Airborne
"Perthen?" John asked.
"What?" the falcon replied.
"What are you doing?"
"I... am preparing... to smoke... a blunt," the bird replied, finishing his wrapping with quick flicks of his sharp claws. "Perfectly safe. Communications blackout till we're over the border. Out of contact with both the enemy and H.Q." Perthen said, snapping his claws down on his a lighter with a rough scratch. A flare of light bloomed in the dimly-lit tent, illuminating the falcon's beak and the stubby cigarette hanging off it.
John had slowly gotten used to his temporary bodyguard's manner of speaking. Perthen was one of the Haldonian birdfolk; a Peregrine Falcon. The avian had a raspy, deep voice but spoke in a rapid-fire bursts of words, often punctuated by slight shifts in his piercing gaze. All his movements were just as fast; twitches and hops and startlingly-fast, gliding sprints.
John grimaced and began to fan away the blue smoke wafting around him as Perthen puffed hard on his cigarette. "Aw, seriously, in the tent? What the fuck are you doing!? We're not even close to the border yet...."
"So? We're out of range of everything 'cept bombers. And in this weather they can't hit for shit. We're about as safe as safe gets," Perthen replied, taking a heavy drag of the sweet-flavored tobacco and marijuana. The falcon blew two neat, roiling clouds of smoke out of his stiff nostrils, right towards John.
John glared at the smoking falcon. "Ever heard of this new strategy thing? It's great; it's called 'not taking stupid risks'. Recommended by people who aren't dead, million to one!"
"Huh. Where is all that sass coming from, darlin'?" Perthen asked, cocking his head slightly to the side.
"Saints almighty, Perthen! I am not used to getting shot! I am not used to that! Do you know what I do, for a fucking job? I sit at a computer and look at pictures- PICTURES- of shit!" John replied.
"Hey... take the volume down a few levels, mister strategy," Perthen replied, cigarette hanging from the edge of his beak. "One, bad weather clouding the satellite view isn't exactly my fault. Two, painting airstrikes is about as easy as war is *ever* going to get. Three, how the fuck do you think I feel, dragging your sorry liability of an ass around in the freezing cunt of nowhere!"
"We almost died! Do... do you even fucking, register that! Can you even understand what that was like for me!?" John continued, suddenly surprising himself with emotion. His lower lip began trembling and his eyes watered with tears as days of pent-up fear and stress caught up with him. "There is shrapnel embedded in my helmet!"
"Yeah, I know," Perthen calmly replied. "I found two flattened rounds in my body armor. That is some scary shit. War is fuckin' dangerous, kid. That is why I... am getting high."
The falcon took another long drag from his cigarette, and uncomfortable silence filled the tent.
Perthen was a member of the elite Haldonin Airborne Assault Rangers- flying commandoes. The Avian races were defined by their ability to fly, but few ever mastered the combined art of flying and modern combat. Airborne units were the only ground forces that Haldonia had committed to the Kri civil war; the rest of their intervention came in the form of airstrikes and cruise missiles. John couldn't help but think that the Peregrine falcon resembled a fighter jet himself, with his lean, tightly-muscled frame and natural weaponry.
John Rylark, on the other hand, was an analyst used to working far from the front lines. John had been in the Kri Air Force up until the Monarchist-Republican split, and had once served under the chief of logistics for the very Monarchist air defense base they had been sent to help destroy. Being paired with the Haldonian Special Forces and asked to help target airstrikes on his former home had been a very strange experience for John; the sight of hypersonic bomber strikes blowing the vast military complex into twisted, burning craters stranger still...
For John and his fellow Republicans, the fact that the civil war had been decided in their favor by Haldonian intervention was both a sore spot and a blessing. The bird-folk had always been aloof about the affairs of other nations, content to play the role of conflict mediator and little else. The reason for Haldonia's sudden change of heart had been the source of rampant speculation ever since they had entered the war.
John's mission with Perthen had gone well. Spectacularly well, even; they had directed the Haldonian strike bombers towards their targets with perfect precision. Under cover of the blizzard, they had directed a series of airstrikes against radar installations, SAM sites and headquarters units deep into enemy lines. Up until their last target, they had been able to sneak into range of their laser designator without being seen, but at the final site the blizzard had temporarily waned.
Escaping the Kri Monarchist forces after that had been a very near thing. The whole experience had been terrifying and exhilarating, but now that the adrenaline rush of survival and success had begun to fade away, John was left was a gnawing horror in the pit of his stomach.
"How do you deal with it? I'm... not handling this so well..." John mumbled, trying to rekindle his conversation with Perthen.
"*You* are having trouble with combat fatigue? You didn't even have to kill anyone!" the falcon replied back as he turned, giving a short, bitter laugh. "How do you think I feel? And have you ever stopped a moment to consider what, exactly, happens on the other end of those bombs we drop? Those bunker busters and thermobaric cluster bombs?"
"No, not yet. I was too busy being terrified out of my fucking mind to worry about the enemy!" John spat back. He had been expecting a lot more sympathy from Perthen, but he had never been able to read the bird well...
