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Ral'eks' ass was sore. He'd just finished up with a pair of gryphons, and well... it had been quite the trip. They'd been a bit much to handle too. Especially since there were two of them. While a gryphons' rut wasn't nearly as bad as a dragons, it still felt overwhelming having to deal with two of them at once. He managed though, as the filled pouch of gold pieces and gems he carried more than evidenced. Malek would be pleased, of course. Even if he didn't share in the riches, he'd be happy for his friend.

Though, calling him a friend at this point may have been understating it a bit. The crimson had used his new home as a bit of a stopping-ground for the region. Granted, it was still a bit chilly compared to his preferred climate, but the cave was always warm enough with the bronze around. He'd grown, too, since that first visit when they'd met. Of course, so had Ral'ek. But, the bronze still towered over him. The crimson was still surprised at how he managed to slip out of his parents' grasp with almost no complications. That week, he'd even convinced an older dragon to move further south. Ownership of his cave changed perfectly, and smoothly as could happen. All it took was a bit of gold to convince the gold to move. The hoard he already had needed a bit of moving, but Malek assisted with that.

Hell, it had all taken place in less than half a month, all things considered.

His wings strained against the chilly breeze, propelling him further upwards. His own scent would already be on the air, but if he did it right, the bronze wouldn't see him coming until he was stumbling into the cave. The surprised look on his muzzle would be a welcome sight, too. The clouds parted with wispy contrails as he finally burst out of them. It was a bit overcast, but up here, the sun shined as brightly as ever. Though... it was really cold, and his lungs strained to breathe. Thin air took more out of him, and no doubt he'd be a bit more tired by the time he got there. But, getting up to this altitude meant he could glide the rest of the way.

The sun may have been high in the midday sky, but it gave a relaxing ambiance to the blue sky above the clouds. Ral'ek had to guess where he was, but he knew this route by heart anyways. Dozens of visits had cemented it into his mind, and, he suspected his muscles too. The pouch of gold he had weighed heavy. What could he use this for? A better question though, what would he use it for? He already had his own cave, but it could use some sprucing up... Or, perhaps some magic classes? Decisions, decisions. He'd probably just end up depositing it anyways with a banker, as was his custom. Invest a bit, spend a bit, save a bit. Never went wrong that way. It hadn't thus far. And to Ral'ek, that was good enough.

Another dragon popped out of the clouds a ways away. The crimson barely recognized him. The blue was a neighbor, but far enough away that he didn't cause any problems. The few exchanges he and Malek had with the drake were agreeable enough. One of the best neighbors, actually. The blue kept to himself, and didn't cause trouble. Even introduced himself once the gold had moved out fully. Came bearing gifts, as well. A few choice meats, contained in a barrel. Salted to preserve them, but more than appetizing to both Malek and Ral'ek. They'd made a feast of it, sharing it with the blue. A smile crossed his muzzle as the blue dipped below the clouds again. Probably out for an afternoon flight.

Of course, Ral'eks' own flight was about to come to an end. His mind was reminding him that he'd be almost directly over the cave now. It was a proper cave too, one on the ground, that went underground. Kept it warm in the winter, and cool in the summer. Better than that barren, chilly place he was in before. The clouds felt wet as he dove through them. More short, wispy pieces of cloud stuck to him, before floating away. A bit of what could only be rain blew off of his scales. It mixed with the sweat, and rolled underneath his scales, cooling him off quickly. Evergreen forests splayed out below him. Maleks' hunting grounds, home to many a creature. All tasted fine enough to Ral'ek, but the bronze swore he could taste the difference between two of the same.

The crimson snorted, and lazily descended on the currents. His friend was a bit interesting, to say the least. He'd taken up magic since he took ownership of his cave. It was half hobby, and half serious pursuit. Occasionally he dabbled in alchemy, but that never really went anywhere. Gotten quite good at it too, rapidly surpassing the crimsons' own basic knowledge of magic. Tried to teach him several times, too, but... there was only so much he could do. But, Ral'ek had learned. Somewhat, anyway. The treetops shook him from his absent thoughts. A little bit too low, he flapped harder to avoid the rough scraping against his scales.

A clearing, and plenty of room for him to land. It looked like Malek had just been here, large pawprints compressing the ground. Bit of grass was bowled over too. A safe place for him to relax. A lovely home to enjoy himself in, too. A few moments later, and he was there, with the ground safely underpaw. He padded towards the cave, eager to see him.

The earth swallowed him up from the outside world as he padded into the cave. Maleks' scent was heavy on the air. Of course, it was as it should be. He was here often, and it was his place anyway.

"I'm home! Malek, you here?" Ral'eks voice sounded alien to even himself.

"Gah. In the back! Just made a mess!" It sounded like Malek was running another of his experiments.

Ral'ek shifted the bag of gold, and padded to another room. A few spare rag-furs in paw, and he hobbled towards where Malek sounded like he was. His guess wasn't wrong, and acrid smoke poured out of the room. Luckily, it was contained near the ceiling. The crimson ducked, avoiding the fumes. Maleks' stonework table stood in the center of the room. He could barely tell if there were any new stains, it had been so used. But, with the smell, he could only assume that there were. The bronze was also crouched down, scrubbing something off of one his forepaws.

"What'd you do this time?"

"Potion went wrong, basically. It exploded, and left a gummy mess on my paws, and the table." Malek sighed.

"Safe to blow it out?"

"Yeah. I'm just a little preoccupied at the moment. Hand me the rags, and I'll get to cleaning up." He growled his appreciation as the crimson helped. "Starting with my forepaws..."

A little bit of help would go a long way with two dragons in the same room. One of the spells that managed to actually stick in the crimsons' head was a variation of something he'd already learned. Even before he met the bronze, he knew how to make a simple gust. But, Malek taught him how to refine it even further. Granted, it worked differently, but it worked better, as well. The short chant was quick, and the smoke slowly wafted out of the room, dispersing into the den. From there, it'd only take moments to get moved out of the home. It did fatigue him further than the flight here did, though.

"Good cast. Now I can breathe easily finally. Was starting to get a bit lightheaded."

"Thanks. So, I got paid." Ral'ek tossed the pouch between his forepaws.

"Yeah? Wasn't that the last of your trips for a while?"

"It was. Need to check a few job boards around the area when I feel like it. Shouldn't be too hard to find work, it is summer after all."

"You've gotten quite good at that, honestly. Can't say I'm not jealous of you getting to see so many males and females, but eh." He shrugged, taking a momentary break from cleaning the gunk off his table.

"You know you're always welcome to come along. Granted, wouldn't get paid as well, but, it 'd work easy."

"Yeah, yeah. But then you'd have to keep an eye on me, and the client. Too much work."

"Well, incidentally, it was clients on the last trip. And besides, I don't mind keeping an eye on you... or a muzzle." Ral'ek pulled one of the rag-furs off of the bronze, helping to scrub a bit.

"Amongst other things..."Malek leaned against him as they gave the table what-for while cleaning it.

The bronze growled, recalling the day they met. Truth be told, it was like a torch coming into a dark room that already had a small spark of hope. And that torch inspired that spark to be so much more, too. A beginner mage, and a good one at that. He was proud of his accomplishments, and Ral'eks, too. The crimson had been a steadfast companion through it all, too. The table wasn't getting any cleaner, though.

"That's all that's coming off. Think the rest will need to be burnt, or I'll need to carve another topper."

"They're a pain to get up, though. Good exercise, too."

"Well, I can think of some exercise I'd rather do right now..."

Ral'ek tossed the rags in a forgotten corner. They could wait, and at most, they'd glue themselves to each other. The ventilation spell had worn off a while ago, and a new scent was on the air. A smile split his muzzle, showing off well-cleaned teeth. The bronze chuckled.

"I can think of a dragon I'd rather do." The crimson nudged the bronze, his own lust flaring as well.

"We both know you want me on top, though."

Well. It wasn't wrong, to be sure. While the crimson liked being on top, or bottom when it came to his clients... he loved raising his tail for Malek. Sometimes though, he'd get to scratch his own itch of topping the bronze. They swapped a lot, but this time, he could only think of one dragon he'd rather have in bed.

"You and I both know that's true. But, we are definitely gonna need lube. You're just too damn big!" Ral'ek half-heartedly complained.

"Rather be too big than have a toothpick. Still, it's a good idea, and I'm not too keen on waiting. We'll talk about your trip later."

"Yeah, c'mon." Ral'ek quickly jogged into an adjacent room.

It was his own, temporary bedroom. Some of his stuff was scattered about. Malek was more than happy to let him have it, too. The cave was far too big for him to fill with only his own things. Hell, another dragon could live here easily. Maybe even two more, if they didn't mind it feeling a little crowded. A green bottle, half-empty, laid on the floor from their last romp. More of them lined the wall on a makeshift shelf. Another thing the bronze carved, and quickly at that. He grabbed it, and hobbled towards the main bedroom.

"Glad you inspired that potion-maker to try flavoring his lubes." Malek commented, already having made himself comfortable on a stack of furs.

"Honestly, I mentioned it as a joke. Somehow, he made it work. Here." He handed it off to the bronze.

While using his tail was convenient to apply lube, they'd stumbled across another way a while ago. Granted, it was a little unsanitary, but it worked. Felt interesting too, to say the least. Malek lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a quick swig of the stuff. His cheeks bulged a bit, and he motioned for Ral'ek to turn around. It took a moment, and no sooner than he had, a pair of forepaws held him in place. He lifted his tail out of the way, more than ready. Another moment later, and Malek poked his muzzle underneath his tail, tongue already snaking out.

