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"Damian, what have you gotten yourself into?" The winged canine asked himself as he gripped at the strap of his rucksack and glanced around. He didn't recognize the area he was in, and none of it seemed to coincide with the map that he'd bought in Klyneth before heading north towards the Great Sapphire Lake through the vast Emerald Woods.

His trip so far had been quite the success, as he'd been granted the freedom and time to do some globetrotting and soul searching in which was making the most out of the circumstances. His goal was to explore as much of the world and experience as many things as he could in his time across the great northern lands, and while he was only a few weeks into his personal journey, he had so far deemed the trip the greatest of successes. He had already seen the cottonwood with his own eyes, had climbed the Fang that Pierced the Skies - the tallest mountain in the world - but only made it halfway before the thin air stopped him from climbing any higher, and had visited Klyneth - the largest city in the world.

But now, after having returned for the second time to the Great Sapphire Lake north of Klyneth, he found that he was lost. Not just sort of lost where it might take him an hour or two to find his way back to the bar for another drink, but the kind of lost that would have him lose weeks of his time in the wilderness that was the Vast Emerald Woods. His most fortunate bit of misfortune was that all of the locations he had visited thus far were linked to one another, as Great Sapphire lake was surrounded on the west by the Fang and the Cottonwood, whereas the Vast Emerald Wood and Klyneth were on the east and southeast, respectively. If he ended up finding any of those locations, he'd be able to return to civilization and be on with his quest for personal enlightenment.

However, he was in a position where he knew that one wrong move would potentially make things worse. Though he had wings and could fly, the energy required to take flight was greater than he could risk losing; had he flown in the wrong direction he could end up too exhausted to hunt and too far from civilization to make it back without being prey to a bear or frost snake. The true problem was that, while he may have bought a rather comprehensive and expansive topographical map book, the land in which he found himself didn't seem to fit any of the maps he was looking at.

The particular and distinct rock formations of a nearby cliff overlooking a bend in the river and a small clearing within a nearby valley were very unique, yet he found nothing like it in the map book. He had scoured the many pages of it, had walked up and down the river and even scaled the peninsula styled cliffs overlooking the surrounding forest for some perspective, but saw nothing of note as far as his eyes could see. He truly was in a bit of a mess, at least as far as his scheduling was concerned.

Damian was not worried about survival as long as he kept on his feet and did his best to avoid flight, for he could hunt, had weeks' worth of bread and jerky, and enough wilderness survival training to properly build a fire and navigate the terrain. He was in no danger of perishing, but he had so much he wished to do in his vacation and so much land he wanted to traverse. Such goals were hard to obtain if he spent weeks wandering through the Vast Emerald Wood.

"Well, you've certainly done it to yourself, haven't you?" He asked himself as he folded up the map to neatly return it to the pages of the map book. He was in a nice little clearing surrounded by trees on all sides, with moss growing on the rocks and dirt beneath his feet. It was pleasant to his paw pads, the sun was going down, and he felt it was about time to set up camp for the night so he sat down and tossed his bag to the side before splaying out on his back with his knees up to knead at the moss with hands and feet both, enjoying himself before focusing on the important things.

After a few minutes of self indulgence, he finally rolled over and pulled at his bag to grab some jerky out of the side pocket. He could have hunted for rabbit or something, but jerky was better for him, at least for its weight. Dehydrated meat packed a lot of nutrients that were extracted alongside the flavor when chewed, so that could theoretically last him two weeks if he rationed it out.

He chewed on the slice of jerky and returned the bag of it to his sack once more, deciding it was now time to start the bonfire for warmth. The Vast Emerald Woods weren't the frozen wastelands of north Kerolioa, but they were frigid enough at night that he'd need to take precautions and it was imperative that he keep those paws nice and warm.

Collecting materials to create the fire was actually a bit harder than he had anticipated. Given his close proximity to the river and what he presumed was a waterfall that was making a light mist fill the clearing, everything was moist and damp and covered in mosses. This was fine for the sensation on his paws, but a nightmare for any attempts to start a fire. Luckily, he had the knowledge and tenacity to push through and make it happen, even if it took an hour to find the logs and another half hour to ignite them. Eventually, he found himself in a position where he was able to happily sit next to a gently crackling bonfire, rubbing his hands together with his wings spread to capture more of the heat.

Just as things were beginning to look up, he felt the light patter of rain drops on his head and wings as the soft sizzle of water evaporating in the fire could be heard. As he looked to the sky, he saw that clouds had begun to move in and grow darker, blocking out the last of the sunlight in the process. Night would be upon him soon, and now he had to compete with rain. Not the most ideal of situations to be in, that was for sure, but he was fortunate enough to have a big enough fire that some light rain wouldn't be too much of a hassle. All he had to do was keep the fires stoked and the wood coming.

Of course, this wouldn't have been much of an adventure for him if things didn't go wrong.

In the distance, the light rumblings of thunder could be heard, while at the same time the rain picked up a bit to douse the flames just a little bit more. It still wasn't enough to put the flame out, but that didn't mean it didn't put a damper on the mood.

He quickly rummaged through his sack to find something to help protect the bonfire, such as a fireproof tent flap or something to redirect the falling rain, but he found nothing that wouldn't also melt or burn by being put above the fire pit. What he needed was something with a chimney to let hot air through but minimize the water that passed through it! Problem was, he had nothing like that and was beginning to wonder if he was just going to have to deal with wet fur and feathers all night.

Damian didn't panic. He wasn't the type to panic, but he was getting increasingly frustrated at the circumstances that were piling up around him. There was no place within reasonable distance to move to get away from the rain, he had no methods to protect his bonfire, and while he was enough of a wilderness explorer to know how to survive, he was not looking forward to a night of cold wetness.

Then he heard the snapping of a twig nearby just beyond the treeline that made him turn and face it. In his mind, he worried it might have been a bear or a pack of wolves or some other northern forest threat, but he also knew it could have been a buck or a doe or something else that was harmless. Then again, even bucks were fiercely territorial and could charge him if they perceived him a threat.

