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“Those are some seriously magic hands you have there, birdy.”

“Well ... yes.”

Remy managed to restrain himself from being pedantic, but the crow’s smoothly scaled hands were in fact glowing. They gave off a slightly ghostly blue light as he did his work, kneading up and down the stiff surface of a bigger than his entire body. The skunk was twitching to the point of leaking a stream of juices down his massive length, throbbing but not for the attention he was receiving. If anything, the slow kneading touch the crow was giving him helped Mandalay actually calm down for a few minutes at least.

Such a monstrously huge cock required special treatment, and he was happy to have the cute little crow wizard assist him with his curiously unique medical issue, of sorts. Slowly kneading that soothing magic into that aching shaft, Remy remained the picture of focus despite the excess lewdness of the act. It was a learning opportunity for him, as well as good practice. Maintaining his concentration while he was sucking down a heady, intoxicating aura of pure, over-horny skunk musk with every single breath was exactly the kind of test of his skills he craved.

“What should I call you, anyway? Doc?” The skunk shifted where he sat, leaning back against a plentiful amount of pillows on his own bed. “You’re good at making house calls, after all. Or maybe grandmaster? Not sure how I’m supposed to talk to a wizard.”

“Oh, ah, nah. Remy is fine. I don’t need a title.” He moved a little lower, pressing his hands near the base of the skunk’s dick, just above his balls. “Think I’m almost done here. Though we’ll have to keep up the weekly treatments if you’re going to keep that thing manageable. Until I can figure out how to improve on the spell, at least.”

Just having those hands near was enough to make those nuts give a clench and a jump, pumping through the pressure even as Remy helped lessen it with his magical talents. Mandalay was still totally going to have to get off to calm down, but the crow had at least helped prevent him from getting too horny, too carried away with it again. Once the juices really started flowing, there was no telling what the skunk would do. Or who would disappear. He didn’t mention that particular part when he invited the bird over to help him out in the first place.

“Hey. So.” The skunk leaned a little closer, tipping his head to the side just so he could see the bird around his own dick. “I was thinking.”

“Well, that’s good. With your head and not [i]this[/i], I hope.” Remy gave a timid smile, immediately regretting his little joke when the skunk didn’t laugh.

“Yeah. We’ll go with that. Just thinking, with all your help, it means I can pretty much do whatever I want without worrying, right?”

“I certainly wouldn’t say [i]that[/i], exactly. Moderation and care are still going to be important ...”

“Just saying, if you wanted to slobber all over my cock now, it’s safe, right?”

The crow’s flustered response nearly had him losing feathers in the process of finding his voice again. He didn’t manage a word, choosing instead a startled [i]gwah[/i]. For all the tender rubbing and admiring he’d done of that dick, he had been holding it together ever so well.

“Are you ... asking me to?” Such a cute little croak he had when he lost control of himself.

Mandalay gave a shrug. “Invitation’s open. Not gonna force you to do anything you don’t wanna, of course.”

He gave the bird an odd wink with that. Remy immediately understood. Sure, he wasn’t going to [i]physically[/i] force him, but merely planting the suggestion was enough to get the crow all stiff and trembling when he’d been so calm moments ago. All Mandalay had to do was [i]say[/i] what he wanted, and Remy simply had no choice to comply. It was as powerful as any sort of domination spell he could have ever conjured up himself. Not that he ever would have cast such a forbidden thing in anything but the most dire of circumstances.

“... Okay.”

“Okay? That’s it?” The skunk flashed a grin. His teeth were more prominent than Remy expected. They drew the crow’s eyes for a moment, before Remy blinked it away. “And what if I just pinned you down with this monster right now? Should be pretty safe, after all that treatment. I’m not even [i]that[/i] horny.”

Of course it was a terrible idea. Remy had so many arguments against such a notion that he wasn’t even sure where to start. His hesitance was all Mandalay needed. All the skunk really needed to do was let that thing go and slap the bird right in the face with it. Remy couldn’t even call himself startled. He didn’t need to be a diviner to know that was coming. He let out a squawk nonetheless as he got weighed down to the floor, smushed and smothered under the sheer bulk of that massively oversized, engorged skunk cock, leaving him all sprawled out and helpless to do much more than squirm. At least Mandalay was right about one thing - for as stiff as it was, it could have been harder.

