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The life of a vagrant was promised to be full of adventure, wrought with danger, and packed with fun, but Var'Rex found it to be quite mundane for the most part. He and his mount Mjingar had left their little village in the northern realms of Kerolioa after a particularly harsh winter that had brought them together but distanced themselves from the villages, and were now two mercenaries for hire.

Together, they had trekked southbound to get away from the cold, and in the process had ended up passing the border between their homeland and the more populated region of Saff'Rald. There, they knew that they needed to be a bit more careful about their travel plans because they didn't intend to be apprehended by bandits or other, less savory vagrants that knew the area better or could take advantage of them in what was to them a foreign land.

Their path was set, and they knew where they were headed in order to find work and set up a new life. Once they had passed the Kerolioa-Saff'Rald border beyond the Birds Eye Lakes, they had to go through the plains between the Tripeak Mountains, cut through the northern half of the Vast Emerald Wood, keep north as they wrapped around the Cradle of Dalon - the vast mountain range wrapped around Great Sapphire Lake - and finally end up in the Cottonwood Crescent. From there, they could take the road to Port Haveta, where they could finally settle down and get some work.

Of course, plans had a tendency to get changed on a whim, and that was especially true for long, drawn out treks across the northern region of the western world. As such, Var'Rex and Mjingar found themselves getting sidetracked often and were regularly taking detours to explore new regions in order to better acquaint themselves with what they planned to be their new home. If they were going to be living in the northern region of Saff'Rald, then they needed to know the area, and this was a great way to get a head start on that part of their new lives.

In time, this adventurous nature had managed to both help and hinder them. While their journey had been extended by a few weeks thanks to this meandering method of progress, it had exposed them to dangers and riches along the way. On one paw, they were lucky enough to discover ruins and even find a few relics they felt they could either use or sell, but it also exposed them to the risk of more bandit attacks than they had anticipated. Given the fact that they were choosing this route in lieu of a path that took them south of Great sapphire Lake and through Klyneth in order to avoid bandits and the risk of being robbed, it seemed counter intuitive.

Still, the journey was fun for them and they managed to keep themselves well fed and warm for the entire duration of their trip. Things were looking up, both were content with their progress, and they were comfortable in this new world, so much so that they felt no risk setting up camp for the night so they could share company and a meal before sleeping together. No need to have one remain awake to protect the other, since Mjingar had proven to have a keen sense of smell towards potential predators.

"So, do you want the ulokar jerky or the pork loaf?" Var'Rex asked as he extended two hands to his mount. "Whichever one you don't take, I'm going to eat, so no changing your mind or asking for both, got it?" He waited for Mjingar to indicate which one he wanted.

As expected, the felkin mount extended a paw towards the hand with the pork loaf. It was bigger and Mjingar didn't have as discerning a taste as Var'Rex had. The jerky was less filling, but tasted much better and was just the right amount of lean. As such, Var'Rex let Mjingar take the loaf before turning and sitting on the ground between his mount and the crackling bonfire while the felkin nibbled.

"According to the map, we're about two thirds of the way to Cottonwood Crescent, which means we don't have too far left to go. Perhaps another two weeks until we get to Port Haveta. Think you can hold up that long or are you just going to eat me again?" He joked. In the past, the two had experimented with vore and had enjoyed it, but were both aware that it was not a primary focus while in Saff'Rald, as the snows had not yet reached south of the border and Var could never be sure if it was something Mjingar loved or just something the felkin did to protect his rider from the cold.

The mention of vore had made Mjingar raise his head and widen his eyes, as if he was either interested or had been caught somehow, Var couldn't be sure.

"Oh cut it out." Var laughed as he gave the felkin a gentle pet. "Just eat your meat and sleep. We have more travel to do in the morning and I want you to have a nice and full belly. Not full of me, at least not today!" He gave a wink and slid back until he was resting heavily against Mjingar's belly, using the felkin's torso as a cushion for warmth and comfort as he chewed on some jerky and watched the dance of the bonfire's flames before him.

Indeed, tomorrow would be quite the journey, as they were on the final leg of this region of the forest and would soon be returning to the plains between the Cradle of Dalon and the north shore. There, they would be able to more directly travel from the Vast Emerald Wood to the Cottonwood.

Eventually, Var found himself fatigued enough to lean into Mjingar's belly and lay on his side with his head resting on the felkin's upper leg. In response, Mjingar wrapped his other front leg around Var, holding him close as the two of them slipped off into their own respective slumber as wolves howled in the distance and crickets sang songs. What should have been a good night had just begun.

Some time past midnight, Var'Rex stirred from his slumber to tend to his need to relieve himself. He had drank quite a bit from a nearby stream to counteract the effects of the salt on the beef jerky, and it had given him quite the mighty need to return to the stream and return the water to whence it came.

Problem was, he had to be very careful about slipping out from under Mjingar's front leg. He didn't wish to wake his mount, so he gracefully and slowly moved his body until he was able to gently place the limb down in his absence before getting to his feet and tiptoeing away.

