13:03 Jaws of Valhalla: The roar of engines on the tarmac began to die down as the helicopter carrying its load of soldiers finally shut off its engines post-landing. Garbled communications babble echoed from within, laughter and grunts as the men disembarked from the transport. It had been a particularly dicey operation, picking up the boys from the LZ after wreaking havoc on the enemy defenses. Ten men died and another five were in critical condition, carted off the back of the chopper while the rest got off to head down to the baths in the barracks and wash the dirt, grease and blood off their bodies. A whole lotta anti-air installations had been completely obliterated by the lot, a diversionary tactic from them while another team had gone in and swooped through the enemy bunker to lift a chunk of intel off their systems. It worked exceedingly well and losses were within expectations, but it was still a hell of a night. Adrenaline still coursed through their veins, their bodies aching and worn, and one of them in particular had had it a little worse than the rest by virtue of waiting to get chewed off by the commander of the operation that evening.

One might wonder what was it that the poor shark bastard had done to earn the scorn of his superior that week, but really, it was a whole mess of little things that had built up to a breaking point, and that last bit of straw that broke the camel's back (once more) had been his improper and unauthorized 'use' of military equipment (read: stolen). While the mission had required a diversionary tactic, they hadn't counted on the man's squads commandeering a number of motorbikes from storage to perform a drive-by on the enemy positions and utilize them as impromptu, makeshift demolitions delivery vehicles (running them down field and blowing open the bunker's entry points). Smart, and a minor transgression in the scale of things considering it had been for the better execution of the mission, but still a flagrant disregard for command.

A blatant disregard for her.

And she knew the shit-for-brains shark only ever did it to 'even out the score' between the two. It seemed it was as though he was hellbent on teasing her and doing petty little acts of poking and prodding just to get the woman's attention, and really, it worked more often than not. By the time Hréidarr came out of the showers, he didn't have time to get fully clothed before Adler dragged him off the barracks by the tip of his fin like one would a child towards her office for some serious non-judicial punishment time. Man was hopping on one leg as he struggled to drag his fatigues back up and buckle his belt around his hips to keep his twin cocks from flopping about in plain view of the on-base staff personnel whilst they moved towards the officer facilities — God forbid a man have some hobbies eh? A little bit of fun and a chance to employ his wit and creativity for the good of all, right? "W-watch the goddamn fin, Captain! Shite, it was just a little joke, me an' the lads thought it'd be funny! So what if we're missin' half a dozen bikes, we can always order more! Hells! Captain! CAPTAIN!"

13:23 Captain von Adler: To say that Captain Ericka Von Adler was not amused by the antics of one of her subordinates, would have been an understatement. Then again, there were few on the base who even thought she had a sense of humor. At seven feet tall, with a body that belonged to an adult starlet and not a military officer, the captain cute quite the figure as she watched the soldiers disembark off of the air ship. So far, the smaller propeller driven machine had been proving an excellent use of the Crown's military budget. They were able to deploy from land, or drop from one of the large flying fortress ships. While they did not have the speed or maneuverability of planes, they were serving their role quite well indeed. Which was the last thing she could say about the large, beefy shark-man who had stepped off last from the helicopter. Her feathers bristled at the sight of him and she almost went up to him then and there. But, that was not proper. Despite his antics, he had done well and had helped the mission succeed. For that alone, he deserved to at least get cleaned up a little.

Those golden yellow eyes followed him, however, and Hreidarr could feel them on him. Cold, hard and strict. Just like the female they belonged to. Ericka nearly snapped her riding crop in her hand thinking about all of the infractions he had piled up over the past two weeks. None of them were major, and none of them would warrant anything more serious than an extended kitchen or latrine duty, perhaps several double guard shifts, but nothing more than that. However, it was never just a one and done kind of thing with him, oh no. It was just a series of small infractions, minor things, that she knew he was doing because he knew it got under her feathers. Things like, addressing her improperly under his breath, just loud enough for her hear. A uniform that was just slight, out of place. Personal grooming that was just shy of standard. Work assignments that were done but for one minor thing which would not have any impact what-so-ever on the overall job. But it was deliberate and it was constant and she knew, that he knew that he knew that she knew. As for why he did it? That much was obvious and it was something the both of them, hell the entire base knew. Ericka was a strict woman. As far as anyone knew, she had no past times, no hobbies, and if she did they would be as orderly and regimented as the rest of her life. But this shark, this one male, seemed to give her an outlet.

