The Gryphon
#1 of The Gryphon
Laura could tell that her boyfriend was up to something. She liked surprises, but she didn't mind that he let this one slip. It was so adorable how bad he was at hiding things from her. He really was such a novice. An encouragingly dirty mind for his age, but a novice nonetheless.
She had smiled and played along when she found the rope in his pack, suppressing a giggle at his hasty, nervous explanations. "Rock climbing? Ooh, sounds like fun!" she'd replied. Yes, rock climbing, with black silk rope. She hoped at least that he would loosen up when they reached their destination, and not have to be pressured into taking a dominant role. The rope was a good sign. She looked at him hiking in front of her, and his awkward gait. He's hard as a rock already, she thought, enjoying his uncomfortable excitement. Maybe he'll finally let himself indulge in a few fantasies.
Laura was in her early twenties, but she had never had a boyfriend for more than a few weeks. She knew what she wanted, but her straightforward, even aggressive nature attracted precisely the type of man she wasn't interested in. With Nate, she was finally trying a new tack. She couldn't make herself attractive to dominant men, and all the submissive boys that came her way just didn't know how to take charge and give her what she needed. But Nate was a diamond in the rough--meek all over but devilishly kinky at his core, and she was determined to stick to him until he blossomed. It took a lot of patience, but she had high hopes for Nate.
They had been hiking for a good thirty minutes, and sweat was starting to soak through the front of Laura's shirt. It was unseasonably hot, and the exertion was already beginning to tire her out. She started to worry about how much energy would be left for further "exertion" once they reached their destination. As the thought passed through her head, a side path came into view, leading to a grassy creekside with plenty of shade.
"Nate," she called, "this looks like a good place to stop. Don't you think we should take a bit of a rest?" She leaned forward as she spoke, showing off her moistened bosom to add a bit more incentive to the suggestion.
"Not yet," he replied, barely turning, "we're almost there." He continued walking, and she had no choice but to hurry after him, a bit put-off by his lack of attention.
After five more minutes of walking, she was becoming quite annoyed. "So where's this rock we're heading to?" she asked him, grinning innocently as he stopped and turned his head.
"What?" he replied absent-mindedly.
"The rock? ... That we're going to climb?"
He paused for a moment. "Climb... oh! That rock." He looked around him, and his face brightened. "Well here we are!" He turned around as they emerged from the woods into a small, rocky clearing. It was a bit bare and dry, and the lack of shade did nothing to improve her mood, but the forest stretched downwards in every direction, and she could see for miles. She was breathtaken, more from the climb than the view, but at least the walk was over. Unsurprisingly, there was no cliff face in sight. She sat down on a rock, panting with exertion. If you're planning to show a girl a good time, Nate, try not to wear her out before it even starts, she thought to herself. She held back from saying it out loud, because Nate was now standing in front of her, with a look on his face that told her he might be about to spring his little "secret".
"Just a moment, darling, I've got to catch my breath. It's downright muggy up here." She fanned her face ineffectually with one hand. "This heat is unbearable, but what I really hate is all the moisture."
Nate chuckled at this comment, which struck her as somewhat odd, but she was too busy recuperating to respond. He sat down beside her, rubbing her sweat-drenched shoulders. "No problem. In fact, we might be here for a few minutes--I'm waiting for a friend to arrive."
This caught Laura's attention. That would explain the choice of this ugly spot. Does he want to show me off to his friends? She looked around her at the forest, stretching to the horizon in every direction. "I didn't know you were such an exhibitionist, Nate... well, I certainly don't mind being seen 'rock climbing' with you..."
"It wasn't quite rock climbing that I had in mind," he replied, entirely overlooking her innuendo. "Actually, I brought along the rope for something more fun..." His hands were grasping hers gently behind her back, and Laura smiled to herself as she felt him clumsily trying to wrap a rope around her wrists.
She turned back to him, feigning surprise. "Why Nate, you adorable pervert. I had no idea."
He smiled to himself, now focusing all his attention on fastening her wrists behind her. She wriggled in his grasp, rubbing against him and pretending to struggle.
"But you'll have me completely trapped, and who knows who could be watching from here! And who is this friend who's going to be here? I'll be utterly... (no, darling, that end goes under the loop...) helpless..."
He kissed the back of her neck, but kept his hands working. Although the outing was his little surprise, the knots were hers. She recognized them as the ones she had been encouraging him to learn over the past few weeks. Although he had been hesitant at first, she could tell he was enjoying himself... and he was a fast learner. She shifted her arms, feeling how secure the bonds were. Her persistence had paid off. They were very tight indeed, and as he moved on to her legs she was certain that he wouldn't stop there. He was finally going to immobilize her completely, and the thought made her shiver with desire. She knew there were some deliciously kinky ideas locked up in that shy little head of his. Maybe when she was utterly at his mercy, he would be confident enough to let them out.
