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Xander the otter smiled as he wiped down the bar at the tavern where he worked. He and Krendius both were on the early shift this week, so their jobs were less about serving spirits and more about cleaning and prep for the night crew. The tavern served good food and was a popular destination for the locals as a restaurant, but it made most of its money from late night drinkers and folks waiting for their favorite brothel wenches to get off shift.

While work may have been boring that time of day, the otter was smiling because his life had been absolutely outstanding the past few years and he had some fun plans for that afternoon. He had been granted raise, found a jade tab worth millions in the street which he was able to sell legally and tax free, his place of employment had experienced its lowest rate of drunken fights since its inception, and he had been quite lucky finding blokes to mount him! All of this started about three years prior when he adopted a pet gryphon said to bring luck.

Ceylon was young at the time, still adolescent and just coming into his own as a mythical beast. He was dormant, obedient, and eager to please his master at first, which sort of defeated the purpose of having a gryphon for a pet. Xander was interested in Ceylon for the fact that he would grow into a huge carnal beast that he could fool around with and be wrecked by, the luck that he was said to bestow upon his owners sounded like hokum to Xander. After all, who needs luck when you have a massive, knotted beast to absolutely destroy one's hole? Once Ceylon was mature, he would fit well in Xander's rump.

So Xander was patient. He cultivated a relationship with the gryphon over the course of a year, finding Ceylon to be a bit more calm and well behaved than he had hoped. The hope was that Ceylon would take Xander whenever he wanted, or would happily mount him whenever the otter lifted his tail, but instead he got a creature more loyal and protective than a dog without any of the bestial desires.

This was disappointing at first, because even after the drake's balls dropped and he started to show an interest in sexuality, Xander had a hard time convincing him to mount and the few times that happened it wasn't all that rough. The disappointment didn't last long, however, because soon after Ceylon matured, Xander found that jade tab half buried out in the mud while trail riding.

A Jade Tab had the highest value of any currency, worth thousands of GC - gold coins - which in turn were each worth thousands of silver. When a single silver could get you a high end meal and drink at a tavern, and a jade tab was worth a million of that, it was understandable to be excited.

The gryphon had demanded they go out for a walk even though a storm was brewing. Xander, though a fan of water, didn't really feel like taking his pet out at this time, but Ceylon insisted until his owner succumbed to his charm and took the gryphon out for a walk. During the entire ordeal, Ceylon kept insisting they go off the trail they normally kept, and chose to relive himself near that jade tab, ensuring that Xander found it and was instantly rich. And only through the exact sequence of events to which his pet gryphon had guided him did he come to find that jade tab.

Since then, Ceylon has kept close to his master and had in fact brought all the luck in the world to him without ever bringing too much attention to the otter. Xander loved being lucky, but he hated being in the spotlight or having anyone knowing of his good fortune. He quietly paid off his home, indulged himself a bit, and kept his job where his positive outlook and work ethic got him promoted to manager. All was well in the otter's life, and then it got even better when Ceylon started acting beastly.

Given his original intention of being intimate with the gryphon, it was nice to see that after two years his pet had finally found the carnal desires deep within him. Ceylon had finally realized that he wanted satisfaction and that Xander was willing and eager to give it, so he quickly learned that all it took to bury his knot in his otter master was to nuzzle under Xander's tail while his sheath was plump with swelling gryphon cock. Sometimes it didn't even take that, for Xander would caress and peel back Ceylon's sheath to expose the dark red and purple cock within, sucking and rubbing it under his tail.

Things were pleasantly rough at first, with Xander taking the shaft every now and then and striving for the knot, but he found that the gryphon's thickest part was a bit beyond his capabilities, at least at first. As the days and months passed, Ceylon got increasingly insistent, gradually more needy, and his aggression amplified with each subsequent meeting to the point that Xander couldn't go a day without pleasuring his pet in one way or another. The more his rump was pounded by the drake, the looser and more needy it grew, until they got to the point where even Ceylon's massive knot could pop into the otter's backside and keep them tied together overnight - as gryphons were wont to do.

Xander was perfectly happy with this agreement between otter and gryphon. He lived his life, worked at the tavern, and made friends during the day, but at night he was Ceylon's. In exchange for the immaculate and immeasurable luck he brought his 'master', Ceylon was showered with love and affection as well as regular feeding and grooming alongside his on-call mountings.

