Most Honorable Judge Maxwell Leland Bregan IV came from a long and distinguished line of high-society luminaries, including professors, doctors, police chiefs and senators. His second cousin was the assistant secretary of defense and one of his sisters was married to the wealthiest steel baron on the continent. Following in the tradition of his father and older brother, Maxwell had become a judge. Despite being a relatively youthful fifty-three years of age, he was already the head of a High Court and still on the ascent. Judge Bregan was a man of honor and impeccable breeding, a stalwart pillar of the community and a devoted husband. He was well-known in the city for his charitable works and his keen legal mind, his lavish dinner parties and fondness for imported cigars.
What was less well known was his fondness for young, male scalies.
Judge Bregan's wife knew about his peccadilloes, the same way he knew about her (many) beaus. Ironically, their marriage wasn't an unhappy one; quite the opposite. It afforded them both the cover to engage in the forms of intimacy they preferred without facing the opprobrium of high society. It was a hypocritical façade of deceit, but a judge was expected to be a family man of good repute. The old traditions had to be respected, and that is exactly what Judge Bregan did... except inside Ms. Honey's fine establishment. The bordello was his sanctuary, the one place in the world he could indulge in his heart's desires.
When the elevator creaked to a halt on the bottom floor and the familiar, heady smell of lilac perfume mixed with coffee wafted over him, Maxwell felt his concerns begin to melt away.
"Have a good night, your honor." The rat said coyly, giving Judge Bregan a short, infinitely courteous bow.
The judge gave a short laugh as he discreetly deposited a gold coin into the boy's coat pocket. "I believe I shall."
Judge Bregan hummed happily to himself as he entered the bordello proper, past the elaborate series of billowing curtains that ensured privacy for the upper-crust clients it catered too. He didn't have far to walk before Ms. Honey met him, the gracefully-aging, genteel skunk gently taking him by the elbow.
"Maxwell! Oh, you poor dear! You're soaking wet!" Ms. Honey said as she greeted him, helping him to doff his damp coat."It's so good to see you again! We expected you on Wednesday; I take it your work kept you from keeping your appointment?"
"Yes, my dear. Terribly sorry, but I was dealing with a rather unpleasant trial which required my utmost attention. A thousand pardons I wasn't able to send word." Judge Bregan said, giving the bordello's mistress a broad smile. With utmost care, he took her hand into his claws and gave it a respectful kiss.
"Don't worry yourself one bit, my dear; you serve the country, and I shall serve you." Ms. Honey said, smiling at Judge Bregan as she slowly withdrew her hand. She took his large, robe-like coat and hung it up inside a nearby closet. "And by the by, I've taken the liberty of reserving the Sweetheart Suite for you and Mr. Taimes..."
"Oh, Miss Honey! You grant me an embarrassment of riches!" the judge laughed, the horrors he had dealt with so solemnly earlier now long forgotten. "Is there any surcharge for..?"
She demurred before he could continue, laughing softly. "Not a farthing, Maxwell. You've been so kind to me; let me be kind to you. Now, go on ahead and enjoy yourself! Mr. Taimes is waiting for you this very moment."
"Indeed?" the eagle asked, a hint of eagerness creeping into his controlled voice.
"Indeed."
Though Judge Bregan had carnal relations with many of Ms. Honey's charges over the years, Liam Taimes was his latest and most passionate paramour. Since being introduced to the lizard a year ago, he hadn't slept with another man.
"Well then, I shan't keep the boy waiting!" the judge said, with a mirthful laugh. "Miss Honey. A pleasure, as always."
"Likewise, your honor." She replied, taking his wig case from him and gently leading him onward. She stopped outside of the suite, gave Maxwell a gentle kiss on his beak, and then departed silently. The judge bushed the feathered crown of his head and entered the suite quietly, his pulse already beginning to quicken.
Every room in the bordello was a uniquely opulent, richly appointed monument to pleasure- even the 'dungeon' featured a set of gold-plated stocks- but the Sweetheart Suite was in a league of its own. Every wall of the room was decorated with oil paintings, depicting everything from lovers sharing gentle kisses to wild, fantastical bacchanalias. Rosewood cabinets held every manner of sexual lubricant, oil, and cream imaginable, along with the largest collection of dildos, cockrings, strap-ons, and other such sexual paraphernalia in the civilized world. The floor was lined with a snowy white carpet thick enough to sleep on comfortably, save for the back where the fireplace and bathing tub sat. Off in the back corner, a hidden dumbwaiter could be employed to bring in any sort of food or spirit required, and across from that a pit of fine pillows surrounded a well-padded oaken slab equally suited for rough bondage or sensual massage. But the real jewel of the room was the bed; an ovoid, concave, red-velvet affair large enough to comfortably fit ten. Judge Bregan suspected that a mere glance into the Sweetheart Suite might give the dour prudes he called colleagues a heart-threatening fit of conniptions.
