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An imp sat beneath the baking sun on a crate fanning himself with an open mouth like an overheated dog while people walked by. His fur was a bright red ending in black at his waist downward with a tuft of white around his neck. A long tunic covered his body tied at the waist with geometric shapes lining the material from the bottom to the neck. Three clawed digits along with his hand worked to try and brush the heat away. Mostly, the motion succeeded in somehow making him feel hotter but that wasn't the worst transgression here. Raziel was terribly bored in a way that sitting around doing nothing was more interesting than even attempting to be disappointed by trying to find entertainment. There simply wasn't anyone interesting in the city to bother. Sure, a few standouts made their cases why his pranks would be well served on them but most of the ones he found interesting either avoided him or simply had gotten used to his pranks. It wouldn't be so boring if one of the few people he had ever considered a friend were still around. Nostalgia struck him like a gentle touch against the cheek as he found himself thinking of Colette and their usual stomping grounds. It had been years since he saw her but he still enjoyed going to the same tavern to grab a few drinks and be an utter nuisance. Finally, the heat began to beat out the fear of going out and being disappointed, and so, he got off his fat rump and began walking down the cobbled street beneath black spire lanterns to go have a drink, arrow point tail flicking back and forth.

Raziel arrived at his destination without needing to walk too long. The tavern was located in an old building made of pale bricks with a wooden sign hanging over the door with a mug burned on it. He felt over the door and reminisced at how many times he had been kicked out for causing too much trouble and remembered fondly that most of those times were because he had gotten into little scrapes with Colette. Perhaps today the owner of the tavern would be ripe for bothering so he could get kicked out again or maybe there would be someone interesting from out of the city. Even then, nothing would compare to those days with Colette.

With a sigh, he pulled the old door open and stepped inside. The familiar floorboards creaked beneath his steps as he walked toward the bar immediately to take a seat on one of the stools. He planted an elbow on the bartop without a care for the sharp look he was given by the large canine bartender, however, he moved his arm when he felt the sting of a towel being cracked against his elbow.

"Ow! Is that any way to treat a paying customer?!" Raziel whined while rubbing his arm.

The dog behind the bar slapped a hand on it and scowled, "Then buy something Raz and have some manners. If I was anywhere near related to you then I'd be embarrassed just to see you out in public." He then lifted his chin and snorted, "Now what can I get you?"

Raziel stuck his tongue out before taking a few coins from his tunic to set them on the counter with a metallic clink, "One mug of ale. Nothing fancy today. Just kind of want to drink and remember better times. Such memories as when you weren't as mean to me and there were more interesting people around here."

While the bartender turned to start filling a mug, he grunted, "More interesting people? Who the hell would fit that bill? All you do is pester folk until they get upset and walk away or until they smack you one across the chin."

"Well, yeah." He answered with a huff, "But there was someone with more interesting reactions that just doesn't show up anymore."

The bartender turned around and set a frothing mug down while speaking, "Is that so? Didn't think you got along with anyone since all you do is pester."

Raziel puffed out his chest, "I'd like to say that I've been in more people's beds than you could ever imagine. I think that counts as getting along with plenty of people."

"Is that right? Well, so long as you pay for your drinks and don't cause too much trouble you're welcome to wash away your boredom here." Said the old dog with a grunt.

"I'm not bored!" He said with his chin lifted, "I've got a lot of important things to do, I'll have you know!"

Their eyes met for a second before the dog started to chuckle, "Never thought I'd actually laugh at one of your jokes. Thanks for that."

Raziel opened his mouth to object but instead, he sniffed and snatched his mug from the counter to bring it up to his mouth and nurse on it. The liquid was warm with a sweet taste kissing behind hints of sour and bitter. Having the old man laugh at that of all things couldn't be counted as a victory considering he had wanted to be taken seriously at that moment. Whatever, it didn't matter. Even if it was true he wasn't busy in the traditional sense, he still had things to do.

While he was still steaming from the bartender's laughter, he didn't notice a particular customer stepping through the door. His eyes were focused on his mug when he felt a feathered touch at the back of his head and heard a familiar voice calling to him, "Well hey there, didn't expect to see you sulking here."

His words came before he registered who it was as he leaned back and looked to the side, "I'm just deep in thought. I would never be so pathetic as to sulk in a mug of this dishwater."

