Breath of blubber bird

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Natasha is about to get some late night feeding from her lovers nectar dripping flower only for the blob bird to stop Natasha in her tracks

Thrawn wrote this


*A mountainous weight pressed down on the coyote, heat seeping through her silver fur along with reams of sweat. Most would have been crushed under such a weight, but Natasha Asmodia felt like she was hugged by a weighted blanket, drenched in both the smell and essence of her dear lover. Samantha quite literally pressed down upon her, the massive raven an engine of lustful desires, erotic secretions, and affectionate remarks. *

*I hope you're enjoying yourself, Natasha thought, gently running a paw on the black and feathery flesh above her. Feeding. That was what she had coined for her insatiable needs. With demonic blood and vampirism both in her veins, the term woefully undersold how important it was. Sexual secretions, sweat, the warmth of her lover's flower, the need was greater than the hunger mere mortals could muster. It was food, power, excitement, relief, and orgasmic ecstasy all in one. *

*While she was slick with the sweat of her lover, Natasha had a particular dampness between her thighs, especially as he came face to face with Samantha's vibrant pussy. Vampiric vision allowed her to see with perfect clarity the wide-open pinkness that she had enjoyed herself with so many times before. Sweet Samantha had agreed to be her lover and supplier, but erected between her and a feeding frenzy lay a suffocating boundary that required her to cease once she fell asleep. *

*Natasha honestly believed she could uphold her end of the agreement and only questioned her resolve when her lips pressed against the flower of her beloved. It immediately began to secrete the warm syrup that she loved so dearly, trickling it down into Natasha's waiting tongue. With a taste from the source, her senses honed and sharpened, and she dragged the length of her tongue up Samantha's opening to ingratiate herself with more of that perfect essence. The tremor in her cunt, the whine of her lover tickling Natasha's sensitive ears, it all spelled a coming flood she would rather die than miss. *

*"Come on, Sammy. Give me everything." *

*Opening her snout as wide as she could, her lips still failed to cover the entirety of her opening. Warmth exploded forth, sweetness consuming Natasha in a sugary high like no other. So much of the love juices poured out that she had to rapidly slather her tongue to catch what did not fall into her. If only Samantha could hear the whines of want and desire coming from her lover's lips. Then again, she might have used that against her parasitic partner. *

*During a lull in the waterfall, Natasha took a moment to appreciate the natural musk of her raven's body and her secretions. The cocktail of sensations made Natasha's head swim and eyes flutter, the thoughts in her mind slipping away as she gave in to pure desire. *

*In her hedonistic feeding frenzy, she had missed a large glob of Sam's secretions, the ambrosia comfortably congealing beside her. Taking two paws full of the warm goo, she spread it around her snout and chest, letting the new warmth mix with the older juices soaked into her fur. Despite how close it felt, she knew how to get it even closer. Shutting her eyes, Natasha let the weight of Samantha entomb her, the flesh pressing and molding to Natasha's curves, face, and body. Neither suffocating nor crushing, in this state of pure blissful stimulation, nothing could hurt her, and she wanted for nothing more. *

*Letting her mouth open, she drizzled the syrup into her mouth, the more recently released liquid giving her a rush of vitality amongst the pleasure while licking her paw of the slightly aged nectar felt like the brush of a cool breeze in her entire being. *

*Returning to the source, Natasha voiced her gratitude to her lover's mound. *

*"My sweet Samantha, how lucky I am to have found you." The pink slit still oozed with the clear goodness she had come to rely on. To coax more from it, hoping for another waterfall of ambrosia, she kissed the mound with the same affection she would have given her girlfriend's beak. "I love you so much." *

*A shift in weight above the coyote proved her lover was still awake, but probably for not much longer. Sure, she was technically satisfied. Her hunger wouldn't drive her feral, and she could exist as functionally as a demon hybrid could. But enough was never enough. Sleep eating wasn't on the table; Sam made that rule very clear. *

*But she wasn't asleep yet, and maybe she'd enjoy an orgasm before drifting off to sleep. *

*"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Natasha whispered to the mound. "Maybe that's what you'll dream about, more of my touch. Sometimes, I wish you could see what I do to you, the love and care I have for your whole body. But then I imagine how wild it must make you, feeling but unable to see my masterwork. I think you enjoy it just fine." With a long kiss against the clit, a lick accompanying it, she prepared to make good on her word. *

*Bing. *

*With an embarrassing yip, Natasha quickly snatched up her phone, covered in the clear goodness and thankfully waterproof. It could only be her, and she knew to worry. *

*"Don't you dare." Sam's text bore into her, the agony of her feast cut short setting in. Was she that predictable? Or was this a bluff? *

*"What's wrong, baby?" she typed, adding a sympathetic emoji to sweeten her tone. For a few tense moments, her sharp ears burned with the clicking of Sam's fingers across the screen above. The succupire must have been too entranced by the smell of her raven's cunt to have noticed them before. *

"It's late, and you were amazing." Natasha felt a 'but' coming. "But I really need to sleep!"

