The female crow began to explore her beloved mate's new form. Carefully, she approached him, touched his warm heavily breathing side to her wing, and traced new contours. She followed his thighs under the gentle brush of her feathers and paused short of touching his new equipment.
Under the lustful gaze of Camille, the mother crow felt awkward and doubly embarrassed, but at the same time it was a reassurance that the magical forest queen was protecting them as well. Ensuring their pleasure at the change as well as creating it. The lady crow heard her male mate groaning and her eyes focused on his new shaft, protruding, barely an inch long, and stiffly throbbing with his heartbeat at its full maximum size.
Keenly aware of the puddles of drying cum around them, the crow couldn't resist a little gentle touch. She brushed her feathers below her mate, between his legs, and felt the pulsating warmth of her partner's downy balls. They surged in response, pulling up and tight into him. Her mate gasped and tensed, his whole avian body tensing against her simple light touch.
The female placed his feathers further up and gently brushed her mate's shaft, curious. She had never seen such a thing before for herself. Birds didn't work that way. To her surprise, the featherlight touch caused her male to spasm and he let out a terrific lustful trill as he ejaculated his full load, his cock swelling even bigger for a moment before it burst forth with several shots of creamy white fluid.
The mother crow stepped back in shock, seeing her mate moaning and vibrating in pure lust. Hardly satisfied, his balls swelled back to size, filling rapidly, and his erection barely sated for a moment before pounding back to full size. The male groaned and cawed, writhing under his own body, breath picking up, eyes clenching in tears of pleasure.
The female looked to the giant deer leering at them and she paused. Yes... she wanted it too. "M-Me?" She asked meekly.
"As you desire." The deer leaned forward from lying on the ground and touched her fingers to the female crow. The same mist of gold wafted from her fingertips and engulfed the female bird before vanishing.
The reaction was the same. The mother crow felt warmth, a sexual awakening, excitement the level of which she couldn't have fathomed moments before. Every cell in her body ached in feminine lust. Every pulsation of her form took her higher and higher as her flesh warped. As she began to grow like her mate, her reaction was not so immediate. She felt like she might pop like a balloon, there was a sudden explosion of warmth. The female experienced her very first orgasm with such force that it almost knocked her unconscious. Falling flat on her stomach, she felt herself pulling and stretching, undergoing the same transformation as her mate. She felt her size increasing in every direction. Her growth was erotic. She opened her eyes in shock, feeling the warmth building to a crescendo again, and let out a pained and prolonged caw from her beak that was as uncontrollable as the sexual power flowing through her as she grew and changed.
Staggering to her feet, changed, she trembled with aching legs and stood in a new posture. She realized she was nearly the size of her male save an inch. Such a small growth was drastic for her small size. She felt huge. Another orgasm rocked her with pleasure, she gasped and threw her head back, lungs aching for a moment as she whited out with the fireworks burning out inside of her.
She pitched forward on her new wing claws and began gasping, tail feathers in the air, locked into a natural mounting position and dripping eagerly from a developing pussy. Something new throbbed inside of her that she hadn't possessed before. Next to her, nearby, her mate was still racked in a stasis of lust, unable to do much more than tremble and grimace in unreleased desperation.
"Do you like the taste I've given you?" Camille leaned in and whispered.
The female crow could only nod, the movement alone enough to put her halfway to another climax.
"Would you like to go all the way, my dear? Both of you?"
The crow cried out and spasmed as the very idea drove her over the edge. Her body clenched and shook. She nodded feebly. Anything to keep the terrific pleasure building and growing. Her body building and growing.
"Of course, my loves. Let's get more comfortable."
Slowly, Camille kneeled up and carefully gripped the two agonized birds in each hand, picking them off the ground with great care and raising them to her chest. Dripping, oozing, shaking, the two avians were helpless in the queen's grasp, so turned on they could do nothing else but focus on the constant assault of burning pleasure. Held in the queen's gentle and loving hands, brushing her fur, the two writhed and gripped her.
"Now..." The deer whispered gently. "Let's continue."