Birds of Prey - Hetero Edition

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.

Jaeger lay back and let her set the pace, reveling in the euphoria that was washing over him, Maza's every minute twist and quiver setting his nerves alight. It was like being vacuum packed into hot, slimy velvet, she was so tight around him that her insides were like a second skin. They perfectly conformed to every contour of his shaft, as though molten plastic was being poured around a mold.

"Are you alright?" he asked, Maza hanging her head as she moved atop him. Her feather sheaths were going crazy, it was almost enough to give him a seizure.

"Mmm," she moaned affirmatively, her voice flanging and breaking as she lost concentration. "I can't keep this up much longer..."

Jaeger brought his hands up towards her, resting them on her hips, slowing her pace a little as he felt her smooth scales beneath his fingers. He slid a hand up her waist, her muscular core tensing and flexing as she danced, making slow figures of eight and driving his cock against her tunnel in new and exciting ways. He cupped one of her breasts, her loins gripping him more tightly in response, and he gently pinched one of her pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Maza breathed low and comely sighs, her eyes closed as she rocked her hips. She seemed to be getting more used to his size the longer they stayed mated together, her movements growing bolder and more vigorous.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, her voice taking on an oddly musical quality as she rode him. He hadn't realized that reproducing human speech required such focus.

"It feels amazing," he groaned, gritting his teeth as her tight little body wrung him remorselessly. Never mind Maza, he wasn't going to last much longer himself. The pleasure was so intense, her muscles crushing him to the extent that it bordered on pain. The sensation seemed to reach down to his core, bypassing skin and flesh to rake at his nerves, sending electric fingers crawling up his spine. He couldn't concentrate, it was as if his thoughts were being overridden, scattered to the winds with every fresh burst of ecstasy.

"I can't," she blurted, leaning forward as she began to shiver uncontrollably. "I ca-" Maza went silent as the shaking of her hips pressed his shaft against her sensitive nub, her entire body going as stiff as a board and her feathers flaring. Jaeger doubled over, groaning as her tunnel narrowed around him, practically vibrating as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She curled up into a trembling ball on his torso, her fingers digging into his abdomen and her head resting on his chest, her fluttering feathers tickling his skin.

He was so close, he only needed a little more to push him over the edge, his primal urges overcoming him as he took her in his arms and flipped her over onto her back. She lay on the mattress beneath him, shivering and twitching as she gazed up at his red face, her eyes unfocused. His sweat rained down on her, the exertion and the humidity making his skin wet, Jaeger looming over her like a hulking beast as her climax dragged on. He was still buried to the hilt inside her, and now he pulled away, her eyes widening as the sensation made another pulse of ecstasy flare within her. He drew back about halfway, then thrust into her again, her body now accustomed to his size enough that he could push through the resistance. His member crushed her clitoris against the roof of her passage on its way back in, her exhausted body convulsing under the fresh wave of pleasure, and he found a slow pace as he drove her deep into the soft cushions.

Maza was beside herself, one orgasm chasing the next as she clawed at his chest and warbled in her native tongue. Even through the haze of his arousal, he was careful, being as gentle as he could and watching for any sign of distress that might warn him to stop. Instead, she wrapped her tail around his waist and pulled him into her. She latched onto him with her iron thighs to drive him as deep as he could reach, his heavy pace shaking her with every downward thrust.

With a growl, he pushed into her one final time, his shaft throbbing and pulsing as he pumped the first wad of his ejaculate into her quivering passage. Maza yelped as she felt the hot, gelatinous fluid splash against her insides, her spine arching as her thighs gripped him with all their strength. He flooded her, Maza's every crease and wrinkle drowned in his emission, far more than she could accommodate as the obscene blend of her juices and his cloudy semen poured out of her in spurts to soak into the mattress between her legs.

Over and over again his body seized, his muscles burning as they forced more of it from him. He felt like he was pouring his very essence into her loins as they swallowed around him like an eager mouth. His nervous system had gone haywire, it was like someone was frying his brain in a bubbling pan of oil, a deep and permeating bliss falling over him like a warm blanket as the sharp pleasure gave way to afterglow.

