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The two were sitting on the other side of the sofa, his father wrapping an arm around his mother while she rested her cheek on Nikolaev's shoulder. The boy hopped down, heading towards the kitchen, his claws tapping against the wooden floor as he marched. In the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of soda, almost starting to walk back to the living room before stopping at the door. He saw his parent's snuggling up to each other, his mother giggling and kissing his father on the cheek, while his father was whispering something in her ear. That's when Voro knew: this night would be the night. He tried walking back as nonchalant as possible, sitting down and taking a sip of his soda, though closer inspection of his face would probably reveal the exited glimmer in his eyes and a smirk on his beak that wasn't there before. \n\nA handful of hours later, the movie had ended, and everyone had retreated into their rooms for the night. The upstairs of the small house was divided into four: a hallway connecting all of the rooms, the parent's room on the left from the stairs, Voro's room on the right, and in the middle a bathroom. The whole house was pitch-black, only a faint light from street lamps streaming in from a few windows. Voro would generally be well asleep at this hour, but this night was different. This night he dutifully sat on the floor, next to his door, idly browsing his phone. The door to his room was cracked slightly open, and his ears were at full attention, stirring his awareness every time he heard anything. For the longest time, his quiet breathing and the howling wind were all that filled the air, Voro almost slipping and falling asleep a few times. But then he finally got confirmation, he heard the door to his parent's room click closed! They always slept with their door open, never closing it, except for this particular sort of special occasion. The two had a pretty usual sexual relationship, that is to say that it certainly suffered a fair amount when they had their kid. Living under the same roof as a curious boy simply left the couple with a limited amount of personal time. But it's not like they were celibate either, they tried to take the occasional night for themselves, usually waiting until the dead of night so Voro would be asleep, and they could play. And during those nights exactly, the two lovebirds would close their door to hopefully not stir awake the boy. Unbeknownst to them, Voro had in fact caught wind of this, hearing the commotion one evening while staying up particularly late. And that one night, only a few weeks ago, stirred something in him. He was a growing boy, both physically as well as sexually, discovering many a thing about himself. And that one night, just a scant few squeaks of the bed, a barely audible moan from her mother, lit a fire in him, a burning desire to see the whole thing with his eyes. The thought alone, the taboo nature of it all, made a tent form in his pyjama pants. Voro scrambled up, peeking into the hallway, before creeping to his parents room's door. His eyes were starting to acclimate to the dark. He made sure to wear socks and to walk on carpet so his talons wouldn't scratch and click against the floor and cause noise. His heart beat faster and faster, pressing his ear to the door, trying to make out any signs of life. He could hear a quiet murmur, able to recognise both his mother and his father, but unable to make out exactly what they were saying. No, this wouldn't do! He needed the full thing, all of it. No muddy, unclear sounds through the door, no using his imagination. He needed to see his mother being bred by his father, and he needed to hear their moans and grunts. Determination in his eyes, Voro gulped before wrapping his hand around the door handle, as slow as humanly (or bird-ly, I guess?) possible twisting it down, holding his breath. With agonizing care, he pulled the door open, hoping the hinges wouldn't make a peep. With just enough space for the slender boy to slip in, he ducked down and crawled into the room. \n\nThe parent's room had a large cabinet right next to the door, allowing Voro to hide behind the end of it. The room was heavy with sweat, musk, and an unfamiliar smell. The musk he recognised was very similar to his own, getting to know it all too well when in the grips of lust on mornings. His father was the source of the musk in the room, he theorized. Not content with just using his nose, Voro peeked from behind the cabinet, immediately going wide-eyed. His mother was laying on the bed, legs spread. And between her legs was his father's hand, two fingers plunging into her pussy while his palm massaged her clit, a pool of her juices staining the bed-sheets. The two were locked in a kiss, her mother huffing and occasionally letting out a cute moan into Erik's mouth. Voro had picked a perfect moment to start his little voyeur session, evidently stepping in right towards the end of their foreplay. Unable to stop himself, he reached into his pyjamas, grabbing his rock-hard cock, pumping it with a reserved fury, scared to make a noise. Erik withdrew his fingers from his wife, simultaneously pulling back from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting the two for a moment longer. He quickly replaced his tongue in her mouth with his fingers, letting Karolina taste herself, suckling and moaning on them. A moment later he threw his leg over her, straddling her with his knees on either side of her hips. His cock stood firm, drops of precum leaking and dropping onto her soft belly-feathers. The two stared deep into each other's eyes, lust and need sparking in the air between them. Erik shuffled back slightly, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip towards her entrance. Karolina grabbed her own beak as she felt him slowly pushing inside, trying her best to muffle her moans. Erik huffed and puffed as he slid deeper and deeper, soon bottoming out, her slick pussy easily taking his entire length. Voro stared, captivated by the sight, his aching cock staining his pyjamas with precum. His father started properly fucking his mother, thrusting back and forth, pounding away as the bed creaked with every move. The boy needed more, damning his insatiable lust as he crawled forwards on all fours, sneaking right up beside the bed, his father's cock and his mother's pussy mere centimetres from his beak. He could feel the heat radiating off them, and he could smell the scent of lust, undiluted, right from the source. The musk was even stronger, and he could now clearly smell the notes of his own mother in the before unfamiliar smell. He could hear every erotic squelch and moan, as his parents were lost in a world of their own. He knew his