Birds of Prey - Bisexual Edition

"M-more," she whispered, reaching down and gripping his wrists as if to prevent him from pulling away. The feather sheaths on her forearms wrapped around him, tightening to the point that they left welts in his skin.

He didn't see a reason to hold back any longer, and so he found a slow, punishing rhythm. He gripped her hips and used the leverage to pull her light frame into him, sliding her along his shaft, the dull thud when he bottomed out inside of her making her quiver and whine. He could actually see himself moving beneath her skin, a subtle bump appearing below her navel when she took him to the hilt, only visible due to the heavy shadow in the room.

"Harder," she growled, the grip of her feather sheaths tightening around his wrists like manacles. She snaked her thick tail up between his legs and curled it around his butt, applying more force to his thrusts with surprising strength.

Their flesh slapped together with an audible clap, her flowing juices oozing around his shaft as he filled her to capacity, leaving it nowhere else to go. She released his wrists, running her fingers across his chest and belly as he moved atop her, admiring his body.

"Your skin is so wet," she mumbled, "so smooth and hot..."

She reached up as high as she could and licked his throat, tasting the salt, his sudor raining down on her scaly figure with every rock of his hips. She seemed more relaxed now, she had gotten used to having him splitting her open, lying in the pillows as she watched him covetously and basked in the sensations.

She whined with disappointment as he pulled out of her, leaving her empty and wanting, her copious fluids clinging to his cock in a thick rope of clear goo. Before she could complain, he roughly flipped her over onto her front and pulled her backwards a little, taking advantage of the pillows to put her face down and ass up in the pile. It gave him an inviting view of her plump hindquarters, her round, toned ass jiggling subtly as she settled into her new position. Her elastic flesh was already attempting to return her gaping hole to its usual size, thick strings of her lubricating juices dangling between her parted thighs, breaking to soak the cushions beneath. Her chubby tail was in the way, and he gave it a gentle slap with the back of his hand.

"Raise your tail," he grumbled.

"Excuse me?" Coza snapped, turning to look back at him over her shoulder. It seemed that his request wasn't a polite one in Valbaran culture, it had even snapped her out of her fugue. Perhaps it had negative connotations in their language. He wasn't in the mood for apologies, however. Not with that round ass and her flushed, leaking sex staring him in the face. He took it in his hand and lifted it, Coza gasping in a blend of outrage and lust. For all of her venom, she didn't so much as protest as he rammed his cock back into her, the exquisite walls of her passage welcoming him warmly.

"You brute," she groaned, burying her face in a nearby pillow to muffle her unbecoming vocalizations as he began to rock her little body again. Her rear was so soft and cushiony, rippling like the surface of a lake when it slapped against his belly, and he sank a hand into her yielding meat as he kept the other clasped securely around her hip for purchase. He pressed her deep into the pile with his weight, making sure that she could appreciate it, he wanted her to feel overpowered.

When he drove his member into her reaches, it slid against her clitoris at a new angle, Coza taking one of the pillows in her arms and biting into it with her sharp teeth as she endured the pleasure.

"P-pull my sheaths," she moaned, and he reached down with one hand to grab the two tentacles that protruded from the back of her skull. Like taking the reins of a horse, he pulled her head back and up, Coza forced to stare at the ceiling as he fucked her. Her tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth, her back arching as the wet, lurid sounds of their frenzied coupling reached his ears. He was rutting like an animal, he couldn't remember the last time that he had felt like this, soaked in sweat and driven by angry desire.

Their mating reached a fever pitch, her moans growing louder, Coza no longer able to muffle them with the pillow. Jaeger too felt like he was on his last legs. His muscles burned, and his erection ached. Even human stamina had its limits, after all. That ache was slowly morphing into a pleasure of frightening intensity, however. A tingling sensation that was growing in his extremities, spreading through his body. He tried to stave off his burgeoning orgasm, he was enjoying this too much to cut it short, but the ceaseless wringing of her muscular little passage was having none of it.

He pulled her up by her sheaths, bringing her into range of his arms and closing them around her, enveloping her small body almost entirely in damp biceps and grasping fingers. She yelped in surprise as he pressed her tight against his body, his member bulging her stomach more noticeably at this angle, her eyes rolling back into her head. A string of drool escaped her scaly lips as he pummeled her sensitive nub with a few final, savage thrusts, before his climax burned through his body like a wildfire.

