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Ruffled Feathers	By : Croachasfu Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 2587 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Ruffled Feathers
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Night laid thick on the fields outside of Neverwinter Woods. The campfire flickered calmly while the band of adventurers slept around it in things that vaguely resembled sleeping bags. All of them save for Throm, who had volunteered to keep watch that night, and Fawkri, who was having trouble sleeping, which he was used to. After what had to have been at least an hour of tossing and turning, Fawkri finally decided to get up and stretch his legs. Getting up, Fawkri scanned the area and saw Throm, sitting on a log that he had grabbed from the forest. He had planned on sitting by himself, but Fawkri figured Throm wasn’t the worst one in the group to be around, and he didn’t mind having some company that didn’t involve combat or tireless travelling.

Fawkri tiredly dragged himself over to the log and plopped himself down next to Throm. Throm looked at Fawkri briefly, but didn’t show any surprise at his appearance. They both stared off into the distance in silence for quite a while. Throm didn’t plan on saying anything, but he had been sitting by himself for a few hours, and couldn’t turn down the entertainment, however minute, of at least a little small talk.

“Can’t sleep?” Throm asked, still not looking at Fawkri. Fawkri only nodded and made a short affirmative hum. Fawkri did nothing to keep the conversation going, and Throm being the socially reserved person that he was, made no effort to continue it either. Instead, the two just spent more awkward time sitting in silence and looking around at nothing in particular. Throm yawned and stretched, showing off his bare arms and chest to any who may have been watching. However, the one person who may have been watching had been looking the other way. Fawkri did, however, happen to look in Throm’s direction as he finished stretching, just in time to see something he didn’t expect.

Fawkri accidentally saw most of his adventuring companion’s exposed package after his loincloth was displaced by his stretching. After realizing what he was looking at, Fawkri looked away quickly, almost blushing hard enough to be visible through his feathers. He looked back over at Throm slowly, being careful not to look down at the elephant in the room. The attempt failed however as Throm's bulging cock still managed to appear in Fawkri’s line of sight even though he tried to look higher than last time. Evidently, Throm had gotten hard since his loincloth slipped of his member. Throm was sitting just as he had before, and seemed completely unaware of his wardrobe malfunction.

“Does he really not notice it? Is he just fucking with me?” Fawkri frantically asked himself questions as he looked back as far in the opposite direction of Throm as he possibly could. Fawkri was debating whether to say something or just walk away when he smelled something. It took him almost no time at all to determine the source. It had to be the enticing musk of Throm's sex. There was no doubt that said musk had been accumulating in the days that they had been adventuring together, and who knows how long the band had been out and about before Fawkri showed up. The thought of it only aroused Fawkri so much more. The sudden protrusion in Fawkri's similarly skimpy legwear was a reminder of the fact that it had been a while since the last time he slept with someone. He looked back over at Throm.

It may have been his increasing lust talking, but Throm was a pretty good looking guy, maybe even the most attractive guy in the group. Fawkri supposed he wouldn’t be the worst pick out of the group for… relieving his urges. Fawkri looked away once again, this time towards the sky. He waited a while, then finally brought up the courage to speak up.

“You uh…” Fawkri hesitated, still questioning if he really wanted to do this. Throm was listening, but still didn’t look at Fawkri. “D’you… want some… help? With that?”

Throm finally looked over at Fawkri, not understanding the meaning of his question. Seeing his non understanding, he nodded gently at Throm’s now fully erect manhood. Throm looked down, surprised to see he hadn’t noticed such a bulging matter.

“Oh, right, sorry." Throm said casually as he made little effort to cover himself with his loincloth. "Doesn't bother you, does it?"

“I mean, it’s okay,” Fawkri said, apprehensively. “It must be hard to take care of that kind of thing when you’re adventuring and stuff all the time. I kinda get how you feel.” He hesitated before his last sentence. Throm looked down at him inquisitively, then noticed Fawkri's own erection, which, unlike Throm's, managed to remain under his loincloth. Fawkri continued without giving Throm a chance to speak.

"But really, if you want, I'm okay with lending you a hand." Fawkri's pace of speech returned to normal as he gained confidence. Throm's scent was starting to disperse the hesitation in Fawkri's mind and all he could think about was taking care of his own urges now.

Throm cautiously turned around to check that all of the others were sleeping. After being sure, he turned back around, still not looking back at Fawkri.

"I guess if you're really fine with it, I wouldn't mind a little help." Throm tried to seem as nonchalant as he possibly could about the whole thing. Without hesitating, Fawkri hopped up from the log and knelt down in front of Throm and between his legs.

"Whoa, a little eager there, aren't you?" Without acknowledging Throm's comment, Fawkri wrapped a feathered hand around Throm's shaft and started stroking. It was only when he struggled to get his hand around the whole thing when Fawkri realized the sheer size of it. It had to be thirteen, maybe even fourteen inches long, and no less than two and a half inches across. He didn't let it phase him for long though. After all, with his overall size, it shouldn't have been entirely surprising. But… still.

Shooing the last of his hesitation from his thoughts, Fawkri focused on the task at hand and quickened the pace of his hand. Throm gave only a small huff of relief in return. Fawkri would have started using his mouth by now if he hadn't been busy taking in the view. When he finally managed to look somewhere other than Throm's enormous manhood, Fawkri noticed Throm's equally sizable sack, which was roughly the size of Fawkri's fist . Immediately allured by the sight, Fawkri couldn't help but raise his free hand to massage them. Overpowered by Throm's tantalizing scent and the satisfying weight of his balls, Fawkri was compelled to shove his face right up in Throm's taint. He inhaled deeply, captivated by Throm's heavy musk.