Remy’s first instinct was to simply teleport right out of the whole situation before he got too worked up and started playing with the kind of fire he couldn’t so easily manipulate. A few flickers of energy surrounded him, ready to be harnessed to haul his feathery ass out of there and return him somewhere he could stroke himself off safely. All it took to dispel such thoughts was the slow grind of Mandalay’s hips. Nothing the skunk did could exactly be called subtle with an endowment like that, but he started gently at least. Humping, grinding, and thoroughly marking down any exposed feathers with a distinctly musky scent was exactly the sort of thing that got Remy blushing to the point of suppressing a whimper. Mandalay remained where he was, slowly bouncing, kneeling over the thoroughly caught bird.

“So I looked it up, and the internet tells me that birds totally [i]can[/i] smell, but it’s kinda weak. So I don’t really have to worry about sweating all over you, basically.”

Remy’s position made it slightly harder to speak clearly with all that weight on his chest - which was going to make it difficult to accurately utter any spells if he felt the need, he realized, but he tried not to worry. His voice got a little croaky with how flustered he was.

“Yeah, that’s, mm, that’s true. I actually put a little charm on myself as part of my morning routine, just to enhance it a little. I like ... I like smelling.”

Of course that phrasing made Mandalay arch his brow. He leaned a little closer, speaking around his cock. Which was throbbing a little more prominently already.

“Oh yeah? And how do you feel about smelling like skunk dick?”

“Not what I - “ Remy did his best to object, but he cut himself off, knowing it was useless.

The truth was, he was already salivating. Marinating in Mandalay’s scent while he worked had already been testing his resolve. Getting it slowly rubbed into his feathers and clothes like a soothing balm was exactly the kind of thing that made him forget all about the possible risks, and slip deeper into needy, squirming horny boy mode. He felt so small compared to the skunk. Not just in body, where Mandalay had a pretty good size advantage, but the modest spire rising under his cute robe was outright unimpressive compared to the titan pressed against his chest. He could make up for it in just how damn hard he was, and so quickly too.

“Hey, um ... give me a sec. One more spell. Just a small one.”

“Mm?” Mandalay tipped his head. “I don’t mind. Do your funny little magic, bird boy.”

Part of Remy wanted to object to the teasing. His magic was anything but funny, he liked to think. And it had been helping the skunk himself out quite a bit, or so he thought. He was starting to have his doubts. Either way, he still had enough focus for a cantrip. Extending a hand, clicking his beak with a single arcane syllable, he snapped his fingers and vanished every piece of clothing he brought with him. It was far from disintegrated, but merely stored away in a little magic pocket he could draw from anytime he needed. It felt like an urgent enough situation to warrant getting naked as quickly as possible.

Of course, it meant exposing his cute cock for the skunk’s scrutiny, but Mandalay didn’t seem to notice. Maybe that was the most embarrassing part of it all. The big guy didn’t make any sign of feeling those throbbing inches rubbing on the underside of his massive, pulsing shaft. It was twitching and filling out a little more the longer he rubbed it against all those newly bare feathers. Remy did his best to keep his down smooth and shiny, which made it all the more blush-worthy when he felt himself getting all ruffled and smeared in tangible scent, marked down with the sheer essence emanating from that gigantic skunkhood. It was time to taste it for himself.

Remy started off with a short little swipe of his tongue, sampling it as if out of scholarly curiosity. One lick was enough to convince him to abandon all pretenses of modesty. He was already naked and humping a cock the size of his body, it was time to stop acting like he had some dignity to maintain. A glance up at Mandalay, and the devious expression on the skunk’s face was all the encouragement Remy needed to really go for it. Following every impulse at once, he threw his arms around that shaft, hugged it closer to his chest, and tugged to draw back the skin so he could get his beak up against that plump head as intimately as he could.

A few smooth drags of tongue along the skin there, scooping up as much flavour as he could was the sort of thing that got the subby bird positively leaking. Mandalay was doing plenty of that too, and at his size that meant he was already making a huge mess. The skunk’s precum came out in beads thick enough to audibly splat to the floor. It didn’t take long for Remy to press his face right in front of that broad, deep cockslit and take a splash for himself.

Recoiling at the immediate rush of flavours in his beak, he found himself briefly stunned, even frozen. It didn’t take him long to reboot and really dive in. Oh, that was exactly what he needed. And there was so much more to enjoy. He lapped at that cock and outright drank the juices down when they didn’t just squish into his feathers and saturate him with that thick, smelly mark. Oh, it was musky, but he loved every single drop he could get, especially knowing how much it was ruining his own pristine scent.

“Don’t get too zealous down there. Or do. Can’t really stop you either way.”

