The Amazon sun was shining high in the sky, beaming down on the jungle below, giving life to the various, colorful plants and providing warmth to all organisms within it.

Jewel was humming a peaceful tune to herself, cleaning up around the hollow her and her mate, Blu—a kind, selfless and clumsy male whom she loved dearly—shared. She used a large leaf to sweep up all the feathers and twigs littered throughout the hollow floor. Most of those feathers were from her little ones, Carla, Bia and Tiago. They varied from a shade of dark blue to a light, sky blue that looked very much like her own. Very few of those feathers were of her own or her mate's.

Today was her day off, something she rarely received these days, now that she and her family lived in the tribe. Every member of the tribe, from young to old, had a daily choir they had to accomplish before they could go on about their day. In Jewel's case, she would mostly assist her aunt Mimi in an entire list of assignments, which would usually take hours to accomplish. And by the time she was done, she would be completely exhausted flying back to her hollow.

So, today, on her day off, with Blu training with her father and the kids playing out near the plunge pool, Jewel wanted to spend her time relaxing in her hollow and slowly cleaning it—something she'd been wanting to do for weeks now.

She was just happy she at least had one day to do it now.

Jewel continued to sweep out the hollow, gathering all the feathers and twigs into one pile, humming peaceful, enjoying herself.

She suddenly found her thoughts drifting off elsewhere, and she began thinking about Blu. This morning, before he left to meet her father, he had been little more intimate with his good morning kiss than usual—a little bit too intimate.

One moment, he had walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss. The next, he'd slipped his tongue into her beak and pinned her down in the nest, his wings exploring her body, and his most intimate region connected with hers.

The sudden actions had her moaning deeply, had her arching herself into him, but she willed all her senses back into herself, and sternly pushed him away, reminding him that he would be late to see her father. And indirectly reminding him, through a stern look, that she didn't care to have sex like this… to be suddenly pinned down without warning. She just didn't like it. And she knew he respected that.

He dismounted her, apologizing, his dark hazel eyes heavy with guilt. "I don't… I don't what got into me suddenly. I'm sorry," he said, looking away from her.

Her expression softened at the guilt there and she gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek, forgiving him, assuring him that her love for him hadn't been affected at all.

His face lightened up a little bit and she gave him one more kiss before he took off into the morning sky, towards the Brazil nut groove.

Still, that kind of behavior, especially in their lovemaking, was so unlike him. Never had he just pinned her down and began to mate with her. He would always ask or suggest it through his actions if she felt like getting intimate. Honestly, it worried her. For now, though, she shrugged it off, continuing her sweeping.

Maybe she could talk to Blu about it when he got back, she thought.

Jewel was just about to sweep the pile onto another leaf, mimicking a dustpan, until she heard someone call out, "hey, Ju Ju, what's up."

Jewel turned around at the voice, her expression instantly lightening up at the sight of her childhood friend gliding towards the hollow. "Hey, Beto," she greeted as he perched himself on the entrance of the hollow.

Putting the two leaf's aside, Jewel went up to her friend and gave him a hug. The moment she hugged him, Roberto went completely stiff, his wings slacking at his sides, his ocean blue eyes widening.

Jewel noticed his strange reaction, though, she didn't say anything about it. "How are you doing today, Beto," she asked, tucking in her wings from the hug.

Roberto didn't respond. He was staring out to nothing, his eyes still wide, as if he were in a state of shock. Or perhaps that was the case.

Perplexed, she asked, "Roberto, are you okay?"

Breaking out of his trance, he shook his head, his crest feathers swaying with the motion. He met her gaze, smiling. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. I'm… just a little tired… you know. Long day."

Jewel cocked her head just slightly. She'd never seen him stammer like that before, especially around her. "Well, if you're tired, I've got some brazil nuts stored away. You're welcome to come in the hollow and have some, if you want."

"Oh, no, it's fine, Ju Ju," he said. "I just came by to ask how my best friend was doing."

"You sure? It's especially hot today, you could use a break from the sun, just for a minute."

He ran his wingtips along the back of his neck, a nervous smile on his beak. "I don't… I don't think it would be a good idea if I came inside the hollow with you, Ju Ju."

