Perverts 'R' Us

Quoth the Raven

By Danyealle ( M/Mythical Beast )

As much as he loathed the powerful painkillers, they were now a necessary evil in his life. Like a good portion of people in his generation he had tried pot at one point. While the feeling it produced was wonderful, it wasn't something that he had been enamored with. Nowadays, however, that feeling, only greatly magnified, was just one of the things he had to deal with on a daily basis. Yes, he understood why he had to take them, and the consequences if he didn't, that didn't mean he had to LIKE it.

It had been a bad day; the pain didn't seem to want to let up, even with the painkillers. When he reached the point that he couldn't stand it anymore, he grudgingly made the decision to do what was necessary and take care of, grabbing the bottle of pills that his doctor prescribed for emergencies like this. With a grimace, he swallowed the innocuous-looking pill and then went and undressed then lay down on his bed, waiting. That pill was his "last resort", one that he couldn't, nor did he want to, take on a daily basis. It was a powerful, opium-based drug that was murderously addictive and reserved for only the most serious pain that wouldn't respond to his normal drugs.

Rubbing his eyes, he groaned. Unlike most of the drugs, this one knocked him on his ass and put him in a deep, drugged sleep. While that wasn't necessarily a "bad" thing, and it even helped from time to time, the bizarre dreams that it produced was something he could have most certainly done without. Many times he had woken up in a cold sweat, frightened and disoriented from dreams produced by the drug. Slowly, that tingling, cold feeling began to spread throughout his body, a sure sign the drug was kicking in. When the whole room began spinning slowly he started dozing off.

Sitting on the sill outside his window, a fairly good-sized crow sat there, watching him intently, its bright, ink-spot eyes taking in his every move. When the sound of his muzzy-sounding snores finally started filling the room, the bird flapped around a bit. It had been a warm night with a good breeze, so he had left the window open a few inches to let the nice breeze in. Sliding through the crack, the bird flapped over and perched on the top of the dresser and looked at the man's sleeping form, head cocking from one side to the other. After several minutes, it flapped down to the floor and walked to the bed, stopping at the head of it. Ruffling up its ebony feathers it started flapping its wings madly. Slowly, its body began to stretch and ripple a bit, changing shape and growing. In under a minute a tall, svelte woman with black as midnight hair and eyes was standing there.

Grinning, she quoted softly, "Once upon a midnight dreary…" That phrase always gave her the giggles. It was her inside joke because of her bestial form. But this was no time for jokes, she had work to do. With a practiced ease, she slid onto the bed without jiggling it too much, Straddling his hips, she grabbed his cock in one hand and began to stimulate it, trying to produce an erection, keeping an eye on his face for any telltale signs of waking. Once fully erect and throbbing, she held it upright and eased her dripping cunt down onto it. Shifting a bit, to find the most comfortable position, she then began to slide up and down on the hard pole.

Leaning forward, she put one palm on the bed, the thick curtain of her hair spilling forward to obscure her face, then reached down between her legs, and found her clit. Normally, she was a fairly vocal person during sex, but because of the circumstances she couldn't be. Clenching her teeth, to make sure she kept the sound to a minimum, she snorted softly. Glancing down between their legs as she worked, she watched his six-inch shaft, reddish with engorged blood, sliding in and out of her pussy. The contrast of her black pubic hair and his auburn patch was an interesting sight.

As much as she wanted to spend a long time at this, the risk of him waking was too great so she had to finish as quickly as she could. Moving her finger faster, she fucked him harder, eyes glued to his face. Using her PC muscles she gripped a hold of his turgid dick and held onto it, trying to coax him to cum.

Moaning in his sleep, his eyes twitching rapidly behind their closed lids. Instinctively, he start to buck his hips upwards a bit. Knowing this was a good sign, she worked harder on his cock, eyes glued to his face.

Suddenly, he stiffened and let out a loud groan then his cock began to shoot deep into her wet hole. Working her finger faster once he released, her own orgasm washed over her, making her shake and shiver. Her eyes shut tightly and she hissed through clenched teeth as jolts of pure pleasure surged throughout her body.

Once done, she slithered off of him then knelt down and took his cock in her mouth to lick away the evidence of her visit. The warm sensation of her lips and mouth on his sensitive organ made him groan in his sleep and his flaccid member twitch a bit. Her lusty nature made her want to stick around for another go, but she couldn't risk it. She had gotten what she came for and it was time to leave. Swiftly changing back into a raven, she flew over to the sill and landed on it. Looking over her shoulder at the sleeping man, she crowed out the word, "Nevermore" softly then squeezed back under the window and flew off. Little did the sleeping man, who would remember the incident as another one of his opium dreams, know that his little wigglers were going to foster a slew of were-bird children.