Birds of Prey - Bisexual Edition

Yaotl had smooth, flawless skin that was as soft as silk. He was tiny in comparison to Jaeger, and he had the hourglass figure of a pin-up model. He had the same round, firm ass as the females, the same plump thighs and wide hips. He moved in the same way, graceful and lithe. If anything, some of his features were even more feminine than those of the females. His mascara-like paint was enticing, his jewelry tasteful and suggestive, his demeanor comely and acquiescent.

This damned planet was screwing with his head, his concepts of sexuality and gender roles were being scrambled, yet he could always rely on his instincts to set him straight. Yes, he was attracted to this creature. Did that mean something? Did it matter at all, or was he just overthinking everything?

Yaotl reached out and planted a gentle hand on his hip, then glanced up at him with those reflective eyes, pleading. Jaeger could see the hunger in them, the desire. This alien might be feeling as confused as Jaeger was, but he had made up his mind already.

"Please...tell me how I might please you, Earth'nay," he whispered.

That was all the convincing that Jaeger needed, a fire igniting in his belly as he reached down to run his hands across Yaotl's buffed scales. The females chirped excitedly as he tugged the little male against him, pressing him up against his torso, his erection brushing against the Valbaran's flat belly. Jaeger slid his hands down his back, tracing the curve of his spine, and he leaned down to take a generous handful of his butt. Yaotl was softer than the females, less muscular, his supple flesh spilling between Jaeger's fingers as he kneaded. The little alien buried his face in Jaeger's chest, nuzzling against his wet skin, both a show of affection and an attempt to conceal his embarrassment. He seemed afraid to touch the human in return, perhaps waiting for permission, his hands resting awkwardly at his sides.

Jaeger's sudden lust for the little creature surprised even himself. He couldn't keep his hands off him, his flesh was even more malleable than that of the flock, and his scales were polished so smooth that they might have been mistaken for glass. Every grab and squeeze elicited an adorable whine or yelp, Yaotl trembling like a leaf in his arms, his breath blowing against Jaeger's stomach as his little chest pumped.

"They like each other," Ayau whispered, her eyelids drooping and her feathers flashing in pink as she watched Yaotl shiver in Jaeger's arms. All of the females had similar expressions on their faces. To them, this was the equivalent of a group of guys watching two women go at it, and even on Valbara, that didn't seem like a common occurrence.

Tacka was still gripping Yaotl by the neck, and she slowly began to force him down, pushing him into a crouching position with obvious intent. The alien licked and kissed as he went, sliding his tongue across Jaeger's salty skin, paying special attention to his abdominal muscles as he mouthed gently. When Tacka was done, he was crouching at head-height to Jaeger's prominent erection, swallowing conspicuously as he took in its shape and size. It pulsed softly in time with Jaeger's heartbeat, bouncing in the air as it bumped against the alien's snout.

Tacka leaned down to whisper in his ear, no doubt telling him what to do with it, his feathers fluttering in shades of embarrassed purple and desirous pink. He reached up and brushed his fingers lightly along Jaeger's shaft, his member flexing in response, the alien seeming almost afraid of it. With some more encouragement from Tacka, he brought up a second hand, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and stroking gently. His hands were so soft, Jaeger shivering contentedly as Yaotl ran them from the tip to the base.

It wasn't that the females had rough skin, or that they were in any way unfeminine, but it was plain to see and easy to feel how much time and effort Yaotl must put into his appearance. Humans got manicures, treated their skin with beauty products, wore perfumes, and shaved themselves smooth when they wanted to look attractive for the opposite sex. The Valbarans had their own equivalents, the waxing of scales to make them shine, the dulling of their claws, and who knew what else.

After more prompting from Tacka, and under the excited gaze of the flock, he slowly brought his mouth towards the tip of Jaeger's cock. His scaly lips touched his glans, so soft and puffy, and Jaeger struggled to keep himself from thrusting into the alien's maw as he felt his tongue flick out. Yaotl made slow, doting circles as he looked up at the human with wide, imploring eyes. It was like he wanted praise, reassurance, some acknowledgment that he was pleasing his partner.

"Yeah, keep that up," Jaeger growled as he watched the male slide his pink organ beneath the foreskin. Yaotl was encouraged, gripping the shaft more tightly in his soft hands as he closed his eyes and nursed at the head of his erection. He was so eager, so willing, and lurid thoughts swirled in Jaeger's head as he considered that the alien would probably let him do whatever he wanted to him.

