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Finley slept soundly that night, at first a dreamless rest, but by morning his thoughts took on shape and feeling. The sound of chirping and a poetic voice hung in the background, though he soon dreamt he was under a weight. Except that weight became more and more real to him. "Ngh," he grunted, feeling a bird-like foot pressing its weight down on his chest.

He awoke, sleepish eyes looking skyward as he lay on his back. There to greet his morning's vista was Six-and-None, standing over and on him, looking him in the eyes, with one foot standing on his chest. "Irp?" she chirped curiously, cocking her feathered head.

By the time he had recognized the small raptor, and noticed she was pressing Kenki's water flask between her winged arms, his face was rudely introduced to a pouring of cold water.

"Ack!" he yelped in alarm, now being awoken in an instant and retreating himself away from Six with enough force to prompt her to hop off him. After a number of disapproving noises and wiping the water off his face, he turned towards the duo. "What was that for?!"

"Sun's warmth to you, dear human. Are you well rested?" Kenki greeted him good morning in her usual lilted, crisp avian voice, ignoring his question.

Looking up, Finley saw Kenki squatting nearby, facing him. He only grunted an irritated response, taking a moment to dry off some more. Despite being awake now, Six stepped up to him, still holding that flask and acting as though she were about to dowse him again. "Put that away, what's wrong with you?" he fended back the critter.

Hopping back and away, she chirped happily before turning tail and scampering back to Kenki, returning the flask.

"Our sweet dove was worried you were unwell, sleeping as long as you have," she explained calmly.

Finley searched for the sun and studied the sky to appraise the time. Letting out a yawn, he plopped back down onto his back. "Sheesh, you birds and waking up with the sun... It is still far too early," he groaned, resting his eyes some more, though he did mentally smile, amused at the fact that Six seemed to care for his well being. "If you must wake me, just squawk or something," he suggested.

They didn't respond, and instead heard them rustling about nearby. Six made some chirring and chirping noises under her breath, and Kenki suddenly said, "Magic eyes. Magic eyes," slowly and precise.

Curious, he rolled onto his side and opened his eyes just enough to spy on them. It took a moment to register, but he shot upright and protested, "Hey! What are you feathers doing with my stuff?" Inbetween Six and Kenki was his pack, with all of his belongings carefully lined along the ground. Kenki was presumably describing to Six the pair of arcane goggles dangling in the raptor's hand.

Quick witted and expecting the thieving raptor to run off with his belongings once again, he swiftly moved over to her on his hands and knees and seized the goggles from her grasp. "That does not_belong to you," he said assertively, slipping the goggles around his neck and tucking them under his shirt. Turning to Kenki, he corrected her, "And they're not '_magic eyes', they're ethereal goggles."

Kenki gave a gentle smile, waiting for him to settle into place before speaking. "Young Finley, I was but teaching to Six-and-None the words to describe items you hold dear," she explained in a calming tone, presenting the lineup with a wing.

While he was upset that they didn't respect his privacy and helped themselves to his pack, their motives seemed innocent. Shaking his head slightly, he grinned. "I see...well, either well, they're not 'magic eyes'," he repeated, considering it to be be important as this was a tool of his trade.

"Worry not over the words themselves, so long as the meaning is passed. I am but limited to the signs I have brought with me," she hinted at the limitation of her vocabulary with Six.

"Ip," came a chirp and claw poke in the arm. Finley turned to face the raptor, asking for his attention before signing to him.

"I'm going to have to learn some of these signs sooner or later," he uttered to himself, awaiting Kenki to translate.

"She says, 'May I have the magic eyes?'

Finley furrowed his brow. "No, absolutely not. You've taken enough of my stuff," he replied.

Disappointed with his answer, Six lowered the crest flat to her head. Finley turned to observe the state of the campsite, noticing that the humid jungle air had rejected the task of drying out the various wet splotches they had made in the soil last night. He felt another poke in his arm. "May I have the magic eyes?" she asked a second time, Finley recognizing the same series of gestures. She then took a step forward and poked at his shirt where the goggles were hiding under and then gave him an up close smile as only a raptor could do.

Finley stared at her long at hard, debating his answer and processing his wisdom. On the one hand, she liked to take his stuff and bury it. On the other hand, she's demonstrated persistence and may never accept his 'no' answer. "What for? Ask her what for," he turned to Kenki.

Kenki seemed reluctant at first but then asked her. "To see the magic," she relayed the response.

He lifted an eyebrow, as her message implied enough intelligence to understand it was made to be seen through. Breathing a cautious exhale through his nose, he agreed. "Fine. 'Borrow', not 'have'," he emphasized, removing the goggles from around his neck and letting her have it.

