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"I think we can dispense with these," he said, casting off his human visage. I followed suit, and we both took a few moments to stretch our wings, swish our tails and stamp our feet, feeling the life pour back into our neglected bodies. We were the only two of our kind on Earth, and it was rare that we got the chance to relax into our true forms.

He sprawled himself decadently across a chaise longue, the mottled grey of his skin looking out-of-place against the wine-red upholstery. One hind leg drooped over the side, the claws of his toes suspended half an inch above the carpet. "Now... I presume this isn't a social call. What can I do for you?" He smiled, showing a mouth full of sharp white teeth.

It certainly wasn't a social call; he wasn't exactly a friend. I respected him, very much: I respected his insight, his wit, and the subtle way he wove his web of manipulation and intrigue amongst the humans. But I didn't actually like him. No, it wasn't a social call. I wanted something.

Six years, I'd been here. Six years on this squalid, backwards, overcrowded little planet. Six years trapped in a cumbersome, flightless human body. Six years since I'd seen the wide open skies of our world, or felt the wind shooting under my wings. Six years since I'd felt the soft touch of a female...

"I want to go home."

He gave me a calculating look. He could arrange it, if he wanted to. As the leader of our little mission, he was the only one who could. And he wouldn't lose much by it: I'd shown precious little promise in my vocation, after all. But as a missionary only half-way through my term, he was under no obligation to let me go. And he never gave anything away without a price.

"So be it," he replied after a few moments' thought, "I can have a place for you on the very next ship." My heart raced and my ears twitched in agitation as I waited for him to pitch the other side of the bargain. "There's a small favour I would ask of you first, however..."

"What is it?" I'd already decided that whatever he wanted, I'd do it. I was desperate.

But, he didn't set out his terms straight away. Instead he stepped down to the floor and looked me up and down with his intense golden eyes. "How long has it been since you were with a female?"

"You know exactly how long it's been," I snapped, irritated at the personal question. "Six years!"

"For me it's been much longer. Twenty years since I've even seen one." He began walking around me in a slow circle, four paws padding against the carpet, his eyes flowing hungrily over every part of my body - my neck, my wings, my back, my legs, my tail - in a way that began to make me uncomfortable. When he was directly behind me I saw him bend his long neck to glance under my tail, and his tongue flashed red over his lips as though he liked what he saw. "It's such a waste. You're such a fine looking young male."

And suddenly I understood his terms.

"No!" I spun to face him and took three steps backwards, heart thumping, tail curling in distress.

His eyes locked on mine. "Just the once. Think of it as a little business transaction, and then you can be on your way. You might," he said, a thin smile of amusement breaking across his features, "even enjoy it."

"I said no! Not that. Anything but that." My head swimming, I turned away from him to escape his piercing golden stare.

"Twenty years," he said softly, closing the distance between us. "It's a long time, not to know the touch of a female." He moved to stand close - too close - beside me; I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. "You haven't been here so long, but perhaps you've felt it too. The need for... sensual comforts."

I had. I yearned for the gentle touch of another body pressed against my own, soft warm skin sliding across soft warm skin, the brush of wing against wing, of tongue against tongue... but these thoughts didn't belong to him. I stayed silent and tense, closing my eyes as though by doing so I could make it all go away.

We remained frozen in tableau, each waiting for the other's will to break. After several mercilessly long seconds, he pulled away. "Very well. It's your decision. I suppose then that we're to enjoy the pleasure of each other's company for some years to come. I shan't mention the matter again."

His words cleared my head. To remain on Earth, anchored and frustrated, or to head home to fly, to sing, to find love? He wouldn't change his price, I knew him well enough to be sure of that. Was it really such a high price to pay, for my freedom? To surrender my pride, and submit to him, for a single night?

I opened my eyes and turned to face him. Pulling myself high, I tried to affect a calm and matter-of-fact manner but the words came out thin and cracked: "I'll do it."

* * *

While he was gone to prepare himself I selected a comfortable spot on the thick carpet and waited, feeling small and empty. My stomach churned. It felt like a bad dream I couldn't wake up from. I knew plainly what was to happen but I couldn't quite make myself believe it. Tentatively I lifted my tail, feeling a cool breeze whisper over my exposed rear. I tried to imagine him on top of me, heaving, the feel of his manhood thrusting in and out within me...

I dropped my tail and shivered. Bad dream.