In ten minutes he hadn't said a word. He was breathing heavily, a good sign, but his eyes held a distracted look. "Aww, honey, you're doing fine." She nuzzled his hands as they worked a coil of rope over her shoulder, cinching across her breast as he tightened it, but he didn't respond. "Or would you prefer me to fight it? I can struggle, if you want me to."
He made eye contact then for the first time since he had begun tying her up, but his expression was anything but reassuring--a mixture of hurried, breathless enthusiasm, and pure fear. She was startled into silence, and a few anxious moments passed before he spoke. A sound like wingbeats, but much too loud, could be heard in the distance, slowly growing closer as time stretched on. He smiled gently.
"Don't worry, darling," he whispered, gently kissing her on the forehead. "You'll have plenty to struggle about soon enough.
Nate was never the joking type. In fact, his simple honesty was one of his most attractive features. Although she often teased him about it, it was a reassuring aspect of his character that she secretly treasured. So he wasn't joking, she was sure of that. But he was never so intense as this, either. Her arousal was starting to make way for confusion, and worry. At that moment Laura honestly didn't know what to expect from her boyfriend. She felt, for the first time, the uncomfortable fear of no longer being in control of the situation.
She heard a sound. Or... the absence of one. Suddenly she realized that the flapping sound, which had been growing continuously louder, had ceased. Nate had been avoiding eye contact this whole time, but now his gaze, instead of being pointed at the ground, was directed past her, and above her head. A strong, clawed hand rested heavily on her shoulder, and she jumped, starting to quiver. For the first time Laura began to doubt the wisdom of her plan. In her eagerness to release all of Nate's deepest and darkest fantasies, never once had she considered that she might not like what she found.
"So, human," boomed a voice from behind her, "you finally went through with it. I was beginning to doubt you." Nate blushed and spoke above her head to the creature behind her.
"I finally couldn't resist." he admitted shamefully, glancing back down at Laura's fully-bound body.
"And she looks as delicious as you promised," growled the voice from behind her, with a lustful purr in its tone. The claw slid downwards, squeezing gently to test the thickness of her upper arm.
Laura's heart skipped a beat. "Nate, baby, what's going on? I..." her voice caught in her throat, and she coughed shakily. "I don't think I understand what's happening."
Nate stroked her hair, guiding his hand downward to rub against the creature's claw as well.
"Why don't we show the girl what she's in for, eh?" muttered the creature playfully. A claw slid around her throat, applying gentle pressure to force her head backwards. She gasped as the sharp tip bit into her neck, drawing a small amount of blood. Leaning back to avoid it, she soon found herself staring up into a cavernous, pulsing gullet. She didn't scream, and not merely because of the continued pressure against her esophagus. The situation was simply too unbelievable to react to. The seconds stretched on, longer and longer, and all she could do was stare.
The creature's wide-open mouth stretched, filling her sight, as a great mass of air rushed inward, soon returning as a muggy, foul wind that rushed over her, warming her entire body. With each deep breath the gullet was briefly open through its entire length, and she could see the moist pink tunnel gaping wide as far back as the light would go, before it faded into darkness. It was wet all over with saliva and mucus, and powerful muscles worked beneath the surface, making the dark passageway ripple and flow. The saliva began to flow faster, dripping from its mouth as she watched in awe. The moisture of its breath wet her hair and face, permeating her senses with the powerful scent of the creature's stomach.
She remained frozen with shock as the mouth receded, revealing the beak in which it was located... the golden beak of a creature five meters tall, with the sleek head of an eagle and the furred, round ears of a feline. Its eyes shone blue with both piercing intelligence and cold animal indifference. Its belly was soft golden fur, but brown and white feathers ran down its back, spreading out into gigantic wings, currently tucked tightly against the creature's body. His forelegs ended in leathery yellow flesh and razor-sharp claws, while his hind legs were padded like a feline. A lion's tail, twitching behind the creature's powerful haunches, completed the picture. The gryphon snorted at her from the nostrils in its beak, and somehow, despite the beak, it seemed to smile.
The contrast was stark between the soft, enveloping flesh of its throat and the sharp, hard curves of its beak. This was meant for piercing and tearing things to pieces; this was something she could comprehend. She finally screamed.