"Mmrip!" she chirped with a lifted crest, and then hopped back from him, cocking her head left and right as she studied it in her grasp. She held one of the lenses up to her eye, wobbled her crest and made a whistling noise, seeing the gaussian, black and white world it rendered. They watched as she lifted and lowered the lenses repetitively over her eye, as if comparing the difference, and then proceed to wander around the proximity, observing everything with it.

Amused at her adorable antics, he chuckled and shook his head. There was nothing notably magical for her to see in the area other than the watcher. Turning back to Kenki, his eyes soon found her supposed breakfast comprised of coconuts and a mound of little red berries on a leaf-turned-plate. His stomach sank. "Lady Kenki, please tell me you haven't been eating those," he asked seriously, pointing to the berries.

She slowly followed his finger down to the half eaten pile of berries. "I have been. They are not very good," she said plainly.

"Those are poisonous!" he alerted her, stiffening his posture and mind racing for a solution.

Unfettered by his alert, she replied. "Are they? Truly, I have been eating these for days now, wandering these woods." She then made a squawking sigh, considering this, "Hm, my strength has not felt at its peak," she wondered outloud, rubbing her beak for a moment.

He gawked at her statement and also towards her lack of reaction. "Days? Fate's folly, you should be deathly ill by now!" he explained, flailing a hand about to emphasize the urgency. Awaiting an explanation, but not getting one, he went on. "Dragons almighty, even children know not to eat unknown fruits, be it in their backyard or in unknown lands," he seriously questioned her wisdom.

She looked at him with a still expression, then turned to look at her berries, picking up the plate. Shifting to watch his reaction, she took another clump of berries in her hand and ate them, ending with smile as though she were intentionally trying to rile him up. After waiting for the human to finish facepalming at her reckless behavior, she said, "They provide nourishment, and this feather will soon rid itself of the toxins. I am strong enough," she rationalized.

"Well, if you start coughing up feathers, it's your fault, I warned you," he frowned, coming to the conclusion that her anatomy was quite resilient to poisons. She did not seem perturbed and went about her meal. Mentally complaining how early it was, he resigned himself to getting up anyway, standing with a loud stretch. The bread he had in his long-lost foodstuff would have been nice, he lamented. Spotting a nearby coconut tree, he began to walk to it, but soon heard a loud crack behind him. Turning to face the disturbance, Kenki was offering him a coconut half. "Thanks," he accepted, and began to pick at it.

With Six's antics to entertain them while they ate, he began to dwell on today's agenda during the scarce few seconds he could free his mind of last night. Halfway through his meal, he spoke up, "Lady Kenki, may I ask if you have interacted with anyone before me after you ported in?"

"We have kept to ourselves, dear Finley."

"Hmm," he hummed, considering this. "The main road is not much farther," he told her.

"Main road?"

"We've but been trekking hunting trails. I was out here taking a shortcut, you see. Once we get on the main road, we're sure to see other travelers," he said, then took a big slice of coconut. Chewing, he rubbed his chin, considering still the problems with traveling around with this Sylvinian. "Why did you want to go to town?" he wondered, as she must have been aware of her exposure and had a plan.

"As the huntress becomes wise of a feast, instead of a meal, that goal is no longer desired," she poetically answered, locking eyes.

"Excuse me?" he blinked, taken aback by the way she was looking at him.

"She has found what she seeks," she kept her piercing eyes on him.

"Okay, Miss Riddle Beak," he held up a halting hand, getting it. "I'll get to asking why you want to follow me in a moment, but, for now, you're a problem. When I agreed to let you follow, I wasn't aware I was accompanying a citizen of Morinia. After the fact, you've left me in a difficult situation to chew on. So, pretending you didn't find me, I ask again...why did you want to go to town? More to the point, how is someone...like you going to blend in?"

She considered her response for a silent moment. "What happens, happens," she said calmly, as though she hadn't a care in the world.

"How could you be so dismissive all the time?" he became riled up. "Honestly I don't know what will happen if a militia man or crown's guard discover you. What will you do if they capture you, or attack you on sight?" he asked.

"Then so it shall be. As I live and die, dear Finley, I respect the consequences of my actions, always," she explained. Her eyes briefly let off of him, looking down at the ground. Hearing her own words, she could still detect last night's consequences. No amount of preening or washing in the nearby stream seemed to entirely rid her plumage of the lingering smell.

"Ugh! That may be fine for you, but what about me?" he asked.

"Do I endanger you, dear human?" she asked, lifting her brow a bit.