father was close to his orgasm, and he could guess that so was his mother. With one final stroke, Erik thrust in as deep as possible, collapsing on top of his wife, her pussy twitching and leaking as she bit her own hand trying to keep quiet, a high-pitched squeak still escaping from her beak. Her womb was getting flooded with cum, wave after wave of Erik's sticky load pumping into her as the two moaned, holding each other close. Erik pulled out, shooting the last remaining load onto her crotch, the velvety black of her feathers getting streaked with milky white strands. The two locked into a kiss once more, letting their afterglow wash over the pair. Voro's release was only just beginning however, the boy's feral instincts telling him to go just a step further still. Pulling his cock out from his pyjamas, he knew he was about to blow. But he knew exactly where he'd need to do it. Glancing at his parents, the two still locked in a deep kiss, both of their eyes closed, he stood up slightly, enough to line his throbbing cock at the leaking pussy of her own mother. He shoved one hand into his mouth to stifle his grunts, as he unloaded on her, his seed coating her pussy, crotch, and thighs, mixing in with his father's. Ducking down almost as quickly as he had stood up, making sure to take a good mental image of the mess he left however, Voro almost passed out from the mixture of exertion, satisfaction, lust, and a lack of sleep. Crawling back behind the cabinet and taking a moment to breathe, he saw his father climbing off of his mother, flopping onto his back, his cock still half-hard and leaking. Karolina slowly pushed a finger in her own pussy, drawing it back and causing a flood of cum to leak out onto the bed. The two scootched closer to each other, embracing in one more kiss, before both closing their eyes, satisfied and laying cheek-to-cheek. 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Saturday evenings are always quiet on the outskirts of the town. As the sun dives under the horizon, the streets and homes are blanketed in a calm haze, people mostly retreating inside to relax and spend quality time with friends or family. The same was happening in the Nikolaev household, the family of ravens settling in for the night, the three basking in the glow of the television, sitting on a sofa. Voro, the child of the family, had just recently turned 11, his coat taking after his mother's, a stark black coating of feathers from the top of his head all the way down to his claws. His eyes were an emerald green, taking after his father in that regard. He was sitting on the armrest, fidgeting about and loosely following the movie playing on TV, occasionally glancing over at his parents, Nikolaev and Karolina. The two were sitting on the other side of the sofa, his father wrapping an arm around his mother while she rested her cheek on Nikolaev's shoulder. The boy hopped down, heading towards the kitchen, his claws tapping against the wooden floor as he marched. In the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of soda, almost starting to walk back to the living room before stopping at the door. He saw his parent's snuggling up to each other, his mother giggling and kissing his father on the cheek, while his father was whispering something in her ear. That's when Voro knew: this night would be the night. He tried walking back as nonchalant as possible, sitting down and taking a sip of his soda, though closer inspection of his face would probably reveal the exited glimmer in his eyes and a smirk on his beak that wasn't there before.

A handful of hours later, the movie had ended, and everyone had retreated into their rooms for the night. The upstairs of the small house was divided into four: a hallway connecting all of the rooms, the parent's room on the left from the stairs, Voro's room on the right, and in the middle a bathroom. The whole house was pitch-black, only a faint light from street lamps streaming in from a few windows. Voro would generally be well asleep at this hour, but this night was different. This night he dutifully sat on the floor, next to his door, idly browsing his phone. The door to his room was cracked slightly open, and his ears were at full attention, stirring his awareness every time he heard anything. For the longest time, his quiet breathing and the howling wind were all that filled the air, Voro almost slipping and falling asleep a few times. But then he finally got confirmation, he heard the door to his parent's room click closed! They always slept with their door open, never closing it, except for this particular sort of special occasion. The two had a pretty usual sexual relationship, that is to say that it certainly suffered a fair amount when they had their kid. Living under the same roof as a curious boy simply left the couple with a limited amount of personal time. But it's not like they were celibate either, they tried to take the occasional night for themselves, usually waiting until the dead of night so Voro would be asleep, and they could play. And during those nights exactly, the two lovebirds would close their door to hopefully not stir awake the boy. Unbeknownst to them, Voro had in fact caught wind of this, hearing the commotion one evening while staying up particularly late. And that one night, only a few weeks ago, stirred something in him. He was a growing boy, both physically as well as sexually, discovering many a thing about himself. And that one night, just a scant few squeaks of the bed, a barely audible moan from her mother, lit a fire in him, a burning desire to see the whole thing with his eyes. The thought alone, the taboo nature of it all, made a tent form in his pyjama pants. Voro scrambled up, peeking into the hallway, before creeping to his parents room's door. His eyes were starting to acclimate to the dark. He made sure to wear socks and to walk on carpet so his talons wouldn't scratch and click against the floor and cause noise. His heart beat faster and faster, pressing his ear to the door, trying to make out any signs of life. He could hear a quiet murmur, able to recognise both his mother and his father, but unable to make out exactly what they were saying. No, this wouldn't do! He needed the full thing, all of it. No muddy, unclear sounds through the door, no using his imagination. He needed to see his mother being bred by his father, and he needed to hear their moans and grunts. Determination in his eyes, Voro gulped before wrapping his hand around the door handle, as slow as humanly (or bird-ly, I guess?) possible twisting it down, holding his breath. With agonizing care, he pulled the door open, hoping the hinges wouldn't make a peep. With just enough space for the slender boy to slip in, he ducked down and crawled into the room.

