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A Tale of Two Raptors

By RaptorBlue010 (Krkthal010 and Velkaden (Carpi)

Krkthal couldn't decide whether he was excited or scared out of his mind. Today was June 22, 2054 and it was the day Krkthal was getting married. Krkthal had been in love with a good friend for almost a year now. His friend and soon-to-be mate was a green and brown _Deinonychus_named Izea, the twin sister of Ixerin, the famous Mesozoican artist. She was a lovely member of Generation Alpha, Batch C, and was sixteen years old. Just a year older than Krkthal, and around 22 in Mesozoican years of maturity; she was young and full of wit and humor, but took life in a cool seriousness beyond her years. She, like her sister, was an excellent artist, as her and Ixerin's mother was a great Human artist from Minnesota, and taught them everything she knew.

Krkthal had first met her at an art convention at the M. H. de Young Memorial Museum in San Francisco, California, while he was visiting his father, Chris, one of the founding fathers of Mesozoica, who resided in the state. He was immediately impressed by her realistic depictions of prehistoric wildlife, but oftentimes she incorporated styles of famous Human artists like Van Gogh and Picasso, unlike her Human mother who specifically did paleo art for scientific purposes.

Regardless, Izea's art could be found in numerous scientific publications, textbooks, and even children's literature, both Human and Mesozoican. More than her art and history, Krkthal was immediately attracted to the female raptor's lithe physique and witty personality.

Krkthal was currently making sure his ceremonial necklace, which Chris had helped him make, was all ready to be given to Izea as a symbol of marriage, and that his grey, blue, and tan feathers were freshly preened and that any dirty or matted feathers were either straightened, or cleaned. He made sure to put on his finest diaper, as he was completely incontinent -- an affliction attributed to the experimental nature of the genetic modifications that converted the Gallus gallus domesticus into the sapient raptors known as Mesozoicans. As accidental as the genetic malformation was, it was confirmed to be incurable without further advances in gene therapy tech. Over his diaper, he threw on a special shawl called a kvuthir. It was patterned like a Mexican blanket, and served to provide some form of finer attire than just a diaper. He snapped the clasp around his neck and tail, and made sure it was draped over his arms, back, and tail sufficiently enough to somewhat conceal his diaper, whilst still making changes easy. The garb had been conceived years ago when Krkthal was only three by his father to provide him with a garment other than his diaper. The article of clothing had quickly become popular among Mesozoicans and was named the Kvuthir.

As rental cars suited for a Mesozoican's body shape and tail were rare, Krkthal was being chauffeured by his father, who had modified the back of an old Ford van to accommodate Krkthal's three and a half meter body, while still providing room to sit comfortably and be driven by a Human.

A voice from the living room sounded that it was time to leave. "Krkthal, it's 12:30, and the ceremony starts at 1:00! It took me forever to contact a pastor willing to marry a Mesozoican, and we don't want to keep him waiting!" Chris shouted down the hall.

Chris had hired an old friend, his childhood pastor, Matt VanCleave, who had been a good friend of Chris's for years. When Chris reached out to Matt, knowing that despite being _very_Christian, he supported everyone's right to marriage: black, white, straight, gay, etc. Upon hearing that Chris wanted to have a pastor officiate the marriage for his adoptive Mesozoican son, and the majority of churches not supporting Mesozoican marriage, Matt readily obliged.

Krkthal finished putting on and fitting the kvuthir in the full body mirror he had in his bathroom, and hurried into the living room, where Chris was waiting with the car keys.

"Wow, you look sharp," Chris said as he looked over his son. The muted earth tones of his kvuthir complemented Krkthal's steel grey plumage perfectly.

"Same for you, Dad," Krkthal replied. Chris had opted for the timeless combination of a black suit jacket, white dress shirt, black trousers and a plain dark blue tie.

"Ready for your big day?"

Krkthal nodded and followed Chris to the driveway where the van, freshly washed and waxed, gleamed under the California sun. Chris opened the hatchback door for Krkthal to enter and shut it after him.

Chris then climbed into the driver's seat, started up the engine and pulled out of the driveway and onto the main road. The sequoia and redwood trees of Northern California made an absolutely gorgeous (some would say prehistoric) backdrop.

