#bitofsin

     Her fingertips slide delicately between her thighs, lingering over the lissome flesh between her thigh and sex as she did so-- as if she were hesitating on acting on the desire that was steadily claiming her hazy mind. But with a hum, her fingers sunk to her folds. Manicured fingers slowly trace her lips, eliciting more soft sounds from the dancer. She smiles, deciding to go farther. Her digits stroke over herself a few more times before settling on her clit. She drags her index and middle finger around in slow circles, teasing the tender skin in alternating circular rounds. The water is jostled as Kitty shifts, stretching out one leg so her ankle rest over the edge of the tub-- offering her more space to work on herself. If Drake wasn’t around... SOMEONE HAD TO after all. A warmth was spreading slowly from her center and climbing up her spine as her speed increased-- causing stifled grunts to call into the echoing room. Despite this, Kitty abruptly stops-- frowning to herself before she pulled her pulled her leg back into the water. The mouse sits up and eyes a basket that rested next to her bath on the floor. To some it would look like the standard bathroom filler-- a whickered basket filled with magazines. But hidden amid them is a wand vibrator that Kitty kept just for situations like these. Immediately she leans forward and makes a grab for the toy, squinting at the buttons once it was close enough. She clicks against the silicone and its motor starts abruptly-- her smile was back as the mouse laid herself back against the porcelain. Kitty’s curvaceous leg goes back to its prior position and she wastes no time in resuming her ministrations, the buzzing sound of her toy muffling as it was submerged.

    With one hand firmly placed below her stomach, the mouse spreads her folds with two fingers. The other hand had the wand held tightly in her grasp and was dragging its rounded head along her folds. In her mind, she was conjuring a fantasy-- a dirty little movie that could encourage her. She was on a bed-- her wrists bound above her and her naked form was splayed out, ready to be taken by HIM. The duck smirked over her in her vision, crawling over her and muttering disgusting promises all the while as he glanced over her with uncovered and hungry eyes. His bill dragged along her thighs, his hands forcing her legs open even farther so he could dive forward, biting and marking her inner thighs until his mouth sunk to her cunt....

        Kitty touches the head of her vibrator to her clit and immediately gives out an elongated moan, her spine arching in pleasure against the toy.  ❛  Oooooh-- Feathers~ ❜  she cooed, thumb flicking out on her toy to increase the speed. The increase causes Kitty to moan again, louder and with another jolt of her form in the water. But her dirty little film was still progressing-- Negaduck’s bill had sunk to her wet petals, his tongue dragging possessively through them until he decided to suck harshly and pointedly at her clit. Kitty’s hips urged up in the water, landing suddenly back down in splash that nearly jostled the water out from the tub. But, still, the English woman presses on. His tongue was lapping at her sloppily, his hands gripping her ass tightly in his palms. She wanted it to hurt-- she wanted him to mark her skin beneath her fur in any way he could. God what she would GIVE for him to touch her right now-- The whirling of the wand was matching up very nicely with her picture, her wrist twirling at a more quickened pace. The hand Kitty was using to spread herself moves, grappling for one of her breasts in search for further stimulation. She rolls her palm against her peak before her fingers pinch at the pink poking out beneath her white fur. Another long call gives, and her nails then grasp her breast fully, her sharp nails pressing hard to her skin in a needy grab. The mouse gives out a deep seethe, flicking her thumb over the button again to increase the speed of her toy one final time. Her voice is now a series of broken moans and whimpers, hips breaching up through the water and landing back down hard against the cool stone beneath her.

     With all her commotion, how could she have heard the creak of her floorboards as a certain duck ventured into her bedroom? How could she see his figure moving in the crack of her door?

       The mouse cups herself again, a strong tingling starting in her legs and shooting up her spine as she claws at her chest. Meanwhile, the duck was growling against her heat—muttering filth and vile between his attentions. Fingers thrust then curled inside of her, his tongue lashing out in a mess of slobber. ❛  Fuck—Ah! Aaaaaah!......N..Ne— DRA--!! Oh, darling~! ❜  She pressed the buzzing tip hard against herself and her little form thrusts up from the water in a climactic arch, water finally spilling over and soaking her rug and tiled floors with the harshness of her gesture. This moment seemed to be IT for her undetected company as the door to her bathroom suddenly went flying open. Kitty was broken from her stupor—her fantasy cut short as her head flashed around to look at the offender who dared to disrupt such a personal moment. The grin on his bill was wide, the smug amusement blatant and the rush of joy that buzzed through the mouse was undeniable. Before, she would have possibly been embarrassed by being caught. But they crossed the line of ‘embarrassment’ looooooooong ago. If anything, she was perhaps a bit annoyed he hadn’t arrived sooner.