Damian got to his feet and grabbed his hunting knife with one hand, holding it up with the blade protecting his forearm. He wasn't planning on getting into a fight, but if it came to that he was prepared to defend himself from whatever was stalking him.

Out from between two of the nearest trees and a wall of underbrush came a tall black and white gryphon with golden brown spots on its chest and neck plumage. They were spotted on the front and striped on the back, like an osprey and white tiger while also having a body structure vaguely similar to that of a zebra on its back end. They were massive compared to Damian, standing a full head and shoulders taller than he, larger than any horse, and they possessed an intense stare that spoke of control.

The gryphon spoke with a deep, feminine voice to Damian. "I see you're having some troubles."

Damian gripped his blade a bit tighter but stepped back to survey the situation while keeping his image of strength and hardiness erected. "There's a chance that the rain might be a hassle, but I can-"

She hopped forth as the look of intensity disappeared from her face to be replaced with a gaped beak smile as she cut him off. "Well, I might be able to help!" She offered, before standing up near him with that same broad smile upon her face.

"I don't need help, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to hear you out." He conceded, quickly flipping his blade around and sliding it back into its sheath. "But before we continue, I must ask of you your name. I'm not in the habit of accepting help from those I do not know. Also, I'm curious why it is you wish to help me. It seems odd that you've shown up within minutes of the skies raining down upon me, which tells me that you either have been watching me or live nearby."

"Cool yourself, my friend." She assured him as she extended her wing to reach out and hover over the fire, ensuring it was high enough to not get burned while also protecting the flame from the falling rain. "I'm native to this region, and I have been following you all afternoon. I live a few hours' flight from here in a hidden cave along the escarpment, and I tend to consider myself something of a protector of these lands. If wanderers such as yourself wander too far from the path, I keep an eye on them, but I only step in to help if I'm sure they need it. I prefer to keep my interactions minimal."

He paused for a moment to take that in before responding. "I was failing that badly?"

She shrugged. "Not yet, but I could tell you were growing frustrated, Damian. I didn't want you to do something to harm yourself or my lands, so I'd be honored to help keep you warm for the night if it means that you'll have a positive experience that results in happy memories when you return."

Damian raised his finger to protest and outwardly wonder how she knew his name, but quickly pieced together the fact that she had been watching him and he had loudly proclaimed himself to be Damian when reading the map earlier. Instead, he focused on her. "You know my name, but I don't believe you've shared yours with me. Would it be too much to ask what you call yourself? I'd hate to simply call you gryphon or bird or whatever people call your kind."

"Hm. A good point. My name is Ceylon A'Merone. You may have heard of me."

That was the name of the goddess of transformation, which made him feel like he was talking with some sort of crazy wildling creature. "Ceylon? The Goddess of Transformation?" He prodded.

"Only in name, my dear. The gods are a myth perpetuated by the church. I do share her name and propensity for transformation, though. Would you like a demonstration?"

"N-no. Nope. I'd rather not open that bottle of lube." He clarified. "Not sure I want to go that route with a stranger, though I admit I am a little curious, since Transformation magic is quite rare."

Ceylon kept her wing high over the fire, protecting it from the rain. "Well, I can be male or female, depending on what sort of company you prefer to keep. Or, if you'd like I can shift my body to walk on two legs instead of four. I can be winged or wingless, big or small, and I can be any color of the rainbow and colors you've never heard of before! You name it, I can be it for you."

He rubbed his chin as he was growing increasingly curious about this random gryphoness. Most of him was certain she was posturing for him and possessed no such magic, but a small part was just curious enough to test her. As he was percolating a few ideas in his mind to test her, she interrupted.

"I do love showing off! Here, you strike me as a man who is curious about gender, so watch." She then turned and lifted her tail, revealing the plump ebony flesh of her vulva as well as the black of her rump. Her lips drooped and grew fur before Damian's eyes, shifting place and swelling out as they sealed shut and ended up between her hind legs, forming a scrotum at the same time he could barely see a sheath forming on the other side.

The view made him squirm a bit, uncomfortable that she was so easily presenting herself to his eyes, but also a little turned on at the image. He was on a quest to experience all the world had to offer, and if that meant engaging in some frivilous activities with a shape shifting gryphon, then so be it.

However, she seemed to notice his mild discomfort and immediately reversed the transformation before turning around. In that brief moment, the balls split apart, the scrotum turned soft and thick while splitting down the middle as the flesh returned to black and met up with her rump. She was, once again, entirely female. "Sorry about that." She apologized. "But are you convinced?"

He had no choice but to nod. "Yeah, you can say that. I don't think proof gets and more solid than that, right there. But what good does that do for me? How does that help you help me with this here conundrum I've gotten myself into? I need to keep warm, I need my fire to stay fresh, and I'd like to stay dry overnight. I am impressed at your ability to shape shift, but I'm not sure how that helps." He didn't mean to be ungrateful, but the light droplets of rain were still pattering on the leaves and soaking into the moss; the more time he spent chatting pleasantly with her was more time wasted.

Ceylon pulled her wing back over her body so that it was no longer protecting the fire as she gave it a bit of a gentle preen. Her beak combed through the feathers while her piercing blue eye remained trained on him. "Well, I can think of a few ways to keep you nice and warm. Dry, too, since these feathers here are water proof. Not sure if you noticed, but I'm actually born of a fishing raptor, so I believe the term is hydrophobic." She gave another spread of her wings as she seductively slithered closer to him, eventually coming to sidle up next to him with her wing over his shoulder. "So, deal?"

He grabbed at her wing elbow and pulled it down over himself as he stared down at the fire. The situation did feel a little awkward to him, as it was oddly sensual and he wasn't yet acquainted enough with this gryphon to cuddle her, but at the same time he knew that his choices were to either accept her help or have a nasty time curled up in a wet tent with no fire to keep him warm.

The proper choice was obvious to him, so he pulled her wing down over his chest like a blanket.