Perthen's voice slowed considerably as he formulated his reply; the avian seemed to carefully weigh each word as he spoke it. "I'm just saying... think about the whole picture. Without radar coverage, in that snowstorm, they probably didn't even know it was coming. Not a clue. One second, they were working just fine as you please... and the next, they were charbroiled hamburger..." Perthen said while sighing, eyes wandering from Johns'. "Not a chance in all the heavens..."
John shuddered slightly as he remembered the searing wind of shrapnel and force that had followed each airstrike. The chaotic aftermath- the moans of the dying and the quiet of the dead, the creak of twisted metal and the crackle of spreading fire...
"I shot five people. That one airstrike killed hundreds. The Monarchist forces slaughter tens of thousands. That is how war works; the good guys are the ones committing the fewest atrocities. You still feel it was worth it?" the avian asked.
John's reply was quiet but firm. "Yes."
"Good. Me too. S'why I'm here..."
They were silent, meeting each other's eyes only in passing. Perthen slowly puffed on his cigarette; the look on his beaked face was inscrutable, but the sharpness in his eyes slowly softened.
"Well, now I'm feeling all fucking depressed! But come on! We succeeded! We're alive!" the falcon suddenly said, laughing. "Come on, John; act like that means something to you! Enjoy life! Have some whiskey; take a toke! Hell, we could even rock this tent a bit..."
"Ah... I still don't know about that..." John said, laughing a bit himself even as the falcon's laughter surprised him. "What was that last part..?"
"Rock the tent. Y'know... have sex? Screw? Fuck? 'Field release'?" the falcon continued, throwing his sleeping back across the tent floor. "I mean, not to be unprofessional here, but after all that abyss-loving talk I could really use some sex..."
"What!? Are you screwing with me!? What have I ever done to imply I'd want to have sex with you!? I didn't even know you were gay!" John replied, flabbergasted.
"I am; I thought you were..." Perthen said, drawing his words along with a slight turn of his hooked beak. "I could have sworn I was pickin' up on something..."
"Fuck you!" John blurted, as his face flushed red.
"Fuck me? You should take this as a compliment, you son of a bitch! Unless, of course, you meant that literally..." Perthen replied, more amused than angered.
"No!" John spat back.
"Fine! Even if you aren't gay, these last few days have been pretty fucking stressful! Guys have needs. The only reason I didn't ask earlier is because I knew you'd turn it into some big deal!" the falcon said, standing up and crossing his winged arms over his bare upper body. "For shit's sake you pink bastard! You didn't even bitch this much when we were under artillery fire!"
"Make it into a big deal!?" the human analyst began to angrily reply. "Do you have any idea what would happen if this sort of talk made its way back to my commander? There is already *talk* about your people trying to force your ways upon the Kri people, and the military police would-"
"Yeah, well, fuck them. I think we both know they wouldn't say a fuckin' word. At least, not while 'my people' are in complete control of Kri airspace. But in the spirit of cooperation between our fucking peoples, I'm apologize for implying you might be somewhat homosexual under some circumstances, you fuckin' whiner," the falcon said, pressing one scaly hand over the middle of his breast in a mock-pledge. "However, that said..."
The falcon darted forward a step, so that his scaly, orange-yellow feet were planted right in front of John. The human was suddenly very aware that they were both wearing nothing but long thermal underwear...
"You've got a few things to explain first." The raptor said, casting a narrow-eyed gaze at John.
The bird loomed over him. Perthen had a short, sharply hooked beak and huge, sharp black eyes that rarely blinked. Dark blue feathers covered his face, wings and tailfeathers, and creamy-white downfeathers populated his front from the throat down. Both colors of feathers met on his lower body, forming stripes of broken-up blue patches along a fluffy sea of white... feathers that trailed down to the bird's crotch. John could make out a broad, soft bulge underneath Perthen's tight grey undergarment; his eyes were drawn to it, half from surprise, half from...
"No, hey... Perthen..." John began, meeting the bird's raptorial eyes again. "I gave you an answer, so... fucking... take it. Thanks for talking with me earlier, but I'm not..."
The falcon sighed, and then immediately interrupted John. "Let me tell you something I have observed since coming here. Every Kri I've met spends about three days gawking at me because I'm an avian and your messed up little country is about ninety-five percent human. You people don't have a lot of diversity. I'm a racial curiosity..."
"What!? That's the most stereotypical bulls..." John began.
Perthen raised his hand up. "Not done yet," he said, turning his head and narrowing his eyes to fix a sly, sharp look on the human. "We've known each other about... what, two weeks? I've noticed something, John. Every so often- when you think I'm not looking- your eyes have this... interesting tendency to wander down here..." he finished, pointing towards the bulge in the front of his crotch.
The human's cheeks flushed with heat. "What the fuck are you talking about!?" John yelled back, raising a finger at Perthen. "You must be seeing the things you want to see, male-lover..."
