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This fictional story contains a sexual situation wherein one of the characters hasn't given explicit consent. Though he doesn't exactly have much of a problem with the situation he gets caught up in...

Written for a friend with a name eerily similar to mine; Kaelith. Enjoy!

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In the shine of the moonlight, a figure quietly slipped through one of the windows leading into the Argona mansion. It was a long tailed, fuzzy creature wearing a robe, with two horns protruding from his head; a cheeky smile on his lips as he took in the hallway. He didn't usually steal, not even from the rich like the Argonas. But this was a special case; they'd acquired a very valuable commodity that also happened to be quite a powerful weapon and the thief couldn't very well let something like that stay in the hands of burghers.

Pulling down his hood, the dragon-otter summoned a small ball of water in the palm of his handpaw, washing over the windowsill in the hope that it would erase any evidence he'd left. He wasn't a thief or a rogue by any means; he was a hydromancer by trade, but Earl Argona had proven to be less than willing to negotiate on the price of the gemstone, so Kaelith had decided to take matters into his own paws.

With a cautious step, he made his way down the carpeted hallway, throwing glances from left to right. The outside of the mansion hadn't been tightly watched; two guards at the front door, one patrolling the yard and perimeter, and no locks on the windows. For an Earl, that was very lax security and it gave the dragon otter a nasty suspicion that he was walking into a trap. But he didn't let that deter him.

Rounding a corner, he was faced with a large oaken door. A keyhole at the centre of the door called for devices that the hydromancer didn't bring... But he had other means of entering a room. Extending a handpaw, he focused on his tie to the water elements. Tendrils of turquoise water formed from the tips of his digits, seeming to take in the room for a brief moment before surging forwards.

Kaelith only realised at the last second that the tendrils weren't about to be quiet. Instead of breaking the hinges as he'd expected, the rogue tendrils instead surged forwards and smashed a hole in the middle of the door, sending it crash onto the floor. The otter froze as the fur on his neck stood in fear. Someone had to have heard that.

But nothing happened. Not a sound of movement in the house. Something was wrong. Collecting himself, the otter jumped through the door opening and looked about the darkened room. It was the treasury of the estate - he'd gotten lucky for once. There were shields and spears of gold and silver scattered about, gemstones dotting the walls in elaborate displays, and at the centre, a perfect diamond with a swirling yellow essence in it was resting atop a purple pillow.

"Gotcha," the otter said as he reached forwards for the gem. But right before he could take the stone, a clawed appendage wrapped itself around his arm and pulled him up. "Wh- who...!"

The otter was brought face to face with a yellow beak belonging to a large, hunky male gryphon - it was the Earl himself. Gryldan Argora. He was well over two heads taller than the smaller otter, and a might plumage covered his body. His shoulders were clad in white feathers that gradually tinted brown the further down his body they went, eventually turning dark near his feet. His head had an almost heroic look; a scar across his left eye, large, shining green emeralds for eyes, and brown feathers topped his head. All this was complimented by a mighty, bright yellow beak that had a scar on the left side, seemingly from the same incident that gave him the scar on his eye.

His build - too - was imposing. He was broad shouldered, but by no means did he have a body akin to a statue. No, this body was one that was built by decades of manual labour and training with heavy armour and weapons. Strong, true muscles hidden away underneath those feathers. And he liked to show off, too. Indeed, the earl was clad only in a leather skirt - an item of clothing that the gryphons of the city were quite attached to.

He eyed the otter up and down and shook his head, pressing the tip of his sharp spear against the thief's throat. "My, my. Kaelith Venlen. I should have expected you would try to steal my stone. Is it really so valuable to you?"

"Oi, you let me go!" the otter kicked with his legs, catching the big figure in the stomach and forcing Gryldan to drop him. "That stone belongs to me, you know!" With a swift move, the otter jumped into the air and lashed out with his handpaw, a water whip materialising in it and striking the gryphon over the beak.

But it didn't seem to hurt much, as the gryphon immediately swung out his spear and knocked the otter onto his knees when he landed. Placing his talons on the otter head, the Earl smiled with a wicked grin. "I recognise you. You've been giving me glances, haven't you? Got a thing for gryphons, hm?" The big noblegryph didn't have to hear an answer; the otter's blush and the scent of his arousal was obvious. "I thought so."

With a quick move, Gryldan threw a pink sandy powder at the otter. The powder stung in Kaelith's eyes, and at first he thought it was just sand. But as it began to melt and seep into his pores, he felt something peculiar happen to his body. All the sense of anxiety over being caught was replaced with a desire to... No, he shook his head and tried to climb onto his feet, but his legs gave out and he looked up at the big gryphon in confusion.

"Advatarian pheromones," the Earl chuckled softly. "You're about to become very servile, Venlen. Not that I imagine they're necessary, what with your infatuation with me. But they're also an aphrodisiac."

He could feel it. His face was burning, and he grasped at his chest as he felt the powder spread in his body. Soon, he felt himself lose control. His body responded to the most base insticts; the lust, the desire, the warmth... He felt himself surge forwards, his nose pressing against the Earl's leather skirt, taking in his scent... The scent of a dominant, strong male gryphon.

