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//For Asianlandia, we gots ourselves a Tengu bandit lad,

//Scene Intro

{You are marching under the boughs of a cherry tree when the creak of branches above alerts you to danger. You dodge-leap backwards as an ebon-feathered attacker crashes down on the spot you were standing. He rises to a combat stance and you get a proper look at your attacker. The black-feathered wings and beaked face betray him as a Tengu, and the bulge in his loincloth proves his masculinity despite his soft-featured face. He points one of the twin tonfa he carries at you and shouts, "stand and deliver, groundling!"

You adjust your stance and prepare for combat!}

//Scene description

{You are confronted by a Tengu raider. He is covered in black feathers from head to scaly shins and wears an open, embroidered vest and silk loincloth, he waves the clubs in his taloned hands menacingly and his flashing eyes promise violence.}

//Enemy Attack 1

{A rapid flurry of his feathered wings distract you, and he slams one of his sticks into the gap in your guard. You grunt in surprise and pain but drive him back before he can press his advantage.}

//Enemy Attack 2

{Leaping into the air, he flaps his wings frantically as his clawed, bare feet and wildly swinging clubs repeatedly swipe at you from above. You are given several nasty bumps and scratches before he is forced to land again.}

//Enemy Attack 3

{Prepared for an aerial attack from such a foe, you are caught off-guard when he drops low and expertly sweeps at your legs with a well-placed kick. His scaly foot talons strike with surprising strength.}

//Submission scene

{With a final sweep of his tonfa you fall crashing to the ground. You stare up at your attacker as he strikes a pose and a crest of feathers on top of his head stands up.

"Not so strong now, are you, ground-pounder?" he says with a cawing laugh. "I'm the strongest and the best!" he exults. Looking back down at your prone, surrendering form you see a lusty glint in his eyes. "For an earth-bound, you're rather comely," he says huskily. "I will favor you with this chance to prove your worth to me and the gods," he continues as he unbinds his loincloth and frees his plump, feathered sheath and sack to swing free, "service me properly and I shall give you a taste of my glory." Sighing with resignation and not wanting a beating, you rise to your knees and sit up before the egotistical Tengu, it's hard to tell with the beak, but you think he is smiling.

Looking into his eyes, you see a hint of the uncertainty behind his bravado. You muse that perhaps his handsome, almost girlish face might not be treated with the greatest respect among other warriors. Reaching up and taking his downy duo in one hand, you begin to gently knead his balls while your other hand rubs up and down his feathery abdomen. Your first surprise comes when his cock begins poking out of its sheath in a wild corkscrew shape, its pointed tip slowly spiraling toward your face like a drill. His strange, exotic scent hits your nose and you feel your #womanhood awaken/manhood twitch as you extend your tongue to give his hardening shaft an initial lick.

Your second surprise comes at the delicious flavor of his average-sized tool. Savory, yet sweet, you are compelled to try it again. Grasping his base with your hand, you wrap your lips around his oddly-shaped length and slowly slide it into your mouth, licking and slurping as you go. You revel in his delicious flavor as he moans above you, dropping one of his tonfa to run his taloned hand #through/over your #hairdescript #haircolor #locks/scalp. You bob your head up and down his curly straw of a cock, growing more and more aroused at his delicious flavor and intoxicating scent. Your own #clit/cock grows erect and you feel your nethers grow #wet/warm

"Ooh, you're good, groundling, just like that," he coos as you work his member with increasing enjoyment. This might not have been your choice, but you find it to be little of a chore to pleasure the tasty avian. For his own part he seems paralyzed by your oral skills, unable to meet your gaze as head lolls back and he moans and chirps with bliss.

Fun as it is, however, you have things you would rather be doing, however. To hurry things along you move your hand from stroking his front to kneading his backside while your other hand strokes and milks his swelling testicles. A few rubs and bobs later you slip a slender digit into the crack of his ass and gently tease his anus. His trills jump an octave as you press and probe at his rear entrance and his corkscrew cock fires its load.