I turned when I heard the soft tread of his approach. Our people do not smother our bodies with clothes, and so there was no surprise in seeing him naked. But we males keep our private organs strictly tucked away inside of us until needed, and so the sight of his long slender cock hanging stiffly between his hind legs made me quiver. Its pale grey shaft glistened with lubricant.

So it was time. Dropping my wings to the side, I spread my hind legs slightly to give him access. Raising my tail and burning with shame I offered myself to him, inviting him to mount me.

He did not. He fixed a penetrating stare on my proffered backside, shifting his head as though to anticipate it from all possible angles, and then stepped around to my side. I tensed as he lowered his head and pressed it side by side against my own.

"Well?" I squeaked. "Are you going to do it or not?"

"Of course," he replied, his jaws whispering millimetres from my own, "but we are not animals, are we? Have you never heard of foreplay?"

With this his head twisted round, his slender red tongue shot out and he began to massage the sensitive area under my jaw. Taken by surprise, I was frozen for a moment before whipping my head out of his reach. He shot me a look of withering amusement and said nothing.

My mind whirled. I was desperately uncomfortable with this but my reason, such as I could muster at that moment, told me that the path of least resistance was to let him have his way, and endure. It could not, after all, but be over soon. Meekly I lowered my head back towards his. He smiled, and his tongue resumed its caress.

The touch sent a tingling sensation along my spine, which intensified when his kiss moved on to my neck. He lapped his tongue in long, slow strokes all the way from the base of my wings to my jawline, the warm and wet feeling of its passage inducing a fiery chill in the sensitive skin. To my horror, I felt the beginnings of arousal stir deep within me as his undeniably skilful motions triggered primitive biological instincts.

Grabbing me suddenly under the wings, he deftly flipped me over so that I lay on my back, legs and wings sprawled to either side. He leapt on top of me to straddle me, his hind legs pressed tightly behind my own, his foreclaws pressing down on my chest. The tip of his cock swung inches from my belly; his eyes leered down at me like a cat who'd just caught a mouse. His forepaws began to massage me in slow symmetric circles, while his head drooped down to allow his tongue to paint strips of saliva in-between. The effect was infuriatingly, irresistibly arousing. My wings twitched, and my toes curled, the unwanted arousal only growing stronger as he slowly worked his way backwards from my chest to my belly, his nimble claws and cunning tongue etching grooves of sensation into my skin.

I could feel my own shaft swelling inside of me. It ached to break free but still I resisted, holding it firmly in. Whilst his paws inflicted magic with my hips, his probing tongue reached my slit. It danced enticingly around it, willing it to open and blossom forth, but with a small effort I held firm.

"Come on," he crooned, "come out and play."

"I don't... have... the slightest... desire," I managed, lying as much to myself as to him. He shrugged his wings and gave my slit one more lick.

Moving on backwards he gave a brief lick to my anus, sending a cold shock-wave through my system, before turning himself around to better work on my tail, his hind legs now standing uncomfortably on the carpet of my wings, his tail swinging over my head. I shuddered as I felt the wet warmth of his penis against my chest. Embracing the base of my tail in his jaws, he applied the slightest pressure with his pointed teeth and lapped energetically with his tongue. The sensation was not at all unpleasant. Slowly he began to work his way along my tail from base to tip in a similar manner, stepping forwards as he moved along so that his cock traced a zig-zag trail of wetness onto my skin.

When he reached the very tip of my tail - his cock now rubbing against my slit - he changed tactic, ceasing to nibble and instead running his dextrous tongue up and down and around the tactile tip, tickling and caressing in suggestive motions. I whimpered softly and closed my eyes. If this was how good it felt to have him do that to the tip of my tail, just how good would it feel to have him do that to my most sensitive part? Perhaps guessing my thoughts he engulfed my tail's tip in his mouth and began to suckle it lasciviously.

With a monstrous effort of defiant will I held myself in.

Releasing my tail, he stepped off me and turned to regard my upturned form. His eyes casually surveyed my splayed wings, my legs, my panting chest, lingering for a hungry moment on my rump before settling on my slit, bulging visibly where my cock strained for escape.

"Still hiding from me? You've more self-control than I thought."

"More than enough to resist you," I managed to spit out, hoping I sounded more confident of that than I felt.

"But you seem to be enjoying yourself so much!"

"I haven't enjoyed one second of this indignity." I wished it was true. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"

"Naturally, in good time. But first I want to see that cock of yours come out to see me. I like to know I'm appreciated."