"Why not both?" Perthen replied, taking an undaunted step towards John. "I swear by sweet fuckin' sunshine that I'm *very* good at seeing things, human. Seeing things like... your erection slowly growing throughout this conversation..."
"What?! No!" the human said, adjusting the front of his thermal underwear as his face flushed deep red. His treacherously-rigid member burned with heat as it rubbed against the front of the tight thermals...
Perthen shook his head from side to side and clicked his beak together, stepping forward. "You don't need to lie to me..." the bird said, planting a talon-tipped foot between John's legs as he crouched down to face the human directly.
Turning his eyes from the falcon's intense gaze, the human leaned away. "Just... leave me the fuck alone..." he mumbled to Perthen.
"You don't need to lie to yourself, either..." the raptor quietly replied, pausing to take another long drag on his smoldering cigarette.
John looked away as the bird blew smoke over his face. The tent smelled powerfully of burnt honey tobacco and marijuana; his skin felt hot and clammy, and his erection was, if anything, all the stiffer. The falcon's words kept running through his mind over and over again, along with a shred of a whisper of a passing thought that urged him to consider the feathered male's offer...
Looking up, John felt like the Peregrine's laser-sharp gaze was going to bore holes in his retinas. The raptor's beak was cracked slightly to hold the marijuana cigarette hanging from it; it made it look like the bird was giving him a bemused grin.
"Say it," Perthen said, not bothering to remove the blunt from his beak before talking. "Just fucking say it, John. Say 'yes'."
"Abyss-loving... insanity... you are insane..." the human said, shaking his head from side to side. Was it really true? Conflict and contradictions wracked his thoughts, but slowly clarity came to him. The strand of desire shared by his recent fantasies and wandering thoughts unraveled further and further, until John wrenched his mind away from them and was left staring back into Perthen's eyes. He felt his hard-on press against the front of his underwear as the avian stared at him, hardly blinking...
John's eyes traced over the avian commando's cocksure grin and lean, tight muscles; his hooked, black-tipped beak and his long, coal-blue wingfeathers and tailfeathers. The falcon male had drawn his eyes since they had met, but now John's mind drifted deeper along the trails of thought he had abandoned earlier. Again, his eyes came to rest not on the falcon's sharply-swept wingarms, hooked beak or knife-pointed talons, but rather the soft, protruding bulge in the front of his tight underwear. He wondered what it would look like...
Saints; what was he doing!? Not merely lusting after another male, but a male *bird* at that! Yes; he was curious. Maybe even... more than that...
"You... you wouldn't... tell..." John stammered.
"Fuck no," Perthen calmly replied, stubbing out the remains of his cigarette on the side of a knife. "I think that what happens in the field... can stay there..."
John felt like his stomach was twisting itself into knots; his voice was a mere whisper. "Maybe... yes..."
Perthen laughed, hopping forward twice inside the cramped tent before resting one scaly hand on John's shoulder. "Good... now... are you ready?"
"I guess..." John said, casting his eyes downward. He flinched as the falcon's hand squeezed his shoulder, and gave a low, tense, anxious sight. What had he even agreed to?
"Hmmm... this is going to be a short fight..." the falcon cracked, tensing on his talons.
"Wait... what?" the human stammered, feeling his anxiety build.
And then suddenly, Perthen was on top of him. One of the avian's scaly hands wrapped around his bare sides while the other boldly took hold of John's jaw and pulled him forward. John's protests were drowned in a kiss, as Perthen pressed his hard beak around the human's lips...
The slippery, warm taste of the falcon's tongue was enough to make John's whole body flush with heat and tense with fearful agony and blazing lust all at once. Their tongues pressed together and Perthen's hard beak bit down around his soft lips; not enough to draw blood, but enough that John tensed and tried to pull away.
The falcon broke away from the kiss himself, playfully rubbing his beak against John's cheek before putting his claws on the human's shoulders. Perthen gently pushed John down to the ground by his arms, unrelenting even when the human put up confused resistance...
"Saints, Perthen! What-ungh" John began, as the bird's claws wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him back forward, into the bird's feathered, muscular chest. "What... what the fuck are you doing!"
The Peregrine was utterly patient with his reply. "Before raptors mate- especially males- we must establish dominance. That way, there is no question during the mating itself," the falcon growled, squeezing his scaly hand around the back of the human's neck. He drummed his hard, sharp claws against the human's soft, warm skin...
John couldn't help but suck in breath through the bird's strong, lean, down-covered breast with each prick. His reply was wordless; he merely stiffened against the falcon's chest. Fighting back seemed ludicrous; asking the raptor to go any easier was something his pride wouldn't allow...
"Ah... humans..." the falcon said, slowly pressing his feet against John's thighs and squeezing his talons around the thickest meat he could find. "You're just so... soft and defenseless when you're naked. So... silly looking, without armor and clothes... so many cute, delicate little bits..."