"Y...maybe. I don't know," he replied, unsure what his business with her kind would mean for him exactly. He could feign ignorance, he thought. He wondered how many people could recognize Kenki's race, considering how long it took him, an educated scholar, to see. He thought it was unlikely that a common folk would quickly recognize her. It coaxed an idea. "Hmm, I'm guessing your race is not one of the races most people think of when they think the second plane. But you know, when I think about it, you sort of look similar to a Harken...that would be a local avian race," he explained to her. "Except that you're all white which is a bit unusual, but perhaps not unheard of. Also taller," he tapped his fingers together as he gave her a good one-over, scheming. "If I could get you some avian clothing, and a dose of luck, you could pass as a...distant relative. Yes. To a passing glance, anyway. Kenki the Harken from the city of Bree, overseas. Here to visit family. That will be your story," he cooked up a cover.

Kenki nodded slowly, considering this. "I will wear this clothing, if I must, but I will not wear a lie, much less that poorly thought one."

"First of all, what's wrong with it? Second of all, what's this about not lying? You've lied plenty!"

"False, human, I have not."

"You told me you were heading to Port Pavalo, which doesn't even exist!" he waggled a gotchya finger.

She shook her head slowly, closing her eyes. "Truthfully, I was traveling to this town, for I had intended to follow you. You may not error this feather on falsities that were believed to be the truth by your tongue. As for your story, one would be wise not to live a lifetime based on the whimsical dreams of a man who spent mere seconds composing it."

He frowned at her criticism. "Hey, I'm doing my best to keep you safe. Known only to the greatest prophet why I'm sticking my neck out for you. You must have me captivated with your beautiful speech and Six's adorable antics," he shook his head, intentionally leaving out the part about any sexual benefits that came with their company. "Telling a little lie is better than marching into town naked, proclaiming you're an outsider."

"Oh human, your concern and words warms my soul, truly. If you are so worried for my safety, I welcome you to do all the talking. But I will not sour my spirit with deception, so do not expect my beak to participate," she at least compromised.

Finley half rolled his eyes at her talk of being a clean spirit. "Yes, yes, we mustn't sour your spirit with lies. I can do that plenty myself if last night was any example," he worked up the courage to bring up her questionable following of her own rules.

"As sung, your actions were not your own," she said sternly, as though the technicalities were of critical importance, jerking her head to lock dagger eyes with him.

He leaned away, uncomfortable at her imposing presence. Clearing his throat with a nervous cough, he shifted topics. "Right, well...you keeping that beak of yours shut could work...because...you do not speak the common language. Yes, that might work. And so I'll speak on your behalf," he thought out loud. After a few moments of silence, the delayed thought stuck him. "Not that any of that even matters, since I don't know why you want to follow me around, or if I should allow it."

"You have invited me to follow, Finley," she acted as though he forgot, reminding him.

"Yes, I thought I was leading you to the nearest town."

"And now what is it you are doing?"

"And now...you're following me to a town you don't want to go to anymore, instead just for the sake of following me," he said as he looked over at Six who had managed to slip the goggles over her neck, wearing them, and was now just watching the conversation.

"So nothing has changed."

He shook his head. "I ask again, why are you following me, and don't say it's because I invited you."

"I cannot answer that question, then," she tilted her wings in shrug. "I confess, if you do not wish me to follow you, then you need only say."

Kenki's words made him realize that he wouldn't say that, as if he had begun to develop an attachment to their company. But he wouldn't admit that outloud. For reasons unknown to him, her only purpose for visiting this world appeared to be to follow someone around, willingly. As long as they were welcome company, he would not resist, he decided. Or at least for now, out here in the outskirts. Heading into a major city is a bridge he'd cross when he got there. In any case, the novel experience he had with them last night certainly influenced his cooperation for now.

Nodding silently in acceptance, he leaned over to extract a folded piece of paper from the lineup. Unfolding it in his lap, he showed Kenki a regional map. "Here we are," he tapped on the map to show her. "I was thinking of making for Juno Village. It's a bit of a detour for me, but I've a friend there that owes me a favor. I should be able to squeeze some coin out of him to resupply and perhaps find you some clothes." He looked up at her, and shrugged while saying, "Life debt, I guess?" trying to explain his charity more to himself than to her. The alternative was to back track a day on the slim chance Six would give up the coins she buried, and that was even assuming she remembered where that was. Being as unpredictable as she was, he decided against it.

