Lechery~

You might have been amazed by the near instant refractory period this hooter appears to possess were the circumstances different. Already, with little to no prompting, you watch in burnt-out dismay as his pink member denies its return to the sheath and pulses to life once more. Whatever he has planned for you must have been enough to stoke the flames for him, though it’s not the same story for your flaccid cock. Gasping for air, winded from the fight, and left empty from the birds' compulsory milking of your kittenhood, it’s a wonder that your thin 6 incher is even able to twitch as it rests upon the pool of (mostly) bird semen flooding your torso.

This simply won’t do for the infected owl, however, and he takes it upon himself to *plap* his free hand into the alabaster mixture and begin rubbing it around, effectively massaging it deeper into your fur. As he plays with your glazed belly, the constant need to appease your overworked heart with fresh lungfuls finally draws your attention to a side effect of avian bukkake. With each new mouth-drawn breath of air, the thick aroma radiating from the white puddles make its presence known. Your panting relaxes enough for you to take your first deep inhalation of the steamy essence rising from your midsection. It burns your nose and a new wave of dizziness begins to wash over you. This new daze, unlike the painful aching of the previous one, is exhilarating. You take another drag of the intoxicating odor, just to chase that sizzling heat that starts to collect at the back of your throat. With reason all but shattered, you dare to take another sniff, followed by another, and another…

Through the haze of redolent aphrodisia, you are scarcely able to detect the lack of the owls' sloppy caress. A dreary eyed look in that direction allows you the vision of your captor, beak grinning wider than ever before, as he has no doubt enjoyed watching you drink in his scent. A flush stings at your cheeks when the violet eyed pokemon slow-blinks away that smile, a picture of white hot intent replacing it. You look on, captured by those dominant eyes and trembling at his touch, as he scoops up a copious amount of your combined batter before extending his hand toward you, the offering held just an inch from your muzzle.

The mounting heat in your face burns all the brighter as the masculine smell wafts over you. A whimper half catches in your throat as new arousal begins to take hold. Somewhere deep within, you know you should turn away, should feel revulsion, or fear, or… SOMETHING other than what you’re feeling. Now, with the potent source of that alluring fragrance flooding most of your senses, the last and arguably most tangible of your faculties, demands its share. Your tongue pushes against the back of your lips with you doing nothing to deny its escape, before collecting drool allows it enough lubrication to slip free. That tiny little voice that tries its best to keep you from harm, that reminds you of what is most important, is doing overtime to dissuade you of the unthinkable fantasy running free in your morbidly curious mind. It screams for reason, begs for sanity, and snuffs out in a heartbeat…

…when your lips wrap around one of the owls goo coated fingers and begin to suckle…

The taste… *ARCEUS* The taste..! If your brain had been teased with the pangs of desire from inhaling the essence, accepting it into your moaning trap was like lighting it on fire. Everything becomes more sensitive as you swish the unique flavor about your maw. The ache that wrecks your weary body takes a backseat to the new feelings of lust bubbling up from within. You lap the first digit clean before greedily taking on the others, not satisfied with your first nibble. More delighted ‘churring’ can be heard from above as the feral, secure in his supremacy over you, allows your tickling tongue to do its work.

You are disheartened somewhat when the hand withdraws a few moments later, leaving you to gather the last remnants from your lips and what few bits of your stained face that were within reach. The denial induced misery is abated quickly, however, when your hardening length is captured once more by a saliva soaked hand. The bird's grip tightens to an uncomfortable degree, daring your shaft to push back and rise to the challenge. You bite back moans and hiss through your teeth as each second sees the pressure build as more blood inflates your breeding tool. Not totally heartless, your new ‘friend’ coaxes it to hurry up by pressing a thumb to the tip of your penis and rolling it about.

“G-aaahhhh..!” The fresh stimulation to your sensitive cockhead causes you to buck your hips involuntarily, with each tease to your urethra forcing a spurt of pre to join the mess. Soon you stand at full attention and while your balls might complain at the prospect of pulling a double shift, your broken mind is solely focused on what the exotic creature has in store for you next. Untamed glimpses of him forcing his drenched cock past your muzzle and into your throat have you salivating like never before. You even allow your mind to ponder the sensation of being roughly held down, ass propped up high for him to use as he sees fit. The shell of your former psyche is ready to experience it all.

However, what happens next is not something you were prepared for.

The owl releases the hold he had on your left leg, the poor limb having gone numb long ago from the awkward angle it was pinned. The annoyance of ‘pins and needles’ running up and down the length of your thigh is mitigated somewhat as he gently sets it beside your right, the care he shows being something you hadn’t expected from the likes of the virus. Again, you are surprised as you watch him grip both your wrists, effortlessly lifting them from the quill that had been supporting them, before holding them aloft before that devious smile. A prickle of fear begins to cloud your curiosity, the thought of this all being a cruel game for him before mercilessly sending you to his belly is too much to bear. The sense of dread and abject betrayal have you wishing you’d listened to that little voice of reason as you observe that sharp, jet black beak open wide and your hands are drawn up close.