Jewel raised a brow. "Why not?"

"It's just… well… you smell really good today. To me, anyway."

Wait a minute, what do you—Oh. Oh. She looked away from her friend, blushing beneath her feathers.

Seeing that she understood what he meant, Roberto went on. "And I don't want to risk losing control around you. That'd really damage you and Blu's relationship, and I would never want to do that."

Jewel nodded, smiling at him. "I understand, Beto. Thank you." She paused for just a moment. "But, if you're hungry, I can still bring a brazil nut to you."

"That sounds great, Ju Ju, thanks."

After Jewel handed Roberto the brazil nut, they both bid each other farewell before he flew off, disappearing into the canopy.

Standing at the entrance of the hollow, Jewel looked left and right to make sure their were no nearby onlookers. Once she confirmed to herself that the coast was clear, she raised her wings to her nostrils and smelled her wing.

Her eyes shot wide open. Oh, wow, I smell good. And the scent of it was strong, alluring. No wonder why Blu had lost control around her. The smell was about to drive her crazy.

She continued to smell her wings, taking in a deeper breath every time. Ten minutes later and she suddenly realized what she was doing. She folded her wing back into her side, quickly hopping back into her hollow. She hoped nobody had been watching her.

"You can get back to smelling yourself later, Jewel. You have to finish cleaning the hollow," she mused. She picked up her two leaf's and continued with her cleaning, humming.

And I don't want to risk losing control around you.

Jewel paused her humming, semi-focused on her sweeping as her mind wandered somewhere else.

She wondered; was the smell being produced from her body that strong? Roberto hadn't even wanted to come inside the hollow with her, in fear that he might touch her in the wrong way. And Blu had just pinned her down in the nest and began mating with her. Or would've, if he hadn't been interrupted by her strong rejection.

This couldn't be the first time my body started producing this smell, she thought. Why didn't he react to it before?

Her sweeping paused as she stared out blankly, thinking.

She remembered there were days when Blu would cuddle with her more than usual, kiss her deeply, making her moan. Those must've been the days her body began producing that sweet smell, and maybe, this morning, when he pinned her down, was the first time he'd lost control.

No wonder why he was so disappointed in himself, why there was so much guilt in his eyes. He held himself to a standard to maintain control whenever her body began producing that sweet smell, and he had broken it.

And knowing Blu, he'll probably feel too guilty to even touch me when he gets back, she thought. He shouldn't have to feel guilty for following his instincts and showing love and affection to his one and only.

Blu had always been like that, though, since the day they first started dating. He always showed signs that he felt like he wasn't good enough for her, that he didn't meet the right standards of a male to take care of her, to love her. But to Jewel, Blu was everything she wanted in a male, and even more. And she was going to prove that to him, tonight.

Jewel continued sweeping, a smile forming on her beak. "And I know exactly how I'm going to do it."

A few hours later, when the sun was just starting to dip into the horizon, Blu returned to the hollow, and sure enough, he avoided all contact with her, the guilt still visible in his hazel eyes. He didn't dare touch her or even come close to her.

So, she made the first move, and tucked herself into his wing, nuzzling his chest feathers. For a long moment, he was tense, hesitant, before he finally tucked her further into his wing, a smile growing on his beak.

"How was your day off?" He asked.

"It was good," she said, quietly. "I spent the day cleaning the hollow."

"I noticed; the place looks beautiful, honey."

She smiled and lifted her head from his chest, bringing her beak only inches from his earhole before whispering, "let's go into our room, handsome." And then she slipped out of his embrace, quickly taking off into their room.

Blu followed her, just as quickly. And by the time he was standing at the entrance to the room, she was already sitting in the nest, a seductive smile on her beak.

She patted the empty spot of the nest beside her, saying, "let's spend the time we have alone cuddling, shall we."

Blu didn't object as he made his way to the nest and sat beside her, putting his wing around her, cuddling her. And the moment Blu enveloped her in his wing, Jewel could practically feel him giving into his instincts and the sweet aroma being produced from her wings.

