Amoyre
I remember the first time I had someone mythical. I remember her very well.
For whatever reason, a fluke of demographics, not many of the species lumped together as 'mythic' for who knows what ancient reasons settled here near Tischwood. I myself was somewhat of an oddity. The majority of the population was a mix of beavers, otters, and raccoons; they all differentiated amongst themselves but for the longest time, I could only distinguish between the three species, not identify individuals--unless they had some gigantic disfigurement.
There were quite a few birds, but I didn't see many of them where I was. They took to the place well and had no desire to leave, and rarely went on to further their educations.
And I'm confident that no one saw any other lizard besides me, for in those years I was the only one for probably 50 miles. Definitely I was the only tegu..not that the general populace would be able to identify my species without consulting anatomy textbooks.
I have, if I may say so, a handsome black and white mottled hide, which comes together in unique bands across my front, slightly smaller ones on my back, that continue down my tail. This really only begins to describe it. Irregular variation causes different details everywhere; the closer one comes, the more there is to see. It made an amusing game for one of my beloved students, a near-sighted mole who chortled with delight at remembering all of these details. I used to signal for him to come to me by taking pictures of random locations on my body and having him guess where the camera was pointed..but perhaps that's more relevant to another story, another time.
There was an excellent reason for the absence of other reptiles. Another fluke led me to take a job instructing at a tiny tech school up North near the ocean, in a town locked with ice for 3 months out of the year, and where fishing was the main occupation. Many offspring of the natives were always looking for ways to leave that place, and I certainly couldn't blame them. I would have jumped at the chance, but I had left such a wide and disruptive trail at the few schools I'd employed with (in sensible, warm climates of course) that here I was, driven to the ends of the earth, a place to den up..as we could say metaphorically, I had to drop my tail and run, and Tischwood was a place I could wait for it to grow back.
You see, I've always been corrupt. Education, as a field, opened itself wide to me as an avenue for an easy living, and as I've dealt with adults, sometimes desperate adults, willing to trade many things for a piece of paper, I've supplimented my income at some times, and enjoyed other fringe benefits at others. I'll stand by my lofty ideals, if you'll grant me that much..I didn't pass out the highest marks to these students whose need to succeed drove them to deal with me, I just let them slide by. If all I did was accept bribes for grades, there would be no interesting tales to tell!
No, the habit that got me chased from warmer gardens into this freezing hell was the seduction of gifted students, giving them everything I had to give, in return for some of the non-monetary benefits I mentioned earlier. They would sometimes adopt a sham residence, a pretense of living in a dorm, for instance..but I would take them in if it was convinient. They would become my lovers, and I would see to their academic success.
And so, the stage is set--you wished to know about the first time I had someone mythical. It's truly odd that while I was in the warmer, better schools, with its great crush of all different species living together, I never took one on then. It happened at Tischwood.
I'm sure she wasn't native, as she had a strange accent. She was taking a dummy version of a course she would later need to take at a University, called 'Intro to Elementary Real Analysis', and since most of my students here are utter failures, furry trash, I took a certain pleasure in performing as a gatekeeper, failing them left and right. But I knew she didn't belong in Tischwood, and I decided to make her into a project.
She had beautiful hawk eyes and a perky beak, chocolate feathers that I still think of. I believe I have kept some as a keepsake, but I have no idea where they might be now. I remember her perky, expressive triangular ears, a marvelous set of wings that she needed specially designed clothes to accomidate, and a wonderful long tail that reminded me of a panther, though she told me I was mistaken in a giggling voice every time I asked about it..Amoyre Kaltstein, a gryphon.
I know what it is to be unique in this town, and she learned it too..although she saw a fabulous up side that I unfortunately never did. I, with my slow plodding gait and large tail trailing behind me, rumors following as well, about my habits of eating kits live and lurking in the school's furnace room, was an infamous sight, snickered at and avoided. She was a star. She could fly, she could run, she was beautiful, but intimidating as well. She was very popular.
All of these things were noted by me, and so of course it was natural that when she came to my office for help, I was more than willing to bargain with her. It plays back so well in my mind, that it almost makes me warm from the inside.
'Please, Professor Von Fredricks--I just don't understand this. I MUST get it soon..I have to compete next week, in the cross-bay acrobatic flight finals..I won't have time to study, I need to work ahead. But I can't understand how this epislon proof stuff works.' Amoyre sighed, her tail still, her ears perked up to listen to me, but everything else about her sagged with defeat.
'How it works,' I hissed. 'Perhaps I can help.' I stood and walked around her chair, to the door of my office, which was behind her. I shut it slowly, and pulled a shade down. She watched me, perhaps startled. I had a great deal of respect for her claws, and her beak, but I had to gamble, for the prize was so sweet. I lowered myself to the floor and shuffled over, resting my hand on her thigh. 'You're speaking of sequences, yes?
She stared at me, then whispered 'Yes.'
So I continued. 'Let's imagine there's a destination I'd like to go to, but you're skeptical..you think I've never been within 10 cm of the place..' I hissed softly as I put my claw on her side, rubbing and working my fingers under her blouse.