To outsiders, Xander was an otter that cared deeply for his pet, but Xander knew in his heart that he was the pet, and that Ceylon was his master. He dedicated his life to pleasing Ceylon in any way he could, stopping at nothing to ensure that the gryphon drake was always catered to, sexually satisfied, and well fed. In the months leading up to this fateful day, he had even taken to dressing up in a maid's uniform to clean and present himself, ensuring that his 'pet' drake was always given opportunity.

So, with that waiting for him at home, Xander happily let his shift time itself out as he cleaned and helped prep the kitchen for the drunkards that would be populating the tavern once he left. Finally, as he saw the claw tick over to the hour mark, he lightly folded his towel and laid it down on the counter. "Kren, I'm outta here. Do you need anything before I go?" He always asked, just in case.

"Naw, I think I got this. You go have fun, the place will be here tomorrow when you come back. If we need you, I'll call." The fox flipped the chairs back to all four legs, having finished his sweep. He then came over to Xander to whisper at him. "I don't suppose I could swing on by after my shift to fool around with Ceylon, could I?" He had shared the gryphon a few times in the past, but it hadn't been for a few months so things had changed a bit with the gryphon getting more possessive and aggressive.

Xander shrugged a bit. "That's up to him. I mean, I can't imagine he'd say no to an eager and needy rump like yours, but I imagine he might be busy with me. Come by if you'd like, but I can't promise that Ceylon will be interested. You know how fickle he can be." He was trying his best to hide his reservation, for he didn't know what the drake would be like with a new participant like Krendius.

"Alright then! Maybe I'll see you after the rush. You go home, I'll see you around."

With that said, Xander quickly changed into his clothes and was on his way, shift over and the rest of the night open for him to enjoy. Things were going well and he was still in a great mood so he took a bit of a detour on the way home through the market to get Ceylon something nice to snack on. He knew that Ceylon was always happy to see him, but was happier when he brought him some high quality food. What shocked Xander the most was that Ceylon actually preferred normal person food instead of whole varmints or vermin, like most gryphons enjoyed. Sure, this meant that the food bill was often higher than it would be, but Xander was happy to pledge himself to his drake.

While at the market, Xander picked up a few big steaks that were already marinated, with herbs and seasonings on the side. He would have the smaller of the two, while Ceylon would devour the other on his own, probably after only a few minutes cooking. He liked people food, but still liked his meat rare or outright raw, sometimes. Peculiar gryphon behaviour, but Xander didn't question it since he still managed to have the best of luck and the most pleasant times when Ceylon was nearby.

Once he finally arrived home, he gave his signature knock to let Ceylon know it was him. When he heard a deep rumble of acknowledgment coming from inside, he stepped in and locked the door behind him. "Ceylon, I'm home!" He called out and waited for an answer. Then in a Pavlovian response he felt his loins swell a bit, anticipating all the lewd and rough stuff the gryphon would do to him.

Xander stood next to the front door, waiting for Ceylon to greet him and make his nonverbal demands. Mere seconds passed before the gryphon stepped out of the common room - once a living room, now Ceylon's personal quarters - and into the hallway staring the otter down. His intense gaze narrowed as he clicked his beak, licking in anticipation. Ceylon let out only the faintest of growls as he grinned, tail swaying from side to side as he looked down at Xander.

"Alright, alright. I'll wear the uniform." Xander conceded, rolling his eyes. "But first, dinner."

Ceylon lowered his body and growled as his eyes narrowed more. This meant 'no'.

"Oh? Not in the mood for meat? Alright, let me at least put it in the fridge." He didn't wait for a response, as there were few things less appealing than meat that went bad or was left out on the counter too long. Upon returning to the front door from the kitchen, he saw that Ceylon had already left from the hallway and was stepping in circles to get comfortable on his custom cushion, much like a dog would before finding a spot on a bed or blanket. The gryph kept an eye out for him, but was inactive.

This let him walk by the drake to the stairs that led to the upper level, which was Xander's personal quarters. The way the house was laid out was that the main floor was large, with a huge living room, bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom that was really just the laundry room. All of that was Ceylon's, with the gryphon having marked each room as his own. The top floor was only a smaller bedroom and a bathroom, both overlooking the living room beyond a balcony. Ceylon was too big to climb the stairs and didn't want to break the balcony, so it was the only place Xander was allowed to be alone.

Didn't mean that he ever wanted to be alone. Now that he was home, he had his second job to tend to. Despite working all day at the tavern by cleaning it and preparing it for the night shift, his night would be spent cleaning his home, puffing out the gryphon's bed to make it more comfortable, and eventually lifting his tail to the beast in case he felt any desire for him. None of this would happen in his work clothes, though. Instead, he slipped into a black and white maid's uniform with silken garters, high heels, and no panties. While wearing this, he grabbed some cleaning utensils and got to work.

