Dreams of Flight
She dreamt of flight. Every night it was always the same. Her body began a transformation, inch by inch becoming covered in delicate feathers. She grew wings and in a moment of pure bliss was lifted off the ground and flung into the wind.
She relived that feeling now as she lay in the lush grass of the forest. It was the perfect placed for birds to ride the currents of the sky, and the perfect place for her to watch them. Peregrine was even named after one of those amazing gliders up there. She loved the coloring of their feathers and the delicate curve of their beaks.
This clearing was the best clearing to catch sight of one. Peregrine had worked hard to finish all her chores early and ran out at the first opportunity. She would not be missed for several hours at the very least.
Touching her chest lightly, Peregrine remembered how the feathers in her dream had felt. She ran her fingers along her neck and slowly down to her navel. Last night the dream had been so real. She'd woken up flushed and hot from the elation. Thinking of flying always gave her a warm rush along her skin and caused her to quiver in delight. Last night had almost been too much to bear.
Peregrine decided that today she would do something she'd never done before. Peregrine picked herself up and worked at the knot on the sash that held her dress snug against her form. Once removed, she let the fabric fall unaided from her shoulders to catch on her plump breasts. Mama had always said that with her bountiful bosom and curvy hips her daughter would be good breeding. Peregrine turned her nose up at that. Human men and their hair was not something that she found attractive.
The wind suddenly picked up the folds of the loose dress and slipped it down a bit further. Peregrine giggled deliriously as the wind tickers and perked her now exposed right breast. A couple wiggles of her hips helped the wind shimmy down the rest of her dress and it floated to the ground in a loft manner. Instant chills swept over the girls body as the wind swirled around and lapped at her bare skin. She vowed that this was something she would have to do more often.
Peregrine lay back down in the grass and thrust her hips out into the breeze. It caressed and chilled every crevice of her body. Pleasure sprouted from areas Peregrine could never have imagined on her own. She touched these new found places intimately and was surprised at the moan that tumbled unbidden from her lips.
Peregrine's breasts swelled as her fingers played over that sweet spot between her legs. She used one hand to tweak her nipples while the other cautiously pushed one finger into her womanhood. As she moved that finger around, the wind seeped in the gap in made and pleasantly chilled her from the inside. Warm sticky fluid dripped to the ground as she added a second and then a third finger. A brief moment of pain passed before her temperature began to skyrocket.
The cry of a solitary falcon in the sky gave Peregrine a start and she pulled her hand away from below. She examined the substance on her fingers curiously and without really knowing why, flicked her tongue across their tips. The remainder of the fluids she rubbed along her breasts and marveled at how tender they had become.
Gray eyes watched the bird above as it began to glide in circles above where she lay. She imagined herself up there with him, feeling the strong breeze keeping her aloft with minimal effort. She recalled the feeling from her dreams and plunged her fingers back into that sweet spot. Her cry of please was echoed by the falcon as she began to thrust her hand in time with her heartbeat.
The falcon tucked his wings in slightly and flew down low enough for Peregrine to be able to see his talons curled against his belly. She could also see his head. It was angled downwards as he continued to circle as if he were watching her. Peregrine was delighted to think of it this way and arched her back, throwing her chest towards him and into the sunlight. It warmed her breasts where the wind had tickled them senseless. Her fingers kept up their thrusting while the other hand began squeezing and tugging at her breasts one at a time. They were too big to do at the same time.
The falcon cried out again as if wanting more. Peregrine obliged by thrusting harder and moving her body with it. Her perked breasts swayed fluidly with each thrust. She felt something coming upon her. She didn't know what it was, but she was more than ready to receive it.
Peregrine's moans became more consistent as the falcon dipped down even lower. Now she was sure that he was watching her. She could just make out the glint of his eyes, He called out yet again and she answered him with a lusty whimper. Almost there, she could feel it. Peregrine arched her back again waiting and thrusting even faster. She was almost there.