"Then you're going to be waiting a long time."

He leered. "Not so long. Stay right where you are, don't move one muscle."

I remained on my back and slowly he lowered himself down to lie on top of me, his warm belly and chest resting atop my own, our limbs gripping one another. His penis pressed wetly against my groin. He lowered his wings until our tips met. So intertwined, he began to softly nuzzle my throat, gently licking and teasing. His hind legs pulsed against my hips while his paws worked their art around the base of my wings. The pressure in my loins grew.

"You're going to open your slit for me, young one," he growled in my ear. "And then you're going to open your rump for me. But the slit first." His tail curled around my own. "You're going to open for me... now."

As he said the final word he gave me a sharp pinch with his claws in a tender spot, and at that exact moment I lost the battle with my cock. I cried out as I felt it burst out of me, flying upwards to slap against his groin with a wet smack.

He smiled warmly as he gazed down at me with his yellow eyes. "That's better, isn't it?" he said. "Now we can really start to have fun."

He began to slide his body backwards and forwards on top of me, his stiff cock rubbing against the skin of my groin and mine against his. It did feel better not to be holding myself in. In fact, if I let myself relax into it, letting myself forget how much I resented it, it felt... heavenly. I found myself making a rumbling sound and holding my legs around him, pulling him closer.

"Now tell me you aren't enjoying yourself," he crooned.

"I... I..." I tried to, but the words wouldn't come out. "I am," I admitted quietly.

"Well then. Since your cock's been brave enough to come explore outside, perhaps you'd be brave enough to let mine go explore inside."

I nodded. The idea had seemed so repulsive just a few minutes ago... I wondered why.

The slithering sensation of our mutual erections sliding past one another filled me with fire as he unspread himself from on top of me. I needed no further bidding now to roll over onto all four limbs and spread my hind legs wide to receive him. I still didn't like him, now less than ever. But I wanted him inside me.

He mounted me without hesitation, placing one powerful hind leg over my own, then the other, and finally pulling his full weight squarely on top of me. His giant wings beat twice to steady himself before he hunkered down into a comfortable and stable position: hind legs wrapped over my own, forelimbs resting on my back between the wings, cock pushing urgently against my rear.

I thought he would impale me right there and then, but he still hadn't finished playing with me. His foreclaws began a cunning massage across my back, moving in erogenous circles, whilst one hind paw kneaded the receptive flesh of my belly and groin, where my shaft swung with ever-rising excitement.

Suddenly, darting his head forwards with great speed, he took the skin at the back of my neck between his front teeth in a firm but not quite painful grip. Amongst our people, this is the traditional hold applied by males to females during intercourse, and finding myself on the receiving end made me squirm in strangely thrilled anticipation.

He released his grip again to speak. "Beg for it," he said.

"What? Oh please, just get on with it..."

"Not like that. I want to hear you beg me for it. Properly."

If he'd held off any longer I think I might have done it without being prompted. I bent my neck to meet him eye-to-eye. "Please. Fuck me. I'm begging you. Please fuck me. I want you inside me now."

"Good boy," he purred, and he closed his teeth once more to the back of my neck.

Now, the time for play exhausted, I felt him subtly shift his position, bringing his pelvis upwards and backwards to enable his cock to make its skewering thrust. Its tip made contact once, twice, as it hesitated in finding its true aim. The third time it met its mark and rested there, the contact sending a shiver along my spine.

Relaxing my muscles to admit his advance, my whole body trembled as I waited for him to press forwards. His claws had ceased their caress and he stayed motionless, his tip sitting enticingly against my anus, his hot breath on my ears and saliva starting to drip down my neck from where his teeth held me. The moment seemed to last an eternity before at last, mercifully, he squeezed softly inwards, nursing the first inch of his shaft into my welcoming tract.

I gasped as I felt his penetration, savouring the sensation. After only a moment's pause he continued his slow ingress, boring forwards into me. It slid smoothly and steadily, inch by inch, probing deeper and deeper within my being. Finally, just as I thought I couldn't possibly accommodate any more of him, I felt the warmth of his groin press against my tail and the advance abruptly ceased. He was fully inside of me.

"Are you enjoying our little exercise so far?" he enquired, breathing heavily, releasing my neck.

"Yes," I spluttered, my mind fixated on the potent form stationed within my rear. "Please... keep going."

