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"A story for anyone who enjoyed fa!lemonfont 's Harpy Honeymoon ( http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13050997/ ) and wondered what their first wild, wicked night must have been like."

fa!randomguy664, the commissioner of that comic and owner of Garret and Rae, asked a bunny to chronicle their erotic encounter, and I honestly couldn't think of a better way to spend a Valentine's Day.

Also, super special thanks to an amazing friend, fa!darkzuri who drew and designed the lovely header above. I absolutely could not have done this without her.

What She Saw in Him

Part Two

by Bishiebunny

"So this is your dorm? Really?" Garret shook his head as he wandered about, amazed that there was enough room to even wander. "My friends and I used to call our Freshman dorm the broiler. It was all brick, with that hard tile that you just know sits on concrete, and public showers shared by half the floor."

"Oh trust me, I've been there," Rae grinned, her arm wrapped around his and guiding him along the nickle tour. "I had a place a lot like that when I first arrived, and it took forever to convince my mother I'd be fine. Which was a lie, as it turned out, and I didn't stay long. Given the number of roommates I went through in that first month or so, it's probably a good thing. Funny, everybody thinks the feathers are oh so lovely and ever so exotic. That is, until the third of fourth evening they spend plucking fallen plumes from their bedding and sweaters. Hah," she cawed, "bunch of whiners! Just think if they had waited around for molting season." The harpy pressed herself a bit more warmly against her date, some of the bravado in her caw faltering in mid-memory.

She turned to him with her eyes pinched in a brave smile, "And there were also complications due to my uh, other feature, especially in the community bath. It was nowhere near as fun as your guy brain might be making it." Rae gave Garret a playful squeeze, only to catch the look of concern that danced about his handsome features. Her smokey-eyelids lifted, along with her lips, into a far more genuine expression. "Don't worry. It all worked out. The RA saw I was struggling and introduced me to someone else having trouble fitting in."

Garret considered that for a moment. Here was that different world his sister had been talking about. Given Rae's harpy nature, and the other revelation that still had his heart confused in a dozen different ways, he could see where she might have difficulty sharing space with other students, especially first years. It took time, simmering in the college crock pot, before the average country boy or suburban girl could shed their parent's perspective and come fully into their own. By the second or third year, most had come to grips with the idea that there actually were more things on heaven and Earth then were dreamt of in Uncle's Buford's stilted philosophy.

Freshmen though? First years that were all wound up tight, trying to process a million new ideas and still make classes? They could be awfully prickly; just ask any "Intro to Anthropology" professor. "So the college offered alternative housing?" Garret rolled the idea over in his mind, and despite how nice the accommodations, it was hard to view it as anything other than a rejection from the student body. "I hope they handled it carefully. It almost makes it seems like they were quarantining you two."

Rae reluctantly pulled away from her guest, walking to the sliding door that separated the general living quarters from her roommate's personal space. "The college had nothing to do with it. Our RA just wanted to hook up bunk buddies who shared similar difficulties. Nicole couldn't keep a roommate either, though some of that was attitude." She smiled, remembering a few times they had clashed before getting to know one another. Her friend could be abrasive, but if the fearsome woman deemed you worthy, her affection and generosity were boundless.

"So, another harpy? Or is she like...." He cut himself off before he could complete the question. Idiot, he thought to and about himself. It wasn't any of his business and it put his date into an awkward position, but Garret had gotten caught up in Rae's situation, along with the give and take of idle chit-chat. If he and his sister had Roxanned this moment ,with the hat and headset, Kat would be howling, "Abort, abort," into his ear.

"Nicole is human," Rae replied, letting the implication stand. She immediately felt a twinge of guilt. Not that Nicole would have cared, but the intricacies of her friend's freckled body were not the harpy's to share. Knowing the red-haired seductress, Garret would probably catch a glimpse at some point, assuming he became a regular at their place. Based on past experience, this would probably involve an unlocked shower door and a forgotten towel.

"Anyway, my roommate hated the dorms and most of the people who slept in them. So she asked if I wanted to live somewhere that didn't reek of desperation and misery. She even offered to pay the bigger chunk, just so long as I accepted permanent dishes and laundry duty." Rae would eventually be kicked from laundry duty and reassigned to bathroom duty, after one too many ebony feathers took a turn on Mr Maytag's wild ride. "Seemed rude not to take her up on it. As far as quarantine, you could say we quarantined them. Or just think of it as an awfully posh, not-so-leper colony."

Aha! Rae grinned. Here was Nicole's stash, just where she had said it would be. Now then, what else had she said? Check the expiration dates on the condoms, right? Huh, the hapry had never thought that was a thing one had to worry about. Come to think of it, she was surprised her roommate knew much about it either, given how seldom her friend seemed to use them. Now then, where was that lube? There it was, lavender-scented, black bottle, do not get it confused with the red bottle with the ghost pepper on it. Yikes.

"Rich family or does she just make good money?" Garret found himself standing in front of a flat screen mounted to the wall. Sure, these days, just about everyone had one, but most of them were off-brands picked up during the bloody carnage of a Black Friday. This was name brand, and if it wasn't exactly cutting edge, that seemed more a matter of disinterest rather than a lack of a opportunity. "Netflix and chill, huh?" he muttered to himself. "And you're sure she's not coming home tonight?"

"Nicole has both, but she's prouder of her own earnings. That's also why I know she won't be home until noon tomorrow." Rae set the protective paraphernalia out in front of her, after closing Nicole's stash and sliding it reverently under her friend's bed. "She has got a married couple that she's servicing or working or whatever you want to call it." The assembled gear all seemed oddly formal, even with the scandalous image of a shapely woman arched in pleasure atop the front of the lubricant. None of it was anything her mother would have considered necessary, first date or third. Well, in mama harpy's world, there really wasn't a third date to consider. It must have been so much easier for mom when she was the same age. If you liked the look of a guy, or a properly equipped gal, you just swooped right in and let them know your feelings in a flash of feathers and feral intent.

Wasn't that how she was conceived? Would she have liked to have met her father? Not for the sake of modernizing or becoming more human, and not because she really needed another parent. Her mom had done everything Rae could have asked and probably more than grandma had ever thought to try. It was just... someone else to look toward, another idea of how the world worked and where a daughter might fit within.

"Well, God bless the child that's got her own, huh?" Garret smiled, wandering toward the kitchen area. "Bless them again if they care enough to share."

Rae's golden eyes settled on him, first as her mother's might have, like a raptor examining prey or a potential mate. She took note of his movements and the hot blood that must fill his veins, especially after a night like tonight. He was still flush, even after things had cooled somewhat during the ride over. There was a scent of readiness about him, but also the nervous twitch of a human confronting something he had not expected and could not quite fully process. She wanted him, she wanted to tear off those frail fabrics he wore to hide everything that, by claw and wing, were rightfully hers.

Feeling something cool and gooey, she looked back down at the bottle of lube, surprised to find it partially crushed in her talon.

That's right, she was a harpy after all, with instincts that could not be fully domesticated. And yet, mom had filled out some ridiculous Internet questionnaire, before skimming other profiles, looking for someone who could possibly match her daughter. Maybe mother was the civilized one. Or maybe nothing is ever so cut and dry.

