I Could Just Eat You Up
One-Shot
7 May 2017
Stats
The RP has a total of 16 lines, 706 words, and 4038 characters.The average line consists of 44.13 words that themselves average 4.72 characters taking about 3 minutes, 23 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 8 lines, 444 words, and 2498 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 55.5 words that themselves average 4.63 characters taking about 3 minutes, 44 seconds.
Silvergriffin said a total of 8 lines, 262 words, and 1540 characters.
Silvergriffin's average line consists of 32.75 words that themselves average 4.88 characters taking about 2 minutes, 54 seconds.
08:14 < Silvergriffin> Hello there!
08:14 < Gyro Feather> Good morning
08:15 < Silvergriffin> You're a pretty bird arn't ya! I could just....eat you up!
08:16 < Gyro Feather> Oh dear! ~~~
08:17 < Gyro Feather> well, how ought we begin? ^^; any scene prefs?
08:18 Silvergriffin chuckles and pressed my feathery frame to you and nibbles at your head feathers
08:18 < Silvergriffin> I have work in half hour see....I don't want to be cruel and start anything just yet
08:19 < Gyro Feather> ah fair
08:19 < Gyro Feather> well I'll BM ya
08:22 Gyro Feather shivers at the nibbles as he feels the warm drool from the maw saturating his feathers, and pulls away a step from the larger bird. "Uhh...I dont think I want preenings from you," he says with a nervous hesitation. The gryphon's feathers have a faint fruity scent lingering from the oils he worked in the previous day, but it has yet to be refreshed this morning.
08:24 Silvergriffin Perks ears and follows you as you pull, Churring, his hot drool seeping into your downy fluff...as he grins "Yes you do..You love to be preened by big hungry birds...." his warm moist breath whispering across your nape
08:28 Gyro Feather 's feathers stand on end as he feels the hot humid breath prickling against his neck, causing Gyro to quiver. He casts a fearful glance back at Silver. "I...dont like that discription at all..." He protests and then shifts to dart off, unintentionally telegraphing his motion.
08:31 < Silvergriffin> (( Great picture. I hope you like being turned into A big phat pellet and other bits ;) __
08:32 < Gyro Feather> [sub]and I was just about to ask about that stuff :P[/sub]
08:33 Silvergriffin Stretched out his fore legs and grasps around your breast tightly, Kneading his talons into your keeel, pulling you to my own breast and murring softly into your ear and Licking across your nares "Were you planning to leave me....How rude." grins beak wide
08:33 < Silvergriffin> (( geg ))
08:34 < Silvergriffin> (( Pellets urates and sweet sweet nutrtion
08:37 Gyro Feather darts forward...or at least attempts to, bit his soft downy feathers compress against his chest as he collides into the sharp talons and instead is pulled backwards. He tucks his tail and folds both his crests down flat as his gaze shifts to meet the other's eyes. He can smell the stale breath of the other predator wafting down over him, leaving him gagging. "I...I just need to go find myself breakfast..."
08:39 Silvergriffin Condescendingly beings to stroke your head feathers in long sweeping motions, a little of that thick bird drool Dripping down onto your beak, leaving slimy trails "But the breakfast is here already!"
08:43 Gyro Feather squints as the drool runs towards his eyes, leaving glistening streams on his beak and shakes his head, trying to sling it away, though that only serves to hasten the rate at which the saliva turns from warm to icy against his flesh. Some of his feathers are already matted atop his head, adding a spattering of drool to the talon stroking him while the gryphon tries to force his wings open ans shuffle, looking for any leverage to escape. "I...dont see it...let me go."
08:47 Silvergriffin positioned my body over yours, the larger feral Letting his weight drop on the smaller birds body, pressing him down to the floor roughly, Churring loudly, his powerful heart beat pounding against your back as he opens his beak to full stretch in a over-dramatic loud suggestive yawn, letting his breath fill your nares "Stop fidgeting little bird, it'll ruin your taste.
08:47 < Silvergriffin> (( I gotta fly.
08:47 < Silvergriffin> (( I'll look forward to digesting you!
08:48 < Gyro Feather> (How long is work?
08:49 < Silvergriffin> ( 8 hours sadly!
08:49 < Gyro Feather> [sub]alas...well you can make messes when you com back. I'm on ET...you actually caught me on an early morning, usually not awake by now.[/sub]
08:50 < Gyro Feather> [sub]*est[/sub]
08:51 < Silvergriffin> (( I love melting preys flesh in my stoamche....don't worry <3
08:51 < Silvergriffin> (( bye!
18:19 Silvergriffin Grasps tightly..
18:19 < Gyro Feather> hihi~
18:19 < Silvergriffin> Hello pet.
18:20 Silvergriffin colapses ontop of
18:20 Gyro Feather oofs beneath as he's collapsed upon
18:20 < Gyro Feather> shall we continue?
18:22 < Silvergriffin> I want too But work has drained me.....* Burried beak into your crests and murred loudly
18:25 < Gyro Feather> aww well alas
18:25 Gyro Feather coos softly as he feels the gently preening
18:26 < Gyro Feather> I already typed up my response though, so I'm gonna post it before I lose it ^^
18:26 Gyro Feather oofs as he feels the weight settling down upon his back, weighing him down in place as he squrims to pull himself free from the heavy bulk. The little gryphon's heart is thumping even faster now as the fear continues to rise in his body. His tail twitches, brushing against the other's netheres while he makes a gulp. "W-well...what if I dont want to taste good anyways?"
18:29 Silvergriffin Rumbled as He shoved a talon under your fore leg and over your racing cute heart, the big ferals male hood slipping from its reptilian slit, oozing musky pre against your tail tip "Everything tastes good...You just need a little of my own brand of seasoning" Bites around your neck easily, my hot saliva sinking into your downy feathers "You'll feed me for a good few days!"
18:37 Gyro Feather squawks as the talon pushes up against his thumping heart, sending another jolt of adreniline though his body as the tips prick down past his feathers to the flesh beneath. He hasnt quite noticed that he's brushing the other's tip yet, even as his tail continues to wave in fear. As the beak comes down around his neck, the little bird stiffens, especially as it puts a painful pressure againts his flesh while teh drool drips down into his plumage, matting down more of it. "N-no no need to do anything silly like that."
18:40 < Silvergriffin> (( Just a tease! I'll be on tomorrow, snack
18:40 < Gyro Feather> (alright