And so she grabbed him, pulling him by the fin in an iron grip. Despite being larger than she was, she was quite the physical powerhouse herself. She ignored his words, and what was turning into please as she lead him into her office. And office that was, by now, quite sturdily sound proofed. When she got angry, and she began to scream, the eagle screeching could be heard quite loud and quite far. Once they were inside, and the door was slammed shut behind her she stood glowering at him with that hard, iron gaze. Where to even begin with him this time? Of course, she could see his twin cocks. Her nipples stiffened at the smell of him. Her uniform clung to her showing off every shapely curve she had. For a moment she just stood, fixing him with her most disapproving glare, tapping the head of her riding crop in one gloved hand. What was she to do with this one?

13:43 Jaws of Valhalla: What was she to do indeed. When Adler released the sergeant from her iron grip, the towering shark finally managed to straighten up once more, rubbing on his head-fin as he scoffed and avoided her burning, fiery gaze as best he could. Oh boy, another week of pulling double and even triple duties was to come. He was gonna get dressed down, chewed up and spat out, but it was nothing he hadn't dealt with before. It was almost routine, but even then he knew to keep his head low and answer to the woman with short and curt 'Yes Ma'am's and 'No Ma'am's, or else the punishment that followed would be twice as worse as it would've been before. As much as he loved to get under her skin and ruffle the captain's feathers for the hell of it, he also knew to keep a certain... decorum and fitting, soldierly behavior when it mattered. He cleared his throat, swallowed hard gulp! and stood fast at attention, which frankly, was harder to do than one might think. While no one dared to lay an unworthy, lecherous eye on Erika's curves, it didn't make it any easier to avoid. Thankfully, her pulsing rage and flaring anger eased off the lust that built up within the Sergeant's stirring loins — to a degree, anyhow. His gills flared with a worn huff as he maintained his eyes on the level with his commander, staring out beyond her own imposing figure to a series of military honors she kept hung on the back of her office.

What am I in for, this time? he muttered quietly to himself in his head. There he stood, arm lifted, hand stuck to his forehead in angle, half-dressed with only his fatigues clinging sloppily to his narrow, but statuesque and sculpted waistline and the rest of his battle-scarred body soaking wet and shining under the crappy fluorescent lighting in the room. He would've been shaking with cold if he weren't being figuratively roasted alive by the Captain's smouldering gaze. Again, the man cleared his throat, and with a firm and stoic voice, he spoke: "Staff Sergeant Hréidarr Leifsson, reporting." Reporting his ass. "I am glad to announce the success of our mission, Captain von Adler, and the securing of key enemy resources and intelligence, as well as the general disposal of several defensive positions and units, sir!" Lip service, trying to get his thick tail off the proverbial grill he was about to get dumped on, but even so, whatever crap he spouted wasn't going soon to matter, not with the way he stood there before the lovely Ericka with a painful tent between his thighs.

He'd all but sneaked one, one teeny, teeny tiny little peek at the captain's massive cans as he spoke, and it was enough. The shark pressed his eyes shut and let out a slow, knowing, dreadful exhalation as he felt his traitorous twin spires sloooooowly begin to push on out of his sheath and push.... and grow... and stiffen up into a sizeable, masculine erection between his stout, firm, thick thighs. God save him, he thought, because no one else could. He tried to keep as steady as he could, but von Adler's mere presence and her angry, piercing gaze and the scent of her had him bricked up in such a way that it was just impossible to ignore. His quartet of gonads stirred lightly in their gray sack, clenching and relaxing as his fat cocks grew swollen, beads and globs of pre-cum starting to ooze at the tip and make a damp spot on his fatigues. He pressed his lips shut, jaws shut fast and his heart racing faster so hard he thought it'd bust. "Captain, I can explain-"

14:19 Captain von Adler: "Silence!" she said. Her voice was not raised but it came out in a snap. This was not the parade ground shout, or the drill sergeant's shout. This was the cold, hard, firm snap of disciple. Like that riding crop that was softly slapping into her gloved hand. Ericka closed her eyes, shielding him from her glare for a moment, and slowly drew in a long breath. That action, filled her nose with the thick, pungent aroma of his arousal. It flooded into her lunged, filling them as she breathed in and it caused a sudden twitch between her thighs. By the Saints, when was the last time she had been properly laid? When had she had a good, long, hard fuck? An idea suddenly came to her. It was against the regulations, at least by the letter it went against regulations. However, there was the letter of the law and the spirit, and by the spirit of the regs....