Perthen began mussing through his hair and pulling on his ears, laughing softly. John wasn't sure what to do with himself as the bird soldier asserted his dominance. The down on Perthen's chest was soft and warm, and smelled strongly of the other male's musk. Fear and uncertainty, curiosity and lust made his belly roil and his heart thud. The only thing that kept him from trying to call the whole thing off was the throbbing erection pushing against his underwear...
Pulling the human back, Perthen pushed John down against the sleeping back with one hand, and then perched his feet on either side of the human's bare, heaving chest.
"Saints almighty, Perthen! You can't just fucking... attack me like that! This is already pretty *fucking* weird, without having to fear for my life!" John swore, straining against Perthen's light body. The bird didn't weight much, but his grip was incredibly strong...
"Heh... little human; you think this is rough?" Perthen said, shaking his beak from side to side with a look of clear bemusement on his blue-feathered face. "I'm not going to hurt you, darlin'; you can trust me on that. Just try and take it like a man, okay?" the falcon said, slowly lowering his head towards Johns.
"O-okay..." John stammered, squirming backwards before Perthen clamped a clawed hand down on his shoulder and held him in place. "But I'm not sure abo-mghf-"
"Shhh..." Perthen hushed, cocking his beak into a smile. Still standing straight up, Perthen had lifted one of his feet into the air and pushed it into John's face, pushing the human's head back down against the floor of the tent. Breathing heavily through the yellow-orange toes squeezing around him, John felt the falcon's hand come to rest across his tented crotch, giving his cock a squeeze right through his thick underwear...
Perthen unclenched his foot from John's face, but rubbed his long toes against the human's face again and again, once even forcing a talon into John's mouth. The strange, degrading spectacle hypnotized John; he'd always found the avian's feet to be... attractive, in their own way...
The bird's foot had three toes facing forward and a fourth, reversed toe in the back of his scaly foot. Each of the falcon's toes were tipped with long, curved, sharp talons. John could see traces of blood caked on the cool, earthy-smelling talons. That explained how Perthen had caught their snowrabbit dinner...
The falcon playfully held John's penis in his claws, sliding it back and forth under the tight fabric of John's thermals. "Mmm... you like that?" Perthen mused, pausing to give the erect penis a gentle squeeze with his lithe, strong fingers.
John remained silent but nodded, shuddering under the bird's strong strokes. Each one made his body melt with pleasure...
"Yeah... you like that." Perthen repeated. A simple statement, without malice or confusion.
The falcon's feet moved away from him, and John felt Perthen pull him up onto his knees. He looked up while rubbing his nose and straining erection just in time to see Perthen stripping off his undergarments. The male bird twitched his coal-blue tailfeathers up and down and then pressed his hands backwards, running his claws through the long feathers to fluff them out properly.
A moment of shock hit the human when he realized what was right in front of his face; the falcon's maleness. A plump, fleshy sheathe coated thinly in creamy-white feathers hung downward from Perthen's crotch; John could see the glistening, deep red tip of his phallus poke out from the thick but mostly-limp phallus. He had a good idea of what the raptor was going to demand of him...
John was still breathing heavily from being wrestled to the ground earlier- and having to breathe through the falcon's foot. "Fuck! Saints, Perthen! I... I don't know about... that..." he rasped.
"I do." Perthen said, squeezing the human's shoulders lightly and pulling John closer to his plump, slowly-hardening maleness. "Come on... put those soft lips to good use, mammal..."
"I've never done anything like this..." John whispered, swallowing as he stared at the bird's sheathefeathers. The pubic down above them, in front of his face, was far thicker. Those feathers were slightly dirty from their long journey; the smell of sweat and musk on the falcon's crotch was layered under rich earthy, grassy scent that made John's nose wrinkle slightly. Heavy, oblong testicles hung low behind the bird's dick, covered in fine, fuzzy feathers...
"Come on, John... I'm sure you've been curious..." Perthen breathed. "I've seen your kind do it before. It's not too hard; just watch the teeth... and do what comes naturally..."
The masculine musk made John's stiff cock twitch against the front of his underwear. With a single shuddering breath, the human pressed his head forward until his lips were mere inches from Perthen's dangling sheathe...
"Come on... closer... touch it..." the falcon said, squeezing John's shoulder.
John bit his lips and blinked, staring at Perthen's member as it began to grow out from its white-downed sheathe. He'd never been so close to another male's penis before, never so much as spied a furtive glance at one; let alone been *presented* with such a thick, inhuman phallus and expected to wrap his *mouth* around it...
The bird's member was not at all like his, and he still couldn't see much of it. John could see the tip of the slick, red birdhood, but the rest was still wrapped up in the fold of other male's sheathe. Experimentally, he put one hand on the falcon's feather-clad, warm testicles and gently rolled them between his fingers...
"Good... now... get a good taste..." Perthen said, encouraging and eager.
Male-lover. Tail-raiser. Cock-sucker. Words carved jagged streaks of fear and shame across John's mind as he pulled closer to the bird's dangling penis. He'd laughed along with the crude jokes the other soldiers made, even made a few himself. But his private, wandering fantasies had never gone away... and now here, with the reality finally before him, they rose to the fore of his mind...