Even those thoughts were becoming vague and scattered, sparks flying in his brain as Yaotl's damp flesh painted his glans with his bubbling saliva, his contact slick and warm. Jaeger was still so tender from his romp with the flock, his sensitivity heightened. He wanted so badly to take Yaotl's head in his hands and thrust into his spasming, tight throat, but the aliens just weren't built that way. Even so, his agile little tongue was nearly bringing him to his knees, his legs going weak as Yaotl sucked and kissed as best he could.

After being prompted by Tacka, he slid his mouth slowly down the shaft, smearing the glaze of drool that was quickly accumulating as he went. He let the weight of Jaeger's member rest against his forehead as he pushed closer, the wet skin leaking strands of spit onto his green scales, and then Jaeger felt him cup his balls in his palms.

He massaged them gently, looking up past Jaeger's erection like a puppy begging for a treat, gauging whether his partner was enjoying the stimulation. When he saw that Jaeger liked it, he began to kiss and lick him there too, Jaeger rolling his head back and sighing as the alien's hot tongue stroked his skin. He planted a hand on the Valbaran's head, large enough to almost encompass it like a hat, Yaotl flinching slightly at his touch. He stroked the smooth scales with his fingers, rubbing his scalp, careful not to disturb the decorative chain that hung across his forehead. Yaotl seemed to like that, and he redoubled his efforts, peppering Jaeger's balls with kisses as he rested his hands on his thighs.

Jaeger noticed that Tacka's hand had vanished between the male's legs as she kissed his neck, out of view from Jaeger's perspective. Yaotl was squirming, she was clearly playing with him down there, but he couldn't even imagine what that might look like. When the alien jerked off, did he use two hands to stroke both shafts independently, or did he squeeze the two together and do it one-handed?

Yaotl moved back up his shaft, returning his scaly lips to the tip, gripping Jaeger's throbbing erection in both hands as he began to pump more ardently. It looked like he was trying to milk a horse, Jaeger was girthy enough that Yaotl's fingers only just met around the fattest part of his shaft. It was monstrous in comparison to the tiny alien, more comparable to the length and width of his forearm than to the dimensions of his own reproductive organ. Jaeger loved that he was struggling, he loved that the alien was having difficulty handling him, it was such an intensely erotic sight.

His eagerness and his subservience were really hitting Jaeger's buttons. Despite how much energy he had expended during his encounters with Maza and her flock, he felt ready to go a few more rounds with this enthusiastic creature. He looked down at Yaotl as the alien sucked and smacked wetly, batting those striking eyes at him, strings of his saliva dangling from his chin and breaking to slide down his flat chest.

Every stroke of his tongue provoked a shudder from Jaeger. He was so gentle and considerate, yet at the same time, he suckled at the end of his cock like he was trying to drink from it. His lips were so plump and soft, his tongue slippery with warm drool, he had such fine control over it that he could probably have used it to pick a lock. It was rapidly becoming too much for Jaeger in his weakened state. Before long, he was holding the alien's head in his hands, wanting to fuck his warm mouth but being unable to. Despite the fog of his arousal, he wanted to steer clear of those pointy teeth.

Yaotl seemed pleased, as if he liked the feeling of Jaeger's massive hands around his head, increasing his adoring sucking as he sensed his partner's pleasure mounting. Tacka watched, anticipating what was to come, and Xico appeared to her right as she waited eagerly for Jaeger to pop.

One last affectionate lick sent Jaeger over the edge, and he quivered, holding the alien's head steady as a thick wad of his semen filled his mouth. Yaotl sputtered, trying to pull back but finding that he was unable to, Jaeger's pulsing cock slipping out from between his lips and loosing the next viscous rope across his face. Jaeger bared his teeth as he endured the wracking pleasure, shivers running up and down his spine like frozen fingertips, a warm tingling sensation washing over him as his muscles spasmed. When the sparks of ecstasy had subsided, he opened his eyes again, looking down to see Yaotl's come-splattered face. Ropes of it were hanging across his snout like silly string, and he opened his jaws to let a syrupy mouthful of it slide out to slough down his scaly torso. He cupped some of it in his hand, watching as the gelatinous clumps of cloudy fluid wobbled obscenely.

