A Thief's Trials: The Phoenix's Feather
#9 of A Thief's Trials
The next chapter is going to be the last. It's been a great run!
Tenja felt the change before it truly moved over her body. Her stomach started to clench down at the feel of the heat blossoming outwards to all parts of her body. It was forced through her veins in a rush that made her open her lips and threaten to cry out until she remembered she was held in the tight coils of the great Naga. She swallowed her cry as the fur started to pull back from her body and melted into her body. Though as she felt her fingers separating from the thick cloven hooves, she realized she remained on the very edge of desire. It seemed to pulse through her and made her skin feel flushed as the wiry fur pulled back to show the smooth tender human form.
Like a butterfly pulling free from its chrysalis her form emerged while the coils loosened around her more slender body. Her hair fell into her eyes as she froze and swallowed a great gasp of air and looked at the heavy scales that were wrapped around her. The ancient form of the Naga seemed to still remain at sleep, the sides rose and fell with his steady breathing. The thick sharp ruffling musk of snake made her wrinkle her nose backwards in reaction. It was worse that it clung to her body like some foul perfume that she had applied to herself. She forced her mind away from those thoughts; there lay the path of panic. She couldn't afford to panic, not if she wished to escape here without being killed by an enraged serpent.
The thief moved with all the silence that put her former attempts at robbery to shame. She realized that without clothing and shoes she was almost as quiet as a cat. That certainly explained for a few of her acquaintances being caught in compromising situations by the authorities. Even as she thought that a smile pulled at the edges of her mouth. She owed a few people apologies it would seem, or at least a round at the pub. Her form pulled its way out of the coils, carefully picking her way to where the most slender of the coils were pulled together. She wriggled pulled herself over the snakes body as silently as she could and landed on the rich feeling of the forest floor.
Tenja froze as she stared at the glory of the form coiled so close to her. She had once listened to her mother tell stories of the wyrm that held the world within its coils. For the span of a heart beat she felt as if she could believe it. That somehow this great beast held the world in its grasp. The scales were all larger than her spread hand and it was only once she'd taken a step back that she saw the darker pattern of diamonds along his back. The beast seemed immeasurably long and although she recalled being unable to figure out his color earlier, he now seemed a milky coloration. A rich cream color that was overlaid with a dusting of silver except behind his head where the folded hood showed splashes of dark reddish-brown.
She forced herself to look away from the fascination she felt with the creature. It would do her no good and could kill her. She drew in a breath and looked around the clearing with a desperate air. The Mage had told her to gather the beast's venom, but he hadn't given her anything to gather it in. A memory of that venom burning in her veins made a tremor run down her spine and she drew in a shaking breath. It wasn't any poison as she recalled it. The way it had robbed her of her senses and forced her to be wrapped in desire made her cheeks burn hot. Curse Illthar, curse him into the last hells in all the world!
She extended her search outwards towards the edges of the bush and groped around the ground trying to find even a curved bit of rock that might hold it. Her frustration started to mount before she slid her way almost soundlessly beneath the heavy overhang of some of the bushes. She stopped and felt her heart give a lurch in her stomach as she hovered on the edge of what must have once been a modest home. The walls that had formed the bulk of the building had long sense been taken back into the jungles ungentle keeping, what was left made her mouth dry. The walls hid much of the riches, but the flash of gold and the slight glitter of gems in rich ruby and emerald made her inch closer.
She dropped down and carefully pried a heavy gold bracelet from the wreckage and ran her fingers against the metal. When she curled her nail against it she almost made a shocked sound to feel the metal bend beneath the nail and dimple inwards. It was almost pure gold. She moved her hand down to pick out the next piece to admire when she saw the gape left from the jewelry revealed a gleam of ivory. Her mind went at first to more jewelry, but the even ridges that rose made her hand hover and then shift some of the rubble away from the area before snatching it. Sightless eye sockets stared up at her from the mound of treasure, the jaw gaped open in a silent scream. She'd been staring at the white polished teeth, mistaking them for a carved piece of jewelry.
The rush of greed she'd felt at seeing the gleaming jewels turned into a hard cold knot in her stomach as she sucked in a breath. The skull had a hole just above the brow that was almost perfectly round. She could imagine what had made that piercing blow that had killed whoever this had been. She dropped the bracelet and shook her head back and forth. Some prizes weren't worth the risk, she was already risking her life for her freedom. Her luck was with her in that as she stood up she found a chipped bit of pottery that was still mostly in one piece. She clutched it as she stood up and glanced back towards where she had left the snake coiled up asleep.