The gryphon, startled, reacted by squeezing his claws around her throat. Her scream was instantly cut off, turning into a pained gurgle as the relatively light touch closed off her windpipe completely. Her eyes went wide and she spasmed in her bonds, shifting only a few inches. Within a few seconds blood was pounding in her head, unable to return to her heart, and her vision began to dim. She felt Nate's warm hand caress her throat, and soon she was gasping for air, her throat too hoarse to speak, as consciousness, and the awareness of her situation, came rushing brutally back to her.
"Stop, you're hurting her!" Nate protested, pulling with both hands on a single claw. The gryphon released her, almost apologizing. He wanted to chuckle at the human's illogic--hurting her, indeed--but he knew they had an agreement. He would play along, be gentle, and swallow the woman whole and alive. The human would get his fun, and he would get the rare and filling treat of a human woman in her prime, served up as if on a silver platter. And if he made sure the human enjoyed his first experience living out his fantasies, he might be more likely to bring him more treats in the future. Once again he started to drool.
"Is it wise to allow her the continued use of her mouth?" the gryphon asked, keeping his claws well away from Laura's body, for the moment. "This is a rather exposed hilltop, and human women have a tendency to scream... in my experience, at least." He grinned at his own joke.
"Don't think I want to be caught, either," Nate replied tersely. "And don't think you're going to convince me to come back to your cave, or wherever. You're not going to save me for tomorrow's dinner."
The gryphon looked hurt. "Please... I don't eat men. At least, not when I can help it. And why would I eat you, when you have so much more to offer me than a single meal?" The gryphon raised a suggestive eyebrow. Nate stepped back, looking startled.
The gryphon almost winced. No--too soon. He's still on the fence. Don't let him think about the deed until he's already done it. He stepped forward, hastening to correct his misstep. "I mean, eh... potentially. No need for commitments, if you feel uncomfortable. But, well... you're obviously enjoying it so far..." He lifted a claw and gingerly brushed over the front of Nate's pants, which were showing a noticeable bulge.
Nate was even more startled by this, and stumbled to the ground as he tried to back away. As soon as the gryphon's claw touched him, the pleasure made him stop and gasp out a moan. Pinned between the ground and the gryphon's claw, his hips bucked forward involuntarily. After a moment's pause, in which the gryphon held his pose, looking down encouragingly at him, he thrust forward again... but slowly this time, deliberately. The gentle pleasure relaxed him, and he let himself rub against the unyielding pressure, closing his eyes and laying back fully on the ground.
The gryphon gradually began to rub up and down the front of Nate's pants, feeling the human yield to his touch, and relax. He maintained an encouraging, non-threatening posture, but inwardly he rolled his eyes. The things I do for a reliable food supply, he thought.
Confident that Nate was relaxed and agreeable, the gryphon let his eyes wander over to his bound girlfriend. She looked on in astonishment as he gently stroked her boyfriend, and when their eyes met, she could see his gaze shift from amused boredom to voracious desire. She squeaked in terror, holding back a scream. Neither spoke as they stared into each other's eyes--her, being speechless, and him, knowing that nothing needed to be said. Laura eventually shut her eyes, whispering to herself, but the gryphon kept staring, feeling his appetite rising.
"Enjoying yourself?" Nate spoke, startling him out of his reverie. He looked back at Nate, who nodded towards his belly. Looking down, he was embarrassed to see several inches of slick pink flesh emerging from his sheath. He moved his paw away from Nate's body, rearranging himself to hide his arousal. "It's alright," Nate said, "I was actually hoping you'd be into it, too."
"Into what? Humans?" The gryphon laughed nervously. "I don't play with my food. That's disgusting."
"I told you why I brought her, right?" The gryphon refused to nod. "It's a sexual thing for me. I told you what I wanted to do."
"You're not having sex in my mouth," he stated flatly.
"No..." Nate sighed wistfully, "because we agreed on that. But we also agreed that I could have sex with her beforehand. What were you going to do, just close your eyes until I said I was finished?" The gryphon avoided eye contact, still hiding his underbelly. "Because... I was kinda hoping you would join in."
The gryphon looked at Laura again, and glanced back at Nate with uncertainty. "I'd... I'd never fit."
Nate smiled, knowing the gryphon was letting himself be convinced. "It's okay. She likes pain..."
Laura kept her eyes closed, wishing she could close her ears as well, as she listened to them talk about her as if she wasn't there. She didn't waste time with thoughts about the impossibility of her situation. She trusted her senses better than that--and she still couldn't rid herself of the odor of his saliva. But it was equally clear that there was nothing she could do to alter her situation, either. In which case there was nothing to be done but to enjoy it. It was her failsafe in any such situation, and in the past it had helped her through what could have been some very tough times. Not to mention it often gave her plenty of new kinks to try out later... although in this case it looked like "later" wasn't going to be an option. But that's what they're talking about, right? They're at least going to have some fun with her first. So. Nothing to be done, then, but to enjoy it.
