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That Maternal Feeling

There was a bit of a budding, friendly rivalry between Ceylon the gryphon mare and Mandarax the dragon. A tale as old as time itself, it seems. Like cats and dogs, dragons and gryphons were known to be mortal enemies, at least in the wild. In civilization they were simply rivals. Two of the apex predators of the land, each with subtly different strengths and weaknesses, each with their own territorial behaviours. And with Ceylon and Mandarax, their rivalry was fresh, borne from a call to arms answered by both of them in Arrenthen Castle at the behest of Queen Otille and King Aurelia.

They and three others heard about an opportunity for seemingly limitless wealth. To embark on a quest to attain some mystical gemstone in the Tri-Peak Mountains with a reward given to the one who brought it back to the ruling family. Lots of gold and coin. Two things both dragons and gryphons loved to hoard. Shinies. Not just that, but an opportunity to create bonds and gain reputation.

The reason the royal family was enlisting the help of mercenaries and adventurers was that they themselves couldn't send their military to find the gemstone since its rumoured location was right on the border but the exact location was unknown. Sending military into a foreign land to poach artifacts was a very direct route to war, and thus they had to seek outside help. Their truce with the Tehgolians was shaky at best, not a peace they wanted to trifle with. Not a risk they were willing to take if the gemstone ended up being on the other side of the border. A neutral party could cross without issue. Military personnel would be a declaration of war.

What did the gemstone do? They wouldn't say. What did it look like? They didn't know aside from the fact that it was either green or purple as opposed to the typical teal. All they knew beyond that was a general location and a handful of rumours and intelligence from what they considered to be 'trusted sources'. The gemstone was said to be pretty large and valued high enough that it could be enough to make its owner rich enough to buy a city. Any small city. Bar none. Immense wealth, and the royal family of Arrenthen wanted it for themselves and were willing to pay whatever it took to get it.

So, alongside a series of other like-minded mercenaries, Mandarax and Ceylon offered their services to the royal family alongside another dragon named Spike, a wolf named Bahn, and a bipedal gryphon named Zock. Of them, Bahn insisted they work together and split the winnings, and Zock agreed. Spike insisted it was a matter of 'whoever got to it first' and Mandarax agreed. Ceylon had different plans, as she had a bit more at stake than the others. This resulted in three distinct groups between the five of them with overlapping loyalties and plans. Not the most ideal way to accomplish a goal as treacherous as this but they were all well-versed in their craft and each had their own methods.

When the five of them first met outside the castle and during their briefing by the king and queen, Ceylon was acting inappropriate and strangely lewd considering the circumstances. Instead of listening intently and taking the details seriously, she was making distracting comments or sex jokes, just generally being awkward. Rather than listening to what she was being told about where the trail went cold or how to find out where to get further information, she was cracking jokes and being flirty not only with the other mercenaries but also with King Aurelia. Right in front of the queen.

Oddly, this didn't result in the gryphoness being ejected from the premises for making a pass at the stallion king but it did make the other four mildly annoyed with her. They wanted to find the gemstone and either use it for power or give it to the royal family to make riches and allies, yet Ceylon didn't seem to care about any of that. She was treating the whole ordeal as a way to hook up with others, to flirt with the other four who showed up. Of course, she also seemed to favour the larger blokes she met, having made a pass at the equine king and focusing a lot of her attention on Mandarax, the largest of the group of mercenaries. This would have been fine outside of the briefings.

Her attempts to hook up didn't work as well as she'd hoped. While she was the only female of the group, none of them were strictly straight and thus they weren't prone to throw themselves at her given the faintest opportunity to taste pussy. Spike, Bahn, and Mandarax were all bi with no real preference while Zock was showing no interest whatsoever in anything lascivious.

Of course, the moment they finished their briefing and they were sent on their way to begin their adventure, the mild annoyance washed away. The other mercenaries may have wanted to get information on their quest and were annoyed at Ceylon's inability or unwillingness to take it seriously at first, but once they had embarked on their journey they were a bit more receptive to her advances. Nobody was likely to turn down a flirty companion; they were mercenaries, not monks.

Still, she was a bit more aggressive with her flirtation than they were used to. It wasn't subtle. She was stepping ahead to show off, trotting with her tail held high while winking her clit to show arousal much like a mare in heat would. She wasn't in season, but the others wouldn't have figured that based on how shamelessly she was showing off. She'd give them bedroom eyes, make comments about how much she'd love to feel them inside her, and just generally being slutty to all four of her allies as they headed west of town and through the valley.

The Tri-Peak mountains were a mountain formation that started in the middle of the continent, with three ranges going north, southeast, and southwest. The crook that Arrenthen lived in was the one to the northeast, with a deep valley lining the Arrenthen basin and the edge of the mountain range. They had to cross the valley while heading west to make it to the mountains that served as a border between this nation and Tehgol to the west. Hence why it was such a dangerous location to be plundering.

And during this trek - out of town, down into the valley, and back up into the mountains - the group got a little closer. Sure, Mandarax and Spike all wanted to go their separate ways while Bahn and Zock wanted to work together with Ceylon getting in the way and making things awkward, in the end they all agreed that it was in their best interests to stick together, at least for now. But Ceylon was making that quite difficult for the others. She kept sending mixed signals, putting the others off.

What was most annoying was that any time any of them reached out to pat her on the rump or reciprocate her advances, she'd immediately turn on them, act indignant, and try to get them to focus on the quest at hand. Spike sidled up next to her and caressed her inner thigh with his tail only to have her push it away and step on it. Bahn offered to rub her paws and talons for her, since they were on such a long trek and she'd likely get sore and tired eventually. She accepted at first but the moment he tried anything else she kicked him away.