Just as a single wave of heat started rapidly moving through her body, the falcon shot down from the sky at her as if he intended a collision. Peregrine ripped her hand away from her extremely moist privates and propped herself up on her elbows. She might have screamed at the sight in front of her were it not for the labor of trying to catch her breath.
A man was crouched a few feet away. No, he was not a man but a transformed man. He looked mostly human but certain places of his naked form were covered in feathers. They were falcon feathers. His hair was black with small brown and gray feathers weaved within those lustrous locks. A half moon of honey brown feathers covered his chest and his lower region was half hidden in short black and white ones.
Peregrine turned her attention to what else was down there. His male member was sticking out large and proud. The girl felt herself blush as she became suddenly aware that with each shuddering breath she took cause her exposed breasts to quiver and bounce. Her legs were spread wide before this falcon stranger as her juices dripped and chilled onto her buttocks.
He was watching her still. His golden eyes slide over every inch of her, drinking in everything. Two fingers absently squeezed and tugged at the tip of his powerful looking organ below. The wind ruffled his feathers gently from head to foot. Seeing that, Peregrine was overcome with an urge to touch them. She moved slowly moved slowly so as not to startle him. She moved so that she could crawl over to him on hands and knees. Her plump breasts swung and collided with one another as she inched her way over. Peregrine could feel the wetness from her earlier actions slide down her legs as she moved.
The falcon didn't move as she drew nearer. He didn't even move when she hesitantly reached out and stroked the feathers on his chest.
"Beautiful," she murmured.
The falcon dipped his head back and shivered as her hands moved down his body to feel the feathers below his navel. His breath came out in sharp gasps each time she accidentally brushed his member. She then took that member in hand and felt his whole body spasm. The falcon put his hand over hers and began gliding it up and down the shaft. Peregrine marveled at how hard it was and the way the skin moved. She fondled his balls beneath as she bent down to take that thick rod between her lips.
It was delicious. As she sucked and licked at him, Peregrine could taste the way a breezy day smelled like. The moans that emitted from the falcon now only egged her on. His hips started thrusting forward gently, pushing into the back of her throat. He reached a hand around her head and lightly grabbed a fistful of her hair.
Peregrine was driven to a near frenzy. Each thrust that shoved his hard rod deeper into her throat caused the feathers that surrounded it to brush against her face. The feeling of them drove her mad. She sucked harder at his rod and jiggled he balls within her palm. Each thrust caused her breasts to swing. Each movement enabled her to feel more warm fluid dripping between her legs.
The falcons hand tightened in her hair and he thrust forward once more. Warm salty liquid began filling her mouth. She glanced up just in time to see a set of magnificent wings burst from his back and reach out. Peregrine lapped up the remainder of his seed. His member was still rock hard.
Two strong hands suddenly pulled the girl to her feet. She has a moment to lose herself in those golden eyes of his before the falcon crushed his lips to her and enfolded their bodies in his wings. Peregrine felt herself kissing back fiercely. She wasn't so sure she was awake anymore. This was all too wonderful to be true. This was turning out to be the most intense dream she'd ever had. She kissed him hard and rubbed his still stiff member with her hand.
The falcon reached around and grabbed her buttocks with both hands. He squeezed and massaged while kissing her with just as much ferocity as she was using.
"My love," Peregrine whispered.
The falcon froze. Peregrine looked up at him in fear that she'd said the wrong thing. His big wings retracted and folded along his back. Then in one swift motion, the girl was on her back in the grass again with the falcon leaning over her. He grinned as her looked her up and down. Peregrine felt herself blushing all over again but forced herself to meet his gaze as it traveled back up to her face. He reached out and stroked the mound between her thighs. Peregrine moaned.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
Peregrine started to get up so that she could kiss him, but he pushed her back down gently and shook his head.
"My turn," he told her.
