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Crane's tail twitched nervously as he wandered through the wilderness. Cresting a hill, he paused and looked back. Tipping his hat backwards to get a better look at his surroundings. Yep, he was in the middle of nowhere alright. Out here, nowhere with no one that knew where he was going.

"This is a terrible idea," he muttered to himself, bill chattering ever so slightly. But at the same time, what was he supposed to do? Just ignore the letter that he'd found on his bed?

At first he'd thought that the letter might have been from a secret admirer. The others had gotten some of those letters. Monkey had a stash of letters in his room. Viper had a stack of, he hesitated to call them letters, especially since they contained sketches showing off what her admirer wanted. She seemed flatter by the idea of 'being used as a living cock sleeve' as she put it. Mantis didn't have as many letters, but he did sometimes get articles of clothing. Hell, even Tigress had gotten her fair share. Though she readily burned what she did receive. She'd even taken the couple letters Po had gotten and burned those too.

Except this wasn't a fan letter. He'd thought it had been one at first. The paper it was on was expensive. His name written in the most beautiful calligraphy he'd ever seen. Oh he'd been so thrilled that he nearly called everyone in to read it. Good thing he hadn't. No sooner did he unfold the paper and lift to see if he could smell any perfume than a single feather fell out.

Part of a peacock tail. Snowy white feathers with vibrant red and black markings.

Right then and there in the sanctuary of his bedroom, mere weeks after facing down the mad peacock ruler he found himself with a question. Did Lord Shen have a sister?

A question that was readily answered by just reading the letter."Reports of my demise at the hands of that... panda,"_wow, he could hear the venomous ire dripping from the text; _"are greatly exaggerated. While he did ruin my plans and scattered my troops to the winds, I survived. I wish to speak with you, Master Crane. No tricks, no weapons, I just wish to talk. Come alone to this place, I'm certain you know where it is. Show up with any of your compatriots and I will vanish. I am alone, is only proper that you are as well." The better part of the page was dominated by a water color of a landscape Crane did indeed recognize.

With a last look back in the direction of the Jade Palace, Crane pulled the letter from his hat and checked the drawing against his surroundings. It wasn't hard to line everything up. Feathers mantling as the realization dawned that Shen must have stood here as he painted this. A chill racing through him as the further realization came that he was utterly alone.

Crane was just putting the letter away when something caught his eye. The briefest flash of white and red. The barest hint of those stark colors, bright against the lush greens. "Shen?" he called out. "Lord Shen?"

Nothing.

The crane took a deep breath to steady himself, took a long look at his surroundings. His friends were back at the Jade Palace, convinced that he was going out for a flight. "I'm alone, just like you asked." His stride was quick, but careful. Always ready to take flight should a trap be sprung. The fight with Crane had taught him just how tricky and smart the peacock could be. He had designed a fleet of those kung fu killer weapons. Though Po had destroyed them in the fight. So unless Shen had somehow made another in the last couple weeks it should be fine.

He hoped.

Crane took his time approaching where he'd seen the flash of peacock. Rings and jewelry chiming slightly as he rounded a large boulder. There, tucked between several moss-covered rocks was a shack. A shack that had clearly seen better days. The roof was missing several tiles, painted walls had faded and chipped, and more than a few gaps were showing in between the planks. While the windows were tightly shuttered, the shutters themselves hung askew.

No sooner did he see the building than he saw another flash of white from inside. The door creaking open slightly. Interior of the shack dark, save for a soft glow from a fire. Still exercising every ounce of caution that he could given the situation. "Shen?" his voice lifted slowly, "I came alone." Another slow step, up onto the porch and that much closer to the door. "No tricks, no weapons, just the two of us. What did you want to talk about?"

A voice croaked from inside the shack, "That's Lord Shen." The peacock's voice sounded weak and weary, but still had the same haughty, aggravated tone. "And I know you're alone, I've been watching you as soon as you came into the valley." A heavy sigh, "Come in, no tricks, no weapons." Something within the shack creaked, "I have a some tea on."

Wary despite the assurances, Crane eased the door open and poked his head into the darkened building. And the interior was about as simple as the exterior. A single room, fire pit in the center, a crude bed in the corner, bare rafters, and a single occupant.

As run down as the shack was, Shen looked that much worse. Once fine silken robes had been ripped and stained. A rough wooden splint wrapped about one of his wings, his arm up in a sling. Bandages, stained with old blood and dirt were wrapped about the male. They wrapped about parts of his exposed chest, neck, and covered one of his eyes. Several of his tail feathers were ruined and broken, some of the broken tips likely the source of the one that accompanied his letter. All told, Shen looked about as pitiful as he could be.

"Welcome to my domain," he greeted Crane with a wave. "Not as mighty as the Tower of the Sacred Flame, but it keeps the rain off me." His head hung slightly as he limped towards a metal kettle that had seen better days. "Mostly. It leaks when the rain's a little hard and the wind tends to come through the walls..." his feathers lay flatter as his head sunk, voice starting to quiver, "And it's dark..."

Crane hesitated at the door. If he hadn't known Shen from before, he would've been in the building in an instant, ready to help. Even now, he wanted to rush in and aide in any way he could. "You could open the shutters."

"The what?"

He pointed at a window, "The shutters." Keeping an eye on the peacock, he sidled along a wall until he could flip a latch. The shutters popping open and swinging as the hinges threatened to simply give way. Shen winced against the light that came through, "See?" He moved to open another window. "That's better."

Shen looked at him with an incredulous expression. "They open?" He blinked, his one visible eye starting to well with tears, "Of course they do." Shen turned and wiped his eye as discreetly as he could, "I just... didn't want to have someone spying on me so had kept them closed." The lie hardly that, and Shen knew it from how he drooped. Feathers lay flat as he nudged the kettle, "Please, have a seat. Help yourself to something to eat." There was a bamboo steamer on the table, lid tightly shut. Crane eased over and lifted the lid. They were cold, but cold dumplings weren't the worst thing in the world.

The peacock saw the way he was looking at the steamer, "I got that back in town when I delivered the letter. They're... passable." Even with several feet between them, Crane could hear a little grumble from the peacock's stomach.

Wary though he was, Crane found himself starting to pity this once mighty lord. Sure, his situation was entirely his fault, but it was still gut-wrenching to see. "Have you tried warming them up?" He saw the sidelong look Shen gave him, utter confusion shining in that one eye of his. Crane feeling a flutter in his gut as he realize just how strangely lovely the peacock's red eye was. "Just..." popping the lid back on, he started to move to the fire pit. Hesitating as he realized how close he'd be moving to Shen. Seeing his reservation, the peacock backed up slowly. Giving Crane more than enough room to sweep in. Planting the steamer on the grate. Adding just a splash of water. Fire dimming, but releasing a plume of steam up into the container. "It'll take a few minutes but they'll be better."