"Sergeant Leifsson, you and your men are to be commended for the bravery you showed on the battlefield, and in ingenuity in carrying out your orders," she said. Her voice was as firm and hard as the rest of her appeared to be. It was a deep, smokey voice. Those golden eyes suddenly snapped open and they appeared to blaze with an ethereal light giving her an almost mystical look. And, the shark-man could have sworn he heard chains rattling even though there was not a single chain to be seen anywhere.

"However, your actions today recklessly endangered the lives of your men, were performed without any prior authorization, and you wasted military equipment." She took a step forward, glancing for just a moment at the twin, throbbing cock which he was tying to keep hidden with just one hand on his pants, the other held in salute. The soft, supple leather of her riding crop suddenly pressed against the underside of one shaft as she looked back up at him. He was half a foot taller than her, and yet, she had neither fear not intimidation from the fact that he was bigger, and quite likely stronger. An idea might form in his mind that, even if they were not in in the military and she had rank on her side, this interaction would go just about the same.

"Do I really need to go over every single little infraction you've pulled over the last month, on top of this stupid, bone-headed stunt that could have gotten your men killed?" As she spoke, the soft leathery head of the riding crop was rubbing and grinding against the underside of his shaft. She knew, damn well knew, how hot she was. And how many men on base, and several women, looked at her or pined for her. Women were rare on base apart from being orderlies or nurses, and they were all but unheard of in the officer core, especially over men. But here she was, rubbing his cock, one of them, with her riding crop, and getting closer, and closer to him. The hard, iron gaze never leaving his. "What am I to do with such a troublesome soldier? All the usual methods don't seem to get through that thick, meaty head of yours. So maybe," her eyes flicked down as she pulled her crop back, and softly slapped his balls with her crop, "I need to deal with another set of heads." Ericka stepped back.

"Strip down soldier, birthday suit. On the double!" Now that order, she gave her best parade ground snap to.

14:38 Jaws of Valhalla: Hréidarr's thighs suddenly squeezed together, flexed tight, his thick muscular tail swaying behind him and slapping the ground with an audible THWOP! as she slid the riding crop up along the bulbous, pointed head of his member and over his veiny, girthy shaft. Ooh... ooh... fuuh -huuuuuuuck — It came to this in the end. Again the man swallowed down a solid lump in his throat as she spoke, that smooth and firm voice of hers sending chills and tingles up and down his spine that had him almost melting in place. It wasn't about strength, not physical anyhow, but the mental and spiritual leash she'd engraved into the man in front of him, one that that she could easily tug on whenever she so wished. The sergeant let out a little huff and shook his head. "N-no you don't, ma'am. Sir. Captain." He quickly replied, almost whispering as the formidable officer closed the distance between the two. Gods above, he was the same. It'd been a lifetime since he'd been able to get a lay and work with something that wasn't his own hands now. Little time to be engaging in 'fratenization' with the gals on base when you're being sent to the front on the constant.

The more she toyed with his member with her riding crop, the more his twin cocks began to rear their heads at her, the more they throbbed and the more they eagerly leaked their gooey slop for her — A constant flow of precum just oozing out of those tips and marring the leather tip of her riding crop and soon to be spread across the rest of his members as she rubbed it about, making him shiver in place as he stood at attention... And then came the order, and he practically tore out of his fatigues with such lightning-fast reflexes it was clear to her that she wasn't the only one who was aching for a serious roll in the hay. The sergeant pushed down on his pants and kicked them away, careful not to hook it on his tail, before easing up on his stance and putting his arms behind him. Hréidarrs twin members jumped out of his clothes like a pair of coiled springs and audibly thwapped against his toned, craggy midriff, splattering his abs with a layer of slimy ejaculate. They twitched for her, the scent of his maleness even stronger now that they were out of those bothersome fatigues. Even though he'd just taken a shower not too long ago, sweat and dirt all washed off, the smell of his sex was as strong as ever, radiating from below, a kind of spice and tingling fragrance that tickled the nose and spread a warmth within one... Those potent, masculine sex-pheromones of a beast in rut.

