My Furst Tail, part 3
#2 of My Furst Tail
Sounds like he's making this easy for me. Lorek must be splashing water all over the ground. What is he doing? I open the door as silently as possible. No way am I getting caught. I'm gonna scare the crap out of him, hehehe....
I crack the washroom door ajar and wait. No change in rhythm or level of sound. Huh. That splashing is rhythmic. What's he--?
I move my eye over the crack... and I'm the one surprised.
Lorek is splayed out in the tub, having himself a real good time. His indigo eyes are fluttering, half-closed, rolling into the back of his head. His beak is slack, his tongue licking at the air. The pectorals of his chest, covered in a fine layer of satin black feathers, rises and falls as he inhales, his breath becoming quicker, shallower. His legs are splayed out, the knees barely bent; his talons grasping for some imaginary foothold, clutching and releasing. His arms are fast at work. One hand is submerged beneath the waves; he's probably playing with his balls. Or maybe he's fingering himself... The other hand is giving his shaft a thorough beating.
Dirty bird....
I perk my ears, reminding myself the innkeeper could come back at anytime. I wasn't expecting a show, but now that it's on, I can't look away. Water laps up over the tub and adds to the glistening pool on the ground.
I'm watching his left hand move up and down the length of his cock. His skin is like a snake's, scaled and shiny, moreso because of the water. Lorek's hands end in claws like his feet, and as hard as he working, he's careful not to claw himself. His shaft is hard as granite, black as his feathers, the veins a deep purple like his eyes. It's long, too... He could probably wrap both hand around its, on atop the other, and his head would still peek out. Damn! His head is the same violet shade, as is the inside of his foreskin. It swells and heaves and expels a steady stream of sticky precum that trickles down his claw, cascading over each finger before disappearing into the water. His whole body is involved and afire. Imagine what a performance he'd give if he knew he was being watched....
As I kneel feet from him with a just a wooden door between us, I realize I'm hard, too. Completely hard-- my loin cloth compresses my growing cock; I loosen it a little before it becomes painful. I'm not as long as Lorek, but I've got him beat in girth. I can barely fit my hand around the base as I pull out my dick and let it breathe. A thin cord of precum connects the tip of my dick to a sticky wet spot on the cloth.
Shit... I may have to jerk off, too. I watch him move closer and closer to orgasm, and I find myself wondering why he's so down on his looks. He's no bodybuilder, but he's lithe and toned, and his plumage is beautiful. The feathers on his head and torso are short and pliant, lying snugly against his bare skin. When the light hits him just so, they have a soft, irridescent sheen of purple. His limbs are scaled like a dragon's, and I remember from the few time's I've touched them how surprisingly smooth they feel. His beak is proud and strong; his piercing gaze of indigo is attractive in a way that commands you. I could go on, but I'm busy.
Without even thinking about it, my right hand moves towards my junk. I take a firm grasp of myself, my mind in two places: One mind relishing the feeling of my thick rod against my paw pads, the other unabashedly staring at every bit of Lorek's body. He's getting really close now. It occurs to me that it would be great if we could cum together without him ever knowing it. Do I have enough time? I skip the warm-up and start stroking full-throttle, a low growl tickling the back of my throat.
Lorek's getting close now. His entire body is stiffening, the power of his desire flowing out into his every cell. He's panting, and he's letting out these intermittent low chirps. The precum dripping all over his hand is becoming milkier. He's gonna cum, and I get to watch. Do it, Lorek. Shoot that lot load all over yourself. Show me everything you've got....
My hand is going at my dick a little too fast, and for a moment it throws me off-balance. Instinctinvely I shoot out my left hand towards the door to catch myself, and I instantly regret it at the door creaks. Loudly.
Lorek presses himself towards the tub's basin, moving both hands over his genitals in an attempt to hide his massive prick. Every feather on his body ruffles, and his eyes bulge and then sharpen into rays.
"Uhhh, excuse me!" he calls angrily as he fires a look towards the door. " ... Hello?"
I've already moved, rolling with the motion of my fall... into the room. I'm sneaky as hell, but that damn blindsense of his is tellling him someone's nearby. Even if I make use of my cape to become ethereal the way that spider did, he can probably still detect me. My mind races with thoughts of what to do.
" ...Red? Is that you?" From the dark corner I'm huddled in, I watch him grab his handaxe from bneath his clothes. He spins it in his hand and adopts a predatory menace. "Red? If it's you, you'd better say something."
Busted... fuck. I don't move from where I am, but I answer. "Yeah, Lorek... It's me."
His armed hand relaxes a bit, and he looks straight at me. He could pinpoint me by sound in a room much bigger than this.
"Red?" His left arm is still trying to hide as much of his groin as possible. "What are you doing in here?"
"Oh, uh, you know... I thought I'd come down here and wait my turn," I respond sheepishly.
His eyes narrow. "Stand up."
"What? I don't really think--"
"Stand up," he insists in a freezing tone.
"Oh, okay..." I slowly rise to my feet. I had time to stuff my cock back into my lion cloth, but that my erection hasn't had time to dissipate. I can still feel the precum on the fabric.
I know birds can't smile. Not like how lipped creatures can. But Lorek grins from ear to ear.
"Ohh, Red... Looks like you're in a good mood. Wait, were you spying on me?!"
I sigh. "Yeah... yeah, I was."
"So then, you--" He cocks his head to one side like a canine would. Did he get that from me? "You were getting off on watching me?"
"Yeah." I loosen up a bit, seeing how casually he's handling this whole awkward mess. "I hope that's not going to be a problem...."
He practically jumps out of the tub, and then remembers he's naked. I see a flash of his penis, and I note that it's still dripping, and not just from the water.
"That's not a problem at all. I'm surprised, that's all, Red. Honored, even." He folds his arms against the side of the tub nearest me, and rests his head on them. It's adorable... Maybe a little too much so.
I walk towards him. "Tell you what, crow: Finish cleaning up." I playfully rub the feathers on his head. He normally hates that, but today he seems to enjoy it. "I'm headed back upstairs. We can talk once you're dry."