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作者： HugsAlright
标签： 奇幻、男/女、女主导、怪物女孩（豺狼）、怪物男孩（鹰身人）、非自愿
Feren moved cautiously from market stall to market stall, continuously adjusting his cloak to keep the hot desert sun off his skin and the gentle curves of his face. He looked for loose pouches and purses, small trinkets and goods no one would see him take, never staying in one place for long. It would have been another day for the nomadic harpy, but something felt off today, a familiar figure showing up one-too-many times in the vast crowd of the Sa’sesh marketplace.
Cities like Sa’sesh were easy pickings for thieves like Feren: big communities hardly regulated who came or went, and with the war going on, there weren’t many guards to keep watch over the markets or wealthy homes. Sure, he may not have blended in well with the jackal-like suubi that inhabited Sa’sesh, but his svelte frame and wings would always make for easy getaways.
The feather-armed boy had planned on leaving the market soon, and hoped to shake that all-too-familiar feeling of being followed when he left, only to be interrupted by a pull of his cloak.
“Hey!” was the only word Feren could muster as his own purse was torn from his pockets. He quickly twisted around, only to see a suubi girl with her claws around the small burlap sack.
The jackal woman’s black-furred ears shot up like arrow heads at the realization she’d been caught, with her victim only catching a momentary glance of her well-tanned face and green eyes before she turned tail and started running. The suubi took off with the wind at her back, maneuvering through the crowded marketplace as if it were totally empty.
Feren wasn’t about to let a day’s worth of loot slip from his grasp so easily and took off after the native thief. His talons dug into the sand and cracked brittle sandstone streets with each stride he took, cloak flying behind him.
While the suubi girl was fast, Feren was just as nimble, and no doubt his harpy blood gave him eyesight better than just about anyone in Sa’sesh. The bird boy had no trouble keeping an eye on the thief as he maneuvered through the market, ruffling more than a few feathers each time he brushed against other suubi in the crowd. Though, beyond the occasional upset citizen, the people of the marketplace allowed the chase before them to go on unnoticed.
这正是萨谢什一类城市的问题：对小偷来说太容易下手。
“给我回来，你这婊子！” 费伦试图越过人群连绵的嘈杂叫喊，一路尽力跟住苏比小偷，直到视野里只剩一面泥砖墙。他赶忙扫视四周，以为目标已跟丢；抬头后却看见苏比女孩正从二楼窗户爬进去，毛茸茸的双腿和尾巴还艰难地往建筑里收。
费伦咬紧牙关，把斗篷拨到一旁，准备丢掉开始追逐时所剩无几的隐蔽。他腾出空间、展开翅膀，吸引了周围人群的注意；随后一次有力的紫色羽翼拍击将他送离地面。又扇动几下后，他飞得足够高，抵达上方阳台并爬进了同一间房——正是他看见苏比袭击者进入的那间。
费伦带着十足的警惕走进房间，利爪碰地只发出极轻的声响。他左右转头打量：视野中除了他自己没有半个小偷，倒是有大量枕头和半透明天鹅绒帘子。
一声失望又近乎愤怒的叹息弥漫在铺满软垫的诡异寂静房间里，接着费伦愤怒地踢了一脚鸟类般的脚。他想不通自己怎么让那女孩逃了，又盘算房内是否有值钱东西可拿来弥补损失。可惜，这男孩进一步行窃的计划被一击打在腿上所打断；他痛苦又惊讶地叫出声，带爪手指随即扣进他窄小的肩膀，将他压倒在地。
疼痛尚未消退，费伦强迫自己镇定下来，抬眼看见苏比小偷跨坐在他纤细的腰腹上，丢开了一块木板。鹰身人还来不及挣扎，豺狼女孩便俯身把费伦的手臂按在身侧，露出可怕尖利的牙齿。
费伦试图扭动和拍翅，但苏比人比外表看起来强壮，至少比他强。豺狼爪子钻进他的羽毛下时，他尖叫道：“放开我！”
“所以你以为能在埃谢·阿西米的地盘上撒野，鹰身人婊子！？” 豺狼女回敬道，收紧对费伦手臂的钳制，“告诉你：你不行，谁都不行！除非我能分一杯羹。那就让我看看你身上还有什么，嗯？”
埃谢松开对受害者一只手臂的控制，但主人惊慌的拍翅毫无帮助；一只毛茸茸的手伸进斗篷下，在他全身游走。“来吧，你肯定不止藏了那只钱袋，” 她带着鲜明苏比口音说道，手掌抚过鹰身人丰满的大腿，“所以你不如老实交代，我就——” 当手碰到费伦裤子里温热的隆起时，埃谢的声音戛然而止，眼睛睁大。她爪垫般的手指在那里停留片刻，脸上随即浮起坏笑：“哎呀呀，这是什么？”