Ceylon remained lazing about in the living room next to the fire, watching Xander as the otter went about his chores, clicking his beak and pointing when Xander missed something. He would chirp and chastise in equal measure, ensuring that his otter pet would be kept in line.

Xander kept working his tail off, picking up bits of dander and feathery down that Ceylon had shed over the course of the day. He picked up towels that had been left around, sorted the trinkets and pieces of furniture that had moved thanks to the gryphon's large tail, and eventually grabbed a brush to tend to Ceylon's body itself. This was his favorite part of his secondary job, because he got to get in real close to the drake's groin region, focusing on the sheath and balls a bit to hopefully trigger his more carnal desires. Of course, he couldn't just dive in, he had to build up to it.

So, once he had completely dusted and swept and cleaned the rest of the house to Ceylon's picky standards, he crawled up onto the bedding next to Ceylon with a nice brush. "Alright, on your belly." He commanded, secretly wishing the gryph was in a grumpy or dominant mood and didn't want to do as told. Those were always the best and most aggressive mountings.

To his disappointment, however, his pet rolled over onto his belly with his wings spread a bit while looking over his shoulder. This allowed Xander unfettered access to the bird's hindquarters - the feline areas with fur. "Alright then, good boy." He said as he crawled up and straddled Ceylon's haunches. From there, he was able to gently but persistently comb down the spine, over both sides of his flank, and even the first bit of tail that was jutting out behind him. He slowly slid back and brushed over the hips and thighs, eventually coming to brush the back end of his legs where tail met rump.

The hopeful part of him tingled in anticipation as he lifted the tail and brushed inside the cheeks, parting the fur from Ceylon's plump, equine-like pucker. His first instinct was to bury his snout in it, licking and tasting the gryphon's flesh, but he knew he wasn't allowed to do so until he had been invited to do so, or he'd get a scratch or a bite from him. Not something he wanted, so he instead teased by brushing really close without touching.

While this seemed to appeal to Ceylon a bit, no moves were made to demand more attention to that region. In fact, the exact opposite happened, as he rolled onto his side and lifted a leg, exposing his belly, sheath, and balls. Once again, this was not an invitation to fondle, but a demand for attention.

As commanded, Xander smiled and lightly ran his brush through the fur surrounding Ceylon's sheath and other genital regions. He was careful to be kind to the gryphon's belly without making any explicit moves to peel back the sheath or slip a finger inside. As he was doing so, he was surprised to feel Ceylon's beak run itself through his hair as his gryphon purred and chirped at him. This felt quite nice, and sent a tingle down Xander's spine as he felt he was being rewarded for a good job.

Problem was, this only lasted a few minutes before Ceylon rolled back onto all fours and fluffed out his feathers and fur, stretching and getting into position. He then turned and burrowed into the trunk next to the fireplace, pulling out the leash and collar. He wanted to go for a walk!

"Oh, I didn't know that's what you wanted, but okay. Let me go get changed and we-" He was interrupted by Ceylon squawking and standing between him and the stairs to the second floor. "No? You d-don't want me to change?" This was both naughty and quite exciting for him, but he didn't like the idea of giving that away or confessing his desires so he simply blushed and bowed before his pet, remaining in place to await the beast's blessing.

Ceylon reared his head back to toss the leash and collar over Xander's neck and shoulders, then stepped back to wait while his otter pet put the collar on. Once done, the gryphon stood up tall and grabbed at the end of the leash while bounding from left to right feet, waiting to head out for a walk.

Xander found it so cute and a little intimidating how his pet - clearly the dominant of the two - could be both aggressive and in control, yet also so giddy and cute at the same time. It was like Ceylon knew he couldn't really go out on his own without his 'master' there to walk him, but also knew that if the gryphon pet wanted to go out, they would go out. In the end, Ceylon was in control, but knew that he still relied on Xander for permission or agreement due to his status as a feral beast.

He quickly came to terms with the fact that, while they would definitely be going out before dinner, Xander was going to be stuck wearing the maid outfit that he used when cleaning the house and combing through the regal beast's fur. He didn't mind this, but didn't anticipate having an explanation as to why he was being walked by his pet in a maid's uniform.

Luckily, it was late, so there wasn't likely to be many people hanging around the park he liked to visit on the trips. Knowing this, he happily made his way out the front door with Ceylon leading the way, guiding him by the leash as they went down the long and winding road away from the city center.