"mmmmm" He growled.

Admittedly, the flavor was a bit harsh for this batch, but Malek made do. It'd still work for their purposes anyways. His tongue slathered the stuff on, eager to get at the crimson already. The foreplay was enjoyable enough, but the main course was the main show for a reason. Well, at least to Malek anyways. Ral'ek was too busy clawing at the furs to think much at all. The bronze pushed his tongue into the red, a bit of the lube oozing out of his muzzle around it. The stuff made it easier-going by far, and before long, he was shoving his tongue into his partner with reckless abandon. Ral'eks' tail occasionally bumped his muzzle, but he didn't mind. The noises he made more than made up for them anyway.

"Ah!"

Ral'eks' legs felt a bit unsteady from the sudden, sharp jolts of pleasure arcing through his body. Malek had gotten good at this, too. A quick bolt of soreness as the bronze pressed his muzzle underneath his tail. A moment, then a quick rush of lube, delivered directly into his ass. Teeth scraped his tailbases' scales, but that was expected with Malek shoving his whole muzzle underneath his tail. He broke off the messy kiss. Already, the red was out and ready, his rod pulsing with every beat of his massive heart. He had no doubts the bronze was, too. And he'd be the one on top.

"Ready to go?" Malek was already pushing his tail out of the way before he answered.

"Should be. Might be a little sore from the birds, bu-"

Malek didn't waste time letting him explain. Even with the lube, and quick foreplay, it took a moment for Ral'ek to get used to the pressure poking at him. The other dragon missed his mark several times, but when he finally found his target, his ass spread open easily. His weight atop Ral'ek felt a bit heavy, and he nipped at his neck.

"Remember when I did that?" Malek growled into his ear.

"Y-yeah..."

He gave the submissive drake a moment or two to adjust. To Ral'ek, it felt like an eternity before he started to move. But, once he started moving, it was like an avalanche. Each thrust made wet slapping noises as their hips smacked together. A pair of forelegs around his belly cemented Maleks' grip on the crimson. His tail roamed, looking for a certain bit of anatomy...

"Enjoying yourself already? Well, that bit just confirms it. Been waiting all week for you to get back, y'know."

"Been busy, and you know that." Ral'ek pushed back onto his rod, eager to be speared.

"Then I guess I'll just have to give you what I've saved up. You'd enjoy that?"

"Of course I would. So long as you don't mind me making a mess."

A particularly fast thrust forced a moan out of his muzzle.

"Think we're well beyond making a mess now, Ral'ek."

The crimson couldn't see the bronzes' muzzle, but with that tone, there could only be a smirk on his muzzle. Maybe a smile at some point, but certainly a smirk right at that moment. His insides felt tense as Malek coiled his tail around his rod. His own knot was already bumping up against him with every push. It tightened, and Ral'ek was reminded of just how useful tails could be. His partner stroked him slowly, building up to synchronization with his own thrusts. Paws roamed across his scales, but Ral'ek was too busy holding himself up to do much more than that.

He was sensitive, alright. Even with his trip to the pair of gryphons, his insides churned up yet another load. A growl from his stomach distracted him for a moment from their lovemaking. Perhaps it'd be time to dig into their stores. The cave was doused in their scents already, but even more of it would stain the area soon. Malek growled, and Ral'ek returned his own as his partner nipped at his neck. His hot breath washed over his scales, and a coordinated push gave the knot enough force to pop in. Already, he could feel his own orgasm spooling up. And with the knot inside him, Malek would be moments behind.

"Still- Rrrh- as fine a tail as ever-" Maleks' sentence devolved into incoherent growls as he ground his knot further into the drake underneath him.

If Ral'ek could blush, he would have, but right now, he was too lost in the sensations jolting through him. The feeling of being spread open by his partners' knot, the fine scales and tail wrapped around his rod... the weight on his back, and the forepaws around his midsection. They all combined to form an experience he'd remember for at least a while. Their combined heat made him pant, lungs burning for more air. Maleks' scent only drove him on further, and he had no doubts that his own spurred the bronze on, too. They had moments left.

The first spurt of many roped into him, reaching unexplored depths inside him. Of course, it was only the vanguard for a load of dragonseed, deposited right into him. The bronze, if what he said was true, had plenty more to give him, too... He lost count after twenty, and a warming sense of fullness made him content. His own orgasm pushed out of him in quick jets, staining the hides and furs underneath them. A quick, playful bite on his neck was all he needed to give it his all. It seemed like an eternity before his senses came back. When they did, both of them were a mess. And he'd have it no other way, with a visit to the bronze.

"Enjoy yourself?" Malek licked at his neck, just where the bronze bit him.

"You couldn't tell I did? For shame, Malek."

"So, since we'll be here a while... maybe tell me about how your trip went? You mentioned birds."

They both rolled over, the larger bronze spooning the smaller male. His warmth seeped into his hide, and into his insides. A few more spurts topped him off, but it was all kept locked inside him by his knot. The crimson coughed for a moment, but talked.

"Well, there WERE two gryphons. And, they were quite demanding. So, here's how it went..."

"And how could you forget you'd mothered two sons, again?"

"I'm sorry, I really am. They're twins, and to be honest, I've been so busy recently, it's hard enough recalling my own name. If you'll just-"

"Don't worry much about it. We can talk extra payment for the second one later. Besides, I'm sure you'll make it up to me, miss." Ral'ek padded about in the clearing.

"Thank you, dragon. Ral'ek was it?" The gryphoness clacked her beak.

"Yes, it was. Your home nearby?"

"Yeah. A short flight away. Couldn't quite give the place away if you weren't going to be helping, heh." She chuckled.

"Of course. It's a reasonable precaution. Your sons are safe with me."

She padded towards the edge of the clearing, speaking as she went.

"Better than their bastard sire. Come along quickly though, I have business that needs taking care of. Keep up, dragon!"

Ral'ek smirked. Of course he could keep up with a gryphon. He was no lumbering brown drake. He was in the air as quickly as she was. It took a bit of effort to keep up at some points, though. She was clearly giving it her all to go as quickly as she could. And of course she would. If she had critical business that needed seeing to in the next week, then she'd have to. Ral'ek would have preferred a less...detailed job posting, but it was fine enough. More than gave him a good idea of how long he'd be staying. Well, minus the complication of having two gryphs to take care of.

The crimson had his suspicions, and they turned out right. The clearing was in the valley between two large mountains. He'd guessed that they'd live on one of them, and the guess was quite right. But, he didn't imagine he'd get this tired flying towards them. Or rather, up them, at this rate. The ground underneath them was covered in snow, and his scales did little to warm him. Exertion did a much better job of it. Ral'ek just hoped that they warmed their cave. Or that it was a constructed nest, with a roof, and maybe a fire...

"Almost there. C'mon Ral'ek!" The impatience in the gryphonesses' voice was palpable.

"Going as fast as I can-" He coughed a bit, and slowed down, lungs begging for air. "How much further is it?"

She spiraled around in the air, taking a moment for him to catch his breath. The gryph at least waited until he wasn't distracted by a lack of air to speak.

"If it wasn't snowing, you'd see it already. A short ways away, couldn't be more than ten minutes. You can rest when you're there. Hell, I'll have my sons see to you once you get there, too."

For as demanding as she was, Ral'ek quite liked that idea. Granted, his wings didn't, nor did his paws, but he didn't ask for their vote anyways. Smoke drifted onto the wind, and right into his nose. A fire. And of course, with a fire here at this altitude, it could only be manufactured by whoever lived here. It'd be warmer, too. Though, with all of this time staring at the gryphonesses' backside, he had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't there for her. Even if it would be fun.

"Entrance is down here this way." Her beak chattered. Looks like she wasn't immune to the cold, either.

Ral'ek felt freezing already, and the snow on his paws after they'd landed only made it worse. It was a cave, but there was a hint of magic there, too. An iron vent poked out of the cave mouth, not unlike one you'd see on a forges' rooftop. Humans, or perhaps elves must have been here at some point to install that. He shrugged, but it might've been interpreted as shivering. Either way, he followed her as she padded into the home.

"Boys, I'm home! Brought a helper, too! Bring snacks from the storeroom, he's hungry, cold, and probably a little bit irritated at the moment!" She glanced back at him. "You are a bit irritated, no?"

"Honestly miss, I'm too cold to be irritated. I smell magic, and warmth. Where is it, if you don't mind?"

"Right this way. C'mon. Let's get you warmed up and settled in before I leave you with 'em."

Ral'ek growled at nothing in particular. This would be quite the trip getting back to Maleks' place. He'd definitely need to take breaks at points, too. He'd be working for his gold this time, that much was for certain. As irritated as he was, he had to admit that the home was nice. Furniture in seemingly every room, and warmth enough to keep him from shivering. He took a breath in awe of the furnace as they finally found the room where it was. It was huge.

"This it? It's huge. How do you keep it fed?" Ral'eks' jaw met the floor.

"I don't. It's perpetually fueled by magic. You can toss in sticks and such to make it warmer, but there's no need. It'll keep it livable for the next ten years. Was quite the ordeal getting it set up too. Needing some magic steel or another- But, anyways, I'm gonna go find the boys. Get warmed up."