她露出狡黠的笑容，伸手拉住费伦裤脚。鹰身人只能抗议地喊出一声 “别！”，空着的翅膀仍惊慌地四处扑打。用力一拽，鸟族男孩的裤子滑过胯部，露出他柔软的阴茎和沉甸甸的一对睾丸，顶端还覆着一撮紫色绒毛；埃谢对此欣喜不已。
“雄性鹰身人，嗯？” 她问道，目光从新猎物的胯间移到他被刘海遮住的眼睛和甜菜般通红的脸颊，“你可真是捡到宝了。或许我该直接偷走你，而不是钱袋，对吧？” 说着，埃谢用带毛的手指轻抚他女性化的脸部曲线，几乎让鹰身人平静下来。埃谢舔舔嘴唇道：“这样吧，” “既然你这么可爱……只要让我玩你一会儿，我就放你走，还还你一部分钱。”
“什、什么？！” 费伦结结巴巴，并不真的明白埃谢想从他身上得到什么。但能拿回钱的承诺仍促使他停下拍翅与踢腿。
豺狼女孩压低耳朵、翻了个白眼，放开已被制服的鹰身人双臂：“来吧，你肯定是部落女孩们的好玩具……我赌你很懂得怎么伺候女人。” 埃谢坏笑着沿困惑鹰身人的身体向下滑，脸来到他胯间，腹部趴在那双带鸟鳞的腿之间。“别告诉我你从没碰过女人……你漂亮得不像会这样。”
费伦想了想，自己从年轻时离开部落前到现在，确实从没和女人在一起过。他只能对埃谢摇头，努力遮掩泛红的脸。
“这不是很可爱吗，” 苏比人娇声说道，每个字都让费伦感到她的热气吹在阴茎上，“那你可就交到好手里了。” 片刻后，一根带肉垫的手指擦过鹰身人柔软的肉棒，令他倒吸一口气；接着手指将它握住，男孩心跳一阵，那块阴茎肉便随之硬挺起来。
费伦无法理解正在发生什么；他的心跳比任何一次盗窃时都快，而这个偷过他的女孩……当她的手指环住他粗壮的长度并开始撸动时，他感到内心涌起一种渴求。
感觉很好。
柔软肉垫和温暖毛皮在阴茎上滑动的感觉足以让鹰身人呻吟呜咽，后背因陌生至极的快感拱起。埃谢听到费伦愉悦的声音，笑得更开，温柔抽动也加快起来。接着她将嘴唇贴向鹰身人男孩的龟头，吻了上去。埃谢一次又一次重复相同行为，嘴唇压在费伦又长又粗的肉棒上，细小的愉悦喘息充满空气，直至他勃起如铁。
Eshe took a moment to let her eyes wander over the girthy nine inches of harpy dong between her fingers, smiling and evidently pleased at what Feren had to offer. She turned her gaze to look up at her new lover, and watched his back arch and talons curl with each movement of her wrist. “Big and sensitive?” the jackal scrutinized with her ears perking up, “Maybe I should take my time with you, hmm?”
Feren couldn’t really muster a response to that, the poor harpy only able to wiggle his wide hips as lust overtook his senses. Eshe chuckled at the sight of the flustered femboy and returned her hungry gaze to his dick. Feren could see devious thoughts behind those slitted, emerald eyes, and he could guess that just about every one of them involved him in some way. So, the harpy resigned himself to lie back as Eshe let her tongue loll from her mouth and, much to her lover’s pleasurable surprise, dragged it across the length of his tool.
Feren gasped as his tool was wet by suubi saliva, leaving it cold in the draft of the sandstone room while Eshe busied herself bringing her lips to meet the harpy’s swollen cockhead. He looked down at his attacker, only to see those slitted green eyes looking back at him, so seductive, and almost calming to his fluttering heart. All Feren could do was blush and bring his wings to cover his face as Eshe’s lips spread around his tip, encompassing his glans while her flat tongue went to work on his sensitive cockflesh and cumslit. A padded hand still gently stroked at Feren’s shaft as his cockhead was lavished with his lover’s oral affections, making the harpy moan into his own purple feathers.
Eshe didn’t let up; if anything, Feren’s sounds of satisfaction made her move faster, quickly descending onto the warm avian rod between her lips, fitting as much girthy dick into her as she could. What was left uncovered by the embrace of the suubi’s mouth was eagerly wrapped up by her soft paw, leaving Feren completely enveloped in warm, wet bliss. Not too long after her descent, Eshe started bobbing her head, trailing her tongue along her lover’s musky cockflesh. All Feren could do was moan, harpy legs kicking and jerking uncontrollably as Eshe had her way with his big, meaty tool. Eventually, though, the feathery femboy started to feel some discomfort in his loins, like something was welling inside him... and the feeling wouldn’t stop.