"I see you're warming up to me quite quickly." She observed, gently bending all of her limbs to force him to his knees and eventually onto his rump. "All you have to do now is accept that I shall protect you from the elements for the night, and when you wake, you will have a whole day ahead to do as you wish. When the skies part and the ground is dry again, I will leave you."

Damian snuggled up next to her, reveling in the warmth of her downy feathers and the dryness that came with them. He was still a little concerned for his safety as he wasn't convinced she was fully trustworthy, so he held his hunting knife's handle just in case. "So tell me more about yourself, Ceylon. I mean, you tell me you protect this land, but protect it from what?"

A deep rumbling purr came from deep within her as she pulled him in closer to her flank with her wing. "Anything I deem a threat, really. Poachers here to claim the lives of rare beasts such as the frost snake or the unicorn herds, and I do not appreciate that. I also stop logging from happening and have for many years. This place is called the Vast Emerald Woods; vast is key to the title and as far as I'm concerned it's sacred grounds, as it is in the foothills of the Cradle of Dalon."

"What about stuff like rabbits or deer? Am I allowed to hunt them of I so desire?" He wasn't planning on hunting if he didn't have to, but he was prepared to do so if necessary and he wished to make sure he wouldn't be offending her. Damian knew that transformation magic was one of the hardest kinds to learn and only masters could utilize it; if Ceylon was capable of so effortlessly shifting like that, there was a good chance she possessed powerful magics of all sub types, which was more than he could say about himself. The last thing he wanted to do was upset one who could combust him.

She nodded and smiled, trilling as she nuzzled at his cheek. "You may hunt rabbits and deer. They are not rare, and as long as you hunt for the meat and not the trophy, then I wouldn't dare disrupt the natural order of the land. Rabbits are plentiful, deer are common, and pretty much everything in between would make a wonderful meal to one who needs it. Respect the land, and I will respect you."

"That does seem fair." He conceded as he shifted in place to get a better angle for comfort. "But how can you be sure I'm not here to hunt a frost snake or a unicorn? I mean, I'm not, but how do you know that? You're not psychic, are you?" The thought made him gulp, for his mind was filled with lewd images and fantasies of many kinds.

Ceylon assuaged his concerns by purring as she gave him a bit of a squeeze. "Not psychic, but I did tell you I've been watching you all afternoon and I haven't seen any weapons or equipment usually associated with poachers. That, and your occasional outburst of frustration simply told me that you were lost, and I can understand that. I must ask, though, why is it that you don't take to the skies? You possess wings, and I doubt it'd take much more than a couple hours of flight heading south to make it beyond the edge of the Vast Emerald Wood."

Damian once again raised his finger to speak, but found himself at a loss for words. Of course that was the solution! He only seemed to consider going north, west, or east to find someplace he knew, yet he was sure it couldn't have been far to the southern border of the forest. It all made perfect sense now, and was so blatantly obvious that he nearly facepalmed. "I really don't know. All I could think of was finding landmarks that were familiar to me, I didn't think of generally going south and hoping for the best. Unfortunately, the rains have come and flight is no longer an option because my wings aren't water proof like yours. Luckily, a kind gryphon has come to keep me warm in my brief time of idiocy!"

She gave him another cuddle while pulling him in close. Nearby, the fire continued to crackle and sizzle as the light drops of rain kept landing on it. The weather was enough to damper it but not enough to keep it down; she gave Damian another nuzzle before she relaxed and laid her head down on her talons, wing over him like a blanket as he settled in for comfort. "You are a lucky fellow indeed. I shall see you in the morning, my canine friend. Until then, sleep sweet."

Later that night, after the sun had set and the fire had started to dim, Damian stirred underneath Ceylon's wing. He had woken up thanks to a single drop that landed on his snout from the leaves above him, the snout that was the only part of him sticking out from under Ceylon's wing.

As he woke, he stretched and yawned, only to fall out and onto the wet ground next to his gryphon companion. The chill of the moisture shocked him to be fully awake within seconds, so he shook himself off, brushed his wings and shoulders of the debris from the ground, and surveyed the clearing to figure out what to do next. The rain had mostly stopped, but the land was still wet, yet the fire was still very lightly crackling in the pit. Turns out, the rains hadn't been enough to put an end to the flame, but were enough to dampen it and ensure that the heat couldn't be felt across the clearing.

In his survey, Damian had noticed that he was nude, now, which was shocking at first until he was able to pluck the memories from his mind and recall that, as he was still half awake, Ceylon had undressed him with her beak. He was confused by this at first, but seemed to remember her assuring him that it would feel better and he'd get warmer if he wasn't wearing his soaked clothing. Made sense.

He rubbed his paws together and searched nearby for some sticks and logs that he hoped would fuel the fire once more, as he felt it would have been weird to crawl back up under Ceylon's wing now that he was damp once more from the humidity and rain droplets. Though he could only find wet sticks and short logs in the nearby vicinity, he found that the embers dried them quick and the wood took to the flame quite well. This was good news for him, as he would hate to be cold all night, especially after Ceylon had done so much to keep him nice and warm by taking him under her wing.

There, as he squatted down next to the growing flame, he wondered just what was going on. Now that he'd come back from his dreams, he had come to realize how surreal this whole situation had become. He got lost in the middle of the Vast Emerald Wood - which on its own was quite peculiar given his propensity for wilderness survival - before failing to figure out the simplest of solutions to return to civilization. After that, it turned out that this vastly powerful gryphon was watching over him the whole time, a gryphon that seemed to casually possess the highest levels of magic and called herself by the same name that was the moniker of the goddess of the same token.

It didn't take much for Damian to realize that there was a good chance that Ceylon was finding a way to manipulate his mind, somehow influencing him to create a need so she could fulfill that need.

But, just as he started to suspect her intentions were impure, he remembered that he had happily fallen asleep under her wing and that she hadn't done anything sinister to him. She could have eaten him or carried him away to her nest, but she didn't. She could have killed him, but she didn't. As he glanced back, he saw she was gently twitching, chattering her beak and lightly chirping as a dream held her mind. It was cute, and she seemed completely sincere in her adorable nature.

