Birds of Prey - Bisexual Edition

"And what technical background do you have, exactly?" he asked.

"Uh...flight engineer..."

"I see."

She pulled back his foreskin to expose his glans fully, gazing at his shining head with what could only be described as lust. She bit her scaly lip, then wet them with her pink tongue, beginning a slow and rhythmic stroking. He didn't know what a Valbaran penis looked like exactly, but the shape and texture of his member seemed to encourage the alien to run her hands up and down it, tracing the protruding veins with the tips of her dull claws. She was focused on it so intently, her nose not an inch from the tip as she watched it jump and pulse. A bead of his excitement leaked out, and she opened her mouth, her flexible tongue snaking out to lap at the clear fluid.

It was like wet velvet, a shiver running up his spine and making his head spin as her damp flesh dragged across his tender glans. She noted his reaction, her feathers puffing up in a rosy shade of pink. It could be the Valbaran equivalent of a blush, or it could be a more overt display of arousal, he wasn't entirely sure yet.

"The subject responds strongly to stimulation," she whispered, "his fluids taste salty..."

"He likes it," Ayau chimed in from somewhere above his head, "lick him again..."

Her tongue was not very wide, but it was long and agile, the tip tapered into a point. It was about the same length as her snout, maybe eight or nine inches long and scarcely one inch wide. As she opened her jaws to reveal her rows of needle-like teeth, he felt a pang of apprehension. That toothy maw was not suited to oral sex, not even slightly. As she lowered her snout down towards his member, she was careful to keep her teeth clear of him, coiling her slippery tongue around his shaft as she breathed warm air on it.

Xico couldn't suck, but she could certainly lick, her dexterous tongue flicking across his glans and painting his shaft with her viscous saliva as he struggled to keep from bucking. It was death by a thousand cuts, every glance sending a jolt ecstasy tearing through him, fireworks exploding in his brain. She kept up her stroking all the while, pumping her little hands up and down his length, her touch made slick and warm by her spit.

"Does it feel good?" Ayau chirped, her eager face appearing above him as she looked down at his reddening cheeks. "You're going all pink."

"Yeah," he said, his eyelids drooping as Xico swirled her tongue around his tip.

He felt Ayau release him from her grasp, the excitable alien quickly stripping off her clothes and draping herself over him, giving him a kind of upside-down hug as she rubbed her scaly cheek on his belly. Her thighs were to the right of his head, her arms wrapped around his chest as she nuzzled and giggled.

"You're so big! So smooth!"

Her entire body was coated in downy proto-feathers, save for her hands, her lower legs, and her face. It was so fluffy, it really did feel like fur, tickling his naked skin as she brushed against him. He could feel her breasts as they squashed against his chest, those too coated in a layer of feathery down the same beige color as her exposed scales. He felt her nibble and lick softly, their version of a kiss, her tongue flicking into his navel as Xico kept up her maddening investigations.

Ayau swung one of her legs over his face, the base of her fluffy tail resting on his forehead as she pushed her loins up against his chin, her upper body still lying on his chest like he was a giant inflatable pool animal.

"Do me too," she said, patting his forehead with her tail as if she needed to get his attention. "Like you did for Maza'xol'natuih, make me feel good too."

He raised his hands and sank them into her ass, feeling her muscles tense, and hearing her coo excitedly as he delved his fingers into her velvety flesh. Just like Maza, her rump was packed with springy muscle. He could have bounced a penny off her butt, and it was all cloaked in a layer of inviting fat that was as squishy as memory foam. Ayau had her feather covering too, it felt like the feathers that you might find on a baby bird or the ones that were used to stuff pillows. It gave her an extra layer of softness, the sensation so novel and strange that he couldn't help but comb it with his digits as he kneaded her round cheeks.

She closed her thighs around his face, her tail draped over his head, giving him little choice other than to take in her feminine scent. There was still that wet leather smell, but there was something a little thicker there too. It reminded him of sinking his face into his ex's hair after she had just gotten out of the shower, the aromas of soaps and the natural scent of her body mingling.

Ayau's mound wasn't bald and scaly, it was surrounded by fluffy feathers, already damp and matted with her leaking anticipation. It was far softer and more delicate than pubic hair, however. It felt pleasant against his cheeks as he pressed forward and dragged his tongue between her lips. He gripped her ass as she shivered, resting her head on his stomach as he began to lick, he could feel her breath on his cock even as Xico massaged it.