Done eating, he stood and began to put away his things. The watcher was still hovering over the ground, spinning slowly and sounding a faint hum. He took it into his palms and invoked it, killing its charge. Ready to move out, he slung the pack over his back, and turned to face Kenki who was standing by. For the first time this morning, he had saw her plainly from the front, and his eyes widened as they couldn't help but hone right in her exposed cloaca, peeking out of her feathers. "Oh, my," he gasped, looking away. "Lady Kenki, you're...femininity," he started, blushing.

Kenki looked down at herself, noticing her cloaca was still swollen as it was last night. She brushed at her plumage, trying to compensate, but could not, clacking her beak in mundane frustration.

As she tried, Finley went on. "See, maybe this is why we wear clothes here. You're going to make things even more awkward if we run across anyone on the road."

"Hm, bloods betray me, I but need to walk for a time," she told him calmly, though there seemed to be a lace of doubt in her own voice. She began to walk with her usual stride, heading back for the trail, wings at her hips.

As he joined her, he grunted and cleared his throat, awkward. "Would you at least put a wing over it or something? Really now," he suggested.

She let out an avian giggle and turned about, walking backwards infront of him with a naughty smile about her. "Dear Finley, after last night, are you still so shy around an exposed feather?" she teased.

His eyes shifted to and fro as Kenki got right in his way. Memories of last night came washing back to him. He thought to himself, who was that last night? Was that really himself? The lustful hold the birds had over him had subsided after a good night's rest, though still lingered in his mind. He kept his pace, walking towards Kenki. "It's a matter of modesty. I would imagine a monk such as yourself to understand," he replied.

"To live without material coverings, my dear human, is the truest form of modesty," she responded.

Finley lifted a finger as though he were about to say something. "Wait for it", he thought, keeping her attention intentionally long enough to have her trip over a tree stump as they walked. "Rawk!" she squawked, flailing her wings about as she stumbled backwards and nearly fell over.

"Such a featherhead," he teased, walking past her. He smiled ear to ear as he finally scored a point, hearing an upset clacking of beak behind him. Observant as she was, he seemed to have uprooted a weakness in her senses.

With that out of the way, the quiet lull of travel fell upon them, and his mind could not help but relive last night's events...

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Finley let out a lustful groan as he remained hotly inside Six after his first powerful climax inside of her. He had expected to soften and feel sexually satiated, but instead he felt as though he had not cum at all, and was as aroused as he was moments ago. His cock throbbed with desire, coaxing him to lift his hips upward and pressing his sex glazed flesh to her short tailbase's plumage. "You have quite a hold over me, you naughty little thing," he said to her, the raptor still panting quickly and each exhale carrying a rumbling coo.

She responded by pecking at his face some more with little tongue kisses along his cheeks and lips, breathing over his face with heated moisture. She felt Finley beginning to thrust his hips up into her, stoking the fires of her nether region once more. "Mrrip!" she chirped, then brought her wings back around him and rubbed the side of her feathered face against his upper chest, allowing him to take over this round.

Leaning back onto one elbow to afford him more leverage, he kept the raptor in embrace with his other arm and began to upwards thrust into her. The impressive amount of freshly unloaded seed began to spill from her each time he pulled out, but soon pressed up along her cloacal folds as he drove himself back down into her well. Time and time again, the love juices began to froth and web up between their messy coupling. The rounded point of the small raptor's pelvic boot pressed firmly into the human's navel as he began to bounce her.

Kenki's eyes depicted a wild lust about them as she watched the entire climactic scene unfold before her, each squirt of orgasmic juice that broke free not escaping her perfect vision. As if trained in the practice of voyeurism, her mind practically absorbed the radiating pleasure from those two, feeling her body flush hotly, most especially between her legs. She let out a muted squawk as she felt her cloaca now drooling, and looked down at how it had made itself known, those swollen white pink lips escaping her coat of clean white feathers. Her hand came down to adjust her plumage down there to mitigate the hot mess, while avoiding touching her sex.

Surrounded by the sounds and smells of human on veloc sex, Finley, to his own surprise, felt himself already about to peak so quickly after the first. Pleasurable moans joined Six's happy coos as he felt his climactic pressure on the climb, each sloppy, heated thrust into the bird sending him just a bit higher. Finley suddenly felt her begin to uncontrollably jerk her hips in rapid little feral humps as her body could no longer stand to be still. A sounding of raptorian barks soon followed, and he felt her tail swishing about between his legs. "Ngh, Six, I can't hold on," he grunted a warning, gripping her back tightly. His testicles turned and tightened while he once again spewed forth volleys of thick, hot seed deep inside the raptor, once again filling her egg chamber. As if in perfect sync with one another, she soon joined him, squeezing and milking him for every last drop while adding to the juicy flow with her own release.

