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Ah, Magdora.
Always such a beautiful world… Pristine shores, massive olive-green jungles with a wealth of wildlife deep within- and the world’s cities were certainly no different. From a distance, the capital might have appeared to be a haphazard collection of brightly-coloured shards of metal and glass surrounded by a sea of blue flower-crops, but even from its outermost streets there was an artistry to how it all flowed together, from their foundations to the gaps in their canopies. And with all the technology hidden everywhere the eye could see, it would have been no surprise to see this world flourish as the heart of a grand empire…
But this was not such a universe. Here, Magdora was but one of many worlds trimmed in gold and kept under rule by one fist alone- though the history that brought Magdora its strength likewise spared it from a much darker fate. A personal visitation from said “fist” was natural, and the parades and celebration that came with it were befittingly extravagant, for a people who believed the raptor had helped fell an ancient enemy… But even as the attempts to woo and flatter him extended deep into the night- some even quite personal,- there were only a few things that managed to stick in the raptor’s debaucherous mind… some that he would take advantage of in the day to come.~
The morning that came after the main banquet managed to be just as filled with attempts from the locals to curry favour with their new emperor. The Magdorans certainly seemed eager to please, but Yskra’s attention had been exclusively caught by… cultural matters, that morning.
His travelling party had been taken down to one of the tower’s many lounges, and though he had forgone a proper tour of the tower since his arrival, the lounge had thus far proven to be among his most favoured. The reasoning was simple enough- an unobstructed view of the capital city below, the lounge itself was quite comfortable and already rather guilded, and he had express access to the various sweet-foods and fermented drinks the Magdorans had proven themselves quite adept at crafting. The stuffed breads weren’t what had caught his attention, however.
He watched his companions- or rather, his pets - entertain themselves in their own ways, with local games and media, some even just delving into the local intranet for subjects of interest. One was even acting as something of a guide for the others, his native Magdoran trophy , no less. The carefree attitudes many of them held themselves was where much of Yskra’s attention lied, however- though carefree was a bit of an understatement here.
See, for all of Magdora’s impressive cultural and technological prowess, all built off the backs of an oppressive alien regime they excised off their homeworld not any more than a few thousand years prior, even delving into technologies many others would consider arcane…
They never adopted pants.
The precise sociological reasoning was beyond Yskra, though he knew more interested minds would find a concise answer for him soon enough. All the same, it meant that save for the cloaks and ponchos that seemed ever-present in Magdoran culture and only a handful of alternatives that left extremely little to the imagination, almost everyone on the planet was quite bare . And though those ponchos did quite well to cover most of their body at a glance, a more focused eye would easily see everything that was on offer underneath… and it certainly never helped that some were quite careless about how they moved, bouncing just enough to flash themselves, leaning too far over a table…
And it was all so delicious!
It certainly helped that the Magdorans had such an open attitude, too- if he didn’t do anything outright innappropriate, they certainly weren’t going to stop him… and even then, being an emperor came with special privileges. Privileges aside though, there was one of his party who stood out to him… an avian like his trophy, but not a Magdoran- brown-feathered and in spite of how well they acclimatized to life within his empire, not one used to being around so much technology. Only natural, really… they were from a far more tribal culture (at least, as far as they knew), none of this was common to them, and in spite of clearly being a little out of their element, they weren’t one to ask for help. Yskra could rectify that.~
Robyn would come quickly when he called their name, though the tone of how he ‘suggested’ they “Come sit with me, just relax.~” did ruffle their feathers… but even so, they didn’t want to do otherwise. Having a chance to just sit away from the other noise and commotion was certainly a welcomed thing, especially considering the platter of treats the raptor undoubtedly had before him, not to mention his most favoured tea. Robyn wasn’t at all hungry by the time they settled into their seat- but Yskra’s own was quick to make itself all the more apparent, when a hand reached around to their back, pulling them closer to the raptor… but what might have outwardly appeared to be an innocent gesture of proximity, perhaps even something affectionate, the sharp hardness of his claws against the plumage on their side was as clear as day, all thanks to how easily he could reach under their poncho, even while in plain sight of everyone else! If their feathers weren’t on end by the mere implication of the raptor having plans, that would certainly do the trick.
