Author's Note: From this point on, the story now follows two main plots, one in the Bird Village with Kali and Maureen, and one following Justin on his journey through Wieseland, to find his way home. I hope you all enjoy, even while you remain somewhat silent. x3
Moving On
The moon shined high over the bird village tonight.
At the perimeter, on the branch of a tree, a lone jay bird looked out at his former home.
Justin had gotten thinner, he had bruises all over his body and he hadn't bathed in weeks. He stared sadly at his old hut where he knew his family waited for him. With a heavy heart, he turned away then climbed down to hide before anyone had seen him.
Three weeks had passed since Nestor forced him out of his village and the blue jay was alone for the first time in his life.
...
In his hut, Kali still mourned for her husband. Her makeup stained her cerulean blue feathers where her tears had run.
Little Justin slept next to her, in the same spot where his father used to hold her as they would cuddle.
Next to Justin also lay Iomer, Maureen's own two month-old kit. He was wide awake and suckling on his bird mom's finger while he looked up at her.
Kali couldn't stop herself smiling when the little marten cub smiled for her.
Maureen lay behind Kali, arm around her avian lover's waist as she watched her play with her son.
Birds didn't normally purr, but from the small kisses the pine marten was giving her, Kali might have started.
Iomer started to suckle harder, making it clear he wanted to be fed.
Kali felt him biting her finger, "Your son thinks I'm a meal, my dear."
Maureen sat up, "Let me take him off your hands then, love." She gathered Iomer and the kit immediately latched to one of her breasts then started drinking her milk.
Kali turned to watch her mate as she nursed her child, "Is it wrong for me to say how beautiful you look right now?"
Maureen smiled, "Never a wrong time for compliments."
Kali groped her mate's long, fluffy tail and got a real purr from the pine marten.
Maureen giggled and let her love play.
...
Caryn had moved back into her own hut with her mate, Orion. The male cardinal was still ashamed of himself for selling out his friend the way he did... He hated himself so much for what happened.
Caryn felt her husband's sorrow every night, even as they made love, she could feel him on the brink of crying.
Right now, Caryn arched underneath her husband as he mated her, face to face as they'd always preferred. She chirped softly each time his malehood spread her slick sex. Out of the males she'd given herself to since Nestor implemented his rule, she knew her husband was far from the largest, but none of them could make her heart soar the way Orion did.
Orion, himself, had made it his duty to breed all those other males out of his wife, and he'd kept a fairly regular nightly regimen since he'd started. Sadly, he knew the rule meant his wife would still have to lay with any interested males that came to their village, but she was all his any other time. He punctuated that last hopeful thought with one last triumphant squawk as he erupted in long, potent strings of his precious seed inside his beautiful mate.
Caryn felt her mate inseminate her deep, dragged her nails through his plumage as he still mated with her to give her her own climax.
Little Ruby slept in a crib by their bed while her mom and dad were busy trying to make a new brother or sister for her.
The cardinal mother couldn't hold in her cry when her climax hit. Tears filled the corners of her eyes as she touched beaks with her mate.
Orion waited a moment to let himself recoup a bit, he was still hard, still had enough energy for another round. He wasn't going to waste another second; with some whispered proclamations of his love for his wife, some small pecks and licks around her face, he pulled back to let some of his cum pour out of her before he thrust back in and shook his wife's body.
Caryn put her legs around her mate's waist, thrust up to meet his malehood each time.
Their beaks touched while they made love.
...
In Nestor's cottage, Nestor was feeding his boy, Trantor his first bite of real meat, letting the young eaglet try eating like a real bird of prey. The meat was some fresh deer from a successful hunt earlier.
Feroz came in to the bedroom as his mate fed their son.
Trantor took to it like a pro, tearing at the meat with his sharp beak then gulping it down, tasting that fresh mineral-enriched blood.
When his son was finished eating, Nestor laid him to rest before acknowledging his mate, "Are you coming to bed now, Feroz?" The eagle asked as he untied his loincloth to let it fall on the ground.
The vulture nodded as he undressed himself before pulling back the cover.
Both carnivorous birds climbed into bed under the covers and Feroz let Nestor hold him. It wasn't long until the vulture felt his lover's cock press against his backside.