She opened her eyes, and the first thing that hit her view was the gryphon's enormous member, bobbing just inches from her face.
"Ffffffuck..." she whispered, just before the tip of it nudged against her lips. Her eyes widened as it slid into mouth, then down her throat without hesitation, stretching her jaws painfully and making her gag. Her throat spasmed around the intrusion, but the only result was a pleasured chirp from the beast, and a deeper thrust. Her jaws were spread too wide to close, and the occasional scrapes of her teeth only seemed to encourage him.
Nate smiled, seeing the gryphon enjoying himself, and started stripping off his clothes. The rocky ground was uncomfortable on his bare feet, so he stood on his shirt to take his pants off, then began putting his socks back on. Now naked except for his boots, he knelt by Laura's bucking hips. Frowning, he reached forward to place a hand between her legs, realizing too late that he had forgotten to remove her clothes before tying her up. Her groin was warm, even through the clothing, but the bonds didn't leave any space between her legs, and her continued struggling was only making the knots tighter. He started fumbling with her zipper, which was obscured by a few loops of rope, but only managed to tug it down halfway. He forced a finger past her jeans, just barely able to feel the incredibly hot, moist, and soft surface inside. After that long, uncomfortable hike, the merest touch was enough to send shivers down his spine.
Her body was suddenly pulled away, and he looked up to see a single paw enclosing Laura's head, forcefully pulling her further over the gryphon's dick. The beast squawked, thrusting deeper, and Nate trembled with nervous excitement. The brutal reality of the situation scared him almost as much as it did Laura, but it also thrilled him to no end. His soul was aching with a lifetime of holding this deeply forbidden, passionately felt need inside of him. Suddenly he buckled over, clutching Laura's legs to himself as his cock spurted without a single touch.
He whimpered, tightly closed eyes pressed to Laura's warm jeans, as his body spasmed in the thralls of an unparalleled orgasm. Any lingering thoughts of regret that he had were washed away by the pleasure that now flowed through him. The loud huffing breaths of the gryphon were calming him. Soon enough Laura would be tucked away inside its belly, and he would have a new friend with whom he could live out his deepest need, over and over again. His world was at peace.
Laura's, meanwhile, was falling apart. Her failsafe had failed. No amount of masochism could persuade her to enjoy being used by this horny beast, his paws picking her up like a toy and his cock choking off her air supply and spurting cum painfully into her lungs. She had no resistance left... but neither could she accept it, or do anything but fight against the fate that she knew she could never escape. Her teeth had no purchase on the slick, thick skin, and only elicited another pleasured sound and a quick tug on her head. She groaned softly from the pain of it. The feeling of Nate's hot sperm splashing her legs now made her feel dirty, instead of aroused. From one end he clutched at her legs with both arms, and from the other end a single paw pulled at her head and neck, and the rest of her couldn't move an inch. She felt utterly powerless and it drove her mad, left her crying into the dust and trying to whimper.
The only warning she had was a loud squawk, which turned into a growling roar. The whole length of his cock swelled inside her, larger than it was before, and in an instant she felt him filling her up even more. His cock spurted deep inside of her, so deep that all she could feel was a warm rush spreading over the inside of her stomach. Very soon she could also feel pain, as the sheer volume of it threatened to split her open. All her eyes could see was the warm dirt below, and with the burning in her lungs now matched by a burning in her stomach, she knew she was going to die.
Then the gryphon released her. Her limp body slumped to the ground, sliding off the thick red cock with a quiet slurping that made the gryphon churr. He looked down on her, his eyes glazed over with lingering pleasure. She wasn't breathing. His eyes widened, and he glanced over to Nate, who hadn't seemed to notice. He gave Laura's distended belly a worried little poke, then hastened to roll her onto her side as she gasped to life, retching up great gobs of his semen onto the dry ground.
"Eww." The gryphon made a face. Nate rubbed Laura's hips affectionately as awareness flooded into her along with the fresh air. She coughed out the pungent liquid, her body spasming and shaking with renewed, frightened consciousness. She tried to control the sob rising in her throat, but as her hands twitched uselessly against the tight restraints, she couldn't control herself any longer. A long, low moan flowed out of her, cracking but not stopping until her breath ran out, and then she was back to coughing and sucking in air, haltingly, as if she regretted it.