She made her way to the beast slowly, her fingers clutched the pottery so tightly that she could feel her fingers turning white as she kept up her death grip. The very idea of the beast waking up made her heart pound faster until she could taste the beat of it against the bake of her throat. The creatures head was broad and scaled with smaller harder plates then the rest of the body. She could see the fold of skin just on its forehead that overlapped the large pearl that legend said held a dark god. Not for the first time she'd questioned the way that she'd ended up in this position. She dropped down into a crouch and moved her hand down along the hard lips to find the fang rested against the underside of the jaw.
She kept her eyes on the slumbering creatures face as she wrapped her hand around the base of the hollow fang. The small pot she placed down just under the great tooth while she tried to puzzle out how to coax the venom from him. The last thing she wanted was to prick herself on it and feel that venom coursing through her body again. The idea of what she might attempt if she felt that desire rush through her made her pale. It was by accident that she shifted and pulled against the fang. The hollow tooth pulled just a hair forward before thick milky beads of venom welled out of the tip and splashed down into the jar she'd placed beneath him. The scent of it was slightly like vanilla and sweet, despite herself she started to breath faster and wet her lips with a brush of her soft pink tongue. She was not growing aroused just by this scent.
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Illthar paced the edges of his study with almost jerky movements of his legs. His mind was filled with turmoil that threatened to boil over. He kept his eyes firmly away from the obsidian bowl on the middle of the table and the coiled scaled form there. Yet each time he passed by a stiffening of his body revealed his emotions. His eyes flickered towards the widow and the slanting beam of light that moved its way slowly across the ground. What was taking that girl? She had been gone for hours! He was brought up short by a hissing voice.
"She comes." Rufus lifted his head from the obsidian bowl and the Mage's eyes sought out his Familiar's for an instant and a cold sense of dread clutched his stomach.
The Salamander was going downhill fast. It seemed as if the magic were being leeched out of his body with each breath that he took. The stain of darkness had spread along the line of his spine and trickled to each side of his ribcage. The scales that pulsed with his inner fire only made the darkness that much more pronounced. He had tried to wrap his magic in a shield around Rufus, but it couldn't prevent the flames from striking the vulnerable scales. The lizard like creature had finally been forced to retreat from the fire he loved as the burns had grown worse. It was supposed to be immortal, yet the injuries ran all the way to its tail. Illthar opened his mouth to answer when there was a crack almost like thunder.
The pale naked form of Tenja appeared before him, crouched close to the ground with one of her hands gripping a piece of pottery. The pottery itself was unremarkable, but what it held made him stride forward to the girl regardless of how she stumbled back. It held a milky liquid that seemed to gleam like an opal turned into liquid. As the light reached the liquid it threw off all the colors of the rainbow and despite his age he felt a surge run through his body. The scent of it was sweet and thick, it melted on the tongue like some forbidden dessert. He took a moment to swallow and let out a breath before he looked up into the glaring eyes of the girl.
"There...what do you want with it?" Her voice was rough and almost cracked with accusation. He raised a brow as she used her hand to cover herself, her reddened face glaring up at him.
"That is not your concern yet." He picked up a rough blanket he often used on cool nights and tossed it to her so she could cover herself up. "Time grows short and I fear you will have no time to recover before your next trial, Tenja."
"That is fine by me." She almost seemed to growl the words out, a challenge flung towards him. "And what shall I do to satisfy your sick fantasies next, Mage?"
"Next?" He sighed at her words as he carried the venom as carefully as if it were liquid gold and set it upon the table. Careful to not spill a drop over the edge as it rested beside the bowl Rufus curled up on. He looked into the blue eyes that seemed to have lost some of their brightness and hardened his heart. "Next will be a challenge for you, thief. Next you go to the heart of the world itself." He flung up an arm and gestured towards the ceiling and made his magic twine together with an effort that made beads of sweat appear on his forehead.
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Tenja wrapped herself up in the rough fabric of the blanket, happy that she had something to cover herself. Her mind still reeled from the sudden yank from where she crouched next to the Naga's head coaxing the thick drops from his fang to the Mage's house. What did he want the venom for? Was he going to use it to make awaken his aging body? To lure women to his home? It was the only item that she knew the use of and that use made her thrum with discomfort. The feelings were barely pushed at bay when the room darkened and then the illusion spread out to show the ruby red glow of molten lava.
