A little warning to readers: this story contains scenes of a sexual nature.
“Ugh, how can you just sit there, Nightwing?” Her nose twitched as she hovered behind him, clearly agitated by what she saw.
Nightwing, on the other hand, didn’t appear disturbed in the least. Sitting cross-legged on the windowsill with face pressed against the glass, he continued to watch the humans and their aggressive horizontal game.
“How can you not, cousin? They seem to be enjoying themselves.”
Fluttering beside him once more, Bizzy peered through the window with one eye closed and the other barely a slit. “The male is on top of the female,” Bizzy observed, slowly opening both eyes wide. “Why isn’t she calling for help?”
Without warning, Nightwing attacked the other pixie, and the two tumbled from the second storey, landing carelessly on a pile of leaves conveniently located on the ground below. When Bizzy tried to push her cousin off, he pegged both her shoulders down and crushed his hips against hers.
“You’re not calling for help, Bizz,” he stated, corners of his mouth turning upward in a wicked grin.
Over the years, the two had wrestled countless times, but as they aged, Nightwing’s strength grew ten-fold. Knowing she was no match for him, Bizzy conceded defeat, folding her wings beneath her in true submissive form.
“That’s my girl.” Nightwing nipped at her earlobe playfully. “Now, come with me.” Rolling off but not letting go of her hand, he flew back up to the window, pulling Bizzy behind him.
Again, he sat on the windowsill and peered beyond the glass, forcing Bizzy to take a seat beside him, he kept an arm firmly around her waist so she had no other choice but to watch the two in the bedroom.
“Why do you think the humans wear clothing? They seem to desire each other more when they are in their natural state.” Nightwing shifted his hand lower and dug his fingertips into her curves.
“Perhaps the clothes help them control their urges,” Bizzy replied. “Perhaps not all of earth’s creatures are able to fly as freely as we do.” She stroked her hand through his raven black feathers.
Nightwing shuddered, though she was unsure if it was in response to her touch, or at the thought of having to wear cloth. Pixies preferred to fly with as little weight as possible, and so they were almost always completely nude. Their wings were their most distinct and most unique feature anyhow, no clothing would be able to cover them and allow them to take flight… and pixies had no shame.
The male in the room continued to thrust into his lover, while the two on the windowsill continued to watch. Suddenly, the man stopped to switch positions, rolling to his back and carrying the female with him. When she was seated on top of him, much like a pixie would sit atop a bird for those longer journeys, they continued the back and forth, up and down, rhythm they had before, both moaning their satisfaction.
Known for his spontaneity, Nightwing slid his palm under Bizzy’s bottom and shifted her weight in one clean swoop, placing her on his lap in much the same position as the woman sat atop her partner.
A pleasurable gasp escaped her lips. “You know we can’t do this, cousin,” she said as she placed her arms around his neck and ground against him the way the woman in the house currently did.
Nightwing slowly trailed his hands up to cup her breasts. “How many times do we need to have this conversation, Bizz? We weren’t born from the same pod; we can do whatever we want to each other.” Lowering his head, he flicked his tongue against her nipple before continuing, “I bet the family would love for us to join seed.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Bizzy threw her head back in laughter while pressing herself into his luscious mouth.
The raven-winged pixie growled as he thrust himself upward, impaling her, matching the pace and motions that the humans were doing on their bed. One arm snaked around her waist to keep her firmly against him, his other hand continued to massage her breast as he released her nipple from between his teeth. “Oh? Then what did you mean?” He resumed suckling while waiting for her answer.
Though the laughter stopped abruptly, the smile remained on Bizzy’s face. “Surely the humans will notice us mimicking them,” she replied, throwing her head back once more, this time in a howl.
“If you keep moaning like that, they’re bound to hear us.” He moved his hands to her wings and caressed her shimmering silver feathers. “Shall we stop?”
Bizzy gazed through the glass once more, as she bobbed up and down. Mimicking the humans had been a fun pastime for the two of them, but this was the first time they’d seen or done anything like this. Clearly the humans were mating. Earlier, Bizzy had mistaken the woman’s cries of pleasure for cries of pain. Now, feeling what she felt, the pixie knew otherwise.
Like the humans, thrashing about wildly, Bizzy mimicked with accuracy, screaming along with the female, “Not yet! So close!”
Nightwing growled again, this time flicking his wings and taking them both to flight. Within a heartbeat, he had her pressed against the window with her legs spread and wrapped around his waist. There were certainly advantages to the male pixie’s strength.
From this new position, Bizzy could feel him much deeper within, but could no longer see what the humans were doing. She had to trust her cousin to tell her when it became unsafe. Judging by the sounds inside, the couple was still absorbed in each other.
“What are they doing now,” she whispered against his ear.
Nightwing forced her head to his neck. He didn’t need to tell her what to do next. Her lips parted and she began to kiss him, slowly flicking her tongue against his skin. Aroused, her fangs extended, and she was tempted to puncture his flesh. The only thing stopping her was knowing that they were mimicking human behaviour, not mating like pixies should.
Applying more pressure to the back of her head, Nightwing snarled, “Do it.” Pounding into her three… four more times, he curled his fingertips into her hair as she sunk her teeth into him. Bizzy felt his release just as the humans moaned one final time.
“They are finished,” Nightwing announced, slowly parting from Bizzy as he placed her back on her feet.
Somehow the two had managed to mate as pixies while simultaneously mating as if human. It made their union more erotic than it normally was.
“We should leave then,” Bizzy stated, wishing they could stay. She leapt from the window ledge and flew toward the forest.
Nightwing caught up to her with ease. Taking her hand, he changed their direction. “Or,” he said with his wicked grin, “we can find another second storey window.”