Damian shrugged his suspicions off as a late night overactive imagination. Of course she wasn't manipulating him, if she was, she'd have taken advantage of him by now in one way or another. He turned back to the fire and smiled, basking in the glow of the flame as the rain picked up once more, accented by a deep rumble of thunder off in the distance. Another wave of rain was coming.

He raised his palm to catch one of the drips that fell off a leaf above him, sighing heavily as he came to realize that there wasn't any way he was avoiding this deluge. He was just going to have to deal with being soaked, because he felt it would have been too rude to prod Ceylon to wake her and ask for help keeping warm and dry once more. So, submitting to the elements, he sidled up close to the fire.

"Everything alright?" Ceylon asked from behind. When Damian turned to look, he saw she was yawning wide as the reflection of the dancing flames could be seen in her gullet flesh. An interesting image, to be sure, and it made him squeeze his legs together, not sure how to react to that.

"I'm fine, thanks." He said, trying to remain stoic and strong. "Just a little wet is all. That's all part of the experience, isn't it? A key element to any adventure is hardship, and that includes braving the elements." Though he was just spouting off inspirational quotes he had conjured from his memory, the truth was that he actually did believe it. Without adversity, an adventure was just a journey.

Ceylon chirped and trilled at him as she rolled to her belly next to him, wrapping her body around his while her wings gave him something to rest upon. "This is true, but is there any reason you can't enjoy yourself? There's no need to suffer when I have all the tools at hand to keep you comfortable, warm, and protected from the rain." She then leaned in and lightly poked at his shoulder. "And since you're already all wet, I don't think it'll make any sort of a difference in the end!"

"What exactly do you have in mind? Have you been holding out on a nearby cave all this time?" Damian was half joking, but at the same time he considered that as a realistic explanation. "If so, yeah! Let's go! I bet it'd be much cozier and warmer there than in this clearing!"

The gryphon flicked her ears and raised her brows as she grinned. "Well, I wasn't thinking a cave, at least not in the conventional sense. I was thinking a bit cozier, and a bit warmer." As she spoke, her voice got deeper and more suggestive. She rolled onto her back to expose her belly and her plump, moist vulva as her clit winked at him, the squeeze of it forcing a light trickle of visible fluid between her lips and over her plump pucker. "I hope my body is accommodating."

Damian's eyes went wide as he gulped and glanced around, unsure of what to make of this. "I-I'm not sure I know what you're asking of me." He said, flabbergasted in a twist turn of events; he rarely found himself at a loss for words, but her lips were literally dripping with arousal and her clit was throbbing with desire before him and he didn't know for certain what she offered.

She could sense his confusion, so she splayed her legs out wider to idly part her lips, giving him a nice look at the slit of red between them. "You've seen what I can do to alter my body in order to accommodate my partners, so I'm sure you understand that my womb could be a wonderful place for you to relax for the night. You're already wet, the fire isn't drying you, and you know I'm big enough to handle you, so why not? Think of it as an adventure!" She grinned and chirped at him as she spoke, ears up and tail swishing out behind her as her eyes locked with his.

"What about, uh, air? Won't I suffocate in there? I'm sure you are quite accommodating and all, but do you plan on gaping open? Spreading yourself with a speculum to give me air?" The more he thought about it, the more clear it became that this was sounding like a death trap for him, which was in line with his fears from earlier and certainly not the direction he wished to go on this trip.

But Ceylon shook her head to assuage his concerns once more. "No, no. If I wanted to end you, I'd have done it when you slept." She reached down between her legs to spread her lips and play with her clit, walls contracting and pulsating as she plucked and prodded at her flesh. "And I've adopted the ability to hold folks inside me safely through my mate, a saurossin naga named Leera. Once you're inside, if you chose to accept my offer, you'll be able to breathe, I promise." She nodded and chirped as her talon caught on part of her flesh, making her back arch and her wings splay out beneath her.

Damian remained unsure of what to make of this, so he turned to better face her while still sitting on his rump with tail out for balance and wings folded up against his back. He rubbed his chin while surveying her body, registering every pluck of her flesh and rub of her clit while cross examining her eyes as she trilled and chirped at him. The longer he watched, the more evident it seemed that she was being sincere, and that he was in no danger. He wasn't entirely convinced of her claims of him being safe through whatever Leera offered her, but he was convinced that she believed it.

Of course, as he thought on it, he came to realize that, just like in the legends, Leera was the mate of Ceylon. A saurossin naga who could consume her prey but keep it alive in her stomach for days before letting them out. Either this gryphon was slavishly dedicated to her ruse, or there was more to her than she was willing to accept. Either way, it gave Damian the confidence to go forth and test her.

He leaned into her, shifting in place so he was on his knees and straddling the base of her tail. "So, you tell me that I can climb into you, and not only will your body be able to accommodate me, but that I'll be safe and able to breathe, somehow? No twisted absorption ploy, you're not going to digest me or smother me?" Asking her this seemed silly in a way, but he also felt that it was worth prodding.

In response, she nodded and put her lubricant-soaked talon on her chest. "I promise. No ploys, no deception, no lies. I do this for some folks when I feel so inclined, and I've not had any complaints yet. You'd be shocked at how many people are into what's called endosomatophilia."

Like before, Damian raised a finger to inquire further, but his mind quickly flashed back to his brief time in Klyneth, where he distinctly remembered that The Vore House of Klyneth had used that term in their pamphlets. When he asked, he was told it was the love of being completely in another or having another inside you. This offer that Ceylon was giving him was known as unbirth or unbirthing - the act of being returned to the womb. As his mind deciphered his memory, he came to realize that such things were more common than he thought, and that it wouldn't be popular if it were dangerous.

At the same time, he remembered the purpose of his expedition to The Vast Emerald Woods, and that was to experience as much as he could. This meant that it just made the most sense to indulge her, to dive right in as the phrase went. With that in mind, he took it literally, pressing his hands on her.