"At the heart of the earth is a creature that mankind has sung of since it first rose up to the surface the day it died. " The mage's voice rolled out from the darkness and she swallowed as the illusion held nothing back. Heat waves shimmered just over the bubbling mass and she let out a soft rush of breath. "The phoenix first was seen centuries ago when it burst free from a mountain and caused lava to spill out around his body and roll down the rocky sides of the peak. Accounts say it was a bird of solid gold and each feather was edged with red and white as if it were made of fire itself."
The illusion changed and she saw in the midst of the lava a ring of heavy stones had been set. Each one glowed from the pulsing fires of the earth and what she had at first taken for another rock stirred and she saw the slender feathered neck and sharp hooked beak of a bird. The creature was strangely delicate looking as the feathers rose up and the crest lifted up high in the air until white sparks flowed down along its back. The body was unlike any bird she had ever seen. It didn't have the heavy body of a swan or goose, nor the sharp sleek lines of a hawk. It's body was powerful and seemed strangely like that of a song bird in some ways except for its tail.
"It rose higher and higher in the air. The music that spilled force from its beak shattered the volcanoes that formed the islands nearby and the lava bubbled up to the surface. Before those humans that saw it rose all the way up towards the sun as it sang a mournful song and there the records were cut short. To the island that it arrived out of, it was the end of time and civilization. We were able form some educated guesses by piecing together accounts and known legends. When it rose towards the sun its fires burnt the islands down to bare scorched stone and ash."
The tail of the phoenix was a wonder, the feathers were longer than its body and reminded Tenja vaguely of Rufus' scales. They held every color of fire, even the rarest shades were represented. Dark red, vibrant orange, pale blue and the hottest shades of white were faded into the long tail feathers that ended in spade shapes. The sleeping bird rested in the embrace of the hot stones as if it were a nest. It's feathers took up almost the entire area and while he watched flames ran along the shiver of its wings all the way to the tip.
"It's a killer then?" She breathed out softly. "It killed everyone."
"It is birth and death in one. When he grows too old he will rise again to seek out the sun, his song will embrace the world and bring the earth's blood boiling from the stones to wash away the old. The ashes will become so thick that the very sun will be from hidden from view, yet in those ashes he will emerge young again. Where he emerges will blossom as the volcanic ash will cause the soil to grow more fertile and the volcanoes will go back to sleeping quietly. He lives deep in the center of the earth as the world flows around him."
"He's the only one?" She swallowed a little as she stood up on slightly shaking legs and kept the blanket firmly wrapped around her naked form.
"He's the oldest, there are firebirds and lesser phoenixes that have been sighted throughout the world, but none are as large or as grand as him. If he ever had a name it's been lost to time. You are to steal one of his tail feathers." He moved his finger before she could speak, "I will not argue, time is running short and this is the last object I require."
Tenja furrowed her brow as she met the Mage's gaze. His eyes seemed dark and she half thought he looked as if he'd been weeping. The edges of his eyes seemed rimmed in red. Before she could respond his fingers flung out towards her and she flinched automatically at the gesture. Her world flared to life in light that flashed brighter than the sun at noon. The fire erupted from her chest and her lips parted in a soundless scream. It was heat and something like flame that seemed to wrap around her body. The fire lapped its way up along her body and seemed to be stretching her out. It felt as if her body were growing unsubstantial, faded, stretched too thin to contain her actual body.
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The phoenix slept. The phoenix dreamt. The phoenix yearned. The world's heart pulsed around him in a steady beat as it always had. One slow pulse after another flared around him as his form was baked in the heat of its core. Others could worry about the land above with its bitter winters and raging storms. Here he held the world as if it were a web in his mind. The lava that followed the veins out towards the crust before being pushed back to him carried the scent and tease of other places. His mind was twined so closely with the lava and flames that he often forgot he had a body, a physical form. Only those times when he felt his flames flare did he lift his head and cast about his home.
