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While these two eyes are on his work, his ten other eyes a universe away observe a much more tangible reality.\n\nOver the mountains of the Provincial Republic of Yuliyia, Pentazer’s second body – what could be considered his soul, if his kind had such things – observes the movements of tectonics. To the cosmic fire of Pentazer’s eyes, the movement of the planet’s mantel is as obvious as watching rocks roll down a hill. It is a shifting that is unlike the Nightmare of Realms, bound by physical law, one of the greatest obstacles in his multi-billion-year-scheme.\n\nWith tentacles as long as country, the great, snow swept peaks are but small mounds to the Outer God. Under normal circumstances, his visage would drive the countryside to madness, spark global panic and shatter the normalcy of the entire world. That is not the case here, as fully manifesting his Eidolon in reality is a tremendously laborious process that can take decades or centuries of work to prepare. So it is that the country sized horror is invisible and immaterial, naught but a menacing presence, a sense of foreboding among the mountains, an uneasiness in the forest, a general state of disturbance that cannot be placed.\n\nThe hushed forest of the valley below the mountains would be obscuring to the eyes of mortals, densely packed trees would make observation through the canopy and among the trunks a challenge at the best of times. However, to the cosmic being, the forest is full of lights; blazing, mutli-fractal kaleidoscope of the mind flares like a bonfire through the damp wood. Millions of these tiny fires fill the valley, but they are as minuscule as the glittering of moonlight on a turbulent lake. The minds of every insect and animal shining through matter to the cognitovision of the outer god. Among the sea of mindless instinct there are a few blazing bonfires that rise up, higher than the trees themselves, the consciousness of sapient beings, the minds that he typically feasts upon.\n\nAmong these pyres of thought, something catches his vast attention. There, in the valley, surrounded by the boughs of the ancient, primeval forest is a familiar auroral pattern of thought. [color=#2dc26b][b][i]Alcander[/i][/b][/color], Pentazer whispers to himself through both beaks at the same time, separated by the breadth of universes. His tentacles draw up closer to his core as the great, ten eyed raven head – the size of the largest mountain in the world – turns toward the valley, his whole attention fixed on the patterns of the eagle sequestered within a lonely cabin. A faint tremor in the earth scatters woodland creatures from the base of the mountain where the snowcap comes loose from Pentazer’s movements, a small, spontaneous avalanche sweeps down the mountain face.\n\nWorlds away Pentazer stands up from his writing desk and closes the tome with his right talon. With his left he throws the pen to the air where it refracts out of existence. When the effeminate hippogryph turns away from his desk he takes one step out of his study and into Alcander’s cabin, a transition that, if observed, would likely break the minds of lesser men. Still imperceptible to the eagle, Pentazer shifts his weight to his right leg and plants his right talon on his hip. Behind him, his long, voluminous tail flicks to one side; the motion elicits a flare of green fire between the superfluidic horse hairs as they move quickly before pooling about behind him. From multiple angles, twelve portals of eyes closely watch the large, handsome male. A sly smirk form at the edge of both beaks. The shifting, churning patterns of the sea eagle’s mind reads obviously to his confusion, the sense that he’s being watched, little does he know that Pentazer is a mere two meters away.\n\nHe doesn’t seek anything more just yet. Right now, the Outer God is content to just observe the tall male, his profile so refined; wings so majestic, plumage so pristine. If there was any one thing that would give the cosmic horror pause from wiping out this civilization it was this, the eagle seated before him. A wistful sigh escapes his eidolon beak and strange lenticular clouds form about his head over the mountain peaks. Not satisfied with strictly observing, he steps closer. Each step leaves a burning hoofprint of ephemeral green flame that dissipates without a trace after fives seconds. After approaching the couch, the girly hippogryph pivots about on one hoof before swiftly taking a seat next to Alcander. As he leans to his right, he manifests into reality, gaining weight and form, his newfound mass pressing in against the side of the bird that inspires taboo feelings.\n\nThe surprise on the eagles face is plainly visible, even without directly looking at it. The twink of a hippogryph can see it all the same, even cuddled up against the bald eagle’s left side. Those brown feathers are so soft, so warm against his side, the touch is incredible for Pentazer. He shudders gently, a trembling that can be felt rather than seen by Alcander. When Alcander pulls him up against his side, and drapes his large wing over him, Pentazer swoons, resting his head on the eagle’s shoulder, cradled against the eagle whom he loves. The glossy beak of the raven opens to say something, but closes before anything is vocalized. Nothing needs to be said, nothing needs to be read; their passion is as telling as the noon sun. Quietly, Pentazer reaches around, under Alcander’s wings and embraces him. There is no place he would rather be right now, than in the arms of his lover.