"What made you change your mind?" She asked, wiggling her rump end in place to push back against him. "I could tell you were considering declining my offer. What might it be that changed?"

Damian pressed his palms against either of her plump lips, kneading into her and parting them to revel her ruby red inner walls. The warmth of her flesh was deeply pleasant to him, and when mixed with the silken sensations of her natural lubricant, he almost lost himself to desire. Once he snapped out of his brisk trance, he smiled at her, using both thumbs to spread her open. "Just remembered my time in Klyneth, is all. I know where I recognize Leera's name from, The Vore House!"

Ceylon chirped and trilled happily. "I thought so! Do you trust me, now?"

"Mostly. Enough." He admitted. "I don't distrust you, if that's what you mean. So how do I go about doing this? I've never found myself in a position such as this before. Only briefly heard of it."

She flicked her tail and curled it up under his hindquarters. "Well, just dive in. You go at your pace, I'm sure I'll love every second of it and-" She stopped as a nearby rumble of thunder swept over the skies. "And I think that it's about to get quite unpleasant outside, so you'd best find comfort inside."

He nodded and took in a deep breath as he leaned into her, gently rubbing his fingers up and down her slit to cover every patch of her flesh with her lubricants, occasionally slipping his digits inside her to caress the velvety walls inside. "Alright then. Alright. Let's do this." While his more adventurous side was swelling in delight, he couldn't let loose from his more analytical side, the part of him that kept him alive. He was still a touch apprehensive, but had been presented with enough evidence to make her seem trustworthy that he had conceded and was willing to give himself to her.

After a moment's worth of hesitation, he angled his arm just right and plunged it into her, forcing his tapered fingertips past her lips with ease to fill her passage. He was shocked at both how easily her flesh dilated to take him as well as how snug she held him once he had disappeared to the elbow inside her. She was both loose and tight at the same time, which was exactly what he had hoped. Curious and eager to caress her just a bit deeper, he started pumping into her as he imagined a male gryphon would, his entire forearm sliding in and out a she balled up his fist inside to knead at her flesh.

"That's more like it." She cooed at him, tossing her head back and grinding her hips against him in time with the slow pumps of his fist. "Please, don't stop, and don't hold back." Her clit winked along his forearm, spurting a thin stream of fluid that soaked into his fur there before some of it dribbled over the side and onto her tail.

The sudden burst of her aroma mixed with the sensation of being soaked made his loins swell, member growing in his sheath. Up to this point his interest in her had been one of curiosity, not arousal. However, as the sweet and earthy scent of her loins wafted up to his nostrils, he couldn't help but feel that familiar tingle between his legs, that sensitivity that came with an engorged member. Much as he may have wanted to hide it, he found her too alluring and there was nothing he could do to halt the growth in his loins or the visible dribble that formed at the opening of his sheath as his tip emerged.

His hips bucked unconsciously as he pushed his arm back into her; his fur gumming up as he got soaked by more of her fluids. The subtle squeeze he felt against every one of her motions felt wonderful wrapped around his forearm, so he pushed in a bit deeper until he felt the bulge of her clit rubbing against his bicep. Still, she took every bit of him with ease and seemed to be begging for more. "So how far can I go with this?" He asked, voice strained as he struggled to focus both on her opening and the look of pleasure upon her face, his eyes darting from one to the other every split second.

She grunted a bit and clenched down with nearly enough force to push him out while at the same time nestling her chin against her chest plumage. "I told you, my dear, there are no limits. If you so chose to be rough, then I encourage it. You do what you wish, if it's too much I'll say so." She gave him a seductive wink and reached down with both of her front legs to pull at her lips on either side of her clit, exposing the marbled red and black flesh in between. "Promise, you can't hurt me."

While Damian was not the kind to want to hurt anyone - especially not one who was so eager to make him happy and was willing to offer her body to him for the night - he couldn't help but take that as a challenge. She said to go as hard as he could, and the dominant side of him felt like testing those limits and getting rough. He always wanted a partner who was willing to let him go all-out, and he might not get another chance at such a bold opportunity.

After composing himself, he gently pulled much of his forearm out of her so that only his balled up fist was resting just inside her, with the gryphon's lips squeezing gently around his wrist. From there, he pressed his opposite palm against his wrist and easily slipped a second fist inside of her, where he interlocked his fingers to make one big fist comprised of both hands. She felt this sudden shift of girth inside her, so she arched her back and squeezed so that her walls clenched around both wrists, another gentle spurt of her arousal bursting out between his arms.

In the interest of maintaining pressure and showing her how rough he could be, he leaned inward and forced both of his arms in to the bicep while reaching down to tease at her clit with his lips, curious to find out if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.

She throbbed and winked immediately, her lips pressed to hers while she spurted a light stream of fluid through his teeth and onto his tongue. The flavor erupted into his maw while coaxing him into a fervent fit that had him lapping at her flesh to clean off every drop of her arousal. He was ravenous.

Deep within her body, a rumbling vibration came in the form of a feline purr around both of his arms. The vibration amplified the sensations, and even went so far as to make it feel as though her depths were sucking him in. Sensing this, he pulled out and widened the stance of his elbows to spread her open while his soaked hands pried at her lips, her ruby red walls converging in the middle as the soft pillows glistened in the firelight.

The image was quite nice to his gaze, as her depths looked about as appealing as could be. As he imagined her walls were made of up of silken pillows, he couldn't help but lean into her, burying his snout between her lips to revel in the sensations of her flesh smothering him and her fluids seeping into his maw as he released her lips to have them slap against his cheeks. Though this felt wonderful, he could feel her fluids worming their way into his nostrils, filling him from there. He may have been able to snort or gulp it down, but in the interest of testing in a semi-controlled environment, he inhaled.

At first, he felt the typical sensation of choking on one's spit as the fluid seeped into his lungs, a discomfort that made him cough and hack with his muzzle still buried between her lips. However, after that initial spasm, he found himself able to breathe more or less normally. At least, that's what he thought. After a few breaths of having her fluids cycle through his lungs, he noticed that his chest was heaving less than a quarter as fast as it would normally and the leaves seemed to be moving oddly.

