Flamboyance
He rubbed his beak against mine. "you're gorgeous, quiri." "we're both gorgeous." he stuck out his tongue to run along the underside of my beak." "so... what happens next?" he moved his beak away and questioned me with his eyes.
Pets, Friends, and Lovers
She pushed her beak and her feathered head under malk’s hand until he rested it lightly on her head as they walked.
The Curse
Needfully, brande pushed his beak against the other hawk's beak, rubbing the other with unabashed submission.
Gilded Cage
Krantor's beak was open and drooling, his eyes in another state of being. he wagged his hind end back and forth as the other gryphons snapped their beaks on who would be the first to mount and _breed_ their new hen. “gods damn it."
Our Nest
At the bottom of their vision, a beak; long and rounded. their very own beak, shiny and gooey as the latex continued to drip and drizzle down their body.
The Feathered Temptress
Her eyes were on the ceiling for a long time, till she lifted her beak to see jack still on her stomach. she formed a smile on her beak, and softly called, "jack." he lifted his head off her feathers. she commented, "i told you i wouldn't judge."
Gryphon Wanted: $48.62 / Hr.
He rubs his cheek against me as he reaches the bases of my calves and starts grabbing at my heels, causing a cawing wheeze of giggling laughter to escape my open beak. jeese, it doesn't even seem all that weird that i have a beak any more.
Hunter's Celebration
He smiled up at his mother and kissed her beak as his children took turns suckling from his ample breast.
Scavenger's Feast
The bird's beak was half-open and it's eyes lidded as it enjoyed the grooming.
How Do You Like Your Eggs in the Morning? (Alternate Non-Vore Ending)
Her bright, yellow beak was framed by golden feathers that positively sparked in the sun, her dainty talons quite...adroit.
A Mistress's Lover
She licked her beak slowly, looking the blue jay up and down with a small grin. his expression instantly screwed up into one of thought, his paw moving to rest under his beak as he scoped the entirety of his mind.
From The Ashes
The darkness of the beak was split with the flash glowing pale fire that didn’t match the rippling of the wings at all. opal, it held the polished open in his beak, gingerly gripping it.