Raziel's eyes grew wide when he saw who had taken a seat next to him. She was a crow with deep black feathers and bright green eyes. A sleeveless gambeson adorned her with a belt around her waist. Her eyes were looking toward the front while she ordered a mug for herself. With a tilted head, he reached out to poke her cheek just to make sure she was real while the crow set a few coins down and received a mug of ale in turn.

When she finally turned to look at him, she looked down at herself before looking back into his eyes and asking, "Is something wrong Raziel? Got something on my face maybe or are you just admiring me?"

The words coming out of her beak brought him back to reality while he lunged forward to grab hold of the feathered hand to shake it, "Colette! It is you! I can't believe it. How long has it been? Years? Definitely years but it looks like you haven't changed a bit! Still with a chest that could show through any coat and feathers darker than any sloppy ink someone would write with!"

Colette snorted, "Good to see that you're the same sort of creature, although, maybe I was hoping that you would have grown up a bit. I saw you looking dejected and knew immediately that you were either bored or someone laughed at something that they weren't supposed to be laughing at."

Raziel's cheeks warmed a bit beneath the fur and he looked back at his mug with a huff, "What? I wasn't sulking. Like I said. I was deep in thought. Mostly thinking about how everything is boring around here and then look at that, you show up again but enough about that, where have you been all this time?"

He looked up at her and she leaned back, feathered digits on the pommel of her sword while she grunted, "Well, I've been doing more mercenary work outside of the city but I guess in a different way. Usually, I'd do a few simple jobs and come back real soon, or maybe even take a bounty hunting gig and just turn in criminals but I got hired on for something different. A caravan was heading out to catalog various monsters and plants and I got stuck with it." A smile then lined her beak as she continued, "Figured it was a stupid job because I'd have to do something other than bust heads but the people were nice and I eventually started enjoying the work that didn't involve poking a sword into every creature that bared their fangs at us. Now I'm a permanent part of that caravan and we're here for a bit before we keep moving."

Raziel blinked, "Oh. That sounds eventful."

"What have you been up to?" She asked before taking a pull of her mug.

He leaned back in his seat and brought his mug up, "Oh you know, full of the usual adventures that we used to have all the time. Skulking through the streets and playing little pranks here and there and sneaking into the beds of wives, husbands and then some."

Colette laughed, "I see! So you've been exactly up to the same kind of things you were before I left, meaning, absolutely nothing."

His cheeks burned further while he scoffed, "Sure, whatever. Flaunt about that you've gone on some sort of grand adventure but don't call my life uneventful just because of that."

Feathered digits ruffled through his hair as the crow spoke, "Aw, I'm sorry Razzy, I didn't mean to tease you too much. Just figured I'd egg you on a bit."

He swatted the wing over his head while responding, "No need to apologize and don't call me Razzy. I just know that you're being a show-off to impress me. You always crushed on me and now that you're back even for just a little bit, I know that your heart must be aching for more of me."

Raziel turned to end to his drink with his eyes closed. The liquid running down his throat helped him focus on something other than his rushing heart. It had been years since he had seen Colette and she had been through so many things that he could not imagine. At the same time, she had remembered him, remembered the relationship they had held and even initiated conversation. His words should have set her off into the usual sort of spat that might end up either in a sore chin or both of them getting kicked out of the tavern. Raziel wouldn't mind so long as he got to experience their old back and forth again.

Colette simply smiled and when she answered, she did so with a hum, "I think I did miss you just a little bit. I don't know about having a crush on you but you were always cute. Maybe just a bit annoying but I think I've calmed down enough to see through your little games."

He nearly choked on his Ale after she said that. After a hard swallow, he sucked in a breath and puffed out, "What do you mean by all that?"

The crow chuckled, "It means that I think you're adorable and nothing you say can fluster me anymore. My temper isn't the way it used to be Razzy. I met a lot of good people who helped me with that and urged me to see how harmful it could be just lashing out."

Raziel tried to reach for a compliment, tried to reach for something that would reflect that he was glad that she managed to get help but a small and loud part of him was upset that she had changed while they were apart and so he turned his head away from her as he muttered, "Whatever. I'll find something else to bother you about." The gears in his head then turned as his floppy ears raised along with his eyes, "Wait a second." He said as his gaze turned back to her with a small smirk tugging at the side of his mouth, "If you think I'm cute then that means you wanna fuck, right?"