The fire had mostly died down with only the throbbing embers emitting the faintest of glows. Most of the night's light came from the moon, which was nearly full and not obstructed by clouds.

Var'Rex wasn't too worried about putting clothes back on, since it was the middle of the night and they were far away from any roads or paths that might have attracted the attention of roving gangs of bandits. He wasn't exactly the type to be brash about nudity, but he figured it was safe enough and nobody was going to see him, so he stepped over his pile of clothes and disappeared from the clearing.

He knew that the stream wasn't far, so he took his time hopping over fallen logs and sliding under the foliage to emerge along its bank. From there, he could see the bright moon through the break in the trees as it bathed him in cool blue light as he peeled his sheath back and aimed himself down so he could relieve himself. However, as he stood in the edge of the stream, his eye caught something odd.

Though the moon was bright and nearly full, the woods around him remained dark. So dark in fact that he could barely see the things he stared at, for he was an herbivore and his eyes were more light sensitive in his peripherals, which allowed hm to see the faint teal glow of an ethereal mist around him that blanketed the forest floor in wisps like torn balls of cotton.

"Well, this is new." He said to himself as he pulled himself back into his sheath and tried his best to focus on the mist around him. This phenomenon was not one to which he was familiar, but the color and weight of the teal mist reminded him of dispelled ademane - the bodily fluid that allowed for the use of magic - which made him wonder if maybe this was all just a dream. It felt real, but at the same time he also felt like things were 'off' somehow. His fingers felt warm despite the fact that it was the middle of the night, the moon was bright despite not being full, and as he pawed at the forest floor he could barely feel the sensations of leaves and debris against his pads.

Everything added up to make him feel as though he was in the middle of a rather peculiar and vivid dream, and that he hadn't actually woken to relieve himself. Of course he was tired enough to feel that way, given he should have been resting up in Mjingar's embrace by the smoldering fire.

Despite the fact that his instincts were telling him to return to camp, his whimsical, half-lucid mind was urging him to chase the source of the mist. He wanted to find out what was belching out this sort of fog in the middle of the night, for that was the sort of logic one might apply in a dream.

He walked up the bank of the stream to find a fallen tree that formed a bridge. When he went to cross he stopped half way to bask in the light of the moon before hopping down onto the opposite bank.

In an odd twist, the mist itself seemed to part in his presence, with the individual clouds all pulling away from him while bunching up with other masses of it all while lightly shimmering and throbbing with the faint teal glow that encapsulated each bit of it. This was further proof to Var that he had been dreaming, or at the very least that he was hallucinating. None of this made sense to him.

Still, he couldn't help but follow where the rolling clouds of mist led him. Whenever he got close to a pillow of the fog, it pulled away while snaking its way between the trunks of trees while also wrapping around twigs and ferns. Some of it got absorbed into the mosses that covered fallen logs while some dissipated into the cool night air around him. Every step he took led him deeper and deeper into the forest until he ended up in a clearing lined by fallen logs wrapped around a cliff that seemed deliberately set up rather than natural.

When he looked up, he saw the silhouette of a gryphon atop the cliff that was illuminated by the brightness of the moon. This didn't immediately make Var'Rex worried, as he knew that feral gryphons were often amiable to anthros in much the same way most dolphins were eager to enjoy a person's company rather than treat them as a threat. Still, in spite of this nugget of knowledge cropping up in the back of his mind, Var still opted not to speak a word. For all he knew, this gryphon was asleep.

This theory was quickly quashed when the gryphon turned its head to look directly at him, the steely glare of its blue eyes freezing Var'Rex in place as some of the remaining teal mist absorbed into its feathers. "What's this I see? Is there a fool in my territory?" He said with a deep and powerful voice.

Var tensed up and swallowed a whimper before looking up at the gryphon with a look of regret. "N-not on purpose. I didn't know this was your territory." He admitted, hoping that the avian was kind.

"Not on purpose, you say?" He boomed once more as he stood tall, the light of the moon bathing him with a blue glow while revealing his form to be that of black, white, and brown. He was large, too, as he must have been as big as a horse and maybe bigger. It was hard to tell from the vantage point beneath the cliff where Var stood. The gryphon continued. "You see the glowing ademane mist of a gryphon's mark, and you chose to push forward while claiming this was all an accident? I call foul."

"What? I didn't know that-" Var started, his eyes darting all over as he tried to conjure up an excuse. However, he was interrupted when the gryphon leapt down from his perch atop the cliff, wings spread to glide before landing mere paces away from Var's face. It was then that Var was acutely aware that he was caught nude, and that despite the fact that he may have been in danger, his sheath swelled.

The gryphon ruffled his feathers and folded his wings while briskly pacing forth to encircle Var. "You're to tell me that you don't know of gryphon customs in spite of coming to an area well known to be gryphon land? The Vast Emerald Wood is home to countless birds of various kinds, and our culture is very well documented in your biped lands, so there are no excuses for your ignorance." He leaned in closer to get even more threatening as he spoke, body and tail forming a half crescent around him.