The gorgeous scenery evoked something inside the young Deinonychus. He recalled that the sequoia and redwoods were an ancient family that dated back to the Mesozoic era. He mulled over how appropriate it was that his marriage ceremony was to be located among trees that have been around since the raptors originally walked the continent millions of years ago.

Krkthal's thoughts were soon interrupted by the car stopping. Chris opened the door for Krkthal to step out. When he did so, he looked around. They were in a dirt parking lot surrounded by the majestic redwoods. The spot was the Paul Dimmick Campground, but it was unoccupied today. Also in the lot were a couple of unfamiliar vehicles.

As he steppedaway from the vehicle, a young, bright and freshly feminine voice that was clearly that of a raptor's could be heard from across the clearing. Krkthal immediately recognized the voice as Ixerin's, and if Ixerin was here, most likely so was Izea. Before he could head over to the origin of the voice, a different, human voice that was quite familiar distracted him.

"Krkthal, it's nice to see how you've grown!" The voice came from an older Asian man sipping a glass of a pinkish fizzy liquid.

"Uncle Erik!" Krkthal exclaimed as he approached the man. "So glad you could make it!"

"I wouldn't dare miss such an historic event." Erik offered his hand for the Deinonychus to sniff and take in his scent.

Krkthal snuffled at the offered hand and looked up at the Human. "I know you wouldn't." The raptor's mouth was relaxed and open in the distinctive Mesozoican smile.

There was the sound of Ixerin calling for Krkthal again.

Erik chuckled softly as he took a sip of the spicy soda. "Go on, best not keep her waiting."

The young Dein chittered in amusement. "Yeah, I can't get cold feet now." He then left the older scientist and headed to what would serve as the pulpit and stage for the ceremony -- a simple clearing with the great trunk of a fallen redwood as the backdrop. The only sign that this wasn't a fully natural clearing were the rocks and logs that had been set up as chairs. The scent of the leaf litter and forest hung in the air.

Erik watched as Krkthal headed to the "stage". He smiled and took another sip of the soda. "Seems like yesterday I was teaching him about photosynthesis and playing hide-and-seek with him."

Sitting on a stone near the stage was Krkthal's soon-to-be sister-in-law, Ixerin. Krkthal sat down beside her and started a conversation.

Erik looked over at the open bar which was a bunch of ice chests and trays set up next to acouple of folding tables. The redwoods were serving as shade and the forest breeze was cool and carried the scent of a variety of local plant life. There was some lively conversation going between the Humans and Mesozoicans who were enjoying the cool breeze.

As Erik stood in line, he noticed that practically all of the drinks were a collaborative effort between Greenfield Genetics and the first Mesozoican owned winery: Cretaceous Cellars, which was based in the nearby wine production hotspot of Napa County.

"What will it be?" the bartender asked as he quickly poured out a glass of a dark red, pungent wine and passed it off to a large man. The bottle had a label indicating that it was wine made from a fruit that was created by Greenfield geneticists in an attempt to mimic the oldest member of the grape family, discovered in India back in 2013.

"Just some seltzer and Mesozoic magnolia extract," Erik replied.

"Coming up." The bartender's actions were fluid and swift, and in under a minute, the pinkish fizzy drink was poured over the ice cubes in the glass and embellished with a magnolia petal.

Erik took a drink. Unlike the current magnolia extracts, the Mesozoic version was not as lemony, and more reminiscent of ginger and allspice but with a distinctive green-woody undertone.

He then took a seat on one of the fallen logs and waited for the ceremony to begin.

Krkthal finished up his conversation with Ixerin and looked around for Izea but she must've been getting ready in the RV parked in the lot, which he assumed was hers. He would've knocked on the RV's door, but judging by the light on in the small bathroom window, she was indisposed at the moment.

Krkthal went to sit on a bench nearby. Suddenly the sound of digital bells could be heard from the speakers set up by the "stage."

Krkthal sprang up and quickly brushed over his feathers before heading to the stage.