The first shot fills your mouth with salty-sweet cum, his grasping hands and a desperate thrust send the second and third straight down your throat. He continues to desperately mash your face against his groin as his orgasm rocks his feathered form, before with a final long, low groan he falls back on his tail, leaving a white trail of dribbled liquid desire across your tongue and all down your front. You gasp for air, falling to your hands and knees as your beaked lover stares at you in a fucked-out daze.

"That was amazing," he says to no one in particular before focusing on you. "I'm sorry, I guess I went a bit overboard." He pulls out a handkerchief and helps you wipe off before picking up his dropped weapons. "I must thank you, #girl/boy/??, that was incredible," he says, "I hope we can meet again."}

//Male domination, missionary butt-slutting

{With a loud squawk, your feathered opponent hits the ground hard, failing to rise again. You kick his weapons out of reach and circle him as he groans in pain. He's rather handsome, not quite girly but not particularly rugged either. As your thoughts wander as to what you should do with him he looks into your eyes with defiant shame.

"You will tell no one of this, earthbound, I will not have you dishonor my name with word of my defeat." Oh really? You ask him, and sidle closer to him, his bravado undermined by the way he shrinks away from your approach. You point out that there is really no reason for you to do as he demands, especially since you *did* beat him. You wonder aloud just what incentive there is for you to keep silent about his little failed robbery attempt.

"I, ah...I will do whatever honor demands," he says, and you note that the bulge in his loincloth appears to be growing. "I will take no pleasure in it, but you may do what you wish with me," he continues, fidgeting a bit on the ground. Not one to deny such a lovely invitation and feeling a bit tense after such a brawl, you strip off your #pants and bare your awakening manhood. You smile to yourself as the uptight tengu's gaze locks onto your groin and follows it as you stalk around to his legs and free his own swaying package and surprisingly full buttocks from their wrapping. He still stares at your inflating cock until you smile and ask him if he sees something he likes.

Turning his head aside and blushing (you think, it's hard to tell through the feathers) he makes a dismissive grunt and ignores the question. "Just get it over with, groundling pervert," he spits dismissively, but in spite of his words, you see his curly, corkscrew-shaped cock begin poking out of its sheath.

Such a tempting target cannot be resisted, and you grasp his package with one hand, kneading his feathery balls while sucking on the fingers of the other in preparation. Once your fingers are sufficiently lubed you press an index finger against his black starfish and begin worming your way into the bird-boy's butt. He chokes off a wanton moan and tries to hold his beak closed with one hand, the other clutching at the grass beneath you. Your probing digit and stroking hand have only begun, however, and you continue to milk his swaying testicles and tease his lengthening shaft. Your slithering finger is joined by another, as you expand his hole and search for his prostate, his clenching tightness slowly loosening up until the moment you find it.

This time he cannot stifle his pleasured cry and he chirps loudly as his dick jumps to full mast. His ring clenches hard, almost cutting off your circulation before slowly slacking off. He seems about ready, and his writhing form and pleasured moans have your own #cockdescript wang and #cunt/sack warmed up and ready for action.

You take his ankles in one hand and lift his surprisingly light frame (hollow bones, perhaps?), getting his wide hips and clenching pucker in position as your other hand lines up your turgid member. You spit on his anus for a bit of added lubrication before pressing your crown against his clenching ring and slowly forcing your way into his depths. For his own part the would-be robber has both hands slapped against his face, trying to cover his beak and the aroused flush in his cheeks. He caws out another strangled gasp of pleasure, as unable to defeat his own rising passion as he was unable to defeat you in battle.

Gripping his ankles with both hands, you begin driving your dick into the avian's anus with increasing vigor. Humping against his soft, feather-duster ass and reveling in the tightness of his rectum. He opens his eyes to look at you from behind his hands, only for a moment, before clenching them shut again. In that moment you see just how much he loves this, and how much he fears admitting it to himself.