Var remained tense as he tried his best to feign bravado. "No excises, sire drake, but we're new to the region and we've not had time to-"

"We? I see only one of you. Are you hunting in these parts? Do you mean to take my wings as a trophy? Or do you simply dare to take my prey from me?" He hissed, eyes narrowing, and ears flat.

"No, nothing like that. Well maybe. Not on purpose though. We might hunt some rabbit if my mount Mjingar needs something to eat but-" He stopped mid sentence to look the gryphon right in the face, which he instantly regretted. The bird was smaller than a horse, but was still quite intimidating. "Look, we're from the great rocky north on the edge of the Kerolioan tundra. We came south to get away from the cold and to start a new life here, not cause problems. I assure you, we had no idea abo-"

The gryphon huffed and splayed his feathers out. "Then you should not have come. You are a fool for entering gryphon lands - especially my territory - without doing proper research, which puts you in grave danger." He began circling again, deliberately keeping Var's eyes focused and busy so as not to give him any room to formulate an escape plan. "I'm sure you understand that you must be punished for this disrespect."

Var gulped and stifled a whimper as he struggled to remain strong. "Sire drake, I can assure you I didn't know of your laws and customs or I'd not have besmirched you or defiled your land. You seem like a reasonable bird, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement." The suggestion made his loins swell once more, so he covered his crotch with both hands, deliberately hiding his loins.

With a click of his beak and a deep rumbling growl, the gryphon stopped once more before tipping his head and leaning in close. "I suppose you're right. It would be most uncouth to eat you or feed you to the wolves if your only crime is ignorance. However, you still have to pay for your trespass upon my territory in one way or another, and if I can't eat you, I'm sure you can think of a noble enough sacrifice to satisfy me enough to let you go on your jolly way." He leaned in so close that the crest of his beak touched Var's snout. "Tell me, how do you plan on rectifying this?" His voice trailed in a hiss.

Var'Rex wasn't sure how to respond, as he couldn't decide if he was terrified or aroused. The closer the gryphon got the more he could feel the heat emanating off the bird's feathers, and the longer they remained in close proximity, the thicker he could smell the earthy sweetness of the drake's musk. He knew where this was going, and though the idea of being mounted by such a powerful beast was somewhat terrifying, it was also immensely arousing. All he could do was concede. "Y-yes, I do."

"Oh? Please do tell me, then! Show me!" The gryphon seemed surprised, but not disappointed.

After a long and drawn out sigh, Var got onto all fours and lifted his tail before turning his rump end towards the gryphon. He was offering himself to the avian as penance for his trespass, a payment for crossing his land. "I must pay the keeper of the tolls, and I am willing to offer myself to you, my flesh and my body, in exchange for your mercy." He was trying his best to be poetic, as he felt the need to respect this gryphon and the lands that he owned.

However, this act confused the avian, who immediately leapt forward and tapped at Var's shoulder. "What are you doing? I don't need you to offer yourself to me! I'm not going to rape you!"

Confused and a little embarrassed, Var got back to his feet and wiped his knees of the debris. "Then what did you mean by all that? I've not heard tales of wild beats such as yourself inviting unwary prey into your cave for tea, it's always a form or marking or submission."

"What sort of twisted tales have you been reading, my friend? Gryphons around here don't demand sexual favors or flesh for transgressions, we seek only to educate! I wanted to use this as an opportunity to teach you about the ways of all gryphon kind! The greatest pleasure I can give is the gift of knowledge! When I said you needed to satisfy me, I meant mentally, not physically!" He chirped and laughed as helped to brush Var off, then he extended a talon. "My name is Ceylon! What's yours?"

Still confused and taken aback, Var extended his paw to shake Ceylon's talon. "Uh, Var'Rex. I suppose it's a pleasure to meet you?" He wasn't sure how to react to all this given his rather delicate position and the bulge that was still in his sheath and partially hidden behind his other palm. "So what was all that posturing for, if you weren't going to take me?"

Ceylon chuckled lightly. "You woke me up! I wanted to scare you and maybe make you go away so I could get back to sleep. Turns out you have a bit more internal fortitude than I'd expect from, what are you, half deer? I figured you'd scatter. Then again, those scars on your chest tell me you might be a bit stronger than your lineage might suggest." He paused, then looked up and down Var's body before adding a final suggestion. "But you know, now that I'm awake I could use the warmth of another, if you truly are interested in offering yourself to me in such a way."

"Oh, no. Sorry." Var said with a shake of his head. "That was a mistake. I shouldn't have."

"Are you sure about that?" Ceylon suggested as he leaned in close and got a sniff. "I can smell your arousal, and I can see the bulge in your sheath. I mean, I won't force you into anything, but if you think about it, this might be the only time you get a chance to be with a gryphon! I wouldn't want to pass up an opportunity like that, would you?" He winked and nuzzled at Var's cheeks, purring gently while he stepped past, using his tail to tug at Var's hand and pry it away from his groin.

