A Bird Crawls Into Her Bedroom
"Peiphrenus watches over you now as she has ever before. In her grace and kindness, she watches over your family, she protects your life, and she guides your days. In this, so must you strive for betterment for yourself and those to whom you may bring it. In this is the peace you may find."
A marble likeness of this goddess rises three stories high behind the priestess reciting her blessings. Upon this monolith shines every light in the temple, two braziers lit in gold lifted easy in each immortal hand, a glow greater than the sun within its skin, its limbs chiseled lean, strong, and human.
"So fear not for yourself. Feel the glory within your heart and let it pour out in worship every day. For this service and reverence back to her, Peiphrenus forgives your mistakes and loves you wholly. Your days are seen. Your life is graced. Amen."
Amen. Like three hundred times a day Pritta says it. She means it every time, for sure--she just says it a lot. She wishes it could be more special, but what, is she just going to skip the end of the blessing for her patrons because she wants a word to mean something again?
She doesn't really have to, though. It still means something. She just has to work at it. It is her work, after all.
"Go and be well," she says to her last patron, raising her feathered hand from his shoulder. The human rises from his knees, thanks her, and gets on out of there.
Pritta and the rest of the priests that serve at her temple are all avians, bird people. Their bodies aren't natural--they're transformed. Blessed. Their feathers and beaks are bestowed upon them personally by the goddess they're indentured to, all their plumage a gift to show the rest of San Fresco the rewards to and the inner nobility of the faithful.
Two of the priests press closed the high temple doors and lock up for the night. Pritta takes just a minute in the back room with the rest of the clergy to change out from her robes, sighing in an unspoken relief as she snaps off her cloth collar and shakes loose her feathers constrained beneath. Her plumage is neatly pressed over her body, mostly white with a ring of gray around her beak, only the feathers atop her head and past her elbows rising foofier off her skin.
Everyone cleans the statue of Peiphrenus together before they leave, mostly polishing where patrons have stuck their grubby fingers and fur. Pritta cleans at the front but keeps glancing over to the temple's elder priestess, an avian in only bright red feathers, who stands away from everyone else inspecting the ledger of patrons who did and didn't come for the day.
Pritta goosesteps away from the statue and sidles up to the elder, polishing instead her podium in wide circles as she smiles up at her boss. The old bird raises an eye. Pritta smiles even wider, the few muscles in her beak flexing sweetly as she chirps, "My husband gets home today."
"Praise be," the old bird says as she looks back to the ledger. "Will he be coming to temple tomorrow for worship?"
"Oh, of course. Kandinus prays every day out on the road. He'll be so glad to come back here," Pritta says. "And we'll finally be spending time together again."
The old bird scribbles in the margin. She doesn't smile back, but she offers a nicer tone as she says, "I do wish you luck getting your time together without too much interruption from your son."
Pritta wipes some more and shrugs her shoulder up to her cheek. She says, "Actually, he's picking Veridan up from daycare and dropping him off at our neighbors' house, since Kandinus will get back home before I will. They'll spend the whole day together tomorrow."
The old bird grins wrinkled. She says, "But not tonight."
Pritta chirps, "But not tonight."
Her husband is a long-haul trucker. It's not like they live in the feudal era--San Fresco is a city of temples surrounded by skyscrapers, parks, and coffee shops. Greatest city in the world, easily, of course. The most blessed city, thanks to Peiphrenus.
So Pritta has great experience with electricity already.
In another half an hour, she fits her key into her front door and pulls it open, stepping back home. The light is off in the hall, just a faint glow coming from around the corner. Pritta unfastens her sandals from the large talons of her feet, calling sweetly, "Kandinus? I'm home. How was your ride?"
No one responds, so Pritta hops the rest of the way out of her sandals and into the living room. A lamp beside the sofa lights the room dimly, but it's the television that shines, flickering blue and yellow over the silhouette of a canine sitting in the middle of the sofa.
Canines, too, are blessed San Frescans, but a different kind of blessed. Kandinus is four times wider than Pritta at every limb, the sleeves of his undershirt scrunched high and tight over his biceps, but Pritta swears all his shirts are the right size. His brown fur is trimmed shorter than any of Pritta's feathers, hiding nothing of the engines within his body abusing his testosterone.
