A romp with Gilda

>you try to imagine your nice life back home
>an okay job
>a warm house
>not having to live in a drafty cave
>but you need to focus on things now
>like the ceiling leaking again
>and the fact you can't fix it until it tops raining
>or the ancient wood stove that is much cleaner than when you first moved in but still needs to be replaced
>the dinged and most likely stolen cafeteria trays that are the only plates here
>and most pressing
>180 lbs of feathers and sharp talons that is currently purring and smothering you in her soft plumage
>you attempt to slide a unobtrusively as possible from her grasp
>after what seems like ages you manage to escape
>the dishes need to be done, the fire needs more wood, the rain bucket is probably nearly full-
>'Hey, what are you doing up?'
>her husky voice is made even deeper from sleep but it cuts the silence
>'Uh, nothing, Gilda. just some chores, go back to bed.'
>'Don't tell me what to do, dweeb.'
>she stretches on the bed
>her rippling muscles flexing under her soft feathers as her wings expand and her talons extend with a crack
>with a stroke of her wings she glides off the bed
>kicking up dust and throwing the sheets on the floor
'You know, you could have just walked over.'
>she sidles up close to you and pulls you under her wing
>you try to maintain your irritation
>you fail and nuzzle closer to her
>she breathes into your ear
>'I need you in bed, dork. Now.'
>the first part is soft for her, could almost be mistaken for a request
>but the last word is a firm order
>she follows up with a quick nip to your ear
>it hurts but it also sends a shock of pleasure down your spine
>you tell yourself that it is the potential for more pain that makes you walk over to the still warm bed
>you hesitate
>nothing is going to get done today if she gets her way again
>'Why don't we just go to the groceries or something and get som-'
>she responds by throwing you on it
>pomf
>'Nope, Clothes. Off. Now.'
>soon your lying in the bed naked and shivering
>you tell yourself it from the cold
>Gilda straddles your crotch
>she grinds against your already erect cock
>you try to hold back a shudder of pleasure
>you can't and even let out a small moan
>her own, much larger, penis is starting to rouse
>'See? You wanted this more than I did.'
>her long tongue licks your ear eliciting another, much stronger, shudder
>you manage to get your hands to your mouth before another moan gets out
>she roughly pins your hands against the bed
>'It's no fun if I can't hear you squirm.'
>her full foot and a half is now raging erect
>the veins are rubbing against your own
>both of your precum is giving plenty of lube for her increased tempo
>you instinctively raise your hips in rhythm to her
>you pant and whimper, all thought besides her dick against yours long forgotton
>she suddenly stops
>you let out a small whine despite yourself
>' You know I'm not in the mood anymore.'
'W-what?'
>you can clearly see her throbbing member leaking precum
>you twitch as drops land on your sensitive penis

>'I said I ain't in the mood, you can go back to doing whatever.'
>she's grins
>'Unless you want me to continue.'
'yes.'
>'Sorry, I got feathers over my ears. What'd you say?'
'Please keep on...'
>'Being awesome? Sure will,'
'Please let me touch it. I want it, I need it!'
>the desperation and defeat is clear in your voice
>she smugly smiles as she reclines on the foot of the bed
>'Get your fill then.'
>you crawl on all fours to her
>her dick towers over you
>the smell is almost suffocating
>you tentatively reach out
>'If I wanted to jack off, I'd do it myself. Use your mouth.'
>you gulp
>starting at the base of her swollen testes you lick your way up
>you suckle the sweat and fluid drenched sack like a baby
>the powerful taste emboldens you
>keeping the suction you make your way up and down the shaft
>the precum is streaming down now
>you thirstily drink up what you can
>you stop before the head
>you begin flicking the throbbing member with your tongue
>may as well get back a Gilda a bit
>'Get to the main-'
>you take the head into your mouth suddenly
>she twitches and spasms
>you just hold on and keep sucking
>your tongue circles the rim and finds it's way to her urethra
>she thrusts upwards
>the first spurt hits the back of your throat
>coating it in her thick and musky cum
>you swallow as fast as you can but it seems like it'll never stop
>soon it's dribbling down your mouth
>getting all over the sheets and her crotch
>your head is blank
>nothing but the thought of getting as much of her delicious spunk into your stomach as possible

>her dick slowly goes to semi-erect but you keep sucking
>she grimaces
>'Hey, nothing's in there any more, you idiot.'
>you pretend not to hear her
>she lifts you like a cumsoaked ragdoll and throws you flat on the bed
>now you're the one on your back
>your bobbing manhood still swaying
>Gilda reaches down and starts stroking
'If I wanted a handjob, I'd just do it myself'
>your self satisfied smile disappears when she grips hard at the head
>'You know, you got an awful big mouth for a guy with a dick surrounded by claws.'
>she smirks as she brings her head down
>she begins licking the inner parts of your thigh with her long tongue
>with every long lap she gets closer and closer to your nuts but never actually touches them
>your penis is still throbbing from her grip on it
>with a thrust of her beak she shoves her tongue deep into your asshole
>coupled with the sudden release of your member you almost cum
>you manage to hold back
>it writhes and twists inside you occasionally hitting your prostate
>jesus, how long is that thing?
>you can't hold on for much longer
>she stops
>thank god
>she then shoves two of her talons into you
>you gasp at the sudden intrusion
>roughly, she curls her fingers upwards, directly stimulating your prostate
>you reach to stroke your aching dick
>'Not so fast there, lets see how bad you wanna cum.'
>she pins your arms to the bed and starts fingering you harder
>you're so close
>she stops for a second time
>you unconsciously whine like a dog who's toy was taken from him
>'Relax, I got something better for you.'
>she gets up and hovers her dripping pussy over your almost bursting dick


    >you wake up to the sound of rain still gently falling
    >Gilda is gently patting your head
    >you keep your eyes closed
    >she lightly shakes you
    >'You awake?'
    >you keep up the ploy a bit longer
    >'I love you, Anon.'
    >you're taken aback by that but smile nonetheless
    'I love yo-'
    >you're interrupted by a pillow to the head
    >'If you're awake, go make me some food, you fucking dork.'
    >you get up and give her a peck on the beak before you leave the bed