This was of course quite the conundrum for Vel, as he certainly wanted to see just how intense a session with such a powerful looking gryphon would be like. In spite of this desire, he couldn't bring himself to say a word to the gryphon in approval, because he did know that gryphons were known to be quite strict about certain things and he didn't want to consign himself to something he wasn't prepared for. As such, he simply remained quiet, waiting for Ceylon to decide his fate. If the bird wanted him, he would have him. If not, then he would happily go back to his camp and cuddle with Mjingar.

The gryphon's beak parted in a grin as he raised a single eyebrow. "I take it from your silence that you are not denying me." He then leaned in close and brushed past Var's side to share warmth. "I'll tell you this, if you change your mind, just say so and I'll comply. However, in the mean time-" He stopped mid sentence to lift his talon up and push against Var's back, forcing the smaller biped down to his knees. From there, he pushed further until Var was on all fours with his tail up. "In the mean time, you're mine, got it?"

Var'Rex lowered his head and glanced back past his flank to watch as Ceylon stood tall in a display of dominance, the gryphon's form lined by the soft light of the blue moon mixed with the teal of the mist that flowed around him like a cape. The image was enough to make Var'Rex squirm and whimper lightly, scared in the sort of way that actually made him really hard in his sheath. This was dangerous to him, despite Ceylon's cordial demeanor. Dangerous and exotic, which made it hard to not submit himself to the grpyhon's lust.

Ceylon, however, wasn't diving right in, at least not at first. Though horny and clearly hungry for Var's flesh, he was taking his time as he hovered over top his submissive. The gryphon preened and pecked and poked at Var's hindquarters, nibbling on his haunches and lightly tugging at his tail to test his resolve. "Still alright?" He asked after a particularly rough yank.

Still Var'Rex couldn't say a single word. All he could do was glance back with a look of concern on his face while subtly shifting his weight to widen his stance and lifting his tail even higher. He could feel the moisture of Ceylon's breath on his pucker, which made him feel slick and further aroused him. Beyond that, his cock had swollen enough in his sheath that the tip was pointing out and dripping.

"What's this I sense?" Ceylon asked with a supple chirp. "Are you enjoying yourself, my dear? Deer. Heh, cute. Anyway, just give me a nod or something, because I don't want to be remembered as a monster." He explained, still rubbing at Var's haunches and preening with his beak.

As requested, Var was able to lightly nod, smiling weakly as he leaned back into the touch of the avian's beak. He wanted it, and whether this was a dream or not he was curious to see just what this gryphon had hiding in that sheath of his. In fact, he was so curious that he broke out of his trance to turn around while on all fours in order to crawl between Ceylon's four legs, where he cradled the meaty sheath in his palms as he waited to see what happened next.

Surprised by this, Ceylon lifted a single foreleg and leaned to the side, haunches squatted down ever so slightly in order to peel back enough of his sheath that he exposed his textured cock tip. He clenched his loins to force a single bead of precum to form at the end, a bead that Var happily licked up. "I have to confess, I'm a little surprised by your sudden and intense desire!"

But Var wasn't paying the most attention to what Ceylon was saying. Instead, he was squeezing at the thick meaty sheath before him, stroking it up and down the gryphon's length to intermittently expose the tip in order to get a lick and a taste. He noticed that Ceylon's musk was a bit sharper and more intense than Mjingar's, which was earthy and almost sweet compared to the bitter and earthy nature of Ceylon's essence. This was not a problem, however, as the exotic nature made up for it and did plenty to accentuate and amplify his arousal.

With every lick, Var felt his member swell and throb between his legs, the bulge of his knot pressing out against the flesh that contained it. His whimpers were lost between the gryphon's four legs, but that didn't keep Ceylon from hearing and reacting to every single one of them.

By this time it was already clear that Ceylon was allowing himself to enjoy Var's offering, and it was also abundantly clear that Var was as into it as the gryphon was yet found himself unable to articulate that desire. As such, Ceylon tensed his hindquarters and gave a gentle buck of his hips, the motion stabbing Var in the snout with his barbed cock tip.

Though this did make Var's eyes water, it only served to further trigger his hunger. Rather than idly stand by while Ceylon's bucking hips stabbed a him, he wrapped both hands around the ribbed shaft and slid his lips over his length, pausing to resist a gag as the barbs tickled the back of his throat. He was able to suppress his urges to spit Ceylon out long enough to gulp down the tapered length right down to the knot, lips kissing the bulges as his throat gulped.

Despite his many attempts to pleasure Ceylon, it seemed the gryphon preferred something a bit tighter, a bit more uniform. With one fluid motion, he pulled his member from Var's throat and hopped over the hybrid, landing behind Var with his cock bouncing around and spewing strands of his fluids. He then reared up with his wings flared before pinning the canine-deer hybrid to the ground as his loins tensed, aiming his barbed tip up under Var's tail. Before Var could respond, Ceylon stepped forth and bucked his hips, stabbing at the exposed flesh while coating it in lubricant.

