← Samuel the Rogue: Where the Feathers Fall

Chapter 11 - Love Among the Leaves

Chapter 11 - Love Among the Leaves

We crashed back into the nest, breathless and laughing, with the Aerie’s screeching far behind us. I landed in a heap, every bruise I had lighting up at once, but I was still so worked up from the escape that the pain felt far away and didn’t matter.

“Holy shit,” I wheezed between bursts of manic laughter, “we actually made it!”

Aeolin collapsed beside me, his chest heaving, his feathers sticking up every which way, which somehow made him even hotter.

“Well,” he panted, grinning wildly, “for a clumsy ground-dweller, you certainly have your moments.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I shot back, “for a glorified pigeon.”

His laughter rang out, echoing through the nest. When it died down, his eyes dropped to my hand, where the ring was still warm and throbbing. My attention snapped back to it, the band tight around my finger.

“How do I get this thing off?” I asked, tugging at it. The damn thing wouldn’t budge.

“Hold still,” Aeolin commanded. He took my hand, and his grip sent a jolt up my arm and straight to my crotch. “The Mating Signet is bound by desire. You must... calm it.”

“Mating Signet?” I echoed.

“A ceremonial artifact,” he explained, his eyes never leaving the ring. “High-ranking harpies use them during mating challenges. Zephyra wasn’t affected in the Court because the Sun-King’s magic creates a boundary.”

“And outside it?”

“It’s like a beacon to every harpy within miles,” he said grimly, and pulling my hand up to his lips, he sang a low chant against the metal. His breath was warm on my skin. He licked the ring next, one long slow lick, and I felt the magic let go. It slid off my finger easily, and I was a little sorry he was done licking.

He set it down on the moss, where it lay glinting. I was still buzzing all over from nearly dying and getting away with it, and I wanted him bad.

“Aeolin,” I said, and it came out all rough.

He licked his lips. “Took you long enough, Sam,” he chirped.

He looked down at what was left of my pants, which wasn’t much, and grabbed a fistful of the torn fabric. I didn’t stop him.

“These are ruined,” he said, his voice gone low. “You don’t need them anymore.”

Before I could protest, he ripped the remaining fabric away with a single powerful tug, tossing the shredded pants over the edge of the nest. I watched them flutter down into the depths of the jungle, and it hit me that I was completely naked.

“Hey!” I started to object, but I shut up when I saw how he was staring at my cock.

“Much better.” He looked me over head to toe and took his time about it, and I didn’t know what to do with my hands.

I lunged forward and kissed him so hard our faces mashed together. It was rougher than the kiss on the jungle floor, and this time nobody was chasing us. We went at each other hard, all teeth and spit.

He pushed back against me, his strength surprising as he pinned me to the nest, his wings spread wide over us, so big and gorgeous they scared me a little. His feathers brushed my cheeks, but the body under them was hard and pressed tight against mine.

“Careful of your wounds,” he growled against my mouth, even as his talons scraped lightly down my sides, and I shivered all over.

“Fuck the wounds,” I grunted, arching into his touch. “I want you.”

I grabbed at every part of him I could reach, feathers and all. His wings were light, but there was hard muscle under the feathers, the same muscle that had just carried us out of the Aerie. I grabbed the edge of his wing and pulled him closer.

Aeolin’s hands were all over me too, rough and greedy. His fingers traced the lines of my muscles, the edges of the gash across my chest, which had split open again in the crash. Each touch made me jump, and I couldn’t tell if I was more excited or more nervous.

“You’re so warm,” Aeolin said into my mouth. “Like you’ve swallowed the sun itself.”

I laughed. “And you’re so... light. Like you might float away if I don’t hold you down.”

Aeolin narrowed his eyes. “Then hold me down,” he demanded, his voice dropping so low it made my cock throb. “If you can.”

I didn’t need to be dared twice, and I dug my hands into the feathers on his back.