The sweet song of the female would rouse him, the challenge of the young that wished to try to take his place and his own ticking clock. Those things would awake him from his slumber and he would spread his wings. For two he would rise to clash talon to talon with another of his kind, for the last he would surge up and follow the weary veins that were swollen and the rock breaking around the chore of holding the earth's blood. There he would crash through them, tearing the lava free to spill into the cold air of the heavens above. There he would see his muse, his love, his father, his mother. The sun would shine down upon his plumage as he sang to it.
His song spilled past his beak and piped out in crystal clear notes as he called forth the fire in his feathers and gave the world above a taste of who and what he was. The air itself caught on fire around him as he would drive himself up to the apex of his flight and only then would he start to fall. His very body engulfed in the flames of his death. It was the volcanoes that ended his life, they would wrap him in their lava as his world was snapped shut and then remade again. Once the lava had hardened around him he would be pushed along veins of the earth and his egg left in his nest again before he hatched anew and the cycle started over again.
The thoughts of his impending death made him stir and lift his golden beak upwards to eye the cavern that he rested in. Soon, soon he would give himself back to the sun. The earth cried to him of its weariness. He chirped to himself and stirred so that his wings spread wide on either side of his body and his golden talons pushed beneath him to lift him upwards. His eyes closed to listen to the pulse of the world, perhaps today would be the day he would answer that call. He shook his feathers out sending sparks behind him in colors of white and gold. His head dropped down to nibble against one of his talons before the apex of the cavern roared with a sudden burst of flames and thoughts of preening were gone.
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Tenja's form trembled through the heat and she writhed as the fires erupted all through her body until it darkened into a rich orange red. She could see the individual flames flying past her and she stretched her arms out to catch herself with a scream. Instead of her hands feathers and wings snapped out and were almost yanked back against her body by the heat rising up from the bubbling lava that lay below her. Terror welled inside of her as her wings fought against the hot air blowing up around her feathers and her tail spread open like a banner behind her. The press of the hot air pushed against her chest and she realized she was looking over the slender curve of a dark beak.
Through all of her changes she had found the curse and benefit of instinct. Her body knew what to do and her primaries shivered as she brought her wings down and turned her lower body so that her tail guided her movements. She spiraled and circled along the edge of the red and black rock that made up the cavern. Her heart beat still pounded in her ears as she recovered from her fright and took stock of her changed body. From the corner of her eyes she could see her wings sweeping through the air, the ends of the primaries were alight with flickering flames and sparks that shimmered down out of her range of vision. Her legs were pulled in against her body and that at least was familiar. The body was in the vaguest way, like the wyvern with the wings and position of the legs.
The thief turned her head around and looked over feathers that were brilliant in their very jeweled colors. She'd always thought a humming bird was as bright as a gem, yet her plumage put that to shame. Her feathers were almost dark red, but when the light of the lava caught them they flared into a brilliant crimson that they looked as if they'd been carved from the stone. Towards the ends of her tail and wings they became the color of pale topaz flames. Even the beat of her wings seemed to trail the fire behind her so that she left a steak through the darkness. Despite her mission she felt a flare of wonder at her own body and twisted her body to spiral in a tight loop until she was almost chasing her own flowing tail.
Her play was jerked away at the sound of bird song that seemed to toll through her body. It started as a low deep note and swelled higher in pitch until her body resonated with it. Her mind blanked until she felt as if she were made of that music and without thinking she opened her slender beak and called out to him. Her pitch was higher and softer than his own, but what burst from her was like the welcoming jubilations of a song bird in the morning. Her eyes sought and found the phoenix beneath her and her wings faltered as the piercing pale blue eyes locked on her form before his wings beat down against the air.
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The phoenix listened to the female's soft song, the welcome in it unmistakable. That such a slender young female would brave the earth's blood just to find him made his own heart beat faster. He shook himself out and saw with a rueful turn of his head how his plumage had started to fade. He had been sleeping too long and thinking with the heartbeat of the world, he was no longer the glorious being he knew himself to be. Yet, if today he was to rise to meet the sun again, what better way to leave then after spiraling in the center of the world with the lithe ruby firebird that called so enticingly towards him. How glorious a day!
He beat his wings down and gathered the hot air beneath his feathers before he launched himself into the sky. His beak parted and he warbled his song to her as he rose up closer towards the spiraling form. If his plumage was not what he would wish it, his tail was a glory behind him. He fanned the feathers out so that they illuminated the cavern with brilliant light. He called forth all the colors that fire could offer her. Brilliant orange, pale yellow, blue as the spring sky. Each color rolled down his feathers as he circled her and sang out his lusty praise of her form. The notes rose up from the air as he watched her evade him with frantic wing beats and he caught the green of her eyes.