Rae looked again, her golden eyes softening into the eyes of a woman whose heart was not quite ready for what her body had planned. She admired his handsome features, the lean build that plumped in just the right spot for her varied interests. The harpy thought about what he had said tonight, the perfect things that had made her heart quake and the silly things that he probably should have kept to himself, but blurted out anyway because he wasn't perfect. That was a good thing. You couldn't fuck perfect, could you?

Again, she looked down at the tools of civilized eroticism. It didn't have to be tonight, she knew that. She wasn't going to lose this feeling over a evening spent curled up on the couch. The man who had watched her fly, with eyes that were every bit as fierce and hungry as her own, wouldn't lose that desire either. Yes, she thought, they had time to take it slow, all the time in the world.

Which was why her inner woman agreed with her inner harpy, and together she absolutely refused to wait a moment longer.

Garret had been idling about the spice rack, doing that sort of pointless inventory one might do while avoiding the sexual tension that had been building up since forever. It was not like he knew enough baseball scores to keep himself occupied, and while he could always hum along to some Jpop-heavy anime theme, his sister had showed him far too many romances and sex farces for that to be especially helpful. He had settled on creating a shopping list for Rae's kitchen, as there far too many meats and not half enough vegetables. Most of the spices, barring those you might use in a marinade, had been untouched and... and he suddenly slammed into the counter as the full warm and wiggling weight of an aroused harpy woman overwhelmed his relatively frail, human frame.

"R-rae?" Her specially adapted wing fingers had already slipped under the hem of his pants and briefs, wrapping him in the same clutch she had adopted in the park. She didn't answer, just shiff, shiff, shiff as she stroked him back to a familiar hardness and then pressed it a bit further still. "I nnnNn I suppose you found what you were looking for."

Midnight lips ran along the edge of his ear, semi-fangs catching, releasing, and then followed up by a playful lick before she responded, "Well I found you, didn't I?" She ground her body against his own, keeping him trapped against the counter and working him into a frothy fit down below. Her other hand deposited the trapping of modern sexual-precaution within ready reach. "But yeah, I found these too. You will," she tilted her head to the side, pulling a square blue package up to her mouth and using those same fangs to rip the prophylactic sheath from its wrapping, "do whatever it is civilized people need to do so we can skip this step next time, right?"

He found himself nodding vigorously, though he filed that instruction away for later dissection. There were all sorts of logistics involved upon which a young man, hearing the sound of a condom wrapper ripped mere inches from his ear, simply could not focus. On the other hand, Garret did allow himself a moment to fully digest the implied subtext. This was not meant to be a one-night stand, and at some point in the future, things were bound to get messy. Well messier, he grunted as onyx plume fingers began to undo his pants once more. Apparently she had decided to take her time with it on this go, despite the awkward one-handed nature of the task. His zipper made a scritchy, metallic sound, like one of those record scratches you hear during the twist reveal in a movie trailer, only magnified in tempo and volume.

"S-soOo, I guess I'm going first, huh?" Garret now had both hands on the counter to steady himself, her weight having shifted a bit so she could have better access to his overheated shaft. He shut his eyes for a moment, feeling her unique, feathery digits fumble a bit with the rubber, trying to fit it over his hidden, swollen tip, slick with the sweat and an excited pre. "Ca-careful. Take your time," he practically whimpered, legs starting to tremble but resisting the urge to just do the work himself. Something shifted the wrong way, and he found himself inhaling in a sudden hiss. "Sensitive material under extreme pressure," he gulped, trying not to make a mess of things prematurely and ruin all of her efforts.

She practically growled, though steadied her hands, hands she had not realized were shaking.

Was this her first time? Or was it just something about tonight? Seriously, Garret thought, there was no need to rush. He blinked as the notion washed over him, his overstimulated body letting go of some of the built up erotic tense. That was right, wasn't it? This didn't have to happen tonight. Granted, he was firing on all cylinders, and somehow she kept finding new ones to light, but if she really was that nervous, "This is just a first date and all. There really isn't any pressure to d-"

"You know something I think I like about you?" Rae cut him off, finally getting the slippery material to make friends with the slick flesh it was meant to cover, "I like that you haven't suggested we wait when we're both so clearly ready to go. At least, not since we got home. I would hate if you held back for my sake or something stupid like that." She began to roll the finally behaving material down the length of the human's shaft, admiring how it adhered to his plump erection and enjoying the pulse of his member as it responded to her touch. "Now, if you were the one having second thoughts, that would be different." She found the base of both cock and condom, practically snugging the thickened end up against humid balls that felt awfully fuzzy when compared to her own.

Garret blinked, feeling that sudden, shameful dip from having almost said the exact wrong thing. Granted, the erotic mood that had currently engulfed the pair seemed practically immortal. Putting it down would have taken a finer arrow than either Bard the guardsman or Paris the lover had in their entire quiver. But then he felt her retreat from her possessive posture against his backside. Perhaps his slip had hit just the right spot at exactly the wrong time, slaying the fantastical, erotic mythology they had built between them. Nervously, anxiously, the young man started to turn, his lips parted in apology, when he heard the absolutely unmistakable sound of a discarded, shimmering dress hitting a tiled floor.

"No. Don't stop." Rae cooed wetly behind him. "Keep turning. You can't possibly be scared now. If you were brave enough to want to see the real me, brave enough to watch me fly, you can certainly handle a few dangerous curves, right?"

The poor guy nearly ruined the reveal, bumping his emphatic cock into the counter as he spun about in a desperate fluster. He only caught a brief glimpse before it was lost in the squint of shocking, stupefying pain. His hands slid behind, bracing against the counter while he waited for the sudden agony to subside. Still, it was impressive how even that brief snapshot made such a resounding impact, leaving a residual negative etched into his brain. It wasn't all that different from a glance encounter with the sun, except that her own celestial body was currently fuming in frustration, waiting for Garret to walk it off and take another lookk.

When he finally reopened his eyes, she filled his gaze so completely, all other peripherals faded to non-existence. The apartment could have been on fire or twenty-thousand leagues under the sea, and Garret would have never noticed any rise temperature excepting his own, nor any damp that was not related to the bead of sweat that trickled from her throat and then ran the valley between a pair of heaving, heavy breasts. Huh, black nipples, he thought, allowing the minor details to flood his brain so it wouldn't choke on the bigger picture. Her breasts were a bit bigger than he had expected, and being the red-blooded male he thought himself to be, he had some pretty high expectations. It was startling the way her onyx plumes draped about her smooth, dusky flesh, highlighting the rich, milky mocha with a far darker, deeper chocolate. His eyes followed the line of her lush hips which proceeded from a waist that seemed unfairly thin relative to her curves, but was probably somewhat average without her voluptuous figure to enhance the effect.

She stood there for a moment, liking the look of him. In particular, she liked the look of him while he was looking at her. Context was key. A stolen glance during a moment of vulnerability, a stranger whose desires might supersede any consideration for her safety, or simply finding herself the sudden fantasy of someone whose gaze rendered the shapely avian as little more than a disposable doll: all of those could destroy an evening's stroll in the flash of a corrupted instant. Those lewd looks were all stolen, taken without appreciation for the subject's identity, let alone her feelings. Being the statuesque beauty she was, Rae had endured that theft a hundred times over, and would probably continue to do so for the rest of her life.