A strange look crossed Shen's features. The peacock's head dipping ever so slightly as he looked from Crane to the steamer then away. A very quiet, "Thank you," slipping from him. Feathers and tail drooping as the once-proud lord angled his head ever so slightly. "Cou... could you..." His shoulders sank and he barely whispered, "I don't know how to make tea."

Crane drew back a little, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Realization began to dawn on just how helpless the fallen lord had to be. Even in his exile he'd had people to do everything for him. Bring him meals, fix his tea, even tend to what aches and pains he might have had.

"Do you have any?" Shen refused to look at him, but gestured towards a battered box. Crane recognized the design on the tin, it was from one of the shops around the Jade Palace, though it looked like the tin might have been thrown out. And the tea inside looked a bit old. Smelled a bit odd, but he had brewed far worse. His mind dancing back to his time as a janitor and some of what he had to endure there.

Rather than ask about just where the peacock got it, Crane readily dishes out the leaves before adding some water. "It'll take a few minutes to steep." He looked towards Shen, the peacock still facing away from him. Sliding down, he perched on one of the two stools. Teetering a bit as it rocked under his even light weight. "So, why did you want me to come out here?" Crane braced his forearms on the table and leaned forward, "I seem to remember that just a few weeks ago you were trying to kill us."

Feathers bristled as Shen turned to face him, eye wide and wild. "I wasn't trying to kill you! I could've cared less about you and the others, it was that panda that stood in the way of my great destiny! He... He..." Shen's rage burned out almost as fast as it started. The peacock stumbling the few steps to the table. Leg giving out before he reached the table. A strained call coming from him as he stumbled, nearly slamming his head off the table. Crane was on his feet, ready to catch the male or defend himself, he wasn't sure which. Shen just barely caught himself, arms shaking as he clung to table and stool. Expression twisted into one of raw pain as he drew his leg under him.

Shen drew himself onto the stool slowly and uttered, "For the first time in my life, I am alone. I..." he trailed off as he managed to draw himself fully onto the stool. "I wanted someone to talk to." Feathered fingers linked and parted nervously, "A part of me had thought that perhaps we might have some common ground since we are both avians."

Rather than join the peacock at the table, Crane moved to retrieve the steamer. Keeping just out of the peacock's reach as he circled the table. "So you thought birds of a feather all is forgiven?"

Shen's head hung, "I thought it would be a start." The once proud peacock seemed to sink into himself. "I never felt entirely comfortable with other races. Wolves, gorillas, sheep," he waved his hand, "More at at ease with other avians." His voice cracked ever so slightly, "Though I didn't have a great deal of experience with other birds. Most avoided and my own parents..." Shoulders shook as the peacock continued to crumple. "I... what else could I do?" He extended his hands slightly, staring down at his own hands. "Get told over and over about how great you are, how much you can accomplish, and then when you start to look down a path people don't like." He looked away slowly, "I don't expect you to understand what it's like, to be shunned by your own parents."

Crane quietly set a cup of tea before the peacock. A wavering smile crossing his features, "I can't tell my own mother that I am a martial artists." He laughed quietly, "She has a faint heart and started to get little attacks every time I mention it." Rubbing his head, Crane looked away as well, "Not as bad as Exile, but..."

"A mother's guilt can be pretty crushing. You hide who you are from her, I committed genocide." Shen uttered a short laugh as a tear trickled down his cheek, "Same thing, far as parents are concerned."

The absurdity of it brought a quick laugh from Crane. It bubbled up unbidden, boiling over into a louder cawing laugh. Shen looking at him with an expression surprise before he started to laugh as well. The two avians leaning against the table as they giggled and guffawed with each other.

Shen wiped at his cheek with a wing, "I... I can't remember the last time I laughed that hard." He coughed, trying to calm himself. Exploding into deeper, heavier coughing as his eye squeezed shut. Crane hopping up fill a cracked mug with some water, offering it to the peacock. His hand falling to Shen's back without thinking, stroking gently as the peacock coughed and sipped at the cool water. "Sorry, just..."

Crane let his hand roam over the peacock's back, "Hey, it's alright." He put on his best smile and tipped his hat back a little. "Just have to take things a little slower."

His eyes widened a little as Shen leaned back into him. The peacock's body trembling slightly as a very quiet sigh whispered from his beak. It was so quiet that Crane wondered if he imagined it. Though he let Shen stay against him for a moment. Resting his wing on the other male's shoulder and petting gently. Shen turned his head ever so slightly and nuzzled into Crane's chest, "So what next?" He looked towards the wall, but stayed against Crane's chest. "I mean, it's all well and good to laugh, but... I still tried to kill you, kill your friends, and everyone else that I hurt..." A choked sound came from him, "My ancestral home..." the peacock whispered.

Words of great wisdom came from Oogway's memory, "We start with tea." Crane leaned over the peacock and poured two mugs. "And the dumplings should be warm by now." He gave the shoulder a gentle stroke, "And after that... no one is beyond change."

There was another one of those sighs, louder this time. "Tea sounds good about now." Shen continued to lay against him for a moment more before sitting up. Crane letting his hand linger on the other male's shoulder. He found himself wondering about Shen's past. What had the peacock been through? Not just in the last couple weeks, but over his entire life? What pressures had been put on him to drive him to such a state? He found his mind wandering back to Tai Lung and how Shifu blamed himself for pushing his prized student to the extent he had. Could something similar have pushed Shen to the point of thinking that wiping out Po's people was his only option?

Shen gripped the mug and watched as Crane collected the dumplings and placed them on the table. "Have at it," he pulled off the lid, releasing the smell of warm meat and vegetables. "And never mind the manners, it's just the two of us." Crane gave an exaggerated wink, "After living with Po for some time now, I'm sure even at your most wild, you'll make less of a mess."

The former lordoffered another wavering smile, "Be rude of me to eat and not offer to share." Even having said that, he reached for one of the dumplings.

"In a little while, I ate before I left. Though I'll be happy to have some tea." Shen had taken a sip of it, and they were drinking from the same pot. So unless the peacock was using some sort of crane-specific poison, then he should be safe.

Though the tea did taste a bit off.

Shen offered an embarrassed look, "it might be a little old..." He took a sip of the tea himself and cleared his throat, "Yeah... though it reminds me of some tea I'd found when I was younger." A dry laugh, "Was only a few years old and wanted to treat my parents. So I had the servants help me prepare them some breakfast in bed. Including this tea I'd found on a high shelf. Must have been stored there for years."

