Rituals of the Rito - Part 1
By Winter’s Ink

“Teba,” said Revali, “How old is your son now?”
“Tulin just turned 13,” said Teba, the white feathered bird, “Why do you ask?”
Revali inspected the flawless blue sheen of his feathered arm for any imperfections that may have clung to him in his recent flight.
“He’s become quite the fine warrior. He is nearly as proficient as I was at his age.”
Teba stumbled. A compliment from Revali, even one as self aggrandizing as this, was a rare occurrence.
“Yes, yes he is,” said Teba, “I have high hopes that he might even succeed you as leader of our village, when the time comes of course.”
“Yes, when the time comes.”
There was a moment of awkward silence as neither bird made their leave. Revali still wanted something, he eyed Teba up and down, gauging how the rest of the conversation should go. As leader of the Rito village Teba had to hear him out.
“I want to claim Tulin,” Revali said in a blunt tone, “I will train him, make him stronger, and of course mate him.”
Teba felt the wind leave his lungs.
“I- uh- yes of course! We would be honored!” Teba said, finding his breath.
Revali nodded and turned to leave.
“Just one thing Revali,” Teba called after him, “Tulin is still.. He’s still virgin.”
“You have been neglecting your responsibilities then, Teba.”
“With everything going on, I haven’t been able to find the right moment.”
“The moment is now. Our traditions give young Rito the guidance they need for a dangerous road ahead. Without me Tulin is just a boy with a bow, with me he is a warrior.”
Teba nodded, fidgeting with a pebble that had managed to climb its way up to the Rito village.
“You have until midnight to break in Tulin, I will wait to lay claim to him until after you’re done.”
Revali turned and strutted away, his dark blue feathers shimmered brilliantly in the evening sun.
“Right,” Teba said to himself.
Later, Teba drew the curtains of their little nest, offering him and Tulin a bit of privacy. Tulin sat patiently in the center, waiting for his father to explain why he had called him here.
“Tulin,” Teba kneeled in front of his son and took one of his white feathered hands in his, “You have grown so big and strong over the years.You are of the age that another Rito has asked to claim you for the season. It is my responsibility as your father to teach you our rituals on how to be a good mate.”
Tulin stared at his dad and nodded his head. Though he was not yet fully able to comprehend, he was willing to go along with whatever had to be done. It wasn’t often talked about but it was a Rito tradition for fathers to be the first to mate their children. Teba will share in Tulin’s virginity, as Teba’s father had shared in his. This was to set expectations for the many mates they will have in future seasons, as well as protect the children from those who would abuse their bodies.
“Stand up, Tulin. Take off your clothes and show your mate your body.”
“Yes sir.” He stood and slipped his shoulders free, and then blushing he looked at his dad again. Teba gave the boy a stern nod. Tulin slipped his clothes down his legs and stepped free from the garments. Tulin sheepishly held a wing in front of his midsection.
“Your work is not done just because someone has claimed you,” Teba said, pulling Tulin’s hands to the side, “The bonds are not sealed until you mate. Be honest with your body and he will accept you.”
Teba gestured for Tulin to spin around for him.
“Tail feathers up, display it proudly.”
Tulin splayed his tail feathers, putting his pink little tailhole on full display. Teba caught his son by the hips mid spin.
“Pause there, let your mate inspect.”
Teba squeezed Tulin’s rear and then passed a thumb over the tight little entrance. It twitched under his intimate touch. A shiver shoot up Tulin’s spine, showing in the ruffling of his feathers.
“Good. You have a beautiful down, Tulin. Your mates would be fools if they rejected you after seeing you like this,” Said Teba, uncharacteristically gruff in his delivery.
Tulin turned back around. The room seemed to have grown two degrees hotter.
“Thank you. I uh- I got it from you,” Tulin responded, eyes flicking about, uncertain where to settle.
Teba cleared his throat. “Continuing on,”
Teba stood, and as he did so he slipped from his clothing. A practiced motion of tucking one arm, a deft loosening of a string, and in a fraction of a second he had his hands on his hips and body completely bare.
“A claim is a contract, a promise, between you and your mate. They will protect and feed you for the season, but more importantly they will teach you their profession. In return you will allow them to mate you when the need arises.”  
Tulin just stared at his father. In comparison Tulin was short and thin, his shoulders had not grown nearly as wide or strong as Tebas. His waist was thin like his fathers but his hips were still plump like a baby chick. It was then, with the curtains drawn, both naked, and Teba’s pink tip poking from his genital slit, did realization dawn on Tulin’s face what being mated by his dad was going to mean.
“So… Tulin I accept you as my mate. I vow to be your father, continuing to protect and nurture you.”
“I accept,” Tulin breathed in a dream-like haze.
Teba let out a big breath of relief and reached for his son, pulling Tulin into a hug.
Tulin nuzzled his beak into the soft white down of his fathers stomach. He inhaled the strong familiar scent, a scent Tulin had known his whole life. The scent of love and protection. Tulin ran his hands down Teba’s body, touching for the first time the skin below his soft white feathers. His fingers bumped his dad’s cock.
The tip of Teba’s penis stuck two inches out it’s slit. It was a light pink color and tapered toward the end. Clear fluid already gathered on the tip.
“What do we do now?” Tulin looked up to Teba.
“It depends what you and your mate like to do to get aroused. Try licking it and see how you like that.”
Tulin noded and bent towards Teba’s waist. He brought his beak right up to his dad’s slit and let his dad’s cock into his mouth, taking his first taste.
“Be careful about your beak.” Teba placed an encouraging hand on the back of Tulin’s head.
