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Captivity

It wasn't anything new when the bandits kidnapped the adventurers who strayed away from their roads. For poor Reclus however, it was the first time. Bound and put aside in a secluded camp, away in the forests its name not even known by the poor gryphon. Mumbling, the green-feather just awaited his faith. He had no bruises given he hadn't given much of resistance when the bandits apprehended him in surprise strike.

At least they kept him fed. Nothing special but little he'd be used for if Reclus was simply dead. The days however were longing for the cat-bird, as the sun and the moon danced around the sky. He hoped that bandits would move out or release him soon, yet nothing like that had ever happened.

The bandits consisted of a band of four: a badger, two martens and some kind of a squirrel. None of them were avians, what could explain on why they stole him in the first place. Not that a cat-bird would hold anything against imprisoning a fellow feather-bearer or even a half-breed - as some avians considered gryphons to be such. Not that both were rather rare in these parts. The Big Southern Plains didn't held much of avians anyway, aside of far-south traders and some diplomatic envoys that could reach away from their own lands.

The bandits didn't even know that Reclus was neither of these. Nor he would give a lot of money - but as long as they didn't know that, he'd be alive. It didn't mean that he'd go out of the unlawful hands unharmed. Quite the opposite. After all, as long as there were no bruises, nobody really cared about fulfilling the bargain with the bandits - bored after these few days.

Reclus knew the bandits by their names already. They didn't cover his eyes and ears, since they would be long gone by the time the exchange would happen. The badger was named Ling. He towered from all of four. And of course, he was the boss and the one to go negotiate possible deal. The guys that left were Hong and Bei - the martens - and the squirrel going by name William. Of all their four, only he wasn't the foreigner to these lands. He was also the first to visit the tend during yet another boring night.

"Wake up," he kicked the gryphon into the legs and crouched next to him with a full-teeth smile. "I hope that you aren't bored in here?"

The green gryphon said nothing, just looked up. It was the best not to say too much at that rate and, as mentioned, it was his first time to be imprisoned. "I am not."

"But I am. You see, our boss is away. The boys and me are kinda bored while we wait." Reclus didn't say anything in reply, he just watched the fluffy-tail bandit careful. "Let's not get bored anymore. On your knees."

The cat-bird stood up and didn't hide his hardship to do that. While his legs were barely tied, lack of free hands to help himself up forced him to take time on doing so. When he finished, he looked again at the squirrel with some sort of puzzled face, awaiting what the amber-fur had in mind.

"I wouldn't risk it with a bird, but since you are a gryphon..." William slowly unbelted his pants and let them slide down his legs, revealing the fleshy manhood along with two amber orbs at the bottom. "...I'll make use of your sweet maw-beak."

"Aren't... you afraid I would bit your pecker off?" Reclus risked.

"If you ever try to nip at my cock, I'll make sure to beat you down so hard I will fuck your butt once you are unconscious. Savvy?"

The squirrel didn't seem to joke. Even if Reclus ever considered to use his beak at the abuser, it wouldn't make any difference due to tied hands. If the man screamed, that would bring his colleagues and turn into a very bad situation. The green bird nodded and opened his beak.

There was a lot of truth in what William said: gryphons had a slightly different face than other avians, given their magical half-cat, half-bird heritage. The beak turned easily into that pseudo-mouth which allowed them to fully smile and easily talk in the mammalian languages. Reclus opened his maw, allowing the squirrel to grab his head. Waiting, William allowed the green feather to start sucking at his prideful wand. This bandit wanted to kill some time, as long as it wouldn't include beating the prisoner.

Minutes passed. The wet, silent sounds left Reclus' maw while keeping him muffled. The tongue rolled around the squirrel's cock, making the latter very hard and willing for more. William bit his lip and left some grunts, as he wanted to keep things silent. He didn't want to wake the other guys. Yet.

"Will!" a voice sounded from outside the tent.

It took a while for the squirrel to reply while keeping his voice as normal as possible, not giving any hints what was happening. "I am coming, give me a moment!"

