Wind-Bound Heat

Jet the Hawk lounged against the railing of the Babylon Rogues’ airship, the night wind ruffling his green feathers and the dark tips of his mohawk. The engines hummed low beneath them as the craft drifted high above the clouds. Wave the Swallow stood a few paces away, tablet in hand, reviewing the latest Gear diagnostics. Her purple feathers caught the soft glow of the instrument lights; the white bandana kept her long braids from whipping free.

“You’re staring again,” she said without looking up, voice dry.

Jet smirked. “Hard not to when the smartest mechanic in the sky looks this good in the moonlight.”

Wave finally lifted her gaze. Blue eyes met his, sharp and assessing. A faint flush colored the pale feathers of her cheeks. “Flattery won’t get your Type-J tuned any faster.”

“Wasn’t trying to get it tuned.” He pushed off the railing and crossed the deck in two easy strides. “Was trying to get you.”

She didn’t step back. Jet was arrogant, loud, and forever chasing treasure and speed, but tonight the usual banter had a different edge. The air between them felt charged, the way it did before a hard race.

Wave set the tablet aside. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious.” Jet’s voice dropped. “Been thinking about this for a while. About you. About what it would feel like to stop talking for once and just—”

She closed the last inch herself, rising on her toes to press her beak against his. The kiss started tentative, then deepened when Jet’s gloved hands settled at her waist. Wave’s fingers found the feathers at the back of his neck. The wind carried the quiet sounds of their mouths meeting, soft clicks of beaks, the low rumble of Jet’s breath.

When they broke apart, both were breathing harder.

“Cabin,” Wave said. “Now. Before Storm wanders up here.”

They barely made it through the door. Jet kicked it shut behind them. The small private cabin was lit only by a single lamp. Wave’s back hit the wall; Jet’s body pressed flush against hers. He kissed her again, deeper this time, tongue sliding past her beak. One hand slid under the hem of her white tube top, palm gliding over the soft feathers of her midriff and higher until he cupped one firm breast. Wave arched into the touch, a quiet sound escaping her throat.

“Clothes,” she muttered against his mouth. “Off.”

Gloves hit the floor first. Then boots. Wave’s tube top came up and over her head; Jet’s eyes darkened at the sight of her bare chest, the soft curves of her breasts tipped with darker purple nipples already tight. He bent and took one into his mouth, tongue swirling, sucking lightly. Wave’s fingers tightened in his mohawk. Her free hand worked at the fastenings of his pants.

When Jet’s cock sprang free, thick and already hard, Wave’s breath caught. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in her grip.

“Wave—”

She dropped to her knees without another word. Jet braced one hand on the wall. Wave leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, from the heavy balls up to the flushed head. She took the tip into her mouth, lips sealing around him, and sank down. The wet heat of her mouth made Jet’s hips jerk. She sucked steadily, bobbing her head, one hand stroking what her beak and tongue couldn’t reach, the other cupping and gently rolling his balls.

“Fuck, Wave… that’s—yeah, just like that.”

She hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight through his cock. Jet’s fingers slid into her braids, not forcing, just holding on as she worked him deeper. Spit slicked her chin. She pulled off with a soft pop, stroked him with both hands while she caught her breath, then took him back in, slower this time, letting him feel every inch of her tongue and the tight ring of her lips.

Jet groaned. “Gonna come if you keep that up.”

Wave pulled away, lips shiny. “Not yet.”

She stood. Jet spun her, pressed her front against the wall, and tugged her flared pants and the simple undergarment beneath them down her legs. Wave stepped free. Jet’s hands ran up the backs of her thighs, over the soft curve of her ass, then around to the front. His fingers found the warm, already-slick folds of her pussy. He stroked her outer lips, then slipped two fingers between them, gathering wetness and rubbing slow circles over her clit.

Wave’s forehead dropped against the wall. “Jet…”

He kissed the side of her neck, feathers brushing her skin, while his fingers worked her open. One finger slid inside her pussy, then a second, curling, stroking. Wave pushed back against his hand, hips rolling.

“Bed,” she managed.

They stumbled the few steps. Wave climbed onto the mattress on her hands and knees. Jet moved behind her, hands spreading her thighs wider. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, coating himself in her slick, then pushed forward.

The first slow inch stretched her. Wave’s breath hitched. Jet kept going, steady and deep, until his hips were flush against her ass and his cock was buried to the base inside her tight, hot pussy. He stayed still for a moment, just feeling her clench around him.

Then he started to move.

Long, deep strokes at first, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the cabin. Wave rocked back to meet every thrust. Jet’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft feathers and flesh. He angled his hips, dragging the head of his cock over the spot that made her moan louder.

“Harder,” she ordered, voice rough.

Jet obliged. The pace picked up. Skin slapped against skin. Wave’s braids swung with every thrust. Jet leaned over her back, one arm wrapping around her waist so his fingers could reach her clit again. He rubbed tight circles while he fucked her, cock plunging deep.

Wave came first, body tightening hard around him, a sharp cry muffled against the sheets. Jet kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release, but pulled out just before he tipped over. He rolled her onto her back. Wave’s legs fell open willingly. Jet settled between them, guided his cock back to her entrance, and sank in again in one smooth push.

Face to face now. Jet braced on his forearms, hips rolling in deep, grinding circles. Wave’s arms locked around his shoulders. Their mouths met in messy, open kisses. Every thrust drove a soft, broken sound from her throat.

Jet shifted, lifting one of her legs higher, changing the angle so he could go even deeper. Wave’s nails dug into his back feathers. The wet heat of her pussy fluttered around his cock.

“Gonna fill you,” Jet rasped against her beak. “Want that?”

“Yes. Do it. Come inside me.”

He drove in hard, once, twice, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, guttural groan. Thick pulses of cum flooded her pussy, hot and deep. Wave’s walls clenched around him, milking every drop. Jet stayed locked inside her, hips twitching with the aftershocks, cock still throbbing as he emptied himself.

They stayed joined for a long moment, breathing hard. Jet’s forehead rested against hers. When he finally eased out, a slow trickle of his creampie followed, sliding down the cleft of her ass. Wave reached between them, fingers gathering some of the mess, and brought them to her mouth, tasting him without looking away.

Jet’s cock twitched at the sight.

Wave smirked, still flushed, still open and wet. “Round two, Legendary Wind Master?”

Jet’s answering grin was pure heat. “Always.”

He lowered his head between her thighs, tongue dragging through the mixture of her slick and his own cum, and set to work making her come again while his cock hardened once more against the sheets. The night was long, the cabin private, and neither of them had anywhere else they needed to be.