Davesprite sits on your lap naked, the bird-boy trembling slightly as you stroke his feathers. His orange plumage is ruffled, skin flushed beneath where feathers give way to smooth skin. You can feel his heart racing against your chest as he nuzzles into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin.

You grab onto his hips - or what would be hips on a human - and he lets out a whimper that sounds half-avian, half-human. His wings spread involuntarily behind him, feathers fluttering with each thrust as you move inside him. The sensation is unlike anything you've experienced before, tight and warm and perfect.

He grips your hair tightly, fingers tangling in the strands as his beak-like lips press against your jaw. "Please..." he gasps, voice cracking, "don't stop... breed me..."

His glasses fall completely off now, clattering onto the floor somewhere, but neither of you care. His wings wrap around you, pulling you closer as his body responds eagerly to your movements. You remember the potion he drank earlier, the secret he'd been so nervous to share, and you wonder if he can already feel the effect taking hold.