Ral'ek didn't protest at all. It was a good enough plan. He scooted closer to the furnace. The fire was normal enough, a lovely orange, red, and blue. The heat had its' own scent to it, one of magic, but it didn't distract him much. The warmth was far too nice to complain of an odd scent anyways. Almost on cue, his stomach growled just as soon as feeling came back to his paws. Ral'ek flexed them, wincing as he heard them pop. The dragon was just getting to stretching his wings when he heard a series of footpaws padding into the room.

"We're back, Ral'ek. Here they are. Say hello, gryphs."

"H-hello..."

"Hi."

Ral'ek turned around to look at them. One of them was the spitting image of his mother, and the other was a bit different. One had finely-preened feathers, and the other, a bit more messy. Both of them stared at him though. He didn't stare back, as he was far more interested in the food in their forepaws.

"Hello, you two. Is that food for me?" Ral'ek asked. Politeness would only help his cause. Even if they'd both be balls-deep in him by the end of the week. Perhaps even the day.

"It can be yours if you want it. Mum just said to bring it. Here, though." One of the gryphons proudly strode forward, offering the relatively small package of meat to the dragon.

"Thank you. My name is Ral'ek, as you no doubt heard her say. And yours would be?" Ral'ek smiled, but didn't show any teeth. That'd only intimidate the poor gryphs.

"Erion. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ral'ek."

His brother wasn't one to be left out though, quickly padding up the dragons' side, and offering the other package of meat.

"I'm Rythum! Dragons aren't common around here. Just how far did you have to fly?"

"Settle down a bit, please. But, to answer your question... I'd say about two days' flight? Plus an hour or two with your mother." He glanced past the two gryphs, and at her.

"Sounds about right. Gonna leave you with them for now. I trust you'll explain everything related to their upcoming event?" She had a smirk on her beak.

Oh boy. Ral'ek sighed, before responding.

"Yeah, sure, sure. I'm sure I'll get along fine with them, too." He wanted to hiss at the hen a bit, but kept it civil.

She padded out of sight, and no doubt out of earshot too.

"So. Erion, Rythum. Have you two been feeling any different lately? Natural urges intensifying, meat tasting different, or...?" He was unwrapping the meat packages as he spoke.

"Got sick a week or two ago. Ended up sleeping for two full days, too. Mostly over it now, though." Erion glanced at his brother.

His grey and off-blue feathers were the very definition of excitement.

"I went hunting with mum, and we got a big one. It tasted quite good, we brought some back to Erion, but he was. Well, he was sick as he mentioned just now."

Ral'ek munched on his food for a few moments, giving himself time to think.

"What to say... What to say..."

"Yeah. I smelled it, and ended up eating it all at once. It came right back up, obviously. Tasted good both ways though."

"Ewwww!"

"Happens when you're sick, I suppose. But, still. Not quite what I was talking about. Close though." He was just biting into the second half of his meal as they piped up again.

"Well, what do you mean then? Mum hasn't been around a lot, and she's only mentioned that we should have a visitor soon, and an event. Whatever that means." Erion shrugged, and padded away to sit closer to the fire.

"She hasn't explained much at all, to be honest."

"Well. Right around now is when you end up experiencing what it's like to be male. Basically, some urges come up that you won't be familiar with just yet."

"Urges like...?" Erion stared at him.

"Well, to put it bluntly, you'll want to fuck anything that moves. Your rod will be irksomely persistent, and won't go down until you do. It'll be quite pleasurable as well."

"And she didn't tell us yet, why again?" Erion kept talking as his brother stayed silent.

"As you've said, she's been busy, and hasn't explained much to you guys. She's female, too, and as such, wouldn't really understand it. That's why she brought me in, to help with that."

"Will it be painful?" Rythum piped up.

"Painful? I mean, it could be pending on how you decide to relieve your urges. Mostly though, that'll be me." He patted his pack as he wolfed down the last of the meal. "Some stuff in here to help me out with that."

Rythum looked a little bit confused. Glancing at his brother, then back at Ral'ek like another set of horns had started growing out of his head.

"Why would we cause you pain, though? Intentionally, too."

"Sometimes the person on the bottom is a little bit tight... and if they're male, they don't have any natural lubrication to help things along. An-"

"So what you're saying is, you're here to get fucked by us, to relieve our 'urges'" The gryph made airquotes as he spoke.

"Yup. I'm getting paid, and the both of you will have some good fun with it, too. Males are common, since you don't have to worry about getting them pregnant."

"Uh-huh." Erion stared at the fire.

"Well, if you say it's pleasurable, and fun, then why aren't we doing it already?" Rythum poked at the dragons' side, having not moved an inch yet.

"I was hoping to get settled in first, to tell you the truth. Do you guys have a spare room? I mean, I'd be fine with staying in here, though."

"Yeah. We've got plenty of them, too. All are warm enough, though not quite as piping hot as in here. Rythum, you want to have him closer to my room or yours?" Erion cocked his head a bit.

"Closer to me would be fine. I wanna find out what he's talking about, too."

"Well, have at it then. I have a feeling I already know what he's talking about, though. Go on and show him to his room. I'll be by later to show him around."

Ral'ek adjusted his pack a bit as he got up. Erion could be difficult, if he kept at it like this. And, well, Rythum felt a bit too innocent at times. Perhaps it was a bit early for the two of them, but it was best they learned sooner rather than later. Ah well. The gryph padded out of the room, leading him away from Erion. He chattered a bit as they walked, but Ral'ek was focused elsewhere, only responding with quick "Yeah"s and "Mmhmm"s.

"Here's your room. Dad used to sleep here, but..." Rythum trailed off.

It was a nice enough room. Furs on a makeshift wooden bed. Bit small for a dragon, but he'd make do with it. Perhaps just sleep on the floor with the furs. There was a notable lack of decoration and furniture too. Like the occupant had taken all his belongings with him when he left. Perhaps he had, with the way their mother disdainfully mentioned him.

"It's a fine enough room. I'm sure he enjoyed staying here when he did." Ral'ek defused a bit.

"It was a while ago, anyways. He's gone now. But, onto more pleasant things. Could you... show me what you meant?" Rythum had curiosity in his eyes, eager to share in the dragons' secret.

It wasn't much of a secret at all, though. But, Ral'ek was more than prepared to show him a good time either way. Besides, those fuzzy little balls under his tail looked plump and... ready to be emptied. It'd be a grand first time for the gryph.

"Well. Beings this will definitely be your first time... we'll start with something rather simple. Rather have the furs on the floor, but we'll make do." He motioned for the gryph to lay on his side.

"On my side on the floor, right? It won't... hurt right?"

He really did look far too innocent sometimes. But, gryphons could be the raunchiest of the bunch. Ral'ek would just have to see how he was afterwards. He grinned, and breathed deeply. Extremely faint hints of male musk were on the air already. The scent would be familiar by tomorrow, but what would it smell like then, if they were to go into rut? Questions for another time as he crept closer.

"No, it won't. If anything, it'll feel quite good. The only time anyone would hurt is if you were mounting me, and going too fast, without enough prepwork. Which, since I brought this..." His tail slithered under his pack, and brought it closer. "Even then, that shouldn't be that much of an issue."

"Okay." A little bit more confidence in the gryphons voice. Good.

He paused for a moment, muzzle nearly brushing against his feathers. Rythum was clean, almost unusually so. Probably just bathed. He'd need another after they were done, but it'd be worth it. Or, at least, Ral'ek hoped it would be worth it to him. Unlikely that it wouldn't. Still, he shut his whirring mind up for a moment. Now was time to focus on the act. Slowly, he let his muzzle hinge open.

A cute little gasp of air, more than likely Rythum getting a close-up of his teeth. No matter though. Ral'ek let his tongue gently brush against the somewhat messy feathers, leaving a trail of saliva. The hide underneath his tongue pulled away, unused to the feeling. The crimson gently put a reassuring forepaw on the gryphons chest, and looked up.

"Relax. Just go with the flow."

"It's really, really unusual." Rythum stated.

"I know. Let me know if you want to stop, or talk, or do something different..." He trailed off, turning his gaze back towards the gryphons' lower half.

Knowing gryphons, he was probably high-strung at the moment. More so since it was his first time. Ral'ek would savor robbing his virginity though. It was always cute when they finally found pleasure for the first time. And, well, since they no doubt had years stored up... when they did, it was quite the romp usually. His tongue went dry, and Rythum stared at him expectantly. He shook his muzzle, bringing himself back to the present.

"Sorry, a little distracted myself at the moment."

He got back to it. His tongue trailed lower, and lower, and lower. The gryphon relaxed, finally, but still, underneath the dragons' muzzle, he shivered with the contact. A scaled, bird-like forepaw found its' way to his shoulder. Ral'ek paused for a moment, but the paw pushed him further. The dragon chuckled for a moment.

"Works better when you put it on their heads, and push down. But, you're doing good." He reassured him again.

Two little round orbs filled only part of his vision, but all of his focus. Too plump, looked overfull, and eager to be emptied. He looked down a bit. The fuzzy little tube of flesh that was his sheath was filling out already. A quick glance into the darkness within showed his rod surging to life already. Even if his mind didn't know what to do, his instincts sure did. Taking a bit of a chance, the dragon slathered his balls with attention. Wet, fleshy tongue dragging over them again and again. Rolling them around, and then pausing for a moment to watch the gryphons rod fill out further. He took them into his muzzle, and sucked gently as possible. The reaction was immediate, Rythum giving a soft squawk. Music to his mind.