"Oh, that feels good," Ayau whined. "You have to try this, Xico'hte'otl, it's so smooth and warm..." Her friend didn't reply, still transfixed by his erection. "Does it taste good?" Ayau asked, Jaeger shuddering as he felt a second tongue glance his shaft. "His skin is salty. It's smooth though, damp, he has no scales." She rubbed her cheek on his belly again, apparently enjoying the texture of his skin as much he enjoyed her feathery covering. "I think we should keep him, he won't get tired out like a Val'ba'ra'nay male."

"Keep me?" Jaeger asked, his voice muffled by her rump.

"Don't slow down," she grumbled, leaning back so that she was sitting on his face and cutting off his complaints. She wriggled to get comfortable, kneading one of her furry breasts with her hand as she planted the other on his chest for balance, her tangy fluids leaking down his cheeks and making her downy feathers stick to his skin.

Maza seemed to have recovered enough strength to join in again, Jaeger hearing her chuckle as he felt another hand on his member.

"It feels so alive," she muttered, Jaeger unable to see her due to the feathery butt that was currently occupying his field of view. "It's always throbbing and flexing, what do you think it would feel like inside of you?"

"It would certainly be an...enlightening experience," Xico replied, pausing her clumsy blowjob for a moment so that she could speak.

Jaeger kept up his licking, Ayau squirming occasionally as he teased her satin folds, pushing his tongue deep inside her as he had done for Maza. Her tail waved back and forth in an almost absent-minded fashion, tickling his forehead as her downy plumage brushed it. He couldn't keep his hands off her ass and thighs, the chiseled muscle shifting beneath the pudgy fat in a way that he found irresistible.

Xico's tongue was joined by Maza's, he could feel her resting her weight on his hip as she leaned forward to reach his shaft, her pink organ snaking out of her jaws to stroke his skin. If she was bothered by the presence of her friend's bubbling saliva, she didn't show it, the aliens certainly had very intimate relationships within their flock. He bucked as his brain sparked and fizzed, the presence of two tongues and two pairs of hands doubling the intensity of the sensations, like his nerves had been kicked into overdrive. There was so much warmth and wetness, the two Valbarans kneading and massaging as they coated his skin with flurries of licks and scaly kisses. An orgasm was boiling up inside him like a volcano threatening to erupt, he couldn't take much more of it.

The aliens seemed to notice that his rump was rising from the mattress, his muffled breathing becoming ragged, and his thrusting irregular. Ayau shifted, he felt her little hands rest on his belly as she leaned closer, laughing excitedly as she added her own tongue to the collective effort. Every delicate stroke of that wet, velvet flesh against his tender organ made his head spin. One of them was sneaking the tapered tip of their tongue beneath his foreskin and circling, it felt divine, it was enough to make his toes curl.

"He's close," Ayau chuckled, the energetic little alien seeming to see the whole encounter as a kind of game. "I wonder what will happen when he..."

Someone cupped his balls in their hands, another dragging the flat of their tongue across the sensitive spot beneath his glans, his climax surging forth like a dam breaking. There was a jolt of pleasure so intense that it forced his eyes closed, the muscles in his abdomen contracting as they forced a thick, cloudy rope of his emission from his body. His member bounced and jumped, the aliens pulling back in alarm, save for Xico who he had to assume was observing intently. He could still feel her crouched between his thighs, even if all that he could see was Ayau's rear.

The searing pleasure made him see stars, his body pumping out hot wads of his ejaculate, falling to cling to his thighs and belly as the aliens let it flow. When he eventually relaxed back down onto the mattress, the involuntary spasming of his hips ceasing, Ayau slid off his face. She was snickering to herself, clearly amused by something, and Jaeger wiped her juices from his mouth as he propped himself up on his elbows.

Xico was perched between his parted thighs, her hands resting around his still twitching cock, her face and chest draped in gelatinous strands of his pearly semen. There had been a lot of it, he hadn't exactly had much time to relieve himself lately, and her small stature only enhanced the effect. It almost looked like someone had taken a pastry bag full of frosting to her.