Kandinus turns back to Pritta with a precise, golden gaze even as his jaw rests easy. Short, cropped ears that hang over his face shadow his brow from the television's light, and the stick of a lollipop hanging out his lips shifts to the side as he says, slow and deep, "You made me wait."
Pritta scootches herself onto the sofa in the small space beside her husband, his gaze upon her each motion. The tincture of his day's sweat settles over her as her arm brushes warm against his.
"I'm sorry," Pritta coos, rubbing her other hand over his. "Have you eaten yet? We could have dinner together if you're hungry."
"You're too late for that. I ate on the road," Kandinus says.
"We can do whatever you like instead," Pritta says. "What would you like, Kandinus?"
Kandinus presses aside Pritta automatically as he leans out his arms and shoves himself off the sofa. Pritta cranes her neck just to watch as he stretches his enormous back and its heavy bones above her. Without looking back down, her husband says, "I want a shower. That's what you made me wait for."
Pritta pulls her back straight and her legs together, strumming her fingers over her knees as she chirps, "Then may I join you?"
Kandinus glances back down. He cocks his brow and tilts his head, parsing her.
"You? No," he grunts. "My slut can join me."
His gaze falls further down her as he shifts the lollipop.
"Ask again."
Birds can't blush, but Pritta can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she smiles smaller, tighter. She presses the soft bristles of her fingers against the firm length of her thighs and stretches her legs apart, her gaze set upon Kandinus's as she holds herself open.
She asks again, "May your slut join you?"
The feathers over Pritta's face rise as Kandinus lingers below them, hesitating before he looks back to her eyes. Then he takes half a step forward, leaning his mass down toward her, covering her, staring down into her--until he takes the remote on the armrest beside her and pulls back up toward the television, clicking it off. He drops the remote back on the sofa, scratches his back, and trods to the hall without a word.
Pritta watches as he pauses just before the hall. He twists at the waist back to her and raises his hand again, curling his index finger toward her. Beckoning her.
She lowers her hands to the cushions and pushes off.
Kandinus passes the threshold of their master bathroom just ahead of Pritta. She stops there as Kandinus reaches his side of the counter, turning back to her across the gulf of the room. Pritta stretches one hand up the grain of the wood beside her, waiting for his fullest attention.
"What would you like, Kandinus?" she says.
Kandinus settles himself over the edge of counter and crosses his arms.
"Strip yourself," he says.
Pritta takes a step into the open space, sliding her hands down over herself. She unfastens the buttons on her pants, then slips her fingers under the hem and presses them off herself. The lithe feathers over her hips, her thighs, her ankles, rise supple and light upon their freedom, but they can't release the heat now rising within all her skin.
It takes longer pulling the pants over her large talons. She struggles in the squeeze, tugging them off finally without her smile or her dignity. But she drops them to the floor beside her, her shirt now brushing past only her blue netherwear and bare white plumage, and brings her gaze back to Kandinus.
He watches her as before, examining every motion she makes for him. He shifts the lollipop in his mouth again.
Pritta hesitates in his eyes, her throat catching up with the rest of her before she takes one more step. She curls her fingers under her top and raises it over herself from the bottom up. She goes slow. She lifts it over the thin curves of her stomach, baring the slightest bristles on her revealed skin, then presses it up past her breasts.
As she pulls it over her face, Pritta can't see how Kandinus watches this part. She plays it by note even as she feels the heat radiate outward from her, begging her lungs to heave.
She lifts her chin and tugs her shirt over her head, then pulls it off each arm and lets it slip away. Her breasts rise and fall with the beating rhythm behind them. She nurses the motion, uses it, as she looks again to Kandinus, waiting still to be seen.
He sees all of her. He watches her.
Then he uncrosses one arm, lifts a single finger toward her, and waggles it down.
Pritta obeys. Her hands meet the last piece of color on her body as she wraps her fingers under it. She feels her feathers press down again briefly, feels the wet strand the cotton displays with its exit. She bends one knee at a time and slips the cotton off easy this time, dropping it without looking.
