A commission from a few years ago by 4ofSwords. I was planning on simply re-posting this for posterity, but then thought better of it, and wrote out a short tidbit of story explaining what's going on.

Avneria the golden eagle belongs to me.

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Avneria took another swallow, ignoring the bald eagles pleading. He had proven himself unworthy of his life, so it was only natural that she would make one last use of his services. He flapped his wings in her face, a stray feather jabbing at her eye and making it sting. She bit down to pin his wings, the tip of her sharp beak digging in and letting him know that she could end it right then and there, if she had wanted. He gasped and went quite, his shivering body making her whole body vibrate pleasantly.

The golden eagle sat back and tilted her head back a little bit, allowing gravity to take over and pull the other body inside. She turned her head towards her eggs, letting him have one last look at them to remind him exactly why he deserved his punishment. The eggs were the most precious thing in her world; Each egg was creamy white with small, smeary brown spots, almost like a pudding. Avneria had sworn to herself that eggs must constantly be guarded, after last years nest had been raided while both her and her husband were away. Now her husband, the love of her life, was dead. He had been killed by a human hunter, so now all she had left of him were the three precious, irreplaceable eggs that lay before her. She knew that raising these chicks herself would be the best way she had to honor her mate's memory.

She was left alone, with a paradox on her hands. She could stay by the eggs' side as long as it took them to hatch, but her knew she could never have lasted that long before hunger had overtaken her. Yet each time she left the nest, she risked another calamity that might destroy the only thing that still held value in her life.

Her solution had been simple enough. She had found another eagle willing to look after her nest in exchange for easy food and little work. She was a larger species than he, and a better hunter as well. All he had to do was stay and watch the nest, and he would have plenty to eat. He had accepted, and things had seemed fine at first. That was until he started demanding other favors from her.

The bald eagle gave one last pitiful screech as Avneria closed her beak around his and swallowed him for good. She repositioned herself over her brood, the movement helping to settle her large meal into her crop. She closed her eyes, delighting in the feelings of a large meal that would keep her fed for quite a while.

What demand had he made? He wanted to mate with her himself. Not only was he a different species, and thus such an act was the basest of cheep thrills, but even if he were the same as herself, she was a widow. Avneria was happy to make some concession for the sake of her offspring, but whoring herself out in the same nest she once shared with her mate was not one of them. She might have let him go, if he hadn't threatened her eggs when she had turned him down. But this way was better. At least she wouldn't have to hunt herself for a little while. He would still help her protect her eggs, just as he had promised.