It was in fact getting quite late, as the sun had gone down and the only people they saw were neighbours and friends who happened to be coming out to put garbage by the road to be picked up. The ones nearest their home knew about Xander's kinky behaviour so none questioned why Ceylon was guiding his 'master' down the road, and the park was only a few blocks away so the risk of exposure was minimal. The park itself was rather bleak and empty as well, so that was good.

From there, They did their usual loop around the outer pathways of the park through all the wooded areas. This park in particular had a big open area in the middle with a jungle gym, a nice picnic area, a splash park, a winding creek throughout, and a few different open walled cottages for family events. All of this was lined around the perimeter with trees so that, when in the park, the outside world was basically blocked off and hidden. It was peaceful and serene, until Ceylon and Xander arrived.

About half way through the trek around the perimeter trails, Ceylon stopped to tug a bit on the leash, forcing Xander to halt in place. He stood tall and glanced down over the crest of his beak as he grinned, a bit of drool trickling down out of the crook of his maw. His wings were partially spread and one of his forelegs was raised, talon up and folded by his chest.

Xander knew what this meant, but didn't want to give in so easily. He often resisted a bit to make the gryphon be rougher and a bit more forceful with him. This always came with some inherent danger, as Ceylon could easily claw him up or bite down, but in the years together, they had never been truly hurt by their rough play. Xander often ended up sore, but that was sort of the point, really.

He tried to keep walking only to have the collar choke him a bit followed by a forceful tug that made him stumble backwards. Again, he tried walking forth, but Ceylon lowered his raised talon to yank the leash back and force Xander onto all fours before him. This gave the otter a clear and direct view under the gryphon;s belly, where he caught a glimpse of a glistening shaft poking out of the meaty shaft, a single drop of natural, musky lubricant drooping down from the tip.

The more adventurous side of him wanted to turn and make Ceylon chase and pin him down, but the obedient and cock hungry side of him coaxed him to crawl forth between the drake's front legs and get on his knees. There, he cradled Ceylon's sheath and leaned in close to get a good sniff at the powerful and musky scent emanating from the area; the aroma was so thick that he could practically taste it even as he struggled to gain the brazen nature needed to go ahead and have an actual taste.

Ceylon gave a gentle tug on the leash and bucked gently, the motion peeling back his sheath and nearly stabbing Xander on his cheek while a single strand of his precum drooled down onto the dress that crinkled around the otter's thighs.

That was all that was needed to instigate the more ravenous side of Xander. He leaned in and wrapped both hands around the base of the gryphon's cock tip, wincing a bit as he felt the backwards facing barbs poking into the crook between thumb and forefinger on each hand. Hungry, he gaped his maw open and wrapped his lips around the tip, using his tongue to taste and cradle as he sucked.

His gryph seemed to like it, because he responded by bucking again and growling deeply, his beak clicking and belly rumbling in desire. Just as Xander was really getting into the joys of using his maw to please his drake master, Ceylon pulled away and turned so that his groin end was behind Xander. Before the otter could protest, he was pinned to the ground by one of Ceylon's powerful front talons, forcing him into a position with rump up and chest down, leash still tugging at his neck.

Of course, this had only served to stoke his desire even more. His cock swelled within the frills of the maid's dress, and he instinctively widened his stance to both prepare himself and expose his rump to the gryphon's quickly swelling member. He couldn't help but lightly whimper as he wrapped his arms around Ceylon's other front talon for extra leverage, which was in turn met with a nibble at the back of his neck as his gryph growled at him, telling him to let go. He obeyed and waited.

Ceylon gave one final nip to the nape of Xander's neck while still pressing much of his weight down on the otter's back. His hips bucked and his swollen cock spurted thin gooey strands all over the maid's dress and the otter's rump,soaking him from the underside of his tail to his knees and all places in between including the glistening ring that dangled off his taint. With a few more bucks and flexes of his pelvic muscles, the drake was able to aim his member at the plump and tender tail hole of his otter bitch, the splayed out yet soft barbs tickling at the flesh in circular waves that pulled his shaft inside!

This was something new to Xander; he had enjoyed the rough mating of Ceylon in the past, but never a gentle caress of barbs tickling at his pucker. He smiled and melted a bit as he waggled his rump back to swallow some of Ceylon's member, but this seemed to once again urge Ceylon to buck and slip into him, the entire length of shaft plunging deep in one go, which in turn made Xander bite down on his wrist to keep himself from crying out. The shaft was thicker than his forearm and was adorned with ridges and barbs and a tapered, tear shaped tip, so he felt every bump and valley along its length.