He filled her with a single spurt, the hot, gluey fluid pouring down her inner thighs as it was forced out of her. There was just nowhere else for it to go. He continued to thrust even as his throbbing cock pumped her full of his ejaculate, compelled by primal lust, his body seeming to move under its own power as his conscious mind was fogged with euphoria. She writhed in his arms, not trying to escape, but bucking and twitching as she was lost in the throes of her own orgasm. She clawed at his forearms, her tail coiling tightly around one of his legs, the wringing of her tunnel only driving him on. It was like they were locked in a feedback loop of ecstasy, every tremor and throb felt by both parties, feeding into one another.

Just when the pleasure became too much to stand, when Jaeger began to fear that an end might not come, his spasming finally ceased. He held Coza there for a moment longer, suspended in the air, the both of them breathing like they had just run a marathon as thick wads of his emission sloughed from her splayed loins. He gently lowered her down onto the pillows, her eyes closed tightly as a few residual tremors rocked her, his come pouring from her opening like a faucet as her contractions pushed it out of her.

He fell to his knees, then lay down on his back as he enjoyed the deep satisfaction, warm pleasure washing over him like a tide.

"Well, if she had to be conquered by aliens, at least it was on her terms," Ayau chuckled as she crawled over to Jaeger and draped an arm across his chest. Maza and Xico joined him too, forming another pile, Maza listening to his heart as her head rose and fell along with his chest.

Coza seemed to come to, gazing back at the flock with a flutter of embarrassed purple. Her inner thighs were drenched in sticky, clumpy semen, it was congealing on her fine scales. Eventually, she gave in, rising to her hands and knees unsteadily and crawling over to him. She planted her head on his belly, her arm draped over his thigh as she closed her eyes and seemed to drift in and out of sleep, so relaxed now that she could scarcely stay awake. It was a far cry from the nervous, pleading state that she had been in earlier, and he hoped that he had succeeded in taking her mind off the impending invasion.

With all of the aliens draped across him, Ayau once again playing with his hair and Maza looking up at him adoringly, he was actually starting to feel like a real member of their flock. There was a sense of belonging, as if being separated from them at this point would be jarring and painful. He had grown so used to having them around, he had gotten to know them so...intimately. Even Coza had changed her tune and was now sleeping with her head on his stomach. He dared to reach down and run his fingers across her snout and down between her sheaths, stroking her scales, the fearsome alien mumbling contentedly in her sleep.

"I think that even Coza wants to keep you now," Ayau giggled, "I've never seen her sleep so soundly."

Jaeger noticed that one member of the flock was conspicuously absent, however. Tacka was still lounging on the far side of the room, watching them from a safe distance. Maza anticipated his question before he had time to ask it.

"She'll come when she's ready," she explained. "It sometimes takes her a little while to warm up to boys, and you are an especially large boy."

"Hey, if I can win over Coza, then I can win over anybody."

"Tacka is a little...particular," Maza continued, turning her head to look over at her friend.

"How so?"

"She usually likes to watch for a while, then she takes her fill."

'Takes her fill'? That didn't sound like the behavior of a meek and reserved creature at all. A flutter of blue caught his eye, and he looked over at Yaotl, who was now sitting up and staring longingly at Coza's prone figure. Jaeger had almost forgotten about their second guest in the heat of the moment, and he felt a pang of shame. He had stolen the little male's mate right out from under him.

He was not the only one who had noticed the lone male, however. Tacka too had turned her eyes on him. She slowly stood up, making her way over to Yaotl. She wasn't merely walking, she was stalking, her posture slightly hunched and her tail held out as straight as a rod behind her for balance. She flashed the feathers on her forearms, sending signals to her flock, more complex and nuanced than the simple emotional tells.

"Uh...what's she doing?" Jaeger asked, and Maza just chuckled at him.

"She's hunting him."

"Hunting him? Why?"

"That's just the way she likes to do things."

"Should we be worried?"