Var winced as he felt the pointed and barbed tip prodding at his rump, missing its target time and again. He wanted to be submissive, to be taken forcefully, but quickly came to realize that the only way he was going to feel that member slide into him was if he helped it in himself. As such, he reached down between his legs and fumbled around until he felt the slick shaft in his palm. Once he had managed to grab it, he aimed it directly under his tail as he did his best to relax.

The very second Ceylon's cock tip found its mark, every tiny barb that lined his girth splayed out to tickle at Var before another bucking motion buried it deep inside him! Var threw his head back and gritted his teeth as he felt the ribbed length slide through his pucker to tease at his depths, knot pressed tight against his flesh only to be stopped by the barrier that was his hip bone.

Such intensity was almost too much to bare for Var'Rex, who clenched his fists and tried to push back with all his might in order to show some sort of strength and resistant. Problem was, Ceylon was much stronger than he, and every buck of the gryphon's hips made Var fall forward off his elbows to grind his cheek into the moss of the ground.

Ceylon had clearly allowed himself to get into the mood, for he had stopped pausing in between actions to see if Var was still okay and didn't need to take a breather. For the first bit of their tryst, the gryphon had been sure to maintain a watchful eye over Var's form to read body language, as it was clear that he was needy but not domineering towards his guest. This was the sort of top that Var liked the most, as Ceylon was being rough and aggressive, but clearly wasn't taking advantage.

Above all else, Var'Rex knew that, had he cried out or demanded Ceylon stop, he would. At least, that was the impression that he got based off his limited encounter thus far.

Given his willingness to submit himself to Ceylon, Var kept his mouth shut and tried his best to push back in time with every wild thrust, still eager to feel more of that member deep within him. All he could hear was the light chirping of the gryphon's beak directly above his head and the slapping of slick cock flesh pumping in and out of him with a series of delicious sounding squelches, all accented by he light buzz of the insects of the night.

All was going well for him, even if he was being slammed to the ground repeatedly while Ceylon pinned his shoulders, at least until Ceylon decided it was time to bury the knot.

With a sudden shift in motion and desire, Ceylon curled his front talons around Var's shoulders to trap him in place as his spine thrust and grinded against his smaller submissive. The bulges of the knot twisted and slapped against the tender flesh of his pucker time and again, each time softening his walls and stretching him just a bit more. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the gryphon popped that knot in him and they'd be stuck together, and that once that happened he had no potential way to escape the situation, but that didn't keep him from pushing the limit.

He knew that a tie might be too far, but his mind was curious and his cock was swollen with the type of excitement that comes with cheating death. He felt the adrenaline surge in his chest as he took greater and greater risks by refusing to halt Ceylon's assault on his backside. The longer he waited, the more likely it would be that he'd end up in a situation he couldn't avoid.

He couldn't focus too much on that, as his mind was stewing in a cyclical manner that served to fill him with anxiety instead of the pleasure he sought after with this majestic beast of an avian.

Mentally, he closed himself down long enough to force himself back up to his elbows in order to brace himself. He gritted his teeth and clenched his rump to better feel the sensations of Ceylon's ribs pummeling him. Within only a few well timed thrusts, he started to get into a better rhythm by relaxing and clenching in time with the gryphon's motions, arching his back to get the right angle every time to ensure maximum depth of penetration.

Then it happened.

After a series of powerful thrusts matched by Var's whimpering push backs, Ceylon leaned back and wrapped both talons around Var's hips, holding him in place and taking control as he increased his vigor and speed. The knot kept slapping for the first few thrusts, but before long Ceylon had slowed while pushing a bit harder each time. Mere seconds had passed before he stopped thrusting completely and just started grinding, hips gyrating as the two lobes of his knot rolled and shifted from side to side.

Mere moments had passed before the many bulges of the gryphon's knot lurched into him all at once, dilating his flesh while probing at his depths with the barbs lining the tip. Var grunted and whimpered a bit as he squeezed his thighs together, but he knew in that very second that he was tied and his fate was sealed, at least for the night. His body shuddered in delight, but then quickly tensed up in fear as he felt the knot start to swell inside him, which in turn made his own cock swell and throb.

For some foolish reason, Var had failed to factor in the growth of the knot post tie. In his aroused, addled state of mind he had assumed and self-asserted that the knot was already at full girth, as it was already massive compared to him and it seemed clear that it'd grow no further. However, once the bulging mass of gryphon cock had buried itself in Var's flesh, it began growing to thrice its girth!

"Aaaaahhhhngh!" Var cried out as he tried to pull forward. He internally hoped he could maybe tug enough to have the knot yanked from him before it grew too big, but quickly found that it was too late for him already. As he leaned forth and tensed up his groin in an attempt to push Ceylon out of him he felt the distinct burn of his flesh being stretched taut against the bulging lobes. His rump was distended and had expanded out from under his tail, plump anal lips barely holding on.

