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The orange-hued sun loomed down at me with its oppressive, humid heat. The whole week's been like this. Humid. Muggy. Mean.
I'd probably be feeling it a lot more if I weren't sitting next to my Selene, slouched just like me on her own cheap little lawn chair.
God... even absentminded like this, she looks beautiful. Her head leaned back against the chair, her normally-sharp eagle eyes instead watch the skyline lazily, content with being by my side for a calm day to relax. The kids were out with their grandparents, since they wanted to celebrate after we had our fun on the 4th. We're to go pick them up in the morning, so for most of today it's just been the two of us. Selene's feathery-white head turns slowly to meet mine as she realizes I'm looking her over.
"Did you want to watch the sunset or me, honey?" Her soft voice croons to me. The corners of her beaked mouth curl upwards in a faint little smile as she returns the look I gave her. Her left arm - soft and fluffy with thick feathers from the shoulder down until it reaches the scutes of her forearms - reaches over towards my free hand, gently holding mine in the talon-hands of hers. Despite the razor-sharp edges at the tip of her claws, they feel more like soft little tender pokes into my skin. My own interlaced fingers nestle in just a bit more with hers, a smile creeping up on my own face naturally.
"Can't I enjoy both?" I ask back.
"I suppose so."
The way her digits intersect and then eventually relax with mine soothes me, just as it has every time before. Our eyes meet; her green eyes look into my soul, and to her I do the same, admiring how the light glints off of them. Even just like this, there's no better way to spend my time than with her by my side. Our gaze mutually drifts back outwards, towards the setting sun. The haze of the beating sun grows more distant and cold with every passing moment, thankfully. Looking out to the horizon itself, we get to be first-row viewers to the sun slowly falling beneath us, inch by inch with every second.
We were lucky enough to be able to get a nice, rural house a decent while ago when we had our first kids; plains stretching out into the distance which were bordered by long treelines. There was always peace and quiet, but rarely were we ever fully alone like this. Most of our neighbors, far enough away as they were, were out still celebrating themselves.
In that moment of idyllic peace we spend together, a little mumbling sentence slips out past Selene's beak and into the open air.
"I can't believe it's been over a decade since that first day. It's a little scary," she muses to herself.
"It scares you?" I repeat back to her.
"Maybe that's not the right word, but," she ever so briefly pauses to think before continuing, "it barely feels like a day's passed since we first got together. We go from meeting in college, thinking I might like you, and then it's like I blink..."
"...and now we're here." I complete for her. "I still remember thinking how our days might be. Just like you are, a long time ago. It almost feels like you're somehow missing it when you look back."
My eyes lower from the skyline, and now to the distant earthly horizon the sun slowly crescents down to. I listen to how the world teems with life, from the chirping of birds long in the distance; I hear how the wind brisks and drifts past us and across the open ground to help bite back the heat.
"Maybe we can travel more now that the kids're more grown up," Selene suggests. "But I know a lot of this can be a strain for you. I'm just not always sure sometimes whether I'm pushing you too far."
"You've made it easier, honey," I state clearly. "For you? It's not hard at all. None of this would've been possible if I didn't have you by my side. Every time I come back home to see your big smile and a tight hug from you, every time I get to see the kids and watch them grow with every day that passes. There isn't anything I won't overcome for that."
There's even more I could've said, but she gets it. The grip of her hand on mine tightens just a little bit more before she speaks up again. There's something she's hesitating about, something that popped up in her mind. A little hitch in her breath. I don't push her to speak.
She comes to find the right way to word it a few silent moments after."...We'll pick them up tomorrow morning, right?"
I can feel her eyes turn on me to look for an answer, even if it's just a brief glance from her. Just a simple nod from me suffices, but I can't help but prod a little bit more. "How come you're asking?"
"How about I show you, instead?"
Much to my reluctance, I feel her hand slip away from mine. She gets up, the weight shifting from her rump down to her legs, taking a few small steps over towards me, then turning to stand in front of me. Her frame is silhouetted by the setting sun behind her, giving her this sort of otherworldly look to her.
The golden colors of the dusk light highlights her plumage: the way it plays with her feathery body guides my eyes as if the world itself insisted I sit in awe of her body. I start at her head: a softened white feathery plumage that ends at a border of a neck tuft, then gives way to a thicker and darker brown, illuminating fine little details of her well-groomed body. The way her silhouette curves and bends in the most pleasing ways...
She's gotten a little bigger since those younger years, when we first met. Concealed only by a simple string bra, the eagle's ample, round breasts sway and bounce enticingly with every subtle little movement and step she makes towards me, but I ignore the temptation and keep looking lower. Her belly is a comfortably plump, round sort of shape that gives way to her hips and her thick- yet still powerful- thighs. There's still subtle little outlines of muscle in those feathery legs. With a few short struts of her hind-talons, Selene ambles in front of me. When my eyes glance up, I see her checking me out in the same way that I did to her.