She sees her husband watch her. She can see the itch in his fingertips as they wait over his arms. His own kind of burning underneath them. The perfect smile, the smile that wants, that he's keeping hidden from her.
Pritta waits for his instruction, barely holding her breath in her beak. Kandinus pushes off from the counter, saying nothing, and uncrosses his arms. He pulls out his lollipop and tosses it in the bin behind him. He steps up to Pritta and looks far down to her, his ears tilted toward her over a still bigger silhouette. His entire body shadows hers.
He raises his arms over his own head and says, "Keep going."
The heaving inside Pritta continues, but she takes her last step forward and meets his body. Only his stomach yet, but she takes hold of both sides of his shirt and lifts it up the same. A rippling sheet of brown fur brushes out from underneath, a basin of maintained muscles over his stomach, then his chest, as she leans onto the tips of her talons to stretch Kandinus's shirt over his head.
But she pauses it just under his eyes. She leans in while he's obscured, bringing herself closer to his jaw as she peers through the crescent shape of his cheeks, his full lips, the muddled fur across his acres of shoulders.
She meets the gold in his eyes again as she tugs his shirt off them. He takes it from there and pulls it off his arms, but Pritta forgets the shirt as soon as it leaves her grasp. She touches her hand instead to his chest, leaning as close as her body lets her. Kandinus drops his garment and meets his hand over hers.
And pushes it off. Pritta pulls back down as Kandinus crosses his arms again.
"We forgot something," he says.
Pritta's gaze widens as she says, "I'm sorry. Tell me. I'll do it."
Kandinus reaches one hand into the back pocket of his pants and with the other, presses a finger under Pritta's chin. He pushes it up, straightening her gaze upon his.
"Keep it there," he says, lowering his finger from her chin.
Pritta holds herself to his command. Kandinus raises a short leather strap from his pocket, black and thick, a silver buckle at one end and a fastener at the other. Pritta's gaze breaks despite herself as she holds her breath. Kandinus raises his fists behind her throat and wraps the collar first loose, then snug as the clasp tightens around her.
He brushes two more fingers across the collar as he inspects his work upon her. Pritta looks back to his eyes with hers softened.
"Say thank you," Kandinus says.
Pritta breathes again, harder.
"Thank you," she says.
Kandinus settles his hands back over his biceps. The grin he's hiding comes closer into view even as his gaze narrows. He says, "Now keep going."
Pritta bends to her knees and obeys. She slips each button open one at a time over his beaten denim, pulling gently the flaps of his pants lower with each stage undone, until she reaches to his hips and slides everything down to his knees.
Not all canines get the same kind of blessings. But canines married to priestesses, to the truly devoted, get rewards more than feathers or fins or fur.
They get favors.
So Pritta smiles as she unveils her husband's cock, hanging nearly as long as her head at its perch so close to her. It's not huge, it's extravagant. Magnificent. No fur obscures it, only skin bundled barely past the tip of his glans, every beat of his heart pulsing it active.
Musk fills her nostrils. Not a heavy scent, but just enough of it to recapture the few parts of her that failed to notice, to salute, as the extra weight settles over her mind.
Kandinus lifts his feet for Pritta as she slips his pants and netherwear past them, but only his cock holds sway over her attention. She parts her beak semi consciously, gasping gently upon him, growing him greater and further as her fingers creep up to the prize that waits for her. She swears she can feel it inside her before she even touches it.
But Kandinus steps back, almost toppling Pritta from how heavily she was leaning into him before she catches herself against the floor. He turns just as quick, slapping her fast but light across the face with his shaggy tail as he pads to the shower.
The fur on his tail is all that's untrimmed on his body. The hair there shakes loose and easy with his each step, lighter patches showing on the underside where Pritta's often requested him not to cut, where she stares now.
"On your feet," Kandinus says. "Come wash me."
Pritta leans off from her knees and steadies herself back onto her talons. She follows him into the double-wide shower stall, sliding the glass panel door shut as she hears Kandinus squeak on the hot water behind her. She closes her eyes and hears the spray patter in her eardrums, feels the sensation of water wetting her feathers. It's a water that stokes her flame.