Green, how rare, how magnificent a color for a hen to carry! He flared his tail brighter so that he could see the paler tips of her wings dancing over the air. His head extended out to click his beak a few inches from her tail as he courted her. His body large enough compared to her own that he was able to bring his wing down and forward to sweep along her back. Her heat danced against the edges of his primaries before she darted away and folded her wings down in a dive that took her out of his range. The sparks of her passage fluttered past his beak before he let out a shrill call of challenge before his wings pulled back against his body as he dropped down and followed her sudden plummet.
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Tenja's eyes widened at the sight of the phoenix as he appeared in the air near her. He was like the embers of a fire. His feathers were darkened to a gleam of almost black that burned red beneath them so that each feather was rimmed in the glow of his body. His tail though caught her eye as it seemed to trail colors through the air and dazzled her eyes. It was so bright that it left after images beneath her lids and she found herself responding to the pattern of his flight as he circled with her in the air. Some part of her admired his careful control, the way his wings stretched out to glide. It was only when the wing swept against her back that she knew he was courting her rather than examining her as a rival or visitor.
The moment the realization hit her she dropped her wings as she remembered doing as a wyvern and dropped down towards the lava. She fought off her fear of the fiery liquid to go lower. If he couldn't catch her in the air perhaps he would simply chase her and she'd have a chance to yank a tail feather free without having him go for her. His song became a shriek of defiance as he dropped down behind her and she had to snap her wings open just a foot from the lava to break her fall. She drew in a breath as she could feel the heat pulsing against her chest and stomach, but it didn't hurt. It fueled her and flooded her form with a burst of energy. She screamed back at him in her higher pitched voice, the notes rose up high enough that it wavered against the air.
She could feel him behind her like the heat of the sun baking along her back. She narrowed her eyes and lowered her head in an attempt to gain speed. The darkness of his wings beat down along the edges of her vision so that she saw ripples of color spill over them. The edges of his primaries brushed over the lava and to her shock they didn't burn. Flames flared up on either side of her and she trilled out and twisted her head to the side. Where the wings brushed an incredible molten gold color ran over his feathers as fires burst over them. A phoenix, creatures of fire, it wouldn't hurt him. He seemed fueled by its touch!
Her eyes turned back just in time as the wall of the cavern loomed up in front of her and she let out a cry and twisted her body to one side. She came so close that her feathered breast scraped against the rough rock, but instead of pain she watched as where she touched the rock it glowed a deep red. Claws scrabbled beside her body and she saw the looming form of the male as a flash next to her eyes before his wing swept down against her side and the weight pressed against her. Her beak parted with a call before a deeper musical note toned out from the phoenixes throat and she found herself tumbling down towards the lava. Her eyes widened in terror as it bubbled and flared neon orange while the male forced her towards it.
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The phoenix's eyes flared at the spirit of the smaller female. He was forced to use his weight and wings to drive her down when she almost crashed into the cavern wall. The earth's blood came closer as he brought his talons forward and pushed them between her wings and let his weight drop from the sky. Her voice spilled out in a trill of panic as he flared his wings out and pushed his talons down against her back until her body skimmed against the lava and flames burst over her body. The licking tongues spread to him as the Lava hardened beneath her seeking talons.
The fire spread along his back as he darted his head down and his beak closed against the thick feathers that ran along the back of her neck. The hook of the hard edge hooked just against her skin as the lava beneath them hardened under the flames that danced over their bodies. His will forced it to smooth out into glassy obsidian beneath the clatter of her smaller talons on the material. Her body crouched and her fiery wings spread out to either side as their flames mingled together and through them he could taste the sweetness of her body. Some strange innocence lingered upon her. It was like a heady perfume that wrapped through all of his senses.
He shifted his talons from her shoulders and let his wings mantle to either side of her as they cast out sparks of fiery color. His feet touched the hardened stone on either side as he trilled out a song again to vibrate down her spine. The heat of her body pulsed against him many times warmer than the fires that surrounded him and his own lusts started to arouse him. He could feel the feathers along his underside shifting as his vent swelled and the slender curl of his cock pushed outwards. The first few inches of dark black shaft exiting him in a spiral that corkscrewed through several loops over on itself. The veins standing out as he brushed it against the base of her tail where their feathers mingled together in a spill that dropped down into the lava.