For something that was so often ripped from her being, without a word or thought offered in return, it was an intoxication to offer it up by choice, as a gift. The blush she felt was hot but there was no shame to it, no sense that she had been wronged or that someone else was judging the worth of her existence. It rose from a shared pool of excitement, desire reflected and rebounding between the pair until they were both infected by the selfsame fever.

His dark eyes met hers in that moment, and sudden understanding flitted between them. Garret accepted her contagion, then let his gaze fall once more, intent upon another dose. Then his survey settled upon the tanned erection that swayed expectantly between her full, sinfully-shaped thighs. He watched it shift as she ground supple loins together, practically making her member disappear temporarily, as she stepped forward. What those luxurious legs had seemed to swallow came back in a revealed throb, dribbling a fat globule of molten excitement.

"Like what you see? Or are you still trying to decide if tonight is the right night?" She stepped closer still, the weight of her presence already feeling like a gentle touch, then replaced by the greater gravity of her rising, perfumed fragrance. Some of it was musky, even a bit familiar to a young man who knew his body well, but underneath it all lay the melody of feminine flavors, all of which were spiced delicately with the saltier tastes of the evening's accumulated perspiration. "You aren't going to disappoint me, are you? You won't tell me you're worried that I'm in over my head, that I can't possibly make up my own mind or decide on my own wants. No, you're too sensible for that, too conscious of my feelings."

Garret could hardly stand under the pressure of her, and she had yet to even touch him. He was already drowning, his cock straining in a slick that made the white condom practically transparent. He would have taken a step back, but he refused to repeat past mistakes, to risk being misread. The human, virtually pinned by just the nearness of the bared harpy that kept moving nearer, tried to laugh some of his own nervous reserves away, "J-just doing my due diligence. You know, like in those cautionary movies they show us when we first get to college."

Rae smirked, her slick lips looking almost latex as they came back in an erotic quirk. Stepping forward once more, the bulbous tip of her cut cock touched his uncut member. Her feathery hands drifted along her date's chest, casually unbuttoning another button or two from his shirt. Again, she moved forward, till their twin erects could not help but snuggle against one another. They ground lightly along either side, just as those weighty breasts of hers pressed in a fleshy splash against his chest. Seeing a drop of sweat drip from his chin, rolling down to tickle his throat, she moved up to catch it with a flick of her tongue. She continued the lap upward until she ran the length of his jawline, then came back to leave one, then two, then finally three suckling, likely hickey-inducing kisses along the side of his neck. "Those were good movies Garret," she cooed, "and in case you were wondering, this is what enthusiastic consent looks like."

Gulping, the human male nodded, his entire body a ramble of flooding sensations, a multitude of overwhelmed synapses firing all at once. The way she moved against him was practically liquid, but there was a firmness as well, an insistence with every teasing grip and grind. He could feel his cock slipping under her own, which made sense given she was slightly larger, but then found himself almost nestled against something just under her bare, yet heavy balls. He caught a mad fit of the trembles as she gasped within his ear, working those fine hips so that his latex-covered cockhead kept dipping and diving into something impossibly warm and wickedly wet. "Oh? Oh...! D-damn."

"Mmm, yes," Rae breathed, pressing herself a bit more firmly. "The only question is, are you as consensually enthused as I am? I mean, I'd hate to waste all of this built up aggression on someone who is having second thoughts." One leg slid around Garret's own, squeezing him close, practically fitting the first inch of his now fully exposed mushroom cap within her waiting, impatient sex. "That's why you get to go first. I want you to show me, like I've shown you. Want it? Take it."

His hands wrapped around her body, taking possession of a thick, abundant ass that practically spilled out of his hands. Once he got that rear managed, he hefted it forward, pulling delectable hips further up and into his lap. At least, he did his best. It was a semi-standing position after all, and there were an awful lot of rebellious curves to wrangle.Thankfully, Rae responded with a wrap of her other leg, enfolding him with fluttery limbs and powerful thighs. It was what she had been waiting for, that raw expression of desire that obliterated all worry and doubt. Garret pushed back against the counter, trying to find a bit of leverage, and once he had as much as he thought he could manage, he reconfirmed that desire with a deliberate stab of his own hips.

One, two, maybe three inches sank in at first thrust, making Rae shudder with rapt delight. She was glad she had secretly applied a bit of that lavender lube to his rubber-suited shaft beforehand, though she was pretty sure that, as wet as she felt right now, it was hardly needed. In fact, as another inch or two sunk in, she was certain that he must felt have something like a splash, her quivering heat eagerly gulping his member within a molten mess. Not that there wasn't a tightness, a firm feeling of shuddering spread that was insatiable in its demand for more. Mmm, but wasn't he just so accommodating as he gave exactly that.

"Rae, you feel fucking incredible," gasped Garret, taking a moment to indulge in that last thrust, one that hilted him within. All around, what had been warm became a sear, and what had been wet was now closer to a flood. If there was any sensitivity lost to the condom he was wearing, he wondered if he could have even handled this experience bare. Inner muscles were gripping him, holding him intimate and tight, before releasing, making for a slippery, easy retrieval. He could even feel the harpy's own cock digging into his stomach, as though it meant to fuck him through his shirt, and the weight of her balls made for a curious sensation. They created a kind of gateway, an area that had to be pushed through to get to the succulents within, but once thrust past, they collapsed over that same space, maximizing the heat of it all, making for an awfully snug fit.

"D-don't just leave it in like that," Rae whined, her body starting to shift into a greedy grind. Her cheeks were so flushed, they were practically crimson, absolutely ashamed by how wanton her motion was, how it felt like she might just go insane if he kept her stretched and tight as she was currently feeling. "Fuck me, Garret, please! Fuck me!"

"Right, huff, yes, of course," replied the human, heaving his hips backwards as best they could go and giving a short, sudden stab, followed by another. Damn, he had not prepared for this, and his legs began to betray him in a rising tremble. While his body was in fine shape, it had been too long, and their positioning was all off. Well, he thought, nobody ever fucks perfectly on their first go. Still, if this was imperfection, he could only imagine what bliss awaited once they figured out what best went where. He continued to pump and grunt, moving his hips in a sharp, stumbling staccato.

She could feel it too, the fumbling motion, the way he shook as he breathed, trying his best to keep up the rhythm of those short, yet potent jabs. Rae could only smile. Sex and pizza, right? Well someone had tossed a few olives and pineapple on it, but it was still warm and savory and well worth the delivery. Or was this Digiornos? Whatever it was, she meant to make it a standard order for a long time to come. The moaning avian applied a bit more of those powerful leg muscles to the process, pulling herself up and over just a bit, enough so that his cock wasn't quite knock-knock-knocking on her heaven's doors. It wasn't all about the depths, was it? There were shallows to consider, sweet sensations that set the stage for the later plunge. With that in mind, she lifted up and then down, taking only a half of her human's cock inside, before rising up again, meeting his somewhat muddled rhythm as best she could.