"Then hold on tight," he whispered into my ear and resumed his grip on my neck, firmer than before.

Taking his cue, I squeezed tightly around him for a moment, exhilarated by the solid resistance of his amply proportioned shaft. I felt him quake slightly above me as the pressure sent pleasure rippling through him.

Now he drew back, so far as almost to leave me completely, and thrust forwards with a mighty jolt that made me cry out. Again he pulled outwards and again he threw himself back in, harder this time, drawing from me a louder cry. A third time he pumped into me, and a fourth, until by the fifth inward lunge I was whimpering in ecstasy.

Unfolding his wide leathery wings, he began to beat them in unison with his pistoning groin: wafting them high as he slid out and driving them downwards as he plunged back in. His muscular hind legs, powering the motion, squeezed my abdomen hard in rhythm with his motions. Faster he beat his pelvis, and harder, his legs and wings matching the tempo. He let out a moan of pleasure without releasing my neck from his tight grip. Faster and faster now, thumping pneumatically within me, while I gurgled and drooled in rapture.

At last, with a mighty downward blast of his wings, his jaws unlocked from my neck to ejaculate a piercing shriek and I felt a hot wetness spread inside me. Five more great heaves he made, each one adding to the warm pool within, both our voices screaming in primal song, until his orgasm subsided and he slowed, damping his ebb and flow, until finally his satiated shaft came to a standstill. Gasping and shaking, he flopped down on top of me.

For a minute we rested so; his manhood, its work done, slumbering warmly inside me. But it wasn't over: my own erection still swelled beneath me, desperate for release. As soon as he'd recovered his breath and dismounted, pulling himself free from my sticky passage, I raised one leg and bent my long neck around to suck myself off. But I never made it there.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said, holding me back with a forepaw on my snout.

"I want... I need my cock sucking. I need it."

"And you think I'd leave you to do that yourself?"

I swallowed, my blood heating again. "I... do I have to beg for this, too?"

"Not this time. This is my gift. Roll over."

I turned to lie on my back again, my penis standing upright between my hind legs, avid for his attentions. He circled me, slowly, eyes locked on it, as though contemplating the most expedient angle of attack. Finally he chose to approach from my left, resting one large clawed foot on the soft flesh of my belly. Moving his head up close he sniffed the seeping grey shaft critically. Then his tongue flickered out to taste its tender tip, inducing flashes of sweet sensation. As though the taste met with his approval he now began to lap at it more vigorously, running long licks along its length which made my tail coil with pleasure.

Opening his long jaws he began to ease his mouth gradually around me, the sharp tips of his teeth surrounding me but never making contact. Only when his snout was nearly pressing against my groin did he stop, and began to caress my manhood with his deft tongue. It undulated against the shaft, stroking and tickling it and raising me to an even greater excitement.

I moaned as he began to work me fully, moving his head up and down rhythmically, his tongue sliding over the sensitive skin in a smooth slobber. The sensation was rising, building up within my groin for a final overture.

"I'm... about to..." I gasped, not expecting him to want me to come inside his mouth. But he simply gazed at me with his yellow eyes and continued his work: up and down, up and down, sucking and sliding.

When the climax came it made my legs, wings and tail jerk erratically as the ecstasy reverberated out from my genitals to reach the furthest extremities and bounce back, refocusing for a second convulsion, and then another, and another. With each, I felt hot streams of liquid erupt out of me and into his mouth, mingling with his saliva.

After the throes of orgasm subsided he lifted his mouth from my cock, a little seed dripping from between his lips, held his head back and swallowed. I lay panting, exhausted but exhilarated. After a few minutes he fixed me again with his penetrating golden stare.

"You did well today. Consider your half of our bargain complete. As for my half, the next ship will call at Earth in about a month. You're welcome to a place on it. If you still want one."

"I do. I really do." The bright blue skies of our world awaited me. I would find freedom there, and song, and the intimate company of females. And, perhaps, of other males too. Today had been... eye-opening.

"I'm going to restation you here for your last month, to have you close under wing. I'm sure I can find some use for you." His red tongue flashed over his lips.

I glanced down at him: his semen-smeared penis was already rehardening; his tail twitched enticingly. I sighed. I still didn't like him. In fact I hated him. But I worshipped his body, and the things he could do to my body, and I knew I'd always come running and raise my tail gladly whenever he called for me.

"In fact," he said, "I can think of a few uses right now."

He moved towards me and I opened for him.