\n\nIt doesn’t come as a surprise when he feels the great eagle’s talon slide down between his effeminate thighs, brushing against his suede fur, like that of a Friesian stallion. A soft gasp does escape his beak this time as he feels that large talon grasp the bulge of his form fitting leotard. He turns his gaze up to the eagle and stares back into the wondrous yellow eyes of the big bird. The tender massage of his sheath and the alignment of Alcander’s consciousness tells him everything, the eagle wants him, just as he wants the eagle. Obliging, Pentazer’s outfit is immediately without being, gone without fanfare or circumstance, as though it never was. The rough scales of the eagle’s talon is now pressed firmly against the soft nightmare sheath, his balls gripped by powerful fingers. Pentazer looks down between his legs and watches as Alcander sensually massages his sheath, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. Turning his head aside, he rests it back on the shoulder of his beloved and reaches his left talon up to the eagles abdomen. Gently, lovingly, he caresses and scritches through his mate’s plumage, preening the down beneath with his sharp claws.\n\nFor a time, the two sit simply stroking each other sensually and intimately. Pentazer is unable to resist for too long and soon enough, Alcander’s tender ministrations have brought forth the half-raven’s nightmare cock. The glowing, equine penis, like the flames of his equally glowing hooves, illuminates only the hippogryph and sheds no light onto the eagle or the environment. Seeing the throbbing rod of the curvaceous femboy is too much for Alcander to resist and as soon as it’s reached full mast, the eagle wraps his powerful grip around it. Pentazer gasps loudly and shivers from the possessive hold on his stiff erection.\n\nThat is when Alcander shifts his tail forward and that enormous eagle cock begins to emerge just the same. Pentazer’s eyes turn down toward it as he watches that shaft rise higher and higher into the air. Before Pentazer can say anything, a tremendous explosion of pleasure surges across his body as he feel’s Alcander’s hand squeeze a bit tighter and pull down on his erection before relaxing slightly as it slides back up, to his glans, then back down to his base. The hippogryph twitches subtly under the wing of his mortal lover. Peeling his attention back to the eagle Pentazer shakes his head and blinks his eyes. His own talon moves from the eagles abdomen to that enormous avian prick. The obsidian scaled hand wraps snugly around the eagle’s member and now it’s Pentazer’s turn to hear that sigh of pleasure. More swiftly, the effeminate hippogryph starts to piston that eagle phallus as Alcander’s own pace increases. In only a few minutes of the two males stroking each other’s erections passionately, they reach their climax.\n\nThe femboy is the first to go and Pentazer tries to squelch the convulsive throng of his orgasmic release, ensuring he’s able to finish off his partner all the same. As Alcander spews forth tremendous volumes of eagle cum all over himself, the floor and across the raven’s scales, Pentazer is already in the last moments of his own release. The nightmare stallion half of the hippogryph pumped out what can only be described as the pure, liquid pneuma of nightmares. Reality is unable to captivate the nature of the substance, so it appears as nothing but a black void in space, a darkness deeper than the blackest pitch, an absence of perception where it splatters. The material universe itself abhors the assistance of the substance and so it would only last moments in reality, without containment, before evaporating out of existence. For the girly raven, clean up need not even be done with his spunk, but for Alcander, that would not be the case.\n\nPentazer giggles softly as he watches his mates protracted orgasm make quite a mess out of both floor and eagle. Lifting his head from Alcander’s shoulder he looks at both their erections then tilts his beak up to nibble at the eagle’s neck feathers. He knew he was in for it now, when Alcander gets like this, it’s going to be an exhausting day, but one that will be very pleasurable.\n\n**********\n\nNormally I'd not be so inclined to write such fulsome smut but Alcander kept nibbling at me until I did. So here it is, [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/50388246/]Alcander's vacation[/url] as told from my perspective.\n\nOf course my goofy and beloved eagle is [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/t987-a5256-b85-zrr/]Alcander[/url], while the art is thanks to the wonderful talents of [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/user/fridaflame]FridaFlame[/url], thank you both~<3\n\n[url=http://www.postybirb.com]Posted using PostyBirb[/url]",
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Constantly busy with his cosmic machinations, the Cosmic Horror sets his observations and findings to his tome, the Nightmare’s Chronicle; itself a cosmic horror capable of devouring whole nations. A pen compose of one of his own feathers gestures in cursive circles above the warped space of the tome, an eerie, purple light pours from the fountain pen’s tip like alcohol in water, where it forms into the forbidden text of his kind. Into the swirling nexus of mind-shattering knowledge those words flow, joining the golden walls of the spiral interior that twists off into times unknown. Here, Pentazer is a home, the hot wind blows through his window, caressing his fur, flowing through his perpetually unkempt feathers. While these two eyes are on his work, his ten other eyes a universe away observe a much more tangible reality.