Liam was lying on the bed reading a book of poetry, half of his long tail draped over the edge of the bed. He was a lithe, green monitor with a naughty but boyish smile permanently affixed to his muzzle. The green-scaled youth was wearing nothing but a dainty pair of red silk panties and a black, spiked collar, his tail gently curling and uncurling at the foot of the bed. The fabric of the feminine undergarments already had two lewd bulges and two dark, wet stains of precum on them. Above them, Liam's fine, smooth, glossy scales glistened in the fire's light, already covered with sweet-smelling oils. Next to the bed, a water pipe full of fresh cannabis and a burning coil of sweet incense sent plumes of pungent smoke over Liam's body.
Everything about the lizard's youthful vitality, his open and carefree sexuality made Maxwell's feathers tingle, even the way his claws had been filed down to short, dull points. Oh, the things his fingers had done...
"Ah, Liam... Good evening!" Maxwell said, giving the young lizard a broad, beaming smile.
"Oh... I didn't hear you come in." the boy said, closing his book after slowly marking his place with a dog-ear. He smiled back at Maxwell coyly. "It's good to see you, Maxy..."
"And I've been waiting for you all week, my sweet little lizard." The eagle replied, slowly walking over to the bed. His sharp eyes eagerly drunk in the luscious lizard's smooth curves and toned muscles; the sight was headier than the smell of incense and ganja.
"How is your wife?"
"Mmm, quite well actually. She has taken a keen interest in dirigibles recently, if you can believe that. Wants us to vacation on one for the summer holiday." the judge said, laughing a bit to his paramour as he took off his black undercoat and hung it on a silver hook in the shape of an erect phallus. "Oh! She also said to say hello, and that she hopes your mother is feeling better."
"Aw, she's so sweet. Tell her my ma is fine, it was just a touch of pneumonia." The lizard replied, smiling. "Thank you for covering the doctor's bill."
"It was my pleasure." Judge Bregan said, walking over to the bed. He removed his underwear and undershirt with an uncharacteristic lack of care, revealing his resplendent golden-brown plumage. Despite cresting fifty years of age, the eagle's tall, well-cut raptorial figure was every bit as imposing and magisterial as the day he had taken office.
"Oh Max..." the young lizard swooned, tail slowly flicking on the soft bedsheets. "Are you feeling... eager today?"
"My love, I wouldn't dare sully my desires by expressing them with mere words." The golden eagle said, walking over to the edge of the bed and gently sliding his feathered bulk onto it. "My affections must remain pure and unstated."
"Aww... well... don't leave me waiting, my beautiful birdie." Liam said, leaning forward to lick the side of his lover's beak. "I've been feeling... needy... all day."
Judge Bregan smiled back at Liam as he accepted the fork-tongued licks, his heart fluttering with desire. "Allow me to oblige."
The eagle leaned down and licked his lover's flat, scaly stomach, and then hooked the tip of his beak on the lizard's red panties. He began to slowly slide them off the lizard's body and down his dangling tail, revealing Liam's hardening hemipenes.
"Mmm... what is this? Already excited, are we?" Maxwell said, taking one of the semi-hard lizard-cocks into his hands, giving it a few gentle, teasing strokes. "Have you been a naughty boy today?"
"Yes-s-s..." the lizard hissed coyly, sliding a thick, wet crocodile dildo from out under his tail. Liam gave the rubbery tip a lick before tossing it to the side, flicking his tail to the side and spreading his knees. "I've been a very, *very* naughty boy your honor. I throw myself upon the mercy of the court."
Just watching the reptilian male's naked, oily body writhe on the bedsheets was enough to harden his avian maleness to its full, proud size. And now, his lover's rosy-pink entrance beckoned...
Maxwell smiled broadly as he straddled Liam's legs. A thousand ideas had drifted through Judge Bregan's mind while he was working his way through the week's docket. Things he and Liam could do with ropes, chocolate or toys... but now, beak-to-muzzle with his lover, their shared need was too great for needless complications.
