Their First Time
#3 of Fiverr Commissions
Two owls have been in a nonsexual relationship for years. One evening, they decide to take the next step as a couple.
Another commission from over on my Fiverr. I'm thinking about setting up another operation here on SoFurry, but I'm not too familiar with the interface :p
These two sweet owls have been dating for YEARS and haven't had sex for one reason or another, until now. Their first time is a little messy, but they're figuring things out together. Enjoy!
Their First Time
By Spicy4k
"You're sure you want to do this?" The cream-colored owl asked, looking deep into her amber-eyed partner.
The owl couple had never had sex. Not with each other, or anyone else. Morale kept herself busy during her upbringing, always putting other's time before her own, and spending the majority of what she had left applying herself in school. Lou on the other hand never made a strong effort to find a mate, and once he found Morale, he was satisfied with just being a good partner for her. Both shared the sentiment that "it" could wait until later, later being some ambiguous moment always just beyond the horizon.
Lou gazed back into his lover's brown eyes, golden sunbeams streaking in from the bedroom windows creating gentle shadows between her cheek feathers. He felt his heart accelerate as he sat in his lap on the edge of their bed. Why was he so nervous? She had always been his most trusted friend, even before their relationship.
"I'm sure, sweetheart. I want to see you happy," Lou said, more confident than before.
The two kissed again, this time as a synchronous unit. Lou explored his lover's body with a newfound curiosity; His feathered digits traced her back, hips, and arrived underneath her supple bosom, teasing out the smallest reaction from Morale as the two continued their embrace. He started fussing with Morale's bra, trying to get it to release without distracting from their kiss, but he'd never done the act before.
Morale couldn't help but notice Lou struggling. Even with her partner onboard, Morale knew she'd need to continue to be their leader into this brave new world of intimacy.
"I know how much you love kissing me, Lou..." Morale said, breaking away.
"Mhm," Lou murmured, burying his face in his partner's nape, hiding his embarrassment.
"...But if we keep this up, we'll be here until the sun comes back around." She climbed onto the bed behind him on her knees. "And don't be afraid to ask for help." She said with a hint of snark as she reached behind and unclipped the bra strap, tossing the garment to the side.
Lou stood up and _was_coming up with a way to defend his amateur actions, but he lost his words as Morale exposed her breasts to him. He'd seen her bare chest before, but never in such a deeply intimate context, and with the expectation of sex. He understood how vulnerable this made her, and how much she trusted him.
The half-naked owl crawled back to her love and tugged at the buttons on his dress shirt. After a moment, Lou snapped back to the present and hurriedly helped free himself. As his shirt fell to the ground, Lou was caught off guard as the owl continued stripping him, undoing his belt and unfastening his brown slacks.
"Morey..." Lou mumbled, falling back into a daze. Morale looked up into her longtime friend's burning amber eyes. She could see the vulnerability in them, as much as he tried to hide it. His heavy pants hit the floor with the thud, leaving nothing more than a thin undergarment covering Lou's very obviously excited malehood. Judging from the outline, Morale was taken aback by how much larger the member appeared than what she expected. She had seen a few videos online, but getting up so close made her question how she would make it fit.
"Well?" Lou said expectantly, trying to gather some confidence. "Impressed?"
"It's nothing," Morale chirped back. "Just trying to not to rush."
Pulling down the elastic fabric, Morale got her first in person look at a fully aroused male. Just the sight of it made her feathered nethers stir with a carnal need she had never felt. From the waist bellow, she smoldered watching the ebony rod bob and twitch. She reached out and ran her digits over his shaft. Lou spasmed, suppressing a gasp as another owl touched his most sensitive area for the first time. Morale took in its texture, heat, and deeper need. Returning to meet his gaze, Morale spoke as her anchored heart threatened to burst from her chest.
"I need this."
The darker owl watched his lover lean back on the mattress and slip out of her underwear. She spread her creamy thighs like a flower going into bloom. Her own virgin flower between her legs caught Lou's attention. Even as a virgin, Lou had his instincts to telling him exactly what he needed to do. Carried by desire, Lou crawled over his partner and entered into an even more passionate embrace. Touching beaks, wrapping each other's palms, and letting their parts rub against each other.
"You know what to do, Lou," Morale said with confidence and a hint of fear. "Just one more step."
"It won't hurt you, will it?" Lou sounded concerned, even while his length pulsed against her opening. All plans of coming off as "experienced" had fallen apart completely. His intense passion made him feel like a weak defenseless chick, stripped of emotional armor.
"It might," Morale paused, but Lou couldn't sense hesitation. "But I trust you."
Lou cautiously pressed his pointed length between Morale's moist and sensitive outer lips. Experiencing penetration for the first time, Morale was overwhelmed by a wave of euphoria, pressing her head back into the bed and gasping. Lou froze in alarm.