Once they matched their melody and bass to a single harmony, Rae reached down to caress his face, forcing his dark orbs to her golden moons. "Yes, just like that. Mmm, exactly like that. Nnng... mMmf, I know you're tired, but keep it up, just a moment more. T-then we'll switch positions."

"G-nnNng- got it." He grunted, trying not to let himself get too excited, to rush toward the finish line in hopes for a momentary break. He kept up his standing ovation, slapping into her body with a muffled, sloppy clap that echoed through-out the condo. "Should have," he gulped, first a bit of saliva, then two lungs full of air, "should have started with oHhral, I think." He pressed his head to her shoulder, resting it for a moment as he continued at a somewhat slower pace. "Don't want you... nnnnf... to think I skimp... aahhh... on th-the uhh, fuck... fucking foreplay."

Rae burst out into a sudden, cawing laugh. She hugged him tightly to her perspiration-drenched body, causing all sorts of rude sounds to emit from their rutting forms. Gasping, she released her human with one hand, then the other, leaning backwards. "O-Ooh, on the floor, dear. Come on now," she gestured with her hips, "time to switch. Let me take your weight for a little nnng... while." She arched her back, in both support and insistence, pulling her lover down with her. Once her weighty, MILF-worthy posterior was settled on the ground, and her partner had slowed his roll to a near stop, she settled him on top of herself. "Don't worry dear. Just rest for a second. I'm stronger than I look, and don't I just look plenty strong?"

Sliding his hands from their fondling grip of Rae's bottom, thinking that he really had to set aside some time to just ogle that wonderfully plump rump, Garret did his best to catch his breath. "S-super strong," he admitted, allowing a bit more of his mass to press against her. He couldn't quite bring himself to relax completely, though he was absolutely sure she could handle his mass and probably the mass of a sleeper sofa besides. Still, no matter how strong she might be, he felt it important that he carry at least some of his own weight. "Should'a been an Avenger, huh-uh... or something."

Again the harpy tittered, then reached around with feathered limbs to fondle his own, remarkably ripe backside. Suddenly she was glad Nicole had never stumbled across the boy, and that thought came with an awfully wicked pulse that ran the length of her aroused shaft. Rae leaned up and nipped at Garret's ear, "You said something about oral, didn't you? Does that mean you're looking forward to sucking my cock?"

Garret had been enjoying the avian's increasingly possessive grope of his bubble-bottomed backside, when those words struck home. Suddenly, her interest in his well-maintained posterior took on an altogether different timbre. Well, what had he expected? She did say all of him, right? Besides, with his own dick pressed into such a welcoming slick, feeling it quiver and quake with every micro-motion of his excited body, it not longer seemed all that impossible. It was different, he fully admitted, in ways even his sister could not have possibly predicted. Still, something tingled at the notion, at the way her fingers positively devoured the curves of his human bottom, and even the wicked, dominant inflection she used when saying the words suck and cock.

Sex didn't just sell SUVs, shampoos, and beer; sex also sold sex. Most kinks developed due to free association. That or some unspoken interplay of power or the reversal of assumed roles. But often it was simply pairing something arousing with something else, and next thing you know, shoes dangled from nylon-clad toes become awfully appealing in ways that had previously made no sense at all. What she was doing now, with her shaft pressing against him in a manner that seemed to register in an entirely different key than the how her feminine heat gobbled his own erection, it satisfied all three kink requirements. If that shift within his shaft, and the twitterpatering leap his heart just took were any indication, he was well and truly doomed. Or screwed, as the case may be.

The harpy's teasing lips reappeared, whispering in that same sinful wet from before, "Get a move on, dear. I can't get mine until after you've gotten yours." Internally, something squeed excitedly over the sudden expression that overtook her human's face. So this was what Nicole was always yammering on about. Mmm, she would never think of herself as a true domme, not by any measure that counted, but when it came to teasing out the crimson in a flustered lover, she could definitely get used to this. Nnnng! Oooh, he's started again. Was he harder than last-Nnnf, time? Oh yes, "Yes! Just like that!"

Slipping his head down, Garret trailed a series of kisses down his lover's throat, then followed them past her chest to catch along the edges of her bounding, bouncing breasts. She was not the only one who could work a tease, not when there was so much left to sample, so much of her he had yet to suckle, lick, or touch. He leaned back a bit, keeping their pelvises locked in an increasingly sticky thrust and then dived in to catch a seemingly fluttering, dark chocolate nipple between his lips. He applied a dash of hungry pressure with his teeth, flicked the very end of it with his tongue, and then sealed it all away into a world of slurping suction. His yearning gaze drifted up to meet her own. Then he smiled around that obsidian succulent, "feels good, doesn't it?" he thought at her, figuring if she couldn't read his mind, she could at least read his motion, "Imagine what I'll do to that cock of yours."

Her shaft pulse in a renewed rise, so strongly and fiercely, it practically stabbed her lover in the gut. She hardly cared. Her legs reached up from underneath, twining around her human's waist and tilting her increasingly sloppy sex upward to meet every frantic thrust. Something maternal rose for a brief second, something sacred and gentle as a lullaby, watching her man nourish at her breast, as though he meant to take actual succor. It spread a different sort of warmth through-out her body, a liquid sensation that touched places his pummeling prick had yet to reach. Rae might have taken a moment to reflect on that, to memorize that matronly sense of nurturing her loved one. She might have, but the look in his dark, sparkling eyes told an altogether different story, a more perverse, carnal tale. Mmm, it was right. Tonight was not the night for lullabies; tonight was the night for limericks, and especially filthy ones at that.

"Harder," she grunted, her earlier satisfaction with an amateur performance melting away. "Y-you've got me on the floor, now," Rae panted, her hands wrapping around his head and pressing him more directly to the taste of his suckle, while below, her desirous legs coaxed ever more intense pounding. "N- no mmMmmf no excuses. You can't break me, so fuck me, Garret, fuck mmMeEe!"

It all melted away, worries and doubts, anxieties and considerations, even the softer affections, all of it thrown into the furnace fueling that chugging train which slammed repeatedly into her tightening tunnel. Again and again he pulled back, and almost before he could think to sink forward, her legs drove him home. In fact, Garret hardly had to push at all, focusing almost all of his gathered, erotic dynamism into the struggle of the pull. Her legs refused to give him an inch, neither figuratively nor literally. Every time her slick inner muscles swallowed his cock, pressed there by the tight cords within those athletic, plump calves, he had to fight his way back out again, his hands falling to either side of her just to get the added leverage he needed for his piston.

The young man was eager to meet her demands, but some lumbering intention within began to make plans to exceed them. It was fed on the pride he had felt feasting on his lover's breasts, watching those golden eyes soften, submit to fresh arousal. His fingers curled, as though digging invisible claws through the kitchen tiles. Garret looked down, taking note of the tension that had began to overtake her face as he drove himself home, those glittering orbs closing as his lover found herself being lost in need. The sight lit fresh, primal fires within, intensifying the grunting and gasping of his rising exertion. His tempo increased, and that something inside, perhaps akin to that earlier, crueler instinct that demanded he "Fight!" cried out that this was simply not enough. She was practically fucking him with her legs, pulling him forward, while he was focused almost entirely on resistance. He might be priming the spring, resetting the cord for the pump that came next, but it was past time the prey bare its fangs.