"Seen that before, but... it feels really, really sensitive now. Are you going to...?" The gryphon trailed off as the dragon relinquished his treat.

"You'll find out soon enough. Don't worry." Ral'ek was getting into it, to say the least. But, he was impatient.

"Ah!" Rythum didn't squelch his squawk at all.

Ral'ek took the birds' meat down to the root in a single go. His nose bumped up against the fuzzy little orbs that had been in his muzzle not moments ago. Wasting no time, he pumped his muzzle up and down on the rod. The gryphon shifted onto his back, and the dragon didn't miss a beat. His forepaws kept the gryphons' back legs from clamping down on his head, too. It was exquisite, watching Rythum writhe underneath his paws. A quick glance showed that his own rod was enjoying the show, too.

"Ah, Ral'ek-" Rythums' words devolved into an unintelligible squawk or three.

Every bit as quickly as the crimson had engulfed the birds' rod, the gryphon pulsed into his muzzle. Birdseed shot onto the back of his throat in thick, creamy spurts. It tasted immensely salty, and the smell wafted out of his muzzle. A tiny amount backwashed onto his feathers, but the majority found its' home in the dragon stomach. Still, it caused a bit of a mess, some of it dribbling down his chin. He continued cleaning the rod until the gryphon begged him to stop.

"Ah, p-please no more!"

Ral'ek half-frowned, before letting the rod slip out of his muzzle.

"Aww. Well, want to try another bit of fun?"

"...what do you mean?"

"That felt good, no? Perhaps you'd like to try another entrance instead?" Ral'ek guided him along.

"Another entrance? Your nose, or. Oh." He cut himself off as he finally realized what the dragon was getting at.

"Lemme lube up first, though. Trust me, it'll feel easily as good as this."

Rythum watched the dragon as he sifted through his things. He didn't have much grace about it, dumping everything onto the bed. The off-green bottle stood out amongst the paperwork and various little concoctions. He grabbed it, already popping the cork off the fresh bottle. For a moment, the crimson ignored his charge, instead focusing on getting himself prepped. With Rythum watching, he dipped his tail into the bottle, and then nudged it back, guiding it...

"That's what you meant? Odd use for a tail." The gryphon commented, lounging on his side.

Ral'ek hissed, ignoring him for a moment. The flight here had him tighter than a bear trap. Lube helped, but it could only do so much. He withdrew his tail from prodding at his ass, already dumping more lube onto his paw. Dragging the tail through it, he rubbed it in some more. Balancing on three paws was a bit difficult, and with more lube on his forepaw, he didn't let it go to waste. Already, his rod was out, erect, and more than ready for use. Rythum wouldn't be wrapping himself around it any time soon, but... a little fantasy never hurt.

"Ah!" With the added lube, his tail finally popped in. He was very, very glad for the taper.

"Are you hurt?" The gryphon was already scrabbling to his paws.

Ral'ek shook his head, and grit his teeth. If it weren't for the distraction of his soft forepaw on his rod... it may have been a bit much. Still, though, he made it work. Lube oozed down his tail as his ass clenched down on it. Any tighter, and it would have been impossible. But, for as vice-like as he had been before, he was loosening up well. A paw on his side startled him.

"Wuh?" His muzzle swung to the side, only to almost hit Rythum.

"Well, it looks like you're having difficulty fitting that into you. So, let me lend a helping paw..."

No sooner than Rythum was grasping his tail, did he begin to help a bit. He wasn't dumb, and coordinated his own efforts with the dragon. That little bit of extra force was all that was needed. And with the gryphon to lean on, it was that much easier for the crimson to focus on his own pleasure, if only for the moment. Messy squelches and slaps resounded from his backside. Even with all the lube, he could feel every nub, bump, and fine scale on his tail. With those features pushing into him, it made him savor the moment. Just him... and the gryphon. But, there were better things to do with a partner around.

"That's-" he panted heavily. "enough."

Rythum let him withdraw at his own pace, watching with eager interest. The dragon had stuffed so much of his own tail into himself, and yet, there was something else he wanted to do. A quick glance confirmed his thoughts. His own rod, despite having blown moments ago, was ready for more. This bit of play was fun, and if Ral'ek was enjoying it, then Rythum could, too.

"Would you like it if I took your rod into my beak, I mea-"

"Lovely idea, but no. Beaks are really rather sharp. That being said, there are a few coverings that you can purchase that'll help with that. Besides the point though." Ral'ek cut him off.

"Tongue then?"

Ral'ek sighed.

"No. What do you think I was stuffing my tail up there for?"

"...for a bit of fun for you?"

Ral'ek shook his head. Another sigh, and then he spoke again.

"No, silly gryph. You're going in there next."

"Wha-?"

Ral'ek snarled, baring his teeth. Gryph would just have to be taught. He'd figure it out eventually, of course. But, the dragon had his own greed to sate as well. With his larger bulk, it was easy to push the bird over, onto his back. A bit of mess from earlier stained his feathers, but nothing a quick bath wouldn't fix. The crimson strutted the short distance to where Rythum had fallen. He was trying to get up, but the dragon was having none of it. A firm push, and he was right back where he wanted him.

"H-hey, calm down a bit!"

"You'll enjoy it."

Lust filled his form, and clouded his thoughts. Sure, it would have been better to let the bird figure it out. Sure, it would have been interesting. But, Ral'ek would much rather be on top this time. Even if he was still the one getting fucked. Besides, what gryphon had a dragon willingly ride them, anyways? A few feathers tickled his paws as he stood over Rythum. Lowering himself, he felt that familiar warm wetness on the underside of his tail. Another moment, and...

"Ah!" This time, it was Rythum doing the gasping.

Paws immediately grabbed his sides, scrabbling for a solid grip. He rolled his hips back, taking more of the birds' rod into him. A good stretch with his tail was nice, but there was certainly something to be said for the enthusiasm of a partner. And Rythum was definitely enthusiastic, too. Even with the dragon atop him, he was bucking his hips up in what limited range of motion he could move. Short, fast little thrusts. Sure, they didn't go too deep into the dragon, but Ral'ek was about to fix that. He looked down a bit, and licked the gryphons' beak.

"Told you. Don't have a heart attack though."

His warning didn't slow the gryphon a jot. If anything, it only made him speed up. Of course, the dragon was more than enjoying the ride, too. Dropping himself further and further down onto the breeding rod. It wasn't long until he felt the telltale fuzz of feathers and short fur grinding against his backside. Little fuzzy orbs slapping his backside with their momentum, too.

They fucked briskly, and both of them enjoyed it greatly. Cute little whimpers and moans coming out of Ral'eks muzzle, matched by short squawks out of the gryphons'. The bird felt on fire through Ral'eks scales. He might well have been, too, for as quickly as he was pushing into the dragon. For as tight as he had been earlier, it had dissipated quickly once he got into the swing of things. And Rythum was certainly getting the hang of it as well. But, with as quickly as he was going, he wasn't going to last long. Luckily, neither was the dragon.

"Enjoying it little gryph? Well, so am I. May want to close your eyes and beak if you don't want a sample." He crooned into the gryphons' neck.

It was all it took. A rising feeling of pride in Rythums' chest preceded that familiar feeling of tightness in his lower half. He could make a dragon enjoy himself. A dragon. His brain whirled over the thought again and again as his legs burned. It was the only thought that stayed in his head as the first pulse of many rocketed into the dragon. Ral'ek clenched his jaw as an intense orgasm flooded his senses. His own rod hadn't been touched since he mounted the bird. It was easily as intense as when he was with Malek. Jet after jet of dragonseed stained the gryphons feathers and beak. Rythum was too far into cloud nine to care much, though.

He felt on fire, and so did his partner. Sweat rolled down their forms. But damn, if that hadn't been a lovely first time for the gryph. If he displayed enthusiasm like that for the whole stay though... they might end up going through the whole bottle of lube, though. The crimson smiled, and let the gryph relax for a few minutes. It took a while for his chest to stop heaving. But, when he did, the dragon took that as a sign to get up. The rod popped out of his well-used ass along with a mess of bird seed. Most of it stained Rythums' feathers.

He nudged the gryph.

"Perhaps time to go clean up a bit? If you hurry, you'll probably find out how wonderful post-sex snoozing can be too."

"... alright. Tomorrow then?" Rythums' eyes sparkled.

"Sure, if you want to. And if Erion isn't already staking his own claim in my ass." Ral'ek snorted, a short chuckle falling out of his muzzle.

"I'm sure we could make something work. See you tomorrow, drake. It was... unique to say the least. Something I'd like to repeat, too."

"We'll see. See you tomorrow!"

Ral'ek had a smirk on his muzzle as he watched the gryph pad out of the room. Of course, the bird had a smile on his beak, too, but it paled in comparison to the dragons' toothy smirk. He'd come in unaware of just how much fun he could have with a male, and now... he'd left a bit more enlightened. The dragon had done a pretty damn fine job, if he did say so himself. But, there were a few things that needed to be unpacked. And, well... he really should have asked where the bath was.

"Gryph enjoyed himself. Definitely. Now let's take stock of stuff..." He rummaged through his things on the bed.

If he'd forgotten anything, it was way too far of a trip to go and get it now. More so since the gryphoness padded by his room.

