{"sf1_id":1649957,"sf2_id":"214RkzYm","title":"Reward of the Hunt","author":"Deiny","words":3685,"posted_at":"2020-11-13T14:28:00.000Z","tags":["Avian","Cloacal penetration","Eagle","Feral Lead","Fingering","Human on Feral","Intelligent Feral","M/F","Oral","Romance","assassin's creed","loving"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1649957-reward-of-the-hunt","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/214RkzYm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4a/86/4a86bf2e-633e-42b5-81f8-1933d0238c60","description":"Thank you to Lihamylly, who arted this short story. https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lihamylly/","content":"\\\u003eOut hunting animals for hide and other resources.  \n\\\u003eGot Senu up in the air spotting prey.  \n\\\u003eI can see through her eyes, but it's a bit more than that. She does most of the work but we both have some influence over her body.  \n\\\u003eI can tell she's distracted. She's been pulling out further and further away from civilization against me, and it's not even towards any better quarry.  \n\\\u003eWhat's up with this bird?  \n\\\u003eI pull her back to me, and she lands on my arm.  \n\\\u003eSenu, what's going on with you?  \n\\\u003eShe looks excited, jittery, but she's trying to hide it.  \n\\\u003eOkay... You know something I don't, don't you?  \n\\\u003eShe melts on my words, but gives no hint.  \n\\\u003eHer smooth beak reaches towards me and softly nibbles on my ear, her right wing sags, relaxed, and rests on my arm  \n\\\u003eAhh, are you playing affection? Did you do something wrong then?  \n\\\u003eThe nibbling doesn't stop, but her wing snaps up and she gets a bit stiff  \n\\\u003eNo? But... Maybe. You're ashamed all the same. What could be affecting you so?  \n\\\u003eShe leans in closer, and I aid her by bringing my arm in.   \n\\\u003eHer beak travels down to my neck and she starts \"preening\" my skin, quickly but gently scraping the edge of her beak along it in a clattering motion.  \n\\\u003eOh Senu, just tell me. You have nothing to fear; you are a part of me. I will not turn you away.  \n\\\u003eAre you sick? Are you afraid of disappointing me?  \n\\\u003eThe preening stops.  \n\\\u003eThe last one, then. I see.  \n\\\u003eI reach up, weave my fingers through the neck feathers at the base of her head, and begin to scratch downwards toward her body.  \n\\\u003eI will not turn you away  \n\\\u003eHer wings and head fall, and she lets out a weak airy trill.  \n\\\u003eMy hand reaches the base of her neck, and moves under her limp wing.  \n\\\u003eI promise you  \n\\\u003eMy fingers wrap under her wing, and I start to massage the powerful muscles which power her flight.  \n\\\u003eIn a smooth motion, I sit on the ground and roll her sideways from my arm to my lap. She's a bit surprised, but doesn't object.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eNow with two free hands, one continues to rub the base of her wing while the other massages the firm and powerful muscles on each side of her sharp breast bone.  \n\\\u003eShe starts to lose herself, and begins to chirp weakly like a little hatchling.  \n\\\u003eMy left hand slowly works along the wing, feeling the delicate bone and smooth stiff flight feathers, my fingers dancing down towards the tip.  \n\\\u003eShe extends her wing and spreads the feathers wide to aid me.  \n\\\u003eWhen I get to the end I give the knuckle of her wing a firm squeeze, then brush my fingers back down her spread feathers. The movement makes a smooth ruffling sound and her wing relaxes and drapes around my neck.  \n\\\u003eI use my right hand to lift her slightly and untuck her left wing, letting it fall over my legs towards the ground as I begin to give it the same attention.  \n\\\u003eMy left hand gets back to her breast, but doesn't stop and travels down to her legs.  \n\\\u003eAnticipating me, her right leg extends fully and her talons grip the air.  \n\\\u003eI begin to scratch and rub from the base, but when I hit the rear of her leg she shudders, and barely contains a shriek.  \n\\\u003eHm, sensitive?  \n\\\u003eShe looks at me with both eyes in that weird birdy way.  \n\\\u003eNormally I'd be amused by such behavior, but she's not looking at me.  \n\\\u003eShe's looking into me.  \n\\\u003eOur faces are inches apart.  \n\\\u003eI'm sitting with her, hunched over with a wing around me.  \n\\\u003eShe's a creature that has given me her life, and that I trust fully.  \n\\\u003eOne of my hands is holding a wing, the other caressing the start of her hindquarters.  \n\\\u003eWe're miles from civilization.  \n\\\u003eAnd she brought me here.  \n\\\u003eI've... Been a fool, haven't I?  \n\\\u003eShe continues to stare for a moment, then glances away and lets out a chirp, much sharper than before, then looks down and lifts her left wing in.  \n\\\u003eMy hand is still on her leg.  \n\\\u003eThere is always a choice...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eI continue my ministrations, being sure to put emphasis on the sensitive area.  \n\\\u003eWell, I did promise, didn't I?  \n\\\u003eHer gaze snaps towards me in surprise.  \n  \n\\\u003eHa, did you really expect me to ignore your needs?  \n\\\u003eThis is about the right time of year. The time where eagles are pairing up and making nests.  \n\\\u003eMy hand wanders further back, still scratching as it goes.  \n\\\u003eWell I can do this much for you.  \n\\\u003eAs I move, her beak starts clattering in the air, as if it and my hand were connected  \n\\\u003eJust... Don't expect me to build you a nest.  \n\\\u003eSenu casts an eye on me as if to glower at that last remark, but the beak clattering continues. Perhaps it's reflexive, she must not be able to scratch here herself.  \n\\\u003eOh you can't stop? Well what If I scratch harder?  \n\\\u003eI take my right hand from her wing and use it to scratch between her legs, the clattering intensifies and her head bows in pleasure.  \n\\\u003eIt seems I've learned a new trick to placate you!  \n\\\u003eAt that remark, her head rises, higher, higher, and she clatters her beak against my forehead.  \n\\\u003eAh, ow. Yes, I understand. Still not defenseless.  \n\\\u003eAt once, I cease the scratching, the clattering stops and with her beak so close, she's starting into me again.  \n\\\u003eThis time the meaning is fully understood, and I return the meaningful gaze.  \n\\\u003eWithout breaking eye contact, I lift her slightly and rotate her body, lining her up in my lap.  \n\\\u003eShe's now completely on her back, resting between my legs, feet outstretched towards me, wings lazily extended to each side, head craned up to view me.  \n\\\u003eI finally break eyes with her, and glance down at what I have to work with.  \n\\\u003eIt's... A pile of feathers. Well, what did I expect. I suppose I'll have to hunt for the prize.  \n\\\u003eI use both hands to part her warm, downy feathers. They seem easiest to move upwards towards her belly, so I use one hand to pin them up, and the other to gently search along.  \n\\\u003eShe's clearly enjoying the attention, as her head falters and slowly falls sideways to rest on my leg.  \n\\\u003eAs I move along, confusion starts to set in. I should have reached it by now.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eI pause my movements to think for a moment, and the answer is revealed. A pulsing starts just as I stop, and it's far lower, towards her back, than I expected.  \n\\\u003eThe feathers here are far easier to sweep aside, and there it is.  \n\\\u003eOf course, how could I have forgotten. Birds are built a bit differently than mammals.  \n\\\u003eNotably there's only one hole, and it's tucked just under the tail. The vent, or is it cloaca?  \n\\\u003eWhatever the terminology, it's here, and pulsing somewhat vigorously. The entrance is contracting sharply, almost folding up, then relaxing outwards in a sort of kissing motion.  \n\\\u003eI realize I'm staring, and look up at my lap bird's top half.  \n\\\u003eShe's eyeing me, expectantly.  \n\\\u003eFiguring out bird expressions can be difficult, but the impatience is pretty clear here.  \n\\\u003eI think I'm more nervous than you about this. Just, give me a minute.  \n\\\u003eMy left hand is still pinning feathers out of the way, so my right hand closes in on her.  \n\\\u003eAs eager as the eagle is, the whole area her looks very delicate, and she's never been touched by another.  \n\\\u003eSimply put, I don't want to surprise her and catch a talon to the face.  \n\\\u003eI'm going to feel you, Senu. Pinch my leg if it becomes too much.  \n\\\u003eShe nibbles in confirmation, then her head rests once more.  \n\\\u003eHere we go.  \n\\\u003eI brush my fingers along the flesh just outside her sex, and the pulsing quickens. She pulls her legs in tightly in anticipation.  \n\\\u003eUsing a lone index finger, I press into the hole, and the pulsing ring latches onto me gently.  \n\\\u003eThe smooth opening is slick, and warm. The pulsing is still there, but with my finger occupying the opening it's much weaker than before.  \n\\\u003eI slowly push in, then back out as resistance is met, and push back in with the greater lubrication.  \n\\\u003eI'm up to the second knuckle already, and she hasn't moved at all.  \n\\\u003eSenu, are you okay? More?  \n\\\u003eHer head, previously flat against me, raises a bit, brushes the skin of my leg, then falls.  \n\\\u003eOkay. More.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eI pull my finger back, and a lone contraction desperately tries to hold on as it exits.  \n\\\u003eThoughtlessly, I insert both my index and middle fingers into my mouth. There's not really enough to get an idea of what she tastes like, but it's definitely not unpleasant.  \n\\\u003eNow with two wet fingers, I part the entrance once again.  \n\\\u003eThey slide in easily enough, but the contractions of her entrance feel much more powerful against the increased girth. The grip at their peak is actually firm enough to slow me down.  \n\\\u003eI reach the end of my available length quickly, and back out to half way, then with a bit more speed and force push back in.  \n\\\u003eAs I pick up the pace, Senu's breathing becomes raspy, then a low whistly chirp can be heard between breaths.  \n\\\u003eNo longer content to rest her head, she cranes it over her body to try and see what's going on. Her neck isn't nearly long enough though, so her head is pinned against her breast as I pump my fingers into her delicate depths.  \n\\\u003eSuddenly her tail starts to wiggle back and forth, then her legs loosen from her body and slowly kick the air.  \n\\\u003eHer wings, previously relaxed and outstretched are pulled in about half way and gyrate with my motion.  \n\\\u003eHer chirping grows more frantic, louder, and desperate.  \n\\\u003eAlmost there already?  \n\\\u003eShe doesn't even hear me, lost in the moment. I keep the rhythm, but hit the end with more force.  \n\\\u003eWithout further warning, her wings begin to beat, forcing me backwards.  \n\\\u003eMy hand is pulled away through an extremely firm contraction. A squelch can be heard as my fingers clear the entrance.  \n\\\u003eShe kicks and rolls, using her wings for momentum, then stands up and shakes her body. Her feathers ruffle out and settle smoothly.  \n\\\u003eShe's gasping for air, jittery, and extremely alert.  \n\\\u003eIt looks like you enjoyed yourself.  \n\\\u003eShe spins towards me and nibbles frantically at my neck.  \n\\\u003eYes, yes, I know. Quite the ride isn- mpph!?  \n\\\u003eShe had spun in place mid sentence, and pushed her rear into my face.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eSuddenly I'm blinded by plumage. The soft down of her rear is plentiful enough to completely cover my face.  \n\\\u003eBefore I can react she starts wiggling back and forth, moving her tail rapidly from side to side, and burying me deeper into her.  \n\\\u003eI could stop her in any number of ways, but I don't want to. This sudden act of confidence is admittedly arousing.  \n\\\u003eBut the way she's going about this isn't going to work. All I have now is a mouth full of feathers.  \n\\\u003ePutting one hand on her back, and the other on her tail, I press her downwards and lift up on her rear simultaneously.  \n\\\u003eThe natural part in her feathers opens, gives me a chance to breathe, and most importantly makes a direct path to her previously wetted opening.  \n\\\u003eAfter catching a breath, I move in and make contact.  \n\\\u003eThe contractions are still ongoing, but from this perspective the moving folds feel much more like a set of kissing lips.  \n\\\u003eI suppose since birds can't kiss normally, they're left only with this more intimate option.  \n\\\u003eIt's effective. Her movements slow and synchronize with me. My lips press against hers, and I begin to kiss back in a rhythm.  \n\\\u003eShe presses herself back more firmly and starts waving her hips back and forth in time. I track the movement as we perform a kissing ballet.  \n\\\u003eAfter a few cycles of the motion, I press into her and open my mouth wider than before. She matches the act and the movements cease.  \n\\\u003eI press my tongue against her, then easily inside. She clamps down ineffectively on the invader as it explores.  \n\\\u003eOf course my tongue isn't very long, but it's working none the less. She's started to chirp again in excitement.  \n\\\u003eHer sensitive spot must be right on the opening. There's one sure way to test that theory.  \n\\\u003eI suckle on her, applying light suction, nibbling with my lips, and occasionally giving a wide and firm lick.  \n\\\u003eShe starts to lose it almost immediately. The normally quiet and composed bird of prey is gibbering and trying desperately to stay on her feet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eI increase the suction, pulling her lips tightly against mine and waving my tongue up and down against her rapidly.  \n\\\u003eThat did it! She buckles, crouching down in my lap, throws her tail to the right and lets out a cry.  \n\\\u003eHer sex heats on my tongue and I'm hit with a wave of fluids. The taste before was so mild it wasn't really notable, but this new flavor is distinct. It tastes rich, meaty, a little tart, and a little bitter.  \n\\\u003eNot bad at all.  \n\\\u003eShe tries to get up, but in her state ends up falling forward. I'm forced to let our kiss go with a wet pop, and she ends up laying haphazardly in my lap. Wings splayed to each side and a leg sticking out.  \n\\\u003eShe's an absolute mess, and she's gasping for air.  \n\\\u003eWell now, it looks like that one was even better than the last. Are you sated yet?  \n\\\u003eShe's not looking in my direction, her mind swimming in the afterglow.  \n\\\u003eSenu? I start to stroke her neck, working through her feathers and smoothing them flat, by the time I get down to her wings she seems to have collected herself a bit.  \n\\\u003eShe pulls her leg in, stands, and ruffles her feathers back in order once again.  \n\\\u003eFor a moment nothing happens. A light breeze rolls through and the sounds of the earth around us become louder in our pause.  \n\\\u003eShe turns in my lap and steps towards me. Her wings fall and she pushes her beak under my chin, rolling her head into the curve of my neck.  \n\\\u003eI raise my hands and put one under each of her wings and pull her close.  \n\\\u003eWe hold the embrace for what feels like several minutes.  \n\\\u003eIt could only have been a moment, but in that instant time felt like it slowed.  \n\\\u003eI felt her heart beat slow down with it.  \n\\\u003eI love you, Senu.  \n\\\u003eAt those words, she pulled away.  \n\\\u003eShe's regained her deliberate elegance, and steps calmly down my leg, then across, balancing herself between my thighs.  \n\\\u003eThe look in her eye is calculating and sharp. It's the same look she gets when closing in on prey.  \n\\\u003eWhat- are you doing?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eThe question was rhetorical. Of course I knew what she was doing.  \n\\\u003eBut how far did she intend to go with this venture?  \n\\\u003eShe skillfully grabs the lip of my trousers, then pulls down sharply. It wasn't nearly enough to expose me, but now she's absolutely gotten my attention.  \n\\\u003eHold on Senu. You weigh less than a hundred copper deben. Males of your species aren't even equipped as I am! You can't possibly be thi-  \n\\\u003eMy words were cut by her talon leaping forward and gripping dangerously close to my most personal assets.  \n\\\u003eShe grasped the cloth of my bottom wear viciously tight, and pulled with conviction.  \n\\\u003eOkay!  \n\\\u003eHer claw opened and drew back. She eyed me expectantly.  \n\\\u003eI wasted no time in loosening the fit of my loins, then lifted myself off the ground to keep the backside from binding.  \n\\\u003eHer beak once again reached forward, grasped the lip of the cloth, and pulled down. This time the material yielded easily, and in a moment she had uncovered me completely.  \n\\\u003eI was engorged fully, and yes- desperate for release. I didn't want her to feel responsible for my state, but my body betrays, and her thoughts on the matter are clear.  \n\\\u003eShe stared, and that predatory gaze frightened me for a moment. It was foolish, but I couldn't help to think that in an instant she'd be tearing into her prize.  \n\\\u003eInstead, she bowed forward and met the delicate flesh with the surface of her closed beak.  \n\\\u003eShe curved her head down further, and let herself slide down my length, until the small feathers on her head brushed against my tip and tickled it.  \n\\\u003eSo now that you have it, how do you intend to complete your quest?  \n\\\u003eShe pulled away hesitantly, and examined me once again.  \n\\\u003eBigger than you thought?  \n\\\u003eShe opened her beak in suggestion, the sharp hook, dry appearance and small inset tongue didn't look immediately inviting.  \n\\\u003eYou'll surely draw blood that way.  \n\\\u003eShe snapped her beak in defiance, stepped forward, sat on me, and pushed back sharply, lifting my manhood up against her rump.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eMy member sank and felt to have disappeared into her warm soft plumage. She began to wiggle back and forth like she had earlier, and by the heavens the feeling of it!  \n\\\u003eI was sent swimming in pleasure, her down drifted into my mind and clouded it.  \n\\\u003eHer rapid and barely controlled movements slowed and became more calculated. She was searching.  \n\\\u003eI knew she'd find her target soon, and I'd sink even further into her. The idea quickened my heart, and dried my mouth.  \n\\\u003eI was left without air once more, but nothing physical obstructed me. I looked up to observe the captor of my breath, and Senu stood above.  \n\\\u003eSenu. The basilisk bird. The look on her face was unmistakably passionate. Her eyes were on me, and locked me in place. My previous worry about practicality was lost. I only wanted to be within her.  \n\\\u003eI felt a cool wetness on the tip of my member. Feathers, dampened earlier. The sensation must have been felt by her too, as her eyes lit up, her beak opened in glee, and she pushed down and back. My length easily made it through the coolness to the surface of a far more inviting warmth.  \n\\\u003eWe were so close now! I felt my tip touch her delicate opening, and she kissed me once, lightly. Then again, more firmly, and finally the resistance fell away inviting me inside.  \n\\\u003eShe began to sink upon me. My tip passed through the tight ring of her entrance and struck a wall almost immediately.  \n\\\u003eSenu seemed prepared and simply crouched further, bowing herself while pushing back. The effect was that I slid up the wall, then over it.  \n\\\u003eThe previous barrier folded and I struck another, but this one receded smoothly with only a little pressure. Once it was passed Senu let out a long, low satisfied trill, then sharply bore down.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eThe temperature rose to an incredible level beyond that last barrier. My blade pierced into the white hot coals of a forge, and was tempered by it.  \n\\\u003eShe pressed down on me and flicked her tail left and right with a slow rhythm.  \n\\\u003eIt was the most stimulating thing I had ever felt.  \n\\\u003eI grasped at the ground around me and arched my back.  \n\\\u003eMy vision lost focus, the world bled away.  \n\\\u003eSenu lifted herself halfway and dropped again.  \n\\\u003eThe sensation was greater than I could imagine, yet I desired still more.  \n\\\u003eI finally moved, and grabbed her legs just above the talon.  \n\\\u003eI pulled my legs in for leverage, then thrust up at her.  \n\\\u003eAt the peak of my thrust, I withdrew quickly, and before she could fall all the way back down, I thrust again.  \n\\\u003eShe bounced, and the impact made a soft smack and squelching sound.  \n\\\u003eHer tail on reflex raised and dipped as this happened, and at the moment of impact it dipped down, and the feathers caressed my inner thigh  \n\\\u003eI thrust again.  \n\\\u003eShe spread her wings and flapped delicately in time with my movement. Her wingspan has always impressed me, but now the appearance of her seemed godly.  \n\\\u003eI thrust again.  \n\\\u003eThe ring of her opening clenched as firmly as it could manage at the impact of our bodies, and only relented at the peak. It felt as if she were trying desperately to milk me, then she'd fall and,  \n\\\u003eThrust  \n\\\u003eIf I had any control before, I was rapidly losing it. How long have we been going at it? I didn't care. There's only one thing that matters and that's breeding this bird. I need to, I must. I'll rut her as long as it takes. I'll fill her to the brim. I'll-  \n\\\u003eThrust  \n\\\u003eI'll- cum- in-  \n\\\u003eThrust  \n\\\u003eWhite- hot-  \n\\\u003eThrust  \n\\\u003eBred- full-  \n\\\u003eThrust  \n\\\u003eSenu!  \n\\\u003eThrust  \n\\\u003eAh!-  \n\\\u003eI hit the peak, she clamped down tightly and held. Her beak and talons clenched and the heat grew as I came.  \n\\\u003eI felt my very essence pour out. A seething energy was pushed from myself into her. I gave her everything I had, and my body was left powerless.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\\\u003eI slumped to the ground, and Senu fell forward onto my chest. As she fell, I was pulled from her with a dull and wet pop. A few drops of fluid escaped with me and struck my belly.  \n\\\u003eShe was looking as exhausted as I felt. Her beak rested on me, her wings were draped down my sides, and her feathers were a mess. She made no attempt to fix them this time.  \n\\\u003eI went under her wings with my hands and weaved them around to her back. There I held them, keeping her in a close embrace.  \n\\\u003eShe was warm and soft on my body. I felt comfortable, and tired. I wanted to rest for a moment.  \n\\\u003eBut one thing first.  \n\\\u003eSenu?  \n\\\u003eShe turned her head slightly in acknowledgement.  \n\\\u003eI wanted you to know, that if you lay an egg...  \n\\\u003eI'm eating it.  \n\\\u003e\\*peck\\*  \n\\\u003eOw!  \n  \n\n"}