He pulled her closer to him with his wing, nibbling at her crest and her neck. He then used his other wing to stroke her chest, her belly, leaving deep traces in her plumage. He pulled her in even closer, his touching becoming more intimate. And she began moaning, her most intimate region becoming heated, wet.

He wanted her. He wanted her badly, and she knew that. He was practically worshiping her body with his touch. And she, honestly, loved it.

Jewel shivered hard when he locked their beaks together for a soft, genuine kiss. She closed her eyes, enjoying the kiss and the feeling of his wings exploring her body, as she let out deep moans.

But in the middle of it all, Jewel departed from the kiss, a bridge of salvia between their beaks. Without a word, she got up from the nest and sauntered over to a pile a leaf's in the corner of the room, her long tail feathers swaying with every step.

"Jewel, what are you—," Blu began, but then stopped when he saw the position his mate was in.

Jewel lay sprawled out on the pile of leaf's, her chest, her belly and her most intimate region, moist and gleaming from all the touching and teasing, on display for him.

She half expected him to start salivating as he took her in, gazing at her with wide eyes. And with the way her wings were spread out, the sweet smell of her pheromones was most likely intoxicating at this point.

Jewel's seductive smile was wide on her beak, her eyes half closed as she pinned down her mate with her gaze. "Well, handsome," she purred, "I'm waiting."

Blu's only response was a blink, as if he snapped out of trance. He stood up from the nest, his eyes never leaving hers, and slowly, so slowly, made his way to her. When he was barely an inch away from her, propped up on his wings, their plumages grazing each other, Jewel leaned up, her beak next to his ear hole as she whispered, "I'm all yours, Blu."

The words must've snapped something in him, had torn down whatever barrier of control he had on himself, because he slammed his own flower into hers. The action was so hard, so sudden that she came, screaming his name, strapping her wings around his neck.

But Blu didn't allow her to rest as the powerful side-to-side thrust of his hips began, faster, harder than he ever had before. "Oh God, Oh God," she whimpered as she hung onto her mate for dear life, trying so desperately hard to hold back her next climax, which was nearing with every thrust. She had no idea—she had no idea Blu had this much bent up fury and passion for her. And as Blu's thrust became stronger, swifter, she honestly felt guilty for denying him the chance to make love with her this morning.

Jewel clenched her flower shut, hard, her mate's thrusting becoming unbearable to cope with. Her body was shaking violently against his, her talons curling into the leaf's as her climax lurked closer and closer and closer. I'm going to cum. She tightened her grip around his neck, her breathing heavy, her moaning deep. Her climax came, like a rock shattering a window, her eyes went wide, her beak open in a silent screams as she came, her mate's thrusting drawing it out. She was painting loudly as the afterglow of it faded. "Blu… Ahh… I… I." But she couldn't finish, the pleasure of his intimate region sliding across hers interrupting her. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. It... it was too much, yet she wanted more of this, more of him.

Still, Blu continued to thrust his hips, but this time, she could feel his flower spasming. He was growing close. His breathing grew heavy, deep as he thrusted his hips faster and faster, his body shaking as well. Jewel moaned, already feeling herself nearing the edge once more, and she didn't have the strength to hold it back this time. So, she loosened her grip around his neck, enough to where her turquoise eyes were able to meet his hazel. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes, their heartbeats in union, lost in their pleasure, in the love they both shared for one another. Then, Jewel brought her beak to his ear hole once again, her breath trembling from the constant pleasure surging through her, and whispered, "I love you, Blu. I always will." And she kissed him, their beaks locked together.

That was when Blu lost all control, his climax tearing through him, releasing his seeds deep into his mate. Jewel came a second after, arching her back into him, moaning into his beak. And when they finished, they rolled over on their sides, panting. They held each other close, tight, as if one would disappear if the other let go, relishing in the afterglow of it all.

After a long moment, Jewel cuddled her mate's chest, a soft sound slipping from her throat. "Wow." She sighed; eyes closed. "That was amazing, Blu."

"Yeah," he said, stroking her crest with his wing, holding her close to him, their feathers intwining. But Blu's beak curved into a frown, his stroking motion on her crest pausing. "You didn't do this because of what happened this morning, did you? I don't want to guilt-trip you into having sex."

