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Flock's Virginity

The Claiming of the Gryphons

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Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Saphira Fafnar

Continued from part one...

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Leaving the breeding-warmed gryphon behind, Xigfeldo took flight as if the heaviness of the earth had no sense of gravity to weigh him down, crying out his presence even though everyone already knew he was there. In and around the stone circle mingled the gryphons, some resting and others pacing restlessly, alike and different, their colouration slashed through the entire spectrum of colours. Even more so than dragons, he admired how they could boast different shades even in just a single feather, a dragon scale so small and strong that it didn't show as much detail as what they could. They were creatures designed by nature for another purpose and their feathers let them soar through the sky with stamina and lift that even some dragons were jealous of, although there was only admiration for them in Xigfeldo's heart. To see them come through so much and revel in the lives that they were then able to lead was more than enough for him.

And, well, ensuring that their flock was infused with his bloodlines to protect them and further their species, boosting them up more and more with every generation. The dragon's cock spurted, splattering pre-cum down as the gryphon hens churred and chattered, clearing a space for him as he landed.

Yes... Xigfeldo groaned. Strengthening the flock. That too. But it was hard to think of any kind of nobler cause when he was surrounded by virgin hens who were by no means destined to remain pure for any length of time longer, their tails lifted and needy slits flashed at him. Some were bolder than others as they backed up to him, inviting him in with a curl of their feline tails, but others hunkered down on the outskirts, not quite knowing what to do as he lay down so as to appear less of a threat to those who weren't quite sure as yet. He didn't need to intimidate anyone and if they didn't find the courage to mate with him that time, there was always the next year. There was no rush when the flock was so vibrantly strong, flourishing with fresh life, after all.

"Come now," he crooned softly as the bolder hens, quite literally, flocked around him, nuzzling his scales, admiring the muscle elegantly shaping his body. "There's more than enough to go around..."

There was nothing like having so many lustful eyes on him, the massive spire of his cock twitching and throbbing, pulsing out glistening droplets of pre-cum. Only Xigfeldo knew just how his internally held testis churned, the rise and throb of need curling up inside him like a cold heat that could not be suppressed by any means. No, that was the kind of need that could only be sated in the great release, pounding and spending his load inside hen after hen, their soft fur pressed up against him, pussies clutching, twitching and teasing...

Even his mind wandered, a little hen with black feathers and a grey hind end of fur nuzzled his cock curiously, though he was sure in the flock that it was not the first dick that she'd ever seen. They were too open for something like that, the gryphons charming with the adults, flirting and teasing, making sure that everyone knew that pleasure was, of course, there to be enjoyed. The black-feathered gryphon purred at him and he welcomed her in, cock twitching up to her beak, leaving a smear of pre-cum across the pretty, off-white curve of it.

"Go on," he murmured to her. "There's time enough for all of you, all of us."

He would not rush. He would languish and enjoy every last little moment, bringing the fertile, virgin hens into the next stage of their lives as she parted her beak, taking him very carefully into her maw. The dragon's cock was far, far too large for her to take more than the tip but even that was exotic as it pulsed, splattered lewdly crude and hefty doses of pre-cum into her beak over and over again. As much as her little tongue frantically swirled and tried to scoop it all up, there was nothing at all the little hen could do to stop it from slopping out of her beak repeatedly, the mess testament to her inexperience and, in a way, their incompatibility too.

But that was alright: if there was one thing that Xigfeldo had learned it was that things didn't always need to be perfect. Sex could be rough, sex could be messy, sex could leave one in disarray and yet there was no shame in it. There was no time in life to be prim and prissy, at least in his opinion, and he had little time in his life for those who were such, even if he was smirking and teasing them, or at least attempting too, into a more sordid and playful manner of life. Still, the hen chirped shyly and he stroked her face, letting her lean into his touch even as her tail flagged, lifting to show off her sex as she turned her back to him.

That was as open an invitation as anything he'd ever seen and Xigfeldo rumbled a growl, lumbering up onto all fours. The hens swarmed around them as if the flock itself was one being, the scent of so many lustful creatures making him snort and pant, nostrils flaring as he greedily sucked in breath after breath, their scent clinging to the roof of his mouth. He even swept his tongue out across his upper lip to tease out their scent just a little more delectably, sides heaving and tail curling back and forth, snaking by fur and feathers alike.

"You're all so lovely," he murmured, eyes wandering, darting everywhere. "I could never leave you all denied..."