The "stage" was very minimally decorated. Just some flowers and additional plants to accentuate the fallen redwood tree behind them. The podium was also in place and the numerous guests were seated and waiting for Izea, Krkthal and Pastor VanCleave to arrive.

And it was not a moment too soon, both Izea and Krkthal walked onto the stage. Both of them were dressed in beautifully patterned kvuthirs and their plumage practically shone in the forest light.

An elderly man dressed in a suit and tie walked up to the podium. One could easily assume him to be one of the guests but the Bible in his hands clearly identified him as the priest for this ceremony.

When he gently placed the Bible on the podium, the smallcrowd grew silent. "We are gathered here today to witness an unprecedented and monumental event. Over twenty years ago, when we first made contact with another sapient species, no one would have thought that it would be our own creation. While the path has been long and difficult, we have done our best to grant these creatures the lives that they deserve as children of God. As I see it, if God made us capable of science, then it was his intention for us to eventually create life in his name. And so it is today that we celebrate the joining of male and female in the bonds of marriage, as has been the natural course of life for as long as life has been."

Pastor VanCleave then turned to Krkthal. "Do you, Krkthal, take Izea to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

The Dein bobbed his head and spoke. "I do."

Pastor VanCleave then turned to Izea. "Do you, Izea, take Krkthal to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Izea nodded. "I do."

"Do you, Izea and Krkthal promise to stand by each other through circumstances trying and blessed? And until death do you part?"

The two raptors simultaneously turned to Pastor VanCleave and simultaneously spoke.

"I do."

Pastor VanCleave nodded. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now exchange nuptial necklaces."

Krkthal gently picked up his necklace that was on the velvet cloth that was laid out on the podium. The clear blue stone embraced by a filigree of silver gleamed in the muted light that filtered through the redwood canopy. At the same time, Izea picked up her necklace.

The two Deins approached each other and gently slid the necklaces over the other's head, taking care not to bend any feathers. When they did so, they gently nuzzled each other's snouts and snuffled in each other's scents.

The rest of the ceremony and subsequent reception felt like a blur to Krkthal. Before he knew it, it was time to head home and he was saying goodbye to Chris and Izea's relatives and Erik.

"Izea, why don't you and I drive the RV back to my father's place for a while, at least until you and I figure out living arrangements, considering I live in Utah," Krkthal said.

"Sure thing, let's get you into the back, since I traded out the passenger seat for more Mesozoican comfort," Izea replied.

Soon Krkthal was situated on a special Mesozoican bench in the well furnished RV, in which art supplies and pieces of artwork in various stages of completion were carefully arranged.

He held on as he felt the vehicle shift into gear, and soon they were following Chris's Ford down Highway 128. Krkthal was just nodding off when he felt the RV slow down and pull off the main road onto a long stone brick road through the forest. Soon they arrived at the estate, which was marked by a wall and a large gate, which was designed after the Jurassic Park gate complete with the stone archway

Topping the arch was a coat of arms and the signature calligraphic D, marking that this was the Delameter Estate. The gate itself was large and made of curved pieces of bronze overlaying a darker metal fencelike door. Flanking the gate were two large granite_Utahraptor_ statues positioned where gargoyles or lion statues would be located. Chris had designed the gate to be magnetically locked and held in place with four three inch deadbolts that mechanically extended into slots in the opposing gate. While still retaining its beauty, it was a formidable security measure. The monetary value of the mansion, its contents and Chris's three favorite cars alone would have mandated such security but more valuable than anything else was what was locked in the vaults below the mansion: all the gathered knowledge of Mesozoica, and a minilab/clean room beneath the house where Chris continued to research into furthering the study of prehistoric genomics. Chris pressed a button in his car which was a specially added transponder with a unique frequency to open the gate. Krkthal had one, and so did a few of Chris's relatives. The gates slowly, yet incredibly smoothly slid open on their well oiled hinges and soon they were inside the perimeter fence, which like Jurassic Park, was electrified, mostly to keep out the forest's wildlife but also to ward off stalkers, thieves and other uninvited guests. They drove to the front parking plaza, but made a left down into a depression to the north of the house. There, they entered a large semi-underground garage, which was nicely kept hidden in the hillside the house was situated on. This was explicitly modeled on the loading dock where the famous dinosaur escape scene from Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom took place. Inside was quite large and easily accommodated the RV, along with a modified Lamborghini Aventador, an old Ford Raptor truck with a custom paint job consisting of a grey body and a blue and white stripe running from a painted eye by the front fender to the back of the bed. It was Chris's favorite truck he had wanted since he was a teen; it was named after its inspiration: Ol' Blue. The third vehicle was a 2017 Ford GT, which Chris loved to drive down the sparsely trafficked country roads and highways of Mendocino and Napa County.