He stood at ease in front of his commander, chin raised, hands behind his lower back, almost bouncing on his feet with the way he trembled in front of her, not out of fear but out of exasperation, of desire and want. He wanted her, more than anything in the world right now, more than a good night's sleep and a good bowl of food, even after that gruelling and desperate, dangerous mission... He wanted her. Hreidarr balled up his hands into fists, his breath quickening, his chest rising and falling and his cocks flexing before the eagle woman with desperate need, curving upwards. The sergeant almost moaned in that state, clenching his jaw as he stood buck naked in front of von Adler, his smooth, scaly skin still moist from the earlier shower, water steaming off him in delightful little clouds of heat that rose from every inch of him. "S-saluting, Ma'am!"

14:58 Captain von Adler: "So I see..."Ericka trailed off as she watched those twin cocks throb and twitch and pump thick streams of pre onto her riding crop, and the floor. Thank goodness she didn't have any rugs in here. And then there was the smell of him. Thick, potent, virile, masculine. It was the kind of scent that, as she breathed it in, almost made her head swim. Almost. Her will was far too iron clad for such a thing like that to happen. However, biology being what it was, and the smell of a male in such an obvious state of arousal, well, it did something to her. Deep within her, in the darkest reaches of her pussy, an ache suddenly and voraciously appeared. It made her thighs twitch, her pussy began to drip with ready need to welcome one, or both, of those thick cocks into her. Well, she noted as she pulled her now cum sticky riding crop away. It seemed she had finally found a way to get this beast under control. He got to watch as she brought the head of her riding crop to her nose, and then sniffed his sperm. Her tongue peeked out from her beak and she licked it off. Her eyes suddenly, quite literally, flashed and the rattling of chains could be heard again. Louder this time, and with an unearthly, ghostly sound. Her nipples were so stiff they were pressing against her uniform.

"That's quite the salute soldier," she said. And for a moment, just a moment, her expression softened and she smiled. And in a blink and you miss it moment, it was gone replaced with the same stoic, hard expression. She reached around him and placed the crop on her desk. And then, in a much more casual manner, she undressed. First, came her hat. She took it off, and placed it on the other side of the desk. Her breasts brushing against his naked body though her blouse. Then, her belt came off and the form fitting top was allowed to breath as she rolled it up and also set it on the desk. Once again, her full, heavy breasts brushed and squished into his naked torso. Ericka stood up and began to unbutton her blouse in an orderly manner. He may have been in a hurry to bury his cocks deep inside of her and flood her insides with his cum, but she was in no obvious hurry for that to happen. And besides, he was an insubordinate pain her tail feathers. Why should he get what he wanted quickly?

The last button came undone and she pulled her blouse off. The bra that was holding her tits in place looked like it was barely hanging on. The front clasp appeared to be straining to keep from snapping.

"Stand at attention soldier," she said as she turned her back on him and walked to a small open closet. He got to see her back. Muscled and toned while she hung her blouse up. Then came her skirt. That hip hugging skirt that hid her plump, pear happened bottom. She slipped it down, her tail feathers blocking the view of her panties as she folded and then hung her skirt up. Ericka then unclasped her bra and with a sigh, that she simply tossed into garbage can. Then came her gloves, and her boots and finally, she bent over, her tail feathers raised to show off her cunt as she stripped out of her panties. They peeled off of her, shimming strands of her needy cunt clinging to her panties as she pulled them down, and tossed them aside. One last thing she did, was reach up to her hair. The tight bun was unclasped and her hair uncoiled and dropped like a curtain covering her back. Starkly naked, she turned and strode like the predatory avian she was back over to him, and wrapped one hand around his cock. Her feathers felt like downy silk.

"Well, soldier, do you like what you see?" She asked with that smokey voice. There was no sultry nature to her, just the pure matter of fact tone she always used. Despite her obvious arousal, she was not going to give him the pleasure of hearing her get all breathy, and throaty, and panting and wanton for him.

15:19 Jaws of Valhalla: In all this he could only stand and watch, maintain his position as though he were all but standing guard for the captain as she took her sweet time to strip down and tease him all the while. His eyes were drawn immediately to the lewd display of her licking his thick sperm off her riding crop, earning her yet another slow and laboured heavy breath that was almost whorish in nature. His cocks continued to throb, untouched, as they freely unloaded a constant stream and flow of prostatic flud that ran up his twin yearning shafts and poured down their bulging underbellies and knots, dripping onto the flooring below, pooling there. She had him right where she wanted him, up against the wall and on a leash indeed. His gills flared with desire, his nostrils much the same as he breathed in her own want and need that wafted from her plush and puffy smooth cunt. The woman was built like a pornstar and no matter how much musculature swelled under that perfect body of hers it could not hope to hide the godly curves she possessed nor the weight and heft of her more feminine attributes. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her now, every movement and sway of her hips, her hands, her thighs and her tail, and most of all her colossal jugs just kept him tethered to her. Every moment that went by, every delayed second, every minute she took to leave him hanging oh-so-torturously was one in which his worst thoughts and senses began to emerge.