"Are you okay?" Ceylon asked as he leaned down to preen and nibble at Var's shoulder. His voice was strained and meek, like he was in the throes of an orgasm. Well, more than just similar, he was actually experiencing the pinnacle of pleasure as his climax erupted deep into Var's bowels through a series of cock throbs and pulsations that squirted gryphon seed.

The heat and pressure had captured Var well enough that he couldn't respond, at least at first. The throb of knot pressing against his prostate mixed with the subtle friction of the supple lobes rubbing against his inner flesh were accented by the deep tickle of barbs deep within him that plucked at his flesh. Everything felt so wonderful, and he was so overwhelmed with pleasure that he hadn't even noticed that he was being milked.

Yes, the pressure from Ceylon's shapely cock was pressing just right on his prostate and the subtle shifts and rocks in motion combined by the tug were actually coaxing stream after stream of his own seed out and into the moss between his legs.

Ceylon noticed this and trilled gently at Var. "I'll take that as a yes." He acknowledged before giving another thrust to bury his knot as deep as it would go, which was the only way to alleviate the pressure on Var's rump hole.

This shift in weight and the slight bit of friction further coaxed another spurt out of Var, only this time he was cut off mid stream by Ceylon's beak nuzzling at his side, tongue out to lap at the hybrid's shaft. This was enough for Var, but he couldn't help but blush in bashfulness now that his seed had been spilled. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess of your-"

"It's okay, dear." Ceylon cooed at him with a gentle pawing at Var's neck and shoulder, also punctuated by a kind preen of neck fur. "But I must confess, I wasn't entirely forward with you."

Var'Rex was too deeply engaged in the intense throbbing he felt under his tail to recognize that Ceylon was issuing caution. He only nodded and squeezed his rump to tug on the knot again, an action that milked more seed from the gryphon's depths to fill his bowels.

Though Ceylon may have been distracted by pleasure, he was still lucid enough to continue. "Var, I hope you didn't have plans until morning. I fear that if you weren't familiar with gryphon traditions, you might not be aware that my knot will not untie itself from you until morning. You're stuck with me until the sun rises."

Var could feel his face go blank as he stared back at Ceylon, who was still pressing his chest down against Var's back. He wasn't sure how this would affect him, since he wasn't planning on getting back on the road until morning anyway, but the thought of being tied to a gryphon for a sizable portion of the day was both alluring and scary! He squeezed his groin once more to pull at the knot while trying his best to resist the urge to stroke himself before he was able to muster up any words. "C-could we go back to my camp and sleep there? I'm sure my Mjingar would prefer if I was there with him."

"Of course! That makes perfect sense to me!" Ceylon agreed. However, when he went to turn and walk away, Var stayed in place. Together, they were rump to rump with tails interlaced and their faces in opposite direction, and the quick movement of the gryphon had dragged Var backwards by his rump! "Oh, well it seems we're truly and well enough stuck! Whatever shall we do?"

"You could carry me." Var said, his voice quiet enough that Ceylon had to lean back to hear.

"Sorry, what was that my dear? You've so very quiet!"

Var whimpered to himself as Ceylon's every move tugged at his rump. He had to struggle to keep the knot inside him, or at least it felt that way given his stretched his hole had become. In reality, there was no chance it would pop out, no matter how much Ceylon yanked and tugged and pulled. "I-I was thinking maybe you could carry me? My camp is just beyond the stream and up the hill in the clearing. We've set up a bonfire there, and-"

"Perfect, I know the place." Ceylon said with aplomb, mood suddenly chipper and energetic. "Come my darling, I shall take you to your place of camp, and I shall meet your partner!" He then turned and hopped over Var once again so that Var was nestled up nice and comfy against the gryphon's chest plumage. Ceylon then wrapped one of his forelegs around Var's upper torso before pulling Var up off his hands and knees and waddling away from the moonlit clearing.

The difference in size was enough that Var couldn't touch the ground unless he extended his legs, but given the fact that he was about to be carried, he felt it best to cross his arms over his chest and tuck his legs up against his belly. As the two of them darted through the thick vegetation of the forest, Var's dangling cock left slimy trails of seed and precum on the leaves, something that both tickled him and made him laugh.

Ceylon literally did carry him up against his belly all the way back to Mjingar, gingerly stepping between trees and somehow not making a sound when stepping on the leaves and twigs on the ground. When they arrived at the campsite, Mjingar yawned and glanced up at them, confused but excited to see Var'Rex returned. Somehow, the felkin didn't think twice about seeing Ceylon there, which was peculiar but also good for Var.

The last thing Var'Rex needed was to be tied to a gryphon during a scrap with his felkin mount, though that would definitely have been an adventure.

Luckily for all parties involved, Mjingar remained placid in the presence of Ceylon. Evidently, Var's calmness had translated well enough to tell his mount that everything was okay and that Ceylon wasn't a threat. Either that, or Mjingar was still lacking the lucidity needed to understand the situation. Either way, the mount remained calm as he yawned and licked his chops.

"Beautiful beastie! Can he talk?" Ceylon asked Var as he cradled him by his belly.

Var shook his head. "No speech, but he's smart. We communicate, but it's not vocally. Why do you ask? Did you have something planned?"

