Straddled by an Eagle
A keeper gets a very pleasant, warm, and moist surprise from his beloved bird.
*Grrreetings, you silly kittens, feline fanatics and all-around critter lovers alike! Cheetah's here with another short and lovely commission for the amazing Waldesschwinge We talked in depths about a lot of interesting topics (Dragons included. Rawr!) , and the topic of birdies came into play! My dear Dragon wanted some feathery fun, and this is the result. A tasty story about a keeper who gets reunited with his dearest eagle and shares his love and essence with her. It is rather short since it's part of Mystical Menagerie, but I hope it'll fill you in more than a single way. *
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Thanks for reading a kitty's ramblings, dearies. Enjoy! Also, I decided to keep the tradition of the titles even if Suel isn't the main protagonist this time, because....why the 'eck not? :D
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David hit the brakes on his bicycle. Ahead, the forest track narrowed and slanted until it vanished under the bedding of twigs and fallen branches. He got off his bicycle, leaned it against a tree, and strapped his backpack tighter around his shoulders. The morning chill seeped into his bones. He shivered, not from the cold, but at the thought of the golden eagle he had rescued and released into this very forest.
Was she still here? Or did she fly away towards the mountains to nest? He scrutinized the sky, looking at every bird perched on a bough. His pulse quickened with excitement at their sight, only to fade a moment after. All of them had a certain beauty, and an ornate hawk-eagle even held his gaze in return, its crest fluttering in the breeze. It saw something, and took off with a single flap of its wings.
Some other birds of prey shrieked up above. David listened to their cries, yet none matched his golden eagle's musical call. He increased his pace at their taunting shrieks, keeping to the areas where the trees grew scarcer and taller. He checked every clearing, scanned every canopy. No sign of his golden eagle.
By the time he stopped to rest on a boulder, the sun's midday glare forced him to squint. He got the cheese sandwich out of his backpack, wiped the beads of sweat off his brow with his other hand, and leaned in to take a bite. His teeth sank into tough plastic.
David drew back with a grunt. Wrong recipient. The one he took out was her meat mixed with vitamins. He scoffed and hurled it back among the pile of other useless things he brought along. A frozen squirrel. Synthetic meat, in case she still preferred it. Anti lice powder, and all manner of crap meant for a genetically altered bird like her.
"Knew I shouldn't have let her on her own," David said to himself, voice cracking with emotion. He took a bite of the sandwich. The bread toughened and the cheese liquefied and stank. It stood there since last week after all.
He ate it anyway, swallowing one mouthful at a time. It was his fault for the thorough preparations for his big moment of nothingness. His fault for releasing an oversized golden eagle that reached up to a man's waist into the wild, as if it was an ordinary animal he rescued. David knew the statistics. Eighty percent of the engineered animals couldn't fend off for themselves. They were prone to get sick, fall to diseases, and their alterations always proved to be their downfall. So, what the fuck was he thinking?
"She was ready," David whispered to himself. "And that's what she needed. Freedom."
The same excuse, every single time. Only now, the words made his fists clench and his blood boil. She died. That's why he didn't find her in her perching spots, that's why her call did not fill the sky, like it always did. His first rescue, and he failed before he even began.
Tears welled in his eyes. He moved his hand to brush them aside when a faint cry, rich and high pitched, urged him to his feet. He stumbled forward, staggered and almost fell in his rush to the nearest clearing.
"Here!" He shouted and flailed his arms. "Follow my voice!"
Did she remember it? It's been one week out here for her, alone, in a world where she didn't belong. One week of sleepless nights for him while he hacked into the system to buy this piece of land with money he didn't have from a Russian that would never show up here.
When she swept into a dive to land several feet from him, fatigue vanished from David. His heart pounded. His hands turned slick with sweat, and his tongue felt flaccid and useless.
"You're-you're still here..." David said, words trailing to a whisper.
