Fish and Bird
#1 of Fish and Bird
More old work that I'm kinda proud of.
The raven was unceremoniously slammed against his bed, two heavy, grey claws held his lithe, sinewy form against the sheets as the pointed muzzle of his shark lover pressed against his beak, forcing a rough kiss from him. His pointed tongue ran over the row of serrated and deadly teeth, the sharks shorter but thicker organ licked at whatever it could reach. The raven wanted to desperately hold his shark, his feathered hands twitched at the thought of them dancing over the shark's slick skin, tracing along the bold tribal tattoos that covered most of his body, massaging the thick and powerful muscles that would soon be used to fuck him into submission. The submissive bird remembered having a shirt at one point, but it probably was striped away from him long ago.
The shark broke their passionately forceful kiss to issue a gruff command of "Turn over." To the bird, which he followed soundly. The shark took a moment to listen to his boyfriend, the needy groans and whines were music to his ears, a song of heartfelt desire that might tug on anyone else's heartstrings, but only added fuel to the burly predator's arousal. The raven was pinned under the shark again, this time by the shark's chest, his heavy hands traveling over the raven possessively, studying the much less impressive muscles that lied under the layer of obsidian feathers. The raven cawed softly a few times before glancing back at his lover with pleading orange eyes that begged for him to be taken in the best way possible. The shark growled loudly, easily understanding that his boyfriend was tired of waiting for what was his.
The shark wasted no more time, snatching the loose cargo shorts away from the lean body with a shrill ripping sound, the raven didn't care much for them anyway. The shark gave a classic toothy smile, the kind that only vicious predators could give, at the sight before him, his mate face down on their bed asking no, imploring, that he be pounded into a pile of feathers a semen. A request the shark was more then happy to fulfill. The sharp echo of the fish yanking down his zipper made the raven tail feathers flutter in anticipation, the dull thump of nine inches of shark meat landing square under said tail feathers made his entire body flutter. The shark didn't even make and effort to wrench his jeans off, the scent, sight and sound of his raven's arousal was too much for his senses to take. With a needless draw back and overly loud grunt, the shark hilted himself inside the raven's silken orifice, the sheer tightness making him grunt once more. The raven let out a shallow caw, most of the air rushing from his body as soon as the thick head was hammered into him. With a stiff grip on the raven's sides, the shark began thrusting, not offering anytime for the raven to adjust, but he knew his lover would want it that way more then anything. The raven was so driven by the sensation of being entered, he forgot his own member, already stiff and dripping precum that soaked into the bed sheets hastily. The shark's pace was quick and brutish, to anyone watching it would look like a huge shark was abusing a poor raven, but it was quite the opposite to the pair engaged in the rough coupling. Firm, powerful grunts and groans spilled from the shark's mouth, his dark eyes glaring down at the male beneath him, watching him squirm about faintly in maddening pleasure, one of the shark's favorite sights. The raven clenched the blankets in his hands, unable find a decent purchase to brace himself on as the shark cock pounded his tight rear relentlessly, the substantial length slamming right into his prostate, causing him to cry out in unbridled pleasure and leak more and more pre along their bed. The shark didn't loose pace for a moment, the heavy smack of his sack against the raven's was the same just as they started, swift and tenacious. The raven wanted to praise his lover on the splendid job he was doing, thank him for the satisfaction he was so selflessly giving him, but all that came out his beak was a mixture of avian caws and grunst, he knew his shark would get the hint anyway. The shark was skilled, so skilled that he could stave off his orgasm for a few minutes but that would require the higher brain functions he ignored for the sheer primal enjoyment that he got from fucking his mate senseless. The raven who was still overlooking his own bodily signals, failed to feel the thick jets of cum shoot from the pierced tip of his cock, the thick white liquid staining his feathers and bed, but his shark definitely couldn't looks past it, the already tight tailhole clenching tighter around his shaft, tight enough to make him flinch and grow week in the knees. The shark growled and struggled to tug his member free for one final thrust, his peak reached and his climax surging though his body, but only severed to speed it up. With a strained roar, the shark came deep inside his lover, flooding the raven with watery seed as his tattooed balls emptied their remarkable load inside the feathery rump. The shark had utterly taxed himself for the pleasure of his mate, he was more then happy to of course. With a heavy sigh, the shark collapsed on his mate as softly as he could manage, a lazy grin on his muzzle as he drifted off. The raven tilted his head to see the still erect but now softly snoring shark, the spectacle made him smile as he rolled the bigger male off him with little difficultly.
His big tough predator of the seas had fallen asleep right after sex, like he always did. And he was still hard, like he always was. The raven rubbed his beak thoughtfully, a more roguish smile appearing.
"It wouldn't hurt to have a little more fun, right?"