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Tenja waited for the lava to engulf her and suck her under, but to her shock her feet found solid stone under her as the weight settled upon her back. The talons pushing against her shoulders pushed her chest down until she was crouching awkwardly on the glassy stone that had formed under her. Her eyes flared wider as the fire ran over her body and she shrieked out a note of panic even as she realized it wasn't burning her. It simply pulsed through her body and tightened her chest, the heat made every feather tremble and her beak parted to let out a soft cry. The male above her shifted his talons from her body and closed his beak against the back of her neck.
Her skin shivered around the grip he had on her as his larger talons came down outside of her own and the thick feathers of his tail pushed against hers. The feel of them was a heavy blanket that brushed her smaller feathers against the ground. She tried to push herself up but his greater bulk pushed her down until her breast feathers and stomach were forced onto the stone. Her legs pulled up tight against her as the haunches brushed against the base of her tail and he let out a deep croon. The sound of it spilled through her body and made a tremor run down her spine as she gaped her beak open. Something in that sound seemed to make her chest tighten and a memory of the feel of the Naga's venom trembled down her spine.
The male's weight shifted and there was a stabbing feeling against the base of her tail. It pushed through her feathers before liquid fire seemed to spill down against her skin and she jerked her head back. She pushed the beak harder against the curve of her neck as she struggled in vain. The base of the phoenix's tail curved down and inwards until she felt something pushing and sliding through the feathers just beneath the base of her tail. The fiery precum spilled down over the edges of the skin beneath her feathers before she felt the tip hit right up against the opening of her sex. Her wings spread out and she tensed up as the bird gave a push up and in. The slender tip pried her body open and her eyes clenched shut with a hiss as the heat seemed to pour into her passage.
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The phoenix felt the heat of her body part around his tip and her channel embrace him in a tight clench. Just that touch was enough to make the fires burn brighter around him as he pushed his haunches harder against her. The spiraled tip drilled into her body and forced the walls open as the thick drops of golden precum was channeled inside of her. The first inch was the hardest as the walls clenched and tried to keep him from penetrating her body. His claws scraped over the obsidian and he moved his beak open wider to catch the meat of her neck and squeezed down as she tried to lunge out from under him. Tongues of flames licked down her neck as he gave another thrust and the first three inches of cork screwed shaft pushed into her.
His weight rocked from foot to foot as he ruffled the feathers up along his back, the gold and red stood out beneath the darker coloration. He closed his eyes tightly before a sharper movement of his body was driven forward with a beat of his wings sinking the twisted cock deeper. The tip dribbled out thick drops of precum while the curving of his tip stimulated her body. The angry struggles and movements calmed as he drove deep enough to find the sensitive spot inside of her. He pulled backwards and then thrust forward to scrub over her and felt the feathers rose up against his chest and stomach as she responded. Like so many other females had she only needed persuasion to relax through the mating.
The bird didn't thrust like any mammal, his movements where short and planned while his cock was forced out of his vent. The pushing outwards more penetrated her then his actual thrusts while the twisted tip plunged deeper and hit right up against the snug ring of her cervix. The moment he pushed against it a thick drop of precum welled out to spill into her before he pulled out again. When he did he felt her slickness spill around him and crooned deep in his throat before thrusting forward again. His movements grew more akin to how a rooster claimed a hen. One of his feet moved up to rest dead center in the back to keep her in position as he released her neck and warbled out a song of his pleasure.
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Tenja felt a rush of pleasure rip through her as the shaft drove along a place inside of her and her body relaxed. Her eyes flashed open as she could feel the fires waver along her back as the shaft was strangely shaped. It was twisted and curled so that it pulled and pulsed in places she'd never felt touched before. Without thinking about it she forced her hips to push upwards and her legs spread apart. She grew slicker and hotter, her wetness started to spill out around the penetrating shaft all the way until it pushed roughly up against a barrier inside of her.
Her breath came in short gasps as her tongue flicked out from the hard edge of her beak. A foot pushed down just between her wings and she was pushed hard against the obsidian. The fire of her body flared out to edge the rough rises of the stone in red and orange light. The animal on her started to move and twist his body in a wild motion that let her feel the potential of his body. The shaft plunged in and drew out while the tip almost seemed to twist inside of her. Her walls clenched down around it as she let out a rough call and she dropped her head down as her entire body was rocked. The tip kept driving up against her cervix and drilled against that tender opening. Her muscles tensed up and her breath came in ragged gasps.