More luck for Xander had Ceylon not forcing the knot in, for the bulges only slapped against his flesh and splashed the fluids there down onto the dirt. The drake then adjusted himself and bucked again, a full shaft lengthed thrust from tip to knot.

It was that very moment that a bunny jogger decided to hop on by, eliciting a growl and a snap of the beak from Ceylon. She glanced down but didn't stop running, instead simply going around while making a wide berth between her and the two of them. All the while, Ceylon kept bucking and grinding against Xander's rump, enjoying his flesh while growling at the jogger until she disappeared around the next bend in the trail through the trees.

"C-Cey, do you think maybe it'd be better if we did this at home?" Xander suggested. He only said it because he felt it was the right thing to suggest; he could have stayed in the park for fun with ease and wouldn't have had a problem with being shown to all the onlookers and passerby as his gryphon's bitch.

But despite his lack of commitment to this plan, Ceylon seemed to agree. The gryphon gently released him from under talon as his sheath sucked up his cock right out of Xander's rump, leaving the otter's tail hole exposed and tender, but not yet fully wrecked. This allowed him to get to his feet, and be led out of the park and back home with a slimy concoction dribbling down his thigh with every step.

Returning back to the home took only a few minutes as they were only a few blocks away and Ceylon seemed to be in a hurry. While they walked, Xander could see that the knot was still swollen deep inside, the many lobes pressing out against the loose flesh that contained it. This kept him hard and eager for what awaited him, for he knew that on this night he'd be rendered unable to walk.

Back at the front of the house, Xander was forced to fumble for the keys since Ceylon wasn't dexterous enough to do such things. Once the door was unlocked and open, Ceylon forced Xander through the frame by pressing his beak against the small of the otter's back, guiding him into the living room that the drake treated as his nest.

There, Ceylon didn't give Xander more than three seconds before pinning him to the ground and digging his claws into the otter's haunches as he tugged on the leash. It was clear that Ceylon was in charge here, for the tightness of the collar around Xander's neck was a reminder of that, accented by the light stabbing of claws on his shoulder and neck.

To most this would have been frightening and dangerous, but Xander lived for this. He loved succumbing to the utter strength and dominance of his pet, even if he was the pet and Ceylon was the master; this was precisely why he wanted this gryphon in the first place, and he had every intention of indulging Ceylon's every whims. That was why he simply flopped down on the bed, leaving his tail up and pink rump flesh exposed, the precum from earlier trickling out of him.

No words were needed to invite Ceylon to this tight little otter hole. Ceylon quickly assumed the position needed and started wildly bucking once again, more strands of the precum shooting all over Xander's backside like a web. Some of the warm fluid shot directly on the plump flesh of the otter's rump, which made him tense up and pulse his pucker a bit to smear it all over the flesh there. Then, with one well guided motion, Ceylon stepped into Xander and buried himself to the knot again.

Xander threw his head back and cried out as his lower jaw trembled. Unlike the brisk encounter in the forest where Ceylon lightly prodded and tickled at the opening with his barbs before plunging in, this time the drake just stabbed with all his power to force his length in without any care or concern for his bitch's needs. In an odd way, this was even more appealing to Xander as he knew he could handle it.

Ceylon seemed to know this, and refused to hold back. Immediately after plunging his cock in to the top of the knot in one go, he pulled all of it out save the barbed tip and did it again, only this time he started grinding and gyrating his hips as he slammed into Xander. Again and again, he bucked and grinded, bucked and grinded, then just kept grinding into the otter as his knot slowly compressed just enough to start to slip in through the tight little hole.

Well, it wouldn't be tight for much longer.

This was not the first time Xander had experienced what it was like to feel Ceylon force that knot into him, and it wouldn't be the last. One thing he had learned in the prior months was that it was best to relax and let Ceylon do what he wanted until he was done. Despite the girth - and more importantly the growth and firmness that came later - the gryphon had never hurt him, so he knew to just relax and enjoy the best he could. Of course, this just further relinquished any sense of agency he had in the situation, but that was the point in all of this so he didn't mind.

The gryphon kept at him, offering one full-length thrust after another, the girth and bulbous tip pounding his rump and softening him up a bit every time. Gradually, Xander found himself struggling to push back and grind his own hips back; it was an attempt to regain some control and help force the throbbing yet not yet inflated knot into him, and it seemed to be working. As he pushed back, Ceylon picked upon this and arched his back to press his six lobed knot against the otter's hole.