The parent's room had a large cabinet right next to the door, allowing Voro to hide behind the end of it. The room was heavy with sweat, musk, and an unfamiliar smell. The musk he recognised was very similar to his own, getting to know it all too well when in the grips of lust on mornings. His father was the source of the musk in the room, he theorized. Not content with just using his nose, Voro peeked from behind the cabinet, immediately going wide-eyed. His mother was laying on the bed, legs spread. And between her legs was his father's hand, two fingers plunging into her pussy while his palm massaged her clit, a pool of her juices staining the bed-sheets. The two were locked in a kiss, her mother huffing and occasionally letting out a cute moan into Erik's mouth. Voro had picked a perfect moment to start his little voyeur session, evidently stepping in right towards the end of their foreplay. Unable to stop himself, he reached into his pyjamas, grabbing his rock-hard cock, pumping it with a reserved fury, scared to make a noise. Erik withdrew his fingers from his wife, simultaneously pulling back from the kiss, a strand of saliva connecting the two for a moment longer. He quickly replaced his tongue in her mouth with his fingers, letting Karolina taste herself, suckling and moaning on them. A moment later he threw his leg over her, straddling her with his knees on either side of her hips. His cock stood firm, drops of precum leaking and dropping onto her soft belly-feathers. The two stared deep into each other's eyes, lust and need sparking in the air between them. Erik shuffled back slightly, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip towards her entrance. Karolina grabbed her own beak as she felt him slowly pushing inside, trying her best to muffle her moans. Erik huffed and puffed as he slid deeper and deeper, soon bottoming out, her slick pussy easily taking his entire length. Voro stared, captivated by the sight, his aching cock staining his pyjamas with precum. His father started properly fucking his mother, thrusting back and forth, pounding away as the bed creaked with every move. The boy needed more, damning his insatiable lust as he crawled forwards on all fours, sneaking right up beside the bed, his father's cock and his mother's pussy mere centimetres from his beak. He could feel the heat radiating off them, and he could smell the scent of lust, undiluted, right from the source. The musk was even stronger, and he could now clearly smell the notes of his own mother in the before unfamiliar smell. He could hear every erotic squelch and moan, as his parents were lost in a world of their own. He knew his father was close to his orgasm, and he could guess that so was his mother. With one final stroke, Erik thrust in as deep as possible, collapsing on top of his wife, her pussy twitching and leaking as she bit her own hand trying to keep quiet, a high-pitched squeak still escaping from her beak. Her womb was getting flooded with cum, wave after wave of Erik's sticky load pumping into her as the two moaned, holding each other close. Erik pulled out, shooting the last remaining load onto her crotch, the velvety black of her feathers getting streaked with milky white strands. The two locked into a kiss once more, letting their afterglow wash over the pair. Voro's release was only just beginning however, the boy's feral instincts telling him to go just a step further still. Pulling his cock out from his pyjamas, he knew he was about to blow. But he knew exactly where he'd need to do it. Glancing at his parents, the two still locked in a deep kiss, both of their eyes closed, he stood up slightly, enough to line his throbbing cock at the leaking pussy of her own mother. He shoved one hand into his mouth to stifle his grunts, as he unloaded on her, his seed coating her pussy, crotch, and thighs, mixing in with his father's. Ducking down almost as quickly as he had stood up, making sure to take a good mental image of the mess he left however, Voro almost passed out from the mixture of exertion, satisfaction, lust, and a lack of sleep. Crawling back behind the cabinet and taking a moment to breathe, he saw his father climbing off of his mother, flopping onto his back, his cock still half-hard and leaking. Karolina slowly pushed a finger in her own pussy, drawing it back and causing a flood of cum to leak out onto the bed. The two scootched closer to each other, embracing in one more kiss, before both closing their eyes, satisfied and laying cheek-to-cheek. Voro likewise was satisfied, finally filling that gap in his mind. But as he closed his eyes for a second, he realised something else. Looking back at his mother and his father, the two laying in a mess of her juices and cum from two different sources, he knew that he needed even more.
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