"Leaving now. From the smell of things, you've already introduced yourself to one of my sons. Gave Erion a bit of a chat while I was in, since I didn't see you two together."

"Bit of a chat? What'd you say? I mean, I'm just here to-"

"Help? Yeah. I reminded him. Don't worry though, I'm sure you two will be getting quite intimate rather shortly. Perhaps not tonight, but afterwards..." She trailed off. Her grey-and-blue feathers shook as she preened herself.

"Well. If he's anywhere near as well-endowed as Rythum is, I'll probably be going through my stock of lube. It's not a problem though." He set another of the green-tinged bottles out at the foot of the bed.

"S'all good. Glad to see you're prepared, at least. Anywho, I'll be at least three days, perhaps a week. For my own sake, I'll be staying away until they've gone through their ruts completely. No need for an awkward egg-smashin'."

"At least you've got a plan if it does happen. But, I won't keep you. Enjoy your trip, miss!"

"And you enjoy your stay. There's food aplenty in the stocks, and at least one of them is probably stalking about in there now. Take your pick, it's all easily replaceable. If you're feeling generous though, I'm sure they'll help you season and salt the stuff if you bring them hunting."

"I will keep that in mind."

"I'm out! Already got my stuff, so I'll be off. Well, I'll pad by Rythum and Erions' rooms first, but this'll be the last you'll see of me for a time."

"Safe travels!"

And with that, she was gone, leaving the crimson dragon to his own devices. Of course, it was a little awkward with her son having bred his tail well and good, but it was fine. He started the work of moving the furs from the bed. There was no way, upon further inspection, that he was going to fit on that bed. Would probably have broken it too, if he tried. Still, the pile of soft things made for a comfy enough bed to rest on. Even if a little improvised.

"Nice enough gryph, I think." Ral'ek thought.

His thoughts didn't last long as he laid down for a moment. Everything in his bag was there, and a few extras besides. It took a moment to fill out some checkmarks and notes, but that didn't last long. The call of sleep more than overwhelmed his want to clean his scales. They'd be clean enough for later anyways... No sooner than he curled up, he was rapidly fading into a restful sleep.

"...Thought so." Erion padded by the room. His scent would be here later, but that didn't matter.

The dragon was there for his benefit, and for his use. But, there was no point in using him if he didn't need to. The gryphons' stomach grumbled. An itch between his legs distracted him even further. Food first, then... Well, he'd see about sleeping it off. Whatever. What could a dragon know anyways? Rythum may have enjoyed the dragons company carnally, but he was made of sterner stuff than that. He could weather it.

The gryphon dug into the salted meats first. They dried his beak, but a bucket of water more than quenched his thirst afterwards. Claws clacking on the floor meant his brother had the same idea. The thunk of a second bucket being set down didn't bother him in the slightest. Nor did it when he started speaking.

"Erion. Bit hungry this evening?"

"A little. More distracted by the dragon than anything else."

"He's a nice enough guy, you know. He mentioned some stuff about-"

"Rut, and being irritable, and about all the fun it could be? Yeah. Mum forgot she had books on the subject stowed away in dads' old room."

"I'm just saying you could let him help you out. It doesn't hurt at all, and feels quite good. And, if you're not interested in mounting him, he's got-"

"Enough about the dragon already!" Erion glared at his brother. They may have shared a similar coat of feathers, but damn if he didn't suggest things he already knew!

"I'm just... mentioning it. I feel a lot better today than I did yesterday, too. But, I'll respect your request." Rythum spoke quietly, and calmly.

"Good. Let's eat, and have no more of it until tomorrow."

They did just that, too. Both of the gryphons eating to their fill barely made a dent on the stores. Between the two of them, they only managed to devour half a barrels' worth. Rythum shoved the lid back, somewhat resealing it from the world. Erions' nostrils itched fiercely. It must have been that dragons' scent, or something else. He pawed at his nose, trying to banish the sensation.

"Something smell odd to you? Meat smells the same as it always does to me."

"Grrrh-" He scratched at his beak, and rubbed a wetted paw at his nostrils. It didn't make the scent go away. "I'm not sure whether it's you, me, or that drake. Going to go bathe."

The gryphon left his brother behind in the store-room turned dinner room.

"Not even a bath can get this sensation out of my head. Damn it." Erion swore as he padded out of the pool.

That really left only one option; to sleep it off. Unfortunately, that'd be difficult with wet feathers. Thankfully though, it did dull the sensation of everything being overwhelmingly sensitive. From his feathers to his clawtips, it felt like every sense had been turned up to twenty. After the bath, it was more like a six. It brought some relief. Other things kept bothering him, though. He walked at a brisk pace to his room. Rythum would probably be going to bed after poking into the dragons' room to make sure he was fine. He should do the same, if only to keep things somewhat simple. Overall though, things were only getting more complicated and frustrating.

"The smell is stuck in my nose, the sensation is crawling up my feathers, and now my rod is bugging me too. Gah."

Wet feathers or no, he was hardheaded. Already he'd covered himself up on his bed. Most of these he'd hunted and cleaned himself. A bit of stitching later, and he had a pretty basic blanket. A bit different than most quadrupeds preferred, but he was no ordinary bird.

"Gryph, Erion. You're a gryphon. Not a bird." He chastised himself. Even his mind was now working sideways.

Thankfully, even if his hide was wet, sleep found him quickly, giving him relief from all the overwhelming distractions. Even if it was only temporary...

Ral'ek awoke with a start. Somehow, he'd buried his muzzle underneath the furs, and now one was sticking to the bridge of his muzzle. A quick shake, and that was fixed. But, the thing that woke him up only struck his nose even more harshly. Scents on the air mixed together. He could pick out his own easily. And with the only other two here being the gryphons, it had to belong to them. It had been a while since he'd smelled gryphon rut this strong. Probably had to do with the fact that there were two of them.

"Damn. That's thicker on the air than a dragonesses' heat when I'm in rut..." He muttered.

He emptied what was left in a side pouch in his pack onto the floor. He could sort it out sometime later. One of the bottles in the bag, he slung it around his neck. Wouldn't be flying, so the worst it could do is bang against his legs. A moment later, and it was safely on his back. Best be prepared, in case the two were already on the prowl. Even so, considering his romp last night with Rythum... He growled appreciatively. Gryphons could be talented lovers, even if he preferred dragons like himself. Even so, his throat demanded water.

It took a while, but eventually he found the attached springs. Springs like this were amazingly common in feral homes, or equivalents. It was convenient too, for slaking ones' thirst. The taste was a bit thick with a metallic tinge, but it worked well enough. Just a bit of variety in the water, that was all. Claws tapping against the stone floor piqued his attention though. He flicked his tail as he kept drinking.

"Thirsty this morn? Well, don't let me being here stop you at all." It was Erion.

Water still dripping from his muzzle, he stared at the gryph as he drank his own fill.

"Sound a bit irritated today. Nothing I could help with this morning?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Follow me back to my room, and you'll find out which that is."

It was an odd way to put it. The dragon restrained a growl, if only for the moment. If the gryphon wanted to get under his hide, or leave marks on it, he was wrong if he thought the dragon would only sit there and take it. Still, he'd swing first. That much the dragon would allow. After that though, all bets were off. He stewed as the gryphon took his sweet time drinking the water.

His forest green eyes looked almost shocked when the gryph looked up and saw that the dragon was still there. Voice didn't betray it though.

"Huh. Well, you're still there? Come along then."

Ral'ek didn't say anything. It was a mask the gryphon was putting up, and it was piquing his curiosity. How much of this was him being irritated by the rut, anyway? What of it was his normal self? Even compared to last night, he was a bit different. Stressed, even, but not betraying it externally. Perhaps a bit of conflict brewed in his chest. Whatever the case, the dragon followed him through the corridors. The crimson would see his job done, and whatever happened, happened.

The room was nice enough. Few bits of decoration here and there. A large pelt hung on the wall. A few skulls besides. A candle or two, as well. A thick volume poked out from underneath his bed. It was kicked away from the dragons' gaze as he stood in the doorway waiting for permission to come in. He was no vampire, but it was only polite.

"Don't stand there like an idiot. Come in already. Or don't. I'm sure you're not here for my rough exterior anywho."

Ral'ek growled.

"Are you normally this irritated? While I'm here to help, I can't help but wonder."

"Shining example of personality I am. Of course this is my normal." It sounded like a lie. It probably was.

"Well. Regardless of whether this is your normal or not, let's take some of that edge off, shall we?"

The gryphon didn't respond, instead hopping up onto the bed, and lounging on his side. Already, his tip poked out of his fuzzy sheath. His balls looked even more full than Rythums' had. A bit more, and they'd look painfully full. Perhaps they were already. The crimson would let out a bit of pressure, at least...

"Let's start with something simple. I'm going to use my muzzle, and you're going to enjoy yourself. Or, at least try to. Whatever passes for enjoyment for you." He bit back the urge to growl. The pompous bird was irksome.

Erion clacked his beak, and preened his feathers. He'd wait for the dragon to make his move. The gryphon didn't need to wait long, either.

As irksome as Erion was, Ral'ek knew how it could be all too well. Random errant, irksome thoughts, irritatingly persistent erections, odd tastes and scents... It could all coalesce to make a foul mood. Still, even knowing these facts, he couldn't help but get a little bit peeved himself. Surely the gryph could at least ask for assistance. But pride was as pride could only be. An obstructionist, annoying emotion and trait. All the same, he padded forwards. The bed wouldn't hold him, but that wouldn't matter much.