The golden eagle cocked her great head to the side, almost saying, "You started to doubt again, didn't you?"
A chortle burst from David as his lips stretched into a smile. He shuffled towards her, blinking back the haze left by his recent tears. The golden eagle covered the remaining distance in two great strides and dug her head in his chest, chirping softly.
"Ah, dear one. I'm sad and also glad you're still here," he said.
She fixated one hazel eye on him that sparkled with the enhanced intelligence her manufacturers gave her.
"Well, you're safe here, but safer if you make it to the mountains. That's a natural reserve, well protected from trespassers. And..." he trailed off while stroking her head, enjoying her murmur of contentment. "You can even find a mate."
The eagle perked up at that. She unfurled her monstrous wings and buffeted him, so hard David crashed onto his back. He groaned at the impact, and pushed himself up, only to meet her beak. She pushed at his chest harder than every bird had the right to, screeching and flapping her wings.
David relented. He lay on his back, his brow furrowed. She placed her oversized legs on either side of him and shuffled forward, then stopped above his lower belly and ruffled her plumes.
She wanted to say something. Her raised hackles suggested as much. Yet, instead of tilting her head and using her wings to convey the message, she started pressing against his loins. Her tail tucked and fanned out in unison with the motion.
David's stomach sank.
"You can't possibly..." he blurted out before her screech drowned his voice. Her beak shot towards him to nip at his curls. Was she preening him? Through his scrunched eyes, all David saw were the thick feathers covering her chest. He lifted his hands to stroke them, and her chirps grew in intensity.
"You can't mean it. I love you. That's why I released you, so you can be free of humans and find a mate."
She pressed her legs tighter around his haunches and flared her wings to balance her weight as she rubbed herself against his lower region. Her beak stopped clattering for a moment. A heavy silence settled, during which David stared at her.
She stared back at him. Then, with a sharp cry, she burrowed her head into his cheek, rubbing her smooth and soft feathers against his seething skin. David sucked in a deep breath and bit back a gasp. It freaking tickled!
She proceeded to do the same with his other cheek before she pressed her beak against his lips for a brief moment.
David's jaw dropped. Where the fuck had she seen that? His heart raced in his chest, and his vision flickered at the implication of her makeshift kiss. She was...she actually chose him as a mate?!
David stared at her, wide eyed, his temples pounding. She attuned a faint, melodic chirp, and her beak shuddered as she lowered herself onto his loins. The motion was awkward, and her legs buckled for a moment before she stood up. She released a cry of frustration, adjusted her positioning again for another attempt.
David arched his back, touching her underside with his belt buckle. She rubbed her cloaca against the texture of his jeans, chirping with excitement. It worked. As long as he....
David gasped. Under her tantalizing touch, his member stirred in his pants. Not now, not now, not the fuck now, he repeated in his mind. He shut his eyes and bit his inner cheeks, but pain only registered when his blood engorged member throbbed within its confines.
She noticed it too. Her chirp vanished, replaced by the sharp cries of failure as she nibbled and tugged and pecked at his belt. When that failed, she shifted her beak lower to prod at his bulge.
"Wait," David cried out. "I can get it out myself." He smiled a half smile, and the eagle rewarded him with constant preening and chirps as he worked on his belt with slow, deliberate movements. He stopped for a moment to regain his breath, half hoping his beloved eagle forgot about this foolishness.
She didn't. She called out his bluff with a shriek and started pushing and pulling at his lowered jeans. Her beak worked with uncanny precision. Once she rolled away his pants, the eagle inserted the hooked tip of her beak into his underwear and pulled towards her. She undressed him up to his pubes when David threw his hands up in exasperation.
"You did enough, silly bird," he rasped. He slid his underwear for the remainder of the distance.
His erect member burst forth, swaying and bobbing. The eagle drew her head back with a shriek. "See? It's not made for you. Eagles don't--"
The caress of her plumage against his member cut off his remaining words. She pranced on top of him, twisting and turning in search of the proper mounting position. Her chirps acquired a higher pitch every time she failed, until her pleading eyes bore into his.