Shaking his head, the otter let out a growl and lunged at the bigger male. He couldn't get a grip on his upper body in spite of it being bare, and the otter fell onto his back. The gryphon laughed as he watched, a foot nudging Kaelith's side gently. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

Oh, he was. Grabbing a hold of the Earl's leg, the dragon otter dug his teeth in deep. But he struggled to but in much force. Whatever those pheromones were doing, they inhibited his strength and he could feel it slowly draining from his body. But he was not about to give up easily, even as Gryldan grasped a hold of the otter and threw him onto the floor with an avian snarl.

Pushing the otter onto his back, the gryphon ripped off his leather skirt and straddled the smaller male's chest. Putting up a token fight, Kaelith soon submitted as he felt the larger males heavy balls rest against his muzzle; a long shaft crowning them with beads of pre dripping along the nubbed head, over the multiple over and underside ridges, and onto the also-nubbed hilt.

The smallish dragon otter took a deep whiff and felt his arousal. The male's musk was strong and seared his nostrils with an air of dominance and leadership. His eyes became fixated on the large rod, and he slowly ran his nose along it, feeling every inch against his sensitive whiskers and lips as he let out a submissive moan.

Kaelith - now under the full influence of the dust - wrapped his forked tongue around the base of the shaft and let out an involuntary moan as he tasted the salty pre of the bigger male. The big, glorious shaft dripped with the musky, translucent pre onto the grey furred male's head, even as he carefully ran his coiled tongue along the length.

As he reached the tip, his maw wrapped around the fleshy pike, tasting the throbbing length. The gryphon responded by grabbing the other horn, and pulling his hips back a little bit, before thrusting forwards. Kaelith felt the large member slowly expand in his maw as blood rushed to it, his jaw being forced wider and wider as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in sheer pleasure.

"That's a good little thief," Gryldan said with a mischievous chuckle as he pulled his hips back again before thrusting his member into the otter's throat, listening to the otter's saliva dripping from his overfilled maw and onto the floor of the treasury.

There was a part of Kaelith that wanted to respond with cheek, but aside from his maw being full of gryphon cock, there was something that prevented him from resisting. A deep desire to be close to this avian male; to be used by him. In any way he desired. Unable to contend with the heat, the otter began to remove his garments, his ebon member already hard and dripping pre onto his fuzzy thighs as the gryphon began to muzzle fuck him.

And right as it seemed the gryphon had reached his peak, he pulled out of the muzzle and let out a squawk. "On your knees, Venlen," he commanded and pushed the otter backwards. Kaelith just about managed to catch himself in time bracing against the floor with his elbows, his tail instinctively raising as he looked over his shoulder and saw the big male wet the tips of two of his talons. "Let's make this a pleasurable exchange, shall we?"

As the words departed his beak, Gryldan jabbed the two talons against Kaelith's tailring. It gave way to his warm insides, and he could feel the dulled claws of the noble avian explore his insides - at least for a brief moment, as they quite quickly found the target of his prostate and began to rub over it. Jolts of electricity burst through Kaelith's body as the large gryphon teased the prostate, a loud moan escaping his damp muzzle.

It seemed to last an eternity. The Earl would press against the prostate, then stop, then do it again. It edged the otter, whose knotted, thick ebon shaft seemed to let out an unending series of drips onto the floor below. When finally the avian deemed the 'torture' enough, he grabbed his partner's hips and - with no warning at all - thrust forwards.

Kaelith could feel the thick gryphon's shaft and every detail on it; the ridges along the bottom and top, and the small nubs at the base. It filled him so thoroughly that he swore it had grown an inch or two since being in his maw. His claws dug into the floor as he felt the Earl pull back; the ridges and nubs teasing along his insides, pulling slowly over the poor otter's prostate, causing his legs to shiver in pleasure.

Then he thrust forwards; and the feeling started all over. His insides were assaulted by the massive member, and he could feel the powerful Gryldan's pulse through the thick shaft as it pressed against his stretched walls. He couldn't tell how long it was before the gryphon pulled out again, but it was a while. It seemed the larger male took pleasure in being as slow as possible with his thief.

The sloppy sounds of the pre and saliva covered member thrusting in- and pulling out of the otter's tail hole was soon all he could hear. And his mind was lost in an ecstacy of sex; he felt the taloned hands drags over his sides as he bigger male bred him, and he saw him spread his wings wide as he cast a glance over his shoulder.

Finally, the thrusts reached their peak. Gryldan's beak snatched around the otter's neck, as his hips connected with his for one last time. A tremendous rush of seed exploded from the gryphon's shaft, the sheer pressure against his prostate enough to throw him over the edge and into the throes of orgasm. As his ebon cock throbbed and spilled its lutrine seed onto the floor, the dragon otter was lost completely.

Whatever happened next, the otter wasn't aware of. He collapsed forwards, losing himself to a darkness of pleasure and slipping into a state of near-consciousness. When he finally came to, he saw the gryphon had left him; though someone left a fresh pair of clothes and a small letter in elegant handwriting.

Mister Venlen,

As a display of appreciation for spending the night with His Lordship, the Honourable Earl Gryldan Argora, you are hereby bestowed the Goldfire Stone that you so desire.

The Earl asks that you please remain quiet about the events in the treasury, but invites you to return should you at any point find yourself in the need of company.

Best Regards,

Neva Canton

Steward of House Argora