Aeolin’s wings came down around us, blocking out most of the sunlight coming through the leaves. His feathers were every green you could think of, and they tickled me all over. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears.

“Gods, Aeolin,” I panted between breaths, “your feathers... they’re...” I couldn’t find the words.

He laughed, high and bright. “And you’re so fucking hard.” His hands were running over my chest, careful to avoid the gash. Every time his hands moved, my cock jumped.

I grinned like an idiot. His feathers were cool and silky against my hot skin, and when I ran my fingers through the fuzz under his wings, he squirmed.

His heart was pounding against my chest as fast as mine.

“Sam,” he whispered, so low I almost missed it under the rustling leaves. “Lie back.”

I did as he asked, my body sinking into the soft bedding of the nest. It smelled like orchids and dirt. Aeolin climbed up my body and knelt over my chest, his wings spreading wide and casting us in a green glow. His cock, hard and gleaming with precum, was inches from my face. I could smell how sweet he was, and it made my mouth water.

“Fuck, Aeolin,” I groaned, and it came out as a croak. “You smell so damn good.”

He gave a low chirp that made my stomach flip. “Taste me, Sam,” he said, and he sounded desperate.

I’d never had a cock in my mouth before and had no idea what I was doing, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I leaned in, my lips brushing the tip of his cock. It was wet and slick, and it tasted sweet. I took him into my mouth, and it was like sucking on the ripest, juiciest fruit in the jungle. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to devour him.

Aeolin gasped and trembled as I took him deeper, so I figured I was doing something right. His wings fluttered hard and fast, and every feather that brushed my skin made me shiver. He tasted sweet and green, with salty sweat under it.

“Sam,” he moaned, his hands knotted in my hair. “Don’t you dare stop.”

I hummed in agreement, the vibration making him gasp again. I couldn’t think about anything but his cock in my mouth, the taste of him, and his feathers against my skin, and I fucking loved it.

Aeolin pulled out of my mouth and slid down my body, kissing his way down my chest, his feathers dragging over my belly. His hands, surprisingly human despite the talons, moved down my body, more careful than I expected from someone that strong. He found the curve of my hip and the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“Is this... crazy? We almost just died,” I whispered.

“That’s why it feels so good. We’re alive,” he said, low, with a chirp in it. His breath on my skin nearly made me moan.

He moved lower and pushed my knees up, his wings fluttering with each breath. It was so much at once that I nearly lost my head. When his lips brushed against my ass, I gasped, and my hips jerked off the moss.

“Aeolin,” I squeaked. “What are you...?”

He laughed under his breath, and I felt it all the way up my spine. “Relax. Just enjoy.”

So I did. His tongue was warm and wet, tracing circles that made me squirm. Every flick made me twitch, and I had a pretty good guess where this was going. Nobody had ever done that to me before, and I was nervous as hell. His feathers tickled the backs of my thighs.

When he finally pushed into me, he went slower than I expected. He was so light on top of me that I barely felt his weight. It was like being filled with air, and it thrilled me and scared the hell out of me at the same time. I sucked in a breath, my body tensing for a moment before I let go and took all of him.

“Fuck, Aeolin,” I moaned, clawing at the moss. “You feel... incredible.”

He leaned down and kissed me so hard I couldn’t get any air. His belly rubbed my cock with every move, and I was so fucking turned on I couldn’t think straight.

“You feel pretty damn good yourself,” he purred against my lips.

Each thrust rocked me back into the moss, and each kiss made me want him more. His movements were slow and deliberate, like he wanted to make it last as long as he could.

When he came, it was with a high cry that went straight through me. He pulled out slowly, shaking all over. Before I could even catch my breath, he was moving down, his lips wrapping around my cock. The sudden switch nearly sent me over right there.

“Fuck, Aeolin,” I groaned, my hands gripping his feathers. “You’re so damn good at this.”

He hummed around me, and my toes curled. I was holding on for dear life, already close. Every flick of his tongue and every suck pushed me closer to coming. Gods, so this is what it feels like.