Ceylon went to answer, but then paused for a moment as he contemplated the implications of his response. Eventually, he just shook his head. "Not in particular; I'd be interested in mounting him or having him mount me, but if he's non sentient I'd prefer not to impose."

This made Var'Rex laugh. "Oh, don't you worry about this horny bastard. He might not be able to speak, but that doesn't mean he doesn't demand my attention from time to time. In fact-" He paused mid sentence to lick his lips while also crossing his legs to squeeze his member from either side. "In fact, I think he's begging for some attention right now."

Mjingar had done nothing to garner this sort of response. In fact, the felkin was staring blankly across the clearing at the trunk of a tree, not concentrating on anything. Didn't stop Var from insisting.

Despite the mount not showing any interest in physical affection, Var still leaned forward to tug on Ceylon's knot while pawing at Mjingar's belly, hands exploring the felkin's torso towards his cock. He reached between legs to rub gently at the sheath and bulbous tip that was poking out the end. This immediately focused Mjingar's attention, as he quickly turned back to look at Var before glancing over at a mostly innocent looking Ceylon.

"Don't worry." Var assured his gryphon companion. "Mjingar loves a good tasting. Now if only he could...yep, there we go." He grunted as his mount lifted his leg to give better access to his groin. "Don't mind me, you've awoken something inside me." He gave one final wink back to Ceylon before massaging and caressing the felkin's cock, coaxing it from its confines.

Ceylon watched with a cocked head and a gapey beak-grin, eager to see what happened as Var's rump squeezed and tugged on his knot. He was more than happy to let Var'Rex do whatever he wanted, for they were stuck together regardless of Mjingar's participation.

Naturally, Var'Rex was finding himself slowly descending into lust madness as he came to desire more and more from his two studs. The taste of gryphon seed was still on his tongue, and while he had enjoyed a series of pleasant micro-orgasms thanks to Ceylon's knot within him, he hadn't yet felt that wondrous burst of climax that would spill his essence all over the clearing. As such, he was eager and hungry for the flesh of his mount, which manifested as he wrapped both hands around Mjingar's cock and started sensually licking at the tip.

While Mjingar remained somewhat disinterested, as he was still half asleep and yawning, he couldn't help but buck his hips as his groin swelled; his cock unfolded from his sheath in much the same way an equine's would to grow in Var's hands while a bead of precum dribbled out the tip that was quickly lapped up by his rider's tongue.

All the while, Ceylon did his best to not get too involved. His member was still intermittently pumping shots of avian seed deep into Var, and his pleasure had yet to subside. He was happy to watch and feel what the tiny hybrid adventurer was doing to him, especially given the fact that Var kept on tugging and gyrating every few licks.

This lasted only a few minutes with Var'Rex sensually kissing and licking Mjingar's shaft and cock tip in between his own motions that also tugged and squeezed at Ceylon's knot. All was going well and all three were having a pleasant time, but the more Var worked his mount's shaft, the more excited Mjingar grew, both physically and mentally. His member was almost at full girth and firmness as it throbbed and smeared its precum all up and down Var's eager cheek.

Var'Rex was loving this, and his own cock was throbbing and dripping various fluids, yet it wasn't enough. He needed more; to taste Mjingar was merely a first step! With that in mind, he adjusted himself to better handle what was to come as he opened his maw wide and slid the felkin's cock tip down his throat. He could feel the throb of Mjingar's heartbeat accenting the occasional throb and pump of his shaft, and that was enough to trigger Var's ravenous desires.

Mere seconds had passed before Var began rocking back and forth, maw gulping and gullet quivering against the assault of the quickly growing flare of Mjingar's equine-like cock tip. He had to do all he could to suppress his gag reflex as Mjingar placed his front paw on Var's shoulder, holding him in place while he started sensually grinding his hips up to Var's maw.

The felkin's cock started pumping in and out of his rider's gullet as if it were a rump, his feral needs indiscriminately demanding a caress from his throat flesh. At the same time, Ceylon's member started pumping once more, pumping Var's bowels up with so much seed that he began to feel bloated.

All at once, Var forced himself forward so that his snout was pressed tight to Mjingar's belly with the mount's cock tip somewhere past his neck and bulging out his esophagus somewhere in his torso just above his belly. From there, it took only a few more quick motions to have Mjingar tense up every muscle in his body as his flare exploded in Var's belly, plugging them together long enough to erupt a thick, musky blast of seed deep into Var, which made him cough and gag and sputter cum out the corner of his maw.

The gagging and the pleasure squeezed Var's rump once more, which made Ceylon buck into him and force his lips to press even harder against Mjingar's belly. This lasted only a second, as the felkin's member was already beginning to go flaccid and tug out of Var'Rex's gullet, leaving him gagging and sputtering while he drooled copious amounts of cum that had been spewed in his maw. Given the stud's similarity to that of a horse, he was done quick, but also ready for another round nearly instantly.