That was part of experiencing something different too, wasn't it? To see himself through her eyes, and the man she saw was handsome and exciting and worth the chase. Could he really show her any less consideration? There was enthusiasm for what was about to happen, and then there was anticipation for what you were about to do. Surging forward, Garret beat his lover's legs to the punch, slamming into her body with enough force to cause her entire frame to tremble in fresh quiver. That creamy mocha of her chest began to darken, her dark chocolate nipples moving from flutter to furious flight, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together was joined by the carnal rush of heavy breasts virtually pounding against the torso that bore them in rhythmic, sweaty flop.

Her lips parted in gathering gasp, Rae dared a glance above her, reaching out to the young man that was so thoroughly claiming everything she had offered below. His dark orbs were sparkling in a way she had yet to see, but now realized she had secretly hoped. When he was below her, admiring from that great distance, it had set her harpy soul free for a time. But there was more to him than just the night's prey or an evening's pleasant companion. He was more than simple kindness and an open desire to understand. Sure, there was great comfort in all that, and it gave her a chance to flex old muscles in ways that would have her mother primping in pride. NNnng, b-but damn if she hadn't needed this as well. Damn if she had not secretly hoped to find a beast within, someone who could match her at her worst, even while encouraging her to be her Aaaah, very best.

MMmm, this is what he had meant when he said he wanted every part of her, whether he knew it or not. It was not just consideration for the parts of her that strained his notion of orientation. It was this nnNnf, just this. "G-garret, what are you doing to me?" She bit her bottom lip, waiting for his response. Whatever he might say, just so long as he kept sawing into her slick, shuddering heat, it would be aHHabsolutely perfect. In this, as before, both her harpy and her modern, somewhat-civilized woman side were in absolute agreement.

"I-I'm fucking you Rae," Garret groaned, his hands moving around, sliding underneath to clutch at her shoulders. "I'm taking everything," he pulled her down with his embrace, pulling her as surely onto his cock as his hips were propelling that same messy throb of a shaft within. "J-just like I said I would. Just like I plan to do again," he grunted, "and again," he growled, edging ever closer. Different, different was good. Not as something outside of yourself, something you experience like a tourist in bad shorts and a worse hat. Different was something you do, a change you make, a new version of yourself that had adapted, evolved, become more capable of handling all the world had to offer, and then acquiring the appetite to devour it all. "A-almost there, Rae! Nnng, this feels amazing!"

The harpy came first, and Rae was deliriously happy to do so. The darkening of her face had given rise to cheery-red crimsons, wearing them like a fever in a half-dozen splotches. Her inner world tumbled about like a bouncing, bounding dryer, stuffed with wet towels and frantically spinning them along in a sultry swelter. Her feminine flow drenched the cock inside, adding to the soppy, saturated sounds of their slick slaps. When he tried to pull back again, presumably for one final thrust, she wrapped her entire body around him, consuming his body in a covetous cinch. He wanted all of her, and she wanted no less.

Everything became a molten mess for Garret, as something sticky and viscous spurted from her excited shaft, across his stomach, up his chest, and even managed to land a white, dribbling glob that stuck resolutely to the underside of his chin. Within the spasm of her carnal canyon, trying its best to milk his own cock in a rush of undulating flesh, he hardly noticed the pump of his first release. What he noticed was his heart skipping rope and a churning, internal ripple that threw fresh, searing sensation through-out his body. He rode the shudder of that wave, returning the clench of his harpy lover with equal, voracious need. Only then did he feel it, the release of cream from a cock-head that was already drowning in shared, if muted fluid.

How many times had he fired off? How many times had his shaft lurched within his harpy, grinding in a potent rut against rolling muscles, before spurting out another gout of accumulated release? Garret found himself equal parts in love and in loath with the bulging condom that kept to its task as witless lovers rushed toward oblivion, to say nothing of itching, burning sensations.

The bestial spirit that overtaken him was still there, still a furnace within his belly that could have probably used a few more shovels of coal. It was slumbering now, fully satisfied, though there was a fresh edge to the young man that trembled about his the recesses of his heart and mind. It was his now, had been all along, and though Rae might have provided catalyst, or more accurately muse, it would always be a part of him. He filed it away for later use, to ease into as the moment required. The young man wondered how it felt about wrapping his maw around a young woman's cock? Probably no different than he was feeling about the possibility, even as he tried his best to catch his breath in wet gulps. If he was going to bother with it at all, he would be sure to have every inch of it and make his harpy cum.

Rae, who had already cum once, or possibly twice depending on how one was counting, allowed herself to tumble into a molten slump, her voluminous chest rising and falling in a heated, perspiration-laden fit. Her arms fell to either side, her legs as well, and she found herself enjoying the curiously comforting cool of the floor underneath. She smiled when she felt him likewise relax, now that their springs had sprung, easing external tensions and giving internal ones a chance to unravel at their own pace. She lifted a few weak finger plumes to clean off the gooey spot of white stick on her over's chin, surprised at how far she had shot it, to say nothing of its remarkably thick consistency.

Before she could flick it away, Garret caught her feathery, sticky fingers. His dark eyes leashed those golden orbs of hers before pulling the still warm mess to his lips, sucking it sweetly, tenderly from her stained pinions. The human couldn't help but make a bit of a face, unused to the somewhat dull, not-quite bitter taste, before swallowing audibly. "Have to get used to that, don't I? In fact," He sighed, feeling his pulmonary muscle finally shifting from marathon to morning jog, "I suppose I might as well get to it, huh? That is, unless you want me to wait? Still feeling um, enthusiastic?"

Her ebony fingers caught her man by the jaw, smiling with lips just as dark, but shimmering in expertly applied gloss. "Stop teasing your harpy, Garret," she breathed, just shy of the demanding, empirical tone she had heard Nicole use to a client over the phone, "and suck my cock."

Garret could hardly argue with that, and judging by the flutter in his chest and the giddy blush that made for a nervous smile on his lips, he didn't really want to. Her flavor had been unusual in that it was both familiar and yet completely unfamiliar, all at the same time. Now that he had swallowed that first tiny morsel, he found himself legitimately craving another go. "You better not have awoken anything weird inside of me," he teased, moving down her sweat-stained, mocha-colored curves. He paused long enough to run a few nibbling kisses about the sides and then undersides of her mountainous breasts. Below, he carefully worked his spent cock free, moaning sweetly against her navel as a sudden aftershock rocked through-out his system. Grinning at himself and then flushing brightly at the way her expectant eyes devoured him in barely restrained impatience, he paused to run his tongue within the shallow bellybutton that proved harpies did not come from external eggs.

She tittered in a satisfied coo, reaching down and ruffling his hair, watching him lap at the little puddle of her own cream that had collected there. She had made another ridiculous mess, and that was just the eruption prompted by her feminine orgasm. Rae could hardly imagine the sort of gloppy wreckage she was destined to leave inside of her, her cond- wait.