"It's not bad, I've certainly had worse." He offered a smile and leaned forward to tell the peacock about the time he'd spent as a janitor. Shen responding with stories about his time in exile. Eye growing wistful when he eventually began to talk of home. Though he spent a great deal of time just listening to Crane. Nibbling at food and sipping on the tea. All while Crane sipped at the tea and wove stories.

Odd as it might sound, the more of the old tea he drank, the better it was. He found himself refilling his mug a few times.

They did have to take a break as the sky began to darken. Distant thunder driving Crane to shutter the windows as wind whipped about the shack. Yanking the windows down as the wind caught and threatened to rip the shutters from his grasp. He had to physically hammer the locking bar down to keep them from rattling too much. He managed to get it mere moments before rain started to pound down on the roof. "Was clear earlier," he muttered almost to himself.

Shen rolled his shoulders, "I was expecting some rain. Family was rather good at telling the weather." He nodded upwards. Crane following his gesture to see a variety of pots and buckets in the rafters. All seated under spots where the roof quickly began to leak and drip. "Remember how I said it kept the rain off my head? Mostly does that."

What he didn't readily notice was how he and Shen had moved closer. Not until he felt the peacock's feathers brush against his hand. A little smile crossing the peacock's face when Crane locked eyes with him. Crane hesitated and offered a smile in return, gently gripping the peacock's hand and squeezing. A small gesture, but one that filled his chest with a light warmth. Warmth which continued to spread through him as Shen's shoulder brushed his.

Crane's storytelling trailed off as he turned, beak nearly touching Shen's. Body humming now with a strange warmth, a stirring need he hadn't felt in some time. Feathers bristling ever so slightly as he leaned and tapped his bill to Shen's.

Just that gentle clatter. A brief kiss. Shen's eye widening in surprise, then softening as the peacock leaned into him. Bill sliding against Cranes as the peacock voiced a whimpering moan.

While he was no stranger to kissing and touching, it had been a while since he'd shared any sort of physical affection with another bird. The softness of feathers against one another. Shen's angular tongue against his own, wrestling as the pair drew each other closer. Long legs rubbing together as their moans grew louder. Warmth exploding through Crane's form as he shuddered.

Shen's touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure racing through him as the peacock arched towards him. Robe starting to slide back to reveal his torso. Bandaged, but still firm with muscle. His wings exploring under that robe and easing it back. All while presenting his own bare chest to his partner. Which Shen was more than happy to return the strokes. Gently ruffling Crane's feathers and feeling at his build. All while their eyes closed in bliss, savoring the closeness.

Distracted as he was, he didn't notice as Shen's hands dropped to his belt. Not right away at least. It wasn't until the peacock's hands were sliding through his blue training pants that the crane took notice. Even then, it was only to roll his hips to try and help the male remove what clothing he did have on.

At which time he was reminded of how wobbly the stool was.

The kiss broke with a yelp, Crane tumbling back to lay on the wood floor, pants about his knees, and tapered red cock standing proud from his groin. Shen catching himself on the edge of the table, but his open robe revealing his own growing excitement as he stared down at his partner. "Are you alright?" his attention jumping from Crane's face to the male's raging erection.

Crane laughed, "Just bruised my ego." Still laying on the ground, he looked up at his partner. Rear resting against the stool, leaving his rump exposed fully. Cloaca and cock on full display mere inches from Shen's face. Red length twitching with excitement as the peacock kneaded his thigh.

Licking his beak slowly, "Heavens, you are more handsome than I'd imagined. Ca... may I?" He nodded at the cock.

What was he doing? It'd been bad enough coming out here by himself, but then to sit and have tea with someone who had been his enemy? And now to get into this situation? Well, he had come this far so why should he stop now? "Be my guest."

Shen dove in with more fervor than he'd shown for the dumpling. Tongue darting out to rub over Crane's vent. Drawing a moan from the master as the peacock's tongue trailed over the wide base of his cock. Gently kneading the crane's thighs as his tongue trailed up. Dancing back and forth across the male's underside. Following the pulsing veins and up to circle about the tip before darting back down. Crane arching with a gasp as Shen's tongue circled his vent and pressed in. Probing his slick cloaca ever so gently. Flesh stretched tight against his cock, but the peacock managed to tease his vent before pulling away.

The peacock contorted himself a little, bringing his taloned foot up to grasp the cock. Squeezing it and stroking as he craned his head around. Licking over the martial artist's underside and up to his tip. Guiding the tip of Crane's length into his beak as he hummed gently. Eye narrowing as male's flavor spread across his tongue. That delicious pre filling his senses. Bobbing his head steadily to draw more into his waiting mouth. Crane breathed out a moan, arching as his member twitched against the eager attention.

Before his cock could start to tremble too much, Shen shifted again. Foot sliding down to rest lightly against Crane's shoulder. "Have you ever..." Shen asked as he shifted further, bringing his other leg around and down. Both males shivering as their cocks pressed against one another. Curved, tapered lengths almost curling about each other as the peacock ground his base into the crane's. Shivering as their cloaca ground together, "Seems we're similar size," Shen trilled as he brushed the cocks with feathered fingers.

Positioned as he was, ass up and head down, Crane could only croon with pleasure. The well-trained fighter almost helpless, watching as precum gathered on either tip and spilled down onto his beak. "W-with another male?" he shivered as Shen's feathered fingers teased both cocks. "Not another avian..." and it had been a while since he'd experimented with any of the other Five. Tigress had put a stop to that.

Another drop of precum spilled as he answered. The rich flavor, somewhere between salty and sweet, exploded across his tongue. Crane's bill chattering as he leaned forward to lick over the two cocks.

Shen arched towards the attention with a pleasured noise, "Then allow me to be your first." Hips rolled smoothly as the peacock shifted. Toes curling against Crane's shoulder as he watched his partner lick the two cocks. "I havenearly been with a few, but never further than this. And none" he cleared his throat, "as lovely as you. If I may be so bold."

Crane looked up at him, surprised at the admission. The peacock's member sliding into his open bill as the male shifted further forward. He fully expected Shen to be the one to line up, his cloaca clenching in memory of when Monkey had tried it. An impossible task while he was erect. What he did not expect was for the peacock to gently stroke his head, drawing him closer.

A deep moan rolling up Crane's throat as Shen's precum flowed across his tongue. The peacock arching towards him with a pleased huff. Grinding his cock and feathered rear on the male's cock. Drawing deep shivers from the prone Crane as he was teased. Shen's wind dropping to curl about his own member, stroking it faster now. Deep, chesty moans starting to heave from the peacock as he watched his partner with narrowed eyes. Hips rolling and pressing playfully as he worked himself up quickly.