"Here I thought you'd turn around."

"Not 'til afterwards. Then maybe if you keep up this charade of hardheaded bravado." Ral'ek threw his own barb back.

He waited, staring down the gryphon until he was about to speak. The crimson was having none of it, though. In a single, swift movement, he wrapped his muzzle around the gryphons sheath, rod, and balls, all at once. The response died in the gryphons' throat as a low growl resounded from the crimsons' throat. If Erion would stop squawking his opinions, it'd probably go faster. Still, he didn't threaten him too much. And his tongue slathered his rod, and the rest, with attention, bathing it in draconic saliva. The warm, wet maw around Erions' crotch felt too good to be true, and his body betrayed him.

"_Knew it."_Ral'eks' kept his thoughts to himself.

If the bird was all strut and no skill, then he'd lie there and enjoy it. And then he'd get to the bottom of this. Well. He'd more likely be giving the bird his ass, but still. Whatever was plaguing him would more than likely come out. But, that was later. The rod thickened in his muzzle, and he could feel the twin orbs in the gryphons' ballsack churning. Yeah, there was no way he'd let off steam by himself, and that was probably why this had been so awkward. He relinquished his treats to focus more on his main goal.

Not a peep from Erion, and he didn't dare to look either. He opened his muzzle for a brief moment, displaying the mess he'd made of the feathers there for all to see. Another moment, and the gryphons' rod was back in his muzzle. A sound reached his eardrums, but he dismissed it. The gryphon was still as tense as a violin string. A thick pulse shot onto the back of his throat. He worked the rod with his muzzle, twisting, and drawing it into his muzzle further. His tongue didn't stop either, wrapping around the rod, and gently stroking it. With as warm as his muzzle was, the rod felt even warmer. It was moments more until the bird blew his load.

"S-sorry!" It was the first word Erion had said this entire time.

Jet after heated jet rocketed into his throat, and he guzzled it down greedily. Try as Erion might to push the dragon off of his rod, Ral'ek was having none of it. There'd be too much mess on his bed if he did. Two heavy forepaws did an adequate job of holding him down until he was done. Didn't stop him from struggling though. But, as the thick, heavy pulses of seed died down, so did his fighting. He gave the gryphon a brief moment to relax, before pulling off of his rod. Muzzle had a bit of seed on it, but that didn't stop Ral'ek from speaking.

"I could have sworn you said you were sorry." He said it softly, not threatening Erion at all, and giving him plenty of room to back out.

"... I did."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Erion. Relax."

Despite his reassurances, the gryphon still looked panicked. But, he didn't look like he was about to bolt. Nor did he look quite like he did earlier, with the puffy, all-too-vainglorious exterior, either. It was a nice change.

But, he still looked frightened.

"Is something wrong, Erion? You can tell me if there is."

"It's wrong."

"What's wrong? Explain, and where'd you hear it?"

"What we just did. It's wrong, and now I'm going to rot from the inside out."

Oh, come on. Just where did he hear this from? Ral'ek grimaced.

"Who said that?"

"The books on reproduction I read. Our father-"

Ral'ek tuned him out as he noticed the volume under his bed that he tried so desperately to hide. Erion stared at the ceiling as he leafed through it. The thing was garbage, barely legible, and trite. Each page that the dragon flicked through caused the gryphon visible anxiety.

"Page 391."

"... and a male, laying with another male, is subject to all of the following:-" There was a whole list. The overwhelming majority of them were made-up. Ral'ek scowled as he read through it all. He stopped at a particularly relevant one.

"And if a male should take another into his muzzle, beak, or mouth, there are pathogens that will transfer, leading to the eventual death of both parties." He threw it.

"Erion."

"Ral'ek?"

"I can testify that the overwhelming majority of these are fake." Ral'ek turned his attention back to the gryphon, ignoring the discarded tome.

"What do you mean, fake? It's a reputable scholar."

"No. Note the year on this volume. Notice how it's almost three decades old? There's a reason for that, and that's because it's the last one he made."

"What does that have to do with anything? Science is still val-"

"It's the last one he made because he was no longer allowed to spread this filth."

"Oh... But what in it is false?"

"Only the majority of that page. And I'd wager the rest of it is like that as well. You're not going to rot, Erion."

"What about the rest, then? There's a little that is true, yeah?"

Ral'ek held his head in his paws and flopped his upper half onto the gryphons' bed. The soft furs distracted him from the raging headache in his head. But, not by much. Where to even begin...

"Here. There are a few I can list off. But, the thing is, most, if not all, of these are non-fatal, and, even then, curable as well. Some run their course in days. So... Nothing even close to what that volume says."

"So what you're saying is, all of it is false, then." Erion sounded a bit off. Hopeful, or was that something else?

"From the two pages I read, I can tell you that if the rest of the book is like that, then it is of no value to anyone. We'll leaf through it later, though. For... comedic purpose."

"...I'll defer to your judgment on this, and only because you have more experience than I in these things."

"It's good to do your own research. But, please take care of your sources. And, if you do want to do proper research on anything, then it is far better to have multiple sources. One book isn't nearly enough. Still, though. You do feel better than before, and could agree that felt nice, right?"

"Yes. But they-"

"Alright. So, if we ignore what they said, would you say that it felt enjoyable. And you don't feel like you're about to fall apart, right?"

"Yes. And no."

"Alright then. It's good to have a bit of concern for your health... but you also have to guard your mind as well. Against stuff like... THAT." He spat at the word, and shoved the accursed book away a little further.

"So, what do we do now?" It looked like Erion had a massive weight lifted off of him. From the look on his beak, it had been a crushing one.

"Whatever you want to do. With Rythum though, I let him claim my tail. If you'd like that..." Ral'ek trailed off.

"If it'll feel good, then sure, I guess. I don't know what to think at the moment, to tell you the truth." He still had a deflated look on his beak, but the facade of false bravado was gone.

"I'll let you choose, and you can take as long as you'd like."

As much as he wanted to stomp the book into oblivion, he didn't. He gave it more respect than it was due, smoothing out the wrinkled pages, and putting it by the doorway. It was Erions', after all. But, as much misinformation it contained, perhaps it would be better off destroyed. He'd give the gryphon that satisfaction though. Perhaps the forge, or-

"I think I'll take after my brother, for once."

"Yeah? Let me get the lube, then." Wait a minute. Where had it gone? He grasped at his neck for the band of cloth he'd used to hang it around his neck.

"Looking for this?" Erion shook the bottle vigorously, pulling it out from behind his wing.

"Sticky paws gryphon. Never even noticed. Let me have it, if you don't mind."

Erion was more than cooperative. It was a welcome change compared to earlier. But, Ral'ek was sure that there were other things that'd need explaining. And perhaps, changing as well. But, this was a nice enough start. The cork popped off easily, and just as before, his tail dipped into it with ease, despite the narrow neck.

"It had diagrams, as well. I wonder if those are accurate." Erion posited.

"Well, if you're thinking what I am... It's clean, relatively, most of the time. Nothing a quick bath wouldn't help with, though. Still, you'll be enjoying yourself too much to think about that."

Their chat was cut short as he plunged his tail into himself. He was surprisingly relaxed, for as tense as the conversation had left him. It was a good thing, too. Erion was going to enjoy himself, regardless of whatever misinformation he'd read. The dragon was going to make sure of it, too.

"That doesn't hurt?" Erion watched with rapt attention.

"Not as much as you might think. It'll be less after I'm lubed up proper, and then..." Ral'ek growled.

"Well. What's one more thing to disprove, anyways?" Erion rolled to his feet, stepping around the dragon.

"Rrrh, exactly."

The dragon didn't need as much lube as with Rythum, but he still felt unreasonably tight. Breathing deeply, he ignored the gryphon for the moment. He could feel his rod twitch with every heartbeat. Lungs were burning too, and he hadn't even gotten to the more draining parts yet! He'd be quite tired out after his stay. But, if he could at least help the two through a rather confusing rite of passage, then so be it. His tail grazed his prostate just as he decided he was prepped enough. Bolts of pleasure caused him to shake, and drop his paws back onto the stone floor.

"Uncertain footpaws, dragon?"

"A little. Happens when you enjoy yourself greatly."

Inch after inch of his tail pulled out slowly. Glancing back, he was a bit impressed with himself. Even with the brothers being rather well-endowed, it'd be no issue if they'd bottom out in him. His ass pulled shut just as the tapered tip of his tail withdrew. Walking was awkward as he padded towards the center of the room.

"Not going to use the bed? Admittedly, it's a bit small for a dragon, but..." Erion trailed off, following him.

"Don't want to break it. And besides, since you were so tense earlier, why don't you take the initiative this time?"

"Me? Well, if you want me to, then sure. No guarantees I won't leave marks on your scales from gripping them though."

"Nothing a bit of scale brushing won't fix. And besides, dead ones come off easily enough. C'mon."

He raised his tail, playfully taking the tip into his muzzle. Erions' gaze wandered lower. His rod stood out against his darker scales on his belly. It looked a bit like it hadn't been tended to in a while. Or rather, that he was enjoying this more than he let on. Either was fine, as the gryphon was going to see exactly what his brother had gotten himself into, for himself. As small as he was, he had no problems getting a grip on the side of the dragon. With his rod brushing against the smooth scales, he shuddered. Ral'ek looked at him expectantly.