Having just consumed another balmy dose of freshly squeeze harpy cream, Garret came to the conclusion that this was something he could get used to. In fact, maybe Rae really had awoken some unspoken craving, something the human male had missed while making gross assumptions about his own orientation. Did that count as free association or was this more a role reversal sort of thing? He wouldn't really know until he had that turgid monster of a harpy cock between his lips. It wasn't really that much bigger than his own, was it? There was no point in checking now, given the relative distance between their levels of arousal, yet still he found himself sitting up and comparing the two.

Yep, his was definitely smaller at the moment. He wasn't really flaccid, not by any means, but compared to the expectant throb of her cut member which seemed to be purring beside his own, he might as well have been. Rae's cock was also much darker, especially with all the vital fluid pulsing around its veins, waiting anxiously for the soothing suckle that would probably stretch his jaws. That was to be expected as well. She was naturally a darker, creamy mocha sort of shade while he was a bit on the pinkish side. Huh, paler still when you factored in his condo...m.

"S-sweetheart? Have I been, I mean, like swallowing... unprotected." Garret began to dig himself a good six feet deep babble grave. "That's a bad thing, isn't it? I mean, it's supposed to be safer and all, but," he suddenly realized that he honestly had no idea. He had never been down this particular road before. The human tried to remember old girlfriends, those who had and those who hadn't. No, wait, why would he take safe sex advise from teenagers?

"I don't know," admitted the harpy, trying her damnedest not to let a sudden bout of irresponsibility kill the moment. She leaned up quickly, nearly headbutting her date in the process. "It's not something that really comes up with my kin, and if you bring that sorta thing up to Nicole, she gets all excited in the wrong sort of way. But it's been awhile since I've done anything, and I was tested before I started school, which was even later than that," she nervously poked two feather tips against one another. "Really, It's fine, right? You had maybe two gulps, maybe enough for a solid swallow. We're making a huge deal out of nothing, aren't we?"

Garret sat there for a moment, trying not to imagine a tickle down the back of his throat. He looked away for a moment, gnawing at his lip, when his ears caught the faintest sniffle from the woman in front of him. Looking up, he caught sight of a liquid, silvery drop dancing just under the rim of Rae eyes. Well, he thought, that settles that. He snatched the second condom from the top of the counter, tearing into it with his own teeth, which works out better when one has pseudo-fangs, but he was in no mood to be countermanded by a bit of latex. The human tossed the bottle of lube into his date's lap, internally fanning the flames required to wake the bestial furnace. "Hardly even a dose. And you wouldn't believe the drought I've had. Really, I'm surprised any of my junk still works. I'd have thought the warranty was shot ages ago."

Warm, firm, and yet tender human hands slipped around a harpy's cock. "And I've had two check-ups since college, because I'm anal like that." He blinked when Rae snorted, then waved her rising titter of a caw away. "Yeah and soon to be anal like that too. Well played, my raven queen." Garret paused a second or two, just to be sure he hadn't stumbled onto an insult while letting his mouth get ahead of his brain. There was no real reaction from his date, seemingly far too focused on his technique and the sensations it evoked, while he slipped her condom onto place. "So it's probably already fine and besides, I've already swallowed and... and," he looked up with a special smile, custom-made just for her, "and obviously, I am incredibly, shamefully enthusiastic at the moment. Do you mind if we just keep going?"

Rae looked down to where his hand embraced her endowment, cradling it the way only a lover could. Then she looked up and drank in those eyes of his, suddenly as enthralling as any set of glittering gold. Finally, she leaned back, clutching the little bottle of lavender lube to her chest and nodded, digging a pseudo fang into the lushest part of her bottom lip, "P-please do."

Various logistical conundrums rose within Garret's brain, which he did his best to solve. The angle was bad? He just got down on his belly, sliding up until the mess of soppy sex and condom-wrapped cock were a sweltering mass, inches from his face. That same mess was probably all over his clothes by now. Trust him to not only forget the condom but to also forget something as basic as getting naked. He would have to double, then triple wash this shirt if he ever meant to get that musky reek out of it. Maybe he should just toss it as a lost cause, but hadn't this date christened it the luckiest shirt he owned? Probably better to just leave it hanging as a sticky shambles in his closet until he could decide. What's next? Oh, how about the simple fact that he had never sucked a cock before. Where do you even start? Suddenly, ancient, animated Christmas mice came to mind, instructing him in the ways of their rodent kind, "As we say when approaching a tall piece of cheddar, better start from the top."

So he began at the tip, with careful yet direct kisses, never once giving his lover a chance to doubt his desire. At first, the most prominent flavors were the rubbery latex, all bunched up at its reservoir tip. It was almost tempting to dispense with the whole thing altogether or check to see if Rae's roommate had something closer to a dental dam. Now that he was down here, with that swollen member slapping against his cheek, he seemed pretty sure that oral really was safer, and given their recent sexual history, it probably would have been just as fine without the damn thing. Still, the condom seemed to say, there is an awful lot of risk bound up in the scant protection of a "probably." Garret leaned forward, taking her cock in hand and beginning to give it his favored stroke, before grunting toward the harpy above, watching him in rapt, rising arousal. "We are absolutely going to get all this straightened out before next time."

"Yes, yes we are," Rae replied, enjoying the certainty in his voice, the unquestioning assumption that there would most definitely be a next time. She also couldn't help but notice the unwavering confidence of his stroke. This wasn't a tentative grip, the nervous manipulation of someone fumbling about with unfamiliar equipment. She could easily imagine him using that same stroke on his own, decidedly delicious cock. Which reminded her, next time she would have him in her mouth before he even had a chance to argue the point. It was always harder to debate someone with a mouthful of you or even better, when both mouths were filled with one another.

That image, along with his earnest motions, brought her internal warmth back with a vengeance. After that recent, panicked cooling, the aroused flush that flew through her was like being in a sauna. Mmm, yes, a sauna with the most wonderfully attentive cabana boy, now if only he would get his mou- yeeesss, just like that.

He had finally managed to fit the head of it into his mouth. It was less a matter of size and more a matter of approach. Wrap around it the wrong way, with the flimsy bits of rubber flopping over, and your lizard brain immediately assumed a choke. But if you could clear your mind, just focus on the warmth of it, how it was starting to feel, perhaps even taste like her, and it became more of a morsel, something you could let sink atop your tongue, before holding in a succulent savor.

It would definitely be better without the condom, and he found himself looking forward to the future without it, but all in all, it wasn't really that bad. Firstly, because her rising arousal was constantly pushing against the sides of that responsible, rubbery bondage. What had been translucent before, with the addition of pulsing heat, increasing pressure, and his own saliva, was now practically transparent. Garret also found that if you focused on texture and temperature, rather than flavor, it was a lot easier to get it all down. So he tried, unsteady inch by unsteady inch, his stroking becoming shorter and less necessary.