One, however, had to come first and he pushed his nose gently under the black-feathered hen's tail to taste her, licking her sex, teasing his tongue inside. It was a longer, more flexible appendage than what a gryphon had in their beaks - for different purposes in life, again - though he knew that the gryphon drakes, like Sirran, had more than a few little tricks to please a hen too. She would not be disappointed but there was something lustfully vindicating about a fertile pussy clenching and squeezing his tongue, so tight and pure that his loins ached to take her right there and then.

"P-please," she breathed, breath catching as he curled his tongue up inside her, her juices swirling around his slick appendage. "Take me... Breed me... Oh, we've waited so long for you!"

It had not been that long but Xigfeldo rumbled a growl into her pussy, the vibrations stimulating her further, the hen rocking and grinding with a lustful moan on his muzzle as if it was the best thing in the world. Indeed, it was if it was the first time she'd ever had a muzzle under her tail, tongue even dragging up against the puckered flesh of her tail hole, another incredibly sensitive zone that maybe, one day, she would also enjoy. Yet things like that were up to the hens themselves, their sexual inclinations yet to develop, although it was clear that the one before him wanted him, whimpering for his cock even as he dragged his tongue from her with a raw, wet slurp.

He was over her and supporting his weight over her back, careful not to squash her - he doubted her legs were strong enough for that yet! And who knew what would happen when orgasm took her too! The hen whined and fluttered her wings sweetly for him, feathers ticking his scales, yet Xigfeldo had no time to waste as his cock probed for her entrance, smearing pre-cum into her fur, teasing inside, gently stretching her out for the very first time as a near enough impossibly tight pussy clasped him, drawing him deeper and deeper.

He groaned, rolling his head back. No longer a virgin... No, the hen could not say that any longer as he thrust lightly, teasing her open, treating her delicately, although he was sure too that she would not break. Gryphon hens like her held his blood in them and their bodies would stretch, even if they would need a little more assistance than maybe a direct first-generation descendant of his. She had no fear though, moaning out for more, always more, words incoherent as she scraped and scrabbled, pussy tightening - and then soaking his shaft in ardent climax.

Her fluids slickened the path of his dick, allowing him to thrust deeper, teasing her open, the stretch delectable, a tighter fit than anything he had had since his last visit to the gryphons. But that was to be expected as he didn't routinely seem to make a habit of breeding gryphons - well, there was the tour after the dragon ceremony, the fertility ceremony, that took up a lot of his time - and they were the highlight of his year when the virgin hens gathered for him. There were others too that he'd bred before mingling with them and even Sirran's sisters, Beatrice the bronze and gold creature of divinity and Azus the snowy-white lady of the mountains, were there, eyes glinting as they waited on their turns too to come. It was them, after all, that had laid the first hybrid eggs, along with Xigfeldo himself, and their presence was duly required at all breedings. That was, after all, just what they had insisted on.

But what he could not have expected was the tickle of a tongue on his cloaca, scooping up the moisture there, his oily essence still tainting the strained edges that flared out around his cock, opening up the vent within to keen eyes and lustful tongues. Groaning, he tried to arch back, torn between thrusting and pushing into that touch, need rising and tail curling with a tensing of muscles that should have locked the full length up entirely.

"Oh?" Chuckling throatily, he glanced back, but he didn't need to actually see to know that there was another gryphon hen there, nuzzling and slurping away at his cloaca, trying to tease out what experience and lust she could from even that intimate moment. "I didn't expect that..."

He should have told her to watch her head but he was more engaged with striving to get every last inch of his cock into the hen, her pussy wrapped around him seemingly to its limit. But a dragon like Xigfeldo knew that limits were there to be stretched, if not broken, and she had more yet to give even as she keened out her ecstasy, slashing and clawing at the ground as another orgasm flared up through her. He had to climax too though and his needs rose and rose, legendary stamina driving him on, practically begging him to show all that he had to deliver. But there was one thing left to do before that, his oil thickening around the second gryphon's tongue, her slurping growing more and more frantic as she gulped it down.

Xigfeldo smirked. Maybe she did or didn't know that it was an aphrodisiac but, well, that was her call to make either way and she wouldn't be there if she didn't want him, his essence flooding the area, even dilating the pupils of Sirran's sisters. Bobbing her beak, the snowy-white Azus crooned while Beatrice jostled for positioned, both of them positioning themselves with their tails curled over their backs, hindquarters thrust together so that he would have to choose between them.