Peregrine shivered as his hands began to explore her body. His fingertips caused little jolts of pleasure everywhere they went. Her already tender breasts leapt to attention when he bent over to suck at each of her nipples. This went on for some time. Peregrine lay in the grass panting and moaning while the falcon nibbled, pinched, and suckled his way up and down her body. She wanted more.
"Please," was all she could manage to stammer out.
He understood. The falcon took one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder. Peregrine watched in fascination as he started rubbing his hard rod against her wetness. He looked up at her and grinned. As soon as she grinned back he plunged himself inside of her. Peregrine's cry echoed out into the clearing. She clutched his shoulders as the falcon began a slow thrust. This was so much better than her fingers had been.
With each thrust, Peregrine could feel those same feathers from before brushing against her mound. He was so hard and stretched her wide. She wiggled her other leg out to the side and allowed him to plunge in deeper. The wings on his back suddenly shot out to either side as his thrusts became swifter. They caused wing shaped shadows on the ground on either side of Peregrine. She giggled delightfully to see this.
The falcon's thrusts became harder. Peregrine could feel that pressure building as it did earlier. She grabbed her breasts that were bouncing with each thrust the falcon drove into her and squeezed. She used two fingers to tweak her nipples and make them reach out as far as they would go.
The falcon watched, seemingly excited by seeing her stimulate her own anatomy. He tucked his body close to her and his thrusts became wild. Peregrine could feel every inch of him slamming into her over and over. The growing feeling inside was stronger now. She could hardly contain her excitement.
Almost there. She could feel it. She moaned louder and dug her nails into his back. He bent his head down and sucked and bit at her nipples again. Peregrine was beside herself. Her body writhed and bucked beneath him. She rocked opposite his movement so that his thrusts went that much deeper. Almost there.
"Do you want wings?" the falcon whispered in her ear.
"Yes," she mumbled.
"I can't hear you," he growled, his movement becoming a blue or movement.
"Yes!" Peregrine cried out.
Waves of ecstasy rolled through her body and caused it to spasm. At the same time, she felt the falcon's body shake and fill her with more of the precious seed. His body collapsed on top of her and she held him as the pleasure rocked them both. She felt him pull out of her and sighed happily as he nestled his body against hers.
Peregrine dreamt of flight. She was high in the sky floating on the currents.
The sun was directly overhead when she opened her eyes. She squinted and could just make out a solitary falcon circling above. So it had been a dream after all. Peregrine felt the disappointment sink in.
Sighing, the girl stood and tried to brush the grass from her dress. She froze when her hand brushed skin instead of fabric. One quick glance down confirmed the lack of clothing. Peregrine's hand flew between her legs. Where hair had been before was not a soft set of feathers. The brown hair cascading down her back was now littered with feather as well.
The falcon swooped down out of the air and changed in front of her. His wings extended on either side of his body as if he were poised.
"What do you think?" he asked happily.
"I have feathers," Peregrine replied.
"You're one of us now," the falcon said as he reached forward to pull her close to him.
"But I don't have wings."
The falcon lifted her up to wrap her legs around his waist. Peregrine thought he was going to hug her and started to lean forward for it. She wasn't expecting it when he slammed his hard rod back into her again. She cried out in a mixture of surprise and intense pleasure as he used his hands to lift and drop her back down onto his member. Chills shot up her spine as she rode him. Her breasts pumped up and down and she used her thighs to help control the thrusts.
Peregrine could feel her climax coming faster this time. Something about their feathers grinding together and the feel of her new feathery hair along her back was thrilling. The waves of immeasurable pleasure hit her like a stone wall. Her body shuddered violently and with a few last hard thrusts the falcon shot his seed into her once again.
Then it happened. Two giant wings sprung from Peregrine's back and arched over the two lovers.
"Your wings, my love," he falcon whispered as he kissed her neck.
"Can we fly?" Peregrine asked excitedly.
"Forever"
Within minutes, Peregrine learned the transformation process. She leapt into the air and let the wind throw her up into the blue. She and the falcon flew together, riding the waves of the above. Just like those dreams of flight.