She takes a bar of soap aside the stall and reaches up again to Kandinus. Water weighs down his fur and exemplifies everything underneath it as she lathers up his back. She presses her fingers deeper over his tissue with each stroke of her hands, bending her knuckles with the motion as she brushes over all his flesh. The sweat of the sun washes away under her touch.
Conditioner goes next as she lathers him from the head down, cleaning him for real, clambering high to reach all his parts as her hips sweep over his tail. She brushes through the tufts of fur between his ears, working lower over his shoulders and arms while the conditioner splashes softly over her.
The longer feathers over Pritta's arms rise higher despite the water, while Kandinus stretches his neck in circles, still turned away from her. Pritta pulls one hand back to her face to brush away the water over her eyes, but lowers her other hand further as she pulls close to his back. She presses her cheek below his shoulder.
"Master," she whispers, "is your slut allowed to make you feel any better than this?"
Kandinus twists a glance back down to her, the lower half of his expression hidden from her by his mass. A single breath escapes from his snout before he says, "When did I give you an order to service me?"
Pritta whispers, "I want the greatest night I can give you, master. I was waiting for you, too. I've waited."
"I don't offer rewards before instructions," Kandinus says.
Pritta's arms tighten. She hears her voice crack even before she says, "Your pleasure is all the reward I need. I'll give you everything you want."
Kandinus turns around all the way, Pritta pulling back to make room for his frame before her. He eyes all of her once more.
"And how are you going to give me that, bird?"
The sneer in his final word melts the last facade of normalcy over Pritta's face. She keeps staring into Kandinus even as she bends her knees once more, lowering herself completely as his body blocks her from the spray of the shower, leaving her only dripping now. She says softer, "Let me taste you until you're all I ever taste again."
She takes his shaft in both her hands, raising his cock with her fingers and breath, and stares up into a perfect golden gaze that owns her by itself.
She says, softer, "Let me make a nest for your cock as deep inside me as you can make it fit."
Kandinus lays his hand on her head, brushing over the feathers burning atop her crest, and she jitters to his touch. His eyes don't move from upon her. He says, "Let's try it."
There's a power in his tongue. A gentleness in his touch. A strength in his grip.
Pritta feels him release her from playing.
She opens her beak wide and rolls her tongue out first, sliding her face under his cock to lick all she can. The heat it radiates graces her cheeks, wetting her feathers with her own saliva as she slips herself around every inch of him.
Its entire weight presses over her head and indents itself over her crest as she settles deeper underneath, licking her tongue over his sac, guiding her beak around each ball. From where she leans, his cock is all she can see. Her visible world is his size and skin.
She braces her hands against his thighs--coiling her fingers between fur and bone--and pulls back her head to the tip of his cock, kissing it with the tip of her beak. Pritta's beak can't hurt him--its edges are rounded, soft in her embrace, but the mass of his dick feels iron between them.
She opens the widest yet, wider than she can feel, and presses herself forcibly past her own drool. Pritta's tongue can barely share the space Kandinus's cock demands as she slides them together. His cock contorts her jaw open as it goes inside.
It presses against her throat and Pritta halts, holding herself still for the pulse beating hard by her uvula. She waits as long as she can without breath, then pulls back gentler, her tongue lulling back out her beak as she rotates on the exit. She steadies the motion and twists herself left and right quicker, but can't fight his angle. It shoves against her cheeks, her roof, her tongue, and she can only bare it.
She slides back and forth, back and forth, tapping his glans against her throat again and again until she feels it even when it slides away. Her whole mind adjusts to his girth.
Pritta slides his cock back out her beak, panting now across the mess of spit she's left all over him. She peeks through a haze to his golden glory miles above her, and she sighs heavy through her breath at her vision. Kandinus approves. He's smiling at her. His beautiful lips love hers.
He pets her head again, brushing his fingers through her wet crest, loving her. Pritta leans her head into his embrace, licking him twice more as she feels her burning swell.
Kandinus brushes his thumb over the top of her face, resting his other fingers tighter. His voice rumbles as sweetly as she knows, "Are you ready to keep your promise, little slut?"