And it was with the sight of their flushed, eager vents in his line of sight that he climaxed with a roar, humping and pounding, slamming as much of his cock into the stretched gryphoness beneath him as he could, lust coursing through. Her womb took as much of his seed as it could, bloating out, her belly very noticeably swelling, but there was only so much that her untried and untested body could, in all actuality, take, even though she begged for more. She'd have to come back later though for seconds, however, as he spilt the last drops of that load over her hind end, marking her as his.

Yet it was the flooding of his aphrodisiac, the charming perfume that seared through the clearing, weaving between even the stones, that drew the others into him, virgin hens crooning for him - even some drakes in there too. He didn't make a habit of breeding the drakes (or, technically, it was them losing their first times to his female sex tucked within his cloaca) but they were welcome too - in fact, everyone was welcome! There were no restraints to be had in the devout sexuality of it all and he eyed the gryphon sisters with a warm purr as he sashayed up to them, a swing in his hips that had not been there before.

"My, my, ladies," he purred softly. "You haven't changed one bit."

"Oh, don't be coy with us, dragon," Azus murmured, casting him a look back with a silvery eye. "Make your choice... You know we wait for this!"

And they did, even though they could have had any gryphon male, surely, from any flock that they desired, their sexual fervour unrivalled by any other gryphoness that Xigfeldo had had the pleasure to come across. Duly though, it was the bronze and gold Beatrice with her soft, well-preened feathers that he took first, mounting her like an old friend, which he was, his cock sinking home in a single thrust.

Azus was not about to be outdone, however, as she presented the slick pink of her cunny to him, the slit slightly parted as if the lips within were so flushed with heat that they could not possibly tighten up again until she was bred. Thrusting and pounding, he delivered the full length of his shaft into Beatrice, the gryphoness keening shrilly, bragging of her 'conquest' in him (she was a strange character, but an endearing one that seemed to pull at his heartstrings regardless), as his tongue slurped into the white sister. Her feathers quivered but he was more concerned with how her sex tugged and pulled around her tongue, the taste of her driving him on, soft and sweet, though not like her personality.

No, Azus was coarse and there was nothing she loved better than a good, hard tongue-fuck, taking the crude and turning it to her own purpose and desire. And that was just what he gave to her as he humped and ground into Beatrice, the elder sister beneath him grunting and heaving, though she could take more of his weight, bear through his powerful thrusts, better than any other. At least, that was what she wanted to be known for, her passion driving her to flare out her wings, snarling and snapping for more, craving it all even as Xigfeldo strove to please both sisters at once, Azus climaxing quickly on his tongue.

Maybe she hadn't had it in a while. Maybe he was just that good. Xigfeldo knew which reality he'd play out in his mind... Though it was all alright, Azus hissing and snapping, grinding the edges of her beak together, muscles bunching and clenching. Her pussy squeezed his tongue - she had nearly as much control there as he did over his own cunny - and he slurped in all the more delightfully, gulping down her juices as he flooded the area with more and more of his perfume, seeking to tease the gryphons into such a frenzy that, well...what they could not already resist would become even more resistible! His sweet oil too had the added effect of making both females and males alike more sensitive than ever, even the act of breeding made better by having it present in the air, seeping into skin, bypassing fur and even infusing scales. He was not immune to it either, sucking in heady breaths, eyes half-lidded, strings of coolness trickling and teasing lightly into the back of his throat, as was the nature of the type of draconic abilities he embodied. It was not the company to unleash it in at that time, however, and he gripped Beatrice's hips, dragging the solidly built but challenging gryphoness back onto his cock, every last inch of his spear sinking home with each and every thrust.

She was a fiend, truly, but a fiend in the very best kind of way, her hips working and grinding back on his shaft as if she could not imagine a single better thing in the world for herself and for him. They were there together, as in it together as they had been for their very first breeding session, though it had been Beatrice that had demanded over and over again that he fuck her repeatedly, just to make sure that he had sired his due clutch of eggs in her. Although she'd been appreciative, it had been the raw desire of her that had made him want to fuck her, to cram his twitching, aching rod into her cunt, to spear her open and feel her stretch around him.