He began to apologize, then stopped, watching as she caught one of the dangling strings that were hanging from her snout with her tongue. She ran a finger through the clumps that were sticking to her scaly chest, smearing them, pulling her hand away and watching the sagging rope that it created break and fall to her thighs. Ayau was laughing, and Maza was lying at his side, smirking at him.

Xico met his gaze with drooping eyelids, bringing her finger to her mouth as gravity made the mess slowly slide down her flat belly, a lingering pulse of pleasure tearing through Jaeger's afterglow at the lurid sight.

"Impressive...volume," she muttered, struggling to maintain her facade of clinical detachment. "It's so thick and...hot..."

"Imagine what that would feel like welling up inside of you," Ayau muttered, chewing on one of her claws as she gazed at Xico. She shuffled closer to her, scraping some of the mess from Xico's modest bust, the alien shivering as her companion's finger glanced her nipple. She let it dangle, watching it wobble, Jaeger still at full mast.

"It's sticky," Xico warned in a breathy voice that betrayed her arousal, "don't get it on your feathers."

He noticed that both Tacka and Coza were watching from afar. The former seemed to be keeping her distance, while Coza was apparently done with the hapless Yaotl, who was buried in a pile of cushions save for his tail and his feet. She was lying on her side now, watching with a hint of jealousy in her reptilian eyes. The aliens really didn't have any stamina when it came to lovemaking.

"Which one of us is going to try first?" Ayau asked, glancing at his erection. He knew what she meant, Jaeger was so much larger than they were that actual penetration might be very difficult, if not impossible. He was actually surprised that the aliens were willing to attempt it at all.

"Hang on, I need some downtime," Jaeger said. "Give me ten minutes."

"Good, then you have time to finish me off," Ayau purred. She leapt into the air like a pouncing tiger, landing with her clawed feet to either side of his head, then she crouched and brought her still dripping loins into range of his mouth. Her long tail was draped across his chest, tickling his skin as it waved back and forth. She took handfuls of his hair, guiding his lips towards hers, shivering contentedly as he closed his hands around her butt and resumed his ardent licking. He took his time, tracing every crease and fold of her sex, slow and devoted.

When she was wet enough that her juices were dripping down his chin, his slid a finger inside her, the alien trembling and closing her thighs around his face as he brushed the sensitive bud of flesh in the depths of her tunnel that Maza had introduced him to. She ground her hips against his digit, her muscles wringing him, her pace becoming desperate and clumsy as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Maza and Xico were nearby, watching their friend's shivering frame as she came.

The feathery Valbaran loosed a pained whine, then fell off him, curling up on the mattress beside his head as she trembled and cooed. Just like when Maza had climaxed, Ayau's feather sheaths went wild, flashing nonsensical colors and patterns like a broken computer monitor. She curled herself up almost into a ball, her eyes shut tightly and her hands moving between her closed thighs, riding the waves of her orgasm for as long as she could prolong it. After a solid minute of twitching and mumbling, she finally relaxed, uncurling to lie on her back on the bed as she caught her breath.

She looked so cute that Jaeger could scarcely help himself, rolling over onto his side and wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled her tight against his body, her feathers sticking to his damp skin, the little alien giggling as he buried his face in her fluffy neck and approximated their odd way of kissing. He slid his free hand across her belly and chest, combing her downy covering with his fingers and kneading her breasts, like stress balls in his oversized hands. She rubbed her scaly snout in his hair as he nuzzled her neck and shoulder, apparently delighted by the attention, and he felt a few aftershocks rock her beleaguered body.

"We're definitely keeping him," she sighed, rubbing her feathery rump against his renewed erection. He gripped her hips, the soft feathers tickling him, his every instinct demanding that he thrust his member between those round cheeks and bury it to the hilt.

"What's the matter, spaceman?" Ayau cooed. "Want to put that big thing inside me and fill me up with your slime?"

"Something like that," he grumbled, and she laughed at his obvious frustration. "Looks like Maza'xol'natuih might want to try and make it work..."

He looked up, releasing the giggling alien from his grasp as Maza walked towards him. She planted her feet to either side of his hips, a trickle of her excitement already sliding down her inner thigh. Her feathers were puffed up in pink, and her little chest was pumping, her breasts shaking enticingly with the motion. Xico too had crawled closer, she had cleaned herself off on a cushion it seemed, but there was still some obscene residue clinging to her snout and her belly. She looked ready for a show, her eyes wide as she waited with bated breath.