"Keep going!" Morale almost demanded. Pressing forwards once again, Lou sank his cock deeper into her virgin pussy, experiencing intense pleasure himself. Feeling her folds wrapped around his maleness, Lou struggled to not get lost in the intimacy. As he bottomed out inside her, Morale let loose a deep guttural moan, a sound Lou had never heard in all of their years together.
"You still okay, ba-" Lou tried to ask but was quickly interrupted.
"Shut your beak and fuck me!" Morale shouted, desperate. She realized she probably came off a little strong, but before she could apologize, Lou stole her voice away as began to thrust. Morale felt as if her mind was imprisoned by her own body's pleasure, and she loved every second of it. She gazed up into her lovers eyes again as he deflowered her.
Lou struggled to keep his composure. He felt amazing, but knew he couldn't last at this angle. Every thrust, every squeeze, and every audible "plap" made his mind go wild. He didn't want their evening to end, but knew his inexperienced body couldn't hold course much longer.
"Ah, I'm close," Lou squawked like a ship in distress.
Morale cursed. _Already?_She loved the feeling of fullness and couldn't bear to see it end so soon, but she hadn't the slightest idea of what she could do.
"Flip over, Lou." She pulled back. "Don't want this to be over yet."
Lou obeyed without question. Part of him wanted to indulge and finish right then and there, but his stronger half knew it'd be worth waiting just awhile longer. Pulling out, causing them both to gasp, Lou was alarmed by the traces of blood on his shaft. Morale knew she had to move fast. Pressing her wing into his pec, she got his attention.
"It's okay, that's normal... I think," and before he could raise another question, she pushed him down on his back against the pillows. With the mood hanging on by just a thread, Morale straddled her mate and aimed his slick member back towards her opening. Then, she dropped down. A new yet familiar wave of euphoria jolted her body.
In this position, Lou couldn't do much besides watch his love ride his shaft. Immediately, he felt his stamina returning, like hitting snooze on his alarm in the morning; He knew he could last slightly longer like this, and every second felt precious. Focusing on his surroundings instead of his thoughts, Lou watched his beautiful Morale bounce herself on him. He wrapped his wings around her waist to stabilize her and to squeeze her backside. His ears drank in her brand new chorus of moans and pants. Like a choir's opening night, it lacked structure and composure, but the passion was as clear as day.
"Good girl," Lou cooed. Morale felt her legs and thighs begging for a break, but she wouldn't grant them a single moment of respite. Lou's comment pushed her on. Good girl. She wanted to be a good girl for him, a good girl getting fucked. She'd given him her womanhood. Now, she wanted his seed. Her cries grew louder, her vagina more sensitive. She felt like she could explode, combust into a million tiny pieces from the heat and pressure of his loins.
It came so quickly, before she knew what was even happening. She screamed out in pleasure as she reached her climax. Lou gripped her hard, granting her at least a little stability.
"Fuck, Morey..." Lou watched her love ascend to the peak pleasure, gracefully gliding back down. "You want to keep going?" Taking a moment to remember where she was, Morale leaned down and pecked him on the cheek.
"You didn't finish, did you?" Lou shook his head. "Then why did you ask?" Morale smirked.
The two resumed their early position, giving Lou free reign over Morale's body. He didn't ask for much, but access to Morale's breasts as convenient hand holds while he thrusted into her were very convenient. Spreading her legs wide, her cunny now thoroughly deflowered, Lou fully indulged himself in his lover. She meant more to him than anybody, and this was just another reason why, he thought to himself. He wanted her to feel loved, appreciated, even if he had some shortcomings. Maybe, he thought, he wanted a future with her.
He couldn't deny his climax was inevitable. Morale was again singing Lou's song, this time with a few extra notes.
"Inside....Inside....I want it inside me, Lou."
He wouldn't deny her. Adding his own mixtures of sounds to her song, Lou thrust himself fully into the cream colored bird, shooting his seed deep into her uterus. Morale squealed and wrapped her wings and legs around his torso, lifting herself up towards him as he emptied himself. The two held the position, fully embraced, brushing beaks, closer than they had ever been.
The sun had fully set now; The only lights to illuminate their conjoined bodies were the street lights, and the moon. Morale relaxed, letting herself down onto the bed. Lou moved soon after, pulling himself out of the damp chamber he single-handedly made a mess of. He flopped down next to her, overcome with exhaustion.
"You did amazing, Lou." Morale broke the silence. "I couldn't have asked for a better first time."
"Mhm," Lou mumbled, his eyes already closed as sleep began to wash over him. "You're... really beautiful Morey. I love you, more than..." His voice trailed off, losing his words for the final time that day.