Was there anything like a gryphon's keen? A cry of orgasm, Azus whimpering as he tongue-fucked her, juices spilling so thickly out and over his muzzle, squirting, that he could not be sure whether she was that turned on or if she was experiencing one continuous orgasm. As long as the hens got their pleasure though it was by the by, none of their concern, the pads of their hind paws tingling with sweat as they released excess heat from their bodies, the warmth of their liaison chasing the cold from even their feathers. The sisters, however, had always been less vocal about their distaste for the cold, although Xigfeldo had never quite found a quiet moment in which to ask just why that was.

His cock speared deep, crammed up tightly against Beatrice's innermost barrier, but the clenching flex of her inner muscles pulsed around him, coaxing out orgasm. Something tightened and churned in the pit of his stomach and he snapped, letting out a bellow as orgasm tore through, spurt after spurt of thick, creamy cum filling her. She was larger than the younger gryphons but, still, her belly swelled to contain his seed, forced up into her womb and squelching out along the length of his rampantly driving cock. With every thrust, her fur tickled his scales and Xigfeldo's tongue hung out, Azus too eagerly taking up position before him with her tail invitingly raised.

"Come here..."

She wouldn't have taken no for an answer but, fortunately, the snowy-white gryphoness had a dragon on top of her in no time, growling against her cheek, tongue flicking out teasingly against her beak. He still held the tangy aroma of her sexual arousal on his muzzle and not even Azus could resist the lure of licking his muzzle, eyes dancing with barely restrained gryphon glee.

And then his cock probed, twitching and finding the treat of her pussy, stretching her around him, her cunt welcoming him back in as if they had only fucked the night before, lovers waking for fresh pleasures. It didn't matter how much time passed between then: he would always be a friend to the gryphons and they to him, his heart warming to give them all that he possibly had to give. And that wasn't just with his cum either!

No, there was an intimacy between them in how she rolled her hips, her soft, white hide coming together with his as if their bodies were made to go together. Of course, like his cunt would fit any partner (along with his tail hole), his cock would fit any partner, lending the feeling of extreme tightness even while he fucked them to explosive high after high. A stretch without pain, the strain of beauty, passion thrumming through as Azus' beak snapped, head twisting, feathers ruffling.

All the while, the virgin hens and some of the drakes too lined up before him, positioned there by Beatrice who was motherly at heart despite her rougher, cheekier demeanour, a gryphoness of all colours who took charge in the best of ways. She knew what he needed and let them all choose how they sat or laid out before him, presenting themselves even as Xigfeldo's jaws gaped, dropping softly for a lustful, roiling hiss. If not for having his cock buried in Azus' pussy, he would have lost control right then and there, fucking every last one of them, one immediately after the other, just for the high of pleasure there that so desperately called to him. It would be rude, after all, not to answer such a kinky call...

The gryphoness screeched, wings snapping up and buffeting his underbelly, but not even that was going to throw him off as he spent his load inside her, climaxing before his mind caught up with the ecstasy of his body. Yet there was nothing else quite like that rippling, pulsating pleasure, muscles contracting and blood pumping to all the right places, scales tingling all the way down to the tip of his tail. An eager Beatrice pushed up under his tail, beak questing curiously for his cloaca once more, delving her tongue inside as she slurped up the mix of his juices and the oily aphrodisiac that had brought them so much pleasure already.

"The others..." Azus breathed faintly, releasing him from her lust as his cum slopped from her, running down her hind legs in thick rivulets, her sides bulging sweetly with his load. "Bring your blood into our flock again!"

Of course, his bloodlines ran rampant already through the flock but Xigfeldo got the gist of what she meant, churring his agreement and sparing not a moment before lunging for a sweet gryphoness on her back, hind legs tugged up to expose the slit of her cunny. There was no time in his mind to pause and delve his tongue into her cunt, for she was already more than ready for him, hips working, humping and grinding, tail laid flat out as if she was trying to tempt him into her, leading him to her needy, drooling, flushed sex.

"Oh, my mighty dragon..." She whispered, eyes wide and pleading, although there was a glimmer of glee deep within them. "Please... Please, don't eat me! I'll do anything!"

Oh, so that was what the newest inclination was, was it? Xigfeldo rumbled a growl, for it was obvious to see that there was no true fear in the gryphon hen, her tease merely intended to make her seem more helplessly submissive than ever before. She wriggled plaintively beneath him and the dragon obligingly 'pinned' her with a paw, increasing the pressure until she moaned, the scent of her flooding the air.

"Such a pretty hen," he growled. "You would be too good to eat...like that!"