Resolving to help the young warrior face his fears and embrace his inner buttslut, you begin stroking his curly cock in time with your thrusts and whisper words of dirty encouragement. He loves this, you say, he loves being railed by a dirt-covered groundling, being held down and unable to fly like a little songbird buttslut. His weak denials and babbled protests ring hollow as his twisted tip dribbles down his front, not to mention the way his squirming colon seems to draw you in and massage your #cocklength manhood wonderfully. He finally gives up trying to defend his dignity when his churning balls tighten and he sprays his submissive seed all the way up to his chin with an ear-piercing shriek.

With your point made, it's time to finish the game. The slapping of your #hips/balls against his cheeks crescendo as his orgasmic contractions continue to work your length delightfully. A final churn goes through your prostate and you reach the edge of your climax. Thrusting to the hilt, you spray your load deep into his deliciously tight depths.

After winding down from a phenomenal finish, you pull your cock out of his puckered star and watch the trickle of semen ooze out of the gape before it winks closed, trapping your load inside him for later. You wipe yourself off on his tailfeathers before another flash of lewd inspiration strikes. Scooping up some of his semen and some of your own, you wipe your mixed fluids all over the top of his beak, surrounding his nostrils with the sweaty scent of your shared sex, and slap his ass for good measure.

As you re-acquaint yourself with your gear, you cast a glance back at your disposable lover and joke that you are sure you can meet him, then "meat" him again if he wishes. He blushes through his feathers and looks away, but you note he doesn't categorically deny your invitation either...

You gain z/xp}

//Female domination, cowgirl riding

{With a loud squawk, your feathered opponent hits the ground hard, failing to rise again. You kick his weapons out of reach and circle him as he groans in pain. He's rather handsome, not quite girly but not particularly rugged either. As your thoughts wander as to what you should do with him he looks into your eyes with defiant shame.

"You will tell no one of this, earthbound, I will not have you dishonor my name with word of my defeat." Oh really? You ask him, and sidle closer to him, his bravado undermined by the way he shrinks away from your approach. You point out that there is really no reason for you to do as he demands, especially since you *did* beat him. You wonder aloud just what incentive there is for you to keep silent about his little failed robbery attempt.

"I, ah...I will do whatever honor demands," he says, and you note that the bulge in his loincloth appears to be growing. "I will take no pleasure in it, but you may do what you wish with me," he continues, fidgeting a bit on the ground. Not one to deny such a lovely invitation and feeling a bit tense after such a brawl, you strip off your #pants and #shirt and bare your awakening womanhood. You smile to yourself as the uptight tengu's gaze locks onto your groin and follows it as you stalk around to his legs and free his swaying package and surprisingly full buttocks from their wrapping. With him still staring at your moistening cunt you smile and ask him if he sees something he likes.

Turning his head aside and blushing (you think, it's hard to tell through the feathers) he makes a dismissive grunt and ignores the question. "Just get it over with, groundling pervert," he spits dismissively, but in spite of his words, you see his curly, corkscrew-shaped cock begin poking out of its sheath.

Such a tempting target cannot be resisted, and you grasp his package with one hand, kneading his feathery balls while sucking on the fingers of the other in preparation. Once your fingers are sufficiently lubed you press an index finger against his black starfish and begin worming your way into the bird-boy's butt. He chokes off a wanton moan and tries to hold his beak closed with one hand, the other clutching at the grass beneath you. Your probing digit and stroking hand have only begun, however, and you continue to milk his swaying testicles and tease his lengthening shaft. Your slithering finger is joined by another, as you expand his hole and search for his prostate, his clenching tightness slowly loosening up until the moment you find it.

This time he cannot stifle his pleasured cry and he chirps loudly as his dick jumps to full mast. His ring clenches hard, almost cutting off your circulation before slowly slacking off. He seems about ready, and his writhing form and pleasured moans have your own #vaginadescript vagina and #clitdescript button warmed up and ready for action.

