Caught in the Wind's Caress

by OttersInTrousers

written as a commission for user erta-wanderer on SoFurry – https://erta-wanderer.sofurry.com/ 

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Touch of the Spring Breeze encounters a new visitor to her island home. She must have her.
So she does.

Featuring:
Tai, hermaphroditic redtail boa
Touch of the Spring Breeze, female kingfisher

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Touch of the Spring Breeze quietly watches the many guests of the banquet from her position near the head of the table in the great hall. Yesterday, sailors arrived on the shore of their island home bearing goods. Today, her father—a prince of the isles and a kingfisher like herself—is holding a feast in celebration of his newfound "friendship"—trade agreement—with these traders.

There is a certain allure to these visitors. Especially their captain, a hypomelanistic boa, Tai Wanderer. She's a charismatic, intelligent leader, a shrewd businesswoman, and—allegedly—gifted and enthusiastic lover.

Laughter, too close and too loud, fluffs her plumage and draws her eyes to her left, where she finds her current—though not for much longer—partner is already deep in his cups, and making himself the servants' problem. She sighs.

Breeze wants novelty, new experiences, adventure, and—she eyes the obvious bulge in the pants of the captain—a cock the size of her arm pumping a liter of cum into her womb. Breeze crosses her legs under the table, rubbing her thighs together. What she has is a limited breeding pool of self-important nobles and her father's sycophants, all fools who would rather kiss his feet than give her the worship and attention she deserves. So she tunes out the commotion next to her, watches this captain work her charisma on all those around her, and tries not to drool too obviously. 

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Touch of the Spring Breeze spies her quarry less than an hour after the sun first brightens the sky over the harbor.

She is walking the beach, alone, enjoying the night-cool sand on her talons, the gentle breeze through her plumage, as the sun steadily wakes the island’s inhabitants with its climb over the horizon, considering her options for how she might go about capturing her captain, when who should appear in front of her but the captain herself. Unlike Breeze, Tai Wanderer is clothed, though she has doffed her boots as she stands in the surf, breeches rolled up to her knees, letting the tide roll in over her bare feet and lap at her ankles. There is a melancholy in her eyes, a longing for the sea, for something, that Breeze determines to chase away.

The captain shows no sign of having noticed Breeze's presence, so she takes a moment to fluff out her feathers and preen, adjust her posture to emphasize her assets, then approaches. "Good morning, Captain. I am pleased to find you also hear the call of the sea so early in the morning."

Tai turns away from the sunrise to greet her with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "A good morning to you as well, Princess." Her eyes flick downward, and Touch of the Spring Breeze can't help the prideful smirk playing at the corner of her beak.

Yes, she is beautiful—athletic, especially her thighs and ass, and proud of her body. She subtly tightens herself, flexing to show off. When Tai makes eye contact again, she seems to realize she has been caught, clearing her throat and blushing right through her scales then locking her eyes on Breeze's.

"My apologies, Princess. In my homelands, it is far from customary to walk publicly in such a state of undress, but my surprise is no excuse for my rudeness."

Breeze's smirk only grows.

"Please, think nothing of it, Tai Wanderer. If I did not wish to be seen like this," she sweeps a hand in a gesture from her shoulder to her hips, showing herself off again, "I would not be walking about as I am." Sh leans into the boa's space, up on her toes to counter some of their height disparity. "But I do wish to be seen. And admired. Especially by one such as yourself."

"S-such as myself?" Tai Wanderer stutters. "How so?"

"A new face." Breeze allows her eyes to trace slowly down Tai's body, making it obvious how she ogles the captain. "A traveler, fresh, beautiful, exotic..." She pointed locks her eyes on Tai's crotch, the tell-tale bulge in the trousers twitching at the attention. "Alluring."

"Ah," Tai manages.

As her eyes drift back up Tai's body, she allows them to wander, over the defined muscle of Tai's forearms, the swell of her large breasts, the creamy pink expanse of her scales where her blouse's neckline plunges low enough to offer a tantalizing view of collarbone and cleavage, the saddle stripes along her tail and neck, her violet eyes. 

