Erotic short. An angelic sex worker and double penetration.
I did a random Twitter poll thread asking people to choose between two kinks. Wing kink won over tail kink, but only just, so I have both in this short. Will be doing a short for each of the winners!
Featuring Bird! 1149 words. Contains sex work, an angel and a demon-shaped fae, double penetration with a penis in one hole and a tail in the other, and wings!
Terms used for Bird’s genitalia are cunt and pussy.
“Don’t see devils very often?” asked Braithe, and Bird laughed, kissing him again before he pulled away. Braithe’s skin was warm under his skin — his blood ran hotter than Bird’s did — and it had a different consistency, felt more rubbery somehow, poreless, hairless. It looked like hair on the top of his head, but when Bird reached up to touch it he felt that it wasn’t hair at all — they were thin, hollow spines, felt more like grass than they did hair.
“Isn’t it politically incorrect to call you that?” asked Bird, and Braithe’s laugh was a quiet thing, warm against Bird’s skin.
“Maybe,” he said, and his long tail, its end spade-shaped and leathery, wrapped loosely around Bird’s thigh. “What we call ourselves can barely be translated to Irish, let alone English — I don’t know a better thing we could all ourselves. It’s demons that get upset about us being called devils, not us, because it makes people think we’re demons.”
“Well, I don’t know about any of that,” said Bird.
“Angels are simple, easy,” said Braithe, and his forked tongue slid up the length of his neck, and Bird shivered at the wonderful slick heat of it, the easy slide of it, how dexterous it was, much like Braithe’s tail.
“You think I’m easy?” asked Bird mildly, pecking him on the blue-black lips. “What, just because you can pay to have me?”
Braithe laughed, squeezing his hips, and waggled grassy eyebrows. “And for all I’ve paid,” he said, “I haven’t had you yet.”
“We’ll have to fix that,” murmured Bird, and spread his legs a little wider, sitting up on his knees as he looked down at Braithe’s cock. It was colourful — where it adjoined Braithe’s body, it was the same dark, deep blue as the rest of his skin, but it went paler and turned more red as the skin got thinner toward the head, and his actual cockhead was wide and mushroom shaped, bright pink from blue and purple. “What a beautiful gradient.”
Braithe started laughing, dropping onto his back on the bed, and as Bird shifted his knees on the bed, lining Braithe’s cock up with his wet cunt, he leaned in over him. Braithe reached up, dragging his fingers through the feathers at the base of Bird’s wings on each side.
“You know, I’ve heard that before,” said Braithe.
“Really?” asked Bird.
“Yeah, I work in graphic design,” said Braithe, and Bird giggled as he began to work himself down. Braithe’s cock was pleasantly thick, even warmer than the rest of him, and Bird sighed as he worked himself all the way down onto it, feeling it sheath itself in him to the root. “Mmm, tight.”
“Warm,” purred Bird as Braithe slid his hands up through his feathers, dragging and scratching at the sensitive skin, and to reward him Bird spread his wings out, watching the way Braithe’s lips parted, curving into a smile and showing his sharp teeth. “You’d be a wonderful hot water bottle.”
“Well, when you want a hot water bottle for this pussy, you can pay me,” said Braithe pleasantly, and Bird leaned in to kiss him as he ground himself down onto Braithe’s cock, feeling Braithe’s hips jolt up to meet his. Braithe’s fingers slid further into his feathers, pulling and tugging gently at the feathers and sinking right into the down.
Bird was aware of the sudden coolness as Braithe’s tail unwound from around his leg, and he couldn’t help but focus on it as its arrow-tip end traced a leathery line up the base of his spine before dipping lower, sliding between his arse cheeks and tapping his arse.
Bird shivered.
“Lube on the side,” he said, and Braithe leaned back from him, his eyes widening slightly.
“Really?” he asked, seeming surprised, and Bird laughed.
“Yeah,” he said. “If you want to.”
“Fuck,” said Braithe, leaning back and grabbing for the bottle, his tail coming easily around so that Braithe could lather its tip with lube that shone on the surface of the skin. Bird wrapped his hand loosely around the tail’s main part, gripping it loosely and feeling the bones inside it.
Braithe’s hips began to rock up and into him again, and Bird sighed as he felt Braithe’s tail tip slide between his arse cheeks, pressing up against his arse. It felt strange as it worked its way inside him — he felt himself stretch around the leathery yield of the arrow-tip of it before the widest part of the flare popped inside him, and Bird groaned quietly as he clenched around Braithe’s tail.
Braithe slid his tail up further into him, the movement far more measured and flexible than the movement of any fingers might be, or even a tongue.
“Bring those closer,” said Braithe, and Bird wrapped his wings in around the two of them as Braithe fucked up and into him, tail thrusting in alternate movements to that of his cock, and then he sank his hands into Bird’s feathers, scratching at them and pulling them in closer to him.
Braithe pulled a feather free, and Bird grunted, wings fluttering. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” said Bird, “it came free so easily because it was bent. More.”
Braithe laughed, leaning up to kiss Bird’s chest, and Bird wanted to demand more, but Braithe’s tail slid up further inside him in a way that made him choke. At the same time, Braithe’s hands slid further up Bird’s back, pressing hard on the glands at the underside of his wings, and Bird whined.
“God, I never get used to that,” said Braithe, sounding fascinated, and Bird felt his fingers shift as he rubbed them together, no doubt feeling the slick, slightly dusty texture of the oil that had dripped over his hands. “So much of it. I just comb it through, right?”
“Mmm,” said Bird, and sighed as Braithe’s oil-slick fingers combed through some of his feathers, the room full up with the smell of them and the oil especially, a citrusy smell like frankincense.
“Our women have wings,” said Braithe conversationally. “Not like yours — they’re leathery, almost like bats’ wings, but without the fur. I’m not sad I don’t have them, but I wouldn’t have minded them.”
“I wouldn’t mind a tail if I could fuck myself like this with one,” sighed Bird, and Braithe kissed him through his laugh, speeding up the alternation between the thrusts of his tail and his cock: Bird wrapped his wings more tightly around the two of them so that they were cocooned.
“Put you on your belly so I can get better access?”
“Can your tail bend like that?”
“Oh, my tail can bend every way,” said Braithe, and Bird felt his cheeks turn a pleasant pink as he let himself be arranged on his hands and knees.
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