Mandalay gave a shrug, though it didn’t seem like the bird was listening. Remy didn’t slow down in the slightest, anyway. He kept lapping, kept sucking down that prejizz even when it was enough to leave him feeling heavy and overstuffed. When he pushed in eagerly enough, he ended up with his beak slightly wedged inside that cock itself. At least his pointy face was smooth and pleasant in all the ways that mattered, even slipped right into a fat cock. The welcoming [i]clench[/i] around his features did well to soak him even more in those juices he adored, as well as remind him of the stakes at play.

There was a [i]grip[/i] on that cock. It didn’t just squeeze down in the process of pumping out all those juices. Remy’s eyes went wide just as Mandalay’s went narrow, furrowed with excitement at the feeling of swallowing that crow ever so slightly. It was nothing major. Not a real commitment. Yet it was good enough to tell that bird the skunk [i]could[/i] if he wanted. Or if he just lost control of himself.

The realization was enough to make Remy all the squirmier than he already was. He wasn’t in control of himself either. Humping that cock, feeling its ominous pulses and flexes, he had to at least picture what it would have been like to go just a little deeper, to feel the squeezes totally envelop his head, his shoulders ... but it was time to pull back, with a little lick for the road. Mandalay let him go, still pounding with casual, steaming lust. Remy gave his best little beak-kiss to the top of that threatening cock, and licked up any mess still clinging to himself that was in range of his tongue. He panted a little, which just meant breathing all the more of the skunk, but every breath was one he loved.

“Should probably give this thing a break before I blow you through a wall. Or [i]something.[/i]” He put a particular emphasis on that word for whatever reason. “How about we try something else? I think you’ll like it.”

He barely even had to explain when he started swaying that tail. All that skunk fluff was exactly the sort of thing Remy wanted to feel pressed against him, or to immerse himself in. He couldn’t move until Mandalay lumbered back and took that dick off of him, leaving him matted, sprawled, and thoroughly soaked. A few coughs didn’t do much to clean his lungs, but Remy had been through worse. He slowly sat up, gave his head a few taps just to help clear it, and blinked until he felt some semblance of clarity once more. It wasn’t the kind of thing that distracted him from his goal for long.

A sway of that tail around the front, and Remy was sufficiently motivated. Up he got, wiggling over to stretch out his hands once more. This time, there was no need for spells, other than the natural magic of his careful, yet indulgent touch. He buried those scales and short talons in the mass of fluff and started stroking, groping even. It was simple admiration at first, but the skunk didn’t complain in the slightest when that horny bird slipped closer and let that immensely soft tail fur rub against his cute little cock. It didn’t take long before Remy had his arms around it, timidly humping just to savour in the softness all the more.

“Yeah, most people get like that for this thing.” Mandalay gave a chuckle, watching along with his dick casually spitting precum across the floor and against the wall. “Probably the allure of the forbidden or something like that. Hey, you wanna get even closer to this tail?”

He slowly pulled it away until a reluctant Remy relinquished his grasp. The bird sat there, his own small cock spitting generously, looking a touch disappointed. That went away when the skunk rose up, hefting his cock and heavy nuts along for the ride, and rose high enough to loom over the crow. Gazing up in the kind of awe he might have given the return of a forgotten god, parting the skies, Remy found himself unable to be anything but completely mesmerizing by the slow, dangerous descent of that big fat black donut, plump like a shiny spare tire, dripping with the sweat and scent alike that the musk-loving crow so very adored.

If Mandalay came down too fast, he probably could have crushed that poor little birdy. It didn’t matter how soft his ass was. He outsized and outweighed that delicate thing, and there Remy was without his wards up. The crow was vulnerable in every way, but neediness won over that. He didn’t offer any sort of protest as the skunk descended, engulfing him, smothering him, instantly drenching him in a head-hazing cocktail of potent musk. The bird was drenched in skunk sweat in an instant, adding more layers over his feathers with what was already there. Mandalay wasn’t subtle about grinding down on that beak either, rolling, shoving, and ultimately bouncing a little while he made a throne and a toy of that beaky face all at once.

Remy wasn’t just kissing that thick asshole, he was partly inside of it. He didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue out and give Mandalay the deepest rimjob of all, even if he felt that ominous twitching and flexing against his face. On the one hand, it was a sign of him getting that skunk dangerously aroused - exactly the kind of thing he was supposed to be preventing. There was something else, too. Those inwards contracts tugged a little more of Remy’s beak between those cheeks the more he huffed and slurped that ass, inching him ever so slightly deeper until he could feel a persistent tug on his whole head at once.