Tacka was grinning with satisfaction, while Xico was once again enraptured by the sight of the human's ejaculate, leaning in to lick the male's cheek. Yaotl lurched suddenly, and Jaeger wondered what was going on until he looked over the alien's shoulder and saw that Tacka's tail was moving. It was thrusting slowly, the tapered end vanishing beneath the male's own tail. There was only one place that it could be going, and Yaotl began to whine, leaning forwards and planting his face against Jaeger's belly. He gripped Jaeger's slimy shaft in one hand, the other joining Tacka's between his thighs, the alien mewling as he appeared to orgasm.

Tacka withdrew her tail, glancing up at Jaeger with a smirk as Yaotl leaned against him and shivered, panting as she pulled her hand away. Jaeger saw that it was covered in strands of cloudy fluid. There was only a small amount of the substance, and it was watery and thin compared to human semen. She wiped it on the cushions below, Yaotl seeming to melt, leaving a smear of clinging fluid on the human's belly as he slid downwards.

Jaeger was far from done, however. The sight of Yaotl's quivering, sullied body was more than he could stand. The flock moved out of his way as he took the little alien in his hands, lifting him off the floor and dropping him onto the mattress, Yaotl's feathers flaring in surprised yellow as he lay on his back. Jaeger loomed over him, the alien cast into shadow, peering up at him with those same imploring eyes.

Now it was Jaeger's turn to kiss his slender neck, nibbling gently with his teeth, licking and mouthing as he had seen the females do. Yaotl arched his back, surprisingly flexible and limber, mewling and writhing as Jaeger made out with him in the Valbaran way. The little alien pressed his hands up against Jaeger's chest, his smooth palms sliding on the wet skin, putting up a half-hearted resistance as if giving in too readily might reflect badly on him. Perhaps being too promiscuous was frowned upon for males in their society, but the alien's leaking hemipenis gave away his true feelings.

The flock watched as Jaeger moved lower, sliding his hands across Yaotl's flat chest. It was like he had been carved from marble, his scales so impossibly smooth, shining under the low light as if his skin was encrusted with tiny emeralds. Just like the females, he was more sensitive where his scales were lighter, Jaeger stroking his stomach and massaging his chest despite the presence of his smeared ejaculate. Unlike the females, Yaotl was not muscular, or at least his muscles weren't as defined nor as easy to feel. Instead, he was wrapped in a layer of wonderfully delicate fat, as soft as melting butter.

Jaeger snorted like an angry bull as he took the little alien's hips in his hands, sinking his fingers into the supple meat of his ass and thighs, his hands large enough that he could probe both at once. He lifted the alien's rump off the cushions beneath, sliding his tongue across his silky torso, pausing to slip the tip into the alien's navel. He didn't know what had come over him, but he wanted to taste every inch of Yaotl's skin, he wanted to take him in every way imaginable and leave him leaking and shivering in a pool of his own juices. Something about his submissiveness and his servile nature drove Jaeger wild, not to mention his pear-shaped figure and his deliciously touchable body.

As he moved lower, planting sucking kisses on the alien's flared hips and gripping his sensitive inner thighs to make the alien warble in a blend of embarrassment and desire, he came to the hemipenis. The organ was staring him in the face, Yaotl squirming as he breathed warm air on it. There were two channels cut into the outside of the organ, ending at each glans. It seemed that during ejaculation, the semen would travel along the outside of the penis. The channel was currently leaking strands of clear, watery fluid, dripping slowly as the alien's arousal mounted.

It barely even looked like a penis, it was a fleshy, two-pronged fork covered in dull barbs that were little more than bumps. It was maybe four inches long, two for the main shaft, and two for where it split into the dual prongs. There was no protective skin, it was all rosy, exposed flesh that looked extremely sensitive. So sensitive, in fact, that it gave Jaeger the impression that stroking it with an unlubricated hand might be unpleasant for Yaotl.

Instead, he brought his head down, wrapping his lips around it and bringing the two glans into his mouth. Yaotl's feathers began to flash in nonsensical patterns and colors, the sensation shorting his circuits it seemed, Jaeger running his tongue between the two shafts. The organ was feverishly hot, the flesh smooth except for where the barbs were clustered, like tiny beads of flesh as he licked. The watery fluid was still leaking, he could taste it, its flavor reminding him of citrus fruit.