It was only a matter of moments before Shen arched with a throaty call. His rich, royal seed spraying across Crane's bill and flowing down his tongue. A tongue which eagerly danced over the cock. Making the peacock jump and gasp. His cock slipping from Crane's bill. Shen's warm, thick seed spraying over his face and neck, coating his plumage and weighing it down.

Shen shivered over him, lightly stroking his own cock to draw out the last of his climax. Rolling his head, he peered down at his partner and blushed. "Sorry, didn't mean to make a mess, Lovely." He flashed a reserved smile and shivered as Crane licked over his cock.

"It's okay," the master smiled, nuzzling the underside of Shen's length. "What do you have in mind next?"

Feathers ruffled, "Rather simple really." He pushed at his own cock, urging the spent length back into his vent, "I just needed to take the edge off before I could move on to savoring your..." he shivered as the cock retreated fully, "affection."

Hips shifted ever so slightly, grinding that slick vent against Crane's still raging erection. A quiet, playful croon coming from the peacock. Shen's toes curling into the crane's chest feathers as he presented himself proudly. Spine arching as both hands fell to Crane's legs. Holding to them as he voiced his own warble. Massaging the male's raging member with his vent. Sliding slick flesh over the hard, pulsing flesh. The slow, deliberate tease making Crane's eyes roll as he breathed a groan of his own.

Mere seconds before he thought he'd go mad with excitement, Shen's form shifted. A swift, decisive lift of his hips planting the sharply tapered tip of his cock firmly against Shen's cloaca.

Both males took a breath and held it as the peacock eased himself down. Tight walls clamping about the invading length. Entry aided by precum and Shen's own seed. Crane arching up into the warmth as Shen tightened his hold on the crane's legs. Eye narrowing as a throaty groan lifted from the male. Driving himself down a fraction of an inch at a time. "So..." he gasped, "big..." Head ducking as he started to rock his hips. Sliding himself up then back down, drawing ever closer to Crane's base.

Crane arched with a huff, gripping Shen's legs and stroking them. Eyes locked on the male's body as he sank deeper. Muscles clenching and trembling around the cock as his passage was stretched by the avian's length. Shen gripping Crane's legs tighter as he began to slide his form faster. Deep, throaty moans coming from both males as he trembled.

Pressure built within Shen's body as the male grew aroused again. His cock pressing against Crane's as the peafowl rode him. Low whines starting to build within Shen's chest as his motions grew faster. Eye narrowed with excitement and beak hanging open.

Shoulders pressed to the ground as Crane rocked his hips up into his partner's. Deep moans driving from him as their bodies sank closer to each other. Crane's eyes narrowing as his bill hung open. His own cock starting to throb within his partner. Watching with rapt interest as Shen's body started to quake. Arousal and excitement combating weakness from his injuries. Worry started to build even as he felt his orgasm growing. Form lifting to try and support Shen.

Legs buckled, Shen dropping to perch fully on Crane. Eye shooting wide as he arched with a warbling cry. Insides clamping around the cock as he peaked. His length jumping against Crane's member as cum spilled from his vent. Staining feathers and drooling down over Crane's belly. The master groaning at the warmth that surrounded his length. Eyes narrowed with bliss, his own manhood twitching at the strange feel of his partner's insides.

Shen crouched atop him, battered body trembling, robe having long since fallen from his shoulders. Bandages starting to come loose as well, the male trying to catch his breath. Crane groaned under him, pinned to the floor with his cock buried up to the root in Shen's vent. He wanted to shift and start to pound, to take his turn and seed his partner. Only years of discipline and respect kept him on the floor, waiting for Shen to recover.

A quiet churr came from Crane as he reached up, rubbing Shen's lovely legs. Watching the pale peacock over him, trembling and cock twitching as he rode out his climax. Crane's length throbbing eagerly within the rump, "Do you want to move to the table?" He gestured to the pallet, "Or maybe the bed?"

"Why when I've got you right where I want you?"

Bandages slipped from his head, revealing both of the peacock's red eyes. A smug smirk plastered on his features as he gazed down at the prone martial artist. He moved swiftly, drawing a metal pole from under the table. Crane's eyes started to widen and body tense. Shen's toes curling tighter into his shoulder feathers. The bar whistling as it came out in a flash, chains rattling ominously. Crane's eyes dancing from the heavy cuffs to his partner and back, disbelief slowing him.

And that hesitation was all Shen needed. One cuff cracking off Crane's leg and getting secured with a twist. The leather-wrapped metal shackle clicking into place. Shen twisted his hips on the male, reaching for the free leg so it could be secured as well. Crane grinding his beak as that tight cloaca twisted about his cock. Body arching off the ground, wings flaring as wide as he could manage.

Heaving his wings forward, he buffeted the peacock with a burst of wind. Shen cursing as he was driven back and up. Crane winced as the peacock's tight grip ripped several feathers from his shoulders. Pushing the pain aside, he twisted and kicked the stool away. Shen yelping again as he tumbled back, catching himself and twisting free. Both males gasping as Crane's raging erection was ripped free of the tight pucker. Vent gaping and twitching for several seconds as the pair scrambled to their feet.

"You tricked me!" Crane hissed, trying to gain some distance. Though his usually light footwork was rendered awkward as the bar spun and clattered over the wooden floor. "Lied to me!" His feathers bristling as anger began to boil up. Oogway's soft words and Shifu's training making him tamp that down. No time to be angry, he could allow that after the fight.

Shen loosenedthe bandages on his body, revealing the peacock's form in all its glory. "Tricked? Certainly a little bit." Off came the splint as well, freeing his arm.. "Lie? You wound me, Crane. I haven't said a single lie to you this evening. Well," he hesitated, "Perhaps the 'no tricks' is bordering on a lie. No, I'll own up to that one. One blanket lie." He let the linen slide between his fingers, resting lightly in his grip as he extended his other hand. "I do think you are one of the most handsome, desirable people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting." His expression softened, "Come, be my lover and we can change the world."

Crane wanted to relax again, the peacock's expression shifting towards vulnerable again. He found himself thinking back to mere moments ago. With just how relaxed he'd been, that sparkle as Shen smiled and laughed. The warmth that had flowed through him as they touched. How his bill still tingled from their kiss. "Let me walk out that door." Crane nodded at the doorway over Shen's shoulder, "I'll walk out and we can meet again. Work our way back to that if fate should allow."

"So you can gather the others? Warn the council that I live? I can't let you do that."