"You would tell me if I was hurting you, yeah?" Erion clacked his beak.

"Yeah. You'd definitely hear me yowl." Ral'ek reassured him.

"Yowling is hardly a noise a dragon makes. Not quite the way I would have described it..."

It was a bit awkward with the gryphon atop him, but he kept balance for the both of them as he inched forwards. A forepaw lifted from his shoulders, and a moment later a wet warmth poking at his ass. It only took a moment for that forepaw to go right back where it had been. If nothing else, Erion was playing along. But, as he pressed forwards, it was a bit more than that. A cute squawk rolled out of his beak. He hadn't even inserted himself into the dragon yet, and already...

"Enjoying yourself already? Hotdogging is fine, too, you know."

Erion kept his beak shut, and continued on. The dragon was vice-tight, and it felt like if he pressed any more harshly, he'd break him. But, the taunting smirk on his muzzle told the gryphon all he needed to know. He backed up ever so slightly, and punched forwards. Hot, slick warmth enveloped his rod, and he forgot to breathe. Brain blanking out with pleasure, he basked in the sensations covering what little of his breeding rod that had pushed inside the dragon. It wasn't until Ral'eks tail gently smacked his tail did he come back to reality.

"Think that feels good? Well, imagine blowing a load inside, too. Keep moving, or I'll take matters into my own paws." It was half-suggestion, and half demand, coming from the dragon.

"So tight though..." Erion trailed off. A growl from the dragon only encouraged him.

If Rythum could handle it, then so could he. Books be damned. The sensations rocketing through his form only intensified as he pushed further into the dragon. Wings narrowed his field of view as they fluttered a bit, before folding themselves up. His own paws felt the dragon tensing up underneath them. But, the tight, almost milking passage around him was too intense. Too good to be true, and yet... The dragon was egging him on with a smirk still. He pulled his hips back, rod now covered in lube. If the dragon wanted a good pounding, then he'd get one. Consequences be damned.

"Rrr, that's it." Ral'ek let the gryphon take him as roughly as he wanted. Or as gently.

But, he definitely preferred it when they were vigorous. He used his tail to pull the gryphon deeper into him on every thrust. There was still a bit of hesitation, but it was quickly evaporating. It wasn't long until a pair of fuzzy balls were slapping his ass on every forceful stroke. The feeling of being stretched around the gryphons' rod was divine. Regardless of how large it was in comparison to Malek, it was lovely, to say the least. Just large enough to brush his sensitive insides, but small enough that Erion had no issues taking him how he pleased. And he was certainly taking the dragons' ass more vigorously than Rythum had. Though... that might have been because the dragon was on top at the time.

"Feeling -hah- tense, you don't mind if-"

"Anywhere you'd like, so long as you don't put your rod in my muzzle. Let it all go..." Ral'ek cut him off.

It didn't take that much longer, either. The forelegs gripping his side tensed up, driving the air from his lungs. For such a small gryphon, he had a lot of force. But, even those thoughts were driven from his mind as the gryphon slowed down a bit. But, with every thrust, their hips were meeting, and the bird was burying his bone to the root every time. Seconds of this slower, yet still quite intense, deep fucking, and the dragon was ready to pop. A cute little moan fell out of Erions' beak, too. Followed by rope after rope of hot bird seed being deposited right into him. Ral'ek rumbled his appreciation with every spurt. The poor gryphon slumped atop him, only bothering to hold himself atop the dragon, and continue pushing every spurt of seed further into the dragon. It was a while until it stopped coming.

Of course, that left the dragon a real mess, too. He was fine with that outcome, though. After a few moments, he shifted a bit. Erion got the hint, but not without a high-pitched whine.

"My legs feel like jelly, and I just feel so relaaaxed. Not to mention the cozy feeling around me."

"Perfectly normal. But, I'd suggest you get cleaned up. We still have a whole day ahead of us. Actually, perhaps both of us should get cleaned up."

"I don wanna get up..."

A smirk plastered itself on Ral'eks muzzle.

"And I didn't finish either. So..."

It was difficult to maintain his balance, so he didn't bother. Erion squawked when he crashed to his side. The feeling of his rod slipping about in the mess it made was a bit more stimulation, but still not quite enough... His muzzle though. That'd do the trick. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Erion poking his beak over his shoulder. His wings would protest later, but he folded them out of the way. If only so the gryphon could watch. Neck craning forward, he made it a show.

His rod felt neglected, but as soon as his lips touched the tip, a hefty burst of pre added to the mess there. Overwhelming stimulation followed as he engulfed his rod, right down to the root. The feeling of his muzzle, and part of his throat working it was a heady combination with the rod still inside him. Feeling the seed ooze out of him only added to it. Of course, Erion was rather stuck, and could only watch.

"Damn flexible neck..."

It couldn't have been longer than moments before he brought himself over the edge. He vaugely heard Erion chirping at the feeling of his ass rippling around him. But, the dragon disregarded that. After being rutted good and hard, and giving himself head after waiting for so long... It was far too much. Familiar tastes washed across his tongue, and were sucked right into his throat. From there, no doubt right into his stomach, too. His own essence put Erions' to shame, if he were to measure it all. But, it would have been best to keep the gryphons' pride intact. For now, at least. A bit of his seed oozed down his chin as the mess only grew messier. Now, he shared in the relaxation the gryphon was so enjoying.

"Wow." Erion commented, a single word.

"Rather handy, wouldn't you say? But, if you're still too tired..."

Ral'ek rolled to his feet, dragging the gryphon with him. Luckily, his forepaws remained wrapped around the dragons' sides, so he didn't move much. Neither did he protest as he waddled back towards the springs. If the gryph didn't want to remove himself, nor clean up, then he'd just have to drag him with him. Admittedly though, it was very awkward feeling his half-hard rod sliding into, and out of him still.

"Such a tease. Do you really want to go again, or are you doing this just to torment me?"

"Little of both. But, we definitely need to get cleaned up. I have three or four different batches of seed on me, so..."

The water was lukewarm, but did the job well enough. Of course, it finally convinced the lazy gryphon to uncork him, as well. The two didn't speak much as they bathed. Messy stains came off rather easily, either way. But, the dragons grumbling stomach reminded him that he needed to eat sometime soon.

"Worked up a bit of an appetite?" Erion asked. Even his voice was a bit less edged and cutting.

"Yeah, actually. Care to eat a bit?"

"Sure, why not..."

The two finished their bath, only to find Rythum padding into the room. Still sleepy-eyed, he took a moment to process it. But, when he did...

"Erion!"

"Rythum..."

"From the smell, I can see that you enjoyed the dragon as much as I did. What happened to last night, huh?" Rythum ribbed his brother.

"Urgh..."

"C'mon guys. I just want to get something to eat. Then maybe a bit more fun afterwards."

At his insistence, Rythum didn't rib his brother much more than that. It wasn't long before the three were eating breakfast together. The spiced and seasoned meat was appetizing, and agreeable to Ral'eks palate. Between the three of them, they finished off a barrel easily, and lounged about for a while afterwards.

"Hey Ral'ek?"

"Yeah, Erion?" Rythum perked up hearing the two talk.

"Sorry about last night."

"It's just business. People can be like that, and gryphons are no exception. Owning up to it though.." He rubbed the gryphons shoulder. "That's a real, quality trait."

"And here I thought you'd be like that forever." Rythum poked at his brother.

"Maybe. Maybe not. But, uh..." He trailed off.

"Well? Spit it out. The both of you have more than already plowed me, so speak with what you'd like to try."

"Except for beaks."

"Yes, Rythum, except for beak stuff..." Ral'ek stared at Erion.

"Well, it was such an enjoyable experience, I was wondering whether you'd be amicable to a second go, but, with both of us this time. And, maybe a couple of times at that." He laid his plans out.

It was about time. Ral'ek smiled warmly. If only all of his clients could warm up this quickly.

"Same as before. Don't swap from my ass to my muzzle, and we'll be good, no matter what you want to try. Well, other than a few things, but I'm sure you'd ask beforehand."

"I'm fine with sharing Ral'ek with my brother. But, which would you like though?" They chattered between themselves for a moment.

"Well. I mean. C'mere for a minute..." Erion had a smirk on his beak, and whispered something into Rythums' ears.

"Oh! Hehheh. We can ask him, beforehand."

Ral'ek let the two talk as long as they wanted. Luckily, that wasn't long. But, even with them whispering, he could at least guess at what they wanted. At least, at what they were whispering about, anyways. But, before he could open his muzzle to confirm or protest, they spoke up.

"Ass."

"Muzzle."

".. that was surprisingly simple."

Of course, it also meant the dragon was going to have a sore ass by the end of it if they wanted to fuck him this often. That'd be fine enough, though. The two gryphons advancing on him looked almost predatory. Erion also had that same bottle on him again, somehow.

"How do you even keep snatching that up from me?" Ral'ek was almost impressed.

"Dunno. Just good at it, I guess. Rythum!" He tossed the bottle the short ways to his brother. Luckily, he caught it.

"And I definitely know what to do with this." He padded by the dragon.

"Just try to keep it sanitary." The dragon sighed.