They stayed locked together for what felt like hours, but couldn't have been more than a minute, surfing the tides of their euphoria as though they were a pair of rafts adrift on a stormy sea. The world around them melted away until Maza's heaving, shivering frame was all that existed, the feeling of their joined bodies all that he could think about. The feverish heat of her satin flesh as it roiled around his shaft, the way that her thighs and tail were gripping his hips, the softness of her doughy fat. Her musical moans, the flashing of her colorful feathers, the way that her chiseled muscles moved beneath scales that were as smooth as glass. He was infatuated.

When he finally came to, like climbing out of quicksand, she was lying beneath him on the room-spanning bed. Her little chest was rising and falling more regularly, one of her arms covering her eyes as her pink tongue lolled from the side of her mouth. Her legs trembled, his milky ejaculate still pouring from her yawning opening, pooling on the base of her tail before sliding down either side of it. His member was linked to her splayed lips by a thick rope of their blended juices, his length coated in a shiny, slippery sheen. Her flat, toned stomach was noticeably swollen, the bump steadily receding as the globs of his fluid slid out of her. She didn't seem to be in any discomfort, however. She was stretched out like a cat bathing in the sun, smiling drunkenly as she pulled her arm away and batted her eyes at him.

"You Earth'nay really are full of surprises," she muttered.

"And you're full of Earth'nay," Ayau chimed, lying on her stomach nearby as she watched them intently. "It's still coming out of you..."

Jaeger felt a little embarrassed, he wasn't exactly used to having an audience. Even so, he was starting to see the flock in the way that Maza did. They were individuals with their own personalities and quirks, to be sure, but they were also as a cohesive unit. What was that old saying? Love me, love my dog. In this case, it was love me, love my flock, and that didn't seem like too tall of an order right now.

He sat back, feeling the mattress bounce beneath him, wiping some of the sweat from his brow and wishing that he could take a dip in the lake outside. The bedroom stank of exertion, wet leather, and fucking. Xico leaned in to get a closer look between Maza's thighs, running her fingers through the syrupy mess and creating viscous strands when she pulled away. She seemed fascinated with it, perhaps Valbaran semen had a different consistency.

"It feels so...warm," Maza sighed, shivering as her friend's probing provoked an aftershock. "It's clumping up inside me and sticking to my scales..."

"I wouldn't want to get it on my feathers, it would never come out," Ayau complained. "It looks like glue."

Maza moaned and lay back again, squirming on the cushions, no doubt basking in the residual pleasure that smoldered within her. Jaeger couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. It might not have been through any particular skill on his part, but she had been dancing beneath him like a marionette. Whatever Valbaran intercourse looked like, it must be quite different from what he was used to.

He lay with the three aliens for a while in a loose pile, Maza draping her arm over his chest and nuzzling the nape of his neck affectionately. Ayau combed his hair with her fingers, enjoying the texture. Xico was lying with her head resting on his hip, seemingly content with her limited participation, her hand moving out of sight between her thighs as she watched his erection slowly recede. Once his afterglow had diminished, and just before his relaxation and satisfaction morphed into fatigue, he noticed one of the other Valbarans moving towards him.

It was Coza, stumbling a little as she made her way across the squashy mattress, still rather drunk it seemed. Jaeger sat up as she approached, waiting for her to say whatever it was that she was going to say, probably something disparaging about human sexual performance or something along those lines. Instead, she threw herself into him, nearly knocking him over as she draped her arms around his shoulders. She clung to him tightly, pushing her nose into his neck. She nibbled and mouthed, kissing him in the Valbaran way, her breathing irregular and ragged as her claws left red trails on his back. He didn't really know what to do, and so he closed his arms around her, the little alien perched in his lap as she whispered desperately in his ear.

"Make me feel good, like you did for Maza'xol'natuih and the others," she pleaded. "I don't want...I can't be alone tonight."

Jaeger could hardly contain his shock. She had been so critical of him, so resistant to the idea of the Valbarans working with the UNN, it had taken him until today to earn her respect. And now here she was, a blend of inebriation and apprehension for what was to come making her leap into his arms with reckless abandon, her scaly lips kissing his shoulder and her feathers flaring in shades of lustful pink.

Before he could even give her a reply, she began to tear off her clothes, as if she couldn't stand to wait even a second longer. She must have been holding back all this time, watching as her flockmates joined in one by one, her pride and her arousal warring inside her head until one of them had come out on top. He looked to Maza, worried that Coza might not be of sound mind, but Maza just smiled at him while Ayau chuckled and whispered to Xico.

