Time to get the blood pumping again

The world was filled with white as he slowly opened his eyes, a strange warmth pressing against the side of his face as he tried to move, his face sinking deeper into the feathers as a soft chirping sound echoed from above his head. Pulling away, he sat up slowly, blinking in disbelief as he stared at the apparently dreaming avian, her claws clutching at the place where he had been lying.

Looking around carefully, he squinted as the bright beam of sunlight suddenly streamed into the cave, somehow even managing to glare off of the dull rocks. Chris froze as he suddenly felt a clawed hand grab his shoulder, the larger of the two eagles pulling herself upright as she opened her beak wide, seeming to yawn, before nuzzling the side of Chris's head, opening her beak and licking at the dried blood on his skin. Chris blinked as he suddenly realized that he was able to open both eyes, reaching up slowly to touch the smooth skin, a thin tongue lapping against his fingers as he felt his forehead, tracing the line of the gash.

A soft push from the female made him turn his head in surprise, his mind reeling as he watched the eagle's bizarre movement, her body swaying from side to side as she seemed to dance slowly in front of him. Chris stood mesmerized by the dance, even though he'd seen in countless video's and research footage, astounded that now, here he was, not only witnessing it first hand, but having it done to him. The eagle suddenly stopped the dance, turning around squatting down slightly before him, raising her tail feathers to show off the thin pink slit on her crotch, waving her rear enticingly as she watched over her shoulder. Chris couldn't help but stare as he watched the female present herself, his thoughts confused as he felt his face flush, his body aroused. He pressed a hand to his face as he stared at the puffy pink line, unable to look away as the avian chirped again, a strange look of need on her face as he glanced up.

"I-is this why you saved me?" he asked softly, his voice cracking slightly as the eagle chirped again, what almost looked like desperation on her face, "You want me...to m-mate you?"

The soft chirp that echoed from her beak tugged at Chris's chest, his mind shutting down as he suddenly found himself kneeling behind the female, his hand snaking down through the impossibly soft feathers to her crotch, pressing gently against the slit as the female gave a surprised click, pushing back against his hand as his finger slipped inside. Pulling away, she stared at him in confusion as he lifted his dampened finger to his face, sniffing it, before licking the liquid off, his body already reacting as he began to pull down his shorts.

Chris watched as if from a distance as his body seemed to act on its own, dropping his shorts and kneeling behind the female as one hand ran up her back, holding onto her shoulder as the other guided his member to the soft, pink line, the feathers of her tail being pushed up against his stomach. He moaned softly as he pressed against her, the slender form shaking beneath him as he pushed in, suddenly jerking as he felt his member press against something.

A thought suddenly shot across his mind; for reasons unknown, all anthros, no matter what species, seemed to share the same basic biology as humans, particularly in the case of sexual organs. Did that mean that right now he was pressing against this eagle's hymen? Why had they chosen him, a human, instead of one of their own species? Even if the structures were the same, they should have no hope of producing off-spring, the genetics were too different. Or were they?

The sudden squawk yanked Chris from his thoughts as he moaned instinctively, the young man losing his balance as the eagle pushed back against him, knocking both to the floor. Gasping slightly, Chris watched in fascination as the eagle repositioned herself, slowly lifting herself up, the hot walls clamping down on his shaft, his hips jerking upwards as the eagle gave a long, satisfied trill, suddenly pushing down against him as the young man began to push back as best he could. From the series of high pitched trills and chirps that came from the eagle's open beak, Chris could only assume that she was enjoying this, his own mind fogging over as he felt himself begin to draw near. Another sudden squawk, accompanied by the walls of her tunnel clamping down even tighter seemed to signal the avian's orgasm, Chris gasping as she gave a final powerful thrust down, the small hole rippling over his shaft as he felt the tip of his member press against the back of her canal, his vision going cloudy as he came inside the majestic creature.

Falling back, Chris lay on the cool stone floor of the cave, staring up at the rocky ceiling above him. He glanced down as he felt the young female shift slightly in his lap, his semi-erect member still inside her as she opened her mouth, seeming to pant softly. He took the pause as an opportunity to stare at her wings, drooping slightly to the floor as she let her body relax, the impressive wingspan making the young ornithologist shiver slightly. The eagle seemed to notice this, suddenly looking at him over her shoulder, her hooked beak gleaming in the evening light. With a sudden snap Chris stared at the place her wings had been, the massive appendages now pressed firmly into her back, almost invisible to the untrained eye. Sitting up carefully, the young man ran his palm over the soft yet rigid surface, carefully stroking the surface of her wings. Chris carefully traced where the edges of the appendages pressed into the feathers on her back, the eagle giving a quiet trill, as if enjoying the attention. Running a delicate finger over her shoulder, Chris began to tentatively feel out the avian's bone structure, his mind making notes as he gently squeezed the eagle's shoulders, his fingers running softly over her collar bones.

A sudden shudder from the bird jolted Chris's focus, the young man whipping his hands away, afraid that he might have unintentionally hurt her. He gave a startled cry as the female suddenly fell back against his chest, her amber eyes staring longingly up at him. Confused, Chris swallowed loudly, watching as the avian carefully gripped his wrists, shifting herself down in his lap as she pulled them back up onto her shoulders, holding them there firmly as she gave encouraging chirps. Carefully, Chris again began slowly feeling out the birds bone structure, though this time he focused more on softly kneading and massaging the taught muscles beneath her plumage. A soft whistle escaped her beak as she leant back into the shoulder massage, Chris sitting there in complete silence as he softly began working lower down her back. A sharp trill made him hesitate again, his thumbs pressed firmly into the point just above where her wings attached to her shoulders, the eagle giving him a strange look as she slowly opened her wings, giving him more direct access to her back.