Your hand resting over her shoulder, your steps follow in tandem through the nightclub, avoiding onlookers and partying folk as they throw their night away in a mix of pure ecstasy, the scent of sweat and the taste of alcohol that permeate the dance floor.
You could barely believe how absolutely adorable that raven girl you hooked is, her dark plumage contrasting with the bright blue stripes reacting to the environment’s ultraviolet lights, her shapely hips bouncing rhythmically with each step she took to follow you to an alternate exit, her glowing deep blue eyes looking up to yours and a single feathery finger in front of her ebony beak, holding back her laughter with just enough of a hint for what’s to come as she leads you through the door, meeting the barely lit back alley.
You didn’t have enough time to pay attention to what were surrounding you as she pulled you to a specially dark corner, her glowing feather strips and the vertical stripe on her bangs being the only things you had eyes for. The soft touch of her feathers prod underneath your shirt, pulling it up and revealing your stomach, the subtly defined abs a temple for her worship, the raven pushing her face and dragging her cheek down your body.
With one of your hands cupping one of her cheeks, she kneels onto the hard concrete and sets herself comfortably, explaining the knee-pads on her partying outfit, and using the tip of her beak she deftly hooks your jeans’ zipper, holding the rim with both feathered hands as she pulled it down. With every inch of the zipper undone, more of your skin is exposed and the throbbing underneath the fabric intensified. It was noticeable by her breathing intensifying that she had the same perception as you of the growing package right out of view, and the warmth of her cheek feathers sliding in closer and closer forced your breathing to a stop, anticipation building to a peak as you bit your lower lip.
With an unceremonious yank downwards, she drops your pants and reveals the struggling thin underwear holding your erection close to your body, the throbbing shifting the fabric closer to her beak. As you motion one of your hands closer to the underwear rim, a feathered palm closes around your wrist and pushes it away, her tongue clicking with a tantalizing “tsk, tsk” as her glowing azure irises move from your bulge to your face. In a swift, practically trained motion, her tongue drags over the shaft’s underside through the fabric, the teasing sending shivers up your spine and weakening your knees for a fraction of a second.
You hear her giggles under her breath, the glowing wave of flushing taking over in-between her cheek feathers and her labored breathing slathering your demanding cock in heated ecstasy, so tantalizingly close yet still separated through the thin layer of fabric between her beak and your shaft. Her other hand hooks in the elastic band, holding your wrist tighter as she takes her time pulling the last barrier between your demanding pleasure and her teasing mouth out of the way.
She gasps in surprise as your cock pushes through the lowering underwear rim, smacking her cheek with your erect cock as it throbbed hard, free in the wind, a rolling drop of pre-cum shining in the ultraviolet reflection of her blue glowing feathers. Although you mouth a silent “sorry”, it doesn’t seem like she pays any attention to anything beyond the thick member right in front of her half-lidded eyes, the scent by itself forcing the raven girl to push her legs together in her kneeling position, grinding her inner thighs together as her feathered hands release your wrist and gently rest over your hips.
At first you were unsure of the prospect she sold you into, a beak didn’t seem like the correct… implement for a back alley blowjob, but you could feel your heart beating faster in your chest and your breathing ramping up with the same rhythm as the throbbing on your needy member intensified, and the velvety soft texture of her tongue softly flicking over your sack and moving upwards to the base of your shaft was enough to make you roll your eyes, the thin layer of saliva gleaming in the darkness as she slowly worked her way up with gentle rolling of her tongue around your entire shaft and her beak softly brushing over your skin was barely felt beyond the pressure of pressing lips.
Her slow worship left your cock shifting in the darkness as she removed her beak from your shaft time and again, building up that intense pressure within yourself and pushing it out in thick, dangling beads of pre-cum that dripped over her shoulders and very exposed chest, nipples barely hidden under that thin bikini top. Every time she pulled back, she stopped for a few seconds to admire her handiwork, eyes glancing between your pleasured expression and – slowly covered in saliva as she continued teasing you – throbbing shaft.