Breeze titters. "Has it been so long since you experienced an interested party who was forward and direct about her desires?" Breeze lifts a talon to Tai's arm, rubbing up and down her biceps, admiring the smooth feel of her scales through the airy blouse.

Something crosses Tai's countenance, like the look she had in her eyes watching the sunrise—a longing bitter hollowness—then she sighs. She smiles, and shakes her head, and when she looks back to Breeze, some of that fire returns that first drew Breeze's attention at the feast. "No," Tai all but purrs, leaning in while covering Breeze's hand with her own. "I suspect I owe you an apology. I only wished to avoid offending you or your father the Prince." 

Anger boils up inside Breeze. She crosses her arms over her chest, taking pleasure in the way Tai's eyes flick down to her breasts. "You should not give my father such consideration, especially over my own interests. He thinks too highly of himself. Do not make the same mistake he does."

Tai blinks, swallows to buy herself time. "My sincere apologies. I nearly let my hunger for an easy trade deal cost us the chance at making a connection."

"Indeed! Be thankful I am magnanimous and forgiving, and far more interested in you. "

Tai lifts Breeze's hand from her arm and kisses the knuckles. "Thank you for so generous a gift as your forgiveness. I shall endeavour to earn that forgiveness."

Breeze presses herself further into Tai, allowing their breasts and the angle to obfuscate what she busies her free hand with—Tai's belt. "And the day is still young. There is more than enough time for you to rectify your mistake and earn my forgiveness." Breeze finishes with the belt, tugging it away with a satisfying snap, and...

Nothing happens. The breeches simply hang open in the front. She huffs, flustered.

"Oh!" Tai feigns obsequiousness. She reaches back to loosen the loop at her tail while stepping away to take a low, sweeping bow. "My sincerest apologies, my lady, it would seem now my breeches are determined to offend!"

They both laugh, tension and fluster cut by the act, as Tai's pants drop to the sand at her feet.

Touch of the Spring Breeze stares. She can't help but to stare. Because between Tai Wanderer's legs is not one cock the length of her forearm, rapidly hardening with arousal, but

"Two."

Her beak runs over with saliva.

Tai chuckles. "Do you like what you see, Princess?"

Breeze turns hungry eyes upward, a smile playing at the corners of her beak. "Oh, yes. I very much do. Tell me, Captain," she begins, as she crosses the distance again, pressing her body to Tai's, lifting a leg to wrap around the much taller snake's thigh. "Have you ever received oral pleasure from a bird before?" Head resting against Tai's blouse, between her breasts, looking directly up, she trills, quietly, "Would you like to know what it is like to fuck a beak? Because I would be willing to grant you that honor."

Tai wraps a hand around Breeze's back, the other lifting to caress her cheek. "I have not, but I would very much enjoy the chance."

Breeze sinks to her knees in the sand, trailing a talon down the snake's body as she goes. "Then prepare yourself." She flicks out her long, thick, dextrous tongue to lick the tip of one cock. "And do warn me before you climax."

With that she dives in, beak wide, to take half of Tai's length down her throat on the first stroke. The boa goes stiff, surprised and pleased. She starts off slow, easing back out until her tongue can caress Tai's tip, then in again, building an easy rhythm. One of Tai's hands comes up to delicately trace over the vibrant feathers along the side of Breeze's head. As a reward, she wraps her tongue around the shaft in her beak as she withdraws, adding to the stimulation.

"You are quite skilled at this."

Breeze moves her hands from bracing against Tai's thighs to join her head in pleasuring the snake, first hefting her massive testes, one to each hand, rolling them around and feeling how full they are, the promise and threat of Tai's productiveness. Then, she trails one away, up to her free shaft as it bobs in the sea breeze, to wrap around its base, squeeze. Tai hums her approval.

While working the full length of Tai's penis with her tongue and throat, she strokes the other with her hand, up when her head bobs down, gathering pre from its tip, then back down when her head pulls back up. With her other hand, she continues caressing Tai's balls, cradling them one at a time, trailing talons along the surface of her scrotum, delighting in the full-body shivers she brings from the boa.