Tulin licked his dad, learning of the salty and bitter tastes of manhood. He bobbed up and down between Teba’s powerful legs. Tulin took deep breaths through his nose, filling his senses with his dad, and his dad filled him with penis. It grew until the young bird couldn’t fit the whole thing in his beak anymore.
“You must like that,” said Teba, noting that Tulin’s penis had also come out of it’s hiding place.
Tulin nodded, taking the cock from his mouth and just letting the sticky rod rest against his face.
“What do you like, Dad?”
Teba smiled. “I’ll show you.”
Teba bent down and scooped up Tulin by the armpits. Tulin’s body naturally folded around his dad’s. His legs wrapped around Teba’s thin hips and his arms over powerful shoulders. They were face to face and their beaks touched on the sides. Teba tilted his head and parted his beak a little. Tulin copied, tilting his head the other way. Their tongues met and Tulin found his breath being stolen away.
Teba carried Tulin to a table and set him down without breaking their passionate kiss. Teba leaned Tulin onto his back, the table holding him at hip height. His penis slipped between Tulin’s legs. Sticky cocks pressed against each other, smearing precum into pristine white feathers.
“Oh, Tulin.” Teba moaned into his son’s beak.
Teba took Tulin’s hand and guided it between them. He wrapped the soft hand around both their members and slowly rocked his hips back and forth to coax out the last bit of his length.
Next to Tulin’s little dick Teba looked monstrous. It was thick at the base and had a gentle taper as it continued down the slight ‘S’ shape. It’s length far surpassed Tulin’s, traveling past his hips and deep into his belly.  
“I am ready to mate you now, son.” Teba scooped something from a jar on the table, clumsily spilling it to the floor.
“What is that?” said Tulin, wincing as Teba touched the cold material to his tailhole.
“It’s a special jelly that the elders make. It will help me slide into you.”
Teba spread the big glob of jelly liberally in and around Tulin’s hole and then smeared the excess over his cock. Tulin was small for his age and very clearly still virgin. The pink little hole would be a tight fit for someone the size of Teba.
Teba lined the tip of his dick up to penetrate his son.
“Dad, wait,” said Tulin, “I, uh.. I don’t know about this. It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”  
Teba sighed and caressed his son’s cheek.
“Tulin, you have already faced challenges far worse than your fist mating. You are my brave little warrior. It might hurt but there is good in it too. Aiding the tribe, continuing our traditions, and forging unbreakable bonds with your mates. One day you might find yourself in my position with a little warrior of your own. ”
Teba gave Tulin a powerful hump but his tip deflected off the slick little opening.
Tulin made a little noise of shock.
“Relax your body. Take a deep breath in,” instructed Teba, “I’m sorry I can’t go easy on you. Your future mates will not hold back either.”
Tulin nodded and buried his face in his father’s shoulder. He took a deep breath of Teba’s protective scent and did his best to relax.
A quick reposition and Teba humped again.This time his slender tip found purchase and penetrated Tulin’s tight opening. Tulin inhaled in a sharp breath and clenched fistfulls of feathers. Teba kept his son clutched tightly to his chest, allowed a brief moment of adjustment and started to push himself in further.
Teba rocked his hips back and forth. With each movement his adult sized penis slid slightly out and crammed a little deeper than it had been before. Teba hunched over Tulin, he found he was not prepared for Tulin’s tightness, for how sensually his insides gripped him, for how much pain he was putting Tulin through, and for how Tulin’s body pushed for more.
Each thrust of Teba’s hips joined the father-son a little closer. Hot air came in powerful bursts down Tulin’s back, stinging hot and then biting cold. Teba’s chest had grown sticky and damp where Tulin had buried his face in feathers, mouth open and breath coming in ragged puffs.
Finally their hips met and Teba slowed his assult.
“My brave little warrior,” Teba found himself saying.
“Dad.” Tulin pulled away from his dad’s chest, tears in his eyes but smiling. “You’re so warm.”
Tulin touched his bulging belly. Teba flexed his cock and Tulin felt it jump inside him.
Emotion overflowed inside Teba. He leaned forward, his forehead touching Tulin’s.
“Tulin, I-“ Teba grunted.
He shook with the effort of holding himself back. His whole body felt taught as a bowstring, arrow drawn and ready to fire. His heart ached, Teba wanted so desperately to stay like this with his son for just a little longer. If he could just keep himself from cumming.
Tulin took Teba’s head in his hands, he twisted his head and their beaks clicked together in a kiss. At the same time Tulin pushed himself on Teba’s cock.
Tebas face contorted, his eyes squeezed shut, and plumage stood on end. And then he let it happen. Teba took Tulin by the hips and pushed his cock so deep into the boy it bulged from his stomach. Teba’s dick spasmed, sputtering a torrent of seed into Tulin. It leaked out his tailhole and milky white fluid got caught among their feathers.
Teba’s ears rang but his body did it’s thing. The arrow released was now a free body flying through the air. He could only hope his aim was true.
A minute later Teba slipped his half-retracted cock from Tulin’s puffy and leaking tailhole.
“How do you feel?” They were both still breathing in labored gasps.
“Mating is hard work,” Tulin breathed.
Tulin touched his belly, with Teba’s cock removed it was no longer bulging. Despite the pain and soreness he surely felt, Tulin’s eyes lingered on Teba’s body. He smiled.
“Did it- Was I a good mate?” Asked Tulin.
“Ahem,” someone cleared their throat at the door.
Teba’s shoulders dropped. Tulin craned his neck to see around Teba’s big frame. Teba shifted and raised a wing to their guest but did not turn his head.  
“Tulin, Revali has asked to claim you.”