John slid half of the soft, half-erect birdhood into his mouth, until his lips were flush with Perthen's sheathe. Holding the warm, slick, fleshy upper-half of the falcon's member in his mouth, he could feel it grow in wet twitches as blood pumped into it. Lust blazed and doubt ebbed as the avian male's pubic feathers brushed his nose, and he felt his companion's cock begin to harden in his mouth...
Breathing heavily, John closed his eyes and began to squeeze his lips tighter around the smooth member. It had a musky, masculine taste that was like sweaty flesh, except tinged with hints of sour bitterness, under thicker a layer of rich saltiness...
He gave a tentative, slow suck, and then another, and then pushed his head forward to suck on more of the warm, hardening, tapered cock. He hoped he was doing it right...
"Mmm... yeah... f-fuck, that's nice..." Perthen said, breathing deep and slow. "I knew you'd be good, John... just use a little more tongue..."
John felt his cheeks burn with a powerful blush, but he obeyed. In between slow sucks, the human male pressed his tongue against the underside of the falcon's tapered cock and teased it with licks, drawing shuddering moans from Perthen. The falcon began to spurt slick, salty preseed right against his tongue; each one sent John's heart racing higher...
The human opened his eyes as he continued to suck. Whatever traces of doubt or denial he had before were gone. The raptor's body- at once delicate and deadly- was a playground for his idle hands. John began to gently stroke the stiff fan of tailfeathers that stood from above Perthen's rear as he sucked. He then wrapped his hands around the falcon's backside and squeezed the bird's tight ass, then pushed his fingers up and squeezed the falcon's soft rump-down between his fingers. He felt like a man starved for touch, but wasn't that what he was? He'd not so much as kissed a girl since the beginning of the civil war, and that had been almost a year ago...
A trilling moan left Perthen's beak as John's tenuous efforts grew more and more passion. "Yeah... y-yeah... just like t-that... mmm... that feels... fucking great..." he warbled. "Saints, John... we should've done this days ago..."
The slick, salty, wet taste of preseed grew stronger in John's mouth as he experimented with his tongue, rubbing it up and down the bird's firm, hot, tapered penis. It was so much harder than when he had first began to suck it; now he could feel every throb of the falcon's arousal. John couldn't say exactly why, but there was something oddly satisfying about making the powerful raptor squirm in pleasure...
Back and forth, back and forth he slid his mouth around the bird's shaft, squeezing his lips so tight around Perthen's cock his rarely-used facial muscles burned with strain. John stopped and held the cock in his mouth, licking his tongue against the tip until Perthen was trembling and his mouth was full of salty-tasting preseed. It took him two shallow gulps to swallow the avian's gift; a powerful shudder of aroused anxiety thrummed through him as he did. The bird's pubic feathers tickling his nose, the fleshy, salty, sweaty taste of cock in his mouth, the salty tang of preseed was not at all like he had expected. Was the raptor's taste normal for male-pre? Why did the very *question* arouse him so..?
No. He didn't want to think past the heat of the moment. It was far easier to squeeze hold of the falcon's tight, feathered ass and resume his rocking sucks. John let saliva and preseed leak from his lips as he wrapped them around girth of the falcon's member, trying to pleasure the bird as much as he possibly could...
"Yeah... yeah..." Perthen said, breathing rapidly now. "Getting close... keep it going..."
There was no question in the falcon's voice, merely a command. But John's eager, wordless reply was to pick up his pace. He continued with desperate, eager passion, squeezing his lips around the top of the falcon's hot, throbbing birdhood at the beginning of each suck, and not letting go until his mouth had caressed the entire tapered bird-shaft. The salty-musky taste of falcon-pre splashing against his tongue became constant; claws dug deep into the folds of his skin...
Quite suddenly, Perthen pulled him forward and his tailfeathers twitched hard against John's hand. John heard the falcon give a low, trilling warble, and felt his tapered, throbbing maleness give a heavy twitch against his tongue. John shuddered as he felt a heavy warm, sticky spurt of cum gush into his mouth. Without a moment's pause in the heat of the moment, he began swallowing the bitter-tasting, salty-meaty seed. The falcon's cock throbbed hard again, and more of the raptor's thick, musky cum shot into his mouth...
The bird trilled over him, pressing his thick-feathered crotch further into John's nose as he came. The volume of cum filling his mouth was too much and the taste too strong; John tried to pull his head away, but the falcon's powerful hand held his head stiffly in place. Panicked, John swallowed more as quickly as he could, shuddering as he felt the heat and taste of the other male's essence slide down his throat. Perthen's talons squeezed down on John's bare feet and brought them even closer together, and then the bird's wing-arms hugged him tight...
Coughing as he continued to swallow the slowly-tapering flow of raptor seed spurting into his mouth, John felt lightheaded. The falcon's powerful talons slowly let go of his feet, but Perthen had squeezed them so tight his toes felt tingly and numb. The smell and taste and *heat* of the other male's release dominated his senses and his thoughts.