Izea shut off the RV's engine and put the vehicle into park. The newlyweds unbuckled themselves and stepped out into the cool, well-litsubterranean atmosphere of the garage. She looked around. She could smell the scent of high octane racing fuel and car wax. "Well, this is quite something," she said.

"Well,unless you're a bit of a gearhead like me, this is the ugly part," Chris said as he got out of his car and headed over to a door that led to a stairwell that connected to the mansion.

The two raptors followed the Human and after a short walk, they emerged into the majestic foyer of the mansion. The late afternoon California sun shone in through the windows, illuminating the many artifacts and various treasures that Chris had accumulated over the years.

"Welcome to the Delameter Estate," Chris said as he swept his arms out.

"It's gorgeous!" Izea exclaimed. Her mouth was open in the Mesozoican smile that indicated her pleasure at the beautiful surroundings. The centerpiece of the foyer was a sculpture of a Mesozoican hand intertwined with a Human hand. A bronze plaque on it indicated that it was a gift from a Mesozoican sculptor.

"Hey Izea, let's get changed, and then do you want to hang out in the library?" Krkthal asked. "Don't worry, it's not nearly as boring as it sounds."

"Sure! Uhh, where do you wanna change? I'm pretty soggy," Izea said as she pulled up her kvuthir and patted her yellowed and saggy diaper.

"Yeah, I'm wet and kinda messy too. There's a changing table in my room."

The wooden stairs led up to the four upper floors, and the fifth floor which housed Chris's room.

Krkthal clicked his claws as he looked at the room. "Well, Izea, I guess it would be appropriate to show you to my room."

The female Dein nodded. "I would be honored."

The male raptor then headed up the stairs with Izea following him. When they reached the second floor landing, they were greeted by a painting of a white dragon sitting on a cliff by the sea. The signature said Ciruelo.

He then opened the wooden door directly in front of the staircase. The room inside was marked by a large nest of pillows and blankets in the center of the room. A wooden nightstand was next to the nest.

Izea immediately recognized the paintings decorating the room as her work. She nodded in appreciation.

And of course, a polished wood changing table sized for an adult Deinonychus in the corner. With plenty of diapers to spare.

After changing in Krkthal's room, they headed downstairs and down the hall to a pair of large ornate wooden doors. The sign over the door read "Grand Library". They opened the doors to reveal a large and ornately decorated room with a high glass dome as a ceiling. Hanging from the beams under the dome were several large alabaster stone shaded lights that emitted a soft, pleasing ambient light. The evening sky shone through the glass roof.

An ornate grandfather clock near the entrance indicated that it was 5:00 PM. Along the right wall was a huge array of bookshelves that stretched eight feet up the wall. Next to the bookshelves in one part was an alcove with a large flatscreen television and stereo system with a fairly nice record turntable. To the right of the TV alcove was a glass cabinet that contained Chris's DVD and Blu-Ray movie collection and on the lower shelves, his vinyl LP record collection. In front of the TV was a low glass and metal coffee table and a large and very soft dark red couch.

In the center of the room was a large glass display case with a large model sailing ship in it. To the left was another display stand, this one with a peculiar model submarine, the plaque on the stand read "Nautilus from Jules Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (Disney Interpretation)". The far left wall was mostly bookshelves, only separated by a large stone fireplace, mantle, and chimney. Above the fireplace was a painted portrait of Chris's grandfather Bill, and another old man whom Krkthal knew was Chris's other grandfather Carl. Sadly, both had died when he was still very young. Below the painting was a pair of crossed swords on display with a coat of arms. The seal was a large stylized D and a pair of dromaeosaurid dinosaurs of an unspecified species. In front of the fireplace were two large comfy armchairs, custom made with holes in the backrests for Mesozoican access. The end table between the two chairs was topped with a beautiful Tiffany lamp with a blue, green, and red stained glass shade.