Driven by an untethered libido, Finley couldn't stop himself, continuing to stroke into her instead of letting it be, his actions soon causing an even greater sticky mess to overflow from the raptor's well used feral pussy. The excess spilling from her could not travel very far before being driven back into a wall of feathers by the human's wild, rapid thrusting, spurting more and more with each hilt. He shut his blurring eyes and clenched his teeth he rode it out, feeling Six thank him with lustful licks along his neck and chin all the while her tail snaked and whipped out behind her.

He finally tapered off, and even still, felt as though his cock kept drooling more and more and occasionally letting free a delayed spurt. "Fuck," he said with a long exhale. "You're driving me wild, girl," he told her, massaging her back and looking down at her, inviting her affectionate licks along his lower face. Beads of sweat flourished his face, the experience leaving him without words. After the second orgasm, however, he knew there was something wrong with him. Eyes shifting about in wonder, because as before, he felt just as sexually on edge as he did a moment before climax, and his manhood refused to soften. "There's no way," he uttered to himself, knowing he must have cummed more tonight than he would in a week's worth of romps, if not a fortnight's.

His head jerked over to Kenki, with a suspicious glare. She appeared to be masking her breathing with a wing, while the other mostly shielded over her body. "What...did you do?" he slowly asked each word. While it took an impressible amount of willpower to think of anything other than sex right now, his witted mind recalled the prior events from tonight, honing in on something. "Wait, what did you make me drink earlier?" he asked in an accusing tone.

Kenki lowered her wing after taking a moment to recompose her flustered self. "Lovely human, I have made you drink nothing," she decreed innocently, disagreeing with his choice of words.

"That...that red stuff, what was it? Tell me," he demanded, Six squirming about in his embrace.

She took a long inhale, looking up at the stars as she considered her answer. "My Finley, you are a scholar, yes? Did you know, I wonder, that the mind releases a toxin after sexual release, to inhibit itself?" she quizzed him, still watching the stars.

"Answer the question," he prodded at her, missing her point in his current state.

After a pause she turned back to him, adding, "Now, what if there was an antidote?" her expression telling revealing what she might have done.

He got his answer, but while his mind processed it, his will cracked and took a few more deep thrusts into Six, still feeling his cock drooling. Right away it let off several more healthy servings of lust fueled cum into her cloaca, as though his orgasm had never fully ended. Six gave a toothy smile as she gladly took it all in, feeling her strawberry sized avian womb now filled floor to ceiling with the human's essence. Unable to take anymore, each continued release directly transitioned to a spurt of escaping fluids around her folds. He continued to piston in and out of her, now trying to drain himself of Kenki's trickery until his body ached, unable to take anymore, finally coming to an end.

Grunting in an intense mix of aching discomfort and pleasure, he took a moment to consider what Kenki had done exactly. Trying to come down from his high, panting heavily, he looked back at the anthro avian. "Looks like I was right after all. You drugged me," he spoke in a neutral tone, undecided on if he liked it or not, all things considered. "A cruel trick to use on a human. My body is spent and sore, but my mind doesn't know that," he complained, clenching his teeth. Exercising his will, he lowered his hands down to Six's sopping wet pelvic boot and lifted her off him, freeing himself. She flapped her wings and stepped about, dismounting with no shortage of lewd noises. Numerous strings of semen and sexual nectar kept the two lovers connected for an arm's length before breaking off, and a thick creamy oozing of aftermath spilled from her cloaca, making audible splashes onto the soil below. Viewing his work and finding Six to be so sexually tainted now, he couldn't help but squirm, only further arousing his state.

Ignoring the human's complaint, Kenki was instead focused on Six. "My sweet dove, oh how you please this feather's eyes, seeing you filled and wearing the very essence of lust gifted by another," she spoke to Six now, slacking her beak for a brief crack of her composure as she caught an eyeful of the mess under her tail. As her cum-filled womb succumbed to gravity, a creamy river of white ran from her cloaca, down her pelvic boot, and was dripping off her in thick globules. Finley would have surely had choice word in reaction to Kenki's praise had he not been in such a compromised state. "Share with me your thoughts, little one, humor me with the experience," she signed to her.

Finley backed himself away from the fire, sweating hot and trying to cool down. The alchemy Kenki served him coursed through his veins and into his loins, preventing him from feeling any less horny than he was in the heat of the moment. While he reached around and felt the scratches on his back, he watched the exchange curiously, awaiting a translation. Kenki nodded slowly, listening, then turned to face him. "She is very pleased. She claims you host within you the spirit of her ancestors, and now wishes you to mount her as one of her own. Quite an honor, dear human," she explained, her eyes still holding onto a shred of unbridled lust deep within her.