Unlike the prior times, which served as warmup, this time Ceylon didn't stop or pull back. Instead, he pushed down even harder on Xander's back and started grinding in shallow movements, his knot rolling and twisting against the resistance of the otter's tender rump. This didn't last long, and after only a moment of idle grinding and gyrating, the first two lobes of the knot lurched in, widening Xander just right while loosening him enough to fit more.

He grunted, he whimpered, and he cried out a bit as he felt his tail hole opening up for the force that came from the gryphon's knot, but he knew he couldn't clench. He couldn't tense up, and it would be a bad idea to resist. What he needed now was to relax and enjoy it, to enjoy the sensation of having himself get forced open like that. This may have been too late for him, as Ceylon quickly bucked once again, popping the entirety of the knot so that the gryphon sheath was pressed tight against Xander's plump hole and inner thighs, the tip bulging out in his belly.

"A-Aaaah....ooooh. Hnnngph." Xander called out, whimpering and grunting as he felt the knot swelling inside him, locking he and Ceylon together. He clutched at the fabric of the nest he was pinned against and bit down on Ceylon's ankle as his body started moving in waves, tugging and clenching upon the bulbous knot lobes, squeezing perfectly to keep the tie.

Things seemed to be going quite well for Xander, as he was growing more comfortable and satisfied with each passing second. The cumbersome lump of gryphon flesh that was resting just inside his rump was throbbing as it pumped seed into him, and his body was not only adapting but learning to love it, at least for a few moments.

Right before he felt the final throbs that would inflate the knot to its full girth and firmness, his pet pushed down on him and tugged, tearing the tie apart and ruining his hole even farther. Xander tried to clench and keep it from coming out, but he quickly learned not to do that as it just made it feel worse for him! Once he relaxed and whimpered into a state of complacency, Ceylon was able to yank his cock from the otter's hole with a glorious pop followed by a gushing eruption of seed that soaked his inner thighs and the nest in which they rest. This left Xander whimpering and muttering incoherently.

Ceylon didn't pull out, though. The knot had been yanked from the depths of the otter's rump, but the shaft and barbed tip remained inside, throbbing and tickling while Ceylon offered the most shallow of thrusts that slapped the knot against him once again. Just like every other one of the gryphon's actions, Xander had only a moment to get used to that before he once again slammed his hips into the otter, forcing the knot to burst through his hole and swell inside him once again followed by another tug that yanked it out with another splash of fluids.

Xander's eyes went cross as he stifled another whimper and grunt, his hands still clutching at the fabric. He could tell, in that brief second after the second knot penetration, that this was about to get remarkably rough for him, and that he was going to love every minute of it. He relaxed his hindquarters as best he could, arching his back to better fit the angle of Ceylon's thrusts as he began to twitch and spasm around the girth of the shaft, pleasuring it and milking a spurt of cum before he had his gryphon pet slam into him once more.

From then on, Ceylon seemed to have no care or compassion for the flesh he abused. In and out went his knot, popping into the otter and tugging out with gradually increased ease. Every time the bulbous mass of knot flesh slipped through Xander's tail hole, the flesh and muscle grew a bit weaker and looser until he was able to thrust like a stallion, the entire length from barbed tip to massive knot all slamming into the otter's flesh with relative ease.

Much like any other knotting session, the gryphon's knot throbbed and pulsed at the apex of every thrust, pumping another spurt of musky cum deep into Xander only to be sucked and splashed out upon pullout. Again and again, that knot punched its way into the otter's tailhole, leaving him loose and weakened well beyond what was considered normal even for them.

Then, in one final and intense motion, Ceylon put all of his weight down on Xander and bucked his hips so hard that it felt like his tip had ended up somewhere near the otter's throat inside him. He stayed there as his knot swelled just a little bit more, making it hard as a rock and twitchy in orgasmic delight. He pumped wave after wave of his seed deep into Xander, making him feel bloated and inflated before finally stepping off his shoulders, no longer pinning him down.

Ceylon then reared back a bit and placed his talon on Xander's hip, holding him in place before gently tugging on his fully engorged member one last time, popping it out with one final gush of seed down the otter's inner thighs and down onto the nest. Content, Ceylon stayed there with his front leg resting on Xander's hip as he pulled out, leaving the tail hole gaping and leaking seed while he gave another gentle tug of the leash. All the while, Xander had actually forgotten about the collar!

While the gryphon's engorged knot was still swollen and spurting mess, Xander decided that he really didn't want to get the maid's outfit too messy. There were already webs of precum and drake seed all over the frills lining the underside of the dress, but he hated cleaning it and didn't want it getting sticky or crusty. In one brisk moment of lucidity, he quickly unzipped the maid's uniform and tossed it to the side, followed by kicking his heels off and peeling off the leggings he wore, taking a moment before each article of clothing to make sure that Ceylon approved. Before long, he wore only the collar connected to the leash around his neck.