The eagle wanted to say something, indignant as they were- but they couldn’t find the words before Yskra himself spoke again, in a hushed tone. “Careful now- wouldn’t want to get caught in a compromising position, now, would we?~” While Robyn still wanted to protest, even if it was all feigned… they would relent after a moment. He did have their own entertainment in mind too, even if it was putting them in a position rife with potential embarassment… And while they wouldn’t have to look up at him to see the grin that appeared once they started leaning on him more properly, the harsher, possessive grip of his claws was entirely unavoidable. Robyn leaned into him, accepting whatever he had in mind for them, and he was quick to shift his hand down to their ass properly, intentionally and possessively squeezing, before slipping forward over their belly, fingers trailing through feathers that had only increased in fluffiness as Robyn’s self-consciousness similarly grew. The raptor’s pace was rather measured at first, by his standards at least, giving Robyn a chance to adjust to being handled so publicly. His goal was much more focused on the simple act of teasing for certain, claws not quite digging into Robyn’s body as much as he might have in any other situation, but the fact it helped them enjoy being handled like this so publicly was an appreciable benefit.
It wasn’t long before his hands found their way to more intimate locations, free hand trailing up along Robyn’s belly towards their flat chest, sharp points ever-clear through their feathers as he tread over such familiar territory while the other kept its attention on their rear and below. Robyn was such a pleasant bird to hold, with their soft feathers and an aesthetic well suited to their owner’s tastes. While their feistiness had largely been defused by their own need to avoid undesirable amounts of attention, the way they gently squirmed under his touch was still all too entertaining. The arch of their back as his claws pressed into their skin, the little noises they made as he traced over deeply memorized sensitive spots… little pleasures that encouraged willingness from the eagle as much as it pushed the raptor to tease them further. When Robyn seemed to have begun properly enjoying themselves, Yskra took the chance to move the bird into a more interesting position- the hand that had been toying with their ass suddenly gripped onto their thigh, lifting Robyn up and closer to him still, until they ended up in his lap before they could think otherwise.
Robyn had the mind to protest against his movements, but Yskra moved just as quickly again to make extra clear what the ‘local attire’ meant for him- a familiar warmth pressing up under Robyn’s tailfeathers from between his legs, perfectly hidden by their body from an outside view. The eagle was rather lucky that feathers didn’t hold a blush quite as obviously as skin did, because otherwise they would have been the reddest thing in the room, though a keen eye might have been able to notice it all the same. It was much harder to hide the startled noise they made when the hand that had lifted them onto his lap rather suddenly dived between their legs, fingers knowing exactly where they needed to go to find the eagle’s slit. Luck was on Robyn’s side at least, as it didn’t seem like anyone noticed, but coming so close made them grit their beak as the raptor dug deeper, fingers quickly working towards their most sensitive nerves, and they could practically feel their own body heating up under his touch…
Maybe Yskra wanted to push the limits more, or maybe he was a little overeager- in either case he wouldn’t give his loyal pet much chance to take things gently, not at this point. It wouldn’t take long before Robyn was keening needily under his grasp, noises just loud enough for him alone to hear, but the embarassment grew all the same… and as if to add insult to injury, it was only a few moments into this that one of the wait-staff decided to approach. She was a small and shiny lizard of some kind, something that Yskra would have gladly sated his needs on then and there, but with how she so casually came to ask if they wanted anything, seemingly oblivious to anything going on between the two, Robyn’s ability to keep quiet was waning rapidly.
The exact words exchanged didn’t matter much to the raptor, and Robyn had far greater concerns than to fully pay attention- like the fact that even while keeping up appearances, and speaking as if nothing at all was happening, Yskra was still digging his claws into the eagle’s slit and feathers, and to them it certainly seemed like he was doing what he could to make it even harder to ignore… but that could have just been their mind playing tricks on them, edged on by a bystander being this close to discovering what he was doing with them. It certainly didn’t help matters at all that the warmth poking up between his legs had grown harder and hotter as the minutes passed, something that Yskra was handling far better than Robyn was. The lizard certainly seemed to notice that Robyn was rather heated at this point- something that the raptor was quick to pass off as something far too spicy for the eagle’s tastes, apparently a rather common issue for newcomers. If nothing else, that was enough to get the waitress to leave them be- but now that the heightened risk of being spotted was aleviated, Yskra took the chance to push his pet even further, actively working his length against their dripping slit even as his fingers worked their way as deep as they could go, and his other hand kept the avian effectively bound.
Robyn found themselves up against an increasingly difficult challenge in keeping even the smallest noises in, Yskra’s teasing could only deepen further still. His claws threatened to leave more than just welts on the eagle’s skin, hand moving smoothly between squeeezing their belly and ever-flat chest while the one between their legs dug deep into that vent, toying with every sensitive nerve present with well-practiced talent. Under the assault of their master, it took all of Robyn’s willpower to keep themselves quiet, especially as they neared that climactic edge… managing to keep themselves just to huffing and whining at a low enough volume for no one else to notice. Yskra on the other hand, took the chance to taunt even more. “Feeling that need already, pet? Growing desperate even knowing how many eyes would be on you if you did?~” He growled to them, emphasizing his words with a particularly harsh grab to their middle, as if trying to put a vice-grip around their innards. Robyn couldn’t find the words to respond, only making a barely-contained whine in turn, only barely keeping below the ambient volume… “That almost sounded like a please.~” Yskra crooned, letting himself up the intensity one last time, as if he was complying with his pet’s begging, and just as they were reaching that edge…
He stopped.
