A Deep Kiss

18 October 2016

22:29 Antinov chuckles and gives a kiss to make up for it, A long, deep beak to beak kiss with lots of tongue.~

22:31 Serilde hums and presses her tongue into the other's beak as it opens up, though the size difference is rather drastic as that long sinuous muscle presses down her throat and into her crop, bulging her chest, drawing a deep rumble from the smaller bird.

22:34 Antinov intently impales the other bird on his fat snake of a tongue, lifting her and holding her over him while kissing. Eventually he'd open wide, retracting his tongue and the other bird along with it, until her head is within his beak.~

22:42 Serilde rumbles and sucks on the thick length as it raises her up in the air like a wire tether. Her hinds hang down over the bottom of his beak and the opening maw gives her a full view of the fleshy glistening and pulsing cavern beyond. The powerful breath of the other creature rolls out over her face leaves her no doubt that the larger bird was a predator as it leaves a pugnent stale meaty smell in her nares. The withdrawing tongue pulls her in past his teeth, sliding them into her chest as thick oily saliva presses into her feathers. Her heart skips a beat in fear, but she reassures herself that he's just a lover.

22:51 Antinov hooks his tongue deep inside the smaller bird, he wasn't intending to eat her, but what he did have in store would be just nasty of an experience. His tongue starts to retract down his tongue sheath, and stock inside Serilde, she'd go right along with it. Into the hot, slimey stinking beak, and down into his tongue sheath. It's not the sort of place one can easily clean, so within it's rancidly pungent, reeking of hot death... But with one like Anti, his body is tainted by the smell of death and fear. With an intake of 4-6 like meals a day, Anti's guts reek of adrenaline and death, his sweat, musk, all permeated by his diet's adrenaline as it slowly expired inside him. No, it's not at all comforting, nor should it be... No one is ever truely safe around that blebird, especially those he likes.~

22:58 < Serilde> (Tongue sheath, is that a flowery word for his beak or something else? I dont notice it on your anatomy page :P)

22:59 < Antinov> ((With a tongue almost as long as he is tall, the exess sorta goes down along his chest. I need an anatomical picture for Anti, but Olympia has an image showing how it works.))

23:08 < Serilde> (Well I dont actually see it, but I've spent too long looking so I'll just go off what you've said.

23:08 < Antinov> https://static.f-list.net/images/charimage/4915014.jpg Far right.

23:09 < Serilde> (Oh! I overlooked it)

23:16 Serilde shudders as more of her body slides into the foul chamber of his maw, pulling her through the saliva that pools at the bottom of hte beak and coating every inch of her body in the rancid drool that mats her fur and feathers down and leaves her with an unhealthy sheen. She shudders, seems he was going to eat her afterall as more of her body slides into the beak, causing her to flare her wings and outstretch her talons. The tongue pulls ever more powerfully upon her form, sliding her down a hot squishy tunnel that stretches to suit her form, though it seems she ounly gets sucked inside by a little more than one of her own body lengths before she stops. The bird blinks in the darkness and makes noises of fear and confusion muffled by the appendage in her mouth. Every breath his ard and leaves her on the verge of losing what prey remains in her belly as the scent of actually rotting food and foul stones fills her lungs.