“S-stoooOOOp,” he tried to call out to his jackal attacker between moans, “I- I don’t feel- AH!”
Feren’s plea was cut short by the most pleasurable sense of relief he had ever felt, his mind and body battered by shockwave after shockwave of bliss, his loins burning with an unfamiliar sensation. He bucked his hips upward in a fit of instinctual movements, shoving his cock further into the embrace of Eshe’s mouth, spasming as his full balls emptied their load of white harpy-goo between her lips.
The jackal thief pulled herself off Feren’s sizable shaft as his orgasm ensued, catching her breath and watching her lover and prey shiver with pleasure. A few spurts of harpy jizz managed to splatter Eshe’s face before all was done, his convulsing cock fountaining hot cum all over her hand and Feren’s previously well-cleaned clothes.
All that could be heard in the room after that was the femboy’s laboured breathing and incoherent, lust-induced babbling, his flat chest heaving. Feren felt tired, like he needed to close his eyes and doze off, but instead the voice of Eshe kept him awake, and grabbed his attention.
“Hope you’ve still got some more in you, pretty bird,” teased the suubi with a predatory grin on her face, rising to her paw-like feet and wiping some harpy-spunk from her cheek before she brought a cum-covered digit to her mouth and licked it clean.
Feren gulped and looked up at the jackal girl, unable to formulate any words in response as she straddled her legs around his waist, and stripped herself of her pants to reveal the sun-kissed skin of her thighs, and the dripping, glistening, juicy pink pussy between them. The harpy could only blush harder at the sight, bringing his wings to block his face again, which made the suubi looming over him chuckle.
“What, never seen a good, wet pussy before?” Eshe questioned before bringing a paw down to her crotch and spreading her lower lips, allowing her feminine fluids to drip onto her prey’s bare midsection.
In truth, Feren had seen quite a few pink slits, since he grew up in a harpy tribe mostly filled with women, but he hadn’t seen one in circumstances like these, not on a woman like Eshe.
“Move those feathers, bird boy, lemme see that cute face,” she instructed, taking a few steps forward, her furry feet left on either side of Feren’s narrow shoulders.
He did as he was commanded and moved his wings... something about being told what to do felt good to him. Her tail wagging happily at his compliance, Eshe didn’t waste time and kneeled down right over the harpy’s feminine face with her drooling cunt right above his mouth. Feren didn’t know what to do, he just gulped and kept his wings pinned at his sides, letting warm skin and fur caress his cheeks.
“C’mon, time to return the favor, harpy,” Eshe said, her voice muffled to him by her shapely, toned thighs, “Lick.”
He was hesitant, but Feren took the hint, letting his tongue loll from his mouth to trail along Eshe’s lower-lips, drawing a few needy whimpers from the suubi as he went. Those noises were like music to the feathered femboy’s ears, leading him to lick again at the edge of her pink slit, feeling powerful thighs squeeze at his cheeks.
“D-deeper,” stuttered the jackal, with little more than selfish pleasure on her mind.
Feren was eager to give Eshe what she wanted and put his tongue right between the folds of her pussy before pushing in, sending his untrained mouth muscle to spread her nether-lips enough to make her moan softly. Her pleasured tones sent shivers of satisfaction down the harpy boy’s spine, driving him to probe Eshe deeper until the full length of his oral organ was firmly inserted inside her, rubbing against her sensitive inner walls. Fem-lube poured out of the jackal girl’s extra-juicy pussy as Feren’s rather sloppy cunnilingus continued, and what the femboy couldn’t lap up traveled down his chin and cheeks, coating his face with the slick fluids.
The harpy could hardly believe how wet she was! It all tasted so good to him, that bittersweet taste of arousal, and something about suubi girls made them produce so much more of it. He was in heaven, and he wanted all heaven had to offer. Feren moved his tongue in strange, unfamiliar ways, each shift of his muscle drawing more lovely sounds from his lover and more of her wonderful femlube into his maw. The harpy was very happy with his new place between Eshe’s legs, and was so utterly focused on her pussy that he hardly noticed the peak-pitch the suubi’s voice was reaching, the crescendoing call of pleasure signaling her clixax. Her hips bucked forward, sliding across Feren’s face like she was breeding with it. He could do nothing to stop her cunt from clenching around his tongue, even as he tried to hold her still by hooking his wings around her thighs. Girlcum leaked from Eshe’s tightening slit into Feren’s open mouth and all over his face as the suubi rode out her orgasm, giving the femboy beneath her as much of her delicious juices as he could ever want.
Finally coming down from her peak with a few last jerky thrusts of her hips, Eshe took a long, happy breath and tried to speak between each heave of her sizable chest.