He could've jumped her now. He could've thrown himself over her and ravaged her, savaged her body and taken what he wanted. That's what he wanted to do. He could feel it crawling in from the recesses of his mind, his old and brutish self, that selfsame berserking warrior that would pillage and rape so many towns and villages he long since had lost count. The fires of the burning carcasses and houses in the distance and the soot-clad smoke that arose from the destruction had no comparison to the searing heat of his loins and that of his burgeoning lust that built up within him. Every fiber of him wanted to ravish the Captain, every thought of his turned to her and began to produce fantasies of her submission, but something held him back, something kept him pinned where he was, and no matter how much he gave plenty of thought to those twisted ideations he simply could not act upon them. The sergeant stood in front of her, rigid, from tip to toe to the ends of his tails, the soldier stood firm... And he was salivating. The sway of those pendulous flanks, the jostling of her huge, perky breasts, the sensual dance of her tail to show off that sopping-wet and drooling cunt. He took another deep breath and his fuck-off broad, beefcaked chest rose once more, every single one of his obliques and abdominals rolling as he slowly let out a hissing exhale through those razor-sharp knife-like jaws of his.

"I- Ungh Mnnhrrrhaah...--" Hréidarr squirmed in place as she squeezed one of his cocks, the feeling of her downy plumes grinding against his pulsating, bloated shaft all but urging him to buck his hips and breed and mate her hand like an unthinking animal, but still holding. Christ, the temperature of his rods was hot enough to burn, and under her touch she could feel those inch-thick bloodvessels swelling and thrumming with every single one of the man's powerful heartbeats, thumping against her hand; that lengthy, meaty slab of sharkmeat growing wet with sweat that soaked into her hand — "I... I love it, Captain. I mean, I love your body, Captain! I can't get enough of you Captain. I want— H-haaah haah hmmnhaah — I- I want to have sex with you, sir!" Atta boy, so honest! So honest he almost lost composure then and there as he spoke so candidly about his desires, his hips almost giving out, but instead offering but the smallest of humps against her hand as he tried to get some friction out of her hand even as she kept a firm and solid grip over his shaft. He was grinding his teeth, desperate to feel something, anything beyond just a holding hand on his turgid monster-- SPRRT! SPLUURT...!

Poor man was leaking so much it practically shot out of him in wide, long arcs across the room, splattering the ground, her hips, and her thighs...

16:12 Captain von Adler: "Hm, what an honest answer, soldier." She wasn't even bothering with calling him by name now. He was just "soldier." He was a unit, a pawn, a thing to be used at her discretion. To be commanded and she expected to be obeyed. There was simply no question in that. She would order, he would follow. And if he dared to question that. "But I don't think it's honest enough, soldier." She gripped his shaft. Her grip was like iron. It wasn't a painful hold, not at all. But it was firm, and possessive. It was as if she was letting him know that, no, those were not his cock. They were hers. He belonged to her. His wants, his desires, his body, even the very cum that was now dripping down her hand as it began to slowly stroke up and down the length of that throbbing, pulsating, cum leaking cock was for her and for her alone. He wasn't a sergeant, he wasn't a person, he wasn't a man. He was her tool, her play thing. Her toy. And the way her hand slowly slid up and down his shaft made it clear that clear. "You're such a good soldier, but you're also one of the worst in my command." Her words were softly spoken, yet her voice never became throaty or breathy or wanton at all.