David half-yelled, half sighed at her persistence. He grabbed one of her shuddering haunches with one hand and directed his member into her entrance with the other. His breath picked up, and his tight meat tensed in his hand while his tip slid against her nether feathers. Once above her tunnel, David stopped. He fingered her hole first, gasping over the squelch of her liquid heat coating his fingers. The golden eagle let out a muffled cry. Her hips rocked and jerked, the motion urging him forward.
David retracted his hand and buried the tip of his cock inside her vent. The eagle shifted her weight from one foot to the other, cooing her bliss at being filled.
David, too, moaned. The sweltering heat of her cloaca squeezed at his member, and the rippling motion of her muscles drew him further inside inch by inch. The further he sank, the hotter she became, the tighter she squeezed, the harsher she cried.
Her pristine feathers distorted through his haze of bliss. David blinked his half opened eyes to see her, to peer into her eyes, but the burning pleasure within his loins overwhelmed him. Her chirps filled his ears. They peaked, then faltered, only to peak again, just like her shuddering depths. David didn't even have to thrust. The eagle did everything for him; she kneaded along his shaft with slick, powerful muscles while she rose and fell with the motion of mating.
She shuddered once, twice, and her insides loosened to allow a wave of hot liquescence to spill onto him. David shivered, and his thighs prickled under the blanketing warmth. Her drawn-out shrill signaled what it was.
"So-So fast!" David almost screamed. He grit his teeth when she clenched around him again, tighter and fiercer. He squirmed in her embrace, panting. He stroked her neck with trembling fingers and caressed her muscular wing with his other hand. She was beautiful. So beautiful. And tight.
David bit back his release, if only to listen to her melodious chirping longer. Her half lidded eyes jerked open, and another shriek burst from her throat. Her muscles convulsed and relax to allow a second wave of euphoria to dribble from her soggy feathers and onto his balls. David sighed during the short moment of respite. His member pulsated within her embrace, urging her to get working.
And she did. Instead of chirping, she panted through her parted beak. Her eyes studied him for a brief moment before her balance wavered. David held her from toppling onto her side, but she shrieked in protest and nipped at his hand, drawing blood.
David didn't even feel the pain over the bliss building within his groin. He closed his eyes, riding it out while he groped and caressed the eagle's shivering flanks. She was spent, and yet, David knew she wouldn't stop until he, too, spent his burdening seed.
Her third climax approached. Her muscles twitched with renewed vigor, and their combined breaths hardened. Fiery tendrils of pleasure crept through David's rock hard member, urging him to thrust and burry himself as deep as he could. As the eagle's mating motions increased in frequency, he bit his lower lip hard. Not this thrust, not this thrust.
This thrust. David wrapped his arms around the golden eagle as he arched his back, pushing his writhing cock inside her squirming depths all the way to his balls. They cried their release in unison, his rough voice mixing with her sharp shriek of elation. David's seed burst from his engorged tip like. He pumped her nether tunnel full of it, each throb more pleasurable than the last. She tightened and squeezed at his shaft, each spurt amplifying her milking motion. David's vision flickered from the intensity of her heat and motion. It was...pure bliss. Once the fire died down within his loins and his cock stopped writhing, David took a deep breath.
She dismounted him shortly after his flaccid cock slid out of her soggy depths. Her belly was a mess. Thin strings of combined juices dribbled onto the grass below. David's thighs didn't fare any better. His hairs stood on end, and goose bumps formed along his skin as a breeze chilled his damp flesh.
He turned on his side to regard the golden eagle with bleary eyes. "That was...jeez, that was..."
She didn't allow him to finish. David winced when her beak dug into his head to preen him.
You're preening my wrong parts, he wanted to say, but he only had enough energy to smile and hug her neck. She truly was the queen of this forest.
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