Tacka's head was perfectly level as she made her way towards him, like it was gyroscopically stabilized, her violet eyes fixed intently on him with their round pupils. She looked like a tiger preparing to pounce, the sharp claws on her toes twitching as if she couldn't wait to plunge them into his flesh. She moved silently, unblinking, signaling to her flock.

They rose to their feet to join her, even Coza waking from her nap, the aliens like a pack of wolves as they closed in around the frightened male. Jaeger followed after them, wondering where this was going.

"What's she saying?" he asked, watching the complex feather dance. It reminded him of what he had seen when they had ventured outside of the wall, into the territory of the fearsome Teth'rak, the group of aliens sharing information and communicating without making a sound that might give them away.

"She's signaling for us to surround him. In the context of hunting, specifically," Ayau explained. They proceeded to do just that, Tacka sneaking up behind Yaotl as her flock took up position around him, like a pride of lions about to take down a wildebeest. The little male looked afraid. His glorious feathers were flaring in a display of apprehension, and yet there was a hint of pink in there too, which Jaeger had come to associate with arousal. He was so meek, practically cowering before the females, his head bowed deferentially as his peacock-like feathers bobbed in the air.

Tacka was the first to make her move. In a flash, her pointed teeth were at his jugular. But instead of a bite, Jaeger watched her smooth tongue rake Yaotl's throat. She licked and nuzzled, kissing him, pinching his skin lightly and mouthing with her scaly lips. Perhaps there was more to their odd way of kissing than he had initially assumed. Could it be somehow related to hunting? Maybe there was something symbolic about exposing one's weak points to a partner and allowing their jaws to come so close? It sent pleasant shivers rolling down the male's spine, low warbles and hisses escaping his lips as she gently scratched his chest with her clawed hands.

Her pointed teeth pressed against his throat as she bit him softly, not applying enough pressure to break the skin, but just enough that he could feel it. The male still looked afraid, but he obviously enjoyed the sensation, leaning back into her as her other hand slid down his smooth abdomen.

Jaeger could see his anatomy in greater detail now, Yaotl's clothes long since discarded, his nude body on display. He looked almost identical to the females, save for a few distinct features. It was perhaps to be expected. After all, these were aliens, he wouldn't have had an easier time telling a male and female bird or lizard apart at a glance either.

There were the opulent feathers, and the slightly shorter snout, along with the Valbaran makeup and jewelry that he still wore. There was what looked like mascara around his eyes, darkening the scales, making his violet irises pop. There was the jeweled chain that hung about his forehead, and the necklace that he wore, which seemed design to draw attention to his slender neck. That area of their anatomy certainly seemed to be an erogenous zone to the aliens, perhaps it was the equivalent of wearing a pendant that drew the eyes to the cleavage, or piercing one's navel.

Besides that, he had the hourglass waist and the wide hips of the females, the curvy figure of the Valbarans was not unique to the fairer sex it seemed. His thighs were just as thick and muscled, with that layer of doughy fat that made them so irresistible to the touch. There were no breasts on his chest, no nipples either, it seemed that nature had not repeated that oversight a second time on this planet. His torso was flat and smooth, and as Maza had described back in the lounge, his fine scales were impeccably clean and shiny. He looked like a buffed sports car, his waxed body reflecting the light in the room to the point that it made him look slimy. He was probably wet too, the humidity in the air seemed to cling to the aliens, keeping them moist.

Tacka slid her fingers down Yaotl's lightly muscled stomach, her hand sneaking between his thighs, and Jaeger saw what a Valbaran penis looked like for the first time.

There was a horizontal slit between his legs that resembled a sideways vagina, and from it emerged a mass of pink flesh, inflating like a balloon as the alien became more aroused. It was unlike anything that Jaeger had ever seen, he wouldn't have even recognized it as a reproductive organ if he hadn't known what it was beforehand. It had two distinct glans that were joined about half way down the shaft, the two tapered ends branching off in a Y-shape. It looked like a single organ that had been partially split in half. The shaft, or shafts, were not entirely smooth, but rather covered in subtle lumps and what looked like they might be atrophied spines or barbs. Perhaps the backward-facing hooks might have been used to anchor the males to the females during copulation at some point in their evolutionary history, but now, they didn't look like they served much of a purpose. They were too small and dull to do anything besides provide some extra stimulation. The organ, or maybe organs, were a rosy pink in color that shifted into a deeper red towards the dual glans. There was a hint of purple vein there too, and it was noticeably paler at the root where it vanished into the slit. The bright colors made it look oddly like a popsicle.