Over the mountains of the Provincial Republic of Yuliyia, Pentazer’s second body – what could be considered his soul, if his kind had such things – observes the movements of tectonics. To the cosmic fire of Pentazer’s eyes, the movement of the planet’s mantel is as obvious as watching rocks roll down a hill. It is a shifting that is unlike the Nightmare of Realms, bound by physical law, one of the greatest obstacles in his multi-billion-year-scheme.
With tentacles as long as country, the great, snow swept peaks are but small mounds to the Outer God. Under normal circumstances, his visage would drive the countryside to madness, spark global panic and shatter the normalcy of the entire world. That is not the case here, as fully manifesting his Eidolon in reality is a tremendously laborious process that can take decades or centuries of work to prepare. So it is that the country sized horror is invisible and immaterial, naught but a menacing presence, a sense of foreboding among the mountains, an uneasiness in the forest, a general state of disturbance that cannot be placed.
The hushed forest of the valley below the mountains would be obscuring to the eyes of mortals, densely packed trees would make observation through the canopy and among the trunks a challenge at the best of times. However, to the cosmic being, the forest is full of lights; blazing, mutli-fractal kaleidoscope of the mind flares like a bonfire through the damp wood. Millions of these tiny fires fill the valley, but they are as minuscule as the glittering of moonlight on a turbulent lake. The minds of every insect and animal shining through matter to the cognitovision of the outer god. Among the sea of mindless instinct there are a few blazing bonfires that rise up, higher than the trees themselves, the consciousness of sapient beings, the minds that he typically feasts upon.
Among these pyres of thought, something catches his vast attention. There, in the valley, surrounded by the boughs of the ancient, primeval forest is a familiar auroral pattern of thought. Alcander, Pentazer whispers to himself through both beaks at the same time, separated by the breadth of universes. His tentacles draw up closer to his core as the great, ten eyed raven head – the size of the largest mountain in the world – turns toward the valley, his whole attention fixed on the patterns of the eagle sequestered within a lonely cabin. A faint tremor in the earth scatters woodland creatures from the base of the mountain where the snowcap comes loose from Pentazer’s movements, a small, spontaneous avalanche sweeps down the mountain face.
Worlds away Pentazer stands up from his writing desk and closes the tome with his right talon. With his left he throws the pen to the air where it refracts out of existence. When the effeminate hippogryph turns away from his desk he takes one step out of his study and into Alcander’s cabin, a transition that, if observed, would likely break the minds of lesser men. Still imperceptible to the eagle, Pentazer shifts his weight to his right leg and plants his right talon on his hip. Behind him, his long, voluminous tail flicks to one side; the motion elicits a flare of green fire between the superfluidic horse hairs as they move quickly before pooling about behind him. From multiple angles, twelve portals of eyes closely watch the large, handsome male. A sly smirk form at the edge of both beaks. The shifting, churning patterns of the sea eagle’s mind reads obviously to his confusion, the sense that he’s being watched, little does he know that Pentazer is a mere two meters away.
He doesn’t seek anything more just yet. Right now, the Outer God is content to just observe the tall male, his profile so refined; wings so majestic, plumage so pristine. If there was any one thing that would give the cosmic horror pause from wiping out this civilization it was this, the eagle seated before him. A wistful sigh escapes his eidolon beak and strange lenticular clouds form about his head over the mountain peaks. Not satisfied with strictly observing, he steps closer. Each step leaves a burning hoofprint of ephemeral green flame that dissipates without a trace after fives seconds. After approaching the couch, the girly hippogryph pivots about on one hoof before swiftly taking a seat next to Alcander. As he leans to his right, he manifests into reality, gaining weight and form, his newfound mass pressing in against the side of the bird that inspires taboo feelings.