Yaotl was beside himself, his entire body quaking as he lay with his head and shoulders resting on the mattress, his lower body propped up by Jaeger's large hands. Valbarans couldn't blow somebody like this, their snouts weren't the right shape, and their mouths were full of sharp teeth. But humans could. Jaeger took him a little deeper, the alien was pretty small after all, his lips kissing the slit where the organ vanished into Yaotl's body as he lathered the bizarre appendage with his saliva.

"Earth'nay!" Yaotl moaned, his high-pitched voice goading Jaeger on. "What are you...what are you doing to me?"

The little creature was thrusting into his mouth now, overcome by the pleasure, his clawed fingers digging into the mattress and his toes clenching as his feet dangled in the air. His flexible tail was curling and uncurling in spasms, Jaeger kneading his plump butt like cookie dough as he held him up. He was being rough with the alien, but he seemed to be enjoying the treatment.

Jaeger released him, his little body bouncing on the mattress, then he took him by the hips and flipped him over onto his stomach. The females crowded around, sensing what was coming, Tacka especially crouching beside the shivering male as she watched Jaeger take a grip on his tail and lift it to expose his round cheeks. According to Coza's reaction when he had asked her to raise her tail during their prior encounter, it was considered rude, and Yaotl covered his face with his hands as his beautiful feathers puffed up in hues of ashamed purple. Jaeger didn't care, his blood was flowing, he felt like there was magma running through his veins as he took the alien's rear in his hands and spread it.

The Valbarans did anal, Tacka had been pushing her tail inside the male only minutes prior, but through his seething lust came a voice that warned Jaeger to slow down. The females had a hard enough time accommodating him, was this going to work with Yaotl? The last thing he wanted to do was accidentally injure him.

Tacka seemed to sense his conflict, nodding silently as if giving him permission. Ayau draped herself across his back as he kneeled before the prone male, her feathers tickling his skin as she rested her head on his shoulder and peered down at Yaotl.

"He can take it," she chirped, "but you two might need a little help."

As if following Ayau's command, Tacka's dexterous tail snaked out towards Yaotl, the female resting a hand on the small of his back as its tip brushed his pink bud. The male shivered, arching his spine to raise his rear into the air, receptive and ready for her. This was not new to Yaotl, was this kind of thing a normal occurrence between males and females on Valbara? It wasn't so different from pegging, he supposed, where a woman would don a strap-on dildo and sodomize a submissive male partner.

She slid her tapered tail about an inch inside of him, a whine escaping his lips, Tacka's expression stern as she pushed deeper. As her tail grew thicker it spread Yaotl apart, his hemipenis dripping fluid again, two clear strands dangling from their respective glans. Valbaran tails were thick and muscular, as round as their thighs at the base, and she gradually forced more of it inside the beleaguered male.

She eventually managed to get about six inches of it inside him, her tail about as girthy as Jaeger's member at that point, Yaotl grabbing a nearby pillow in his hands and biting into it with his sharp teeth as he endured the sensation. He didn't seem to be in any particular discomfort, not judging by the way that he was staining the mattress beneath him.

Now it was Jaeger's turn, Xico and Coza leaning in from the left and right, his member jumping in the air as he felt their warm breath wash over it. Xico's tongue left her mouth to lap at his shaft, letting her saliva flow, bursts of pleasure tearing through him as she painted it with her drool. Coza did the same, coating him in warm spit, no doubt intended to be used in lieu of lubricant. He would have expected the saliva to dry quickly, but it clung to him in this humid environment, slimy and viscous. Coza was being so thorough, smearing the bubbly mess with her lips, sighing softly. It gave him the impression that she wanted to take Yaotl's place.

He had made love so many times that night, by all rights he should be spent, but the prospect of sliding deep inside Yaotl's spasming hole as the females looked on had him as hard as a rock again.

"Make him moan," Ayau whispered in his ear, her arms draped lazily over his shoulders and her fluffy breasts pressing against his back. "I want to watch you ruin him..."

Tacka slid her tail out of Yaotl, the male twitching as a wave of pleasure wracked his body, leaving him open and ready. Jaeger planted his hands on the alien's hips with a smack, Ayau chuckling excitedly as she watched, crossing her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek against his. Tacka ran her fingers up and down Yaotl's curved back slowly, stroking him with her claws, and Jaeger couldn't help but think that her tenderness was insincere.