She stiffened, then relaxed, and nodded. 'Go on, professor.'
'Please, call me Hauke,' I rumbled, bobbing my head back at her. It was instinctual, a response to her nod, and I doubt she understood that..but it's one of the things that she did that was so right, so perfect..'So, I need to convince you that I've been within 10 cm of this special place..perhaps the first place I touch is too far away..and perhaps the second is as well.' I moved my claw up into her blouse, and caressed her wonderful fur. 'But after the third touch, suddenly you're sure that I'm within 10 cm of this mound you have here, Ms. Kaltstein. I've noticed it through your tight-fitting clothes on numerous occasions.' I settled my clawtip right on the edge of the tight pants she wore.
She suddenly clicked her beak and made what passed for a grin. 'If I'm to understand your example, then, if I say 'Well, 10 cm is nothing. I'll grant you were that close, but you were surely never 5 cm from it.' She placed her taloned hand on mine, through her blouse, then moved it to tap her sex.
'Then I would have to demonstrate that eventually, yes, I do come within that radius,' I hissed, touching her several more times, drawing ever closer.
'And then, I might say to you...Hauke..'Well, you've reached 5 cm..but can you reach 1cm?'
'And I would have to demonstrate that yes, I could..it might take me many, many steps, but if I could get there, then I would pass your challenge...'
She moaned as my clawtip wandered, touching and lifting, touching and lifting, closer to its goal . 'Until ..you..get there?' she asked, breathless.
'No,' I said, resting my other claw on her thigh. 'The sequence may, in fact, never reach its destination. But no matter how small of a boundary you set around that limit, I will eventually surpass it. The sequence terms can possibly be different from the goal, each and every one.'
She undid her shirt suddenly, somehow. I must admit, it caught me off guard..with a shrug of her wings, it fell away. 'But what a shame it would be, professor,' she whispered, 'if it never arrived...in fact, it would be disappointing to me if it took too long of a time.'
I smiled and gently reached in, and rubbed her perking clitoris between my scaly fingers, delighted at her quickness. She groaned, and looked at me hard. 'I've never had such a--a stimulating conversation with a professor..' she sighed.
It was simply too much good fortune for me to stand. I leaned forward and pressed my black-and-white mottled, blunt snout between her legs and sighed slowly, rubbing her chest, and felt her taloned hands play about my shirt, removing it, revealing my striped back.
I nuzzled her tight furry belly, snorting occasionally at the feathers on her chest that occasionally tickled my nose, and undid her pants, which she helped me remove by standing up. I got to my feet and with a deft flick of my claw, undid the belt that held up my specially-tailored-for-large-tail pants all on its own.
So we stood, naked. She panted, her beak slightly open, her head tilted to the side. I found it arousing enough so that even without a touch, my favored right hemipenis was already poking from my vent, everting on its way out. We watched each other, I her breathing, her tight body, muscles honed by years of altheticism; she observed my own body, surely foreign to her, a mere slit between my legs now bulging out and opened up by my emerging and now hard shaft; then we looked up simultaneously.
Our eyes met; she looked nervous, so I winked in what I hoped was a charming matter. 'You can lean over the chair, if you like,' I hissed. 'Or put back on your clothes, and go.'
I stepped to the side, not getting any farther from her beautiful body, removing myself from her path to the door to emphasize my point. She looked at the door, and a thoughtful look crossed her face. Can I even begin to tell you the despair I felt at that point? But again, my beautiful prize amazed me. She leaned down, examined the doorknob, and clicked against the small button set in the knob with a talon. 'You forgot to lock it..Hauke, the absent-minded professor.'
She grinned, the wonderful girl, and I'm sure I grinned back. She started bending over the chair slowly, spreading her wings, spreading her legs, and revealing everything to me. Her tail was lifted to the side, I could see her puckered hole, and the wonderful mound that had served us so well as a tactile learning aide.
She looked over her shoulder, and asked 'Will anyone catch us? Knock on the door while we're...' and she giggled mischeiviously. It was hard to believe that she would have stopped no matter what I answered..her feathers were perked up, fanned out, she was ready..her vagina was dripping juices onto my chair.
I moved forward, resting on her back, climbing up on her a little, pushing my tail between her legs so my cloaca and everted hemipenis were pressed up between her butthole and vagina, tip of the cock touching the lips. 'I'm quiet,' I hissed..'So if you are as well, this can be our little ....secret!' I timed my first thrust into my beautiful gryphon with that last word, and she gasped in surprise, and then growled, bowing her head.
If you are a mammal, and if you are male, I wish I could describe to you how it felt..how it feels every time I find someone warm to push my way into, warmer than the air around me, the walls or the floor, a warmth that gets wet. Beyond that, the warmth that flows up from the back of a lover and into my belly and chest, just from sprawling out on them. In the cases of some reluctant but truly gifted students, who I had felt a duty to nuture, all I asked from this was this closeness, this fur-to-scale basking. I can't explain it better than that, my education fails me.
I savored her warmth, and as I expected, she was tight and stayed that way, clenching her vagina, as I moved slowly back and forth, poking around for purely her pleasure.