The squirrel pushed his manhood deeper into the beak-maw of the prisoner and started thrusting. After a moment he actually came and released Reclus' head, who just chocked silently on the seed.

"There...!"

It was the only thing the gryphon heard before the bandit pulled out his own pants and grinned at him. He left the green feather, spitting what he couldn't gulp on onto the ground, falling to his own face. Reclus didn't see much but heard the footsteps. Then they stopped, with silence being cut by scream and a thud. His heart stopped at that moment as the cat-bird didn't know what just happened outside.

And then, he came into the tent: dressed into a shiny body armor. The eagle of brown feathers, holding a sword that was soaked in the amber-fur's blood most likely. As well as the other two, given the chance to slay them without causing much alert.

"I will cut your binds, hold on." The eagle said. "By the gods... It looks like they didn't really treat you well."

Safety

"...and that's how I ended up, captured."

Reclus and his rescuer sat by the fire. Of course it wasn't the fire in the bandit camp, as they left it and fled few hours ago. It was smaller, without tent and more cozy than the blood-soaked place where they kept the green gryphon captured.

"I see. I guess I came in time. Once their boss would came, I just don't even want to imagine what would be your fate," the eagle looked into his cup, still dressed into his armor and clothes.

"I feel obliged, Sir...?" Reclus said slowly with a prolonging pause. Only then the eagle knight blinked and then realized something.

"Where are my manners, of course... My name's Aquilan. I don't suppose you ever heard of me. I'm not known over here, in the end."

Reclus shook his head and felt bad that, if this eagle in here was a hero, he wasn't informed enough to know him. "I'm sorry, no."

"Well, fair. Not that I am very popular either like all other heroes who roam across these plains. I'm quite new to here, to be honest." Aquilan smiled and removed his helmet, surfacing a nice-looking face. Reclus noticed that the red parts of his tail feathers were also present on the eagle's head - noticeable also being quite fitting the color of the cape itself. "I am sorry you went through this."

"It's nothing," the green gryphon rubbed at his arm and looked straight towards the fire. "Where I am from, such urges aren't really uncommon if you come from the lower classes. Or get indebted," he added. "You are bleeding."

"What?" The eagle looked at his own clothing and armor. Indeed, while he didn't feel anything for so long and given the cape is horribly red, neither of them would know about any wound and only few blood droplets that marked the ground surfaced the problem. "Oh... Must be some cut I didn't notice..."

"Nonetheless, if it didn't stop bleeding by now, must be something serious," Reclus noted and stood up. "I know how it may sound but could you, like, strip down?"

"Sure thing," Aquilan noted and removed his armor. Next in line was the shirt which was carefully removed from the chest. The fact it had a rather big bloodstain on the back confirmed that the bird got hit in some way. Even the feathers of the brown eagle were somewhat soaked in blood, giving them an unsettling shade of dark red. "Oh damn..."

"I don't think you grow red feathers on the back," Reclus smiled bleakly and took the opportunity the knight had some water skin in his backpack. He removed the tip and slowly soaked the shirt in it, as it would need some washing anyway. "Lemme help you..."

Aquilan closed his eyes and relaxed when the stranger he just rescued slowly went on aiding his wounds. The touch felt quite serene and very delicate, affirming him that the green gryphon had never touched any physical work, confirming his trade to be akin to that of merchants.

Reclus slowly worked at removing the blood from the wounded place. His keen eyes noticed there was nothing to care about and looked like some light piercing - likely when one of the sleepers wasn't that sleepy enough.

"Did you have any issues with one of these bandits?" the green feather asked carefully while still rubbing the bloodied shirt at the place.

"Ah yes, when I tried to cut one of the martens, the other started to scream the third's name while nailing with his blade towards my body. Looks like he actually went with it under my armor, bastard."

The green gryphon stopped to rub the wound, as there was nothing to rub anyway aside of the soaked blood. "Oh. That's why that scream sounded like in a distress."

