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. 

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...