It wouldn’t have been much of a stretch for Mandalay to wrap that rim right around the entirety of a slim avian body. He didn’t lean into it, nor did he take much care to avoid it. Mostly, he was just sitting, and seeing what happened. Remy got his hands on the skunk’s hips, digging his fingers in a little, squishing, squeezing, kneading. At no point did he actually seem to try to push Mandalay off of him. It would have been futile anyway. His arms were so weak without his magic, and any chance of focusing even on a simple spell had been completely melted away by the mind-draining musk coating every single inch of his being, clinging to every single thought.

Remy was starting to wonder if he even knew how to do magic anymore. Maybe he was permanently blank, stupefied by smelly skunk and all the sweat he’d swallowed. There was always more to enjoy. He worked his tongue in and out, massaging Mandalay’s insides as deeply as he could reach. That wasn’t all that far, but the effort was satisfying enough to get that big guy leaking all over again. Remy could hear the precum flowing, gushing out over the floor, hitting the wall hard, all thanks to his eager indulgence. A little shift to squish down on that boy ever so slightly more was enough to engulf him to the cheeks, to half-swallow his entire head, only to let him [i]schlurp[/i] back out with one more good flex of that taut hole.

With a slight cough and sputter, Remy shook it off, though he wasn’t exactly getting much air between those cheeks that wasn’t all skunk ass. The scent of perspiration and general musk was ever-pleasing to him, keeping his dick trembling, but even in the haze he had to know when he was close to his limit. He gave a few little pats on Mandalay’s hip to see if the skunk would notice his plight. It took a few taps before anything happened. The skunk glanced back, still grinding his sweaty asshole all over that bird, from beak to chest, but he eventually made a mildly concerned noise.

“Hm?” He watched a little longer, feeling that bird squirm under him, pressing down on that beak to slurp it inside his rim once more and clench on it a few more times. Only then did he start to ease him, slowly raising his hips to offer a few inches of breathing room between his backside and Remy’s face. “Oh, right.”

The sight of a great, gasping, dripping mess of a crow that hardly resembled his usual pretty, mostly dignified self was enough to make Mandalay chuckle again. He waved his tail, fanning that hot air around, not cooling Remy off in the slightest. The bird panted, groaned, even wheezed a little, but his dick absolutely wasn’t getting any softer. He couldn’t come anywhere close to matching the sheer scale of the mess Mandalay was making, but he was still spurting hard enough to soak himself from belly to beak once his face was clear.

“Sure you don’t want a little more? You really seemed to be into my ass. And I mean, a lot of people are, but [i]especially[/i] you.”

Remy tapped the floor a few times, gesturing in the air as if evoking something, though it was just a matter of him trying to remember how to speak. He caught his breath eventually, though it still came in strained, horny shudders. With one finger raised, he shook his head.

“That’s all of that I can take. For now. I think.”

“Do you, though? You’re not even doing your smart babbling thing.” Mandalay offered him a grin at the same time as a helping hand. “Come on. I’ve got another idea for you. You look like you’re gonna explode, so it should help.”

Clutching the crow by the wrist, the skunk didn’t wait for a response before he dragged Remy up to at least sit. Getting that boy on his feet was a whole other endeavour, but one he was determined to attempt, even if it meant holding him up with both hands and walking him over like a puppet to stand before that gloriously engorged skunk cock once more. Remy’s feet slipped on the soaked surface of the floor a few times along the way, but Mandalay made sure he didn’t fall. Eventually, the bird managed to keep himself stable, leaning right against that cock, sprawled over it with his own snug against the tip, mindlessly humping at it while he faintly cooed and croaked his ongoing bliss.

“Hey, that’s right where I want you. Good birdy.” Mandalay was just throwing out that praise to tease a little, but it was enough to put the light back in Remy’s dulled blue eyes. “How about you fuck my cock for a bit? You can cum down it if you want. A big thing like this needs to get fed, you know?”

The skunk’s whole shaft gave a throb from top to bottom. His balls clenched and his cockslit gaped for a moment, showing off its glistening, dripping depths to the dumbly horny bird. Something tugged at the back of Remy’s mind at the offer, but the opportunity to bury himself snug and deep inside the very same cock he’d been so dutifully tending to wasn’t something even his most focused self could have resisted. In that sweat-drenched, musk-marked state, drooling and huffing away, he didn’t so much as hesitate. Grabbing himself two nice big handfuls of skunk cockhead, he tugged himself into position on wobbly legs, wiggled his hips a little, fanned his tailfeathers, and stuck his dick right where it belonged.