Despite how much he enjoyed having his face buried under Throm's balls, Fawkri could sense that Throm wouldn't be satisfied by just his hands alone and slowed his pace to prepare to accept Throm's pulsing cock into his mouth. Throm noticed Fawkri's slowing and quickly looked down in concern, anticipating what he had planned to do next.

"Whoa, hold on!" Throm blurted out, startling Fawkri. "Do you really think you can just do that? I mean, that beak doesn't look comfortable." Fawkri looked puzzled at first, but then gave Throm a confident smile.

"There's nothing to worry about." Fawkri couldn't help but chuckle as he assured Throm. "It may be hard to believe, but I'm more experienced than I may look. Do you really think weak little me's been adventuring for money this whole time?" Throm didn't have a chance to think about what he meant by that before Fawkri opened wide and descended onto Throm's dick.

He started with shallow bobs at the top, while using one hand to stroke the rest of Throm's substantial length, and the other to keep caressing Throm's hefty pouch. Throm was surprised at the amount of skill Fawkri possessed. Fawkri hadn't been kidding about his aforementioned experience, and that combined with his his relatively short beak allowed him to get his mouth around things almost as easily as someone without one. Throm let out a pleasured sigh and placed a hand on the back of Fawkri's head, attempting to make him go deeper. Fawkri was having trouble doing so, however. His experience still hadn't readied him for a cock of this size. Starting to run out of air, Fawkri struggled off of Throm's throbbing member.

"Sorry," Fawkri sputtered though his coughs. "I guess I'm not that experienced." Throm just sat back with a sigh.

"Great," Throm grumbled. "Now I'm just hornier than before." He groaned in frustration at his predicament. Fawkri pondered for a moment, then spoke up.

"I mean, we could just fuck." He said, rather casually. Throm raised a non-existent eyebrow.

"I don't know if you've, I don't know, looked at me recently, but I'm not exactly the quiet type when it comes to fucking. And considering, that'd be a bit of a problem" Throm gestured to the rest of the group, who were somehow still sleeping despite the commotion that the two of them had caused. "So I'm pretty sure that's out of the-" Throm stopped when he noticed Fawkri take a few steps towards the others.

Fawkri stopped, closed his eyes, and raised a hand towards the sleeping travelers and muttered something under his breath. When he finished, Throm noticed a brief distortion in the air around Fawkri's target. Throm only looked at Fawkri, confused.

"Silence." Fawkri stated plainly. "Should last us long enough." By the time Throm had processed what just happened and turned around Fawkri was already on his hands and knees with his ass pointed towards Throm. "Come on," Fawkri barked demandingly. "The spell will last, but we don't have all night."

After shaking off the initial surprise of Fawkri's forwardness, Throm pulled off his loincloth as he got up and made his way towards him. Throm didn't hesitate to grab Fawkri by his small but shapely ass and thrust his fervent cock, still thoroughly lubricated by Fawkri's saliva, as far as he could into Fawkri's desirous asshole. Alarmed by Throm's abrupt advancement, Fawkri tried in vain to restrain a yelp of surprise that quickly became a drawn out moan of pure ecstasy that would have easily woken up anyone a stone throw away from the two. Throm didn't react to Fawkri's moaning, instead only acting on his carnal impulse to relieve himself of his load. Fawkri's was already beginning to reach the peak of his ecstasy, but there was till one thing deterring him from completely enjoying the moment. The only thing hindering him from completely letting go was the knowledge that Throm still hadn't buried his entire length inside Fawkri's greedy ass. When Fawkri finally managed to catch his breath, he blurted one more command to Throm.

"What are you doing?" Fawkri managed to get out between rapid breaths. "Give it to me!" Throm needed no further demanding. He forcefully slammed the rest of his dick into Fawkri's insatiable ass, his heavy sack slapping against Fawkri's, only adding to his pleasure. Throm's intensified fucking caused Fawkri's feet to dangle just above the ground, now only supported by his hands, which were only barely connected to the ground below him. Fawkri's reaction had been delayed by the indescribable pleasure of Throm's rigorous ass fucking. When the air finally forced its way out of his lungs, Fawkri let out an abrupt, primal cry that only encouraged Throm to fuck him even harder. Throm's bolstered power pushed Fawkri over the limit, his body trembling as his orgasm ravaged his body and his milky jizz soaked the grass beneath him. Fawkri's inner walls squirmed and convulsed around Throm's cock, but Throm kept up his intense and forceful pace. Throm kept up his fervent thrusting, and Fawkri maintained his vehement panting and moaning.

Fawkri had already orgasmed, but his ecstasy endured as Throm continued to relentlessly ram his ass. The scent of their combined sweat and sex reached Fawkri's nostrils, and he quickly became erect again. Overwhelmed by his ecstasy fueled frenzy, he called out to Throm yet again.

"Oh gods," Fawkri exclaimed, fighting to get the right words to form through the intense pleasure. "Cu- Cum already!" Fawkri finally fought the words out through his rapid breathing. Throm grunted in affirmation and slowed his pace, but slammed Fawkri's eager ass harder than ever before. After a few final, mind-shattering thrusts, Throm let out a low, guttural roar as he unloaded his immense, hot, thick load inside of Fawkri. Fawkri could focus on nothing but the continuous flow of hot cum flooding his depths. He let out an extremely satisfied sigh as Throm let him slide off of his dick and onto the ground. Fawkri stayed where he had been set down, his mind too clouded by the afterglow to want to do anything, and passed out in the newly wet grass.
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