The lady falconess grunted as her husband thrust into her as she lay belly first on their bed. The nude pair of peregrine falcons moved together in unison, whispered silent statements of their love for one another. The male rubbed his sharp curved beak, one meant to savagely kill some poor mouse, rubbed it ever so tenderly against his wife's beak. He licked her cheek, pressed his beak-point to her neck-- a bird of prey's way of expressing his love-- and he scratched her sides with his sharp pointed talons, being ever so careful as not to harm her, but merely to entice her, to make her ovulate. With a careful bite to the back of her neck, Percy climaxed, filled his beloved Dianne with his seed, hopeful their love would reach fruition. Percival Rossfeldt and his wife Dianne lay in each other's warm embrace as sleep overtook them both.
...
The following morning, Percy was up before the whole house. He hurried into his bathroom to shower, wash away the smell of last night. Dianne joined him shortly, to help scrub her husband's back and his hard-to-reach areas while he returned the favor.
"Tonight's the night, Di." the philanthropist bird of prey told his wife of four years.
"Go rouse our son, dear." he touched beak-points with her, a falcon's way of kissing.
"Right away, dear." Dianne replied with a hint of sarcasm which he missed. She passed by him to tell a maid to fetch their fledgling for her.
Percival, in the meantime, went in the dining room to enjoy a light breakfast of a stuffed pigeon with cranberry sauce and sweet potatoes. After finishing, the falcon phoned all of his known associates to see who would be coming to tonight's event.
Dianne walked in leading her four year-old son to meet with her husband as he made his calls. He finished his last call just in time. The excitable rich bird picked up his child, "Ah, Percival, my son. Good morning and Happy New Year to you, boy."
"Happy New Year, papa." His infant son cooed.
Percy smiled then he kissed Dianne. He held both his wife and son as he declared, "Tonight will be perfect, I just know it."
...
Later in the day, as the Rossfeldts prepared for Percival's New Year's party, Edgar Rothstein, his old friend from college dropped by for a visit.
The badger was a significant size larger than the falcons and he loved throwing his weight where he could.
"Happy New Year!" shouted the boisterous New York attorney.
"Edgar!" Percival openly offered a hug for his old chum.
The badger deliberately passed him up for the lovely falconess instead. He took her hand and kissed it.
Dianne blushed at the greeting, having never met Edgar before.
"Damn, Percy, is this what you've been fooling around with? Mein Gott, I'm jealous." The brash male joked to his colleague.
Percy chuckled at his friend's question "Yes, Edgar, this is Dianne, my wife. You were unable to attend my wedding as I recall."
Edgar nodded, "Ah yes, I know. I had important obligations that day; the mayor of New York hires you to defend his son in trial, you don't just refuse."
Percy rolled his eyes at his friend's bragging before he saw his little fledgling come in, "Speaking of, here is my son, Percival, Jr. Percy!"
The three-year old fledgling falcon ran into the hall still carrying an expensive toy which his father had bought for him this past Christmas.
Edgar chuckled, "Ah, so you've done the deed and made a boy. I'm impressed, Percy. Last time I saw you, you were still a virgin struggling to ask out... oh what was her name?"
Percival flustered, his feathers ruffling as he looked aside to his wife.
Dianne teased him, "Yes, Percy, tell us."
Percy cringed before he just said it, "Crystal, the most beautiful girl in the university, I did attempt to ask her out many times, yet she would... constantly laugh in my face each time."
He tugged on his collar as he remembered the obsidian black mink in all her glory. He'd finally convinced her after so many attempts to give him at least one shot. They danced, they laughed, that night he lost his virginity. She broke up with him the following day saying the whole thing was just a mere pity fuck.
Percy did not mention this though, not in the presence of his wife. Instead, he cleared his throat, "Well then, why don't we retire to the parlor? We can chat there."
Percy's butler approached at that moment, "Sir, you have a phone call, the catering company you'd hired, there was a mix-up."
The falcon sighed at the old mongoose's words, "There's always something... Dianne, could you just show Edgar to our parlor? I will be back shortly."
...
Dianne and Edgar sat together on her family couch while her son played on the floor.
Edgar had to ask, "So, Dianne, how did you meet Percy?"
Dianne blushed, "Oh, that's kind of a silly story, you see, I lived in Brooklyn. I had to catch a taxi because my license had expired. We got stuck in traffic, there was this fucking big limo blocking our way. So, in a fit of rage, I got out to yell at the pompous windbag and... now I'm married to him." She finished with a playful joke.
Edgar chuckled, "Love at first sight, huh? That's an old sentiment there, I'll tell you." The badger said as he casually wrapped his arm around Dianne.
She blushed darker from the male's advances.
Her son continued playing unaware.
Dianne attempted to back away, "Excuse me, um, Edgar? What are you doing?"
The badger nuzzled the falconess, eyeing the hem of the white dress she wore. He answered, "Just being friendly, Missy."
She looked him in the eyes, "Um, my name's Dianne."
And he stared back with his predatory gaze, "Yes, and it's a lovely name." Edgar hooked a finger under the hem of her dress, then began to lift.
Dianne contemplated clawing at him with her talons. She looked aside and saw that her son had run off with one of his toys, possibly to pester one of the maids. She tried to protest, "Edgar... no... I'm your friend's wife."
Edgar crooned softly to her, "Of course you are, you're perfect for him. And for me too."
The badger had pulled her skirt up far enough to reveal her panties. He nudged them aside then he dove in.
Dianne gasped at his warm tongue on her moist pussy, "E-edgar."
He stopped only to whisper "Shush now, my dear." He kissed her clit, suckled on the pink nub.
Di started to moan, "Edgar, m-my husband will be back soon."
He seemed unconcerned as he continued to lift her dress up and off of her feathered body.