Above him, he could both hear and feel the deep rumble of gryphon purring as Ceylon was clearly satisfied and happy. His cock was still fully erect, dripping gryphon seed while Xander's was also hard and leaking his own cum thanks to being so aggressively milked and explosively bred. He wanted to turn and suckle that cock to drain the gryph of the last of the seed while also cleaning up the mess - as was his job - but he just lacked the strength to do so.

Xander flopped down on his belly with his tail up to minimize pressure on his sore, gaping rump. His eyes were still mostly cross and he was unable to speak with any coherency, so he simply relaxed and opted to not bother trying to do anything. Many of their sessions ended like this, and Ceylon knew by now that post mating Xander was temporarily out of commission. Usually the gryphon just cuddled up next to him, preening gently and cleaning him as thanks for a good time, but not today.

Instead, Xeylon positioned himself above Xander like he was about to go in for another tie, but then shuffled back a bit so that his cock tip was resting against Xander's paw pads, the barbs tickling him gently. This gave Xander the bright idea to give a light footjob in his semi-placid state, but soon found that his hindpaws were getting smothered in warmth and wetness, like Ceylon was cumming all over them. This was a hot fantasy of his but the subtle and peculiar sensation of being wrapped up urged him to casually glance back and see what was going on.

At first he could barely make out what was before him thanks to his eyes being blurry from the rough knot riding, but as he blinked and cleared his vision while tugging and realizing that he was trapped, he was greeted by a sight which he was not prepared. Ceylon's massive cock tip had actually opened up and the head had swallowed both of his feet!

"C-Ceylon, what's going on here?" He asked, more curious than panicked.

The gryphon grinned and growled lightly, wagging his hips to tug on Xander's ankles. His cock throbbed and squeezed, the urethral shaft clenching in waves to suck a bit more of the otter into him.

The post orgasm bliss kept Xander from truly registering what was happening, so instead of yanking or kicking or resisting as the cock literally began to swallow him like a snake, he simply wriggled his toes and enjoyed the sensation of flesh wrapped around him mixed with the gooey, slick feeling of what he assumed was precum and seed rolling between his toes.

However, the gentle motions of his feet rubbing against each other and the shockingly soft and silken cock walls seemed to urge Ceylon froward a bit, the undulating gulping contractions pulling the otter's legs in up to the knees with ease, toes now squeezed tight around the knot as the cock grew. When Xander tried to pull one of his legs out, the walls clenched down and a sucking sensation could be felt, trapping him inside. The more he struggled, the tighter the walls constricted around him.

As the faintest hints of concern started to well up inside him, as he was beginning to think that this might lead to him disappearing somewhere inside the beast's balls. This was both hot and terrifying at the same time, so he didn't quite know what he wanted. In a moment of brilliance, he felt that he could maybe use his tail to widen the urethra a bit and negate the suction that he felt by introducing some air to the urethral canal that hungered for him, so he reached back and guided his tail tip into the opening between his calf muscles.

He immediately regretted this decision, as it quickly came to be clear that it wasn't working.

The cock's girth swelled even farther as the urethral walls clenched down around him, sucking on both legs and his tail, quickly slurping up the third limb like a noodle until all three were equal lengths inside. This made it easier for Ceylon's ravenous cock to clench down and fill in the gaps.

Xander could only casually accept what was happening. He wasn't sure if he should, or what would come of him, but he did realize quite quickly that the more he struggled the tighter the walls constricted him and the firmer the cock grew, which was a little uncomfortable. Instead, he felt the best way to deal with this gradually encroaching cock tip was to gently wiggle and gyrate his hips, rubbing his thighs and body against the opening.

As he glanced back, he could see that the cock had grown to massive proportions, with it nearly being the size of his entire torso both in length and girth. Sure, much of it was thanks to the bulge of his calves and the bottom end of his tail - all of which were shockingly comfortable inside - but the length and flesh mass was also growing.

This was of course quite exciting for him, so he rolled over onto his back with the cock head still inching its way up his thighs. Before long, he felt the warmth and moisture of the cock flesh rubbing up against his balls while the rim of the urethral opening pulsed and dilated before lurching forth and swallowing him up past the groin.