For he intended to devour her in another fashion and he sealed the deal with the thrust that took her virginity, slamming deep, trusting his body, the magic of it, to keep her safe, to let her stretch around him. Her wings fanned out submissively across the ground and she moaned out loudly, wriggling and squirming, yet all the while submitting to the driving, pounding might of one that she considered a true predator above all else. And Xigfeldo was the one that she would forever remember as her very first lover, how his smooth shaft felt teasing up inside her, coaxing her passage to spread open a little more, a little deeper, with each and every thrust, her body slowly coming to grips with how it needed to pull around his length.

"I... Oh... You... Ohhhh!"

A cry like that could only herald orgasm and Xigfeldo took her for the ride of her life, holding her firmly, teeth bared an inch from her beak, letting her play into her fantasy, the gaping expanse of his maw ready as if to swallow her up whole. That would never come to be but the orgasm that slammed into her was greater than even the desperate pound of his cock, the breeding pole lovingly grinding deep, every last inch seated inside her to let her feel just what the true power of a dragon was.

She cried out for him and, later, he would learn that her name was Elora and breed her again, although he could only give her one load first of all. Her belly swelled as he drove his cock as deeply as possible into her, a visible bulge in her lower abdomen that only grew as his seed filled her. Their position allowed him to bear down just a little more, using his water affinity to spread a thin film of liquid around her pussy, a mixture of their sexual fluids, teasing it into such a shape and seal that not a single drop of cum could escape her. Although she groaned and squirmed deliciously, it was not too much for her to bear as she panted, head back against the floor, snow crushed under her back, his cock pulling out to, finally, seal that load inside her.

With her plump belly rising up for the awed attention for her fellow gryphons and the soothing reassurance of Beatrice and Azus, Xigfeldo left her with a sloppy yet warm parting lick on her cheek. She would be fine and he would ensure that his cum could ease out of her later too if she was not able to make use of it all.

Another gryphoness demanded his attention, poised before him with her beak tipped up defiantly, her brown feathers speckled through with blue, which was perhaps reminiscent of the mutations that his genes could produce in offspring. Growling challengingly, she lashed her tail, turned so that her body made a U-shape, head and tail pointed at him, the target of her dripping pussy drooling in overdrive after he had flooded so much of his perfume through the sharply cool stone circle.

"Oh, my..." He murmured, licking his lips lustfully, not bothering to hide even one bit just how much he wanted her. "You are delightful..."

She chirped sweetly, though there was a deviancy in her eye too that had his back up in the best of ways, her weight light on her paws, tail twisting back and forth. He could not have said quite what it was but there was well and truly something about the gryphon hen that made him think that he had to stay on his toes, wanting to see just what she would do, what would come next. There were some females in the world (and males too, even though he felt he, personally, had more of a handle on those if he was put to it) that excited him more, that he could not understand, and would take him on a wild ride if he was so willing. Of course, he would not deny either that those liaisons very often cumulated too in him pinning down the randy breeder, taking his liberty with them and forcing orgasm after sweet orgasm on them when even they thought that they could not take a drop more lust than what he had already given them.

"Of course, I am," she purred, ruffling her pink feathers for him, the heart on her chest all the more prominent. "But I am going to make my mark on you, dragon..."

Smirking, she cast him a look that was more knowing than particularly familiar. Still, it turned his heart over, loins churning and cock pulsing, drooling thick ropes of pre-cum as if he was already on the edge of yet another orgasm.

"My mother has told me so much about you!"

It was the way of it but Xigfeldo's jaws had already parted in a grin as he let her pounce onto him, seeing her coming but, well, it was nice to let her think that she could have her way with him too. It was something for her, a hen that needed to be bred, her virginity ripe for the taking, even if she thought that she was a side more experienced, truly, than she actually was. She would grow into something beautiful and he wondered who her mother was, for he would have to thank them for bringing such a beautiful hen into the world, her crest of feathers truly eye-catching - and that was if her personality did not bring a lover or a friend swooning to their knees first of all!

She caught him and bore him lightly down onto his back in the snow, the drake wriggling in the cool delight of it all. The light crest down the back of his neck from his head soaked through with lightly melting snow but that was none of his concern as he took the hen lovingly in his forepaws, her claws brushing his more intimately than even their loins would. For it was the mating and the first time too that was more important than anything else, passion driving, fluttering, the beat of her heart within her breast pounding noticeably.