He wasn’t the only one who moaned about it. For as nonchalant as he was acting about the whole thing, Mandalay couldn’t help telling Remy just how good it felt to have that small crow cock sinking so smoothly into the tight, ultra-slick confines of that titan dick. Even magically soothed as it was, that cock stirred to life, jumping, twitching, and sending out enough juices to squirt around the curves of Remy’s hips, or go streaming down the boy’s short-feathered thighs, all the way down to add to the puddle squishing between his toes. Still, for all the apparent need pumping and leaking from that shaft, Mandalay was content to sit back and let the cute bird do his thing.

Even if what he was doing could hardly be called topping, Remy’s inexperience in the role of anything that wasn’t a total bottom came out then. That boy hardly even knew how to thrust. He had no rhythm, no coordination in the way he swung those cute hips to plunge his cock into the skunk’s own. It wasn’t exactly easy to balance standing in all those juices, but that wasn’t the sole cause of his sloppiness. He was already weaker, already shaking with the effort to keep going, whimpering his way to the edge of orgasm before he could stop himself.

What he lacked for stamina he made up for with sheer enthusiasm. He didn’t have to worry about hurting Mandalay. That skunk cock could take even his most desperate of pounding. It didn’t amount to much, but for the crow, it was everything. Remy plunged in and out of that clenching, milking slit, letting it hug and drain him a little more with every pump and flex. The more he worked out his own pleasure, the stiffer he felt Mandalay getting. Those balls kept pumping, kept churning and grumbling with the rising tension. It was very clear to the wizard that he was going much too far, and working that mega-dicked skunk up into what was sure to be a bothersome or even dangerous rut, but few things matter more than cumming straight down that cock in the middle of that sweaty, dripping, scent, bathing in steam, drenched to the bones in pure skunk scent.

“Ahh ... “

Remy sounded as if he had been mildly started once the pleasure peaked. Mandalay gave him a few encouraging nods, his grin widening.

“Go ahead. Cum in my nuts. Fill ‘em right up.”

The crow couldn’t even get close to actually accomplishing that, and they both knew that well. Still, he wasn’t going to let a little teasing keep him from jizzing his dazzled brains out. He was already blank, but he could still be blanker. Bottoming out until even his own balls were nestled inside that grippy cock, getting milked along with every inch he had to give, he squeaked and squirmed alike until he was shooting his load straight down that spire. It was impressive volume and distance for someone his size, though it still couldn’t even compare to the amount of precum Mandalay was putting out. He kept fucking it all down that dick until he couldn’t even thrust anymore.

Still caught in the clutches of that tight cock, Remy couldn't have pulled out if he wanted to. He remained where he was, hugging it, twitching, slipping, sinking slowly down to his knees. Mandalay followed him down until it was time to let him go. A slow [i]schlurp[/i] to really drag out every inch of stimulation left that crow croaking and whimpering too. He fluttered and waved his arms as if to simply fly away, but Remy wasn’t going to do a thing but fall back and sprawl out in all the juices, making precum angels while he wiggled. The skunk meanwhile loomed like he was going to sit on that poor exhausted boy again.

“Damn. If you were, like, three times as big I would really be into fucking you right now. Don’t suppose you have any sort of fancy spells to make that happen? It can just be your ass, doesn’t have to be the whole you.”

He shrugged noncommittally. Remy thought about it, as silly as it sounded. A simple growth spell wasn’t difficult to cast, though even that required the kind of concentration he completely lacked at that point. It took him some time to realize Mandalay was probably just joking anyway, as tempting as it was to consider the practical solutions to such a problem. Sizing down that dick was simply out of the question, for certain. Remy wouldn’t have dreamed of diminishing such a glorious thing.

Instead, he allowed himself to be scooped up once more. He was not exactly heavy, all feathery and trim like that. Mandalay easily lifted the bird in one hand, briefly carrying him just to plop him down atop the base of that shaft so Remy could ride it like a horse. The crow bucked his hips weakly, pressing his still-stiff, if sore cock to the skunk’s belly, giving a soft laugh. He wasn’t sure himself what he found so amusing. It was all such a daze, such a blissful tingle that he swore he could feel in his very feathers. He was hardly sure who he was, other than a blissful bird happily grinding back and forth atop the biggest cock he’d ever seen.

“Hmmm. That feels pretty good, yeah. Not exactly fucking, but your thighs are all nice and smooth.”