Xander wasn't much of a humpy sort of otter - he usually liked to be mated and abused - but he couldn't help himself from bucking his hips and grinding his erect cock up against the urethral wall that gulped him down. The flesh was silky smooth, yet still felt like it was textured just right against the underside of his cock tip, while the top was squished against his belly. The pressure and added constriction of the muscles around him made his legs even weaker than they had been prior.

Ceylon didn't seem to be paying the closest attention to Xander or his expressions, but still chose this time to buck his hips and force his cock to slide farther down Xander's body, the urethral passage clenching in waves while a suction tugged at him from deep within. The shaft of the steadily growing member had now swallowed him up to the belly and was still gulping, the silken walls massaging him from every angle while also ensuring he had no chance to escape.

By this point, Xander had just accepted his fate. If he was going to be submissive to his gryphon pet, then this really was the most extreme version of that. The only thing that comforted him was the thought that Ceylon had bestowed him with luck for so long that he knew deep in his heart that he was fine, and that no harm would come to him. With that fantasy in his mind, he wiggled and slipped both of his hands into the urethral opening next to his torso, allowing the cock to swallow him up more.

With another buck and a lurch from Ceylon', the gryphon's cock slid past Xander's arms, elbows, biceps, and even shoulders. Inside, the otter squirmed and writhed and rubbed his cock against the inside of the passage that constricted him, grinding as the pleasure tilted over and his legs bent downwards to emerge past a tight bend to what he presumed was Ceylon's ball sack. He again wiggled his toes to delight in the squishiness that rolled between them, but then was offered another powerful lurch as the cock muscles contracted around his shoulder to pull him in with another deep lurch.

His head slipped past the urethral opening as the glans passed by his cheeks and skull, the gaping flesh above him giving him one final opportunity to take in a deep breath of musky air, which tasted like a cloud of gryphon cum. This only made him shudder with delight as the leash gave one more tug, lightly choking him to resist the gluttonous gulps of the cock. His entire lower body had twisted so that his knees and feet were pressing down against the soft walls of the gryphon's sheath.

Then, as he looked up ad felt his body lurch deeper to squeeze past the tightness of the knot and Ceylon's torso, the gaping opening closed around him and everything went black, leaving Xander only to listen to the nearby gurgling and churning of Ceylon's nearby gut and the passive throbbing of the cock around him. With one final gulping motion, Xander was deposited fully in the ball sack, where he could taste the cum bath that had built up around him.

This was it for him, as far as he knew. As an otter, he was able to hold his breath for an extended period of time, but even he couldn't hold it forever. After a few minutes of being swung around and eventually squeezed as he presumed Ceylon had walked in circles and eventually laid down wrapped around his bulging balls, Xander finally exhaled and took in a breath despite being smothered by flesh and flooded by gryphon seed.

To his shock, he could somehow breath. No choking, no unpleasant sensations, no hacking or feeling like he was going to die, just a bit of tightness in his chest followed by an insatiable desire to nap.

Unable to resist the temptation for a bit of shut-eye, he nestled into the soft walls that held him and rubbed his cheek against the gooey slime that smothered his body. He could hear the beating of the heart and the gurgle of the distant gryphon belly, all white noise that eased him into slumber.

The next morning, Xander woke to the sensation of being wrapped tight in a warm blanket, with a thick and sort of firm pillow in his arms. His head was the only part that was touched by air, and this allowed him to blink himself awake to see the black and white fur and feathers all around him.

His first instinct was to simply assume that Ceylon had somehow released him from his balls and was cuddling him, but he noticed that as he moved and stretched out, he could hear a guttural squelch emanating from around him. Was he still somehow in the gryphon's sack? The only way to know was to rub his eyes clean and get a better look around him.

Doing so, he tried his best to lift his arm from around the pillow, but found that he was basically tied to it as the soft blankets around him were keeping him in place. This was odd, but the longer he worked at rousing himself from his slumber, the more clear things had become and the weirder it seemed to him.

The pillow he was hugging was not a pillow, but Ceylon's flaccid cock, and the blankets around him were not blankets, but the gryphon's meaty and heavy sheath. He was literally stuck inside his pet's sheath next to his cock, presumably ejaculated mid slumber and left there to cuddle.

Like a good pet owner and even better submissive, he dared not pull himself out of this situation or disrupt the gryphon's sleep. He was happy to snuggle up in the sheath and hug the cock, even if he was tempted to give the tip a suckle and start the whole process all over again. In the end, he simply relaxed and took in as many deep breaths as he could, inhaling and tasting the scent of gryphon seed with every one.

Before long, he found himself slipping back into another nap, where he would remain until Ceylon was ready to wake up and let him go to work.

Lucky indeed.