She repositions herself, sliding her knees apart and straightening her spine, raising her mouth level with your tip, and pushes her glowing blue tongue out of her beak, its tip rolling over your cock-head and licking up every single drop of pre-cum that has gathered there over the last few minutes, her eyes closing in focused pleasure as she sucks in the mixture of her own saliva and your thick taste and, raising one of her hands over her beak instinctively, she swallows it down in a loud “gulp” that immediately sent your mind racing, the raven opening her beak for your inspection and leaning forward gently to show you her empty throat, softly glowing in the same blue that’s been teasing you for far too long.
Her soft laughter, giggling with your reaction to her open maw, was quickly and violently silenced as you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer, both hands darting to close around her head and pulling her as deep as you could get her into your shaft, burrowing your cock down her throat and pressing her in. Her eyes rolled back her head as she lost herself in pleasure, her throat instinctively swallowing around your cock and almost milking you within her maw. Her beak, surprisingly, didn’t feel any sharper than you’d have pressing a fleshlight’s rim to your crotch, and just like a fleshlight you bobbed her head up and down your cock without any thoughts beyond fucking her throat raw.
Your pre-cum mixed with her saliva and her throat fluids dripped down her cheek and into her chest, the slick tongue pushed aside and raising to press against your shaft’s underside as the main advantage of birdfolk became immediately apparent for you amidst your thrusting onslaught: The lack of a gag reflex made their throats the perfect fuck toy.
Her hands couldn’t hold onto your hips for long as she left them slide down idly besides her torso, the only indication of her consciousness being that she was still holding herself upwards with her knees so your thrusting matched her beak height, but her eyes were long a mixture of unfocused and closed under the intense pleasure she felt having her mouth used that roughly. The mess of saliva and pre-cum rolled down her beak and slathered your balls in thick strands, dirtying your jeans underneath and splattering all over her chest and thighs as you stepped forward, thrusting even harder as you were sure her beak wouldn’t hurt you.
Your balls clenched under that pressure, your eyes rolled back your head and you couldn’t help but to grit your teeth as it felt like you were about to burst, the grip on her head intensifying and one of your hands shifting downwards to press on her throat, sliding a thumb underneath her golden clasp around her neck and pressing through the thin layer between her feathers and your cock, creating just enough pressure within her throat to push your body beyond that peak threshold.
Without a single warning, you slammed her face between your legs, pushing her beak in your crotch and holding her face to that throbbing, unloading shaft deep within her throat. Her eyes widen as she tastes your seed, the blue flushing intensifying further as she tries pulling back and is forced to swallow your concentrated load spurt after spurt painting her inner walls white and filling up her stomach, your hand sliding over to her beak around your shaft and keeping it tightly closed. Her eyes tries focusing on you for a moment, one of her hands raising to your hip and tapping thrice before the pupils unfocused in a thick spurt of cum from between your shaft and her beak splattered down her chest and thighs, and pushed through one of her nostrils.
As your intense pleasure unloads within the raven’s beak, your grip on her eases up and you immediately inhale sharply as you see her knees buckling, her lightweight frame falling to the side and the bird girl immediately laying on the floor of the dirty back alley. The pleasure is overwhelmed by the sudden worry as you crouch to check on her, before a single feathered hand raises up in a shaking thumbs up, as you finally notice she seems to have reached her own climax as well.
Sweating and laughing, you offer her a hand and help her raise to her trembling paws, the mess on her face dragging her makeup around and making a mess of her mascara and the glowing blue reactive lipstick in her lower beak, thick black streaks of tears sliding down her pleasured, grinning face. She uses the back of one of her winged hands to sloppily clean her chin, ignoring the rest of the mess on her face and anything else that dripped down her chest and thighs, as she finally gives you a wink and rests a hand over your chest, the other softly gripping your half-erection and stroking it as she leans towards you.
“Hiii lovely~” Her flirtatious tone betraying her continued arousal, “Name’s Lucy, what’s yours?”