   Kitty coos at the duck, lifting her still buzzing toy from the depths of her bath and brandishing it with a flourish and a lust heavy smirk. ❛  I would have waited for you, Feathers…. But … you didn’t call me, ❜  she hums, looking to her wand and hitting the button to turn it off. All the while, her half lidded blues never leave him—her smirk never wavering. ❛  Whoopsies. ❜  She tosses it on the ground unceremoniously and smiles at him coyly, pulling her leg into the bath so she could twirl herself around, her bare chest now hanging out over the edge as she extends her arms out towards him. Her tail was behind her, waving coquettishly as she made grasps at the air—telling the duck to COME. HERE.

       Reality was so much better than fantasy, after all.

… ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ … ✩ …

“F U C K!”

Crude cry tears itself from Panchito’s throat before he can stop it, water pouring down on his face as he lifts his head and closes his eyes. Clenching his jaw to try and stifle any other obscenities that want to escape, any other admissions that what Glad is doing... he is doing VERY well, entire body shudders as he feels his cock steadily harden. The other male’s hips are mercilessly grinding against his, cock rubbing with growing fervor at the rooster’s unwitting cry, Gladstone’s smirk— that goddamn smirk —seeming to mock Panchito even as he can’t see it. But oh, he can feel it. In every roll of his hips, every breathless chuckle and murmur of how the game is far from being over... Not that Panchito is complaining.

Hell, he’s the one who initiated the first kiss when Gladstone barged in on him... After spending a few minutes teasing ‘scolding’ the gander for being a thirsty hoe.

On the contrary- “Y-You fucking a- Aaaaaa-aaaahhhh~” Lewd moan interrupts his intended ‘insult’, a forceful rut of the gander’s hips causing his own to buck in response, throbbing dick already dripping heavily with pre. Mingling with the warm water cascading down it, the slick member rubs against Glad’s, begging for even more stimulation. Begging in a way that Panchito absolutely refuses to... For now. Gasping when teeth bite down into his neck, suckling forcefully on sensitive flesh, head angles to offer better access. Fingers intertwining tighter around Glad’s— hands pinned to the wall on either side of his head —Panchito squirms as he feels teeth graze him, textured tongue pushing and prodding.

Hips savagely buck after a FORCEFUL bite, throwing the other male of balance and causing a momentary shift in the mood from savage with need... to panicked and abruptly aware of how dangerous this particular spot is. For anyone aside from Lady Luck’s favored. Reaching out and grasping Glad as he begins to stumble, through uncoordinated and jumbled efforts— of which is a mere blur to the lustfully-dazed and emotionally-confused rooster —doused with a splash of Good Fortune heavier than the warm water pouring down upon them, he ends up lying on the bottom of the tub, wrists pinned and Glad cockily looking down at him. 

A familiar scenario, minus the scene and surrounding steam... Come to think of it, things had felt pretty steamy on the bed. Without warning, beak SMASHES against Panchito’s, tongue slipping in and curling against his, wrestling in a smaller-scale but no-less-intense fight for control. Moaning heavily into the kiss, lungs are burning for air by the time he breaks away, separating only enough for a gasp of air before relentlessly engaging once more. In a burst of competitiveness and pride, Panchito rolls Glad off of him and pins the other male down, beak moving to suckle at the gander’s neck as a hand grasps for his member. 

Cock slick with water and need, Panchi’s hand slips off the first few tries before he manages to get a TIGHT grip. Fingers refusing to grow lax, he rapidly jerks the gander off, growling into the crook of Glad’s neck as he applies some choice bites of his own. Forcing aside wet feathers and clamping down into flesh, desperate moans are barely contained— vibrating against skin —as if he was the one being handled with such vigor. Hips rut against Glad’s form, searching for friction against his own pulsing dick, leaking with a desire that slides to the floor and swirls down the drain... Apparently, Glad’s cue to take back the lead.

Slipping and sliding, pouring and pinning, wrestling and wanting... bare forms fumble around the bottom of the tub for a few chaotic moments, both trying to come out on top- literally. Shower curtain nearly torn off and bathroom floor speckled with water, grunts and growls are drowned out by the sound of rushing water before finally erupting into a long, drawn-out cry of- “¡OH DIOS MÍO!” Voice cutting through the air like a siren, Panchito’s resolve crumbles to nothing but dust at the feeling of Gladstone pushing into him, only a bit of pain shooting through his entrance thanks to the... thorough ‘lubrication’ of where they are.

One can only pray that the motel walls are thick...

     He was set between her legs, kneeling there. She was still sitting up, forcing herself into the position by keeping a hand pressed to the mattress behind her. ❛  – Yeah? ❜  Kitty purrs, reaching down to cup her free hand beneath his chin in an oddly GENTLE gesture. She traces over his throat, fingertips pushing forward as if she were going to grab him there. But, instead, she seems to change her mind last minute. Her fingers go to grip tightly to the lower part of his beak and she pushes his face up, forcing his eyes to meet her hooded blue. One curvaceous leg extends and Kitty rests her calf at his shoulder, spreading her legs all the wider with this gesture.