Crane's weight shifted, "Thought not."

He assessed the situation in an instant. Shen was between him and the door, but they were both unarmed and naked. His leg was weighed down by that heavy pole. While he could perhaps use it as a weapon, it would slow his kicks. While the rafters were open, the building itself was not that tall, so he couldn't readily rely on his flight. He himself had shuttered and locked the windows, which cut off that escape route. Meaning his only choice was to go through Shen.

Judging from the glint in the peacock's eye he knew this. The barest hint of a smile crossing his features. Head angling ever so slightly as if waiting for Crane to make the first move.

Crane gathered himself in an instant and snapped a kick at the peacock. Shen ducked, hand flicking out to grab the bird's hanging erection. A yelp sounding from Master Crane as he was suddenly reminded of his still-raging cock. Dancing back the very instant that Shen's feathers brushed his length. His usual fluid, graceful movements hampered as he nearly tripped over the rod affixed to his leg.

Easy as could be, Shen reset his stance with a hum. Lifting his wing to show off the precum that glistened there. Holding Crane's gaze, he licked his feathers clean, "Delicious. Are you sure you don't want to become my lover? Be much less hassle."

Rather than engage in a war of words, Crane launched himself forward. Not at Shen this time, but aiming to dart around the table. Wings beating at the air as he swung wide, letting the rod draw his feet out and around. Twisting to keep his vulnerable underside away from the peacock. All while taking advantage of his longer neck to keep his focus on the smirking male.

As quick as he was, Shen was that much faster. Grip tightening on the bandages that hung loose about his form. Body dipping as his hand lashed out. A weight hidden within the folds screaming towards Crane, pulling a tail of the linen.

He recognized the classic meteor hammer and twisted to dodge out of the way. Wings beating the small weight away, hearing it crack off the wood rafter. Shen's expression calm as he jerked, the weighted cord wrapping about Crane's body. His eyes widened as the weight sailed right towards his exposed privates.

Crane dove to the ground to avoid it. Feet going into a wider stance as the weight sailed wide. He winced as the rod jerked his foot to the side, nearly throwing him to the ground. Shen stepped in, pulling back at the bandage-weapon. He was skilled with it and that worried Crane. Though the weapon did have a weakness. Without the cord to swing, it was just a useless weight. So he grabbed the bandage as it sailed past and tucked it against his side, lashing out with another kick.

Forgetting completely about his vulnerability. One which Shen was keenly aware of. The peacock ducked and dove, his tail fanning to block Crane's vision for just an instant. Bandage lashing out to snap off that exposed cock. Drawing a yelp from the male as he jumped, lost his footing, and tumbled back.

Shen was atop him in an instant, grabbing that free leg and twisting his entire form about. Tail once again blocking Crane's view. He tried to hop up, but was driven back with a hard kick to his chest. Wheezing as Shen drove him to the ground. The peacock dancing about him, grabbing that pole and swinging it up and about, securing the cuff to his other leg. He twisted to smirk down at Crane, those toes of his closing about the male's cock and squeezing. Drawing a heavy gasp from the martial arts master as his length was squeezed. His entire body launching upwards to throw the devious bird off.

The peacock darted into the air and landed gracefully, pulling his linen weapon taut with a smirk. No words this time, no brash taunts, just that look. A look that was enough to drive Crane to his feet. He wasn't helpless, but the bar kept his legs spread. If he could get free from here, then he could likely get free. Though he would have to explain what happened to the others, and he doubted Viper would let him live it down. Fighting was quickly becoming less of an option, meaning flight. Though the rain would hamper that.

He was in trouble and Shen knew it.

Rather than try for the door, he lunged at the peacock with a call. Wings beating at the other male. Shen's eyes widened at the sudden assault, dancing back and swinging the weighted weapon as if to catch. Crane pressed closer, twisting his body to catch the weight under his arm, rendering the weapon useless as he twisted about. Wings and bill striking at the peacock who continued to dodge and dance back.

Round and round the table they went, Crane with his hopping strikes, Shen dancing back to gain some distance. Linen bandages falling about the floor. Shen trying to lash out and whip with it, Crane twisting his form to keep his vulnerable cock from that bandage. Allowing it to sail uselessly over and under him.

Shen's eyes were going slightly wild as he ducked and reached, obviously trying to grab for Crane's cock once more. The bird hopping back and extending his wings to blast Shen away with air.

Except he couldn't.

The peacock's expression shifted from mock-panic to smug victory. Throwing himself back and pulling hard at the bandages. Crane yelping as the seemingly loose bindingswere pulled taut about him. Trapping his wings to his side and very nearly throwing him off balance. He'd been so caught up in staying close and attacking that he failed to notice how the bandages had wrapped about his body. Shen, the beautiful deceiver that he was, had trapped him.

No sooner did he realize than the peacock exploded into motion. Slinging another weight up past Crane. The martial arts master instinctively ducking as the weight went wide. Last bits of Shen's bandage sailing from his fingers as the weight cracked off a rafter. Taloned feet scratching over the wood as the peacock darted past him. Crane doing his best to twist and follow, hopping awkwardly as the bar kept him from turning as he was used to. Tipping as he threw himself off balance.

Only to be caught as the bandages pulled tight about his form again.

Shen smirked at him, holding onto the far end of the linen. Gaze drifting up in a way that made it obvious Crane should look as well. There, on the rafter was a simplehookdriven into a band on the wood. Obviously meant for a lantern in some past age, now his linen binding was expertly looped through that. Shen throwing his weight behind a pull. Crane yelping as he was lifted bodily upwards, hauled into place under the hook.

The peacock moved up with a low coo, "I toldyou, I can't let you leave." Stepping onto the spreader bar, he trapped Crane's feet and stepped in. Securing the linen loop to Cranes body with a tight knot. Still panting, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Crane's feet only just touching the ground. Wings trapped to his sides by the shockingly tight bandages. His weight mostly supported in the air, leaving him partially suspended. "I do apologize for the state of the linens." He ran his fingers over a stained section, "Rest assured the stains are all from dirt and berries. All part of the ruse."

"Now," Shen huffed as he stood there, eye-to-eye with Crane, "perhaps we can negotiate some. I was willing to go lovers, even partners. Though perhaps now pet might be more appropriate, _Master_Crane."

Twisting in his bonds, he tried to squirm away from the peacock. Bindings creaking and drawing tighter about him. "You can't do this," he hissed. Bill clattering as he huffed and squirmed. Trying to get enough space to draw back and peck at Shen.

