Alcander had been deployed to the current area of operations for nearly a month, now... Nearly a month of upholding his reputation as the best marksman the Yuliyian Army had to offer in the current zone. Sure, other marksman were attempting to keep up with his growing sanctioned body count, some of the other avians were even getting close to his ranges, but no one was actually going to take his proverbial crown from him anytime soon. He was already surpassing age old records for confirmed kill numbers, which he might have taken more pride in than anyone should. That was something of his morbid side coming out. But now, he was serving on a bit of a tighter leash, as it were, bound to the select missions and rules of engagement pushed to him by the dolphin "spook" he was getting quite close with.

While the rest of the Direct Fire Support Platoon was taking advantage of their leave within the relative safety of the borders of an allied nation, Alcander figured that he would stay behind and get some much needed personal R&R, especially being that he knew he was meeting with a new member of Siader's team. After ensuring his area was well kept, clean of any specs of dust, bedding nicely tucked, tidy and tight, Alcander let his mind begin to wander to that pent up need deep within his being. He was nearly always horny normally, his body productive to the point of medical mystery, his desires as insatiable as one could imagine; but he was always in control. He waited for opportunity, and despite the increasing difficulty that came with being so pent up over a month's time, he never really let it get in his way.

And now, it was finally time to give in to his constant, latent need...

His mind wandered relatively quickly to the dolphin he was working under and getting to know so well, that cetacean body prime and perfect to him, though he did not admit it to his designated superior yet... He had seen him nude in the showers once before, but what the red-backed dolphin might have been packing within that slit of his was left to the eagle's imagination. And he imagined every bit of it...

Standing in the squad bay entirely alone, the massive eagle let his tail drift forward some between his legs, his wings relaxing behind him as his breeding tool slipped out and quickly reached its full length. Filling the room with the scent of his long overdue erection, his pre dripping to the floor from his tip, Alcander wrapped his fingers around himself and began to stroke at a slow, but steady pace. Letting his eyes drift shut, he was enjoying every bit of the sensation of his taloned hand against his sensitive, slick cock-flesh. The familiar scent in the air of the room, he would have to admit to himself, he enjoyed too. Though he imagined the dolphin he was tasked to, Siader, much have smelled far better out of his slit...

Stroking slowly at first, he steadily picked up the pace and milked his shaft for the ever increasing trickle of pre leaking from his tip, until he finally reached his edge. Then, as the first wave of climax dared to wash over him with the first contraction of his pelvic and cloacal muscles, his eyes shot open to the sound of the squad bay door opening not too far from him... His first spurt in the air as he held his maleness mid-stroke...

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Jarl had just gotten back from some much needed R&R after fighting his way back to friendly lines. Just two weeks ago, the aircraft he and his team was being extracted in was shot down behind some of the most brutally contested territory in the current war. With his team dead, and he the only one to make it out alive after being presumed dead; Jarl was debriefed over several days, ordered to a week of personal recovery time, then reassigned to what he read to be "some spook's personal kill team". He was intrigued by the reassignment putting him with the infamous Alcander. That avian was the only one he was aware of that even came close to the spotted hyena's counts and accomplishments, though the crocuta crocuta had the disadvantage of being more deeply involved in operations that "never happened", as part of a team that "never existed." So while he was aware of the avian's accomplishments, to the bigger bird, he was an untested, young buck with no real experience under his belt. Despite this, Jarl knew that he was much more experienced than the eagle was. But that would remain his secret, for now...

Deciding that now would be as good a time as ever to introduce himself to his new team mate, the hyena officer made his way from his new quarters down to the DFSP's enlisted squad bay, where he was told the eagle would be. When he opened the door to that squad bay, though, the well built officer paused mid-stride, caught off-guard by what he was seeing. At first he was stunned by the act he just witnessed, what was clearly the first spurt of eagle cum shooting up into the air, but then that astonishment turned into intrigue.

The significantly taller bald eagle in front of him stood mostly still, his tail bobbing ever so slightly in rhythm with the pulsations of his cloaca and cock, sending virile ropes of overdue cum across the room, leaving slick lines on the floor and a few on the wall at the head of his bed. It would be easy enough to clean up, all things considered, but it would be a lot to clean up.

After watching the bird finish his orgasm, which lasted a good twenty-seconds, Jarl could not help but notice the aroused throbbing he felt trapped within his swollen sheath. He was a bit overdue himself, and he was sure that the eagle he caught in the act would not mind, based on the look he was getting now.

What an introduction this was turning out to be...