Both were surprised when the tip of Rae's cock hit the back of his mouth and the beginning of Garret's throat. In fact, he had nearly choked, breaking in a bit of a hysterical fidget, until he found his inner zen just long enough to reverse course with fresh tears in his eyes. He pulled off her cock for a moments cough, received an encouraging pat on the back of his head and then hopped right back on that hors- err, harpy cock. He adjusted his angle, worked his jaw a bit after it gave a low, trembling creak, and then came back with new appreciation for every fluffer that had ever worked the adult entertainment industry, before little blue pills had rendered the position largely obsolete. Speaking of those pills, he was beginning to suspect his date had choked down a fresh handful, as rigid and swollen as her member seemed to be.

In fact, as he began to glide up and down, working a few inches at once, then risking another when the timing felt right, the whole throbbing mass of it seemed to be one gigantic, shuddering tremble. The condom had practically disappeared from his concern, its thin sheath nothing compared to what lay lumbering within, tense and waiting in a falsely dormant state. Hah, he thought, as shifted up a bit more on his hands and knees and coming at the whole affair from a near direct angle, her cock-head is in my throat now. Just a bit mMnf more of a gulp, and I'll give her something to brag to her roommate about. In fact, I think I could take a little more, he slurped, shutting his eye and focusing entirely on the task.

D-damn, she thought, her eyes wide, watching the human slip and slide his way down her overloaded member. He couldn't know how slick with perspiration and rolling orbs of tumbling precum it was or how they felt trapped against her flesh, tumbling in a tickle down the condom's side. She was edging closer to burst than he could possibly expect, and for just a moment, Rae's face settled into a pout because she wouldn't get to see her lover with freshly puffed cheeks, leaking her milky release.

Still, how was he taking it like that? How was he taking more? Rae wasn't full-on porn star material like Nicole, who put most adult film actors to shame. Still, what she had, she had plenty of, more so than the average person, particularly more than any first-timer should manage to swallow. Yet, there he was, his lips maybe an inch from brushing her balls, and fuck it made her claws curl and her heart ache. The harpy had already sunk her teeth so hard into her lower lip she had tasted a drop of coppery crimson. If he went much farther, she was not sure how she could possibly stand it. Also, w-was he intentionally wiggling his prized posterior like that? Her golden eyes, which had simply simmered in molten pleasure before, began to positively glow.

He had the rhythm now. More than that, he had the hunger, the greedy gluttonous want that was required to truly excel at the art of sucking. Sure, there were a few finer points that would come along with practice. For one, he was still having trouble breathing, and simply inhaling through his nose wasn't much use when every breath came filtered through the musk of her cock and the pathway to his lungs were often shut off completely. Still, he had never felt this sort of connection before, this near-submissive posture that came from focusing entirely on service, on gulping about the head of her cock as it disappeared within, simply for the wet, slurping impact it made.

Garret wished he could look up at her, see those predatory eyes and feel that prey's sensation, just for a moment or two. But he wasn't quite there yet; he didn't have the technique down. If he opened his eyes, saw that sensual pelvis rising forward to meet his face, if he really, truly tried to comprehend the girth and extended length that plowed between his lips, he would choke on it. He just had to hope she was enjoying herself, and based on the cooing sounds from above and the way her feathered fingers had begun to grip his hair and push at his head, he was pretty sure she was.

When Rae's grip shifted again, this time to yank the human off her cock with a sudden, throat searing, liquid pop that sounded something like "splortch" Garret became a little less sure. She had practically thrown him up against the counter, away from her body to land in a tumbling crash. His eyes went wide, looking up in a convulsive confusion, trying to say something but finding words impossible to form with a throat that had been so badly distended by a welcomed intruder. What he saw struck like an epiphany, obliterating the frustrated perplexity and replacing it with a rising, squirming apprehension.

"Sorry," Rae groaned, breaking open the black-bottle of lavender lube right where he claws had punctured it. "I just really, really need you to take off your pants right now. Like, right the fuck now, okay?" She began to slather a glistening, gooey substance over her cock, her eyes practically shimmering. "I don't mean to scare you, and when this is over, you can hate me or love me or we can just talk about our feelings, alright? But for now, pants! Off!"

There was that sensation again, that feeling from just a moment before, when he felt like he losing himself to her desires. It was all the more intense now, with her eyes and her lips wearing very different, yet somehow similar expressions. He was pretty sure, with probably an eighty-percent certainty, that if he peaced out right now, she would let him leave unmolested. They would probably both retreat to their separate corners, masturbate furiously until they passed out, and then maybe try this all again at a later date. It was those twenty other percents, however, that kept tumbling forward in his mind. Not out of trepidation but an altogether alarming amount of wanton lust. There was safety in that eighty percent, a chance to cool down and probably establish a long and somewhat mundane relationship, once everything had worked itself out. But within that twenty was something else all together, something he had pretended to understand when he had dared to say "I want all of you." It was such an easy thing to say when starring at the wrong of end an iceberg.

He could have satisfied himself with just a piece of her. He could enjoy a nice, healthy eighty percent portion, where all of her better angels seemed to perch, and what a lovely couple they would make. However, to truly have it all, he had to accept that final twenty, where fallen furies made their roost. Garret smiled. When he thought of it like that, it was hardly a difficult choice.

Besides, he had been reacquainted with his own beast, and it would have hardly appreciated him giving up now, when something new and absolutely unknown was just waiting to be explored, even conquered. Nor could he possibly deny her the chance to indulge the harpy within. Tonight was not a night to deny instincts, to shy away from every facet and shade that lay lurking. Tonight was a night for all of it, all of her, all of him, and hold out hope there was enough to go around.

Rae watched her human unbutton his pants, fumble a bit with his boxer briefs, and then, nervous with anticipation, turn to present his bared bottom for inspection. She let go of the breath she had held and allowed herself a moment to admire how cute it looked. It was hard not to admire all that firm, ripe flesh, slightly covered by the ends of his dress shirt. An ebony plumed wing hand reached down, cupping, then rolling over the pleasing plump of it all. Mmm, a definite firmness but also a gratifying amount of give, the sort of cushion that pushed back, enhancing every body-jarring thrust.

"You're trembling," she sighed, her other hand moving to roll fresh lubricant about her fluff fingertips. "Believe me Garret, if I hadn't come along, someone would have found this ass, sooner or later. It probably would have been someone with a less egalitarian relationship in mind, someone that kept you leashed to her bed at night and brought you out at parties."

He knew she was teasing, building up a fantasy that was all the rage on certain, creatively perverse corners of the Internet. Though, given what he had heard about her roommate so far, it was always possible that there were hidden truths in her taunt; that there was something more to her word than simply arousing a lover or putting him into the proper mindset. "OoOooo, aah!" He squeaked with dark eyes suddenly ripping wide as her first feather digit sunk within his backside, slathering its interior with lube. That was certainly a step in a new direction, he thought, internals shifting in the confusion of deeply chagrined arousal. Here he was, as vulnerable as Garret had ever been, with two... "Nnnng," now three goop-delivering feathers pressing firmly within his rectum.

Given how it all tingled, how his toes curled and the gasp lit this throat, he wondered if maybe she was absolutely right. Would someone like that have found him? Come to think of it, somebody already had, right? "I-is that what you want?"

