He closed his eyes, feeling his beak on the back of his neck, feeling his long nails tracing the length of his spine. There came the pressure of a warm beak clasping him , his beak slipping inside him, his beak against his lips. Chicken feet pinched his nipples hurtfully and deliciously ... he felt his body being lifted, his feet no longer touching the floor, the darkness swirling around him, strong wings turning him, and stroking him all over. There was no gravity any longer; he felt his strength increasing, the heat of it increasing ... he was floating in the air. He turned over, groping in the shadowy tangle of arms supporting him, feeling his legs forced apart and his mouth opened. Yes, do it,"
Toritan