Nate moved closer to her, still visibly aroused. He rested his head close to hers, breathing slowly, and felt her hot, shivering forehead. She barely responded as he kissed her cheek, but he just smiled. He straddled her body, the rocky soil scraping his exposed skin. He shifted uncomfortably on the hard ground.
"Human," the gryphon whispered from above them. Nate paused and looked up into the gryphon's beak. Two paws came towards him and grasped them both at once, lightly, lifting them suddenly up into the air. Nate was pressed against Laura's body as they left the ground, and the slight fear he felt only added to his insistent arousal. "Relax," the gryphon purred, "this will be more comfortable." The gryphon shifted, the world flipped around him, and soon he found himself lying on top of Laura, nestled into the gryphon's soft belly fur.
Laura found herself returning gradually to consciousness with Nate's body pressing her into soft warmth. She murmured and opened her eyes, feeling him gently gnawing at her neck. "Nate," she whispered, strong claws grasping her sides and beginning to pierce her clothes, "don't do this..."
"Shhhh..." Nate whispered, his breath heavy with lust. Cold nails brushed against her skin as the claws slid through her clothes with sharp tearing sounds. Nate's voice whispered harshly into her ear as he nibbled at her. "I want to see you eaten," he hissed, with a coldness that made her shiver.
"No..." she pleaded, barely able to rise above a whisper herself. "Don't d--" her voice cut off as a claw brushed her throat, slicing effortlessly through her bonds and leaving a tingling red line along her neck. With a gasp and cough, she drifted back into silence, eyes closing as a large paw gave her neck an exploratory squeeze.
Nate eagerly pulled off the last tattered scraps of her clothing, and took only a brief moment to admire her body before moving against her, his hands pawing at her body with more intensity than even the gryphon had shown. He nuzzled and bit at her throat, reminding her of her fate and taking vicarious pleasure in doing so. He entered her, and in his lust he bit too hard, drawing blood and snapping her out of her stupor.
She cried out in pain, blood trickling down her collarbone. With her bonds cut, she found herself free to struggle again, and her naked skin slid over the gryphon's soft belly fur. Her arms came up to push Nate away, but the gryphon quickly seized her, wrapping his leathery claws around the two and pushing their bodies together. He held her tightly in his claws, sliding them both lower through his fur and between his twitching hind legs. The gryphon's hips had begun instinctively thrusting forward, and his forelegs pushed them slowly down to meet his bobbing member. She was startled by the feeling of the gryphon's solid maleness, emerging through the soft fur to rub a slick trail across her back. She twisted in his grasp, but couldn't come close to matching the gryphon's strength and lustful determination. The softness and warmth held her as securely as the ropes had, and promised a more fearful destiny.
As she cried and struggled, his cock prodded at her, leaving slick precum where it slid hotly over her back. It bobbed up and down with the gryphon's thrusts, brushing her legs, sliding over Nate's back, and finally finding its goal between her legs. She gasped before it even touched her, afraid of the pain she knew would come, and when it finally did she was barely able to hold back a scream. She grunted in pain, finding herself clutching at Nate for support, even as he shared the task of stretching her painfully.
Nate's cock was already inside her, spreading open the lips of her vulva, but the narrow tip of the gryphon's member was slim enough to slip in alongside it. He entered her slowly, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh tightening and stretching as the length entering her became thicker and thicker. Her body wriggled against him, massaging his belly in her attempts to escape. He churred, stroking his claws over her face, and began to thrust slowly. Her thighs clutched around him, stroking the long length of cock that remained outside of her. He had forced in six inches alongside Nate's, but the width of it increased so much that the majority of his length remained outside, far too large to fit inside any human. Nate's penis was pinned against his own, soaked in his precum, with no room to even thrust. He held the pair still against him as he pushed into her, wrapping a paw around Nate's rump and pulling him closer.
Laura could not hold back the sharp squeak that jumped out of her, as the additional strain caused her soft flesh to give way. She felt a small tear deep inside her vagina, and each prodding thrust caused it to flare up with pain. The pain made her even more acutely aware of each twitch and thrust, and she noticed their increasing frequency with a growing sense of dread. The gryphon's excited squawks were animal and alien to her, but every sharp squeeze from his claws told her that his orgasm was approaching, and soon he would have no more use for her as a sex toy.
Laura could barely breathe. Her body was buried in the deep, soft fur between his legs, which rose up around her and Nate, cutting off the light from outside. It was matted down with her sweat and unbearably hot. Above her was Nate's body, rubbing against and inside her with a perverse, entirely unwelcome intimacy. His sweaty skin rubbed unceasingly against her soft, helpless body, held there tightly by the gryphon's tight grasp. Her legs were entangled with Nate's, but she struggled continuously to get at least one part of her free.