That had to have gotten a terrible reaction from her without a doubt. Raziel was already preparing for a stinging cheek or some sort of hellish lecture but the crow simply brought her mug up to her beak and started to down every drop. When the mug was dry, she set it down and breathed out, "Sure! Why not?"

"That's what I thought." He said full of confidence but then he raised a brow and muttered, "What, really?"

Colette chuckled, "Yup. I figure I'm in town for maybe a week or two while we gather provisions and chart out another course. I don't think it would be unreasonable to give in to the requests of a cute friend who has been pining for some tailfeather even after all these years."

Raziel coughed, "Pining for some tailfeather? You wish I was! I just thought it would be fun to reconnect like old times and saw that you were interested in me."

She laughed and got up from her seat to set down a few more coins and call toward the bartender, "Get us a key to one of your rooms. Any would do and I don't think we'll be spending all night considering Razzy has a fat mouth and I don't expect much."

He narrowed his eyes at the crow before reaching over to take hold of his mug and bring it up. The imp struggled to drain every drop without having to take a breath but managed to do so before getting up with a huff, "I'll show you that we'll be needing that room all night. You'll have to kick us out from the noise!"

"I'll kick both of you out right now if you don't shut up about your little contest in front of my bar. Take the damn key and get going!" Said the old dog while slamming on the bartop.

Colette took the key and turned around, "Follow along Razzy or I'll leave you behind thinking that you don't want any of this."

His mouth was held in a firm line as he tried to think of some sort of quip, some sort of needle-sharp retort that would destroy her but all he could do was seeth while his cheeks continued burning thinking about the fact that she had agreed to fucking. Did he want it? Of course, he did but he had never imagined that he would ever get this opportunity and yet again, it was something that had changed. She had always scoffed at his flirting or had more violent reactions to it. Colette had not once shown interest and made it a day to day effort to make sure that he knew that she would be disgusted but now she was so effortlessly saying that she'd accept him without a doubt. If that was the way she wanted it, then he saw no reason to deny her.

Raziel followed the crow while breathing in and out steadily to calm the burning on his cheeks. She had been waiting at the bottom of a set of stairs and headed up them with a snicker once she saw that he was following. That snicker had been enough to light the fire in his cheeks again but he pressed on despite that. It wasn't a long walk to their room and he waited until she opened the door and stepped inside to follow. The room was a small thing with only a bed pushed up against the back.

"Here I was hoping the old man would have given us something a bit more fancy than this." Said the imp while looking around as the door closed behind them.

The sound of a belt being moved could be heard behind him while Colette responded, "Eh, I've had worse. The forest floor might be just a bit worse than this room, but just a bit oh, and rocks hurt like nothing you would believe."

He snorted, "Seriously? What were you doing? Getting a bit of extra cash by selling your body?"

Colette chuckled, "Sometimes. People pay a good bit of coin to have some fun on the road and I figure, why not? It feels good and most of the people that buy from me seemed on the level. None of them could handle me but hey, so long as they paid and I got to enjoy myself a bit what did it matter?"

Raziel felt his cheeks burning even more and he turned to face her to tease her but he froze when he saw her undoing the ties of her gambeson. The thick coat came apart to show her chest barely held by a bra. Her supple thighs and strong body were soon revealed as well when she parted the coat and let it drop to the floor. Those large breasts spilled out once she removed her bra. It wasn't long before she was fully nude and standing before him with her arms at her waist and her chin raised at him with a small smirk on her stupid sexy beak.

The heat had moved from his cheeks to his head and he swore he could feel himself about to steam in his own embarrassment. One of her feathered hands reached out and beckoned him while she tilted her head and watched him with those sharp green eyes. Her sword was set against the door but it felt like she was pointing a blade directly at him with that look. Trying not to give away he was feeling, he turned away to start stripping, hands clutching the bottom of his tunic to bring it over his head.

Once it was off, he felt feathered digits grasping onto his rear while plump breasts were pressed against his back, "Seriously? No underwear? Figured you'd be too shy for that but then again, you probably flash people sometimes like the lil' perv you are."

Raziel backed away and turned around to face her while stammering, "I-I did no such thing! And I don't do it now! Why would I do that? Anyone who has seen my cock has wanted to see it without a doubt!"

Colette laughed and poked his chest with a single feather, "Is that so? You were fond of getting me to look at it when you thought I was tipsy enough to not care. Or maybe you don't remember because you were too hammered to make sound judgments."