Everything around him had stalled and the sensations grew more intense as he felt the same sort of tingle usually reserved for an orgasmic cock coursing through every patch of his skin on his body. He curled his toes to the touch of the cold dew against the moss, which felt almost sexual to his pads despite him not usually finding such things sensual. Rather than pull his snout out or recoil, he leaned in to rub harder, nuzzling at her folds while bringing his hands up to slip into her pussy next to his chin.

Ceylon seemed to be loving this as well, as she began grinding back into him even harder, her spine moving in waves as her clit winked and spurted mess all over his snout. She was soaking him, preparing him for entry by lubricating his fur from tip to base. This would of course ensure that she would have no issues when her flesh swallowed him up.

Damian did feel a little strange even as he grew to adapt to the sensation of having the fluid pumping in and out of his lungs, which distracted him enough that he didn't even notice that his member had completely revealed itself and was already swollen to its maximum. His knot had already fully formed and his cock was drooling, but he couldn't be bothered staring down at himself while he was distracted by the pleasantry of his muzzle and hands both worming their way into Ceylon's depths.

She was, for the most part, idly grinding back into him as her walls constricted and squeezed around him in waves, each one starting at the opening and working their way inward to coax him to better push into her. The gryphon's lips swelled and throbbed with every beat of her heart, amplifying the sensations of her muscular contractions all the while. Before long, she angled her spine just right and pushed down onto him, which slid her vulva over his head to squeeze him 'round the neck!

Once again Damian was taken by surprise at the sudden motion and the shift in their angle, but with the fluid still filling his lungs and his cock still hard, he found he had little will to question her or put up any sort of a fuss. Instead, he pushed in and started rocking his head from side to side as her fluids filled his ears so that all he could hear was the subtle gurgle of her depths and the pulse pounding of her heartbeat.

The dichotomy of concern and pleasure grew stronger in him with every passing second, only to have it quashed by the sexual sensations he felt on his snout and around his head. Like his cock, his entire body had grown sensitive to the point that any contact with her silken walls was an exercise in full bodied pleasure. Every tingle was accentuated further as he kneaded and pawed at her posterior wall with his hands just barely inside her, squished tight between his neck and her vulva.

Of course, just tugging and using his fingers to pleasure her wasn't quite enough for him, as he felt the mighty need to continue and go deeper. Once he positioned his body correctly to push off against the moss covered rocks, he extended one arm forward with a mighty squelch as it forced her flesh to dilate wide, her walls parting to allow air into her only long enough to churn inside and be forced back out with a vaginal contraction.

To his delight, she showed no sense of pain or discomfort, and despite having to twist himself to slip his hand in up ahead of him, she didn't show and signs that he had reached her limits for her pelvic berth. In fact, she felt like she was soft and malleable, yet devoid of bones. Seemed odd to him, but he wasn't going to complain.

Eager to test her once more, he pushed the second arm in after the first so both were ahead of his head, the sudden shift in weight and angle easily swallowing him past the shoulders, her lips lurching forth to gape wide and swallow the upper half of his torso. Inside, he heard only the gentle growl of her nearby belly, the wet squelching of her walls churinng lubricant and arousal around him, and the faintest sound of dampened chirping coming form her beak. He couldn't even hear the distant thunder any longer!

It was at this point, when he finally found himself fully relaxed inside her with everything above his chest buried in gryphon pussy that he realized the fatal mistake he'd made. Damian possessed wings, and there was no way they'd be able to slip up into her at this angle. Had he kept pushing, they'd be awkwardly bent backwards and he ran the risk of breaking them if he wasn't careful. This revelation proved to be just enough to make him resist and try to pull back only to feel two powerful talons grasping at his wing elbows to squeeze them close to his shoulders!

Ceylon was helping him out, streamlining him while also making a conscious effort to continue grinding and easing her way down upon him! Before long, his wings popped in through her lips to join him inside, and it was only a matter of time before the rest of him would descend into her womb, literally diving headfirst past her cervix. There, she grunted as a rather large spurt of her arousal trickled down over his wings to once again soak him once more, lubricating him to the waist.

Back inside, he felt a permeating pleasure was over him the same time he felt the trickle of her lubricant cascading over his body. Bits of it wrapped around his belly and soaked his cock, which had a near instant effect of making him even more sensitive there so that even the light brush of his belly fur coaxed a spurt of precum out of him.

For a moment there, he nearly blew all over the base of her tail, but was interrupted by the lurch of her loins easing its way over him, swallowing hip up with ease and clamping down just above his hips to leave only the tips of his wings, his legs, his tail, and his cock still dangling out of her. He grunted and nuzzled into her as a blush came over him, the final climb to his climax quickly overtaking his form and giving him a full bodied shiver only to be halted the split second before feeling release.

There he was, stuck at the cusp of orgasm as he felt her walls gulping and swallowing at him. He couldn't cum, but in an odd way he preferred it this way as he felt the build and the stall at peak pleasure without the release that let it all out and relaxed him once more. Ahead of him, he could feel the very end of her passage as the entrance to her womb - her cervix - slid over him with ease, its tight rim of muscle and flesh squeezing over him to constrict him and hold him in place as she swallowed.

Everything felt so subtle and supple and cozy even as Ceylon shifted onto all fours with his feet and tail still poking out of her backside. He could tell she was moving and it was clear she was on her feet, yet gravity didn't appear to be working on him. Her flesh cradled him and squeezed him in such a way that he could feel the soft pillows of her canal equally all around. Then, with another gulp and a squeeze as her chest pressed to the ground, gravity took its toll and he slid into her, curling up in her womb with his wings pressed tight against her back wall and tail poking out her cervix.

At the same time, his cock rubbed against her anterior wall, sliding over her clit and getting squeezed against his thighs. This sudden burst of pleasure had him tense up in an ejaculation that erupted out from under her tail in the final seconds before he was consumed by her sex.

