Engaged by the exotic pleasures Lord Ferron performed on him in the estate dungeon, Ios accepts the prince's invitation to bathe and cuddle in their private chambers, some proper aftercare for a road weary warrior; but his beau craves yet more, longing to see him well sated and spent.

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ALT Text: Two bird men rest on a pale red chaise longue in a large room, with loose orange sheets and fabric hanging from the chair's arm rest and extended base. A picture of the setting sun over calm waters hangs on the wall behind them, it's frame golden, matching the trim of the fabric resting on the couch.

The first bird man, Lord Ferron, leans on the far side of the couch, wearing a deep red, golden beaded thong and deep red robes with a gold trim collar. His white feathers cover all but his feet and beak, which share a pale pink hue, while his talons are painted gold to match his regal clothing. He resembles a peacock, with crested feathers atop his head and a large fan of tail feathers that posses patterns matching his eyes, both in their blue tint and shape. He rests his head on the warrior's chest, curving his hips to draw attention to his shapely rear, and bending his top leg to rest on the lower. "Mmm... Perhaps once you're well and truly spent, you can serve as my pillow." he suggests with a large smirk.

The second bird man, Ios Bartholemew, leans against the chair's back, relaxed with his left hand resting on the wooden arm; his legs are spread wide, leaving little to the imagination, what with a pale green tight laced thong barely containing his member. His plumage comes in shades of pale blue, black and white, with large talons on his feet and claws on his hands. His head resembles that of an owl, with light eyebrow feathers that curve upwards, resembling horns. Dark patterns surround his eyes and forehead, extending down to his golden beak, matching the color of his hands and talons. Black feathers cover his arms, pecs and calves, while white feathers show in tufts along his chest, biceps, groin, hands and shins. His feet hover slightly above the ground as he heartily laughs at his beau's raunchy remark. "Ha! Ha! Ha! 'Twould be a pleasure to provide, m'lord." he states, eyes closed with a smile contorting his beak. 

Rocket Raccoon got MVP by taking 19 inches of venom for his team. Marvel Rivals inspired picture, he's gonna flarkin' bust!

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ALT Text: Rocket Raccon from Marvel Rivals managed to win MVP for the round - despite Venom's best efforts to take him down a peg, and give him 19 whole inches. Though that doesn't mean Rocket managed to completely keep his composure, it's a good thing the round ended when it did; Rocket's already stripped down for the symbiote, and is shooting quite a load. Those gooey appendages must feel like magic on both his hole and his throbbing cock. 

El Presidente (Ose) was quite angry and jealous over his boyfriend, The Masked Marquis's (Andras) performance in the ring against The Jester (Daemon). Looks like The Marquis is in for a long, rough night, not that he minds - damn horny demons...

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ALT Text: Andras - A red owl man with a green head and wings, and a yellow beard, happy trail, and eyebrows wears a rather skimpy set of clothes. A white mask with a heart decal separated by a single black line, a blue, long sleeved frilled shirt that shows off his chest, and blue thigh highs with white, frilled dress shoes - leaving nothing to cover his rather erect member. 

His boyfriend, Ose - A cheetah man with blue eyes and an athletic build, wears an equally exposing outfit. A high collared suit cut to expose the wearer's chest, with a red tie resting on his bear chest and light white shirt sleeves underneath, as well as a pair of dress shoes with gaiters and socks - leaving nothing to cover the proud cheetah's member as it throbs in the air. 

After The Masked Marquis's (Andras) victory in his rematch with The Jester (Daemon), he returned to the locker rooms to remove his outfit and head to the showers; However, his boyfriend, El Presidente (Ose), was quite angry with The Marquis's performance during the rematch, and rather jealous of his willingness to let The Jester yank his pride in the ring, given the size of the audience. Seeking to punish the Marquis for his submissive display, El Presidente approached the unsuspecting bird, ready to conjure the same leash The Jester had during the match... 

After treating Ios to some exotic pleasures in his estate dungeon, Lord Ferron invited him to his private chambers for a soothing bath and some cuddling.

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ALT Text: Lord Ferron, a white peacock birdman with blue eyes and pale pink skin resides in a warmly lit doorway. He wears a loose red robe with a gold collar that mirrors his painted talons, as well as a gold beaded matching thong that leaves little to the imagination. He stands proud in the glowing light, ostentatiously posing to present his skinny, yet regal form to his lover, his wide hips further emphasized by his flamboyant stance. The plumage of his tail seems to mimic his eyes, peering over his shoulder into the room. The love birds have surely partaken in some carnal delights already, but dawn is a long ways away, and the noble hungers for more... 

Gyxaes got a little too drunk after helping out around Sunsong Ranch yesterday, and was kept up by a rager. The vulpera recalled farmer Yoon's warnings of aggressive male virmen on the farm this season, and opted to work bareback come dawn. Seems a hungry alpha caught his scent...

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ALT Text: Gyxaes, an orange furred Vulpera Monk with a strong snout and purple eyes, leans forward against a large carrot, wearing only a tattered shirt. With his knees bent, he lifts his tail, exposing his anus, balls, and throbbing red rocket to a horny alpha male vermin behind him. The vermin rims the vulnerable fox for a time, leaving him well aroused, his pre dripping onto the soil below as his knot bulges. The monk bends his ears down in embarrassment, whining as the vermin pulls back, saliva hanging between the alpha's mouth and the Vulpera's taint. Gyxaes knows he won't last much longer, and clenches his fist against the carrot. The vermin licks his lips, having lubed the monk's rear a great deal, "This MY territory, pup! Me breed you, claim you!" he states, preparing to mount the helpless Vulpera... 

Finally sat down and wrote some smut for some of my characters, about 5 pages worth. The story itself is on https://www.furaffinity.net/view/64203299/ cause it'd kind of bury the art on this page. But yeah, enjoy some "noble and his bodyguard" BDSM shenanigans...

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ALT Text:  Ios Bartholemew, a large, bulky owl man with yellow eyes, and black, blue and white patterned feathers leans against the wall of the Young Lord Ferron's dungeon, recently released from the iron shackles that restrained him.

Lord Ferron, a slender peacock birdman with wide hips, white feathers, and pale blue patterns on his tail that match his eyes, stands before him. He looks a bit worried, asking if he had hurt Ios during their intimate yet rough encounter. 

They hold hands as they come down from their excitement, the yield of their interaction on Lord Ferron's beak and feathers, as well as the dungeon floor...