As Var'Rex struggled to keep himself from losing the seed off the tip of his muzzle, he gulped heavily and kept it inside his maw as its thick gobs rolled over his tongue. It was thick, it was sweet, and it was earthy while also being slightly musky and bitter. Perfect.

He was prepared to relax and call it a night, where he'd be able to curl up between Ceylon and Mjingar with knot still throbbing inside him, but it appeared that Mjingar was only just beginning.

The felkin rolled to his feet and stood tall next to Ceylon, licking his chops as he showed his dominance, member swelling once more. He was quite a bit larger than the gryphon, as he was a full head and shoulders taller. His member was still drooling enough that it made Var'Rex reach forward to try and steal another taste, but their position kept his cock just out of reach.

"What's going on now?" Ceylon asked, curious but excited at the same time.

"I think he wants you." Var said from beneath the gryphon. He then coughed and gulped down what he could to keep his belly bloated with felkin seed. "Go ahead, let him mount, present yourself."

Ceylon seemed apprehensive at first, as he was still knotted deep in Var and wasn't convinced it was a good idea to be penetrated at the same time, but his reservations faltered as he got a good look at Mjingar's member glistening in the blend of cool moonlight and the faint glow of the ademane mist. Once he saw that, he chirped and shuffled in place to expose his plump pucker to the felkin, careful to not yank too hard on Var in the process. Well, he yanked a bit; he loved it when he felt a knot tugging.

Mjingar wasted no time showing his happiness, as he quickly hopped from side to side on his front legs before leaning in and nipping at the gryphon's haunches. He was playful, but that facade had quickly dissipated as he got a proper look at the underside of Ceylon's tail. His cock throbbed again, slapping against his belly before he leapt up and wrapped his front legs around the gryphon's haunches, his cock tip quickly finding its mark and popping into Ceylon's rump with relative well lubricated ease.

The sudden weight and shifting pressure of Mjingar on Ceylon was amplified against Var'Rex as he felt a discernible swell in the knot that applied even more pressure to his rump end while also feeling the shifting sensation of the gryphon's length sliding in deeper as Var was pinned to the ground. His tongue lolled out and his eyes rolled in pleasure as he clutched and gripped at the grass, struggling to not burst once more. His own pleasure was building well beyond the series of micro-orgasms he'd been enjoying and was verging on explosive ejaculation, a sensation he welcomed.

For better or for worse, Mjingar's mounting session didn't last all too long, as the equine in him once again dictated that his lovemaking be brisk yet intense. He bucked like a stallion with his long shaft and bulging knot slapped at Ceylon's rump, the flesh squelching and making a series of guttural whorls and sputtering slaps. He thrust and slammed hips to hips, flare expanding deep inside to pump and tug at the gryphon's depths with the sort of rapid succession only a stallion could muster.

Var'Rex growled at himself as he felt the impact of every thrust. While Mjingar was pumping his member in and out of Ceylon's backside, the pressure was hitting all of the gryphon's most sensitive spots while also pressing the avian's body down. This made Ceylon's cock throb in delight alongside every thrust while also pumping its girth in and out to match each bucking motion which then ensured that Var was feeling a toned down yet wonderful sensation of being filled by two beasts at once. His own member quickly swelled to full girth again and he grabbed around the base of the knot as he felt his seed burst from his loins. To him, it felt like the essence passed from Mjingar and through Ceylon into him to be spilled against the moss of the ground.

He could feel the pressure as Mjngar's flare expanded to fill Ceylon, which in turn made Ceylon clench and tense his muscles in such a way that he, too, pumped more into Var. The heat from that tickled him inside so well that it caressed a series of ejaculations from him as well. Finally, as Mjingar finished, his front paws lightly tapped at Var's haunches from around Ceylon's waist before he pulled away and hopped off, his soft cock dangling between his legs as a bridge of felkin cum trailed from his cock to gryphon rump.

Ceylon pumped his tail while also tensing his loins, offering one last deposit of seed inside Var. He then collapsed forward and rolled onto his side, a movement that forced his cock deep enough to unseal the barrier caused by knot and rump flesh which resulted in a deluge of silken mess escaping.

Content, Mjingar stepped to the side and laid opposite Ceylon with paws touching talons and Var'Rex in between, forming a sort of bed for our plucky hero.

While it was clear that Mjingar and Ceylon were both spent, Var was still well enough awake with one hand wrapped around himself and the other clutching at Mjingar's belly. Ceylon's cock remained throbbing and pumping inside him, but after a few moments he had found a comfortable spot that allowed him to enjoy it without it distracting him and keeping him awake. Finished or not, it didn't take long at all before the moonlight and the warmth of the two quadrupeds stole away his resolve.

As expected, he slipped into a pleasant slumber that was interrupted every hour or so by the stirring of the gryphon and the tugging of his knot. All in all, however, the rest was quite pleasant right up until the sunrise.

Var'Rex had properly paid his toll to be on gryphon land, yet he almost would have preferred to stay rather than continue on his journey. Almost. Not quite. He still had much to see and experience.