Highway Hijinx
The whump whup whup of loose rubber against the roadway let Raknar know that things could indeed get worse, and just had. He slapped the dashboard of the cheap rental car angrily, a flat tire was just one more thing gone wrong in what should have been a great day. In the passenger seat next to him, the griffette jumped slightly at the sudden outburst.
Raknar felt bad for scaring her like that, none of this had been her fault, just his usual bad luck. He threw open the door and got out into the pouring rain, muttering and cursing. The rain seemed to the cause of all his problems right now, it had stopped them from flying across to the mountains, forcing them to rent this car that was probably older than his parents.
Rummaging in the boot he found a car-jack that looked like the original. He pulled it out along with the tire-iron and the spare tire, moving them around to where the back wheel was looking rather worse for wear. He worked the jack under the car and heard Zevery's door click shut as he started to lift the frame up. She stood behind him, resting her paws on his shoulders.
"It doesn't look too bad, it's only flat on the bottom" she quipped, trying to cheer him up a bit.
Despite everything, he smiled slightly, "get back in the car and stay dry, theres not much point in us both getting wet, we'll be back on the road in no time."
She worked her thumbs lightly into the muscles of his neck as he worked, "I'm soaked to the skin already, are you sure I can't help?"
Steam rose off Raknar's arms as he worked the handle of the jack, almost having to lift the car himself. Thankfully the lug-nuts came undone easily, and the old tire was soon rolled out of the way. He rolled the spare up into place and "SHIT!" They didn't match at all.
Zevery came back from getting the old tire into the boot and looked at him questioningly. "This tire isn't going to work, the old one is a five-stud but this spare is a four stud" he explained.
He stood up, wiping the muck off his hands on an old towel that Zevery had found in the back of the car. "I'll have to call a tow-truck" he decided, pulling his cellphone out of the car. He moved off a short way to a tree that afforded enough shelter to keep his phone from getting wet and called the towing service. In a small blessing, the tow-guy was a local and knew where they were, despite being on a middle-of-nowhere farm road.
He turned and saw Zevery standing in the pouring rain, wrapped in her own wings. He'd been unfair to her, she had been so great through all of this. Tossing the phone back in the car he crossed to her, "I'm really sorry Zev, we should be in the mountains by now, sipping French wine in front of a roaring fire. Not standing in the rain with a busted car."
She hugged him, "well, we've got some orange juice, and the hood of the car is still kinda war."
Raknar licked his beak, some orange juice sounded pretty good right now. They sat on the front of the car, soaking up what little heat was left from the engine. The juice was warm from having been in the car, but by that point Raknar would have drunk anything handed to him. Things just seemed to keep getting worse.
He stood, water running off his feathers in rivulets, "Come on, lets get in the car where its dry and get warm. That tow-guy said he'd take awhile to get here."
She grabbed his arm, pulling him back down next to her, "Lets not Rak, we're already soaking wet, and besides, it's quite peaceful out here."
She was right, now that he had calmed down, it was really nice. There was no one else around for miles, and the rain seemed to be not actually that cold. In fact, it felt quite nice running over his feathers, dripping down onto the skin below. He looked at Zevery sitting next to him, her feathers and fur were plastered down onto her body, showing off her amazing figure. His eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts and she caught him staring. He blushed but Zevery took his hand in her paw, smiling slightly with that wicked glint in her eye she got sometimes.
She lent over and licked his jawline softly, letting him know exactly what she was wanting. Raknar stood up and faced her, leaning in to run his tongue up her neck. She sighed softly and braced herself against the hood as he slowly worked his hands and tongue down her body. The cold and desire was causing her nipples to stick out slightly from her chest fur, so Raknar traced circles around them with his tongue, flickering over them with the lightest of touches.
His hands rubbed her back lightly, stroking the base of her wings on their journey downwards. The tip of his tongue competed with the streams of water to find it's way down her belly. Raknar wrapped his hands around her thighs, lifting her fully up onto the car hood.
She lay back, wings and arms spread, panting softly as his beak found it's way between her legs. His tongue snaked out and licked up her inner thigh, above her mound and down onto the other thigh. He slowly worked his way inwards, drawing ever-closer to where she wanted him to be. Her heady scent filled his nostrils as his tongue was on the verge of contacting her outer lips.
He changed direction, drawing the flat of his tongue back down her thigh. She reached down and grabbed the back of his head, pulling it back to where it should be. Raknar tilted his head down, resting the top of his beak along her slit. He let out a low hum, making his beak vibrate against her.
She panted somewhat louder when he increased the volume of the hum, pressing his beak firmly against her wetness.
Drawing his beak upwards along her lips, he pushed his tongue out and in between her folds. She cried out with the sudden penetration as he tongue-fucked her, sliding his tongue in and out, flickering it along its length. She curled her paws into fists against his head, her body shuddering slightly as the waves of pleasure started rippling through her.
"Ooohhh.... R-Rak. Don't stop..." she moaned, writhing on the car hood, rubbing her own breasts and fondling her nipples between her paw-pads. Raknar rasped his tongue out, drawing it along the top of the velvet tunnel and out across her hard little nub. He flickered the tip of his tongue on it as he brought his hand inwards, pushing his fingers up inside her, seeking out the rough patch of flesh hidden deep in her folds.
Her breath came in ragged gasps and moans as his hot tongue worked its magic on the external source of her pleasure. She arched her back, letting out a blissful "Cree..." as his fingers found their target. Her sweet nectar mixed with the rain running down Raknar's neck, he lapped at it, savoring her flavor as she moaned and squirmed, giving in to the ecstasy of orgasm.
She was still lost in the feeling when he mounted her, thrusting his hardness deep her super-sensitive flesh. He rests his hands on her heaving breasts as he takes long, slow but forceful strokes, withdrawing until his shaft is almost fully out before pushing inwards until their hips meet.
Panting under the fresh onslaught of sensations, she wrapped her legs around behind him, thrusting her hips in perfect rhythm to match his. Raknar looked down at her, in the fading light she looked like a fallen angel, her wings and arms spread wide, breasts heaving, hips thrusting with a look of pure pleasure across her delicate features.
Her loins were on fire, his manhood rubbing deliciously inside her already overheated sex. She could feel the pleasure building up quickly as Raknar picked up the pace, taking her with swift hard thrusts. He gave in to his animal side, letting the instincts of millennia take control. His frantic, primal thrusting made effortless by lust and her sopping wetness. He was focused solely own his own pleasure, flicking his hips as pumped, trying to maximize the blissful friction. Her walls tightened on his swelling cock as they both drew close to sweet release.
Steam rose off of their bodies as their wild moans and grunts filled the evening air. Raknar let out a loud and long "Rawk" as he satisfied the most basic of needs, planting his creamy seed deep into Zevery. The viscous liquid filling her with powerful spurts.
Through the clouds of intense pleasure, he could sense that his own orgasm had sent her over the edge again, pushing her into an equally powerful state of bliss. As the spurts of warm spunk subsided, Raknar bend forward and lent against Zevery's heaving chest.
A rasping cough came from somewhere behind him, and looking over his shoulder, Zevery shrieked, pulling him on top of her to cover her nakedness. Raknar twisted his head around and saw a rather rough looking pit-bull leaning out the window of a tow-truck looking down on them. Half-laughing, the canine growled out "Are you two finished or would you like me to give you a few more minutes?"