He gave a few thrusts of his own, after reaching out to clutch the crow by the hips and use him as a sleeve of sorts. Remy gripped as best he could with his legs all wrapped around the base, short feathers slipping back and forth with every stroke. That was all good for milking out even more precum, and getting a few more audible spurts splashing to the floor. Yet the more they rubbed and teased, the more the skunk began to huff and snort. Remy saw him gritting his teeth, or scrunching up his face now and then. There was a look in the skunk’s eyes a little like the crow’s own - worked up, glassy, distant - but with a whole different sort of intensity. Eventually, Mandalay just gave a big grunt while his cock harshly pounded beneath the cute bird’s butt.

“Ah man. I guess I should have seen this coming. And shouldn’t you have, too? Kind of your whole thing. Maybe this wasn’t in one of your visions or whatever. Kind of a big blind spot if you ask me.”

The bird could only cling on for the ride while the skunk waved his dick around, bringing the bird right along with a swinging cock beneath him. He felt the pulses rising and rising while he considered those words. As much as he wasn’t about to admit it, he couldn’t deny that in his many portents of the future, he [i]had[/i] seen that very evening coming. Perhaps he’d dismissed it as merely a possibility, a warning of what was to come if he wasn’t vigilant. Maybe he had overestimated himself and his ability to deal with it if it came to pass. Or maybe he just thought it was too hot to deny. Those possibilities fought for a foothold in his mind, but he remained silent as Mandalay continued.

“Anyway. This thing’s [i]famished[/i] by this point. Could probably rub out a decent cumshot just grinding on you, but I need something better, you know? I don’t wanna have it popping up again thirty minutes later. I think you’d agree it’s better to be safe.”

Mandalay might as well have been talking to himself. Remy was doing his best to listen, but it was like he never truly caught his breath after getting sat on. That orgasm was still tingling through the crow’s body and making him curl his toes with pleasure. Really, he felt indebted to the skunk for all the fun. If he could do something more to provide that pulsing monster and its owner some relief, he was all for, whatever it might have been. He thought that all the way down the slippery slide along that cock, until Mandalay picked him up under the arms, pushed his tip right against that beak, and let its gaping slit gush a great thick faceful of precum all over the crow’s silly expression. That got the bird’s mind silent for a good few seconds. It was just long enough to ensure he didn’t get a single syllable of a magic spell in before he was completely muffled.

It wasn’t immediately clear if that was necessary. Remy knew well how much the skunk loved to tease. He’d been giving the bird little glimpses of something brewing the whole time. It was only when the crow gave a little tug to tease just how tightly that cock had him that he started to clue into the danger. Mandalay didn’t just hold him there. That little bit of resistance was enough to make the skunk clamp right down and suck that feathery heady deeper, sealing a fleshy collar around Remy’s neck, squishing his face deep into the heat and juices squelching inside that proudly pounding cock. Every throb felt threatening when he had his head so tightly trapped in there, smothered by the soft walls from every side, kneaded on before the [i]gulping[/i] started.

“Mmmmf ... [i]gwah![/i]”

That muffled crow call was inaudible even to Remy himself once things really got [i]schlicking[/i]. The telltale [i]ullllp[/i] echoed all around him, drowning him in the sound while he got somehow even more drenched by all the fluids flowing around his face. He was saturated, weighed down by the deep soaking in thickly musky skunk precum. Swallowing enough to make him cough and choke left the flavour deeply printed on his tongue. The scent was brain-melting. His eyes were watering even when he shut them tight, trying so very hard to focus, to muster up even the smallest wisp of magic. All that effort was for nothing when all it took to make him go blank again was one more deep, juicy cock-gulp.

Remy’s feet briefly left the floor from the sheer force being applied to his soft body. Mandalay didn’t even appear to be doing much. He sat back, faintly rubbing the base of his shaft, giving the occasional huff of pleasure. Everything was so dangerously automatic once he started consuming someone. His dick worked all on its own to swallow Remy whole, dragging him in with every little flex, silencing his protests or his fright. Before he could get his hands up to try to shove himself back out, the crow found his arms pinned down by their sides, following the angles of his every wriggle. He curled his fingers and made one last effort to zap himself away, only to find his digits uselessly wiggling as if magic wasn’t real after all.

“Hmmmmfff ... “ Mandalay let a pleasured gasp and groan escape before he settled back down. “I was worried you might be tickly going down. Never gulped a bird until now, weirdly. Anyway, you aren’t at all. All those little feathers feel great actually. Really nice of you to keep them all smooth and shiny for me.”