"I want to try," Maza said, staring down at him with those unblinking eyes. "Try not to buck, or you might...you know...kill me..."

He watched as she splayed her pink opening with her two fingers, a droplet of her juices falling to wet his erection as she slowly lowered herself down towards it. Jaeger didn't know if this was going to work, but he wasn't about to tell her to stop. The prospect of feeling those impossibly soft, tight walls enclosing his most sensitive anatomy had his heart beating like a drum, and she knew her limitations far better than he did.

Maza crouched over him, the two of them sucking in a gasp of air in unison as her rosy, satin flesh met his swollen glans. She was fever-hot, so wet that it dribbled down his shaft, his tip pressing against her tiny opening. She was trembling, perhaps from fear or arousal, or a combination of the two.

"Go slow," Xico warned, "take your time..."

Ayau was lying prone beside him, her eyes following Maza's mound as it gradually slid over the head of his penis. A force like an angry fist gripped him, Maza wincing as his member opened her up, her fleshy walls parting as they rippled and clenched. It was like her body was fighting him for every millimeter, yet her insides were drenched in her syrupy fluids, their texture like the most luxurious silk as they raked across his exposed glans. Harsh, raw pleasure coursed through him, and he dug his fingers into the mattress beneath him as he struggled to keep still.

"Oh, she got the tip in!" Ayau exclaimed.

Maza paused, resting her hands on her knees as she gave herself time to grow accustomed to the feeling of having him inside her. She wrapped her flexible tail around the base, using it to guide him as she resumed her downward crawl.

The sensation was incredible, it felt like there was no barrier between them, as if their very nerves were linking together so that they might share the wonderful pleasures. His every twitch made her shiver, and each minute shift and spasm of her passage made him groan in turn. It was the absolute limit of what either of them could take, the borderline, their bodies so different as to be almost incompatible. Almost...

"Fuck," he snarled, his abdominal muscles clenching as she slid an entire inch of him inside her in one smooth motion. Her mouth opened in a silent wail, her feathers fluttering in that colorful, irregular pattern that he had seen when she had climaxed. "A-are you alright?" he stammered.

She held up a finger, gesturing for him to be quiet, her eyes closed as she shivered silently.

"I think...I just came a little," she muttered.

He winced as she slid a bit further down, her loins sucking on him, muscle spasms rolling up his shaft in waves as if her body was trying to drag him deeper. If it hadn't been for the copious amount of lubrication that she was producing, he doubted if he could even have gotten this much inside of her.

Maza reached the halfway point, pausing again to catch her breath. When she moved down an inch further, he felt his glans brush something in her deepest reaches. It was her clitoris, or their equivalent of one, at least. He could feel the firm nub of flesh as his member squashed it against the roof of her tunnel. Maza shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head and her knees quivering, her legs very nearly giving out.

When her gaze once again met his, it was dripping with palpable lust, reason thrown to the wind as the sensation wracked her little body. She crouched, taking him all the way to the base in one motion, her juices forced from her passage to wet his belly and thighs as his swollen member filled her to capacity. She planted her hands on his stomach to support herself, quivering as her feathers flashed in nonsensical patterns and shades, impaled on his cock as it flexed and jumped inside her. He wasn't all that well endowed, but he was already bottoming out inside Maza. He could feel the way that her delicate insides were parting, he was splitting her open, his tip kissing the reaches of her tunnel. He could sense the beating of her heart, the pulsing of her blood, and the rippling of her muscles through the cushiony membrane of her vaginal walls. Her clawed fingers dug into his damp skin to leave red welts, Maza holding onto him as though her life depended on it.

She stayed like that for a minute, almost afraid to move, her tail coiling around one of his legs for purchase as if she thought that she might float away. Slowly, cautiously, she began to rock her wide hips back and forth. She wasn't rising and falling on his shaft, she was keeping it locked inside her as she ground against it, pushing forwards and backwards. It was like she was trying to scratch an itch, rubbing his thick shaft against her sweet spot. He could feel the little bead scraping against his glans, her slimy tunnel clenching around him with every thrust. She was milking him ruthlessly, the contractions rolling from his base to the tip in waves, like a throat swallowing around him.