As she struggled, her legs twitching to escape Nate's hold, the gryphon pushed them down once more. Her pussy ached with the strain of taking in even more of his insistent cock. Her feet slid down as well, and she felt them come into contact with the gryphon's furry scrotum. For a moment she was awed at the size of them, but she quickly started thrashing her legs, trying to get in a good kick while she could. As her feet rubbed over his testicles, she realized that his scrotum was tightening up against his body. Suddenly his thrusting stopped, and a rush of semen flooded into her.
The pressure of it stressed her injured vagina, and the first spurt that leaked out around his cock was tinged with blood. It rushed out of her as fast as it went in, squirting out from between the two cocks inside her. Nate's was fully engorged, but he groaned with pent-up lust, unable to thrust enough to bring himself to orgasm. The gryphon's semen coated his groin, dripping down his scrotum to pool below him, matting the gryphon's fur with pungent lust. Laura whined from the pain, her labored breathing slowing as she was finally able to rest. The gryphon's maleness softened within her, easing some of the pain, and she was almost grateful that it would soon be over.
A long, windy sigh announced the beast's satisfaction, and a deep rumbling from underneath them announced his further intentions. His claws loosened, letting the two humans spill onto his belly as his seed spilled out of Laura's body. She lay limp, with no more will to resist, while Nate, twitchy with pent-up excitement, backed away from her body and looked up at the gryphon expectantly. His right hand moved immediately to his insistent erection, and closed unpleasantly on a fistful of sticky gryphon semen. Nate wrinkled his nose at the powerful, musky scent of the gryphon's spunk. It clung to him in unpleasant ways, and the scent of it was making it hard for him to maintain arousal. Nevertheless the lubrication helped as he pumped his cock slowly, nestling into the gryphon's underbelly to watch the show.
Once again Laura saw that golden beak filling her vision, the sharp, hard curves giving way to soft, enveloping flesh as the gryphon's maw descended on her, removing from her vision everything but her immediate fate. That dark passageway breathed a muggy, foul wind, as it did before, but now as the cool air rushed inwards, she felt its tugging as just one more force urging her to enter the beast's body. Unable to resist, too tired even to call out vainly for help, she nevertheless felt fear. As his claws pinched her around the waist, picking her up easily and depositing her bodily on that hot tongue, she trembled convulsively, unable to resist, unable to accept, but unable to look away.
Her legs dangled limply outside of the beast's mouth, but the rest of her lay on that soft tongue, thankfully beyond the reach of the sharp, tearing beak. Despite his size, a full-grown human women still filled his beak, and her head rested deep inside, past the ridged hard palate, at the very precipice of the gryphon's soft, yielding gullet. Her head lolled back, staring straight down into it. There was no uvula--the gryphon's throat was just a long, smooth passageway, coated with slick mucus. It was deep pink, flushed with the beast's excitement, and as she watched it rippled, clenching just before her face into a tight ring which slid slowly down into darkness. Saliva soaked her back in copious amounts before pouring down into the abyss, leading the way for her to slide down that gullet without resistance.
With a subtle twitch of the tongue, suddenly Laura knew it had begun. For all her practiced self-composure, she now found herself weeping like a child. There was no violence, not anymore--nothing even to oppose. It happened slowly, but steadily. There was nothing to grasp--much like the beast's soft throat, her fate was soft, slippery... and inexorable. She felt trapped, more by her own weakness than the gryphon's beak... trapped in this naked body, bearing the injuries and indignities of having been used, feeling a hot tongue undulating wetly underneath her, and the hot breath beckoning her to her death inside this gryphon's body. She was dripping with fluids of every sort and bathed in heat, but nothing felt quite so hot or wet as the tears which began to pour down her face. They washed over her face, dripping down to join the saliva flowing into his throat.
A loud chirrup resounded around her as the first salty drops touched the gryphon's tongue. Evidently enjoying the flavor, the gryphon closed his beak fully, leaving her to continue her unrestrained weeping in darkness. Her legs stuck out to either side of his beak, but she was sealed tightly within, cut off from any light. The saliva which had been pouring down his throat now pooled up around her, and a powerful suction began. The whole length of her torso was squeezed from all sides, and fluid rushed around her, swishing over her body and gathering all the flavors that coated her. Then, with a quick swallow, the mouth was dry again, and she gasped for breath. She panted desperately, struggling to breathe the muggy air in the now loosened chamber.