*SNAP*

You flinch hard as the razor edged bird maw cleanly severs the vine that had been used to cuff your handpaws, the tatters fluttering away toward the forest floor. You don’t even have time to process the sudden removal of your bonds before being pulled in close to the man holding you. Legs still shot from the events of the last half hour, all you can do is go along for the ride as the owl draws each wrist over his respective shoulders before pushing them together around his neck. His wishes are clear and even if you wanted to resist at this point, clinging to him was about the only way to keep from toppling from the tree, so useless are your tired hind paws. Gingerly, you wrap your arms about his broad upper body, holding tight to his fluffy plumage, much to his obvious delight.

Worries that he might take offense at your jizz smeared chest ruining his plush chest feathers are unfounded, you realize, when he hugs you tight against him before walking you both back toward the tree’s trunk. One of his arms leaves your shared embrace for only a moment, wrenching free the pinning arrow and sending it away so as to make room for what he had in mind. Your butt is the first to squeeze up against the rough bark, quickly joined by your back and, with much more care, your head. Movement ceases for a few brief moments as each of you stare into the eyes of the other, you still wrapped tight in a full body wing blanket. Your re-erected member pulses with need against his own, enjoying the touch of its larger companion.

The nighttime predator didn’t free you for wholesome romance, though, and you are reminded of this when you feel his arms drift lower on your body, hands eventually finding and delivering a lusty grope to your tush. The resultant moan is taken advantage of when a yip of surprise comes from your mouth as it is invaded by a slimy avian tongue. The shock wears off quickly as it rolls about your maw, teasing and tasting, before your own joins in on the erotic dance. Things begin to move quicker as the fires burn hotter within, his rump grippers moving instead to lift you up past his throbbing hardon. You fight back against his ravenous tongue, the occasional moan attempting to slip free with varying degrees of success. You know it's time when you feel his hands spread your cheeks wide, giving his pre-gushing rod a clear shot at your exposed pucker.

Arms clench tight about his torso, and you release a tongue muffled scream as you feel that first determined thrust penetrate deep into your inexperienced asshole. There is a touch of pain as the feral begins his practiced thrusts, though it is easily overcome by the raging need now fueling your existence. Your body surges with new life, energy you didn’t know you had coursing through your limbs as your legs possessively wrap about the lower back of your owl breeder. With the weight of your hips supported by those kitty thighs, your top doesn’t hesitate to make use of the angle now provided to him. With those powerful arms wrapping you up once more, he jackhammers away at your tight rim, frequently eliciting screams of molten desire to tumble from your lips.

You know you’ll never hold back for long against the reaming he’s giving you and it’s around the fourth direct hit to your prostate that you pass your limit. You are sad to break the furious kiss you’d been sharing with the infected, though you can't resist the urge to throw back your head and release a cry of pure ecstasy for all of the denizens of the forest to hear. The sudden clamp of your anus as your second climax hits does nothing to slow the efforts of the man claiming your hole and you are gleefully milked for all you’re worth as that lovely member continues to spear your depths. He is not immune to the effect your orgasm is having on him, though, and moments after your balls drain their last into the mess of cum, feathers, and fur between you, you feel him drive himself to the hilt.

It’s all you can manage to claw at his back, gasping for air, each time you feel his corrupting ejaculate flood your insides. Grunts of lust fully realized echo one another as you ride out the storm of his second, no less intense, torrent of seed. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of your rapidly succumbing mind, you know that you’ve failed, know that you traded the chance of making a difference in this miserable world for what barely amounts to a quick fling. These dreary thoughts never resonate though, so completely devoid of vigor you are, after your second draining. As your arms and legs slip from your corrupted partner, you feel no fear.

Because he will no doubt be there to catch you…

A week had passed since that rambunctious evening. The Decidueye, originally planning to make a meal of the cute little kitty, was instead charmed by the apparent weakness of the poor boy. Choosing to douse the fires burning in his loins would turn out to be the wiser of the two options as tonight he sat perched atop another recently emptied spruce, its former residents squirming weakly in his belly. Beside him, equality as bloated by the evenings bounty, dozed his feline ward, snuggled cutely into his downy fluff.

After their raucous night of lovemaking, the owl had intended to leave the newly infected Sneasel to fend for himself like he had with so many of his other victims. The cat showed promise in the ways of silent hunting, however, and after a day of particularly successful stalking, the two had gorged themselves on quite a few of the forest's remaining inhabitants. It was then that they had decided to pool their talents, one to herd the fleeing morsels from below, and one to tire them with artillery from above. Their cooperation would ensure that neither of them had spent a single evening with an empty belly… or a pent up sack. The post-hunt intimacy was quickly becoming the hooded owl's favorite aspect of their partnership, and as he gave one last look to his slumbering companion, he knew that their future would be a joyous one indeed.

Much to the absolute horror of anyone they encountered.