Still dazed, John slowly removed his lips from around the falcon's tapered penis, kissing the slick tip when it was presented to him once more.
"That was very nice, solider..." Perthen said, stroking John's back affectionately. "You've never sucked a dick before?"
"N-no..." John managed to whisper.
"Could've fooled me..." the bird replied, pulling John's head away before the human could dare another lick. Two scaly fingers brushed a hanging gob of semen from John's lips, and then slipped away. "Now... hold still..."
Perthen swung his hips forward, pressing his cock against John's nose. The overwhelmingly-musky scent of bird-cum filled John's nose as the falcon rubbed his maleness against the human's cheeks and face. John shuddered and tried to pull back yet again, but the Peregrine's claws held him in place.
"Why... mmgh... what the fuck are you... doing..." John whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as slick trails of raptor cum were painted across his face.
Perthen, finished, leaned low and licked John's nose. "I like you... I wanted you to know how much. Don't worry; without any feathers on that cute skin-face, my musk won't last too long..."
John felt the falcon's hands slide down to his thermal underwear- now tented and wet in the front- and without a word began pulling them down off his slick, hot skin. The bird squeezed his hard cock and gave it three quick strokes, and then learned forward to lick his neck. Perthen rubbed his hard beak up and down inside the warm crook of John's neck, licking it between beak-strokes...
John, still trying to catch his breath, felt far from his own body as Perthen grabbed his wrists and flipped him onto his belly like a sack of rice, and then pulled him onto his knees. He shuddered instinctively as the falcon tenderly stroked the back of his ballsack with the top of his claws, feeling vulnerable in ways he had never before...
"Mmm... humans are so... bare." the falcon mused again, squeezing John's hanging balls from behind and giving them a gentle downward yank. "No feathers, no scales, no fur... no tail, nothin'... just... nice, smooth ass..." the bird continued with a sigh, slapping John's ass-cheeks with his cupped, scaly palms.
"S-Saints, Perthen... " John began, biting his lips numb as the falcon's scaly fingers began to slide between his rear. The sensations were stimulating and surreal all at once; each time the bird groped his rear, his shaft throbbed needfully and a trembling, confused shiver ran down his spine. Was he really going to let the falcon mate him? He didn't want *that*, did he?
"Shhh... don't worry, John... you can take this... and you will enjoy it..." Perthen said, giving the human soldier's rear firm squeezes. He pulled the other male's cheeks apart, and then pushed them back together...
John breathed in through his teeth, shaking his head in a vain effort to clear the fog from his mind. He had to say something before Perthen took things too far; he wasn't ready. But lustful curiosity held his tongue; what was the falcon going to do to him..?
Perthen's hands grasped hard around his ankles and spread them apart. "You ready..?"
Frozen with indecision, John did not reply, though his breathing grew even more labored than before. He felt light-headed, nearly drunk on the rush of his own fear. The musk of falcon-seed was still thick and heavy in the warm, well-insulated tent. It was far stronger than the spiced fragrance of burnt honey tobacco and marijuana, stronger than the smell of fresh sweat and burnt gunpower. The taste of the bird's salty-bitter-savory cum still lingered in the corners of his mouth...
Perthen gave his right cheek a firm slap, and then in the middle of a teasing grope, bird's claws deftly stole away. John heard a *POP* from behind, and turned his head in time to see the falcon pouring a pool of colorless, slick, glistening liquid into the middle of his right palm...
John turned around, shuddering in anticipation until he felt what was to come next: a cold, slick, scaly finger pressing against his asshole. "A-ah!" the human gasped, tensing and hissing through his teeth as Perthen kept going, pushing the entire clawed finger straight into his ass. Forcefully, the bird's finger pushed deeper and began to wiggle around inside his ass...
"Hey... hey... you don't want to tense up, sugar. Relax. I'll get you warmed up real soon..." the falcon said, clicking his beak together in a musical patter as he worked his finger around in John's sensitive anal passage.
John held himself as stiff as a board despite the bird's words. John tensed as the bird's claw worked deeper into him; it was like having a dagger sheathed in his body. John was no stranger to sex, but the soft, warm, tender embrace of a woman was what he knew. The male falcon's idea of mating was violent and passionate, in a way that scared him and yet made him aroused in a way he had *never known...
"I've been dreamin' of your sweet ass for days now, John..." the falcon suddenly whispered, slowly dragging the smooth top of his beak across the human's spine as he wiggled his finger again. "Dreamin' of making it mine..."
Perthen's finger slipped out from his hole entirely, then traced a circle around it and plunged back in so quickly John whimpered. Then, the raptor's claw was gone, and the wet, slick, tapered head of the bird's tapered dick pushed up into the cleft of John's ass. Perthen slid his member right up against John's abused, quivering hole and began to push forward....
John shivered as he felt the falcon's birdhood spread his ass open, burning with tension the whole while. Disbelief was the first thing that struck him; the other male was inside him, and pushing still deeper. He could feel electric heat in his nerves as his rear squeezed around the thick, filling phallus...