“Aeolin,” I moaned, my legs going stiff. “I’m... I’m gonna...”

He pulled back slightly and looked up at me. “Not yet, Sam. Not yet.”

He took me deeper, and I gasped and begged him for more. It was too much, and every time I got close, he eased off and kept me hanging right at the edge.

By the time we came up for air, the sun had gone down, and the cool night air hit my sweaty skin. Aeolin’s feathers, damp with sweat, stuck out at odd angles, and he was a total mess, which only turned me on more.

He straddled me, staring straight down at me. His ass pressed against the head of my cock, and my whole body jumped.

“Aeolin,” I started, my voice barely a whisper. “You don’t have to...”

He cut me off with a smirk, his hands gripping his own nipples as he slowly lowered himself onto me. “Shut up, Sam. I want this. Consider it your reward for surviving.”

He gasped as he took me all the way in, shaking. He was so damn tight and so hot inside that I saw stars. I let out a low groan, and my hands went to his hips, my fingers digging in.

“Fuck, Aeolin,” I managed to choke out, my voice shaking. “You... ahhh.”

He leaned forward, his wings beating slow. Every time he breathed out on my face, I shivered.

“Speechless, Sam?” he teased, with a chirp at the end of it that drove me wild. He was tighter than Iris, way tighter, and it felt so good.

He began to move, his body rising and falling nice and slow, and it was torture. Every time he sank down I groaned, and I was already getting close.

“Aeolin,” I panted, sliding my hands up off his hips and into his feathers. “I want... I want to switch.”

His eyes went to the gash on my chest. “Sam, your chest. You’ll make it bleed worse.”

“I know,” I cut in, annoyed. “But I want to... to be closer to you.” I wanted him under me so I could do the fucking for once.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine. “We are close. Closer than you think.”

And with that, he began to move again, his pace quickening, his feathers rustling every time he came down. He rode me harder and faster, and I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Aeolin,” I groaned, and my heels dug into the moss. “I’m... I’m gonna...”

He kissed me hard, his tongue in my mouth. I shoved up into him one last time and came so hard everything went white.

We stayed like that for a long time, sprawled out in the cool night air. He kept his wings wrapped around me. I could still taste his spit and the sweet precum from earlier. We were both slick with sweat, and the moss under us was damp.

Once my head cleared, I looked over at the spear Aeolin had brought back and the ring lying in the moss beside it. The ring was still glowing a little.

“So,” I said, reaching for it with a grin, “I actually stole something off Zephyra. My rogue skills are finally paying off.”

Aeolin snorted, snatching the ring from my fingers with surprising speed. “Your ‘rogue skills’? You mean falling on a harpy and letting her have her way with you? A bold strategy, I’ll admit.”

“It worked!” I protested, lunging for the ring. “Give it back.”

He held it just out of reach, wiggling it at me. “Come and get it, thief.”

What started as a playful grab turned into a full-on wrestling match. We rolled across the nest, laughing and grappling for control of the ring. His feathers tickled my skin as we tussled, and he was every bit as strong as me, which was hot as hell.

Finally, he pinned me, the ring held triumphantly above my head. But when he looked down at it, he stopped laughing.

I stopped squirming under him, because whatever he was thinking about, it wasn’t wrestling anymore.

“Why did you take it, Samuel?” he asked, his voice low. “Wearing a Mating Signet is a declaration. What were you trying to declare?”

I knew the answer, and I kept my mouth shut about it.

“I... I just saw an opportunity,” I said, and it sounded lame even to me. “For a bonus.”

Aeolin stared at me for a long moment, then rolled off me, the ring still in his fist. “A dangerous bonus,” he said, and I couldn’t tell if he was mad at me or worried about me.

I lay back on the damp moss, naked as the day I was born, my ass sore, staring up at the dark leaves. He could hang on to the ring for tonight. I’d gotten the better prize out of the Aerie, and I’d worry about what that meant once I could feel my legs again.