He leaned back and tipped his cock skyward, lifting the crow right up until a pair of scaled feet kicked near the ceiling. Even inverted, it was still far from a freefall. That cock squished and squeezed its prey down at its own pace, kneading all around the shapes and curves of the bottom-heavy bird. Mandalay gave one more soft grunt when he hit the middle point. The crow’s hips were wider than the rest of him, and that meant a little more squeezing, a little more pressure clamping down on the bird’s still-stuff cock. That was exactly the sort of thing that got him thrashing and yelping out, cawing his way towards another uncontrollable orgasm. Slowly, smoothly grinding his way all the way down, his own shaft barely a bulge beneath the surface, Remy found himself covering himself in cum before he even fully vanished.

His cumshot was all but undetectable on the way down into those potent nuts. He felt only the pleasure as he bathed in the skunk’s inner warmth, overpowered to the point of stupefied by the musk packed into his lungs. Breathing nothing but pure spunk-scent, he gave one last faint caw before he dived down headfirst into the jizz awaiting him, still tingling all over in afterglow. The pressure on his every muscle was firm enough he could hardly so much as twitch, much less squirm. All was musk and heat, soaking through his feathers and his skin as he dunked down beneath the surface, submerged in thick skunk spunk, swallowing great throatfuls in his effort to gasp to the surface.

It took him several desperate seconds to breach and get some air, sex-tainted though it might have been. The rest of Remy’s body followed him down with a few more gulps and squeezes, leaving him slopping about in Mandalay’s half-full balls. He splashed and struggled just to right himself, even if it meant giving himself a very thorough glazing of pure, fresh cum in the process. Panting out jizz-scented steam, curling up with his knees against his chest, Remy finally managed to make sense of what was happening at least for a few seconds. Marinating in the richness all around him, somewhere well beyond just raunchy, curling his toes just to deal with the musk invading him, Remy found himself regretting that simple little smell-enhancing charm he put on himself that morning. It was too late to dispel it.

Instead, he could only moan and choke on the tangible skunkiness simmering all around his body. He was immersed to his chest, but he managed to keep his head above the surface at least. His cock wouldn’t soften. No matter how dire the circumstances, he couldn’t lessen his excitement when he swallowed that much musk with every breath. The will to struggle was there, but his body was just so weak with his senses so effectively dulled.

“Problem with getting carried away like this is I couldn’t even get you out of there if I wanted to. Not that I want to. You know how it is.” Mandalay gave a few fond pats to the approximate position of Remy’s head. “These things really want you. Wonder if I’ll jizz out magic when I’m done churning you?”

It took a solid [i]clench[/i] to get that bird squirming again. The feeble motions were hardly struggles, even if Remy wanted them to be. He managed to push out on the walls and kick a little, at best. Moving against that much spunk proved exhausting in a matter of seconds. It didn’t matter either way. He couldn’t move at all when those nuts pulled up tight around him, testing him, outlining him. Mandalay poked and teased at the silhouette of a very trapped bird bulging in his balls, toying with that subtle shape of a stiff crow cock. Remy whimpered in response, especially as the strain built and built, a long, almost rubbery [i]scrnunnnnch[/i] sounding out around him.

Mandalay’s nuts tightened up around their prey all on their own. The skunk wasn’t in control, but he certainly wasn’t going to try to rescue that hapless bird tucked away inside him. He was already leaking even more precum. Remy couldn’t hear it over the steady [i]glurrrrrn[/i]. His body managed to endure under all that pressure, but he wasn’t going to last through many more of those. When those balls relaxed and slumped back down with a slosh, the crow dropped with them to splay himself out as much as he could and do his best to recover. Panting, shuddering, and somehow still lustfully twitching through it all, he couldn’t even properly panic. He must have known how doomed he was to be a jizzstain by then anyway.

“I’ll try not to make this take too long. Wouldn’t want you passing out on me or whatever.”

The skunk’s voice resonated through his body in such curious ways that some small part of Remy’s mind wanted to study, in other circumstances. Instead, he found himself crying out in a tiny, girlish voice when he felt the pressure building again. This time, something sank inwards that shouldn’t have moved that way. Remy was reshaping to fit better in those balls, smoothing over and rounding out all around the edges. It all made him feel even weaker, even more pathetically helpless. He couldn’t even caw anymore. It just came out as gurgles all throughout the extended clench, squishing him down a little more and more the longer he got juiced.

Even when those balls relented and Remy slumped back down again, he found himself struggling to keep his head up. It was so warm, so oddly cozy in there all curled up like that. The temptation to simply succumb to what was surely inevitable and steal a few last moments of comfort before he was nutslop for a horny skunk was a powerful one, he had to admit to himself. Yet there remained some trace of his survival instinct, buried away in his diminished brain, submerged in all his musk-drenched thoughts. He gave a few more little kicks for ceremony’s sake more than anything, unable to even move that cream around anymore for how thick it was getting.