His grasp remained tight, but he pulled away from their vent just before they could get that release they needed, hips rolling forward and thighs tightening together in a moment of desperation. Robyn practically whimpered once the absense of his fingers had set in, practically asking him why he stopped even if it wasn’t in so many words. “Such a needy little pet.~ ” Robyn couldn’t help but pathetically grind against him for as long as they could, but it just wouldn’t be enough to get the release they craved , hands unable to help while being held by Yskra, especially while still trying to avoid overt attention. By now, Yskra’s own needs had well and truly started to boil over at this point, but as he said to the eagle he had grander intentions for them. As he was, patience was a difficult resource to keep hold of, but even a small amount of it here would be rather valuable. Thus, he allowed his toy to try and pleasure themselves for the few minutes they would, and when Robyn had fully calmed down, they would be allowed to rejoin the other pets before they all left for other activities along with Yskra himself. He knew Robyn wouldn’t say anything to spoil his fun…
And the surprise of his plan would be such a treasure too.~
Yskra’s own needs hadn’t died down by the time the travelling party found themselves outside- But the raptor had plans. Plans that only needed one final, perfect piece…
If nothing else, the massive park space they collectively found themselves in was a nice distraction. The gardens alone might almost rival some of those found back in Yskra’s imperial palace… almost. There were plenty of stories told in the many statues and dedications they crossed paths with on the trek towards the park’s most glorious center- but what caught Yskra’s eye more were the glittering and vibrant crystals that began jutting out from under the foliage as they neared the centerpiece of it all. He had been told they were inert, purely decorative things, but that only gave him more reason to take a choice sample for himself that no one would notice…
Before the sun was at its highest, and when the weather had hit a warmth of utmost comfort, the raptor and his pets found themselves at the base of a massive, monolithic shard of obsidian, humming with the same energy the crystals that decorated the edges of the pathway were known for. Where all of this world’s richest started…
And the perfect thing for Yskra’s plan!
Oblivious to any more devious things going on, their little tour went on as normal, the group encouraged to come close to the monolith to bear witness to some of the alien markings that littered parts of its surface. That trophy of Yskra’s was certainly taking a good deal of joy out of being able to lead such a tour, to say the least, but his focus was still elsewhere- and when he found himself right near the base of the xeno construction, everything had fallen into place… and Robyn was no more than an arm’s length away, to boot.
Robyn stayed that close to the raptor even as he moved around the monument, and though they were far more presently aware of his needs, they did not expect him to do anything while so publicly exposed… even given how little they were both wearing at the time. Thus, Robyn let their guard down a little- but that would prove to be a mistake for them. One that Yskra eagerly welcomed!
Robyn’s head met the cold obsidian with considerable force, not enough to intentionally cause any harm, but the avian let out a loud squawk… enough to draw the attention of everyone nearby. “I though the locals could do with a little show- and you are the perfect toy to demonstrate with!” Yskra growled into Robyn’s ear, just loud enough to be heard by those nearby but focused almost entirely on the toy themselves, but as much as they might try and resist him they were far too compliant for their own good… and the embarassment was always delightful on its own.
Before they could even think to act, the raptor had already flipped up the lower edge of Robyn’s poncho, a hand almost outright yanking their tailfeathers up and exposing their rear in full. He knew the answer already, but he ran his fingers over their crotch, talons teasing along the entrance to their slit far less than he had toyed with them earlier, but still coming away with a clear coating of warm lubrication. No way Robyn could try ignoring it as they had been when the wet warmth of it was smeared over their own flank- nor when Yskra pressed his belly between her cheeks, letting his own hardened warmth slide up along their belly, having done well to keep his needs hidden from open few until now and catching their slickness on his base in that moment of simple teasing. They wouldn’t get much of that prelude now, though, not after the morning either of them had.
He didn’t care much for how forcefully he entered the eagle, but they likewise wouldn’t argue with it either way, his grasp alone was far too strong for them to properly fight back against- the way he was keeping their upper body pinned and hips raised only made the situation worse. They could feel the tip of his length pressing deep into them, hitting depths that could never be claimed by another with enough force to elicit another squawk from them, but they wouldn’t notice how noisy they were becoming over the sensation of the rutting he was quickly giving them, barely giving them a chance to adjust to his presence, let alone much buildup for the pace he was taking. Yskra was almost acting like an animal with how rough he was being, but no beast would have had the same intention to their movements as he did, and with how well his toy had been molded to his presence, it was only natural that he knew exactly where to hit to get the sweetest noises from them.
