Pursa-kun Romance with Kotono-chan
by John FCCF Poseyabout 2 hours ago
•long read•hot intensityKotono-chan pushed the door shut with her back and looked up at him, yellow bow tilted, large eyes soft. “You were amazing out there,” she said, voice low. Her mitten-like hands slid up his chest, fingers sinking into the shaggy red feathers of his jersey. “I’ve been thinking about you the whole second half.”
Pursa-kun’s curved beak curved into a wider smile. He leaned down, beak brushing the side of hers. “Same. Every time you danced on the sideline I wanted to drag you in here.” His hands found her waist, thumbs stroking the purple tank top, then slipping underneath to feel the soft plumage over her hips.
They kissed—awkward at first with the beaks, then hungry. Tongues met. Kotono-chan’s hands traveled lower, over the black athletic shorts, until her palm pressed against the thick shape already hardening inside them. She squeezed gently and felt him throb.
“You’re so hard already,” she whispered. She dropped to her knees on the cool floor, tugged the shorts and underwear down together. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed, the head already glistening. She wrapped both feathered hands around the shaft, stroked once from base to tip, then leaned in and took him into her mouth.
Warm, wet heat closed around him. Kotono-chan bobbed slowly, tongue swirling under the head, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Spit slicked his length. One of her hands cupped his balls, rolling them while the other stroked what her beak and mouth couldn’t take. Pursa-kun groaned, one hand resting on the yellow bow, careful not to crush it, hips twitching forward.
“Fuck, your mouth…” he breathed. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her beak to the shiny head of his cock, then licked a long stripe up the underside before swallowing him again, deeper this time until her beak pressed against his pelvis.
He let her work him for long minutes, the wet sounds of oral sex filling the empty locker room, until he tugged her up by the shoulders. “I need you.”
They stripped the rest of the way—jersey, tank top, skirt, socks—until it was just red feathers against red feathers. Pursa-kun lifted her onto the long bench. Kotono-chan spread her legs, the soft feathers between her thighs parting to show her pussy, already wet and puffy. He knelt, buried his beak between her legs, and licked. Broad strokes over her clit, then pointed tongue pushing inside her. She moaned, claws curling against the wood, hips rolling against his face.
“Inside me,” she begged. “Please, Pursa.”
He stood, lined his cock up, and pushed in slowly. Her pussy stretched around him, hot and tight, taking every thick inch until he was buried to the base. Both of them shuddered. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, then started thrusting—long, deep strokes that made her soft body jolt on the bench.
Missionary first: her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt while they kissed. The wet slap of feathers and flesh filled the room. He angled higher, grinding against her clit with every thrust, and she came hard around him, walls fluttering and squeezing.
He pulled out, flipped her onto all fours on the bench. Her white pleated skirt (still half-on) was shoved up over her back. He gripped her hips and sank back into her pussy from behind, fucking her harder now. The new angle let him go deeper. Kotono-chan pushed back to meet every thrust, soft cries muffled against her folded arms. One of his hands reached under to rub her clit in tight circles while his cock pounded her.
“I’m close,” he growled.
“Inside,” she gasped. “Come in me. Fill me up.”
He slammed deep one last time and came hard, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy. He kept thrusting through it, shallow and wet, pushing his creampie deeper until it started to leak out around his shaft in creamy white streaks. When he finally pulled out, a heavy gush of his seed spilled from her used hole, dripping down her inner feathers onto the bench.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. Then he helped her turn over. Kotono-chan looked down between her legs, watching more of his cum leak out, and gave him a dazed, satisfied smile.
Pursa-kun leaned over her, beak nuzzling hers. “Round two when we get home?”
She reached down, collected some of the creampie on her fingers, and licked it clean. “Obviously.”
They cleaned up as best they could, pulled the purple kit back on over sticky feathers, and slipped out of the stadium hand in hand, already counting the minutes until they could lock a door and do it all over again—slower, longer, and just as deep.
Pursa-kun’s curved beak curved into a wider smile. He leaned down, beak brushing the side of hers. “Same. Every time you danced on the sideline I wanted to drag you in here.” His hands found her waist, thumbs stroking the purple tank top, then slipping underneath to feel the soft plumage over her hips.
They kissed—awkward at first with the beaks, then hungry. Tongues met. Kotono-chan’s hands traveled lower, over the black athletic shorts, until her palm pressed against the thick shape already hardening inside them. She squeezed gently and felt him throb.
“You’re so hard already,” she whispered. She dropped to her knees on the cool floor, tugged the shorts and underwear down together. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed, the head already glistening. She wrapped both feathered hands around the shaft, stroked once from base to tip, then leaned in and took him into her mouth.
Warm, wet heat closed around him. Kotono-chan bobbed slowly, tongue swirling under the head, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Spit slicked his length. One of her hands cupped his balls, rolling them while the other stroked what her beak and mouth couldn’t take. Pursa-kun groaned, one hand resting on the yellow bow, careful not to crush it, hips twitching forward.
“Fuck, your mouth…” he breathed. She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her beak to the shiny head of his cock, then licked a long stripe up the underside before swallowing him again, deeper this time until her beak pressed against his pelvis.
He let her work him for long minutes, the wet sounds of oral sex filling the empty locker room, until he tugged her up by the shoulders. “I need you.”
They stripped the rest of the way—jersey, tank top, skirt, socks—until it was just red feathers against red feathers. Pursa-kun lifted her onto the long bench. Kotono-chan spread her legs, the soft feathers between her thighs parting to show her pussy, already wet and puffy. He knelt, buried his beak between her legs, and licked. Broad strokes over her clit, then pointed tongue pushing inside her. She moaned, claws curling against the wood, hips rolling against his face.
“Inside me,” she begged. “Please, Pursa.”
He stood, lined his cock up, and pushed in slowly. Her pussy stretched around him, hot and tight, taking every thick inch until he was buried to the base. Both of them shuddered. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, then started thrusting—long, deep strokes that made her soft body jolt on the bench.
Missionary first: her legs wrapped around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt while they kissed. The wet slap of feathers and flesh filled the room. He angled higher, grinding against her clit with every thrust, and she came hard around him, walls fluttering and squeezing.
He pulled out, flipped her onto all fours on the bench. Her white pleated skirt (still half-on) was shoved up over her back. He gripped her hips and sank back into her pussy from behind, fucking her harder now. The new angle let him go deeper. Kotono-chan pushed back to meet every thrust, soft cries muffled against her folded arms. One of his hands reached under to rub her clit in tight circles while his cock pounded her.
“I’m close,” he growled.
“Inside,” she gasped. “Come in me. Fill me up.”
He slammed deep one last time and came hard, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy. He kept thrusting through it, shallow and wet, pushing his creampie deeper until it started to leak out around his shaft in creamy white streaks. When he finally pulled out, a heavy gush of his seed spilled from her used hole, dripping down her inner feathers onto the bench.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. Then he helped her turn over. Kotono-chan looked down between her legs, watching more of his cum leak out, and gave him a dazed, satisfied smile.
Pursa-kun leaned over her, beak nuzzling hers. “Round two when we get home?”
She reached down, collected some of the creampie on her fingers, and licked it clean. “Obviously.”
They cleaned up as best they could, pulled the purple kit back on over sticky feathers, and slipped out of the stadium hand in hand, already counting the minutes until they could lock a door and do it all over again—slower, longer, and just as deep.