“Not bad, bird boy,” she sighed, picking herself up and off the happily glazed girly boy, getting a good look at that cum-slicked face of his before she smirked and chortled, “You look nice like that.” She took her gaze of Feren’s face for a moment, and instead opted to look back at his cock, which was again at full-mast from all the oral fun he had with his new lover. “Hope you’re ready for round three,” growled Eshe as she slid herself off the harpy’s face, shuffling downwards until she was hovering just above the avian boy’s tip.
“No knot,” she said with a bit of mock-disappointment, taking his stiff prick into the warm embrace of her paw, clearly interested in Feren’s alien anatomy, “But I guess you’ll have to do.” With that and a wink, Eshe reached for the hem of her own shirt and stripped herself, baring her breast to the air and turning her lover’s face an even deeper shade of red.
Feren’s heart sped up again, beating out of his chest. He had never done anything like this before, and he definitely wasn’t expecting his short chase in the market to lead to this of all things. All he could do was lie there and squirm with a previously unfelt anticipation until the jackal girl started her descent, lowering herself until her puffy, sensitive folds were pressed against his cockhead. Eshe didn’t waste time with ritual or hesitation and pushed herself down onto the harpy’s thick shaft, letting his glans pop into her with a happy moan and a swiftly swishing tail. Feren groaned as his cock was hugged at by unbelievable tightness and warmth, spreading his lover’s lower-lips wide with each inch worked between her sopping labia.
When Eshe finally bottomed out on the harpy boy’s dick, she did so with an uncontrollable shiver of pleasure, gently rocking her hips as she adjusted to his length. Feren whimpered in response to the gentle movements, craving more from this suubi mistress that had taken him captive, and she was eager to give. Her flared hips rolled in steady motions to make sure that slab of cockflesh inside her hit all the right places. The couple could only moan and cry out with the bliss of their love making, flesh caressing oh-so sensitive flesh until Eshe’s predatory instincts kicked in, leading the suubi to bend herself over Feren and bury her face in his shoulder.
A scream of pleasure and pain permeated the air as jackal fangs dug into the supple flesh of harpy neck, hips still thrusting and grinding. Along with Eshe’s teeth biting at his nape, Feren could feel her furred hands work their way under his shirt to claw at the smooth skin of his chest.
The combined sensations were too much for the harpy, and he could already feel that discomfort welling in his loins for the second time today, and just like the last time... he couldn’t stop it. With a feral grunt escaping his lips, Feren threw his wings around Eshe’s back in a fit of lust, holding her there as his cock spasmed inside her. Hot alabaster harpy-spunk flooded the jackal’s womb, much to her delight. The feeling of being filled along with the jerky, orgasmic thrusting of Feren’s hips were enough to bring Eshe to her own climax, cries of “YES!” torn from her lips only to be muffled by her lover’s shoulder. Her pussy tightened around Feren’s convulsing manhood, almost milking him and giving voice to a renewed chorus of pleasured groans from the harpy.
Eshe pulled herself from Feren’s grasp as her peak finally plateaued, letting the boy’s wings fall to his sides before looking right into his eyes, satisfaction shining in her gaze.
“You got a name, harpy?” the spent thief asked as rivulets of sweat rolled down her heaving breasts.
“F-Feren,” stuttered the harpy in question.
“Well, Feren,” Eshe began before bending down again to plant a quick kiss on the girly bird’s plump lips, widening his violet eyes with genuine surprise, “I think you’ve earned this.”
Eshe picked herself back up and reached towards her crumpled clothes on the ground, grabbing Feren’s coin purse and flashing him a grin before tossing it on his chest. The harpy wasn’t sure what to say, but managed a quick “Thanks” in response, resulting in another smirk from Eshe.
Well fulfilled and filled, the jackal girl pulled herself off her new lover’s softening cock with a shuddering breath, allowing the bird boy’s manhood to flop onto his flat tummy. Standing up, she quickly dressed herself in full view of Feren, who was busy rising to his own talons. By the time the harpy was standing again, Eshe was already dressed and on her way to the window she entered through.
No one had ever made Feren feel like that before, and he couldn’t just let her go like that... he felt like he needed more, needed to say something.
“Wait!” he finally called out, successfully grabbing the suubi’s attention, watching her turn on a paw-padded heel and walk towards him.
“What’s wrong, pretty bird? Your first time wasn’t that bad was it?” she questioned, cocking her hip and resting a clawed hand on it.
“No, it’s just... I, I just-” Feren babbled, struggling to find the right words.
Luckily for the wayward harpy, Eshe knew just what to say, “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon, cutie,” and with that the suubi turned around again, letting her black, fluffy tail brush against Feren’s midsection. Then, rather unceremoniously, Eshe stepped through the window, and back into the marketplace below.
The harpy boy breathed a long sigh. He felt good after all that, and he didn’t even lose his loot, so things could’ve definitely gone worse, but at that point, it was time for Feren to get dressed, and get back out there...
Maybe find Eshe, if he could.