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The phoenix let himself loose with his newest female, the feel of her walls clutching around him just drove him into harder thrusts. His wings drew back against his sides before he flapped them down again so that they moved in time with his thrusts. His foot clenched against the feathers of her back as he pulled his head back and crooned out a deeper note. He let his fire pour along her body and mingle with her own. He could taste her bodies desire as an erotic taste of the flames that burned inside of him. He curled his talons a bit harder as he thrust forward and the tip of him pushed and wedged against her cervix before pulling backwards again.
The tightness squeezed around him, his precum mingling with her own wetness so it was forced out to stain the obsidian beneath the pair of them. His precum was as dark as gold and metallic looking as it was mixed with her nectar. He twisted his body around while he pulled his hips back and yanked all the way back until his cork screwed tip threatened to spill free only to plunge back inside again. As he grew thicker and more swollen his shaft pulsed and massaged along her passage. The very tip dug in against her cervix and wedged inwards before being tugged back out again as he reveled in the feel of her walls contracting around him as if it were trying to swallow him back inside.
He drew his wings back and used the grip on her shoulders and his lower body to thrust in short movements. Her calls became higher in pitch as he began to wedge and drill the twisted tip of his cock in past the ring of her cervix. The pulsing of his girth forced the first twist into her and then another, spreading the walls open so that they wrapped around him and false sparks erupted along his wings. The tender channel was strained almost too wide and still he forced his hips down and started to mesh his feathers just along the underside of her tail. Another rough thrust and he dropped his head to grip the back of her neck and the hooked bill pulled against the flesh there. His throat swelled out with a sudden bird song as he felt his stomach starting to tense. He tried to spear himself all the way into her cervix.
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Tenja writhed and cried out as she felt the tip dig and wedge into her cervix. The muscle seemed meant to part for him so that she could feel it twisting inside of her. Her body clenched down instinctively as the thrusts stopped and instead he started to build the pressure by pushing against her. She could feel the slow twist of the tip rubbing and curling inside of her cervix until she opened her beak to let out a loud cry. Her walls clutched and pulled before a hot drop of what felt like liquid fire found its way into her body. The only thing that kept her from tearing out from the clenching talon was the snap of the beak that gripped the scruff of her neck. The hooked bill almost pierced through her skin as she reared her head back to relieve the tension.
The second turn of the tip pushed into her and as the third started she felt the tremors start to begin. Her wings dropped down to lay flat over the obsidian with the edges of the primaries lay in the lava itself. Her fear of it gone in what she felt starting to build inside of her body. The third curl forced it's way inwards and as the tip pierced all the way into her body to just nudge into the chamber beyond the pleasure broke over her body. Her claws sank into the obsidian as it melted around the digits as the fire around her turned white hot and the flames licked up and over the male as his vent suddenly shoved right up against her own. The soft feathers plucked against her outer folds and scrubbed along them as the pleasure was almost to the point of pain.
Her walls pulsed and milked around the strangely formed avian shaft. The muscles pulled around the base and all the way to the tip as she grew slicker and her cervix locked around the spiraled tip as it was designed too. She could feel each and every inch of the pulsing cock driven into her, every turn, every vein, and every detail of the dark shaft was another added pleasure as she screeched out an avian call. The throat vibrating as her heart hammered in her ears and the white flames mingled with the males before she felt the first pulse of his cock inside of her. The tip seemed to swell just a hair larger before he bit hard enough to pierce the skin of her neck with his beak as he joined her in her climax.
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The male felt the pleasure growing in him and the feel and sight of the female being tipped over the edge was enough. He gave another nudge of his body to make sure he was entirely driven inside of her before his seed bubbled up along his shaft. It was hot and molten gold colored as it spilled up to his tip and squeezed through the small opening pressured ropes. The thick splashes pulsed and squirted into her womb in a rush as he clenched his beak hard enough to have the gleaming ruby blood well up in a bead. Another rush ran up his shaft as it pulsed and jerked in the tight grip of the hen's clutching walls around him.