Feroz looked to his mate, then Nestor possessively kissed him, locking their beaks and letting their tongues swirl together. For the moment, Feroz let himself forget about the monster his mate had turned into. In this moment, this was the Nestor he cared for, when he used to babysit this same boisterous young eagle.
Feroz remembered himself a fresh 18 year-old male, on the brink of adulthood, first being assigned by the chief himself to guard Nestor who was then a mere fledgling. He remembered bandaging the troublesome boy's knees whenever he got hurt, feeding him, cleaning him, everything he never thought a proud warrior of his village would do, but he was doing it and enjoying the friendship he had with the eagle as he grew.
Feroz was now reaching his elder years, while that eagle now a full, strapping handsome adult, and chief, pressed his cock to Feroz's hindquarters. The vulture suddenly broke the passionate kiss with his young mate.
Nestor still rubbed his beak on his mate, "What is it, Feroz?"
The vulture reached for a quill and a pad of paper. The vulture had begun learning how to write so he could express himself for his mate. He scribbled something quickly while Nestor watched with a quirky smile.
Feroz tore the page from the pad then presented it to his mate.
Nestor read it, "You want to be on top?" He smiled gently to his beloved, "How could I refuse a face as sweet as yours?" He touched beaks with the vulture again. The eagle threw back the covers then lay on his back.
Feroz mounted his mate, straddling his waist so their erections met in the middle, as Feroz liked. The vulture leaned forward over his mate, lining his cock with his mate's, locked hands with him then thrust powerfully against Nestor.
Nestor moaned gently as their cocks rubbed together in that great thrust, then again as Feroz pulled back, before thrusting again.
The two great avian lovers held each other as Feroz frotted with his handsome, loving chief. Their deep kisses persisted through their lovemaking, speaking in volumes how much each loved the other.
Feroz could already feel his internal testes building with the oncoming climax.
Nestor had begun to thrust up, gaining speed against his lover's muscular belly, and throbbing cock.
Feroz ground in deeper, harder, squeezing himself and Nestor both between their chiseled bellies.
Then, with an earsplitting shriek, it was Nestor for a change who unloaded precious egg-making seed all over his and Feroz's bodies.
Feroz ground in tight against his lover then, as he erupted over his chief's broad chest.
The vulture could no longer hold himself and he fell onto his lover, allowing the eagle to embrace him while the pair of them basked in the glow.
Nestor felt his cum and Feroz's squishing between them; come morning, it would be like crusted glue, sticking the two of them together. Fuck it, he thought. He whispered into an already sleeping vulture's ear, "I love you, my Feroz. I'm sorry I don't say it enough." He felt Feroz's cheeks expand in a content smile that said he forgave his boorish mate.
...
The next morning, in the foreboding woods that surrounded the village, a certain blue jay crouched at the base of a tree, embarrassed and hoping no traveler came upon a fool who would eat bad berries for breakfast.
Justin cleaned himself thoroughly before pulling his loincloth back on. This was a thing to do at home where only his wife could laugh at his comical misery, but out here, it was just plain misery. He buried his mess in the soil, then quickly departed in search of a stream to bathe himself.
Despite the light moment, his existence was anything but happy. His training as a hunter helped him in catching small animals, some fish, but no large prey. He was constantly on the alert as he traveled through, trying to eke out some life, trying to find some bright line to this terrible fate of his. His wife has home, safe... At least until more mammals came. Justin didn't hate them, but he knew some were dangerous, unpredictable. His son, he will definitely grow strong, even without him. Justin cried. He wished to hold his boy again; it was such a brief moment.
Justin stopped as he noticed the trees around him had thinned, then he saw he had found a small pond. This was better than a stream! Justin dropped his cloth, his weapons and rations and he jumped into the pond. It was a nice deep one and the water was fresh and full of minerals. He drank some before he scrubbed himself, especially his hind end. A smelly bird would definitely attract trouble.
His brief merriment ended when he heard the unmistakable snap of a twig. The naked native turned and found crossbows pointed at him from the banks of the pond. They were large dogs of various breeds in chainmail armor with tunics as green as the surrounding forest. Each also wore pointed black hats with red feathers sticking from their brim. Justin raised his wings in surrender.
A tall, old, graying fox stepped from the surrounding hounds and stared upon the nude avian who stood before him. His slitted pupils focused on the bird as he spoke, "Are you one of the birds who live in these woods?" His voice was old but still carried much dignity.
Justin nodded, afraid to speak.