That coo was both seductive and dangerous at the same time, "Oh but I can, and I have." His beak trailed through Crane's neck feathers almost tenderly, "I have you..." Crane yelped at that winged hand closed about his cock, "Right where I want you." Shen pressed his chest to Crane's and hummed quietly. Stroking gently now that he had Crane bound and secured. "It is a very nice cock isn't it?" He turned to nibble on Crane's neck almost tenderly, "I'm afraid that was another lie I told. I have been with others, though none had made me finish as... explosively as you did." He brought his beak up to whisper, "I can't wait till you're begging me. 'Oh please, Lord Shen, grant me the privilege of servicing you.' as you tremble with raw need for my permission."

He stepped away, letting Crane sag forward in his bonds. Those feathered digits still teasing his cock. Drawing an unwilling groan from the male. "You know," Shen continued, "I am rather impressed. Who knew that the tea would be that potent." He let his other hand trail over Crane's backside, joining his hand in toying with the male. "Don't tell me you never had Ginseng tea. I hear it's quite good for ones libido." Shen chuckled, "Though I might have added a few other herbs to your tea when you weren't looking." Both hands were trailing over Crane's member now, "Wonder how long this would last...Hours? Overnight? Gave you quite the dose."

Crane jerked as the peacock teased him with both hands, cock trembling in the grasp. "Please Shen, you don't have to do this." The hands stilled, pulling away from his privates. Hope! "Just let me go, I won't tell anyone where you are. I...MMPH!" he jerked as the peacock slipped a leather sleeve over his bill, pulling it tight to his head.

"You'll only speak when I allow it." Shen's hands returned to stroking his cock, even going so far as to probe his cloaca.

Leaning down, the peacock rubbed his beak against Crane's vent. Tongue pressing againstthe male's cloaca with a deep coo. Both hands falling to the cock and teasing it. Gliding along the length. Always moving from tip to base in a quick, light spiral. Feathers tickling over the cock, petting just hard enough to make him shudder with growing arousal. Heat throbbing through his form as a muffled groan squeaked out from his gagged bill.

Oh fuck he was good, Crane feeling that orgasmic tightness swelling within a matter of seconds. Shen's tongue and talented hands bringing him to the edge faster than he'd ever experienced it.

Only to stop right as his cock began to jump and rear clench. Leaving the bird on the very cusp of an orgasm. "Just as you'll only cum when I allow it." A leather band found its way to his cock. Ties binding it in place and making his length throb. "One does wonder," Shen was almost purring, something heavy being set down on the table behind him; "just how far you can be pushed before you're begging." Something smooth and cool found its way against his cloaca. "Why don't we find out?"

Body jerked with a groan as something smooth and slick rolled against his rear. It's metalsurface cold, but readily warming up as Shen ran it down the underside of Crane's cock. "Now this might be a little tight, but..." the metal eased up and down his cock, rubbing the belly as Shen teased him for a few seconds.

Shen let his fingers trail over the cock. Just easing up and down as that metal orb slid over his flesh. A deep, muffled groan coming from the bound master. Eyes rolling back and fluttering as Shen let the vibrating toy glide around his tip. Tracing its way around and back down towards his base. The peacock skillfully placing that object into a harness on the leather ring. Making sure to fit it right there at his base. He smirked to himself as he flicked the toy. Making it buzz angrily against his privates. Crane yelping and jumping, which only made the egg hum that much stronger.

Crane rocked, swinging in his crude suspension rig. Each sway making the toy vibrate against his cock. That infernal buzzing always picking up right when he least expected it. Each shift of his form, sway of the dangling crane, and twitch of his cock translating into a low hum. Which naturally made him squirm all the more. Leading to the toy buzzing harder against him. Forcing Crane to dig his feet into the ground and stand as still as he could.

"There we are," he crooned. Sliding his hand down to tease Crane. Giving the male's dangling cock a good rub and getting the toy buzzing that much harder. Crane's body stiffened as he tried to keep himself from swaying too much. Breathing heavily as Shen walked around him with a smirk. The peacock casually flicking Crane's prized hat off his head. "Should be enough for now, my pet." Shen gave his chesta rub and faked a wide yawn. "I don't know about you, but I could certainly use some sleep."

Naked, the male strutted over to the pallet. Sitting on the edge, he turned to comb through his tail. Shen taking his time to remove the broken and damaged tail feathers that he'd tucked in. Once he was satisfied, he drew back the covers, "Maybe if you behave, I'll allow you to join me tomorrow. After I sate myself with your beautiful body that is." He lay down and smirked at Crane, the master martial artists dangling there from the rafter, feet barely touching the ground. "Good night, Lover."

Well this was far from ideal wasn't it? Hours had passed and Crane had only gotten the briefest of rest. While he was bound and dangling from a rafter, it was rather comfortable. The linen bandages, stretched across his chest and body, trapped his wings tight to his sides. Yet they also cradled him almost like the world's smallest hammock. He should be able to get a good bit of rest, comfortable as it was. Though there was the lingering problem of his continued erection.

With so much training under Oogway and Shifu, he should be able to tune out any distraction. Between whatever Shen had added to the tea and that accursed toy, it made it impossible to distance himself.

The steady rhythm of rain on the tiled roof was perfect for meditation. Any other night or day and he would've been out in a matter of seconds. Just seemed like everything was conspiring against him. No sooner did he manage to still himself and shut his eyes than something would happen. A drop of water would land on his head. Other times his traitorous cock would twitch and make that cursed toy hum against his trapped flesh. As if that weren't bad enough, no sooner would he still himself than the wind would whip about the shack.

As if called upon by his thoughts, the wind came howling about the shack. Crane's eyes widening as wood popped and creaked. It wasn't much, but was enough to make him shift. Early on he'd learned not to panic and kick his bound legs about since it only made things worse. Instead, he rocked himself to one side and allowed one foot to plant more firmly on the ground. Even with doing his best to balance and stop the swinging, it was still enough to jostle the toy.

The swing set whatever mechanism was inside the toy spinning. The smooth metal orb vibrating against the base of his cock. Crane's eyes rolling as he voiced a stifled moan. His toes doing their best to grip the smooth wood flooring.

Despite his best efforts, the toy hummed quietly against him. Tapered length twitching and jumping against the intermittent stimulation. Precum rolling up his shaft as that throbbing set the toy to buzzing that much harder. Though, even with his legs bound as they were, the martial arts master was able to find a bit of balance and stillness there. One leg kicked in the air, other only barely getting traction on the worn flooring.