All around him, he could hear and feel and taste and smell the churn of her gurgling insides, her fluids still inundating his lungs to make him feel hypersensitive all around. Unlike before, he was not suspended in a state of immediate afterglow as every muscle in his body and every patch of skin and fur were tingling in that post-release pleasure.

It was then that he finally gave into the floating sensations deep within him, allowing himself to drift off into a state of semi-consciousness. His mind still worked in much the same way one did before falling asleep, which could lead to the most vivid of dreams, but this was different. HE didn't know how, but rather than dream, he was given full-on hallucinations of his body comfortably resting in a well lit bag of pink that was her womb. Not the pitch black that he saw as no light managed to make it through her abdominal wall, but the bright of a meadow and the nearby trickling of a stream.

Still, nothing felt real and he was able to discern it from reality as he accepted his place inside the gryphon. It took him the entire evening and half the night to place his trust in her, but he felt fine and knew for certain that she was an ally worth keeping around.

If only for the night, she would be his personal, portable shelter from the storm. His habitat.

"Well, that went as well as I'd hoped." Ceylon said to herself as she stretched out and yawned. Her belly was bulging and distended, as it was filled with Damian's form curled up nice and cozy in her womb. This was incredibly satisfying to her, as she loved hosting others inside her, and would have been happy to leave him in there as she curled back up to sleep, but the weather wasn't letting her.

A powerful crack of lightning cut the sky followed nearly immediately by a thunderous, sky shattering boom. Within seconds, the rain picked up and started to pour, drenching Ceylon and the bonfire in the process. She knew that the only option now was to either get them back to civilization or return them to that nearby cave of her. The lightning was close now, and deadly even to her.

She quickly tossed Damian's clothes into his bag and hooked her beak around its handle before leaping into the sky and bursting through the trees as she headed towards the nearby escarpment.

Luckily for the gryphon, her feathers were hydrophobic so the rain fell to the wayside as she flapped her wings, leaving her to soar without the extra weight of water on her. Even the fur had a similar property, so she barely got wet except under the tail after Damian's entry into her. His body was the only added weight that made her work harder to keep her elevation, but flying at night without thermals and without hot air was quite the work out.

Her trek took her longer than she had initially intended and was quite exhausting, but it still was less than half an hour of her struggling against the winds and rain to make it back to where she had been residing. Her cave was hidden behind a waterfall in an indent along the side of the escarpment, which was how it remained unseen by most. However, to Ceylon's shock, she saw a black and orange male standing knee-deep in the water just around the bend with a spear in hand, as if he were fishing.

This upset her for two reasons. First, it was disconcerting that he was so close to her home, but it was also peculiar that he was out in a thunderstorm while in the water, which was exposing him to the elements in a way that was clearly not worth the fish he'd be spearing.

She immediately angled her wings downward into a dive, where she landed on the riverbank next to him, catching his attention. Though she opened her beak to speak, another thunderclap exploded above them and drowned her out. Once the rumbling receded, she tried again. "What are you doing here? It's dangerous out in this storm! You're going to get yourself killed!"

The black and orange hybrid shrugged. "Not likely. All these trees, the escarpment, and everything else ensures that the lightning would never target me. As I'm sure you know, electricity will always take the path of least resistance, and I am definitely not the path of least resistance." He held up his spear tip, which was tied tight around a staff of wood. "See? Ebon Stone. Not metal. I'll be fine." He then turned back to the water and got into a hunting stance, ready to stab the next fish he saw.

Ceylon stepped into the water next to him after dropping Damian's bag along the shores. "What could possibly be so important that you're willing to risk your life out here in the middle of the night in a thunderstorm?" She inquired before shaking herself off.

"I told you, I'm not in any danger. And I'm here for boltfish! They're a delicacy in this area, and they come out more often at night and are far more plentiful during storms! If I get a nice haul and fill that basket I brought, I could make thousands! No, tens of thousands! Totally worth it!"

She glanced back and saw that the basket was already two thirds full. "Look, you don't need any more for now, it's not in your best interest to stay here, I need you to find shelter. I'll help you out if you'd like!"

"Why would I need shelter? I'm part shark! Worst case scenario, I just dive under the water and stay in the shallows until the storm passes." He showed the gills on his neck underneath his dark fur. "Why are you so intent on getting rid of me? Do you plan on stealing my fish? This is my fishing spot! Took me years to find the perfect place to find boltfish!"

"N-no, not at all! I don't eat a lot of fish and have no need for coin. I just want you to be safe." she paused for a moment to focus on the upstream river, where she used her magics to suss out the location of a half dozen boltfish. She then extended her front talon and drew them all out of the water using physical magic to place each of them in the basket as the fisherman watched in awe. She then remotely shut the basket tight as the fish flopped about, zaps of electricity crackling from their tendrils.

The fisherman was taken aback. "W-wow! How did you do that? I thought physical magic was a myth! Can you do that again?" He paused, feeling slightly rude before extending his paw to her. "My name's Rick, by the way, pleasure to meet you!"

She took his hand in her talon and shook it. "Okay, but it's time to go, you've got a full basket and can't fit any more in there. Come on." She turned to walk away, expecting him to follow, but he didn't. Instead, he stared directly at the soaked flesh of her vulva, the only part of her that was wet. As she saw this, she rolled her eyes and lifted her tail to give him a better view. "If I let you touch me, will you come with me and get out of this weather? I don't need any bodies floating down the river."

He gulped and averted his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."

"You didn't offend, in fact another bloke is in my womb as we speak. I just want for you to be safe." She swayed her tail and clenched her loins, winking her clit and dripping a creamy mess into the flowing water beneath her. The aroma was quite pleasant to Rick, who almost fell into a trance.

The hybrid stepped forth with his hand up to press it against her haunches, maw agape and spear in his other hand before he threw it to the shore next to his basket and Damian's bag. "Alright, but I have to say that the flesh of a gryphon is something of a delicacy to me, personally. You say I can touch, but what exactly do you mean by that, and more specifically, what do you mean when you say there's someone in your womb? Are you pregnant?"