The far end of the room had display stands and cases displaying Chris's private collection of fossils. There was his first major fossil he got when he was 17, a beautifully cut and polished section of an Apatosaurus femur. There were his other early collection pieces like his Mosasaur_tooth in a chunk of sandstone matrix, a _Spinosaurus moroccanus tooth, and a small, slightly iridescent ammonite. There were various paintings on the far wall, a particularly beautiful one of an old sailing ship on a stormy sea. There were a few large tapestries of various shapes, sizes, and origins and a large four foot tall, roughly five foot long red cinnabar statue of a dragon. There were several paintings of scenes from The Lord of The Rings and an old ship's binnacle.

"So, you like the place?" Krkthal asked. "My father's spent his life building his collection, most of which is in this room."

"I love it! He's got great taste in art and decor!" Izea exclaimed.

Krkthal sat Izea down in front of the TV on the wonderfully comfy couch, which was designed with a couple of notches in the back of the couch for Mesozoican tails, while still remaining comfortable to Humans.

"You wanna watch a movie from my father's collection?" Krkthal asked

"Oh yes!" Izea exclaimed. "What do you have in mind?"

"I have an old favorite that my father loves. It's an older movie, made before my father was born in the nineteen nineties, but it will always ring true. It's James Cameron's Titanic. It's a really long movie though, so get ready to stay up late," Krkthal said.

"Ooh! It sounds exciting! I've read about the Titanic, there were some major art pieces on board that were lost forever." Izea said.

Krkthal walked over to a small mirror, which was set into an alcove with glass shelves. Adorning the shelves were various kinds of glasses and a small sink set in a granite countertop. He opened a wooden cabinet, revealing it to be filled with various forms of alcoholic beverages. Krkthal grabbed a bottle labeled Laphroaig Scotch whisky, which contained a pale amber liquid. He grabbed a pair of glasses, brought back the bottle and glasses to the little end table and set them down. He then walked over to the glass cabinet, opened it and proceeded to search through Chris's movie collection. Upon searching the "Adult Classics Section", he found the movie, which Chris owned as a vintage, special edition Blu-Ray.

Krkthal closed the cabinet and powered up Chris's Blu-Ray/DVD player. He grabbed the remote for the TV and powered it up as well. He carefully extracted the valuable disk from its case and inserted it into the player'sslot, ringed with blue LEDs, which pulled the disk in.

Hesat down on the couch next to Izea and pressed play upon reaching the movie's menu. He leaned into Izea and gave her a playful lick on the snout. She giggled and licked him back on his cheek. Krkthal poured her some of the whisky and handed her the glass, meanwhile he poured himself a bit of the amber liquid. Soon,they were settled into the movie.

***

Krkthal yawned as the movie came to a close. He snuggled up to Izea and gave her neck feathers a little ruffle.

"It's late dear, and we should get to bed," Krkthal said softly in her ear.

"I'm tired too, let's head up to your room," Izea responded.

Krkthal shut off the TV and replaced the movie in its spot in the glass cabinet.

He then replaced the now partly depleted bottle and washed the glasses by hand. They shut the lights in the library and headed upstairs. On the way they caught Chris, who was just leaving his study to head to sleep.

"Izea and I are headed to bed, see you in the morning Dad!" Krkthal said.

Chris, half asleep, waved a hand in reply. "Goodnight Krkthal, hope you and Izea sleep well! Hope you liked the movie!"

"It was wonderful!" Izea said.

"Thanks, I'm sure we'll sleep quite fine Dad." Krkthal yawned.

Soon they were back in Krkthal's room.

It was at about this point that Krkthal began to notice his now quite saggy diaper. After lounging in the library with Izea, the ample amounts of alcohol he had consumed had found its way into his diaper.

"Uhh Izea. Could you maybe lend me a claw? I kinda need a change," Krkthal asked, the small amounts of unfeathered flesh around his muzzle turning red in a blush.