Six walked over to the human on three limbs at a time, hunched over, and butted up against his side, curling around his body in a rubbing revolution as she came back around to his front. Pausing for a moment to take in some offered head and crest rubs from the human's hand, her pointed snout found his cum glazed, upright cock below and began to lick it clean. His flesh jumped in reaction, throbbing and eager for more attention, still not descending far from an orgasmic state. "Six, you're going to..." he grunted, curling his toes, trying to tame the alchemical effect. But his will couldn't fend her off, and allowed her to continue. Her long tongue dragged along his inner thighs, his balls, lower stomach, and most especially around his shaft and head.

It didn't take much, and without being able to warn her further, his body somehow worked up enough power to spill forth for a forth time, giving spook to the little raptor as her tongue and lips were painted creamy white. Thinking it to be a reward for her cleaning, her crest lifted high, and she parted her mouth to clean the fresh deposit left on her lip. Her open jaw was greeted with another spurt, and another, firing directly into the darkness with enough force to splash off the roof of her mouth. Finley moaned to the stars as his head fell back, giving the greedy raptor all he could offer.

"Mrip!" she chirped excitedly, shaking her head about and fluffing her feathers out, taking a step back in surprise from the unexpected, salty seed she felt in her mouth now. As she pulled away, her feathery face was soon greeted with cleanly drawn, creamy lines along her snout, above the eyes, sides, in her crest, and the white bow laced up within in. For what didn't sink entirely into her dark grey facial plumage interwebbed between her plumes, and dripped off.

Intoxicated by her own lust and feral drive, she eagerly began to lick at his spewing member, eyes wide open and wings fluttering about. She soon stepped back with a squawk and flap of her wings as one spurt tried to go down her nostril. Resigning to her primal urge to take on the scent of a male, the raptor instead decided to stand tall, and spread her wings wide, chirping like a happy bird in a bird bath as she allowed the human to seed all over her breast and neck. Finley eventually settled down, his body impossibly spent at this point and begging him to stop, completely out of sync with his mind.

The raptor held her wings out and tilted her head sideways, as if proudly presenting her dirtied self to him, giving him a clear feral smile and nodding her head a couple times before hopping backwards, satisfied. Multiple rivulets of warm cum ran down her body, from the crest down, dripping off her in several places. Returning to her previous desires, she lowered her wings and stepped about in place, feeling her cloaca burn. Having drank the same alchemical concoction as the human, the effects on her small body were just as bad if not worse. "Irp!" she chirped, perky like, and then bounded over to a nearby rock, climbing up on it. "Irp!" she chirped again, turning herself around, bending over and hiking her tail high, looking back over her shoulder as she watched and waited to be mounted.

Still struggling to come down from his recent climax, he bit his lips and squirmed about, waiting for his aching body to settle down. As attracted as he was to Six's advances, he tried to distract his mind with the scholarly implementations of his predicament. Sexual alchemy was not unheard of, and in fact was fairly common. But he could not recall a reagent that did as Kenki described. His libido charged imagination illustrated civilization-destroying scenarios where if this mixture were coupled with the right alchemical secrets, it may ultimately result in a weak willed society caving to the desires of lust, without pause. The only thing keeping him off Six right now was the reality that he physically couldn't deliver any more. "Curse me, that's a welcome sight," he spoke to himself, staring longingly at the presenting raptor. He smirked at his own words, thinking how his former self an hour ago would have reacted.

Secretly, Kenki may have wanted to see the two get back at it more than they did, feeling the rippling waves of desire burning under her layers of down. "Wisdom would suggest, human, do not keep her waiting," she tried to coax him along.

He wanted to. Oh how he wanted to. He shook his head, "I am spent, Lady Kenki. We humans are not built like Gnolls, and are only meant for a round or two, at best," he told her.

She stared at him for a thoughtful moment, looking him in the eyes, and then stood tall, walking over to him. As she did so, Finley's eyes caught sight of the Sylvinian's cloaca for the first time, not only just swollen and exposed, but dribbling a milky string as gravity took its toll on the juices deep within her. "Kenki, your..." he started, taken off guard.

Ignoring his reaction, aware and uncaring of herself, she squatted down over his outstretched legs. Finley gulped as he stared at the avian's sex, just hovering a finger's length away from the tip of his manhood. As with the raptor, he could feel a cloud of avian heat escaping her vent, warming his lower body. Before he could say anything, she spoke, "This word...'spent', is it to mean you are physically drained?" she asked him.