Pritta expends her power nodding. She chirps weakly, "Please."
She hangs her beak open again as the strength in her jaw fades, giving it all to him. Kandinus raises his hand to her head and grasps her completely. He leans his cock forward just an inch to settle it inside her, and Pritta feels a wholly foreign power own her mouth now as she watches the preparations for what's about to happen to her, begging herself only to keep her eyes open.
Kandinus thrusts fully in one instant, smiling gloriously as Pritta feels his cock derail into her throat. Her leather collar twinges hard around her neck, forcing a shudder down her arms as she digs involuntarily into his impregnable legs.
He grips the feathers behind her head in handfuls as he rams into them from the other side, rotating her face around his cock faster than she ever could. Pritta feels every tear spilling down her face despite the shower spray. She can trace the salt down her cheeks as they spill over Kandinus's cock, every drop getting swept up in his ignition into her gaping hole, her crying only helping to massage his reentry every second.
Her gaze widens through the haze even as she resists the imperative of her brain to escape. Her lungs beg her for air, but she waits for it to be given.
Kandinus leans back his head and Pritta sees him sigh at his proper use of her body. His fist presses her head hard again and he pauses on this thrust, twitching his cock down the middle of her esophagus. He nuzzles Pritta's beak against the base of his shaft, watching his fur tickle her nostrils as her tongue dangles helpless and desperate against his sac.
He's still not cumming. She wants to lick his balls again while she can, but her last conscious impulse is fading. Her hand slides up and knocks against his leg, begging for release through the tears squeezed from her.
Kandinus takes more of her feathers between his fingers and yanks her head back, sliding her hole off from his cock in a spatter of saliva and precum as Pritta heaves in breath. She coughs after every gasp. Her hands shake against his thighs.
The weight of one hand remains on her head, petting her again, but his other falls to her chin and lifts it, raising Pritta's cheek back against his cock as he forces her to look upon him. He says, "Slut, you interrupted me at a good part. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Pritta gasps in more air before she can answer. Blinking, she breathes, "I'm sorry...."
"And are you going to make it up to me?" Kandinus says.
Pritta's head bobs up and down in his hand. She gasps, "Yes...."
"That's right, you are," Kandinus says. "Now open your mouth and swallow my dick by yourself."
Pritta glances blearily back to his cock resting just below her eyes. The juices she's nursed are still hanging in strands from her beak, slipping down her chin, dripping warm onto her breasts. The purest fluid still leaks out the tip, drooling into her plumage.
She pulls herself back again, but Kandinus's hand remains to guide her this time. Pritta breathes harder still on his tip, but she shuts her eyes now as she pushes herself over the boiling shaft. It meets her uvula again and she doesn't stop. Her eyes force back open in fresh tears, but she doesn't stop. She presses over his cock until it widens her throat far too much, swallowing deeper, harder than when Kandinus thrusted for her.
A brand new ignition fires within her as he thumps larger yet, beating against the delicate walls between which she cherishes him.
There's no room for his cock, but she doesn't stop. Pritta's talons now tremble against the stall floor as her last strength goes to her service, deepening his glans in her nest until her beak again reaches Kandinus's fur, until all inches of his cock throb inside spaces she holds reserved for his use. Pritta keeps pressing forward, nuzzling herself again, tongue sliding over him within her mouth as she pushes her face deeper into him. She doesn't try to stop anymore.
She feels another force against the back of her head as Kandinus retakes control of her. He moves both hands to her feathers, placing his grip in symmetry as he holds her up by himself. She lowers her hands from their perch. He doesn't slide her off--he slides himself back.
Now he fucks her.
He sledges his hips into her, slamming his cock in and out faster. His hands hold her whole body steady as Pritta experiences every slap of his balls reverberating through her chin. She hears the thudding skin and the sputtering of her spit louder than the shower around them.
She swears his growing continues right until the last hammer against her face. Kandinus arches back in his last swing, lifting onto his toes and raising Pritta's body with him as he releases. Pritta's tongue feels the wave within him as it thumps her hole wider, the rush of his seed echoing and splashing down her throat.