"No problem dear, and afterwards it looks like I'm going to need a changie too," Izea responded, lifting her kvuthir and patting her now quite yellowed padding, which audibly squished.

Krkthal carefully took off his own kvuthir and hung it up on a hook. His own sodden Cretaceous Comforts diaper sagged and swayed as he climbed up onto the changing table. The Dein laid down and spread his legs.

"Cretaceous Comforts, huh? Good taste." Izea reached into the shelves underneath the table and came out with a fresh diaper in hand.

A mischievous smirk came across the female raptor's muzzle as she gave Krkthal's swollen diaper a firm, teasing squeeze, making him squeak in embarrassment. "My, someone's soggy!"

The scent of urine and powder grew stronger as Izea undid the four tapes at the waist of Krkthal's diaper and pulled the front away from his groin. Krkthal gave an audible sniff, secretly enjoying the scent. She began to wipe the urine off with plenty of wipes.

Izea of course, heard him audibly sniffing. "You sure do like the smell of your wet diapers don't you?"

The male Dein said nothing but allowed Izea to clean him up. He clicked his teeth as she gently applied ointment around his cloaca. Powder was soon applied and gently rubbed into his feathers. She then balled up his wet diaper and slid the new diaper under his rump. Izea then pulled the front of the diaper up between his legs and did up the four tapes. She carefully rolled him onto his side and did up the two tail tapes.

"All done!" she exclaimed as she gave his diaper a firm rub.

"Thanks!" Krkthal got up off the table and nuzzled Izea.

"My turn now!"

Izea promptly removed and hung up her kvuthir, and then proceeded to lie down on the changing table. Krkthal then began to change her.

When Krkthal unfolded the front of Izea's puffy and yellowed diaper, he couldn't help but notice her unusually pink and swollen cloaca. He immediately began to feel a twinge within his own organ.

As he continued to change her, amidst the smell of urine and powder, she caught a whiff of masculine arousal, a scent which was both pungent yet inviting.

"I see you're in a good mood!" Izea said, eyeing him lewdly.

"Uhhh, yeah, you noticed," Krkthal replied shyly, clicking his claws together.

"Oh c'mon, don't lie to me. You want me. Let me tell you something, I want you!"

Krkthal couldn't help but grow more aroused at Izea's offer.

As soon as Krkthal finished cleaning her up, before he could get her a new diaper, she shifted herself off of the table and rubbed herself against Krkthal.

"C'mon silly, take that thing off and let's have a good night. Besides, Mesozoican custom dictates we're not technically a couple until we've mated. Besides, I'm not in season right now, so I won't have eggs."

Already pent up from Izea's teasing, Krkthal immediately removed his diaper despite having just been changed into it, exposing his slightly protruding phallus from his cloaca. Izea laid down in Krkthal's large floor nest of pillows and blankets. Krkthal laid down and snuggled up next to her.

Krkthal and Izea embraced each other, Krkthal nuzzled into Izea's breast feathers. Izea then did something unexpected. She nudged Krkthal's head out of her feathers until they looked eye to eye.

"Yes dearie?" Krkthal asked.

"I love you Krk, I love you and I want you to know just how much I care about you." Suddenly she opened her mouth and pressed her muzzle over Krkthal's in an intimate, yet wonderful kiss. Krkthal opened his muzzle and they kissed for what felt like an eternity, their tongues touching in the raptor equivalent of a full-on French Kiss.

Izea was the first to break their kiss. "That was just a taste of how much I love you, the true scale of my love has yet to be expressed, I think that maybe I could show you, but I need to ask you if you're ready to love me fully, to let go of all restraint and make love to me."

"I give you my word, I will love you until our days are done, until the world is grey and our time has been utterly spent, yet on death's door I shall love you no less than this moment that we share right now. I want to love you all the way, I want to make love to you until we both lie fully spent on this bed with no doubt between us that we are mates. Now let me ask you, are you sure you want to do this? I know you're not in season right now so you won't have eggs, but I still want to ask."

"Krkthal, I want to have you in my life forever, and right now, I want to show you the full extent of my love," Izea replied as she gently touched the male raptor's feathery chest.