"I love you... Liam." The judge said, a small pang of guilt welling up inside him as he spoke his true lover's name. But as the lizard's claws ran through his down-covered neck, as Liam's tail slid across his tailfeathers it quickly faded, replaced by aching, unabashed desire.
The young lizard's muzzle curled into a small, self-conscious smile. "I love you too, Max. You're... more than I deserve."
"Nonesense, my boy.... nonsense..." the eagle breathed, stroking Liam's muzzle tenderly. "I'll not have anyone disparaging my lover, not even the man himself."
Liam blushed, his light-green cheeks turning a dark pink. "Max?"he asked, kissing the tip of his lover's hard beak.
"Yes?"
"Make love to me."
The eagle kissed Liam's cheek softly. "With pleasure."
Maxwell slid his feathered body forward and rubbed his beak against Liam's muzzle, accepting more licks from the lizard's playful tongue as he began the search for the boy's tail-hole. When his member's slick tip found it, the passage was hot and slick and eager for company. Judge Bregan carefully circumnavigated the muscular ring protecting the tailpassage with the tip of his pointed maleness, drawing a moan from his lover. Oh, he loved taking this part nice and slow...
The golden eagle's eyes watered as he hilted himself, working his maleness with short, gentle thrusts with his hips. Even carefully prepared and lubricated, the lizard's tail-hole was terribly tight for his large, raptorial maleness.
"Oh-h... M-Max..." Liam moaned and shuddered, his padded feet clenching and unclenching on the bedsheets.
Maxwell smiled to his lizard as they began to make love. His down-covered crotch was wet and warm as he ground it against the lizard's toned, scaly rump. Inside the boy's body, his maleness gently slid and sloshed against the little spot hidden inside Liam's body that made the scalie squirm and moan. Both of Liam's hemipenes were gushing slick preseed onto his belly, every wet and warm spurt a small reward for his lovemaking skills. The only time the boyish reptile's moaning softened was when he stopped to lick the golden eagle's beak.
The sinfully rich feeling of his feathers sliding across smooth scales, the musky smell of lizard precum, the tender touch of a hot, forked tongue... it was what he lived for. It was more invigorating than any drug, more beautiful than any vista. It was as sensual and wondrous as the day he had taken the young lizard's virginity. No... it was better. Then, Liam had been so shy, so nervous, so tense. Now, he eagerly hissed his pleasure and rolled his hips back into the thrusts, squeezed his inner muscles against Maxwell's maleness and milked the seed from it.
After several minutes of passionate lovemaking, Liam's climax came suddenly and forcefully. Twin fountains of creamy lizard essence splattered onto the eagle's chestfeathers, soaking them with hot, sticky seed. Maxwell's breath came in ragged gasps as his lover's passage squeezed him tight and his muzzle begged for seed. He locked his talons against his Liam's supple, scaly legs and held his maleness deep inside the quivering tailpassage, pouring a torrent of avian cum into the young scalie's tail-hole. With every fresh gush of cum, the eagle bucked hard into Liam, and Liam did the same to him.
When he was spent, the golden eagle slowly relaxed his talon's powerful grip and let his light body fall across the lizard like a huge, downy blanket.
"That was... wonderful..." Liam whispered, slowly coming down from his sexual high. His belly was covered with spilt cum and small, fallen feathers; Maxwell could feel a small dribble of honey-thick seed trickle out of the lizard's tail-hole.
"You... naughty lizard..." Maxwell laughed, not bothering to remove his member from the warm, cozy passage it was sheathed in. "You came... rather quickly. Were you playing with your toys all evening?"
"Aww... maybe..." Liam replied. "I was waiting for you... thinking about you... got me excited. Don't worry... we've got all day tomorrow..."
The golden eagle let out a deep, contented sigh as Liam's muzzle rested upon his feathered breast. He gave his young lover a wistful smile, and gently covered them both with his wings. A few seconds later, he added a few pillows and one of the bed's many comforters. Already Liam was drifting off to sleep, carefree and satisfied.
Maxwell felt another pang of guilt begin to form somewhere inside his unconscious as they cuddled together. He was in love with a twenty year old male prostitute of a different species. It was so taboo... so improper. Liam was young enough to be his son! But lying there, out of breath and smelling of fresh cum, he couldn't care less.
Judge Bregan stroked Liam's smooth back and tail tenderly, idly wondering if it was still raining outside.