"Please," Coza whispered, as if her need wasn't apparent for the whole room to see. "I need this, I need to take my mind off things for a while..."

Jaeger didn't have to be persuaded, his member already swelling again as it pressed against the thin fabric of her shorts. She pulled her tunic over her head, the garment catching for a moment on her feather sheaths, exposing a tube top of a similar style to the one that Maza had worn.

Coza was an inch taller than her friends, larger and more muscular, downright ripped by Valbaran standards. As she removed her top, releasing her breasts from its support to bounce as they settled, he noted that they too were larger and fuller than those of her counterparts. He sank his hand onto one of them, perhaps a little larger than a softball as he filled his palm with her soft flesh, his fingers probing the firmer and more sensitive breast tissue that lay beneath.

She was so eager, gripping his other hand and bringing it to her chest, writhing in his lap as her soft fat spilled between his digits. He could feel the way that she was soaking her shorts, the alien grinding on his shaft like she was trying to give him a lap dance, the damp fabric sticking to his skin. All the while she nibbled and licked at his neck, making out with him in their strange way, her hands exploring his chest and stomach as she traced the contours of his muscles with her dull claws. It was the first time that she had gotten so close to him, she was tasting his skin, breathing in his scent and running her little hands all over him. Had she been holding back this fascination since day one?

She stood for a moment so that she could slip out of her shorts, casting them aside as she pressed her burning loins against his member, her slick juices escaping to join the still warm residue that lingered from his encounter with Maza. It didn't seem to bother her, either that, or she was too aroused to pay it any mind.

Jaeger's surprise gave way to desire, his member flexing against her puffy lips as he took the opportunity to slide his hands across her smooth scales. Just like Maza's, they felt like polished metal, the scales so small and fine that it was akin to the most lavish and expensive satin. Her shoulders and upper arms were more developed than those of her sisters, and he marveled at her six pack as he brushed her belly with his fingertips, her body tensing and her feathers flashing at his touch. It was like she had been carved out of marble by some ancient sculptor, a Greek statue in motion, her scaly skin made slippery and wet by the humidity that was ever present in the planet's air.

Her thighs were as hard as steel, Coza murmuring incoherently as he teased them where the scales were a lighter shade, so close to her aching sex that he could feel the heat that she radiated. He ran a hand down her muscular back and across the base of her tail, delving his digits into her velutinous flesh and feeling hard muscle tense up beneath it. He would never have imagined that he would be aroused by a tail, yet it had the same thickness as her inviting thighs, the same softness and springiness as her round ass.

"Take me like you did Maza'xol'natuih," she whispered to him, her scaly lips tugging at his earlobe. "I want to feel what she felt, make a mess of me like you did her. I want it..."

She reached down between her trembling legs and gripped his erection in her hand, angling it towards her swollen lips and brushing his glans between them, her flesh so slippery that there was almost no friction.

"H-hey, wait," he stammered, wincing as a bolt of raw pleasure surged through his member like a lightning rod and made his heart skip a beat. "We should go slow, you might hurt yourse-"

She slipped the tip of his erection inside her, baring her teeth as she pushed through the initial discomfort, another surge of sensation making his head spin as his still tender flesh was enclosed by her tight walls. Even though she was slightly larger than Maza, she was so toned that it didn't make a lick of difference, her narrow passage massaging him with surprising strength.

It hadn't been very long since his last orgasm, and he was still sensitive, his entire lower body seeming to tingle as she slid another inch down his pulsing shaft. Maza had taken her time, but Coza was impatient, she wanted it right now. He wasn't sure if her lack of caution was due to her drunkenness, or if she was emboldened after seeing her friend take him to the base. If Maza could do it, then so could Coza. Perhaps the prideful alien didn't want to be outdone.

"I can feel it swelling inside me," she murmured, practically drooling as she gazed down between her legs. She stroked his chest, pushing as if testing the firmness of his muscles, her eyelids drooping as she watched a bead of fresh sweat roll down towards his stomach.

"You smell so strange, so alien," she continued. Her pink tongue left her mouth to drag across his throat, and she shivered contentedly. "You taste wonderful..."