"Then let us make love, and enjoy ourselves until we've both had our climax." He snuggled up to Izea.

Izea nuzzled into Krkthal's feathery chest, inhaling the masculine and alluring scent of his arousal. Her own cloaca began to dampen further as she took in his scent. She rumbled softly as she slowly rubbed herself on Krkthal's organ.

He gasped softly and rumbled in pleasure as he felt himself grow more erect. A tingle went up from his cloaca to his spine as she stimulated him. His phallus, moist with his natural lubricant had extended fully from his cloaca. He gently moved Izea's long, stiff tail aside and slid himself into her.

Krkthal gasped at the sensation of her warmth around him, her cloacal walls tightly clenching around his length. "Ohhhh, yes, Izea," Krkthal purred softly.

Izeasqueaked as Krkthal entered her. She began to get even wetter as he slid further into her most intimate parts. A low, pleased rumble emanated from her as she felt Krkthal hilt himself, his length fully within her moist folds. Already she could smell the heady scent of arousal from both of them and there was even a small wet spot on the blankets from her juices.

Krkthal grabbed her shoulders with his hands gently, but firmly, then began sliding his penis in and out of her cloaca, flexing his tailbase and gently thrusting his hips to fully bury his length into her. Each thrust sent the sensation of an electrical heat up his shaft and through his body. As he gradually increased the pace of his ministrations, he could feel the fiery heat of an impending orgasm slowly but surely rising up through his body. Izea was enjoying herself too, starting to push back on every one of Krkthal's thrusts.

Izea's moaning could soon be heard above the music and the lewd wet schlick of Krkthal's cock sliding in and out of her was equally audible.

Krkthal edged closer and closer to the brink, almost unable to contain his ecstasy.

In a sudden gush of her cloacal fluid, Izea orgasmed, her body spasmed and she gave a loud moan of pure feminine pleasure, her inner walls contracting firmly around Krkthal's phallus, sending him over the edge.

In one final thrust, Krkthal could hold himself back no longer, and in a sound of pure raptorian ecstasy, he came, gushing his thick, white Deinonychus seed into Izea's cloaca, powerful contractions sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. He shuddered as he emptied his load into Izea. "Ungghhh, I love you Izea!" he moaned. His penis throbbed with each contraction, pumping Izea to the brim with his copious amounts of raptor jizz.

"I love you too dear!" Izea exclaimed between ragged pants as she rode the ecstasy of her orgasm.

After what felt like the longest, most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced, Krkthal, having spent the last of his seed, relaxed his muscles and collapsed onto the bedding, his cock still deep inside Izea's cloaca.

Izea fell beside him as they lay facing each other, their intimate parts still joined, his maleness buried within her warm folds. Krkthal's cock, despite its swelling, had failed to prevent a fair amount of his seed from spilling past Izea's cloaca and onto the bedding in a white pool.

The two raptors laid there for an indeterminable amount of time, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

Krkthal eventually pulled his member out of Izea's cloaca, eliciting a loud shlik, and a large amount of cum and female raptor juices dribbled out of Izea's gaping cloacal slit.

Soon the two of them, tired from the day and fully spent from their ministrations cleaned up their bedding, replaced their diapers, turned out the lights, and snuggled against each other's warmth.

"That was the best time I think I've ever had," Krkthal said softly.

"It was for me too. Now let's go to sleep, we have much to do ahead of us," Izea replied, nuzzling her new mate.

Before long Izea had fallen asleep on her side, her feathers fluffed out in the classic manner of a sleeping raptor and Krkthal laid staring at her sleeping form, reminding himself of how grateful he was to have her now, and wondering what was ahead for them. Suddenly the silence was broken by the faint sound of running water.

Krkthal poked his head up towards the bathroom, but the sound was not coming from the room. He then came to the realization that Izea was soaking her padding. Content that nothing was out of place, he laid down and relaxed next to her, their diapers pressed against each other, and soon he fell into a deep sleep, his tired form relaxed onto their bed of pillows and blankets, his mind resting assured knowing that after a year, they were finally and truly together forever, with a bright future.

...THE END...

"I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone."

~ Arwen, from J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

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