"I don't think you want to just have sexy with me, do you? Now be a good little soldier boy, and tell your Captain what you really want to do with her body." She moved forward, pressing her breasts against his torso. They squished against him. Nipples hard and firm against his skin. The fat, heavy sacks of flesh warm and coated in the same soft feathers. How someone so hard, so unyielding could have a body that so unearthly soft, was a mystery. Yet, there it was. Her hand moved slowly up and down his single shaft. The second one completely ignored. The feathers of her hand brushed and grazed against him like so many tips of a, well, feather, sliding and stroking and getting sticky and slick with his cum as she used it to lube up his cock. It soaked into her feathers and only served to make them softer as she began to turn her wrist slowly back and forth to the right and the left as her hand moved up and down along his length. "Go on, be a good little soldier for once in your fucking life, and tell your Captain all the terrible, horrible, nasty things you want to do to her. I can see it in those eyes, soldier, so go ahead." She leaned up a little and let out, for the first time, a soft breathy whisper "And maybe I'll let you do some of it to me."

And there it was. She wasn't ignorant about him. His history was a thing of myth and whispered rumor around the base, but she was no stranger to things that were not of this world. Of things mystical and supernatural, she had some first hand knowledge of. Again, the ghostly sound of chains rattled, and there appeared to be an aura which shone around her. A small thing, but it appeared that tiny wings of radiant light were starting to grow from her back. But more than that, it was what she would let him do.

16:38 Jaws of Valhalla: Every slow, laboured and deliberate stroke of her hand along his shaft sent shivers up his spine and made his tail whip and thrash behind him, his thighs opening his stance and widening on instinct the more she pumped and jerked his lengthy, heavy slab. His ice-blue eyes twitched, grunts and hitched breaths leaving his maw as she spoke, her massive rack upon his hardened midriff and her fat nipples rubbing against his own giving him plenty of feel-good chemical rushes in his little brain that soon had him practically eating out of her hand. Yes. Oh, yeah, that was it. That's it, more. More. More. MORE.—He snapped his jaws at the air, grunting, his thoughts rapidly beginning to degrade and turn wholly perverted, flashes of images in his head that depicted the woman in various lewd and lecherous positions and states of submission.

Hréidarr's hips sunk a little lower with every stroke, his legs spread, and his arms raised above his head as he mindlessly humped back against her hand, gritting his fangs. His breathing grew ragged, more rapid, unstable and warmer— "HGGH... HSHHH! HNHHHH! SHHAAH- HAAGH! HAASSHH...!" %#fffaf0%THUMP-THWOP-PLAP-THLP-THUMP-THWAP His weighty, apple-sized gonads swayed and bumped against her palm with every downward stroke, her eager teasing and forceful, demanding stroke dragging his neediness out of him in the form of thrusts and hand-fucking humps that had him swinging his hips with wild abandon. His eyes narrowed, a sense of anger and frustration building up within him even as his fat, weighty cocks sputtered out splatters and ropes of semen over her feathers and the flooring beneath. Every word coming out of her little beak, every god damn word of chastisement and control, every demand, and even her domineering behavior—They heaped burning coals upon his head, making him huff and grunt with fury.

But it was fury he was forced to play down, bile he had to swallow back, and a growing sense of violent urges he had to quash even as the slutty captain egged him on and on and on. Another wild thrust against her hand, one that forced her palm over his growing knot and sliding her fingers against the bulky sheath of his cocks. It was sweaty, squelching, wet and warm, the thick bunches of skin promising much more for her to toy with. "H-HNNGH! SHHHHHSSH! SHHAAAH~ HNNGH! OOGH! Y-YES SIR!" he croaked, his cheeks tugging his lips into a wide and dangerous-looking grin, showing off rows and rows of glinting, sharp knife-like jagged teeth to the woman. "R-rrgngh— RAPE, MA'AM! I WANT TO RAPE! RAPE! KNOCK YOU UP! FOLD YOU IN HALF AND STRETCH YOUR CUNT, CAPTAIN! THIS SOLDIER WANTS TO PENETRATE YOU FAT WET EAGLE CUNT AND FUCK YOU PREGNANT, SIR! THIS SOLDIER WANTS TO DUMP HIS THICK LOAD UP YOUR PUSSY AND FILL UP YOUR WOMB WITH HIS SEED, SIR! SEX! SEX WITH CAPTAIN VON ADLER, SIR! I WANT TO CRUSH YOUR CUNT WITH MY COCK, SIR!" he bellowed, almost shouting at the top of his lungs, barely keeping his voice well enough to keep the rest of the base from hearing his lecherous desires be spilled out as the man grunted and moaned in front of his commanding officer and vociferated such disgusting obscenities—all of it compounded by that whorish, slutty display as the sergeant kept throwing his hips lightly against her hand, his cocks hard like rocks in her hand and twitching maddeningly, the sheer amount of pre-cum pouring off leaving her talons soaked in pre-jizz... Though, it was already starting to take a more creamy consistence and solid off-white color. He was getting edged, and he couldn't wait to blow proper. "HAAGH! I WANT- I WANT TO MAKE YOU CHOKE ON MY COCKS, SIR!" It really didn't take that long to make him sing...