"Princess," Tai calls, voice strained, drawing Breeze from her focused attention on the snake's endowments. "You asked that I warn you before climax, and I must say, you've brought me swiftly to the precipice." She chuckles.

Breeze looks up, catches Tai's eyes, and winks, then pulls back, the full length of Tai's shaft coming free of her throat, spit glistening in the morning sun reflected off the waves. Tai sags with relief, tension flowing from her every muscle—she must have been holding back, Breeze realizes. Grin tugging the edges of her beak, she pats one large ball before standing. She makes quick work of the lacing along the front of Tai's blouse, then tugs upwards on it.

Tai catches her intent, and helpfully shucks the thing over her head, tossing it to lie in the sand with her breeches. Fully denuded, she leans in to press their bodies together, hemipenes trapped between them and smearing pre and spit into her scales and Breeze's feathers. For a moment, they hold one another.

"I made myself a promise last night, my dear captain."

"Oh?" Tai leans in, voice dropping to a lusty whisper, "And what promise was that?"

Breeze holds her gaze, a single talon tracing idle, meaningless shapes along the soft scales of her belly, then up and along her huge breast, grasping it roughly and answering in a growl, "That I would climb you like a tree."

Tai throws her head back and laughs, a loud, boisterous thing full of life and joy and verve that rings out over the sand and burns away the last lingering remnants of that melancholy still hanging over Tai, like sunlight on fog over the bay. It fills Breeze's heart with a warmth and longing, renewing the warmth pooling below.

"I need you inside me, Tai Wanderer."

"All in good time," Tai coos, already lining up.

It is a somewhat awkward arrangement—Tai stands a foot and a half taller than Breeze, and her hemipenes are quite long. But between Tai crouching and Breeze making good on her promise, they make it work. Tai holds one of Breeze's legs up by the back of the knee, Breeze grasping at both her shoulders, and Tai lines up. Breeze moans her relief when, at last, after subtle looks and fantasies at the feast and a night of lusty dreams and too long spent pleasuring Tai, she is penetrated. 

And oh! To be penetrated by Tai. Her penis is large in both length and girth, enough indeed to rival a forearm. If Breeze weren't already , weren't already dripping with need, it might be too much for her, but as it is it's  what she needs after twelve hours of wishing. Holding herself up by the toes of one talon, steadied by Tai's hand on her knee and her own hands on Tai's shoulders, Breeze twitches and pants as she grinds againt her much taller partner.

And then Tai pulls back—crouches down lower to draw her hemipenis from within Breeze's depths—and with a grunt of exertion, thrusts into her, tip punching through her cervix and into her womb. Breeze sees stars. She might actually squawk, undignified as it is.

She doesn't know, though, because her brain nearly shuts down from the pleasure of it.

Of course, all good things must end, and after only a few upward thrusts, it is already apparent that Tai's energy is flagging. Breeze trails her hands down to Tai's breasts, taking their large nipples and squeezing, bringing Tai to a stop. She rests her forehead against Tai's breastbone.

"Perhaps, before you tire yourself out, we should find a more suitable position?"

"Do you have a suggestion, Princess?"

Breeze drags her beak along Tai's cleavage, nipping gently at the inner side of one breast, then catches Tai's eye. Pushing back, she commands, "On your back."

Tai obeys with a wordless grin, withdrawing the monster from Breeze, leaving her feeling so empty, to fall back in the sand with her twinned cocks standing proud in the seabreeze.

"Perfect." Breeze strides forward to stand over her, a talon to either side of her broad hips. Stooping  to smear precum and pussy juice down each of Tai's shafts, she trills, "Tell me, Tai Wanderer, have you ever used both at once?"

Tai smirks, strokes a hand up and down the bare flesh of Breeze's calf. "Yes, Touch of the Spring Breeze, I have." Then she notices just where Breeze intends to use them, and her eyes grow wide briefly, before she can school her reaction. "Not like that, though."

"Excellent." Tips of both hemipenes pressed together with one hand, Breeze guides them to her vagina. "Allow me to show you the capacity and elasticity afforded me by my avian heritage."