She flailed in darkness, pounding her fists against the soft but unyielding surface. Her kicks thudded hollowly against the outside of his beak, but for all her struggles she couldn't move it an inch. She forced her hands beneath her, squishing into the slippery surfaces underneath his tongue, and tried to grasp the slick muscle to inflict some sort of harm on the beast. Her hands found no purchase, but merely plunged into the hot saliva which had once again begun to pool up inside his mouth. With a sudden squeeze, the gryphon began suckling on her again. This time the breath was knocked out of her, and for a few panicked moments she spasmed, eyes wide in the darkness as she choked on the spit she had inhaled. After a brief full-body massage, another loud gulp roared in her ears.
Once again she coughed back to life, perhaps for the last time, as the saliva rushed down towards the creature's stomach. She held her breath as the process repeated itself several more times, and by the end she was feeling wrung-out, like something cast up on a beach, and scoured by the rough roof of the gryphon's mouth. She still struggled, though weaker than ever, and when the whole beak began to tilt upwards, she couldn't even muster the strength to raise her arms above her head. Instead she flopped onto her side, scrabbling piteously at the inside corner of his beak, as her head and shoulders slumped into the back of his throat.
The throat narrowed past the initial opening, leaving her stuck by her shoulders, with her head fully inside. Her legs followed, sliding up through the corners of the gryphon's beak until only her feet remained outside. She redoubled her struggles, trying to turn herself onto her belly and grasping for a handhold to pull her head out of the tight throat. It was much hotter there than in his mouth, and she felt even greater heat rising up from the end of that slick passageway. She continued to weep, tantalizing the predator, and struggling all the more frantically when she found nothing to grasp. Finally she twisted herself around, pulling her legs fully into the creature's mouth and winding up sprawled flat on his tongue with her arms under her. She pushed herself upwards, feeling that final sucking gulp grasping at her head just as she managed to pull it free.
Crouched on hands and knees within the gryphon's mouth, she gasped and laughed with relief. The soft flesh clenched tightly, squeezing up into a firm knot which slid down the gryphon's throat... without her. Her naked body was flushed with heat and dripping mucus, and her slippery skin had trouble keeping traction on the undulating tongue. Even as she laughed, panting, she felt it flexing underneath her, preparing for another attempt.
Without further warning, the gryphon tossed his head up to finish her off. She screamed, thrusting her hands in front of her as she was pitched headfirst into its throat. She grasped at nothing, her hands slipping effortlessly into the throat and the rest of her following. It was a tight fit, her fall stopping jarringly as her shoulders crammed into the throat entrance. The wet flesh wrapped around her upper body, muffling her screams and painfully constricting her upper arms.
The gryphon thrust his head up, gagging around the thickness of her shoulders. This time the sloping of her arms helped the throat spread gradually wider, and very soon her head and shoulders were both tucked into the gryphon's tight throat, and nothing remained to impede her downward progress. Laura's legs flailed in midair, thocking against his beak as they followed the rest of her inside. Her breasts proved no difficulty--glistening with saliva, they slipped over the back of his tongue and compressed easily into his throat. Powerful ripples squeezed over her, forcing the breath out of her chest as the gryphon's neck slowly stretched around her. She thrashed her head back and forth, a thick layer of mucus letting her slip around easily, but the tight constriction held her fast. Her eyes and mouth were closed tightly against the foul liquid that oozed around her, but each new squeeze forced bubbles of precious air through her lips.
Nate crept forward on the beast's furry underbelly, gazing up raptly at the bulge his girlfriend was making in the gryphon's neck feathers. It thrust its huge beak into the air, gulping up Laura's legs with quick, jerking swallows. He shuddered, his hands making fists in the thick fur, as her kicking feet slowly eased out of sight.
Deep inside the gryphon's body, Laura once again found herself sobbing. The slick walls around her pinned her arms to her sides, cinching tight enough to make her groan, but below her was nothing but loose flesh which parted easily to welcome her in. She could feel the gryphon's tongue wrap around her feet, slurping lewdly between her toes as they slipped over its surface, finally sliding down the back of his tongue and entering the throat with the rest of her. The same knot she had seen earlier now tightened around her feet, firmly cocooning her within the beast.
The gryphon leaned his head back, reaching up to stroke the swelling she made in his neck. It was a struggle to swallow so much meat at once, but his face showed intense pleasure as the lump slowly made its way deeper inside. Feathers gave way to fur as the bulge of Laura's body slid towards the gryphon's belly, reducing in size until it disappeared beneath the creature's ribcage.