16:57 Captain von Adler: Ericka stepped back from a little as he began to thrust against her, humping her hand as if he were breeding with it. As his words spilled out of her, tumbling over themselves in their haste to get out as he gnashed his teeth, thrust his hips and laid bare all the torrid, terrible things he wanted to do to her, that stoic face only grew harder and harder by the moment. Well, it seemed that she had quite the little chaotic hellion on her hands. Or in one hand to be more accurate. And it seemed that all of the current discipline, the training, the work to get that brutality out of him, had failed. It seemed to Ericka that it was indeed a very good idea that she had decided to try this new tactic to get this rowdy soldier under control. Who knew what he would do if he were like this in some village or town somewhere with soft, nubile, women and girls who saw him as some kind of a hero. No, better to take care of it herself.

"Well, that's much more honest soldier, and quite terrible." her voice was like steel as she spoke. She pulled her hand away from him, leaving his knot and cocks untouched as she flicked the cum off her hand as if it were something filthy. "It seems, I am going to have to do something quite drastic with you soldier." She stepped back and her eyes began to glow. Around her, there was a visible aura that began to manifest. The rattle of chains began to fill the air and suddenly, solid chains of pure radiant light appears around her, sprouting from her back like wings. They moved, quick as light and he felt them wrap around his wrists. They bound his wrists together. They snaked around his ankles and his knees. There was a pull, taking him off balance and laying him flat on the ground on his back. Another chain wrapped around his snout sealing it shut. They didn't burn, but there was a clear warmth to them. A radiance that seeped into his skin. More than that, these chains were not budging. No matter how he struggled, they simply were not moving.

And then a shadow came over him. Her shadow. Standing right atop of him, legs spread. Her pussy was dripping wet. Little droplets splattered on his chest where she stood over him. Without a word she dropped her weight onto him. She was a heavy bitch, and then her hips slid back and he felt her cunt press against one of his cocks. She lifted herself up, reached back, grabbed one of his shafts, angled it, and with a sudden downward thrust she buried that cock to the knot inside of her. For a moment, her stoic face broke into one of sheer, unbridled pleasure as she felt him filling her. Her cunt never felt so full. It was deep in her, drooling and spewing cum in her womb. His other cock was firmly between her ass cheeks, her tail feathers cover it like a veil. A shiver ran through her as her pussy clamped down on him like a wet, soft, living vice. A soft moan escaped her as she felt him so deep inside of her. Fuck, her stomach was actually deformed around his cock as she just sat there, hips rocking slowly back and forth as she ground her hips into his cock, stirring her own insides with his cock.

"NNg. You're a..big..soldier.." she said panting softly. And then, the iron will asserted itself and her hard expression returned. She bent over, her breasts enveloping his head as her hips began to rise, pulling on his cock as her muscled clamped down around him. "Now, be a good soldier, and just lay there while I fuck you." She said as her hips rose to where only the tip was inside of her, before she slammed her hips back down onto him. Suddenly the air was filled with the hot, heavy, wet slapping of feathery rump on shark skin flesh as she began to pant, in earnest pleasure and exertion now. His back on the hard floor, her breasts smothering him, making it hard to breath as the soft, heavy sacks of her tit flesh engulfed his head. All while she began to pant and moan. "NNNG! YES! Good soldier! Fuck! This cock is so good. NG! Huff, nnngggg fuck! FUCK!" Her thighs were rippling, her ass jiggling with every meaty slap of her pelvis on his. "Mmm, good, but we can do better." The chains binding his knees and ankles were suddenly gone. He could move them again and she pulled her breasts off his face to let him breath and hear her order. "Now, use those fucking hips of yours, and fuck me soldier. Be a good little soldier for once in your miserable life maggot and FUCK! ME!"