Until his own body conspired against him that is. His awkward pose leading to his fluttering phallus dripping onto his foot. Precum making it that much harder to hold the position. Crane soon sound himself slipping. A strained noise coming from his bound bill as his foot slid. Linen bindings pulling taut about his keel bone. Eyes rolling in his head as the sudden sway made that device hum about his base. His legs tucking up under himself so that a foot didn't catch and send him into a wild spin.

Even with his slow, deliberate movements, and trying to counter the swaying as best he could; that one left Crane panting and wishing for release. The avian keenly aware of each throbbing pulse of his enraged erection.

Crane narrowed his eyes and leaned his head back, staring wistfully at the darkness of the rafters. His attention shifting focus on just controlling his breathing. Maybe if he could steady that then he could perhaps calm the rest of his body. Although he didn't know just what herbal blend Shen had given him to arouse him so. Because there was no earthly way he could possibly be enjoying his situation. More than that, something was keeping him from his peak. Maybe it was some subconscious stubbornness, the leather strap, or even something in the tea. Each time he'd approached his finish, just as his cock would begin to twitch in climax, that's as far as it'd go. It was endlessly frustrating. He needed some way to distract himself from his situation.

And a distraction he found.

While it was impossibly dark. The only light coming from the glowing embers of the fire pit. Even with that bare illumination, he could just make out the rafters overhead. What he saw up there gave him a barest modicumof hope.

The hook his bindings were looped over was canted to the side. All through the evening and him trying to keep himself steady, he'd yet to look up. Now he could see that the aged metal had shifted to the side, the loop Shen had thrown up there only just hanging on. Fabric stretching over the rounded tip of the hook. All it would need would be a swing in the right direction and he could escape!

Crane stole a glance towards his captor. Shen was as he had been for some hours now. Laying belly down on his crude bed, head turned ever so slightly away. That smile ever-present as he dreamt of some devious thing. Quiet snores lifting from the peacock, occasionally broken by some sleepy giggle or muttering.

He had to be quiet if he wanted to do this. Worse though, he would have to move quite a lot to shift the several feet of linen that held him suspended. One must do what one had to given the situation. Crane took a breath to steady himself. Body tensing within the bonds as he gathered himself. Shifu had drilled him on moving with as little effort as possible. "You never know when a foe will have you trapped," his teacher had scolded him.

If only Shifu could see the situation he was in now. Though... on second though perhaps it was better that none of the others saw him like this. No. He couldn't think about things like that right now. No, he had to focus on how he was going to get out of here first. Then he could worry about being embarrassed once he was back in the Jade Palace.

A slow breath and tensing of muscles was the only outward sign. Crane launching himself upwards.

It wasn't much of a hop. He could barely get any purchase, nor did he want to kick off the floor. That would've likely been too noisy and would've roused his captor. No, he tried for the barest of hop and a swing. Attention zeroed in on the hook above.

Hope! Even that little bounce was enough to make the loop slip that much further off the hook. Though it did jostle his entire form as he launched and landed. Feet tucking up to keep that heavy iron pole from smashing off the floor. A shudder ripping through his form as that vibrator bound to the root of his member hummed away. Whatever devious device within it making use of the jostle to merrily spin up and hum.

Crane's eyes narrowing. The master doing all he could to keephis focus on that hook. Breath coming in shorter pants as his cock arched, throbbing painfully as it pressed tighter to his belly. The vibrations were getting unbearable. Each beat of his heart making his member throb and twitch. The toy responding in kind.

He couldn't let that distract him. If he could just get free then he would worry about the rest of his situation in due time.

Bill ground as his feet brushed the ground. Every muscle in his form tensing before the avian launched himself again. His entire form going behind that hop, wings straining against the bonds as he tried to flare them. Crane stretched his neck out. Bound bill nearly touching the hook, focused on that cloth loop. A flick made the binding clatter against the metal. The loop slipping free!

Crane came down harder than he wanted. The spreader bar bouncing off the floor with a thunderous crack. The hard jolt of slamming down enough to set the toy off. Offset weight spinning wildly within the device and making it vibrate all the harder against him. Crane's eyes narrowing as he uttered a muted groan and gasp. Nearly doubling over from the intensity of it. The vibrations ripped through his body, causing his entire form to shake. Eyes narrowed as sharp breaths were driven from the crane. Body heaving as his cock jumped. Precum spilling down his shaft and dripping to the ground underneath.

Feathers brushed over his cock as he hunched forward. Even that light tickling enough to drive him upright. Body arching and eyes rolling back in his head. Grinding his beak, he did his best to tamp down the pleasure, not wanting to be distracted or delayed longer than he had to be. The leather strap pulling taut about his base, squeezing at his desire.

His cock jumped and twitched. Throbbing as it hovered on the very edge of release. Crane's breath coming in deep, shuddering gasps as he stood there. It might just be easier to let himself cum, if he could, but he wasn't about to give Shen the satisfaction. Not when he was so close. In more ways than one.

Now that he was reminded of the peacock, his attention shifted to the slumbering male. Shen lay as still has he had all evening. Thin blanket draped over his form, head half-tucked under a wing and pillow. Still gently snoring as he slept. Apparently confident that his captive would still be there come morning. As Crane watched, the peacock muttered something to himself. Wiggling under the cover and pressing his head further under the pillow.

With Shen apparently still fast asleep, Crane turned and awkwardly shuffled towards the door. Each step taken with every ounce of due care. Feathers bristling as the toy continued to buzz against his base. Never letting him go more than a foot without reminding him of its presence. He paused by the door, spotting his hat laying on the ground. Moving with every bit of care he could, Crane ducked his head and managed to get his favorite hat back onto his head. It wasn't on straight, but at least it was on his head. Felt better than being completely naked.

Taking a deep breath, the crane pushed the door open and eased through. It was harder to do than he thought. The wind trying to keep the door shut, threatening to slam it and surely waken the peacock. By some miracle, he was able to get out and get the door shut without catching anything or slamming the door.

He looked over the valley they were in. It was miles to the Jade Palace, miles and miles through peaceful, picturesque terrain. Mere minutes by wing, but it'd take hours by foot. Longer still due to his situation. At the very least, it had stopped raining for now. Leaving the ground damp and the air cool. A shiver raced through his body as the chill wind whipped across his raging, sore member.

Crane paused for a moment on that ramshackle porch. Wings pilling against the linen. Able to stretch the fabric, but not nearly enough to free a wing. Likewise, the sleeve over his bill was tightly secured in place. Barely giving him enough room to part his bill. Given time, he might be able to nip or peck his way through the bindings on his body or feet. Though it was likely time he didn't have. Least not here.