    ❛  Well, you know I’m banking that you will, darling. ❜  She simpers, pushing her opposing hand even further into the cushioning of the bed so she could get closer– not caring for how uncomfortable this position truly was. (Years of ballet and gymnastics made it relatively easy, though.) Once Kitty is then close enough, she moves in for a desperate kiss, releasing her grip from his face so it instead could slide between her eager thighs while she kept him distracted above. Her slender digits slip between her pink folds, rounding her fingertips around her clit in a gesture made to tease herself. She huffs against his lips with the self made baiting, breath hitching wantonly as she presses her pointer finger down, tempting into already slick flesh.

       ❛ – Feathers… You’re going to make me scream , aren’t you? ❜   She breathes hotly into his open mouth while pressing the single finger inside of her, pushing the whole digit in. A satisfied HUM leaves her and Kitty falters back, granting the duck more VIEWING room while she added another finger into her hole. The dancer spreads her folds with a sigh, her whip-like tail flicking behind her anxiously. Suddenly and forcefully, she shoves both her pointer and middle fingers inside of her which earns herself a muffled GROAN. Kitty licks at her lips and she smirks to him– her fingers go in and then back out– again and again, the pace of it starting slow and then building to a steady, moderate beat as she pushed herself further and further. ❛  Going to … break me down … until I’m begging you to stop. … Right?❜   

        But just as soon as it all started, Kitty ceases in a sudden pause. Her breathing is already heavier, her heart beating loudly within her ears. She then extracts herself from her drooling cunt, bringing those two dripping digits slowly to her lipstick smeared mouth. Her lips wrap around them to the knuckle, where she gives a hearty suck of the juice that coats them.  A pleased sound bombinates within her throat, eyes pinching shut in revelry of her own taste. She was sweet. Just how she liked it to be. Kitty withdraws her fingers from her lips, making a point to pop them out so spit drew in a thin string from there to her fingertips. And then, as like before, she draws that hand back to his face, tracing the soiled hand along the turn of his beak. Her voice then comes out in a soft mutter, firmness edging into her tone. She doesn’t expect anything from him– he was a wild card, through and through, after all. But she was doing what she was best at. 

                     – Putting on a show.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

          She really likes doggy, and cowgirl, but she does recognize that she hasn’t tried all the positions and she is ALWAYS up for experimenting in this subject.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

    ❛  – Feathers knows what I like about him. At least he BETTER– I’ve thought I’ve made myself quite plain but… I am always free to stroke his ego and … anything else he might want.

       BUT ! Let’s get to the nitty gritty of it all, hm? The first thing I like about him? His voice. It’s … a panty dropper, if I’m being crass. Even though he sounds like a god damn woodchipper that’s only been filled with cigar ash, whiskey and scrap metal. He growls and purrs into my ear and I … I just can’t help myself. He could be saying the most… awful, disgusting things and describing absolutely volatile scenes of violence. Which, by the way– he has. And every time, without fail, it sends tinglings right through and straight between my legs. I know I say that I don’t like it when he runs his mouth… But if he ever stopped, I’d be vastly disappointed. Just– Mmmm…

       Also? Feathers is always up for anything. I mean– ANYTHING. The willingness to take almost anything on and OFF the menu is an aspect of him that I fully enjoy. I never know what to expect because the buffet is open and he just picks whatever strikes his fancy– whenever he wants it. Which… god. He knows EXACTLY what he wants. When he wants it and HOW he wants it. I… love direction, myself. And it’s so, SO attractive to see it in a man who lays it out so … plainly. There’s nothing to decipher which is, in comparison to everything else I do, kind of relieving. He says ‘I want you ass up, face down.’ I go ass up and face down He says go harder– And I squeeze his balls until I he either CUMS or tells me to stop.

       Which, by the way? Not a quitter, that duck. Though, that should be very obvious at this point. I mean, he basically harassed me into keeping his company. And … well, it worked. His thoroughness is both annoying and very…. very satisfying. Especially when it’s brought into the bedroom. Because he does not stop when I beg. He stops when I can’t talk anymore– or I’m a quivering, drooling mess who is more … ah … fluid than lady, if you know what I am implying. Mmm… God, the dedication to fruition? It’s so, so hot. 

      And– I… hm… How do I explain this delicately? Every thing he has, Feather’s uses to his full advantage. His hands– strong, and capable. His mouth– quick and god damn relentless. And his cock? Well… he’s not the first fowl I’ve been with. But he IS the first duck. And I was not prepared for how rigorous and how … streamlined  he was going to be. I’m … Ah– That’s probably enough, hm? I’d hate to stoke that ego of his… TOO much.

     – Feathers’ certainly isn’t like other guys. And thank GOD, because if he was, I probably wouldn’t be so willing to be at the end of his dick at the end of most nights. ❜  

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