At the rate he had started, it wouldn’t be long before all attention on the pair. The first noise might not have garnered much attention on its own, as there were plenty of seemingly unusual things one could hear in a space like this if one was listening closely after all- but when the noises continued, and the lewd heat of what was happening to Robyn started seeping into their bird-calls, that was when what could have been something easily dismissed by all who weren’t in immediate sight of it would join in on investigating. Robyn wouldn’t notice all those extra eyes at first, too far consumed by how well the raptor was able to spread their slit, body eagerly squeezing around his length with the kind of skill that only came from repeated breedings like the one they were getting, as much as their conscious mind played little part in it. They absolutely did want this though, as much as their attitude might have said otherwise. Their resistance was all part of the fun to Yskra, especially in moments like this where it all began to melt away… though there was still just that little bit left to work out of them before the day was done.~
“Look at all the attention you’re drawing, little toy-” Yskra growled to the eagle below him, slowing his pace just a little so they could properly comprehend how the scene around them had changed. He still emphasized how deep he was into Robyn by pressing his hips harder into theirs at the apex of every motion, but they could nonetheless see the growing crowd around the pair even with their limited field of view- their ‘tour-guides’, travelling party, and even quite a few strangers had gathered loosely in a circle around them, gawking and murmuring at everything unfolding… but surprisingly, as much as there was indeed shock that they would do something like this, there was an equal amount of intrigue… and even though many of the strangers might not have recognized Yskra quite yet, no one was trying to stop his actions at all- or even seemingly have the thought to! Knowing they were being watched was enough to get Robyn tightening around Yskra in only the best ways, embarassment making them squirm in his hold all the more, and both of them knew exactly how enjoyable such a thing was even if Robyn did their best to hide their part of it.
Yskra would of course take the chance to rail them more firmly than he had in the beginning, adding plenty of repeated, wet plaps in between the brown-bird’s noises. Between his roughness and the noises of the smaller bird’s body, it would be hard to pick up on any of the noises made by the crowd around them, and likewise difficult to focus on any of the faces, but none of it would give any reprieve from its presence - and as much as they were melting under their owner’s relentless need, it made their body stay firm and tight around him, much to his gratification.
It was perhaps unfortunate for them both that Yskra had become as pent up as he was, after that morning’s teasing- but even if his fun was going to be cut short by his own release, he was getting exactly what he wanted out of all of it in that moment. As much as they still tried to keep their enjoyment hidden from the audience that had gathered, Robyn was nonetheless rewarded for every noise they let out, and every movement that only drew Yskra in deeper , practically begging for everything he had to give even if words were failing them. Yskra already had every intention of breeding his pet as thoroughly as he was able, the extra encouragement only egged him on all the more, pounding away at the height of his strength for as long as it took to reach his peak while his claws left sharp marks everywhere on Robyn’s body that he could reach- and he knew with absolute certainty that the crowd was loving it all, even as his focus drifted away from them.
The crowd would only know that things were reaching their end when, after what felt like an eternity of nearly some of the roughest treatment they’re used to from their master, they let out a loud and sharp cry- body convulsing around the raptor’s shaft, but he didn’t stop, and now that the proverbial floodgates had well and truly opened the eagle’s noises didn’t either. Every thrust elicited another note, an impromptu song forming right up until another high note was hit the moment Yskra started to unload. He pressed the smaller bird hard into the monument, forcing himself as deep as he could go while his claws kept them from moving an inch further than he wished them to- and with how pent up he had been, the first ropes fired into Robyn were beyond the volume they would have been used to, filling them up almost completely before he hit the middle of his climax, inevitably causing a large puddle of Yskra’s seed to form between their collective ankles- and before fully finishing, he slipped out just in time for part of his load to end up splattering across Robyn’s back, and potentially across part of the monument all of this was being done against.
Only when Yskra had caught a momentary breath after he came down from his orgasmic high did he finally let go of Robyn, intentionally moving himself to their side so everyone could get a good look at how much of a mess they had become- unable to help but slump over the plaque they had been pressed into initially, body twitching in lingering pleasure as a practical waterfall of cum leaked from between their legs, only adding to the mess both on and around them. What had first only been a handful of onlookers at first had formed into a fully-fledged crowd by the time Yskra had looked out at them, with equal parts bewilderment and intrigue on their faces. They clearly enjoyed the show at the very least, and that alone was more than worthwhile- especially with the association he would now have with such an important landmark of this world and its people. Hell, just overhead he could hear the buzzing of drones undoubtedly record everything he had done, and even some more blushes spread across his other pets, and of course that trophy of his too. All in all, he had done very well for himself today…
Maybe he would have to visit this world more, and do this all again.~