The pounding of the gryphon's heart was all Laura could hear. Blood rushed through the thick walls of flesh surrounding her, thundering in her ears and throughout her entire body. It almost synchronized with the throbbing waves of peristalsis that threatened to crush the life out of her with each squeeze. She could see nothing, and taste nothing but the sourness of the gryphon's saliva. All her senses were muffled in some way by her fleshy prison; she was only conscious of a neverending dropping sensation, almost like a dream of falling, but without even the freedom to flail in terror.
It was almost a relief when she reached the stomach. For a brief moment the path ahead of her was a firm knot, but it began to loosen as the esophagus squeezed her against it more insistently. It slid tightly over her face when her head pushed through, but as her shoulders wedged it open it relaxed, depositing her bodily into the loose sack of his stomach.
She slumped to the bottom of the stomach, splashing headfirst into a shallow pool of liquid. She was up in an instant, grateful to be able to move again, but every effort was like moving in a hammock--she kept sliding back down into the bottom of the pouch. All around her was loose, wet flesh, far slicker than the mouth had been. It was too strong to even scratch, but it simply gave wherever she pushed at it, leaving her sliding back down into a sagging depression. The liquid flowed down with her, pooling up around her crouched legs and making her itch.
She had air, but it was unbelievably muggy, and reeked of bile. The heat was intense, and the sweat running rivers down her body helped to wash away the acid somewhat, but it failed to cool her down in the slightest. She felt feverish, beginning to pant rapidly, but nothing could keep her body from heating up even further. Each deep breath only brought in more heat, and left her choking on the corrosive atmosphere.
She knelt inside the gryphon's stomach, her arms hanging limply and her head bowed with growing exhaustion. Her tears eased some of the stinging in her eyes, but the tender skin of her abused pussy felt like it was on fire. She plunged a hand between her legs, scratching at herself to rub out the burning sensation, but she only managed to work the acidic liquid deeper inside of her. She threw up both arms, her chest heaving with choking sobs, and began to pound her fists against the slick walls of her tomb.
Suddenly a tremendous belch echoed throughout the gryphon's body, the stomach contracting as it forced out all the air. The hot flesh around her began sticking to her body, molding to her every curve and constricting as tightly as a snake. The small pool of acid began rising around her, following the vacuum left by the exiting air and coating her whole body in a thin layer. She was left sprawled out with her arms in front of her, no longer in a loose pouch but in a tight casing, with the acid filling the little space that remained.
The stomach soon started churning around her, forcing burning fluid into her every orifice, and literally beginning to squeeze the life out of her. The tightness here was even more powerful than the throat was, and the first rib-cracking squeeze voided her lungs of what little air she had retained. She couldn't close her eyes tight enough to keep out the acid, and lack of air forced her mouth open, gasping like a fish against the taut flesh covering her face. The only solace she had was that the stomach held her too tightly for her to inhale, and coat even her lungs with the digestive solution. No bondage could ever hold her as tight as this living tissue which coated her body, responding to each hint of a struggle with further tightening, actively struggling to tear her apart and consume her.
Few of her bones actually broke while she remained conscious, which wasn't very long. A few ribs, and the thin bones in her legs, gave out with sharp popping sounds, but hardly added to her agony. Even the pain of her skin's slow dissolving was dulled by the encroaching blackness creeping over her senses. The burning in her lungs lasted the longest--even as her life was fading away, and she forgot the pain of being consumed, she could not ignore the need for oxygen. She had taken her last breath several minutes ago, not even knowing it at the time, and it was forced from her not long after. She had already lost sensation in her limbs, but her body still tried to thrash involuntarily in one last desperate struggle. The entire stomach clenched around her like a fist, easily suppressing her final spastic shudders. With the last gasp finished, her senses retreated further into darkness, and her body finally went limp.
The stomach continued its relentless work, digesting its contents without worry for whether they were living or dead--and by the time it was finished, there was no difference. She had been dead for half an hour before her body finally weakened and collapsed, and the gryphon was already winging his way back home--pleasantly full, but giving no other thought to the life he had ended. Nate had rushed home, where he would scrub himself clean in the shower, alternately choking with remorse and laughing with relief. He would get no sleep that night, but the gryphon knew he would be back--that desperate satisfaction was too strong to ignore. He would be back, as much as he struggled with it, and each time it would become easier. Soon enough the harsh realities of the act would be dulled, and he would be an eager delivery boy for the carnivorous beast. The gryphon was quite looking forward to this point, when the drama and the hesitation and the subtle encouragement would be over with. Finally he would have someone rational to speak with--someone who knew what was human, and what was just food.