DnD Sex Edition

Aarakocras are avian humanoids that commonly look like either parrots or eagles. While they are primarily a PC race in Pathfinder, they are also listed in the Monster Manual for DnD. Eagles mate for life (source 1) so if you want to avoid an encounter, just insert a jealous partner and initiate combat.

Female aarakocra: The aarakocra thoughtfully clicks her beak, considering your suggestive display. Immediately, you know this is not a mate so easily won over. You intuit that you must amp up your courtship display to win over this fine lady. Perhaps a song or dance?

Make a Performance check DC 10. If the PC uses any form of flight, give the PC advantage.

On a fail: You spread your cape out to act as wings but your feet quickly become tangled in the fabric. Your attempts at dancing become a chaotic mess. The aarakocra tilts her head to the side, watching with detached amusement. “Your attempts are flattering but my mate needs to be able to keep up with me,” she states plainly. “Is there aught else you require of me?”

On a success: You spread your cape to act as wings and swoop about, performing as elaborate of a dance as you possibly can. You know you need to make up for how plain the cloth of your cape is. It’s better designed for fitting in rather than standing out. As your dance winds down, your chest heaving from the exertion, the aarakocra woman moves up next to you, touching your shoulder. She offers an elegant bow before launching into the sky, not waiting to see if you will follow. 

If the PC has the ability to fly: You follow the lady into the sky in a dizzying series of cartwheels. Following closely behind her, you feel the moment her talons grip around your ankles and you know this is the moment. You fumble with your belt and pants as the wind whips at your clothing. She shifts her flowing garments aside with much more grace and lifts her tail feathers to present her cloaca to you as you reach the peak of your spiraling flight.  You press your sex against hers and wrap your arms around her as you both start to fall. She feels hot against you as the wind chills every exposed inch of skin, making the heat of your mating that much more intense. Focusing on that sensation, you lose track of how far and how quickly you are falling to the ground.

Make an Acrobatics check DC 20 to see if the PC can restart flying. 

On a success: The thrill of falling combined with the warmth and pressure bring your orgasm crashing down on you just moments before you’d impact the ground. Those moments are vital as you and the aarakocra launch off of one another. She shoots back up into the air while you land in an inelegant, but unharmed, tangle of loose pants and shaking limbs. 

The PC requires 5 minutes rest to recover from the near death mile high club.

On a fail: You’re lost in the sensations so thoroughly, you start trying to prolong the mating cloacal kiss. Just a few more seconds and then you’ll break free. Except it’s a few seconds too late when you finally release. With her agile flight, the aarakocra is able to launch off of you and into the sky, but you strike the ground with the full force of the prolonged free fall. 

The PC takes 20d6 fall damage.

If the PC does not have the ability to fly: You watch, helplessly earth-bound as the beautiful aarakocra circles above you. She screeches out, calling for you to join her, but you are simply unable. After several minutes, she flies off and you think about what could have been. 

Male aarakocra: The aarakocra puffs out his chest, clearly pleased to be chosen as a potential mate. He launches into the air in an elaborate dance, demonstrating his skill. Landing lightly before you, he declares “I am strong enough to take on a new mate. I can protect you from harm and provide for you.” He proceeds to regurgitate his last meal at your feet. “See? I eat well and can feed any younglings we may want to consider in the future.” 

Make a Constitution save DC 10 to determine if the PC keeps their lunch down. 

On a fail: You lose control of your own stomach at the smell of the aarakora’s regurgitated meal. “This is not a competition,” he states calmly. “I have said I can provide. Are you trying to show me you are the stronger hunter?” He flares his wings in indignation. “If you think you are better than me, you are sorely mistaken.” He leaps into the air and flies off without giving you another glance. 

On a success: You smile awkwardly at the vomitted gift, but manage to keep your own stomach contents settled. The aarakocra offers a pleased croaking sound and moves toward you.

If the PC has the ability to fly: You jump up into the air and start a short game of follow-the-leader with the aarakocra hot on your trail. Once you’ve reached a dizzying height, he wraps his form around yours, talons gripping your ankles and hands deftly unhooking your belt and pants from behind. You reach back and finger a short protrusion at his cloaca, helping him guide it to your sex as you both begin to plummet back towards the earth. His cloaca feels hot against you as the wind chills every exposed inch of skin, making the heat of your mating that much more intense. Focusing on that sensation, you lose track of how far and how quickly you are falling to the ground.

Make an Acrobatics check DC 20 to see if the PC can restart flying. 

On a success: The thrill of falling combined with the warmth and pressure bring your orgasm crashing down on you just moments before you’d impact the ground. Those moments are vital as you and the aarakocra launch off of one another. He shoots back up into the air while you land in an inelegant, but unharmed, tangle of loose pants and shaking limbs. 

The PC requires 5 minutes rest to recover from the near death mile high club.

On a fail: You’re lost in the sensations so thoroughly, you start trying to prolong the mating cloacal kiss. Just a few more seconds and then you’ll break free. Except it’s a few seconds too late when you finally release. With his agile flight, the aarakocra is able to launch off of you and into the sky, but you strike the ground with the full force of the prolonged free fall. 

The PC takes 20d6 fall damage.

If the PC does not have the ability to fly: You watch, helplessly earth-bound as the handsome aarakocra leaps into the sky, inviting you to a dance you cannot perform. After several minutes, he flies off and you think about what could have been.