He stalled, horny eyes just rudely staring at her cloaca as though he had never seen one before. Unlike Six's tight looking entrance, Kenki's nether lips idly remained parted open, equally as inviting as her warm personality. Impure thoughts clouded his mind at what he'd like to do to her in the state he was in. "Well, erm...yes," he awkwardly answered, snapping out of it. Looking back up, with Kenki squatting over him, the difference in size between the two of them became much more apparent.

She stared at him thoughtfully for several long moments, considering this, then closed her eyes. Though her composure and speech masked her arousal, she was motivated to see the raunchy human-on-raptor antics continue, perhaps more than the two of them. With a slow nod, she brushed his side with a wing as her scaled hand rested on his arm. "Red magic has restored the blood to your body. Truthfully, it can restore other fluids as well. Allow me to lend you my energy, so that you may continue to enjoy the company of our sweet dove," she asked him, parting her eyes as she spoke. He was about to reply, as though mistaking her statement as a question. Maintaining her initiative, she leaned closer to him and reached around his back until her hand rested on his lower back. Not allowing him any time to react, she immediately unleashed a couple bright red pulsating flashes, her hand and beak vibrating with careful focus.

"Owch!" he yapped in protest, though fortunately unlike before, the unpleasantness only lasted a fleeting second. "Dragons almighty that stings. Next time--," he paused, making a most awkward face. "Oh... something doesn't... feel--," he hunched over as he sat, clutching his lower stomach, feeling the most awkward tightness from deep within him, very unnatural in every sense. "Wha...Kenki!" he shouted a warning before abruptly cumming like a geyser into the air with enough pressure to penetrate past Kenki's protective outer feathers and sink into her thick down.

Legitimately surprised, the monk was taken off guard by the reaction and leaned back only to see what was happening, looking down. "Lizards in heaven, that was not intended, truly," she arched her feathery brow though spoke placidly over his releasing moan, only watching the human uncontrollably soil her plumage with thick, sticky cum, each individual creamy jet longer than the human's shaft. Her mind briefly wondered what went wrong, suspecting she may have misjudged the energy needed. With an overload of unearthly energy by Kenki's hand, his body was unable to handle its restoration effect all at once, paralyzing him while it tried to stabilize itself. With each giving of semen, the swarm of active ethereal threads lingering in his body quickly manifested into their instructed form to fill the void.

Crested lifted in an amused way, the avian, with a lifetime of training, only patiently watched as her abdomen, crotch, inner thighs, and tail feathers were glazed over in layers of the purest, freshest semen possible. While her mind considered simply moving aside, her strong will was engrained with the discipline to always accept the consequences of one's own actions, subjecting yourself to the blunder. Outer feathers a matted and now useless defense, her multiple layers of down absorbed all they could until they too were saturated in cum, and she soon felt her tender skin under her mail take the punishment.

She could only let out a muted squawk as the violent sexual eruption eventually began to repetitively barrage her vulnerable cloaca, with enough climactic pressure to slightly penetrate into her depths. Caught off guard, she bit her tongue in her beak, closing her eyes and resisting taking pleasure in it at first. With a sexual storm raging in her nethers, her more questionable side began to take hold, beginning to rationalize her further participation. She considered that self gratification through magical exploitation was technically allowed. Clearly the human's actions were not his own but rather a reaction to her magic, and there was no reason she couldn't enjoy a little glorified masturbation. Calming her mind to the convenient rationale that this didn't constitute as sex, she relaxed her posture until her supple, open vent was a finger's width above the tip of his seed-spewing organ, effectively taking it all on at point blank. The feathers on her back stood on end as her cloaca began to wink with a life of its own, reacting to the teasing penetration and trying to open itself wide. Crest and tail feathers fanned wide as she felt an intense, heated substance draping along her most precious canal, sending a shiver through her body. This happened again, and again, causing her tunnel to convulse and widen even more, greedily inviting more inside. Sensing no end in sight, and she quit counting by the tenth sensation. Still trying to cleanse itself of the red magic, and with no shortage of pleasurable grunts, Finley continued to paint her inner walls with layer upon layer of rich, creamy white.

Her stance lowered even more, now just the tip of his excited manhood wedged into place between her delicate, wet folds, preventing it from moving yet still not penetrating her. A small part of her questioned her reasoning, though the winning side was the one inviting it, slowly shifting her body's angle so that his ejaculations aligned with her track. With the touch of her wet lips kissing his shaft, and heat pouring from her vent, they both felt him beginning to cum with more vigor.