Despite herself, the hen's beak parted in a breathy moan, grinding back on the massive breeding spire of his cock as he whimpered for her, encouraging her on. She would do it in her own time but there was no need for further words to pass between them as the tip of his shaft slipped over her hind end, the muscle of her glutes guiding him between them, up to her leonine flick of a tail. It was slimmer than that of most other gryphons and he briefly mused over the notion of having her wrap her tail around his cock just to see what it felt like, although that was another thing that, perhaps, a more experienced hen of a few years time would appreciate more than the eager virgin on his stomach.

She played at control as she adjusted her stance and pushed down, gasping as his cock penetrated her, the first one to ever slip inside her cherry. There was a stretch and yet no pop, her pussy welcoming him in, stretching to take his girth, even though Xigfeldo was a larger beast than even her body had ever been designed to take. She had to groan and wriggle and squirm to take him but, oh, the dragon was patient and her pussy would conform to him, slowly but surely.

Bit by bit, she sank down on his cock, although the hen could not have said that it was entirely of her own volition as her hind paws rested on his lower stomach, close to his legs, though did not do all that good of a job of supporting her weight. Trembling, they forced her down, slipping and sliding, her pussy swallowing up his cock like a hungry maw, gulping it all down. She had no choice but to blissfully take him, keening out her pleasure as her first orgasm with a partner crashed over her, Xigfeldo letting out an appreciative hiss as the entirety of her cunny closed around him, bottoming out even though there was a good few inches more to wedge into her. Maybe the over-eager hen could be trained to take those last few inches in time? Only another romp would tell that tale, however...

She rocked and ground on him, fucking him for all she was worth, head spinning, his tail letting him thrust up into her, though it was more the prehensile nature of his length that allowed him to better thrust and tease. A little twist here and a bit more push there and he had her squealing in climax, although her pussy simply could not find either the strength or the energy to clench down on him any more than it already was. His seed flowed into her, a continuous stream, the pleasure of orgasm tingling through Xigfeldo, peaking in a crescendo with the zealous pump of blood around his body. Some would have considered it overzealous but he took so much pride in seeing her stomach swell and swell, plumping out deliciously as if she was already heavily pregnant with his clutch, that he could not help himself. Where the dragon had more to give, he would always deliver.

His seed flowed and she groaned, struggling to support herself on his stomach, though Xigfeldo was more than enough of a gentledragon to lower her back down, gently, to the ground, letting her sisters take care of her. They were all sisters in the flock, even if not immediately blood-related, everyone coming together as a single, family unit, flying as one. It was one of the reasons that he enjoyed the company of the gryphon so much in how they treated both one another and those around them. The blip of Sirran, of course, had been many years back and he would never again dream of even attempting to steal a dragon's egg.

Time passed and their lusts climaxed many times over, Xigfeldo taking hen after hen, even those that he had already bred in other years. Some hens that were older, from other broods and clutches, smelled as if they were pregnant already and there should have been no biological need for him to breed them, although he chose to do it anyway. It was the least he could do to please them, to ease any weariness from their bones, sexual ecstasy chasing it away as he pumped his wings and snarled. The drive of his body chased away any snipes of strain and stretch and they cried out over and over again, wings fluttering, taking his cock like the breeding pros they were, lusting for all that he had given them and all that he would give them too in times yet to come.

The drakes though - ah, they were still interesting to him. Some were more aloof than others and fewer between than the young hens but they still yearned for their first time, wanting a part in the ceremony. Xigfeldo obligingly lay down on his side as he had for Sirran, allowing them to mount him in turn, the hens cooing and murmuring over his cock, many small tongues sweeping and caressing the full length of his breeding rod with the due reverence it deserved. He was there too, after all, to be adored, and he would take his due as their liege and protector, murmuring and crooning as his cock throbbed, painting their beaks and muzzles with a hefty dose of his seed.

The drakes were keen though and they pounded him roughly, needing only a little guidance from his tail to find the treat of his snatch, his vent tucked away unlike that of a gryphoness. They would learn too, in time, what lust there was to be had with one of their own kind but, alas, they would have to have him be their first time once their seed had been spent, filling his pussy, Xigfeldo's body even channelling some of it away into the other chambers lining his cunny for later use. A dragon's body was such a very clever thing indeed sometimes!