Slowly, she lifted her head from his chest, their gazes meeting. "No, Blu," she said, her voice a soothing melody. "I did it because I love you."

He looked away from her, his expression heavy with guilt. "I should've had more self control than that, Jewel. Suddenly pinning you down to the nest like that and expecting you to just have sex with me on the spot… I'm horrible for that."

"Sweetie, you can't be so hard on yourself about that, we all make mistakes," she said, and Blu looked to her again, the frown on his beak deep. "You lost control this one time, but the moment you realized what you were doing, you stopped. Blu, most males wouldn't even be capable of that."

He opened his beak, as if he were going to say something, but closed it, nodding, agreeing with her.

"Besides," she continued, "you were absolutely incredible, Blu."

Blu blushed heavily beneath his feathers, an awkward smile on his beak, embarrassed. He suddenly noticed that their intimate regions were still connected, warm and moist.

She giggled at her mate's reaction, giving him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Seems like my nerd-bird can unleash his wild side from time to time."

"Well, you're irresistible, Jewel," he said, without a hint of nervousness in his voice, meaning every word. It was Jewel's turn to blush awkwardly. "Even now, after our session—he lowered his beak down to her neck, lightly nibbling at the feathers there—I still want more of you."

"Then you can have me, you can have me as many times as you like," she moaned as he bit and nibbled at her neck. She slipped her wingtip under his beak, bringing it up so their eyes could meet once more. "But I want you to remember this: I'm your mate, you don't ever have to feel ashamed for wanting me, for wanting to satisfy yourself or wanting to satisfy me. I'm all yours and you're all mine, as long as we communicate to each other, okay?"

Blu's only response was a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into her beak. Jewel's eyes rolled back at the sensation, tightening her grip around him.

When they separated, he nuzzled her beak with his, whispering, "I love you, Jewel."

The female macaw rested her head on her mate's chest, a blissful smile on her beak, eyes closed, "I love you, too, Blu."

It was now dark, the moon fully risen in the sky, the nighttime breeze sighing through the jungle, and through the inhabited hollows of the tribe.

The blue macaws now lay inside their nest, silent, still, their minds slowly giving away into sleep—

"Now it's my turn."

Blu's eyes shot wide open as he was pinned down to the pile of leaf's, his mate now in top, a beautifully seductive, yet mischievous, smile on her beak. "Are you ready for round two, Blu?"

The male macaw was still in shock of what just happened. "R-round… two."

Jewel nodded. "Yes, but this time I'm taking charge." She then leaned down, her beak only inches away from his. "You don't mind, do you, handsome?"

Blu gulped, giving her his best smile, to not look completely nervous. "Well, it's like you said, honey, 'I'm all yours and you're all mines."

He must've given the correct answer, because she gave him a quick, loving kiss before sitting back up, her eyes never leaving his.

She stuck her wingtip into her beak, sucking on it before inserting it between her legs, gently rubbing herself. A strong shiver shot up her spine, making her head shoot up and sending her plumage on end.

She was still very, very sensitive.

And that's when Blu commented, "you're sensitive today."

She glared down at him. "After how you ravaged my cloaca just a few minutes earlier, of course I am."

He gave her an awkward, nervous smile, blushing deeply. "Well… uh… I'll try to be a little gentler next time."

Jewel laughed softly. "You're so humble, Blu. And I love you for it." Then, slowly, clamping her beak shut, she lowered herself on him, bracing herself.

Warm, soft and wet patches of cum-coated skin kissed, and Jewel's whole body lurched as she gasped loudly, her eyes wide. She collapsed on top of her mate, breathing heavily, her body shaking.

Blu wrapped his wings around her, comforting her. "Maybe we can continue this in the morning."

Jewel calmed her breathing, cuddling her mate's feathery chest, a warm feeling spreading through her chest at the comfort his embrace brought her. As much as she disliked the idea, she was too sensitive and too tired to go on any longer. Blu had made her cum three times in one love session, and though she would never admit that, she was sure her cloaca would need to rest. So, she said, "That sounds good, Blu."

Sleep claimed both quickly.