Chapter #5Beneath the claw of a male bird by: Vext   You find yourself pinned to the floor beneath the enormous foot claw of the hawk. The hard wooden planks of the attic creak beneath your body as the weight of the massive bird bears down upon them and you. How a bird of such great size came to be, you have no idea, but you are at a loss of words when he speaks to you. The voice of the hawk is somewhat deep, tenor in pitch, so you presume it to be a male.
The bird-of-prey glares down at you with his large, piercing, deep-brown eyes from behind the yellow cere of his black beak, which appears to have hints of a smirk pulling at its ends. The mahogany coloration of his head plumage dissipates into gradually-shrinking speckles among the white of his chest which reaches all the way down his underside, though his wings and back maintain the deep brown hue of his crest. With your arms pinned out to your sides beneath the foot of the hawk, your head can only lean up a few inches before your face is pressed in between his toes, but judging from what of his rusty-colored tail feathers you can see, you have been seized by a red-tail hawk. What kind of world have you woken up in where they grow to this size?
From the way the hawk’s eyes fixate upon what little of you can be seen from beneath his mighty claw, you can tell he is inspecting you. With such keen eyesight, he need not lean in any closer to get a better view.
“What’s going on here?!” you shout as you try to wrench yourself from beneath the hawk’s scaly foot, though as you feel how thick and powerful the muscles beneath the rough skin are, you soon realize it is a futile effort.
“Isn’t that what they all ask,” the hawk remarks, almost as if talking to himself.
“They?” you question, curious of what befell these other people to which the hawk refers. A brow of the great bird twitches as he scoffs in contempt, reeling his head away as if you were not worthy of his direct attention. His black, curved beak almost grazes the ceiling of the attic as he keeps an eye locked upon you.
“You humans… you always have the answer to everything, always knowing what’s best.” That is when the bird leans over to bring his face closer to yours. His head blocks out the sun which shines through the hole of the attic roof in which he flew, his sleek face coming into full detail when it is less than two feet away from yours. “Why should I give you answers when you don’t even give my kind a choice?”
The round, brown eyes of the raptor narrow, his beak slowly coming to a close as he awaits an answer. As intimidating as this huge, feathery monster is, as small as he makes you feel trapped beneath his rough, meaty foot claw like a mouse awaiting consumption, you can’t help but marvel in the beauty of such an avian specimen. His size gives him a presence unparalleled by any animal you have seen face-to-to-face, and even beneath his plumage you are able to see the muscle definition which earns him his species’ reputation as some of the greatest predators.
And it is then, once his tail has been lifted to lean his head forward, do you notice something glistening in the sunlight, something hovering in the air between his legs, reflecting the sun’s rays in your eyes. You avert your gaze briefly to find out what it is. It wavers as it remains suspended in the air, falling slowly to the ground. It appears to be a drop of fluid, something thick, viscous, and clear. Sure enough, you see a tendril of thick fluid dangling in between the enormous hawk’s legs from within a fuzzy bushel of down that conceal something within them. He can’t possibly be aroused by this, can he?
Finally, when you return your gaze upon the scornful face of the bird, a great gust of warm air escapes his nares and billows in your face as he huffs disdainfully.
“Well, human, it is because I am better than you that I will give you a choice. Perhaps not one you will benefit from, but it’s more than your kind is capable of giving,” says the hawk as he lifts his head partially, the movement causing the slimy drop of clear liquid to descend from his crotch and wet the floorboards below.
A great pressure is relieved of your chest as air fills your lungs once the hawk’s prodigious foot claw is lifted off of your body and plants itself on your other side. It is then that a powerful odor fills your nasal passage, one that is distinctly animal. The air between the hawk’s legs had become warm as heat radiated from within his crotch feathers, and the air is pungent with the aroma of arousal. As early as you asked yourself where that scent was coming from, you see emerging from within the damp and fuzzy white plumage of the hawk’s crotch a conical, but thick, organ, pinkish in color, ridged with muscles, and bulging with veins, emerging in heavy, steady throbs. Growing more and more with every beat of the magnificent bird’s heart, the hawk’s erection emerges from within his body as it releases another huge ball of clear fluid, larger than before, letting it descend in a thick, slimy droplet slowly to the ground, missing you by inches. The great feathered creature looms over you as you sit upon the wooden floor, a yellow foot claw on either side of you while the hawk’s gamey, overwhelming sexual musk assaults your nostrils.
With a great breeze, the hawk flings his wing open, his head craning over you, presenting his impressive avian body to you in a gorgeous display of size and power, both in presence and sexuality as his fully-erect penis extends from his feathery crotch. The bird’s member tapers in shape, though its powerful muscles keep it bobbing with rock-hard rigidness in reaction to every movement he makes.
“Now then, human…” says the enormous red-tailed hawk, wings splayed to the point he consumes half the attic, leering down at you in between his yellow-scaled legs where his avian penis at least two feet long points directly at you. “Make your move.”
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