Ceylon rolled her eyes, slightly frustrated with his questions. However, a lingering desire still held her and she was eager to feel a second guest inside her if she could convince him to climb on in. Not only would it feel nice for her, but she would be able to help get him out of the storm with Damian. "No, I took him inside me, like this." She curled her tail around to press lightly against the back of rick's head, forcing his snout into her as she squatted down and started producing her natural lubricant once more, filling his maw and muzzle with it.

Rick tensed up to resist for only a split second before cradling each of her cheeks with his palms, relaxing as he inhaled her fluids. Unlike Damian, Rick's gills took on her arousal and let it start trickling out around the side of his neck, which meant he was far quicker to accept her body's hospitality. He leaned into her, nuzzling and licking at her while the rain continued to pour on them. His fur was soaked, which actually made her natural lubricants even more viscous; this, combined with her prior consumption of Damian, meant that he felt nearly no resistance as he pushed himself inward.

Eager to have him inside and worried about the timing, Ceylon arched her back and squatted on top of him until she felt her hips resting on his shoulders. Her plump pussy lips had spread and stretched to slide over his head with ease, clit pressing against his chest and a steady flow of her pussy juices trickling down him to combine with rainwater to properly lubricate him. She could feel his eager nuzzling inside her as his chin and snout pressed against her most sensitive spots, so she picked up her pace and pushed down just a bit harder, grinding and gyrating as she did so.

It took her a while to find the proper angle, but once she found it she shuffled her feet and squatted down even harder. His shoulders gave her some trouble, but before long he had figured out that she was going all the way and had twisted his form to match hers, with one shoulder grinding against her clitoris and the other pressing at her pucker.

Rick was happily nuzzling and twisting his head inside her, massaging her depths with tongue and muzzle while her body clenched and relaxed in waves. Her clit continued to pulsate and throb along him as her lips splayed out and slid over his shoulders, pinning his arms to his chest in the process. He wasn't complaining, but the only thing he could do with his hands now was reach down and start rubbing himself to pleasure both of his cocks at once.

Like Damian before him, Rick felt his senses all shifting in place, with everything seeming to go slow as he was slowly subdued into a state of semi-consciousness while his sense of touch and hearing were both amplified. He could taste her depths not just on his tongue, but everywhere he had flesh, and he sensed the same way with his nose, somehow blending those two senses into one. Upon realizing this, he felt he had no choice but to submit himself entirely to her. She knew what she was doing, and she clearly knew how to pleasure him.

However, once she got past his shoulders as her pussy slid down his torso, there wasn't much left for her to grind on or focus on, so she simply contracted her walls before releasing and squatting down upon him once more. This time, her lips passed over his biceps, his elbows, and his forearm as her insides made him rotate inside, muscles clenching him as that familiar gurgle of fluids and air churned around him. His cocks prodded on either side of her clit for only a split second before she pressed her entire weight down on him, swallowing the last of him past his groin.

With only his calves, feet, and tail poking out of her, she clenched one last time to gulp him down as the tip of her tail wrapped around his limbs to stuff him in even deeper. Her clit winked and her plump lips drooled a combination of arousal and water as she turned back to the shore. Just as she was about to leap out of the water and grab the basket, spear, and bag, another powerful lance of lightning struck the opposite shore, splitting a tree in a shower of sparks and glowing embers. The half of the tree closest the river fell into the water and half submerged itself as Ceylon leapt away, loins clenched in surprise!

The squeeze of her pelvic muscles shifted Rick into her with a lurch, forcing him to glide past her cervix and into her womb next to Damian, where the two were able to cuddle in the fluid that filled her. This shift in her guest made her g-spot tingle and burst in pleasure, resulting in a silken gush of her arousal into the river to mix and mingle with the leaves of the fallen tree.

Much as she wanted to play with them inside her, she knew that she needed to get away from this area so she could seek the safety of her cave. Once she composed herself, she grabbed the basket and bag with her beak while ignoring the spear as she galloped upstream to the cave hidden behind the waterfall. She burst through the flowing water and shook herself off instantly as her home lit up in her presence. The habitat she'd cultivated was quite modern, with walls and floor of wood, lamps on the walls, and furniture aplenty made to handle the body of a quadruped.

Another explosion of sound reverberated the walls behind her, but she was no longer worried about that, as she was now safe inside with both Damian and Rick inside her. After shaking off what little water was beading up on her feathers and fur, a familiar face slithered out from one of her rooms.

Leera raised her serpentine head and flicked her tongue at Ceylon as she coiled her body up, watching her mate set the basket of fish and the bag of clothes and supplies off to the side. "Is now really the time to be horny?" She asked, smiling; it was clear she could smell the arousal under Ceylon's tail thanks to her sensitive tongue.

"Had to get them out of the storm and the only way I could convince them was to take them inside me. Wanna join them?" She winked and smiled as she hopped up next to Leera to give a nuzzle.

"Not really." Leera responded as she slithered up past Ceylon's shoulder to coil and cuddle in and around the gryphon's wings. "So what do you plan on doing with them?"

Ceylon trotted away from the mouth of the cave with Leera on her back, eager to get away from the waterfall. "Plan was to leave them inside, and take the two of them back to Klyneth in the morning when the storm dies down. Or, if the storm persists, rebirth them and have them as house guests until then." She burst into her room and flopped onto her nest with a heavy belly full of Rick and Damian. "But for now, I'm just ready to sleep! It's late."

"Of course." Leera said with a nuzzle and a flick of her tongue to Ceylon's Cheek. "See you in the morning."

"Yes of course. And you two as well." She said, patting her belly. With one final bit of magic, she summoned a blanket to cover her, keeping her and Leera and her two unbirthed guests warm. She couldn't think of a better end to the night after such danger and conflict. Rick had fish, Damian had his comfort and safety, everyone had warmth, now Ceylon just needed sleep.

So sleep she did. Within minutes, she had joined her guests in dreamland.