"Yeah, guess I was too drunk to remember that." He muttered while recalling the fact that he hadn't been drunk at all.

She then reached up to flick his nose while leaning closer until they were beak to nose, "Or you just did it because you like getting a reaction out of people and you wanted to see me mad but I don't get mad anymore and I've had a lot of time to think and a lot of time to experience."

Raziel took a step back while trying to open his mouth to form the words of an apology or something that would counter what she was saying. Her approach was making it difficult to think as he tried to balance moving backward and coming up with some sort of retort. The longer he went without voicing his irritation, the more his cheeks seemed to burn up until his legs met the edge of the bed. He blinked and turned his head to see that he had been put in a corner of sorts and when he returned his attention to Colette, she pushed him.

The imp bleated, eyes growing wide and fuzzy as his rear met the bed. When he tried to stage a complaint against her sudden action, Colette's beak closed over his and her tongue dipped into his mouth. His body shuddered while feathered digits clutched arms to keep him in place as her long tongue slid deeper and deeper inside of his mouth. She pulled back only to dart and twist her tongue around his. His eyes shut to half-lidded slits while his chest continued to rise and fall rapidly. When they parted, he was at a loss for words, unable to even think about what to say in return to such a thing but he had no time to even recover.

Colette pushed him further and onto his back before she got onto the bed and over his body. Her knees pressed at his hips while she adjusted herself before pressing her rear down onto his lap. He shuddered as the warmth of her body melded with his own, eyes staring at her while one of her hands moved to feel over his cheek. Raziel wanted to try and tell her how nice it felt, try to let her know that it was wonderful but the shock and embarrassment were wearing off and a nagging irritation at the back of his head formed. It had been years since they met and she had somehow managed to one-up him on nearly everything. With a frown, both of his hands came up to clasp her hips, reaching around to feel over her fat rear. He figured that would be at least enough to show her that he was ready, to let her know that he was the one in charge.

Her voice came like gentle silk against his ears while she gave one of them a peck, "Looks like you're finally ready to have a bit of fun. I can feel your cock against my thighs and I gotta say, not as impressive as some pieces I've had the honor of working with but still better than I expected."

Raziel huffed, "Whatever. I'll be the best you've had once this is over."

The crow laughed, the hand at his cheek giving him a gentle pat while she calmed down to whisper, "Not likely."

Before he could retort, he gasped as he felt soft digits wrapping around his cock. Raziel watched as Colette brought her hips up and tried to keep his body steady while she edged the tip of his shaft against her heat. He soon felt warm folds begin to spread open for his shaft. A soft sigh came from the crow as she leaned down to plant a gentle peck on his neck, his hips jolting forward even though he was trying his hardest to remain unphased by what was happening.

The imp's claws pressed against the crow's rear while her voice came gingerly, "You okay for me to start lamb?"

Raziel muttered in a groggy tone, "Yeah, yeah, go ahead and move all you'd like." His eyes then grew wide when he registered the name she had given him and he hissed, "Lamb?!"

Colette's answer came in the form of her hips rising before falling into his body. He trembled, legs drawing in, digits tensing against her rear while his irritation was wiped away in a wave of pleasure that crashed against his gut as his twitching cock dug deep inside of her pussy. The crow was grinding down against him, her beak open to let out a gentle groan that traveled the length of his spine and made him shiver. His own hips were moving rapidly as he started to lose himself in the pleasures of her body. He thought about trying to gain control somehow but his quick movements didn't seem to affect her as much as he was being touched by the rocking of her hips.

He could feel the throbbing of his cock producing a pressure growing in his gut. Raziel couldn't believe how amazing her body felt, how wonderful her heat felt around his cock. His hips continued to move up like little ineffective pistons against the constant grind of her hips down on his body. Raziel could do nothing to slow her down, could do nothing to keep his voice from growing louder and louder.

The crow's voice came with sighs and moans accompanying the words, "Cute noises. You might as well let the whole place know that you're getting worked up over a little grinding."

One of his hands rose to his face to cover his mouth while he tried to hold it all back, his head shaking as if to deny what she said but it seemed to only encourage her as her hips moved faster, her wings wrapping around him to tug his face up against her chest. Raziel still wanted to get control of the situation somehow but he couldn't with her body grinding against his. Making it harder was the fact that he was being smothered by her chest, breasts pushed up against his face obscuring his vision in a sea of black plumage. Her moans played a passionate song at the back of his head that urged his body to keep moving but he eventually managed to keep himself from jerking forward like a lust-crazed animal. That didn't stop the growing pressure because her hips were still moving and shaking, grinding and pushing down to his body while her voice carried through his mind.