Erion was paws-on this time. Pulling his muzzle lower. It was clear what he wanted, and Ral'ek was more than ready to oblige. The sound of the cork being popped only distracted him for a moment. His tail flicked Rythum, and then went around him. Rythum was generous with the stuff, from the sounds of it. Good thing he'd brought multiple bottles of it. Erion didn't allow him long to ruminate, though, grasping his horns and pulling him lower still.

"Okay, okay, I'm getting to it..."

He smelled both his own scent, and the gryphons as he drew closer. It was clean enough, and he was glad for the bath they'd taken moments ago. It only took a moment for the rod to poke out of its' sheath. And completely without Ral'ek doing a thing. If he looked up, he'd have certainly seen a smirk on the gryphs' beak. But, right now, all he saw was a bunch of feathers and fluff. Along with one rather needy looking rod. He'd fix that, if nothing else. A wet forepaw landed on his tail, nudging it out of the way. His tongue trailed up the rod, earning a hefty dollop of pre, straight from the tap. Ral'ek should have known better. Once he showed them just how pleasurable it could be, it'd be a miracle to keep them off of him. Best to teach them how to pleasure themselves. But, that could come later.

Erion was impatient.

"mmph!"

All it took was a quick adjustment for the gryphon to shove his rod into the dragons' muzzle. Risky, and unexpected, but he managed to avoid his teeth. But not a glare from the dragon. Still though, Erion didn't much care at the moment. The warm, wet muzzle around his cock felt too good. And the sight of his brother climbing atop the dragon only egged him on. He wasted no time working his rod into, and out of the dragons' muzzle. He did allow Ral'ek a moment as the gryphon pushed into his ass, though.

"Looks like we're going to take ourselves a dragon today, huh? And tomorrow, and until mum comes back..."

"Yup!" Rythum chirped.

Oh boy. Ral'ek rolled his eyes. As if he couldn't take the two himself. He rolled his hips back onto Rythum. A whine rolled out of his nose, too.

"And look at him enjoying himself already too..."

If Ral'ek rolled his eyes any harder, they'd fall out of his skull. But, he obliged the two. They helped him along his own journey to orgasm either way. Would it be fun to let them claim him any hour of the day, though? Any time... any way they wanted.. The thought aroused him more than he wanted to admit. The feeling of fuzz and feathers in his nostrils brought him back to reality though. He suckled on the gryphons rod. Let's see how long they could last with a dragon milking them for all they were worth. And then some, too.

Luckily, they were too busy making moans and squawks of pleasure for them to keep up with the terrible role-playing dialogue. That didn't dampen their enthusiasm at all though. With Rythums' balls slapping Ral'eks ass on every thrust, and Erion claiming his muzzle, it was a bit much to do all at once. But, the dragon managed them both just fine. They eventually synchronized, making it even easier. It felt amazing to give himself to the pair, and let them do as they wished. Every stroke from the both of them dragged him close and closer to his own peak. But, as before, as soon as he was close...

"C-coming!" Rythum announced.

Just moments later, pressured bursts of birdseed rocketed into him. He could almost feel each pulse of the gryphons' balls as they rested against his ass. Rythum didn't allow him to bask in the feeling, though. He yanked his rod out, and a forepaw continued stroking him as he emptied himself out on the dragons' ass. Each spurt only added another layer of stickiness. Erion wasn't far behind, pounding his load into the dragons' stomach. His own needs were forgotten for the moment. Still, he was far too busy pleasuring the other two to bother.

Erion didn't last much longer than his brother did. But, there was one thing they shared in common. Their enthusiasm for another go. Ral'ek licked his lips as the gryphon pulled himself from the dragons' well-used muzzle. A token shot of seed stained his muzzle.

"Aww. Is that all you could last? And here I thought you'd both last longer after your firsts..." Ral'ek teased. Three could do this tango.

"Dirty talk aside... Do you mind if we both fuck your ass, at the same time?"

Ral'ek rumbled. Of course that was what they wanted. With their relative size differences, it shouldn't be that bad, but...

"Sure. Plenty of lube, and birdseed to help things along." He almost wanted to say no, but his curiosity and need to finish drove him onward anyways.

"Good, good. Rythum, you good for another go?"

"Of course I am."

Ral'ek stayed where he was, lowering himself downwards a bit. Whomever was on bottom wasn't going to get as much leverage, but that was their worry anyways. He let them negotiate for a moment. A smirk tugged at his muzzle as Erion crawled underneath his legs. He bumped against his rod a few times, and the feeling of fur and feathers on it was heavenly. But, he resisted the urge to blow then and there.

"Comfortable down there?"

"Not quite, but it'll do. Bend down a little Ral'ek."

This was going to be a bit complicated, but he could make it work. Or try to, at least, anyway. He growled as Rythum clambered atop him properly, keeping out of the way of his brother. If only for the moment.

"Ral'ek?" Erion clacked his beak below the dragon.

"Yeah?"

"Promise me that you'll make us stop if we end up hurting you, alright?"

"Sure. My ass is going to be sore afterwards, but during shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright..."

Erion? Concerned? It was definitely another side of the gryphon. He didn't have long to ponder it though, as he felt the gryphon tense up a bit. The swishing around of fluid in the bottle was all he needed to know, though. Another smirk, then a smile.

"Bit cold on your rod, Erion?"

"A little. If it'll help though..."

Rythum rubbed the stuff into his brothers' rod, then added a bit more to his own. Lube would help a lot for what they were planning. But, he could only hope that the stuff didn't cost that much. Already, they were down to half a bottle, too. Luckily, that was a problem for later. Ral'ek was blissfully unaware for the moment. His brothers' rod practically gleamed with the amount of the stuff he put on. It was a bit odd, but necessary.

"Good enough? I can't tell, obviously."

"Should be. Give it a go."

The wet feeling poking at his entrance was already familiar, but it was soon going to become a reoccurring theme with the two. Still, it'd be enjoyable. Probably. Erions' rod slipped into him easily, making messy squelching noises as he sank into the dragon. He paused for a moment, and began to move slowly. Ral'ek dropped a little lower, helping things along. His rod rubbed against the gryphons chest feathers, enticing him to grind against the gryphon. Which had the handy effect of drawing more of his rod into the dragon. It wasn't long until he was bumping against Rythums' rod, too.

"Going to stuff mine in there as well. Ral'ek, don't hesitate to let us know."

He didn't give the dragon much time to confirm it, either. On one of Erions' out strokes, he gently prodded, until it too sank into him. The feeling of not one, but two rods inside him stuffed him to the brim. Any larger, and it'd be impossible. And, as it was, he'd be sore later. But... it was certainly a stretch. One he could grow to like, even. They alternated strokes, building up to a rhythm. The wet feeling of the seed already inside him sloshing around and helping things along as well was highly erotic.

"Damn. This may be the best yet, but damn if it isn't tight with us both lodged in there." Rythum chirped.

"Agreed. I feel intensely close already, too. But, I'm not going to blow until the dragon does."

"I'll last longer!"

Oh gods. Already the two were going to try to bring him over the edge before they did. That wasn't a tall goal, either. He cooperated with each stroke, and the movement stained Erions' chest feathers and fur with his pre. Already, he could feel thick dollops pulsing out of his rod. His internal balls churned, desperately making up another load to stain the two with. Though, as they were, Erion would be getting the bulk of it. He grit his teeth as he rolled back again. They changed their pattern. Now they were both fucking him in earnest. Any semblance of coordination was lost.

The feeling was too much for the dragon, and for the twins too. Each thrust only brought him closer and closer to his finale. His sensitive, well-abused innards were sending electric bolts of pleasure up his spine, and right into his brain. The orgasm started in his brain, and trailed along his nerves elsewhere. His whole body shook, and when his orgasm finally hit his rod, he saw stars. Another explosion of pleasure, reverberating with every pulse of seed that shot out of his rod. He vaguely felt the other two chirping their own pleasure. But, he couldn't focus on them at all. The only thing he could focus on was that wonderful filling in his ass, and his own internal balls being thoroughly emptied. A forepaw stroking his rod only added to it.

They were a mess. A massive, scaled, feathered, and furred mess. Both Erion and Rythum remained lodged in the dragon, rods still stiff as could be. With his ass stretched to this point, seed leaked out of him around their cocks. But, he didn't want the feeling to go away. He rolled to his side, the gryphons scrabbling to hold onto him, and keep their wonderful positions.

"You really have got to tell us when you do that. I don't much like being pulled around suddenly." Erion grimaced.

"Maybe. No promises. But, you guys did a number on me. A mid-afternoon nap sounds great to me, to tell you the truth."

"I mean, I could go for a third go." Rythum piped up from somewhere behind him.

"Dammit." Ral'ek sighed.

"I mean, we both have you all week. Perhaps longer, too..."

Ral'ek could only relax, and wait. It would be a long week, but.. it would probably be immensely enjoyable, too. Of course, he'd have a decent bit of explaining to do to Malek, too. Meh. Didn't matter. The bronze would be enjoying his ass too, if he were here. Perhaps not at the same time, though. He breathed deeply, and closed his eyes. The gryphons could wait at least a little while longer. One thing was sure though.

His ass was a bit sore, and he had no doubts it'd be more sore by the time he was done with the two. Perhaps he'd mount their mother, too. It was an idle thought, but one he could entertain later. It sounded like the other two were asleep already. If they were, he didn't want to bother them. The storeroom was as nice as anywhere else to sleep. But... he wished he at least brought some of the furs. This floor was damned hard.

-Fin!

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