"I never really thought about it before," Rae cooed, working another finger and making sure his interior was as slippery as the edges of her bloated, restless shaft. "You know Garret, if that had been the kind of man you were, I think I would have been alright with that. Maybe I would have asked Nicole how to properly train you, take you shopping with us, find you something really loss and feminine to wear." Again, glistening black lips slipped into an easy smile, admiring the sudden tremble that ran through-out her partner. "But...."

Garret practically squirmed, turning his head to look at the sinful siren over his shoulder, his eyes soft and his elbows, to be honest, a little sore from the position. "I-is that 'but' with one tee or two? Like, conjunction junction or are you just window shopping,"

"But," Rae repeated, giving her human's bottom an affectionate slap, "that's not the kind of man you are, is it? I mean, you could play the role I'm sure." She lifted up on her legs, aligning her cock and beginning to roll it between the hill of his bottom's valley, just sliding back and forth along engulfing cheeks. "Oh you absolutely could and probably enjoy yourself ." The harpy paused the motion of her hips, her bulbous cock-head suddenly snuggling up against the trembling, puckered entrance of the human bent before her. "I'm sure we'd enjoy you too."

It was good lube, very good lube and came highly recommended by a woman whose own cock had twice the inches on Rae's as Rae had on Garret. It was made to get into tight, resistant spaces, to make that first thrust count and to blast through all resistance, just so long as the user stabbed cleanly and directly. It was the sort of lube for a lover who struck without hesitation. The young man, who was currently experiencing a sensation altogether new to him which involved three or four inches suddenly, mercilessly sunk into his backside, was currently a big fan of that lube. "Ho-leee... je... aaah," he hissed in a simmering seethe. He tried to turn a bit, get a better look at the woman behind, but she was already in motion, slamming another inch or so, while rising up and over to claim not only his ass but his entire body with it.

Rae pressed her heavy breasts against her lover's back, her legs shifting into a somewhat uncomfortable position, given their relative heights. That was okay. She wanted him to feel this, to be completely overwhelmed by her, practically smothered in ebony feathers and warm, lush curves. She held him close to herself, pressing closer with every motion, digging a bit more, determined to hilt. As she approached her goal, she reached up with her lips, catching his shoulder with her pseudo-fangs in a possessive, ravenous bite. It didn't quite pierce, but the grip of it said that it could have.

That was when he knew she was right. His cock rose so hard and so fast, he wondered if it might burst. That sensation of being taken, conquered, pushed down and then rutted upon, overwhelmed him down to the very core. Things began to quiver internally, things that had never had caused to quake before, at least not like this. Yes, he could do this. In fact, he could love this, especially so long as the woman above loved it too. He even felt like, if she didn't start thrusting soon, he might just begin wiggling his hips, maybe even plead with his body. "R-rae... I- I... ahH, nnngg!"

"Problem is," she cooed once more, reaching up and cradling the side of his head, "well, it's like I told you Garret. You remember, right?" As she spoke, her hips pulled back, retreating from his interior, allowing the human to fully appreciate just how far he had been stretched, to really feel some of the burn the lubricant had muted. Then she slammed forward, taking nearly a half dozen inches and cramming each one, unceremoniously into her lover's body. When she connected the slap of her balls against his own, her pelvis to his posterior, it made a liquid sound that rippled through-out their bodies. "I want all of you. I want that human animal that took me tonight and refused to let me go. I want that sweet, wonderful young man whose heart broke when strolling beside a harpy with clipped wings. I want the part of you that trembles when taking all I have to give and the other part that waits impatiently to even the score."

She reared back, "Just like you said," then slammed forward. Rae pulled back yet again, laying several kisses to his shoulder and throat. "Not a piece," then thrust, "and not a part of you," back again, "all of it. All that you can give, and then," she pulled back while the young man underneath her cried out in abject, unfamiliar bliss, "I want more!" When next she slammed, she had pushed her lover over in a tumble, his elbows no longer able to sustain their position.

Garret found himself face down and ass most decidedly up. It only took a few more slapping, stabbing, power pummels for him to come to the conclusion that this was how she liked to fuck. With his face pressed against the kitchen tiles, his upper body sliding an inch or so with every pump, he found that he enjoyed it too. Though, as she began to really build up a full head of steam, tunneling out an untested male bottom in a way that was absolutely, positively going to hurt like all hell in the morning, he decided he wasn't going to tell her just how much he liked it.

"G-gods, you're so fucking tight," Rae gasped, settling back onto her knees so she could properly focus on her pump, "I love it!" Her winged hands drifted all over him, gripping his shoulders and pulling him up and onto her cock. It was an impossible request that she made of his body, and only because of her relatively impossible strength did she manage to pull it off. "Y-you are going to fuck me again," she groaned into his ear, stabbing upward as she raised him to a sitting position of his own, within the slick, sticky mess of her lap, "and then I'm going to fuck you," she thrust, "and then you will fuck me," he bounced, "and then we'll sleep for a bit."

She began to laugh in a blissful caw, purely for the joy and the sharing of it. Rae lost it once more, louder still, when a breathless Garret joined in a gasping gulp, his voice stuttering in time to the bounce of his body, "Y-you waaHna get breakfast after? Maybe pancakes?"

She sunk into her human to her very hilt, "Flat slab of buttery, syrupy dough?" She bounced a few more time in a rising sticky reptition, "Try ah-again."

"E-eggs maybe?" Garret did his best to process something, anything beyond the incredible tension within, stretching his near-pulverized anal entrance. He couldn't quite get a feel for the cock inside of him, not in the way he might have expected, but it was touching something, something internal that he had only ever touched by accident before. His body responded with an aroused shudder that made his own shaft pearl in response. "N-no wait, stupid, right? Lik-like saying chicken and waffl- AH!"

Rae wrapped her arms around her lover, holding him tightly as she felt that all encompassing tension that meant she was about to make a simply ungodly mess. Then suddenly she lunged forward, crying out in a sudden, delighted squeal. The harpy's heart felt like it might burst, frantically pumping living-sustaining red through-out her circulatory system, just as she pumped fresh, creamy whites into her human vessel, only to accumulate inside a more rubbery one. Passionate and panting, she nibbled with only her lips along his ear, "AAaah, aaaah... aaaaaaaAaahhhHhhh. God, y-you are so lucky you're so damn pretty. One last time," she added a sudden nip while a jettison of freshly squeezed harpy seed left her capped cock at surprising speeds. "Here's a h-hint, you almost said it."

Garret, who was coming down from his own rolling eruption, though this time on a much more internal and strangely intimate level, blinked, then broke into a slow smile. "Waffles. That's it. You want pockets with your buttery, syrupy dough, right?"

Finally, she rested her head against his back, nuzzling to his neck, cooing in a low, rumbling affection. "There you go," Rae smiled, "Now you see the real me. Waffles and all." Leaning up, she caught his lips as best she could, making him work a bit for it in their awkward position, but also making sure it was well-worth the effort.

After an evenings worth of back and forth, Rae's gloss had finally reached it's limit, leaving a few matte-black imprints along her lover's lips. "Sounds like a date." Garret wore it well. As time passed, and their relationship deepened, they would both come to wear it even better.

The Beginning, With No End In Sight.