...and then it was pulled from his backside with a slick pop. The head of Perthen's tapered penis kissed his tense asshole and was then pushed forward, making John's eyes water as his anus was forced to spread wide open once more. The thrust drove deeper into his body, filling most of his ass before the falcon gave a satisfied squawk and pulled back again...
John groaned and moaned in turn as his rear was forcefully taken by the raptor. Having never felt such sensations, his ass- especially his poor anus- burned with pain, and yet he bit his tongue and let his eyes water. There was no way, not the slightest *shred* of a chance he was going to show any more weakness to Perthen.
Again and again, Perthen pushed the length of his erect cock into John's ass in slow, unrelenting thrusts that made the human tense like a coiled spring, until the bird hilted himself. Perthen rolled his hips into each thrust at the apex, pushing his falconhood right into a yielding, quivering place deep inside the human's ass. Each time Perthen's cock tickled that strange spot, hot, electric pleasure shot straight through John's achingly-hard cock, culminating in a bizarre, intense tingling in the head of his member...
It was unlike anything he had ever done before. There was nothing he could do between those sweet, slow thrusts into his ass, nothing but clench the folds of his sleeping bag tight between his sweaty hands and raise his rump even higher. Perthen's strong hands clutched John's wrists tight and his talons were hooked into the back of John's ankles; even though the avian didn't weight very much, his strength was such that John couldn't move further than an inch or two away...
"Y-you like that?" Perthen asked at the peak of one thrust, breaking the silence filled by their gasping moans and the lewd sounds made by their joined bodies.
John's reply came in slow, halting groans between Perthen's thrusting. "Y-y-ye-s-s..."
"You... sweet... little... human..." Perthen growled, moving his weight further forward and increasing the speed of his thrusts. Quicker and quicker, John felt the slick, hard pole of falcon meat push deep into his ass before withdrawing in an instant, leaving the shuddering human without a moment of respite. "You like being fucked?"
Perthen's beak prickled his cheek, dragged sharply across it. John shuddered as words were drawn from his shivering lips, "Y-yes..."
"Good..." the bird replied, laughing softly against his scratched cheek.
John's heart pounded against his ribcage as their coupling continued. The falcon's feathery hips slammed back and forth against his backside at a speed that was, unbelievably, still growing. The pounding was unmerciful; he thanked every Saint he could name that the shaft spreading his passage wide was tapered and smooth, unlike his human maleness. The hot, tingling arousal building in the tip of his cock was growing stronger, so much stronger...
John trembled as the passion of their mating blazed hotter. Between his legs, his cock was twitching in hard throbs, leaking preseed all over his winter-camouflaged sleeping bag. John felt a moment away from a powerful climax; he yearned to stroke his aching erection, but when he tried to pull away from Perthen's hold the falcon began to dig his sharp-tipped claws into John's skin.
"No..." Perthen firmly- yet playfully- cheeped. "I'll make you cum, my sweet little bitch..."
John's eyes watered as he coughed out ragged laughs. The falcon's words would have driven him into a bloody rage earlier, but now he simply wanted it to be true.
With a low, suppressed screech, Perthen pulled him into his lap and pressed the underside of his beak hard into the meat of John's right shoulder. The human grunted in surprise as the quick motion threw him off-balance...
John felt his sweaty backside slap hard against the bird's moist pubic feathers, felt the falcon's throbbing shaft push deep into his ass, felt the rush of hot breath tickle inside his right ear as Perthen gave voice to his coming release...
The falcon kept up his barely audible screech as he held John across his lap with one strong arm, and began to rock back and forth into his tightness. John's body practically froze up in pleasure as the rocking motion made Perthen's falconhood grind right into that bizarrely-pleasurable spot inside his ass. Unlike before, the stimulation seemed to build on itself instead of fading away between thrusts...
It was so much pleasure; too much. John moaned and felt his entire body tense as the falcon-cock drove into his ass like a jackhammer. Fat beads of precum rolled down the head of his cock constantly as his untouched manhood throbbed and quivered with pleasure, each one of Perthen's short, rocking thrusts bringing him closer and closer to orgasm...
"P-Perthen... S-Saints... fuck, oh f-fuck..." the human moaned, rocking his head wildly from side to side. Perthen's feathered arm squeezed him tight against the falcon's chest; the bird's strength was incredible...
John felt overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting him. Claws pricked his bare skin as Perthen hugged him tighter, pushing his cock firm into the strange pleasure-spot in his ass. John's sight blurred and he moaned helplessly as it built higher and higher; his erect cock twitched hard in front of him, bobbing up and down in time with their feral mating...
The human felt his cock throb over and over, until the heat in the head of his penis was a radiant blaze. Tremors ran though his whole body, from the sore muscles deep in his rear to his tensed arms and legs, all the way to his shaking lips. A low, ghostly echo of a moan rose in the tent as John held his mouth shut, trying not to make a sound even as each of Perthen's thrusts brought his anal orgasm closer...