No use lamenting over his fate now. Crane lowered his head and started the slow, awkward march towards home. Maybe he'd get lucky and he'd find someone along the way that would help him. A farmer or one of the villagers would be helpful. Someone he could beg into silence. If one of the other masters found him then he'd never hear the end of it. Though Po would be good at keeping the secret, if bribed with food. Tigress would give him a lecture over it. If Viper found him, she'd likely tease him for a while before getting him off. She'd always been good at that, often making him weak at the knees as she...

The wind whipped around and under him. Drawing a shiver from the crane as it caressed his cock. Seems that his friends weren't the only allies out to tease him. Even the wind itself, his life-long partner seemed out to torment him. Its unseen hands trailing under his form and up to circle about his lashed length. The tormenting turbulence drawing a gasping shudder from him. Making his next swinging step falter enough to drive the toy into a buzzing frenzy.

Crane had to stop and wait a long moment. Eyes shut tight as he huffed. Trying with all his might to center and settle himself. Precious seconds ticked past as he waited out that throbbing, twitching urge. Before it had been partially stubbornness that kept him from climaxing. Not wanting to give into the pleasure Shen had forced on him. Now it was starting to approach desperation. He'd been teased and edged before. Stamina training, Viper had called it. The playful snake having toyed with him for several hours at a time. Finally bringing him to a climax so powerful he'd nearly passed out.

Compared to how he felt currently, that had been a leisurely session. He felt the low fear that if he allowed himself to come to finish, then he'd simply collapse. Easy prey for the peacock to find and scoop up again. Shen's words ringing in his ear, assuring Crane that he was going to be a plaything for the fallen noble.

Shoulders squared with determination as he began to walk. Feet low to the ground with each swinging step. Brushing through damp grass. Motions as smooth as they could possibly be. Not wanting to jostle himself too much. Crane took a breath and tried to center himself. All his focus on the road before him. Treating this as he would any sort of training.

It helped, but not as much as he'd hoped. The night passing steadily as he moved with all the speed due an arthritic snail. His own stride and the wind doing what they could to tease and toy with him. Crane shivering, sweating, as he tried to keep his control.

He'd never imagined how hard just walking could be.

Minutes became hours. The sky darkening before starting to grow lighter as the evening advanced then faded. All while Crane continued his trek. Covering far less ground than he would've hoped. Or maybe he covered more? It was impossible to tell. His mind had almost stopped working some time ago. It took everything he had to simply put one foot in front of the other. While he had mastered the art of walking with the bar latched between his ankles, it was impossible to account for everything. Hills, as it turned out, were best avoided. Which only served to lengthen his journey.

It was impossible to know how long he'd been walking. His stride was odd, limited by the bar as it was. Not to mention the increasingly frequent stops to keep from climaxing. While he had the pace down, it was impossible to account for everything else. How the wind would caress his turgid length. Or when his own member would pulse and start the toy. Or even those times where his foot would slip and he'd be forced to catch himself.

When he topped a rise and saw the Jade Palace, he nearly wept with relief. There it was, he could see it in front of him with the village stretched out below! By now he didn't even care if his friends saw him in such a state. He just wanted to be free of the accursed bindings. To have some measure of release. He would put up with whatever punishment Shifu could mete out, whatever teasing his friends could come up with, none of it mattered. He was home free.

In his eagerness to get home, Crane forget how bound he was. The martial artist leaping to take flight. Only to remember his situation when he was hanging several feet off the ground.

Panic immediately set in, body swinging down to catch himself. Bill grinding as the sudden motion made the toy buzz frantically against him. Only made worse as he hit the ground, feet trying their best to skid and scamper. Not wanting to end up going for a tumble where he may break something. One foot kicking before the other wildly, limited by the bar. Crane felt himself start to fall forward, eyes widening as he careened towards some boulders.

Only to have someone grab and lift him. Drawing him to the side as warmth pressed to his chilled, sweaty back. One of the other masters, judging from the skill with which they held him and twisted. Guiding him down to a much softer patch of grass. Though even with their aide, his tumble set that blasted buzzer off. His bound form arching between the soft, cool ground and the warmth behind him.

Head over heels he tumbled with his savior. Soon coming to rest on with his back pressed to their chest, Crane staring helplessly up at the sky. Cock proudly presented to the air as he trembled. Length pulsing on the very edge of release.

"Well," a voice cooed, "If you had wanted to go for a walk, you should have let me know." Shen's cheek brushing against Crane's neck, "By all rights, I should let make you wait that much longer before I allow you to finish. But that would be cruel wouldn't it?" Feathered wings wrapped about him, Shen's long legs coiling about Crane's body to keep him trapped. The bound master's eyes widening as he tried to thrash free of the hold. A hold which Shen was most eager to keep. "Here, let me help you."

He'd never imagined that an offer of pleasure could sound so threatening.

Shen's arms wrapped about his body, both wings coming to bear on his bare cock. Keeping the master trapped against him. Crane's eyes rolling back as the male began to stroke him. His grip dancing across the line of both being too tight and too loose. Kneading the throbbing length as they danced from base to tip. Not seeming to mind the copious precum that was readily coating his pristine plumage.

Crane thrashed against his partner, not caring that the hard motions were making that metallic egg vibrate that much harder. Shen had him in a tight hold though. Talons holding tight to his legs. Grip tight about his cock. All while the peacock's beak found places on his neck to nip and bite.

He never stood a chance.

Crane screamed within the muzzle. Body arching into the peacock as Shen pushed him over that edge he'd been trying to avoid all evening. Lights exploding in his head as the crane came with a force he'd never imagined existed. Thick, hot cum spraying across his belly and neck. Coming down on the pair like the monsoon that had battered the shack the evening before. Shen hissed something at him, but his words were drown out by the roar of Crane's climax. Yet, even with as intense as his orgasm was, Shen wasn't going to let it end quickly. He continued to stroke and pet the master's cock. Drawing out every last ounce that he could manage. Crane's vision going stark white as the peacock pushed him beyond.

He didn't know how long he lay there. Utterly limp and spent atop the peacock. Shen's beak combing through his feathers as the male finally allowed him to come down. Feathers brushing across Crane's breast. Spreading his cum and making sure that it was well worked into his plumage. Letting it soak into breast, neck, and face. "There we go. All better now, are we?" Shen kissed his cheek.

Pushing Crane off, the peacock stood and licked his feathers clean. Allowing the master a moment to collect himself while Shen groomed. It was only when he was satisfied that the peacock returned his attention to his prone partner. "Now that you've gotten that out of your system." He produced a lead from his robe. The heavy leather strap affixing around Crane's neck before tying off to the heavy device that bound his bill. "Shall we return home then?" Shen tugged with a vile grin, "I have so many things planned for you, Lover."