She continued to growl through all of this, and stopped only to pant. Her talons destroyed the upholstery of the chair, clenching and releasing, as I got into better position on her back, my tail curling around one of her tight, muscular thighs, and I began my attentions in earnest. I pushed in as far as I could, burying myself in that tight, but accomidating flesh, and held it there as she shuddered and moaned softly.
After a slow withdrawl, I listened to her pant, then growl, and finally sigh. Much more slowly, I worked my way back inside, listening to her growl again, just letting her accustom herself to what I hoped would become a familiar visitor.
Her breathing slowed, she moaned..a sound different from a growl, and I hissed quietly 'shussh..be still.' I settled my hands on her sides, near the boundary of her fur and her feathers, and traced back and forth along that line curiously, as she moaned again, shifting her hind feet. My tail, curled around one of her legs, allowed me to stay exactly where I wished to be to keep myself as deeply inside of her as I could reach without winding up for a thrust.
'It's...' she began, and then gasped. I stroked her furry stomach and waited as she began to pant again, her cunt dripping all over my hemicock and onto the chair. 'It's in..and it's good..' she panted, then stopped and said in a higher pitch, like a chirp, 'Please?'
I leaned my head back, inflating my unfortunately small, but still rather dignified, pouch under my chin and rumbled, pressing it against her back. I could feel her shaking from the sound, travelling through her, and shaking for other reasons besides. 'I should ask 'please' from you, dear one,' I spoke quietly, trying not to rumble too loudly, trying not to hiss at her again.
It was time. I pulled out slowly, then pushed back inside of her immediately, quickly. She kept herself under control with a great deal of effort, making a muffled groan. She was holding her beak closed with one claw, pressed against the chair, my significant weight on her back. I repeated the stroke, causing another groan, then again, and again. Her breathing settled into my pattern, and she quieted herself, shuffling her quiet catpaws one last time, spreading herself as wide as she could, submitting herself to me.
Already I was stunned by her beauty, and then astonished by her willingness..and now she was giving herself to me, barely one fifth of the way through the schoolyear, with no cajoling, no prolonged seduction, no courtship other than our lesson..she was a true gem, a prize among all of my treasured companions..and she still is.
This first coupling of ours was less than my best performance. She was too hot, I was too eager, it didn't last as long as I could have made it. As I pulled out and pushed in again and again, she would buck up and push backwards against me, allowing me to reach places inside her that were just beyond the touch of my cocktip before, while I was introducing my member to her secret walls.
I rumbled again, as it's instinctual for me to bellow loudly at least once while mating, and this was the best I could do towards satisfying that urge, brought up by the wonderful constricting sensations her vulva gave my cock, the friction and heat created by our movements, the aroma of her, gathered by the tips of my tongue, as far away from her mound as it was--her taste was strong and intoxicating.
Over and over I plunged deep inside her, making us moan together, always conscious of where we were, the thrill of being in my office, so close to others walking back and forth in the corridor obviously exciting her greatly. This was all that the stimulation I needed..my hemipenis throbbed, I shuddered and gripped her tightly, digging in with my claws. She chirped in surprise as I held her shoulder in my jaws, hissing lowly, and I began to spray my lizardseed into her warm, inviting gryphoncunt.
My claws clenched, leaving several scratches in her hide through her fur, but the bite on her back was careful, meant only to hold her there beneath me in a purely symbolic way. She would have stayed there without the claws, without the bite. She wanted me inside her, she wanted my seed inside her. She held my claws with her talons and whispered to me all of this, digging into my wrists with her talons, holding me fast where I was, whispering 'Yes...'
I felt the flow subside, and I released her shoulder, and slowly licked the spot where I had fastened onto her hide. She continued to hold my claws in place, even though I had relaxed totally on her back. My tail unwound partially, causing me to lose some leverage, but my feet were on the floor. I was still hard, and had one last task.
'Let's make a deal,' I hissed near her ear. 'Come to class, but don't..' I grunted and pushed back into her hard, hearing her moan again.' Don't take notes. Come to my office for tutoring, and--" I groaned again, pressing myself against her. "We'll continue this wonderful student-teacher relationship.' I hissed something else but it wasn't words, it was lust. She said nothing but a moan, and nodded vigorously, her inner walls tightening around my shaft as she did.
I pushed her forward, and the chair rolled slightly, bumping us up against the wall. My lovely gryphon, my beautiful catbird..the excitement of how willing she was, her exotic nature, her beauty..it still is too much for me to endure. I miss her so, but she ascended to her proper place in the world, a shining star--and she did not forget me.
My seed mixed with her fluids, and dripped to the floor as I withdrew..I noted all of this, and was pleased with myself for having cleaning supplies in my desk (as I mentioned, I'd been doing this probably for as long as my beautiful gryphonness had been flying). I withdrew from her and stroked her back, using my nails, which made her giggle and shiver. She stood up, leaned forward, and nudged my snout with her beak, then traced down my mottled, striped, scaled chest. 'You can bet I'll be back for more, Teach-- Hauke.'