He holds her still, his face lifted to the ceiling, gasping lightly as he settles his feet back onto the floor. Pritta's ecstasy leaks through her gaze at him the same as his thick fluids slip from her beak.
Kandinus lets her go a moment later, dropping her against the wall of the shower. Pritta coughs again, wheezing up the dregs of his semen from her tract as she lays against the tiles, knees leaning in the air, the rest of her body firing up her needs again as the sensation refocuses.
She pushes herself further up from the floor, resting herself in the corner as Kandinus leans down onto the balls of his toes, hunching his shoulders to meet her at eye level, his dick dripping by her talons as the shower patters over her again. He pats her feathers again, smoothing them from the mess of the moistures.
"Good job, bird."
Pritta's smile melts back into place as she pants, "Thank you, master."
Kandinus pushes back up onto his feet just as quick and turns around, splashing his cock clean before squeaking off the nozzle. Pritta waits dripping underneath as he steps over her, sliding open the glass door and stepping out, pulling off his towel from the bar. He takes his time without her, patting down his tuft and then scrubbing the towel down his back, letting Pritta only watch through short breaths.
Once he finishes, he tosses his towel back toward Pritta. It slaps heavy over her legs.
"You're clean enough already," he says. "Get up. We're going to bed now."
Pritta lifts herself slower back to her talons, letting the towel fall from her next to the drain. She takes a moment to steady herself, regaining her footing with effort, and looks back to Kandinus while he slips his pants back on.
She breathes in heavy before chirping, "Don't you want to keep using me?"
"I said you did fine, bird, I'm satisfied," Kandinus says.
Pritta's fire heaves as she guides her fingers lower. "No more?"
Kandinus looks back to her, but his gold is obscured now by his brow. He says, "You told me all you wanted was my satisfaction."
He steps heavier toward her, grinning despite the rumble in his tone.
"Did you just lie to me, slut?"
Pritta lifts her chin to him again, slumping her shoulders even as she raises her fingers again. She says, "It's just that I have so much more to give you. I can do better for you, master. Please give me the chance."
Kandinus nuzzles two fingers under her chin, stroking her as he pulls her closer into him. He mutters, "You can't lie to me, slut. And I know you're lying to me. You shouldn't have done that."
Pritta doesn't blink in his grip.
"Please keep using me," she whispers.
Kandinus shoves her away, sending her stumbling back against the tiles. Even while Pritta regains her footing again, Kandinus says, "Get on your hands and knees."
The cool air outside the shower is seeping into her damp feathers now, the fire in her pussy failing to warm anything outside of it, but Pritta obeys. She steps back out of the stall and presses herself back down, laying her shivering palms flat against the cold tiles. Her breath still struggles, but she remains silent as Kandinus inspects her.
He folds his arms over his naked chest and steps to his left. He kicks away all the rest of the clothes sprawled across the floor, stuffing them past the counter.
"Now walk," he says.
Pritta's chirp wavers. "I haven't dried yet--"
"Don't make me get your leash," Kandinus says.
Pritta gulps down her words with more of the semen sticking inside her beak. She urges her arms forward, shaking in the increasing cold around her beside Kandinus's feet.
She reaches the threshold of the hall panting. Pritta hears Kandinus trod behind her, matching her pace, but she doesn't look back. She feels the punishment in her skin with every step out of the bathroom.
A toe presses against her pussy and Pritta lurches to a stop, hissing a gasp through her beak as all the heat in her body pitches.
"I told you to walk, bird. Don't stop."
But his toe rubs up and down her pussy without caress. It stumbles past the fold of her vulva, prodding her before withdrawing just as fast. Pritta's limbs stay paused despite his instructions, but her arms tremble greater than from just the cold.
He pulls his toe back and thumps his whole foot against her ass, shoving her onward.
"Walk, slut."
Her hands press on through the carpet, dripping herself over the floor as each step becomes longer in her wait for his touch.
A hand slaps her clean across her asscheek, shoving her an extra step forward despite the new gasp she gives.
"Faster now. Make me wait, and I'll have to punish you more."