I feel the weight of her straddling me just moments afterwards. One hand caresses my torso, open-palmed and exploratory, while the other reaches her index over to gently hold my gaze upwards, and into her eyes. My heart flutters like it's the first time we met all over again.
Something makes me hesitate however. "I'm not sure if I want to do this out in the open," I say with a lower tone.
"Why not? It's not like anybody's going to see us. Nobody's going to bother us, we have nothing else to worry about." She leans closer in to me, just to the edge of my ears. "I wanna have another."
Shivers shoot down my spine at her final, honeyed words. The weight of her pressing down on my now-growing bulge between my legs, goosebumps popping up on my skin, it all but forces me to wrap my arms around her and take refuge in her feathery warmth. Even with how hot it still was, I didn't care. Her softness was impossible to say no to.
"You know how to get me going so easily, don't you?"
"My sweet little hubby is so easy to please, I just can't help it." The hand that guided me by the chin slowly sneaks down to wrap around my back instead. The two of us gently, softly, lovingly explore the little nooks and crevices of our bodies as her firm, hefty butt presses and grinds against my hardening length. Neither of us were in a rush to get through this, nor did we want to. We had all night to enjoy each other's company, after all.
My own hand sneaks down to grab a nice handful of her supple ass. It's like a little feedback loop, where my fondling gets a reaction out of her, making her grind and press on my bulge, which makes me react in my own way, and it feeds into each other. Her breaths turn sharper and raspier with every moment that our touch intertwines with one another. We both have our own little unique buttons we push and twist on, part of our own little ritual. Every restrained moan I can eke out from her earns a shiver down my spine and a swell of pleasure in turn.
The hand palming my chest lowers. The cloth that obscures the throbbing erection poking against her is no match for her deft movements, slipping right past the top band to directly wrap around my dick.
...maybe she's more eager to get into things than I realized. I look up at her to see a crooked smirk on her face, triumphant that she was 'winning'.
A soft spank from my hand kneading her behind makes her suddenly jolt in reaction, and then suddenly she's the one staring at the winner.
"You little-..." Her voice growled. The firm, strong talon-hand that wrapped itself around my length began to slowly stroke it, up and down in these careful movements. The tips of her claws were angled in such a way that they wouldn't poke into the sensitive flesh, and instead gave her the space to work on me. The other hand stroking up and down my back in a massaging sort of motion now quickly moved over to slide down my pants.
Of course, I had to do something too. Just as quickly, my other free hand reached to the back of her string-bra. The flimsy little cloth that restrained her heavy breasts falls down by the wayside, and a moment after that I bring my hand right back around to feel her up. One on her breasts, another on her butt. Even though she was practically naked, the thick feathers covering her body obscured her real treasures.
"What's the rush, huh?" I tease. "I thought you were going to take your time."
"I changed my mind. You're just scared that I'll blow your mind when I ride you," she fires back. "You don't want to lose, is that it?"
"We'll see about that." I finally find purchase with my hand exploring her breasts. Amidst the heavenly soft feathery embrace, I manage to find her nipples. A soft tug from my two fingers makes her jolt in place. That does it for her.
With my dick now resting between her legs, stroking up and down, top-to-bottom by her delicate hand, she quickly adjusts herself. Pulling away for just a moment, the fluffy shrine of beauty that is my wife stands in a sort of half-crouch over my dick. Once my pants are off, so are hers. She sifts some of her feathery underside away to clear a path for me, using her other hand to hold my length still by the base. Both of us visibly shiver with anticipation.
"You ready, honey?" She leers down at me with half-lidded eyes, now piercing as if I were feeble prey.
I nod.
The velvety lips of her pussy touch on my tip. The ambient heat around us probably didn't help, but she's warm as an oven. Glistening little driplets of her eagerness lubricate me. She lowers herself further.
The tip slides in. A breathy moan comes out from the both of us. But there's more.
It's the tip, then half-way, and then in one fell swoop, she lowers herself fully to the base.
No matter how many times we do it, how constantly, nor how rough or soft it is, the sensation wraps around me like a cocooning warmth. It's so soft. So comfortable. So loving. So...
"Tight..! Fuck!" The groan welling in my throat forces the words out of me. "Every time, fuck!"
Selene isn't in much of a better shape herself, but she manages to get a little chuckle out.
With my length now fully brought to the hilt into her, she takes a moment to re-straddle me and seat herself comfortably. I feel her two strong legs wrap around my back, getting ready to use her leverage to ride me until I'm shooting blanks. Her pace gradually picks back up once she's ready again.
The setting sun fades distantly into the earth below as she passionately rides my cock for all its got. Where the golden hue outlined her before, it now subtly fades into the darkness of night. After a certain point, it was too hard to focus on the moment-by-moment, or really on much of anything. We fed the open air with guttural, pleasured moans, both arms wrapped in a tight, unrelenting embrace that promised to never let go. Nothing else mattered except to hold my love and fuck deep into the night.