Tacka cupped her hand around it, holding it in her palm, Yaotl shivering at her touch. It was apparently very sensitive, fairly flexible too, softer than the human equivalent. The females closed in on Tacka's command, her feathers flashing in a new pattern, and the little male was quickly surrounded by grasping hands and probing tongues. He looked completely overwhelmed, but Jaeger had to keep reminding himself that this was normal behavior for them, one male to half a dozen females was the status quo. They grabbed his thighs, the base of his tail, running their hands across his chest and belly as he squirmed. They jostled for space around his neck, kissing and nuzzling as Jaeger tried to get his head around the concept of being kissed by five women at the same time.

They parted after a moment, Tacka holding the trembling creature by the back of his neck, the feather sheath on her forearm coiling around his throat as she walked him towards Jaeger. Yaotl was a little short, even by Valbaran stands, at full height the top of his head barely reached Jaeger's chest. Tacka pushed him forwards, his snout bumping against Jaeger's damp body, and the alien glanced up at him. He batted his eyes, a submissive gesture, as Jaeger had only recently learned. It was just like back in the examination room at the hospital, the little male almost seemed afraid of him. Before long, Yaotl turned his eyes downwards, trying to avoid the human's gaze. But instead, he was met with his growing erection.

Yaotl faltered, perhaps not understanding what he was seeing, as confused and as awed by the alien organ as the females had been. Jaeger wasn't sure what Tacka wanted from him, why she was forcing the two of them together, and he looked over the little male's pink feather display to shoot her a questioning glance. He noticed that the other members of the flock had now surrounded the both of them, alien hands stroking him as they boxed him in, Ayau pressing her fluffy body up against him as she watched the two males excitedly. Coza was nuzzling Yaotl's neck, a hand wrapped around his narrow waist possessively, glancing up at Jaeger as if attempting to entice him.

"Do you like him?" Ayau chirped, glancing between the two. The excitable little alien couldn't contain herself, she was practically bouncing on the spot.

He turned his head to look down at Maza, who was leaning against him from the right, one of her hands resting tantalizingly close to his groin. He could usually rely on her to be cool-headed and to make a little more sense than the others.

"Uh, Maza? What's going on?" he asked.

"Well...two boys in the same bedroom, with the same flock," she began. Then she hesitated, seeming worried for a moment. "Do Earth'nay not...oh, perhaps we have made a wrong assumption?"

A lightbulb switched on in his head, and he suddenly realized what she was saying. Of course, when he and Maza had been discussing the courting habits of their respective species, she had said that the idea of having more than one male in a bedroom together was a decadent one. It had been an erroneous assumption, she hadn't understood that humans were primarily monogamous at the time, but now he saw the implication.

He had never complained about Yaotl's presence, and the alien had been receptive towards him, submissive. Even from their first meeting at the hospital, Yaotl had been unable to maintain eye contact, always averting his gaze and batting his lashes. It was flirting by Valbaran standards. Humans had masculine Valbaran traits, the stunted snout, and the smooth skin, for example. But they also had feminine traits. Jaeger was taller, stronger, and more heavily muscled than any Valbaran that had ever lived. All qualities that the aliens associated with females. It might make him strangely attractive to a male of their race.

Perhaps Jaeger's lack of protest when they had all entered the same bedroom together had been taken by the females as unspoken consent, he had gone to bed with all of them, and he had not made a fuss about the inclusion of the other male. He had to think about things from their perspective, using their logic. After all, if he somehow managed to get two women into bed with him, would he not expect them to engage with one another as well as with him? Would he not see their presence as an implicit expression of their attraction to one another?

He felt a little guilty for a moment. Everyone here was onboard besides him, they were all waiting expectantly, he didn't want to ruin their evening by rejecting Yaotl. He looked the alien up and down, trying to figure out what to do next. The more he drank in the contours of the male's body, the less out of his element he began to feel. He had never considered sleeping with another man, not seriously, in any case. But this creature bore almost no resemblance to what he considered male.