Raziel found himself becoming mired in the feeling of her body, the warmth, and attention taking him. He had never been in this situation before. Every other time he had been with someone it had been a labor of hatred. People that were just fucking him out of pity, others that wanted someone that they hated to have sex with. All of them had left him with such bitterness in his heart but it was the type that he could savor and swallow easily because he was used to it. This type of sex didn't make any sense to him at all. Her touches were gentle, her beak making a song of her moans while the bed creaked beneath them.

It was far too much for him to handle and his climax struck him before he knew it. Warm cum flowed inside of her from the tip of his cock, each twitch producing just a bit more while she kept riding him. When he was finished, she leaned down and began to peck at his ear gingerly while muttering, "You can't be done yet can you?"

The warmth of her insides squeezing around his shaft made him tremble and writhe but he managed to respond, "I can go another round! Just...Just give me a little bit."

Colette's chuckle sent a shiver down his spine while he focused on catching his breath. He didn't have long as she started to rock her hips back and forth at a gradual pace, her chest still squished up against his face. Raziel's hands came up to clutch her fat breasts, leaning back to watch them while he squeezed and kneaded them. They hadn't used any protection which meant that he would be breeding her before long if she didn't do something about it. He thought about telling her that, making fun of her with it but one look at those sharp green eyes and he focused on her chest instead. Raziel felt as if anything he said would be used against him. While that bitter defeat touched him, his cock began to grow again inside of her until he was ready and her hips were moving at full speed again.

Her voice twisted against his ears while his hips joined her, "Look at you. Didn't even think you could go two times in a day, let alone start using your hands. Figured you were just gonna stay stunned until I was finished or until you couldn't go any longer."

Raziel's cheeks burned as he opened his mouth to say something, fumbling for a few moments before finally spitting, "Shut up! You think I'm so weak, think I'm so small but we're here right now aren't we? We're fucking, right? So that must mean I'm doing something right!"

The crow squeezed tighter on his body, one of her wings coming up to feel over his cheek as she practically purred to his ear, "I don't think it matters how strong you are or how weak you are because I like you either way lamb. You're cute and always have been cute but I never knew how to navigate your little minefield of pranks and teases until I got some time to myself to think and learn. Maybe if you had a chance to learn you could see that what I'm doing right now is making love."

Raziel felt a heat so intense in his cheeks that he was close to passing out. The movement of his hips started to take a rapid pace, his body shaking violently as his arms wrapped around her tight to hold on while he closed his eyes. He couldn't believe what he had just heard! She loved him?! This was making love?! He couldn't believe it, wouldn't believe it! She had to just be teasing him?! Why would something like him even deserve that type of love?

He was already near climax again due to the sensations burning in his heart and the feeling of her insides tightening further around his cock. Colette's sighs and groans were in the air and twisting around his neck making it hard to breathe while he expended all of his energy on thrusting inside of her. One more push and another orgasm rocketed through his cock and into her pussy.

The imp was left panting, body trembling while Colette passed a wing along his back, "That it?" She asked with a chuckle. Raziel wanted to shake his head but instead, he nodded. Her body pulled away from his and he felt a chill in the absence of her form atop of his. He sat up at the edge of the bed in time to see her getting her gambeson on, feathered digits moving up the center to secure the ties while she spoke, "I'll be here for a bit with the rest of the caravan. Every day around the same time I'll come around here looking for you and I know you'll be here and if you want, you can ask to come along and maybe I'll take you to see the world."

Raziel tried to come out with something sincere for once but instead huffed with a small smirk, "I'll have to come if you're going to be having my kid after a rutting like that."

Colette chuckled, "Guess that's true and since that's what you want, guess that means I'll forgo the usual birth control and hope for the best."

He watched as she got her belt on and looped her sword through it, mouth agape as she stepped out the door before he could say anything. When the door shut, he put a hand on his head and looked down at the ground wondering whether she was serious or not. It was as if he had just met someone entirely new and he wasn't sure if he hated it or loved it or both at the same time. All he knew was that he wanted to try to beat her at something, anything at all and so, he figured a trip outside of the city might be fun.