Vaginal muscles being driven wild by the heated jets, it briefly, fully opened up to allow one full, white hot volley to blaze down her passageway. The gentle tug of gravity arched it clean down her long, curved tunnel, easily twice as deep as a human's, and straight past the gatekeeper of her avian womb, depositing itself inside her. Craving for more, her sophisticated muscles worked to keep her egg tunnel parted open just enough to allow Finley to cum deep inside her without hardly even touching her. She fought back drool in the corners of her break as she felt a hot tingling deep inside her, her cervix relaxing itself wide to feed her hungry avian womb. Hot waves of lust throbbed down her legs and spine as volley after volley of magically induced seed found refugee inside her sacred womb splashing off its walls and sloshing around and finding her oviducts, filling her hotly. Whatever missed her cervix just ended up decorating the walls of her pussy, only further adding to the tingling sensations. Cloaca overflowing with a river of cum, she finally lost her composer, and let out a squawking moan, feeling dangerously close to an orgasm had only by fluidic stimulation, but she never quite made the jump before it finally settled down.

Finley was borderline blacking out at the peek of it all, eyes, fists and teeth clenched tight. What he had done to Six so far hardly compared to how his body reacted to Kenki's magic. His magically induced orgasm finally died down to a whimper, ending with a few last squirts that couldn't make the jump. Kenki's moan was but a muted, echoed memory, as most of his other senses became drowned out. Waiting to catch his breath first, he cleared the blur and discharge from his eyes only to see Kenki standing up before him, with an unamused look about her. Not so much towards Finley, but rather herself. Caught in his crossfire, a considerable swath of her plumage had been sexually soiled as though she had just been publicly used multiple times by a brigand camp and its beasts. A gooey white strand of his cum connected her crotch and the clovers below, acting as a route for large globules to run along.

Before Kenki could get a word in, Finley started laughing, and laughing, intoxicated by the endorphins flooding his mind. He ended with a whistle, grinning up at the avian who was fighting back a frown. "Praise the high borns! _Sister_Kenki, did we just have sex...? That's certainly one way of doing it," he grinned, still coming down from the best, purest orgasm he's ever felt, and without the discomfort of overexertion this time. "Woo! I nearly blacked out for a moment. I didn't even know that could happen!" he added, running a hand over her forehead to clear the sweat and still breathing hard. He arched his eyebrows at the mess he produced. Between the two birds, the last time he recalled seeing so much spent seed was when he witnessed an orgy between a band of conjurers and their familiars. He shook his head, looking her over, "Damn, look at you. White on white."

Kenki breathed in heavily, mentally trying to calm her soul. "Dear human," she said flatly, as if forcing her flattery, "I did not intend for that to happen, and I kindly plead you do not relish in my error. We did _not_have sex, this was nothing more than an arcanic reaction," she told herself more than the human, and then looking down at her messy lower half, unsure how to go about cleaning his cum off. "My feathers...," she softly lamented her cleanliness. She wiggled her hips gently, trying to shake free a long strand of semen hanging from her cloaca that refused to break off, as though her sex was trying to suck it back in.

"No?" he chuckled again, pausing a moment while his eyes mesmerized over the dangling cum drip hanging between her legs, sparkling in the light of the fire. "One hundred folks on a jury, and I wager you wouldn't get a single innocence. But hey, whatever you have to tell yourself," he gave a cocky reply, feeling like a new man after such a release.

Looking at her big bird-like hands, she huffed disapprovingly, not allowing the human to get under her feathers. Feeling as though she needed to explain herself, she said, "This feather will not sexually gratify you so...directly. Apologizes, friend, such hands are not built for precise casting, and I misjudged the red to blue balance," citing how she was used to restoring pints of fluid, such as blood. Instead, she no doubt had a pint of semen either on her or inside her. Her eyes shifted away, a nagging in the back of her mind wondering if she even believed herself. "By my beak, such reckless divination will not happen again."

"Such a tease. I may have to bag me a cute healer some day if you all can do...things like that," he flirted. He was sure there may have been some consequence for exposing himself to such reckless magic, but he didn't care at the moment. For now, he just needed to find some way to deal with the bloated feeling Kenki has left him with.

"Onk onk!" came an impatient honking from nearby. They both looked to see Six, maintaining her pose, butt lifted high and tail waggling left and right. "Hurry up!", her face clearly expressed, looking back at them.

End Notes: Too much cum? Well, think of it this way...in a high fantasy universe, rich with magical prowess, take a guess on what people are going to use that magic on. I'll give you a hint: the internet is magic, and what's the internet for? (It rhymes with corn.)

I know magic is often used as a cheap plot device. However, this series is going to be somewhat magic-centric, and the magic system I'm using is the craft of many years of design, rich with limitations, restrictions, and consequences. There will surely be more magic on the way, so try to keep up! ;)