The best of it all was, however, breeding a hen while a drake was helped to scramble up onto his back, kicking and scratching but, well, there was that little bit of size difference to be taken into account too. He could not help that but, understandably, Xigfeldo was a little more engaged with the ladies of the flock rather than helping the males to do the deed, his attention taken up entirely even as his passage squeezed and massaged each of the brave gryphons who bred him too, plunging inside with eager, rampant thrusts. The clenching of his cunny around them, however, was what brought orgasms from his female half, moaning and letting his tongue hang out lightly over the edge of his lips and teeth, seeding hen after hen, spreading his sweetness through the entire flock and, duly too, beyond.

He lost track of how many gryphons were under or on top of him, a group of the hens making up a game where he had to chase them and pin them down before getting to breed them. That was fun but not as fun as snarling as he plunged into them, pinning them up against snow-covered rocks, half into a snow-drift or even flat out on the ground. The rest of the flock cheered them on, stomping and flapping, and Xigfeldo's heart swelled with pride to be a part of it all, his cock aching and tingling, tightening with the lust for more that had to come, even though he could very well have been done already.

No... Oh, no. He would not be done until every last one of the gryphons there had had their fill of him, he was sure of it. It was his right, after all, to enjoy himself while they resided in safety in his territory, snow puffing up around them as he charged and stomped and skipped with the younger soul through the snow, eyes alight with younger glee. The purity of their trysts could not be denied and he cried out passionately as he laid on his back, letting a hen ride him while a male claimed his cunny, painting his cloaca with stringy ropes of seed that, still, were nowhere near enough to match what his cock could produce. But they didn't need to know that as they got their breeding feathers, plumped up with pride as they dismounted and strutted their stuff.

Later that day, when the sun set and the fires had been lit to chase the nightly cold from their feathers, dragon and gryphons alike curled up in the stone circle to reminisce and speak of the success of the day. It was bawdy and loud with dancing and chirping, shadows flickering across the flames, and yet none of them could have thought of a better place to be, drowsy in the afterglow, every last one of the flock having engaged in some manner of sexual pleasure at some point or another.

"Did he tell you what a state he was in when he came to steal the egg?" Xigfeldo rumbled cheekily, slipping the gryphon king a look out of the corner of his eye, just to see if he was paying attention. "Feathers sticking up in all directions, claws unpolished... He was a mess! He did not look as he does now, oh no, and just how he _moaned_as he was plunging into -"

"You fool! There's no need for that sort of talk around young ears!"

But what Sirran knew, even as he blushed, was that every last one of the gryphons there were adults, even if he still remembered the little hatchlings that he had helped care for in their younger days. No, the youngest of them were off with the babysitters on another peak where they could be youngsters and grow up, although every one of them too would have the choice of breeding the dragon or breeding with him when their time too came to step into the next stage of their lives.

Of course, just being told not to talk wasn't going to stop Xigfeldo and, to do that, drastic measures would indeed need to be taken! The gryphon was hasty though and, well, he could not have denied that his own cock was out on the mere recounting of that particular tale. He lusted for it all as much as Xigfeldo did and the drama of the day was all he needed, their coming together the start of it all so very long ago. In good humour, he cawed and snapped and scrabbled up the dragon as if he was a rock face to be climbed, jamming his cock crudely into his mouth which, to be fair, was the only thing in practice that worked to quiet the randy drake.

Suckling on the shaft plunged into his mouth, Xigfeldo rolled his eyes but did not object as the sisters paired up to lap at his cock and cunny, teasing his length from the slit of his cloaca and unleash his own manner of pleasure there too. There was no reason for him to be left out even as he allowed Sirran to hump and thrust into his mouth, grinding over his tongue and leaving a slick trail of pre-cum behind, washing around his teeth up into the back of his mouth. Truly, he was one of few that could get away with that, though that was alright too, at least from Xigfeldo's point of view: he needed to have friends like that too in his life.

And so it was that the gryphons took liberty of rationality in the snowfall, snowflakes spluttering into the fire, the entire flock coming together in carnal passion until the feathered beasts collapsed, dreaming of clutches and little gryphons scampering around, testing their wings. The only one left awake, his stamina pushing him on, was Xigfeldo, the dragon looking out with feline-like contentment, his tail curling back and forth, wings laid over both Sirran on one side of his body and his sisters on the other.

Night whispered, the curling of dawn glowing in the distance. But he would not sleep, not when he was watching over the flock, his flock, gryphon feathers soft and warm against his side. Letting out a soft sigh, his sides trembled, lips tugging in a lighter smile that lifted his heart in ways that not even he could explain.

It was good to have the gryphons in his home.