One penis was monstrous, but two at once is heaven. Breeze throws her head back and screams, voice an exultant cry that echoes out over the sea, as she lowers herself down, down, down Tai's endowments, stretched to capacity and beyond, her deepest recesses plumbed, climaxing harder than she ever has before—and Tai hasn't even cum yet. When she comes to rest, hips atop Tai's, legs shaking, fuller than she has ever been before, her scream finally tapers, descending into a moan, and then a delirious giggle.

"Behold, Tai Wanderer." Breeze sweeps her arms wide, showing off her full splendor. Then, to show off her athleticism even further, she starts riding Tai by planting her talons and repeatedly lifting and lowering herself in deep squats. Tai's hands find her hips and stay there as Breeze counts aloud each squat, reaching over three dozen before her own arousal gets the better of her and she has to stop to grind in against her, hands sliding along the plane of Tai's belly, gripping her large breasts, playing with her nipples. With her hips firmly settled atop Tai's again, the boa finally explores Breeze's body, tracing the lines of her muscles and the softs curves of her breasts with reverance and joy, even as their ecstasy reaches its peak.

When Tai cums, it is as a monsoon. 

With both cocks inside her pussy—in her womb—Breeze suffers the full force of Tai's productive balls. The boa arches herself up into Breeze, as if she could fit any more of her massive cocks into the kingfisher, crying out her name, "Breeze!", groaning, tail coiling tight in the sand and feet digging in.

Breeze loses all thought, forgets to even breathe, as she is filled—overfilled—so completely. She wanted  a cock the size of her arm pumping a liter of cum into her womb, but she gets two of them pumping a gallon each. She twitches, grinds her hips unconsciously, a hand drifting from Tai's breast to her own belly as it fills, expands, rounds out further than she has ever seen any expecting mother. The thought of expecting throws her into a tailspin of another orgasm, cackling madly with apoplectic pleasure.

When they finally finish, when Tai's balls fall still and Breeze takes her first shaky breath free of orgasmic high, Breeze rises on shaky legs. A tide of cum sluices from her stretched-out pussy as she steps over Tai and takes her leave, the captain still lying in the sand.

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"We'll be arriving soon, Cap'n."

The rumbling voice of Tai's first mate draws her from reminiscing about the last time she was here, a year and a half ago. She wonders idly, as she often does, how Touch of the Spring Breeze is doing. It has taken quite some time to make good on the promises she made during that first trip, but she is here now, eager to trade—and to see Breeze again. As soon as they make port, while her crew works to unload their cargo, Tai excuses herself to a chorus of knowing smiles and well-wishes.

When she arrives at the prince's grand home, she is met not by Touch of the Spring Breeze, but by one of the prince's servants.

"What do you mean she is uninterested in seeing me?"

"Only that, good lady," the servant, an osprey, attempts to soothe her. "Touch of the Spring Breeze is very much like her namesake—she is a creature of whim and spontaneity. I believe she has simply... moved on?"

A familiar pain flares in Tai's heart. This time, as every time since that first, her heart aches less—disappointment, but not devastation. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and sighs it out, determined to hold onto the joy of that morning, one more link in a chain of good but temporary memories. She opens her eyes again just in time for motion to draw her attention to the bundle of cloth against the servant's chest, wriggling.

The servant runs her hand along the bundle. "The Prince—her father—believes that, well, given Touch of the Spring Breeze's disposition, little Nycea would be better off in her sire's care." She reaches in, then lifts out—

A hatchling.

A beautiful little hybrid, boa and kingfisher, her violet eyes shining, crest of downy nest feathers on her otherwise-serpentine head giving her a ruffled, confused appearance. Despite her heartache, Tai coos. She takes the child in her arms, cradles her to her bosom.

"You said her name is...?"

"Nycea, my lord."

The little one squirms against Tai. Tears in her eyes blurring her vision, Tai whispers to the infant, "My Nycea."

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Her vessel cutting through the waves once more, returning north to her home, Tai stands upon the aftcastle, bundle cradled in her arms, looking back at the slowly vanishing island.