The Virtue of Valor

Another day, another scouting mission with the dumb crossbow bimbo, Valor thought to himself as he did their customary signal for 'bitch-come-this-way-an-you-gonna-die'. Once again she ran straight into the area, and Valor waited for results. It's true that they'd been doing this together for years, but the dumb bitch just didn't know how to take a hint. 'Pecking your hand isn't affectionate, slapping your face with my wings isn't affectionate, and if I've sent you into dangerous situations like this more than once a week, it's pretty obvious I'm not missing the threat.' Still, he got the same response as ever, from a thankfully more damaged than usual Quinn. "Gee Valor, there must be something these things are helping to camouflage themselves, there was an entire pack of Wolves this time, they dinged me up pretty good!" she exclaimed, airheadedly, as Valor tilted his head at her, looking over her body. It was her only redeeming point, and he didn't hate it. The only problem he had, was he didn't get to use it- until now. Caught up in recounting her battle, she hadn't realized her bodysuit had been damaged around her crotch, giving Valor full sight of her neatly kept cunt.
Making his move, Valor fluffed himself suddenly, screeching at a nearby bush before taking flight. Grabbing her crossbow and moving in to investigate, Quinn bent over slowly, trying to find what had sent Valor off. Feeling his cock pulse to life he was delighted to find that it hadn't shrunken since his last romp with Anivia and Swain. Turning mid air, and tumbling down he began a dive, his eyes locked onto Quinn's fully exposed snatch, and he was going to have it. Shoving it in immediately, Valor found relief in her tight depths, the airhead responding with a moan "O-oh! Valor! What are you doing to me?" she pleaded, as the bird latched onto her, doing his best to keep himself buried in her unwilling depths. The majestic Demacian Eagle screeched at her in reply, feeling himself reach the end of his fun, he released his bird-semen into her, flooding the airhead's hole as he continued screeching at her, for five straight minutes. Finally removing himself from her, he walked quietly up to her shoulder and perched himself there, waiting. The bitch had the long term memory of a goldfish, tomorrow she'd be back to her usual self, with no memory of the incident bar the pain she'll have between her legs.

It was the least she could do for him, after constantly yelling "GOUJEMVAHLOR" every other minute on the rift.