The surprise on the eagles face is plainly visible, even without directly looking at it. The twink of a hippogryph can see it all the same, even cuddled up against the bald eagle’s left side. Those brown feathers are so soft, so warm against his side, the touch is incredible for Pentazer. He shudders gently, a trembling that can be felt rather than seen by Alcander. When Alcander pulls him up against his side, and drapes his large wing over him, Pentazer swoons, resting his head on the eagle’s shoulder, cradled against the eagle whom he loves. The glossy beak of the raven opens to say something, but closes before anything is vocalized. Nothing needs to be said, nothing needs to be read; their passion is as telling as the noon sun. Quietly, Pentazer reaches around, under Alcander’s wings and embraces him. There is no place he would rather be right now, than in the arms of his lover.
It doesn’t come as a surprise when he feels the great eagle’s talon slide down between his effeminate thighs, brushing against his suede fur, like that of a Friesian stallion. A soft gasp does escape his beak this time as he feels that large talon grasp the bulge of his form fitting leotard. He turns his gaze up to the eagle and stares back into the wondrous yellow eyes of the big bird. The tender massage of his sheath and the alignment of Alcander’s consciousness tells him everything, the eagle wants him, just as he wants the eagle. Obliging, Pentazer’s outfit is immediately without being, gone without fanfare or circumstance, as though it never was. The rough scales of the eagle’s talon is now pressed firmly against the soft nightmare sheath, his balls gripped by powerful fingers. Pentazer looks down between his legs and watches as Alcander sensually massages his sheath, sending waves of pleasure through his entire body. Turning his head aside, he rests it back on the shoulder of his beloved and reaches his left talon up to the eagles abdomen. Gently, lovingly, he caresses and scritches through his mate’s plumage, preening the down beneath with his sharp claws.
For a time, the two sit simply stroking each other sensually and intimately. Pentazer is unable to resist for too long and soon enough, Alcander’s tender ministrations have brought forth the half-raven’s nightmare cock. The glowing, equine penis, like the flames of his equally glowing hooves, illuminates only the hippogryph and sheds no light onto the eagle or the environment. Seeing the throbbing rod of the curvaceous femboy is too much for Alcander to resist and as soon as it’s reached full mast, the eagle wraps his powerful grip around it. Pentazer gasps loudly and shivers from the possessive hold on his stiff erection.
That is when Alcander shifts his tail forward and that enormous eagle cock begins to emerge just the same. Pentazer’s eyes turn down toward it as he watches that shaft rise higher and higher into the air. Before Pentazer can say anything, a tremendous explosion of pleasure surges across his body as he feel’s Alcander’s hand squeeze a bit tighter and pull down on his erection before relaxing slightly as it slides back up, to his glans, then back down to his base. The hippogryph twitches subtly under the wing of his mortal lover. Peeling his attention back to the eagle Pentazer shakes his head and blinks his eyes. His own talon moves from the eagles abdomen to that enormous avian prick. The obsidian scaled hand wraps snugly around the eagle’s member and now it’s Pentazer’s turn to hear that sigh of pleasure. More swiftly, the effeminate hippogryph starts to piston that eagle phallus as Alcander’s own pace increases. In only a few minutes of the two males stroking each other’s erections passionately, they reach their climax.
The femboy is the first to go and Pentazer tries to squelch the convulsive throng of his orgasmic release, ensuring he’s able to finish off his partner all the same. As Alcander spews forth tremendous volumes of eagle cum all over himself, the floor and across the raven’s scales, Pentazer is already in the last moments of his own release. The nightmare stallion half of the hippogryph pumped out what can only be described as the pure, liquid pneuma of nightmares. Reality is unable to captivate the nature of the substance, so it appears as nothing but a black void in space, a darkness deeper than the blackest pitch, an absence of perception where it splatters. The material universe itself abhors the assistance of the substance and so it would only last moments in reality, without containment, before evaporating out of existence. For the girly raven, clean up need not even be done with his spunk, but for Alcander, that would not be the case.
Pentazer giggles softly as he watches his mates protracted orgasm make quite a mess out of both floor and eagle. Lifting his head from Alcander’s shoulder he looks at both their erections then tilts his beak up to nibble at the eagle’s neck feathers. He knew he was in for it now, when Alcander gets like this, it’s going to be an exhausting day, but one that will be very pleasurable.
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Normally I'd not be so inclined to write such fulsome smut but Alcander kept nibbling at me until I did. So here it is, Alcander's vacation as told from my perspective.
Of course my goofy and beloved eagle is Alcander, while the art is thanks to the wonderful talents of FridaFlame, thank you both~<3
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