Time lurched in the human's mind as the falcon pressed hard into his ass with a final thrust, giving a trilling, suppressed screech of his own. John's eyes closed hard as he gasped for breath; a sweaty, feathered arm swung across his chest and clutched him tight...
Warmth, hot, spreading, gooey warmth suddenly bloomed in John's ass as the falcon came into him. John groaned as he felt hot falcon-seed shoot deeper and deeper into his rear, while the pointed tip of Perthen's beak pushed painfully into the side of his shoulder. Hot semen exploded into most the sensitive places in his body, forcing John to hold cries of unabashed pleasure in his throat. His cock gave heavy *throbs* as his own seed poured into it, and then a climax like he had never felt before hit him...
John, at his peak, couldn't choke down his own moans. A heavy, burning throb shot from his balls all the way into the head of his penis, and suddenly he shot huge spurt of hot seed right against his chin. John shook back and forth as Perthen's slick cock continued to thrust in and out of his ass, cumming and orgasming anally all the while. His climax loosed seed against his belly and the sleeping bag under him in long, thick, uncontrollable streams of release that was unlike any pleasure he had ever felt; his nuts roiled and his shaft throbbed as his member continued to shamelessly erupt, driven onward by Perthen's sloppy-slick, almost painfully quick thrusts...
Spent, the bird pitched forward, dragging John down into the sleeping bag covered by his loosed seed. The bird hugged the human tight and let his tapered dick rest firm and snug inside John's anal passage as he continued to cum. Perthen's slim tongue licked stray tears away from John's trembling, closed eyes as the human's member continued to throb and drip cum into the waterproofed sleeping bag under them...
"Wow..." John breathed, lurching slightly to the side and curling inward as the falcon's heaving chest pressed against his back. Tears filled his eyes and small downfeathers were stuck to his hot, sweaty skin; the rush of release left him too dazed to brush either away. "Oh... oh, Saints above... I can't believe I just did that..." he whispered, incredulous.
"That a fact..?" Perthen slowly replied, patting the other soldier on his right shoulder.
"I can't believe you just... you just f-fucked me in the ass..." John mumbled, rolling his head through the sleeping bag in front of his face. Half to wipe the sweat away from his brow; half to keep his eyes closed. "Saints... I'm still shaking..."
"For the record... you've got a perfect ass," the falcon said, laughing softly as he dragged the hard, smooth top of his beak across the back of John's neck. "Truth of the fuckin' heavens..."
"Oh f-fuck! Fuck..." John breathed, shivering in horrified realization as the bird's beak pressed against his skin. The inside of his ass felt warm, wet and squishy with the falcon's cum; his no-longer-virgin hole sore and sensitive. Hot tremors of pleasure still ran up and down his limp, utterly-spent penis. Lying atop the sleeping bag he had cum on, he could feel slick, slightly-sticky heat of his own seed all over his side. There was so *much* of it...
"Alright, alright! We've both had enough of your weird guilt." Perthen said, leaning over and licking the side of John's cheek once, dragging his unzipped sleeping bag across them both. "Now come on, sugar; roll over..." the falcon said, expediting the process with a shove. "I'd like to be taking a warm shower by tomorrow night, so we're getting up at oh-three hundred tomorrow. You copy?"
"Yeah... okay..." the human soldier said back, in a ragged, barely-audible whisper. "I mean... I'm not saying that wasn't... good, bu-"
"Good. Then leave it at that, soldier" Perthen said, faintly smiling. The falcon rolled his feathered bulk forward, wrapping his winged arms around John's sides and squeezing his scaly feet around John's ankles. John shivered slightly as the bird's soft member slid up into the wet, sticky crook of his rear, and then again when Perthen pushed his feathered head forward and rested it against the side of his head. John felt the falcon's beak slowly slide through his hair; Perthen's nostrils blew warm air over his head as the bird began to straighten out his mussed hair.
"Perthen... is this... necessary..." John whispered, right as the falcon rested a scaly hand across his spent member, and began playing with his balls.
"I'm very... protective... when I mate someone..." the falcon said, yawning sharply and giving John's cock slow, possessive squeezes. "I'm sorry; It's sort of... instinctual... and honest-to-heavens you are a horrifyingly-inept liability under gunfire..."
"Sorry," John sheepishly replied.
"It's okay..." the bird said with a slower yawn, closing his eyes and slowly resting his head against John's.
Enveloped in the bird's tight embrace, John sighed and smiled to himself. Soft, warm feathers cushioned his back, while at the same time the bird's hard, sharp talons and beak-tip dug slightly into his flesh. The bird's body was very warm, and his winged arms as soft and broad as a feathered blanket. For the first time since they had set out on mission, he didn't feel the chilling bite of the winter night.
Exhausted and confused, sated and safe, John eventually drifted away to pleasant dreams in the winged arms of his protector.
He slept well that night. But it wouldn't be for many more months- again in the falcon's embrace- that he would sleep as well again.