17:26 Jaws of Valhalla: And a rowdy man he was indeed, for as Ericka left him bereft of any touch, he almost threw himself onto her — almost. The glowing, rattling chains that she summoned quickly coiled themselves around his extremities and he was all but quickly subdued and pinned down against the ground. Hi eyes fluttered wide open, he had been chained and collared before he had the ability to leap onto the woman and rape her. So then she wasn't just any hoity-toity snob of an officer but one who was apparently trained in the magical arts...? Whatever thoughts went through his head at that moment quickly evaporated, a sense of fight-or-flight taking over now as he struggled against the chains but found them impossible to break. They wouldn't give. They rattled, shook and grew strained but no matter how much he forced his herculean body into a state of superhuman strength he could simply not break them. He growled and heaved and spat out at the woman, a gobbet of drool landing right on her jugs as she clambered atop of him and dropped her weight onto his cocks.

The momentary lapse of fury suddenly vanished along with those other thoughts, and soon he was squirming under her, hatred unabated, but well-quelled by the softness of her trained, muscular body and the searing warmth of her innards clamping down around his obese cock... Not to mention the downy embrace of her fat flanks squeezing the lower, untouched twin of his cocks into her anal cleavage. The way she hotdogged his member and the sensation of her heated cunt slurping up his veiny, thumping penis with such desire eased off the sergeant's flaring rage a smidge, enough that he remained somewhat docile under her ministrations. Even so, he never stopped the pointed quips and the constant huffing and puffing, "Hnngh! H-hhsshhh...GHNRGH! HRR! HRRRGH! GHSSHH-SHRRK-GHLRRRH! HHK HHH, GSHT!" he tried to speak, but he obviously couldn't, not with the chains wrapped around his maw and keeping it firmly shut—but she still got the feeling he said something along the lines of 'fuck you, bitch' through his teeth. He struggled best as he could, chains clinking and clanking but secured fast and impossible to snap.

He breathed harshly, his senses assaulted from all ends, the warmth of the glowing chains, the scent of her wet cunt smeared over his own manhood and the droplets that soaked into his chest—they almost made his eyes roll back into his head, but he held on, if only barely. He tried to hump, to throw his hips back against hers as she rode him stupid, the gyrations of her hips and the scraping of her cervix against the tip of his prick sending shocks of ecstasy and pleasure that left burning sensations across all his body and bade him give in. But he didn't want to give in, not this easily, not even as she was trying to fucking drain his bloated gonads from their backed-up and virile load that had stewed inside those fat nuts for months on end now. No.

It was such an intense feeling and fucking session, one that had him trying to reach out and grasp the last threads of sanity in his head, to hold onto his senses even as the pornographic display of her navel distending around his cock and her hips grinding down against his thighs and lap, her moans and demands echoing in his ears—only for her to release the chains that kept his lower body pinned down... Now freed to show his worth.

Whoosh!--THWUMP-THLAP-PPAFF-THWOP-PLAP-PLAP-THWOP-THUMP!!! He obeyed, not because she told him to but because he wanted to, or at least that's what he told himself as he bucked the feathered, clucking bitch on his hips up like a goddamn stallion trying to shake a rider off his saddle as the man's tight abs and inguinal muscles wrenched strength out of his core to slam up against Ericka's cunt. It was a low, heavy blow, his cocks barrelling through her wet, painfully tight insides to sheathe themselves wholly inside the soaking embrace of her snug eagle pussy and her warm, sweltering grip of her sculpted assmeat over the other prick—She'd taken him in already, but now she could feel him dredging into her baby factory, her womb, the pointed cockhead of his cock inside her vagina wedging itself into her, trying its utmost to hammer through the gates of her cervix as his knot went POP!! and anchored themselves within her, past the entrance of her slit... And then drew his hips back, yanking her back down onto his hips, grunting as her weight slammed back down onto his lower body, muscles protesting before he rammed back in... And out. And in. And out. And in, and out, as the insubordinate shark thumped and jackhammered his hips against her own over and over again like she owed him fucking money. He heaved, his eyes rolled back, his breath quickened and he was hissing out mewls of pleasure. Sex. Sex. Sex. SEX. SEX! SEX WITH HIS CAPTAIN! FUCKING HIS CAPTAIN! CRUSHING HIS CAPTAIN'S PUDGY, TIGHT CUNT! he screamed in his head, absorbed in the moment and too damn angry and horny to give a damn about how he was being used as a fucktoy by the very woman he sought to claim through his powerful, plunging thrusts.

He might've wished to do all that, but even then, it was Ericka who held the leash, and he could. not. buck. her. off.

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