He lifted his foot up from the middle of her back and put his weight back on his two legs as he let rope after sticky rope of his seed erupt inside of her. His chest ground upon her back and feathers while her form collapsed under him. The walls started to pull more demandingly around him as if wanting every drop he had to offer and it came bubbling up from his tip. No longer the pressured jets, instead it was a steady drool of heated seed that spread through her womb. He nipped and preened against the feathers along her neck as the sperm rich spill spread throughout her body. Every now and then he'd give a sudden push forward before relaxing when he'd sent another splatter inside of her.
As he recovered and kept her plugged with the cork screw shaped tip he lifted his head up and let his mind expand to the world around him. The pulse of its heart beat rang in his ears and he felt the desire starting to change. From the flush of desire to mate and claim the female, it became the need to renew his body and alight himself in all the fires of the sun. To see for a few heart beats the world above and he shifted above the ruby red form of the female. She let out a soft chirp and started to shake as he pulled along his shaft and fought against the clutching muscles of her cervix. A memory of his last day on this life, something alive and vivid before starting anew again, it would carry his wings up towards the surface.
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Tenja felt fire erupt inside of her stomach, the inferno of the boiling liquid as it bubbled out and erupted into her body. It shot inside of her so that she felt the impact inside of her, so hot that it felt as if he were injecting lava into her body. She clamped her walls down tight so that the jerks of the cock stimulated her body and left her spreading her legs slightly. Her nares burned in humiliation at the realization that some part of her reveled in this. That she had come in the last months to grow used to an animal's needs and responded to it despite what her mind wanted to protest and turn away from. As the thick liquid drooled out into her she kept the clenching squeezes to pull more out of him until her lower body felt as if it were burning with pleasure.
The flames around her body faltered and then started to die down as the moments passed between them. Her heart beat steadied again and she didn't truly stir until he released his hold on her and started to pull back. She chirped out and then let out a sharper noise when he pulled back on the spiraled tip lodged in her cervix. Her muscles tried to latch around him to prevent him from pulling free but he beat his wings at the air until she felt a stab of pain. She screeched out in reaction to it while her body shuddered and he ripped free of her cervical muscles roughly. His shaft dragged out of her passage until the tip popped free leaving a golden trail of semen along her used folds and his weight lifted from her.
The air was beaten around her, it spilled along her body and she remembered too late her goal of his tail feathers as he rose higher in the cavern. She awkwardly launched herself upwards after him and the gleaming feathers that flashed in all the colors a fire could achieve. He kept just out of reach of her as he seemed to drive himself towards a break in the cavern and she stretched out her neck and beak. She closed them around the tip of his feather and pulled back only to find the almost metallic feel of the feather slipping from her hold. It jerked free as the male's formed wavered and seemed to become an animal of living flame. His flesh stretching and disappearing into the fire as the narrow crack was assaulted by his changed form.
The thief screeched out a frustrated sound and launched herself towards the thin crevice as the changed being slide through it and scorched the red rock. Her claws scrabbled and she shoved her head in the opening desperately. Her eyes widened as she watched the flash of light travel higher and upwards until it became a distant memory. She yanked her head free with a heart breaking cry and spiraled down from the caverns roof. Out of desperation she dropped down towards the nest of the phoenix and pushed the rocks around with her beak to try and find a shed feather. Her breath started to come faster as she went through the area inch by inch.
She looked up towards the ceiling where the phoenix had slipped through the crevice and let out a despairing sound. Her last trial, she needed his feather and she had failed. She crouched down with a cold feeling of fear in her chest. She had had the feather in her beak, she could still imagine she could feel it in her beak before it had slid free. What was she going to do now? What would her punishment be? What trial would the mage set before her to replace this one? She lowered her head and drew in a ragged breath before shivering it out again. All she had to show for her attempt was a golden splash of semen that stained the feathers along her vent and the lingering feel of pleasurable lassitude.
Above her she could heard the roar and cracking of stone and she blinked her eyes. It was as if something were cracking and giving way. She swallowed and realized that the phoenix must have risen to die. That somewhere in the world he had emerged and destroyed the area of his ascension in a fury of lava and fire. Had she brought this about? Was she the cause of the destruction and despair that would follow his rebirth? As the questions ran through her mind she felt the tremor of magic run along her. Her world spiraled down into fears as she felt flames lap up around her and the world faded in a rush of light. Her fate awaited her and she could only pray that he had mercy enough in his soul to know she had tried her best and release her from his captivity.
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