You move up his body, planting your knees astride his hips and reach down to line up his corkscrew cock with your hungering pussy. For his own part the would-be robber has both hands slapped against his face, trying to cover his beak and the aroused flush in his cheeks. It proves useless, of course, and he chirps out a stifled moan as you lower your hips onto his and impale yourself on his throbbing member. The sensation is unique, the twists and turns rubbing different parts of your passage than any other penetration you have ever experienced. You raise your hips and bring them down again experimentally, fascinated and oh-so-wonderfully teased by the experience. Beneath you, the Tengu caws out another strangled gasp of pleasure, as unable to defeat his own rising passion as he was unable to defeat you in battle.

Gripping handfuls of the downy feathers on his chest in each hand, you begin riding your temporary toy with increased vigor, reveling in the sensation of his curlicue shaft pressing all those untouched places in your canal. Humping against his soft, feather-duster front as his treacherous body begins instinctively thrusting as well. He opens his eyes to look at you from behind his hands, only for a moment, before clenching them shut again. In that moment you see just how much he loves this, and how much he fears admitting it to himself.

Resolving to help the young warrior face his fears and embrace his inner sex-slave, you lean forward onto his downy chest and stroke his face gently. You whisper words of dirty encouragement into his ears; He loves this, you say, he loves being ridded by a dirt-covered groundling, being held down and unable to fly like a little songbird slut. His weak denials and babbled protests ring hollow as his twisted tip dribbles inside of you, not to mention the way his hips cannot seem to stop themselves from rising to meet your own with each of your downward strokes. He finally gives up trying to defend his dignity when his churning balls tighten and he sprays his submissive seed inside of you with an ear-piercing shriek.

Your point is made, but disappointingly you've lost your ride to the finish line. Huffing disappointedly you are about to berate your forced lover when kinky inspiration strikes again. Chiding him more gently than you had initially planned, you rise off of his rapidly retreating penis and grab one of his light wooden clubs. The smooth wood and rounded tip is perfect, and you wonder aloud if they have been inside of him before. Buried in his own humiliation, the Tengu does not reply.

Lifting his surprisingly light body, you line this impromptu dildo up with his anal star and slide it in, he squeaks in alarm but remains too exhausted to do much. The anal stimulation makes his limp pecker twitch, but seems to be insufficient to return him to full mast. Vowing that you'll get your climax, you gently insert the rounded, angled handle into your own nethers and begin using this feeldoe to pound him raw. You take little notice of his whimpers and tweets, chasing your elusive orgasm with no concern for the hole you ravage.

Thrusting for your own pleasure, you lift his body so that his own still-dripping cock is sprinkling his beaky face and pound his feathery ass with abandon. You are so close, the hard rod in your dripping cunny can get you there with just a little more. You once again whisper words of domination and humiliation to your prey, that this is all he's good for, that even as a mindless dick he fails and has to offer up his holes to do his duties as a slut. Tears in his eyes, he is unable to even protest as you plunder his rear and the submissive, orgasmic dribblings of his limp manhood prove he is still secretly enjoying it.

Finally, at the sight of him painting his own face with his spunk, you reach your peak and experience an intense orgasm rolling across your body. The tonfa is buried in his spasming colon and you clench around its handle, making its entire length shine with your fluids.

After winding down, you pull the wooden toy out of your #vaginadescript vagina and wince in discomfort. You'll be sore for a bit from that adventure in excess, but it was still worth it. The insensate Tengu flops to the ground unconscious, club still lodged deeply in his anus. You take pity and gently remove it, checking to make certain you did no permanent damage. He appears to be fine, and you wipe yourself off on his tailfeathers.

As you re-acquaint yourself with your gear, you cast a glance back at your disposable lover. He is stirring, so you poke him back to consciousness and joke that you are sure you can meet him again, then perhaps he can "meat" you properly if he wishes. He blushes through his feathers and looks away, but you note he doesn't categorically deny your invitation either...

You gain z/xp}