*The tapping shifted, a murmur passing through the whole of her body. Text to speech, perhaps? Sam really was fading fast. *

*"You don't want me to lose out on my beauty sleep, do you?" A droning groan seethed out of Natasha's clenched teeth. Sure, she had enough, but it was never enough. *

*Like a bolt of lightning striking her psyche, a newfound anxiety jolted through her. How did Sam know what she was going to do? *

*"What do you mean?" Natasha typed back, playing dumb. When they first started to date, the puppy dog eyes and sway of her hips could get her anything she wanted. Nowadays it was far more of a toss up. *

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, my sweet."

*"How?" Natasha replied immediately. *

*More noise from above, a gentle rumble. Was she giggling? *

*"Uh-uh, no secrets unless you promise not to partake in your late night snack attacks." *

*It was completely unfair! Secretions or secrets? She had to know; it would eat her up with the same voracity she had eaten sweet Samantha. But the late night possibilities for more consumption, more wonderful fluids running through her body and across her fur. *

*God. Why can't a coyote just get everything she wants? *

*In a rash impulse of short-sighted desire, Natashed responded. "I promise!" *

*No! Only after her text went out did she stop to think, to fully grasp what she was giving up. Sure, she could survive tonight, but there would be so many more nights where she would want to indulge, fling herself into more and more of the succulent essence of her lover. The rumbling grew more intense. Now it was clear Sam was laughing. *

*"Awww baby, did you get all worked up and curious? I thought being half vampire, you'd have a bit more bite." Natasha's cheeks burned. It was humiliating, infuriating, unconscionable. Why was it also so scaldingly hot too? *

Buyer's remorse sank in her like the rolls of warm juices down her throat she'd have to wait till tomorrow to get. How could Samantha so easily undo her? True love, or maybe she was just that good?

*Another text from Sam. She read it with the same patientless hunger as she did lapping up her juices. *

*"You didn't think I could feel your romantic gestures to my sweet pussy? I know you, Natasha, better than you know yourself. What comes after is so lovely, but so not conducive to my rest." *

*Impossible! Lies. A trick. It had to be some elaborate deception. Sensitive as her body was, Sam couldn't have held this information for this long. She lacked the impulse control and conniving skills. Right? Underestimating her lover was a fool's gambit, but she knew Samantha inside and out. *

*There was only one way to find out. *

*Bending low to the sweet flower she had suckled and slurped on, she held the lips open and blew a cool breath against her insides. A quiver ran through Natasha's lover, shaking the rolls of mass on top of the coyote's back. *

*Substantive evidence, perhaps, but a blow had to be more noticeable than pillow talk. With a bit more pressure on Sam's pussy flaps, she placed her snout before the warm wetness that gave her life. A deep and powerful sniff short circuited her brain, the influx of pleasureful impulses sending shakes through her bones. It was like inhaling the most potent aphrodisiacs, a thrill greater than any mortal could comprehend. Yet to her, it was only agonizingly close to the joys of consuming her slick essence, drinking the divine nectar of her goddess. *

*Another buzz, another taunt from her beloved. *

*"Enjoying the scent? Does it smell of defeat?" *

Natasha grimaced. Waiting was a hell of boredom and futility, but losing was almost unbearable. Before replying with a quippy comeback, she paused, allowing her initial reaction to cement into a calmer state. Had she lost? The information was useful, something her dear bird of prey couldn't use to her advantage anymore. Perhaps it was her, in her eagerness to maintain a leash around her succupire's ravenous hunger, who had lost tonight.

*"You're so smart, Samantha. It scares me sometimes." She may have been able to feel her breath and speech, but Natasha's grin was hers alone. *

*Slinking back into the warm puddle of goo, she felt herself becoming absolutely cocooned in the basking warmth of her sweet lover's essence. It felt like the bed of a princess, warmth crashing over her as she pulled down rolls of feathered fat to blanket her. Lucky couldn't scratch the surface of what she had. It had to be destiny that brought a succupire into the loving embrace of one so fertile with sexual secretions, so willing to endure the constant need to feed, and love her just like any woman wanted and deserved. With her pride still bruised from Samantha's manipulation, she opted to simply drift to sleep rather than send another text, but she blew a soft kiss to the roof of her den, wondering as the dreams took hold if her girlfriend could hear it. *


*Samantha reached down to place her phone aside, relaxing her neck and grinning with wicked glee. It was a struggle to keep her dear Natasha in check, but it was a struggle she more than reveled in. Cat and mouse, raven and coyote. Another victory wrapped her demonic girlfriend ever tighter around her finger, ensuring that she never left the comfort of her den for too long. *

*Sleep, my angel from hell, Samantha thought, her beak opening for a deep yawn. I won this night, but I'm sure you'll try again. You always do. Just as the darkness closed in on her world, she thought she could make out the gentle pop of a kiss. *