The Touch of Feathers

This is a750 Word Project 2026submission, and my first time publishing here. This is a little out of my comfort zone as I usually write much more mellow content for a YA audience. So, be gentle, but I'd love the feedback.

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The bath had been a nice touch. Warm and soothing as Supreme Grand Chieftain Farteevian washed me with oils. I could almost block out what he said would happen after the 'stench' of my eight foot tall gator scaled Lieutenant Gorminz was off me.

Now, naked in not just his chamber, but his incredibly firm bed. The sheets feel finer than the best silk I'd ever felt.

"My Wren, will I get you to scream tonight, or are you going to keep being a compliant treat?" Leaning over holding ropes for me to see.

I say nothing as I hold my arms over my head for him.

Triumph gleams in his eyes as he secures my arms then legs. I watch as he removes his uniform, enjoying the inherent beauty of the lavender tipped navy feathers coating his muscular torso and arms. While the Ostricea do not have beaks, the feathers and my exhaustion make it easy to picture them as nearly nine foot tall birds of prey.

My wandering mind is brought back when I feel his cold blade scrape lightly against my chest.

He chuckles. "I see you've returned. Now let's see if I can make you scream."

He makes a slow deliberate slice with his blade near my collar bone, and looks disappointed when I do not scream.

If I scream or beg he wins and keeps me.

His eyes trace down my proportional human frame, his face changes as desire consumes him.

"No, I'll see if I can get you to beg," He sets the blade aside, leaning in whispering. "I will get you to beg for more."

I hadn't seen him remove his pants, but the feel of his soft feathers on my legs tells me they are off.

He trails down my neck with sharp little bites, and the nipples of my pert breasts harden before he touches them with his grooved tongue and calloused hands.

I feel him smile around my nipple as I let out a soft moan.

"So, you like that? Maybe I'll like those sounds more than screaming?" he murmurs appreciatively. Moving one of his hands down to my labia, spreading my lips with two fingers and finding my clitoris with a third.

The gentle insistent movement against my clit has me open my mouth in a wordless gasp. He captures my mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue inside. The slender ridged nature of his tongue inside my mouth is both intoxicating and revolting.

Pulling away making an appreciative sound, he lowers himself down to treat my clit to the same sensation as my tongue. He begins with a tentative lick from back to front before circling my little bud with his tongue raking it with the grooves.

I moan loudly when he plunges that incredible tongue into my vagina until it reaches the resistance of my purity. He continues to devour me cooing, "Looks like the Council did not get your purity wrong after all." My juices cling to his chin.

He retraces his mouth back up the trail to my face, pausing to look at his cut. "We'll finish making you ready for your precious lieutenant later."

Supporting his weight, he reaches down to rub his penis along the length of my sex. I cringe slightly when he briefly presses against my anus. He just chuckles softly. "Not yet, but soon I will know there too."

He thrusts his phallus into me hard and fast, and I manage not to scream out at the pain of the abrupt intrusion. He does not give me a chance to adjust as he rears back and thrusts again and again. Forcing his tapered cock into my once pure sex until I can feel the feathers around his organ kiss my clitoris.

With each thrust, I get the gentle stroke of a feather against my most sensitive part. The pain dissipates, bringing a mounting pleasure. There is something about his penis being wider at the base that seems to be driving my nerves wild. I fight the rising sensation until I can no more.

When my moan finally roars out of my mouth, he smiles down saying, "Make it a scream for me next time."

I lost track of the number of times he brought me to orgasm before releasing inside of me with a shriek of his own.

His rut continues until he is completely spent and after I lose consciousness.

No screams. No begging. Only pleasure and some pain.