Remy spent a few minutes anticipating the next big clench, but the time in between was just as destructive. He all but boiled in there, simmering away and slow cooking in the bubbling spunk. It rose up to his neck the more he softened, threatening to overtake him and keep him from getting what little air he still could. There was panic there in his weakened muscles, for certain. There was also the acceptance of being so totally unable to do anything about it. Everything was so hot, so noisy. He kept his eyes shut tight and his beak sealed as best he could but for the occasional gasp, just in time to sink beneath the surface as those balls tightened with a rumbling, churning groan, mashing him down under the pressure a little more, a little harder, a little harsher.

There was a lump there in the centre of Mandalay’s balls. He smacked at it a few times, huffing, grunting, sometimes almost sounding like he was going to break from his nonchalance and outright snarl. Could skunks even do that? A trace of Remy’s mind wandered. That curiosity couldn’t be fully silenced. At least not until his softened, gooey cum-body started to scrunch down under all that horny force. What was solid got smoothly squished and absorbed until there wasn’t much left to call a bird. Maybe something still twitched, but it was hard to say if Remy was still alive anymore. Some moaning, steaming, slopping self-strokes on Mandalay’s part kept the churning going until all those solid shapes got melted down, forged and processed into enough spunk to pack even those big fat nuts a little tighter.

With a set of balls all smooth and taut with the load jostling around inside them, it was finally time for Mandalay to give into the exact thing Remy was supposed to have been helping him avoid. He stood right up so he could swing his hips and fuck his hands, splashing prespunk on the floor, walls, and ceiling with every stroke. Sweat flung off his body in every direction with his manic, nut-swinging humps, pumping away in desperate need of release. His balls were sloshing and squeezing down tighter and tighter, leaving him shooting his pre, drooling with pleasure, moaning as loudly as he wanted. His knees buckled briefly, but he wasn’t about to let himself collapse in the big moment.

“Ohhhhhhh [i]fuck[/i] good birdy ... !”

At least the skunk remembered to praise Remy in the moment of triumph. His cock surged, veins bulging, head pulsing, balls working up and down at rapid speed just to milk out all that skunk jizz that used to be a pretty crow. Mandalay swore it glowed a little when it splatted against the wall, firing from his cock like a cannon, leaving him recoiling from the sheer power of that release. Dense, immensely scented skunk jizz painted every single inch of Mandalay’s surroundings. It was a constant flow, a gushing hose that left Mandalay bracing himself with his hands on his hips, witnessing that enormous erupting flooding the room.

His cum was already running under the door and into the hall before he was done. He didn’t have to stroke anymore. His balls milked out all that melted down crow-made cum all on their own. They were slowly shrinking as he let off that weight, glistening and steaming with perspiration that flung about with every upwards pump. Clenching out an orgasm that rolled on until it could be measured in minutes was the kind of thing that got the skunk’s eyes rolling back. He stood with a dazed expression much like the one his prey was wearing before getting all churned up and fired against the wall, caught up in the kind of ecstasy that kept anything else from mattering. Not even divine intervention could have made that skunk stop jizzing out what remained of his feathery friend.

If he squinted, Mandalay might have even spotted a few of those silky black feathers floating around in the river of spunk he made out of Remy. There was that faint flicker of light too. His cock took forever to soften even once he was ankle-deep in his own seed and dry-firing a little longer. He had to make sure every single drop was drained from his balls before he could finally relax. It was tempting to pitch over and take a cum bath, but he managed to stay standing long enough to catch his breath and speak.

“Well. I guess that’s one way of helping me out,” he finally said, with an indifferent shrug at the crow wizard’s ultra-messy fate.

When he could think again, he raised his hands in an imitation of a pose he’d seen the crow making. He wasn’t sure where to go from there. A few quick gestures and wiggles of his fingers failed to produce any sort of spark. He shrugged again.

“Ah well. Looks like I melted all your magic along with the rest of you. Was sort of hoping I’d get some powers out of the whole deal. Would make dealing with this thing a lot easier without you. Guess I’ll just have to figure out another way. Or not.”

Sloshing, nearly wading from the ruined room, he left that spunk to stain the scenery, still steaming with his scent in the aftermath. There were probably more wizards out there somewhere, and they probably wanted to cast spells on his giant dick too. Maybe he wouldn’t even eat the next one. There was always a chance, he figured.