Pritta pushes herself on. The freezing feathers around her ass tell her exactly how much she's shaking it left and right with every motion. Her heartbeat feeds the sensation. Her collar rises and falls over her throat with every breath she's still trying to catch.
The door to her bedroom comes into sight glowing through her wet eyes. Her pussy flinches every step as it waits for his touch again, but only the sound of his trodding behind her meets it. Her whole body shakes as she crawls inside, dripping her mess across the floor, beak hanging open through desperate breathing. She can't urge her body forward anymore.
Kandinus then wraps his huge, hot arms around her waist and scoops her up effortlessly, dangling her hands by his sides before literally throwing her atop the bed. Cold air rushes past her before she collapses into the warm comforter, fresh pillows splashing her cheek, sheets tangling around her fingers.
Pritta lays perfectly still in her new bliss as the bed squeaks and the mattress indents behind her. Kandinus's knees press hard beside hers. She keeps her eyes open, but she doesn't look back.
His voice whispers over her, "Be honest with me now, bird. Don't lie to me. Tell the truth. What do you want?"
Uncontrolled through her shivers, Pritta gasps, "I want you to make me cum."
His cock presses down over her ass, nestled half-erect under her feathers. Pritta arches herself against it at an angle to be used appropriately. Kandinus only brushes a hand down her cheek. His breath mixes with hers as his face closes in by her ear.
"Ask me nicer, slut," he says.
Pritta squeezes the sheets tighter in her fingers, whimpering, "Please, master, let me be your cocksleeve tonight. I'd please like you to hold me down and fuck me as long as you can."
Kandinus keeps stroking her cheek.
"Please," Pritta says.
His breath pulls away from hers. Pritta feels him settle behind her again, all his weight pressing around her legs. Every inch of her vagina flinches as he takes hold of her ass, sliding his cock back as he lifts her body in front of it. She feels a fresh piston ready its plunge inside her.
All the water and sweat still dripping down her body boils over as she feels his cock press into her labia, a firehose ready to wash over the burning in her organs. Pritta sighs in praise to the feeling in the instant before her salvation.
And he leans his cock inside her, pushes gentle and unstoppable into the folds squeezing out of his way. His hips bump firm against her. Pritta holds her breath as he presses all the way inside her--his cock pausing only at the end of her pussy--then sighs hard as he holds himself in her as he likes.
Pritta looks back up to him. Her cheeks glow as she stares into the perfect slant of his ears over his face, his golden eyes, his lips looking back to her in a smile telling her that he's happy inside her and that she's doing so well.
She mumbles, "Welcome home, Kandinus...."
Kandinus watches her love and pulls out from her, rubbing her walls too quick for her next gasp. He thrusts back inside her even faster and Pritta moans in a way she can't hear anymore. He pulls out, then throws in, and Pritta sees stars radiating out from her own body. He pulls out, then penetrates her pussy as deep as she can feel it, and Pritta's senses dissolve into her overpowered nerves. He rocks her body back and forth to the motion of his own power, and Pritta melts down into the well of her stomach that's filling with a surge she doesn't have the strength to grasp at anymore.
She opens her beak and cries like a bird, something intangible and physical swallowing her from the inside. A molten flow rises up her spine and detonates in the center of her mind. She's coated her in an orgasm that alights all her skin at once even as the flow echoes down the rest of her body, spreading the word of her joy. The only coherent words she understands come as her brain tells her You earned this.
Her talons twitch easy over the comforter, the sensation of a warm blanket returning to her as she rationalizes the world around her. She feels the stars in her body sing one of her favorites as she learns to process sound again.
She feels used perfectly.
Kandinus slides back out and Pritta gasps gentler. The bed presses down beside her as he leans down again, saying, "Who does your body belong to?"
Pritta breathes again, then again, before she gasps, "You."
Kandinus says, "Say it again."
Pritta gasps, "I belong to you."
"Say it again."
"I belong to you, Kandinus."
"And how can I use your body?"
"However you want...."
Kandinus moves his hand over Pritta's shoulders, fur indenting her feathers as he rests her firm against the bed. Pritta watches as he pushes her ass flat over the sheets. As he positions his whole weight above her. As his cock dangles heavy, twitching higher between her asscheeks, holding them apart by itself.