"It would seem so," the eagle smiled and just sat there, with Reclus just holding hands at the wounds. The silence became unbearable until one move.

The green gryphon basically lost the grasp of the moment when some chemistry worked between them both, as he felt the warmness. Their beaks locked in no time, as Aquilan slowly dragged him in front of him. The bloodied shirt fell from the brown feathery knight onto the ground. Their taloned hands started to explore their own bodies - with Reclus still being dressed into a shirt and simple pants. The bare chest of the brown eagle gained the most of the shy interest, whereas Aquilan slowly, in his own pace, started to explore the gryphon's beak with his tongue. Reclus succumbed into that and allowed himself to fall into the river of serene lust.

"I thought knights are... clean. And holy...?" the green cat-bird exclaimed, slowly rubbing at the other's feathers once their bodies had fallen to the side.

"Mm... Do you want me to stop?" Aquilan asked with a voice that stated way otherwise.

"No."

Their contrasting feathers brushed against each other, slowly massaging and bringing feel of safety. The earlier events slowly faded away as the green gryphon slowly rolled over the stronger eagle and slowly straddled over him. He was shy, but knew what he was doing, after all. Reclus mentioned something about being used to such stuff, so he wouldn't need to left these claims... unproven.

The green gryphon went down onto Aquilan, making the latter release air and a huff. The eagle grasped at the other male's chest. His talons slowly sunk into these emerald feathers, slowly digging deep with his manhood into the other male. Reclus moaned loudly and strung like a string, beak going up into the sky covered with trees. His movement, slow and inconsistent became more rhythmical and ordered, both bodies now connected into one.

The eagle grasped even harder onto the unexpected lover, who likely was releasing the stress of the captivity with someone who was rather pure and knightly. Not that Aquilan would deny it, but it felt somewhat dirty and arousing in the end. Reclus slowly turned his calm movements into jumping up and down, holding himself hard against the savior's chest. His feline-like legs twitched a little bit, while he used them as some sort of counterweight to fulfill the other's desires. The green feather moaned with a quick inhale and slowly struck a while line onto the knight's chest, stopping from gained pleasure and painfully pulsing cock of his own.

"Damn it..." Reclus whispered.

Aquilan took a moment for a quick breath and moved his tights a little bit. "Don't you dare to... stop!" The eagle warrior turned around with the green male and started to pound onto him in a position that was more likely to get from a housewife. "There we go, I am so close...!"

Reclus had no choice but to succumb to the eagle's desire. Himself, panting, he closed his yellow eyes and felt as the needy bird wanted to release his own seed. "Ah... Not so... Hard!" The gryphon yelped a little bit but it was likely the knight didn't listen.

And then, with these few last thrusts, the eagle moaned loudly and pumped all the sticky liquids into Reclus, who just breathed calmly. They both didn't wish for it to end, so they stood in that position once their beaks locked once again, rubbing each other's faces and maintaining the mutual pleasure as they both moaned in the least innocent way. The sun has long set behind the horizon...

Epilogue

They hired a small room in one of the inns. They decided to head south after they took bounties for the slain trio in the nearest city. However, the boss was never found - and likely was searching for them. It didn't matter, as the badger was likely gathering new folks to rob and kill. What mattered was themselves and a hot bath.

"This sand is so annoying!" the eagle moaned and threw the armor next to the bed, stripping to the fluff. "I hate this place, honestly."

"Well, take into account we are deeper and deeper into south. And look at the bright side, beer is sweeter in here." Reclus was a little more confident once they were farther and farther into the homelands of both avians and gryphons. He also stripped down and leaned against the bath tube to check the warmness of the water. "Still hot!"

It didn't take a longer moment when the green gryphon felt the eagle pressing against him. The green feather wanted to say something, but he was already in Aquilan's grasp as the hardened tip touched his rump. "Then we have some time to relax before we hit water. Don't we?" the eagle said.

"We just came into here!" Reclus whined a little bit, albeit not resistant.

"I didn't come yet, but I am about to fix that..."