Occasionally, the pace slowed a bit. Despite how quick she was to get to the chase, Selene enjoyed this too much to not draw this out. I did, too. We'd slow, feel each other up, mouth some dirty talk at each other, and then get right back into the debauchery. It's a good thing we're so far out into the sticks, since we eventually stopped caring about being even a little bit quiet after a certain point. I don't think she noticed.
Then I felt the twitch in my loins. The tension in my balls churning. I knew what was coming.
It was as if the hazy fog in my mind parted for me, only enough to look up at my beauty. I'd been groping and kneading the sacks of muscle and fat that were her ass and whatever feathery softness was around it for who knows how long. They pull away and move back towards her front at the same speed as my eyes shoot up to hers. She felt it, too.
"Honey?" My voice shakes and quivers with sensation. "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" She pants back.
"That you wanted another? You want to give them another?"
Before I get a straight answer, I feel her hands close to mine. The hard scutes of her hands hold tight against the comparably-soft, pliant skin of my own hands. They hold tight, her legs still wrapped around mine. Her pace slows to a stop; we look into each others eyes for some long, silent moments.
"I do." She announces to the world. "I DO! I'm not letting go until you fuck me pregnant!"
Immediately she slams herself back down to the base. The weight of her fat ass smacking against me claps loudly, even with her soft feathers cushioning the noise. She almost jumps herself up from the tip, and slides down to the base, in a frenetic, desperate speed.
I'm caught off guard. The sudden, violent movements feel almost like they paralyze me. My hands clench and tighten to find refuge in her unyielding grip. She goes into overdrive, rising up, slamming down, faster and faster. The twitching down below becomes a rising surge; my whole lower body lights up with pleasure. If we were approaching the point of no return before, Selene has taken hold and careened us both far, far past it.
"I want more kids!" Her words cry out in a near-beastly screech. "Fill me up!"
The last words I remember, we both yell out in one final moment.
"I LOVE YOU!"
Everything became like a lightshow in my head. The pulses of my seed shooting deep into her, filling her, no doubt in my mind impregnating her, in overwhelming bursts of pleasure. Her undulating walls tightened on me like a clamp. It forced everything out of me. It sucked the soul out of me. Her walls relaxed, then clamped, then relaxed, clamped, over and over in this maddening rhythm of a synchronized orgasm that forced me to fill her womb to its limit. Our bestial voices called out in union.
And then, it's like I almost pass out. The fog in my mind causes me to go adrift in the immediate moments afterwards. I felt warm, wet, softness on my skin, a little bit of a dulling sharpness on my hands that fades. The senses slowly come back to me.
When I next come-to, my eyes blink and gaze around in the afterglow of our earth-shattering sex. Everything between my legs feels wet, sticky and numb. Selene slowly comes to her senses not long after me. She's still draped over me, her arms having found their way wrapped around my back again in a full-body hug some time after the climax and into the afterglow. I'd rather hold this silence and let her break it than me, to be honest.
Eventually, she finds the breath to say something. "How long did we just go?"
"I don't know," I admit with a shaky voice, "but we should probably clean up and head back inside. It's getting pretty late."
"Once I'm done laying with you."
"Only because you said so." I don't really mind, and she knows that.
Our bodies slouch and slump against the chair beneath us. It'd be deceptively easy to just sit here and let my eyes drift shut. With her by my side, keeping me warm, already so tired after such an intense, passionate bout of lovemaking... I manage to stir myself awake enough to take in the moment.
"You know, we did get pretty loud there," I whisper to her after a while.
"We did?" Her eyes widen suddenly as the realization dawns on her. "Oh no. We definitely did." If she could blush, I bet she'd be beet-red by now.
"What, you think people heard us?"
"I mean, maybe. Maybe they didn't. You never know, right? Maybe they were just out extra long."
We wouldn't know for sure either way. There was no way I could have, or would have, processed anything besides Selene in our intimate moment, but even if I did, it's a long winding road to get to our neighbors. It'd have been impossible to tell.
"There's probably no point worrying about it," I reassure her. "Too late to, right?"
She nuzzles in just a little bit closer against me. "I guess you have a point..." Her voice trails off.
For the next while we lay in each other's hold. The pale moonlight shines down on us and cools us off, but eventually it's time to pull away and get ready to sleep. Selene needs a little nudge and poke from me but she slowly gets up and clothed again, even if it's reluctantly. The chairs are folded and put away, the clothes are swapped out. Not too long after we clean off, we're both lying in bed together to drift asleep once more.
I can't help but say one final thing to her before my eyes fall shut on their own.
"I'm so lucky to have you."
Her lidded gaze meets mine one last time. "And I'm lucky to have you, too. Sleep well, honey. Goodnight."