Pritta sucks in her breath as he descends into her laden asshole. She can't move her gaze away under his cage, trapped in watching herself hug his cock tighter, snugger, greeting him involuntarily within her intestines.
"Tell me how it feels," Kandinus says harder, the barrels over his chest rolling with each word and thrust.
Pritta wheezes through his journey, biting herself back as she sucks him in farther. She fails to speak. The only sounds gasping out her beak are squawks and grunts, sharp breaths and louder groans.
Kandinus rubs his hand higher up her back, wrapping it under her collar. His voice juts closer to her ear again as he says, "Tell me how it feels, slut."
Pritta's lungs tremble as Kandinus thrusts her body back and forth to match his motion too deep inside her. Her mind can't figure out how to tell him what he wants to hear but for one instant, the words fumbling out over her tongue.
"Hard--green--go."
Kandinus shoves his fingers around her collar and wrests the breath out of Pritta's throat. Her fingers scramble around the sheets, out of reach to regain control over herself. Kandinus throws his cock back into her ass and plunges it open wider than she can bare without him. He shifts even more of his weight over her, crushing her helpless against the bed.
His other fingers swing down to her pussy, playing rough and sudden around her clitoris. It twitches desperately to his touch as the tidal pulse in her nerves engulfs all Pritta can feel. Her clitoris prods around the grace of his fingers, vulnerable to every sensation he puts into her, and a greater power rises in her spine even as Kandinus spreads her flat.
A thumping echoes behind her as his cock slaps her ass inside and out like a drum, a wet new song he's teaching her by force. Between every thud, he growls, "Swallow it deep, you little whore."
It's a growl that commands Pritta's sleeve to accept him. Her feathers pitch around his grasp, an empty begging scratching out from her beak as her moans squeeze below her throat. Tears obscure her sight as her body dulls the outside world. Her body sways to his directions.
Then a single holy note rings through her spine and chimes above. Pritta sees the light. Held tight, she cums.
A wider thumping in her ass follows as a thousand pounds settle over her and Kandinus sprawls his semen inside her. His cock holds on seconds more, waiting for the end to a different song that she's not allowed to hear, before squeezing back out of her smallest spaces.
Her lungs heave in breath as his fingers leave her throat. Kandinus lifts himself off her as Pritta coughs for her life again, physically given back to her. She raises her hands to her neck, every breath given back painful and grateful, rolling onto her back.
The ceiling greets her to a spinning kaleidoscope as her chest pitches. She's covered in sweat, cum, and water mixed together in ways she can't figure out right now. She feels it all again, but she can't comprehend it. Her tears have cleared, but her sight remains foggy.
Then Kandinus's hand pats gently over hers.
Pritta looks to her right and sees him staring into her eyes with a glow of sweat and sweet joy. He intertwines his fingers with hers.
"Welcome home, gorgeous. How'd temple go?"
Pritta's chest glides gentler even as she still breathes heavy. She snuggles her cheek closer into the pillow they're sharing and says, "I don't remember anymore."
Kandinus shuffles his shoulder closer and leans in to her, pecking her on the beak. Pritta leans in with him and they kiss.
"You were amazing," Kandinus mutters. "Thank you for being so spectacular. I love you so much."
"I love you, too," Pritta says. "I'm so glad you're home."
Kandinus nestles one hand under his head and brushes her hip with the other. He says, "You hungry? I brought back an escargot recipe I think you'll really enjoy. I want to make it for you."
Pritta nudges herself closer to him, nestling her crest against his acres of fur. "I want you to stay right here."
Kandinus rests his bicep easy over her arm and settles in by her, stroking her feathers. They close their eyes together. Pritta pushes him off a second later, however, as she shoves off from the bed and says, "While I use the bathroom. I have to pee right now."
Kandinus pop upright just as fast. "Can I join you?"
Pritta pauses before the hall as she smooths her feathers, still dripping naked at the threshold. She looks back to Kandinus. His tail wags back and forth over the sheets.
"Please?" he says.
Pritta smiles and lifts one hand to him. She beckons.