It was bad enough that she was giving mixed signals, but right after she rebuffed their advances she'd turn around and immediately flirt with them again. In the instance of Bahn getting kicked away, Ceylon got back to all fours, stretched, exposed her rump end fully, and made a comment about how much she'd love a paw or two massaging her insides. She was being very unpleasant but she seemed to do it with enough panache and charisma that she was able to talk herself out of any situation so none of the others stayed angry at her for long.

Her behaviour was unacceptable, but she was playing it off as though she didn't realize she was being flirty or that she wasn't able to control herself. She was very clearly being slutty but the way she was dealing with the matter and acting when the others reciprocated gave the impression she was somehow out of control. Like a mare in heat, naturally acting out the courtship rituals without thought. But she knew what she was doing. It just wasn't clear why she was doing it.

Mandarax was onto her little ploy from the get-go. He could tell she was being overly flirty at first, probably to throw them off the scent or keep them on their toes so she could get the gemstone herself. This is what sparked their little rivalry, bolstered by the history of dragons and gryphons in the past. He was already guarded and cautious around gryphon mercs, and Ceylon's behaviour was immediately concerning and raised a whole battalion's worth of red flags so he didn't let it get to him. Something was up, she was not acting normally, and he knew he needed to keep an eye on her.

But once they had left and had a day's worth of trekking beyond them, having crossed the valley and were making their way up the mountains, he started turning it around on her. While she was flirting and giving mixed signals, he'd do the same to her. Or he'd outright make fun of her, saying she wasn't his type or that his cock would split her in two, since she's a tiny and weak little gryphon. Any time he saw her making a pass at Spike or Bahn, he'd go in and do the same but do it in a way that was more dominant, more aggressive, and even more shameless to show her how silly she was being.

By the time they were starting to think about setting up camp for the night, both Ceylon and Mandarax had stopped bothering the other three members of the team and were just focusing on one another. And while She was clearly being mildly antagonistic, Mandarax was having fun with it. He wasn't used to dealing with another that was just as brash as him.

Back and forth they went, the tension between them so thick that the others could practically taste it. What started as idle flirtation and mild annoyance blossomed into a bit of a friendly rivalry and casual antagonism between them. Sure, they were allies on this quest, but their attitudes ensured they weren't exactly getting along. Ceylon couldn't break his spirits and he just wasn't putting up her her.

It made for an interesting camp-out that night.

The other three members of the party were behind them, while Ceylon and Mandarax led the way, both doing their best to act as the de-facto leader of the group. Ceylon was a rather large gryphon but Mandarax was easily twice her size, a true representation of their species' history. She was nimble and sleek, while he was thick and well armoured with scales and hide.

She shouldered him on the elbow. "I bet you're just in it to get the shiny and bail. I doubt you even want the riches. I can see it now, we find the gemstone, you hoard it like you do any other trinket back home, and then you get to show it off to all the dragoness hens so they lift their tail for you."

He stood tall, head up with a half-cocked smirk. "And I doubt your thought process even goes that far. I bet you'd find it, sit on it, and hide it inside yourself because you're so horny right now, a rock would get you off. Hey, look, it's a pebble for your tiny little burd pussy." He pointed to a pile of stones on the side of the path, each no more than the size of a chicken egg.

"Jokes on you, those are way too small for me." She was quite proud of her sexual skills in that regard, hence why she was so brash about flirting with the stallion king Aurelia and Mandarax.

It's also why Mandarax kept teasing her about how she was a tiny gryphon and that she couldn't take any dragons with a tiny little feline pussy. Even though he knew from how shameless Ceylon was being that she absolutely didn't have a petite feline hole but instead a meaty and stretchy mare cunt. "You say that but I just don't believe you. Why don't you show us all just how much you can take."

She narrowed her gaze. "We've got shit to do, stop being such a drake-whore."

"Yes, that's me. Total whore." Mandarax mocked, then bounded forward a few paces and started trotting sensually, tail up to expose his tail hole and genital slit. "Oh look at me, slutty gryphon, gonna let everyone see how horny I am!" As he hopped from one set of talons to the other, his cock tip poked out from his slit to reveal its jet-black, blunt girth.

Ceylon actually had to gulp to not respond to this. She was being abrasive with her tone but that cock looked exactly like the sort of thing that she craved. Distraction or not, she'd love to feel his black flesh in hers. "That's not how I trot." She countered, then advanced a few paces ahead of him to do so with her back arched and her head held high. "This is how you trot. Gingerly. Barely moving the ground beneath you. Dragons are heavy and clumsy. I bet they could feel your lumbering steps in the village in the valley. Ya big oaf." As she made her moves, her meaty mare lips jiggled from side to side, drips of her fluids falling and seeping into the dirt.

"Of course you'd say that. Weak little gryphoness, no weight on her. If I ate you, you'd be an appetizer and nothing more. Of course you can bounce around without making a sound, but how is that going to instill fear in your enemies? Nobody fears gryphons. Everyone respects and admires Dragons." He was drooling a bit watching her cavort about, but it wasn't for food. It was because he wanted a taste of that meaty pussy of hers. But just like her teasing and refusals, he wasn't going to let her know that. More fun to poke at her and antagonize.

Ceylon was getting onto his schemes as well, having realized he was mocking her. This led to a bit of a stand-off between them. He knew she was being tricky and she knew that he knew and was aggravating her in turn. So when they finally found a place to set up camp, there wasn't much purpose to playing coy anymore.

While Spike, Bahn, and Zock were cooking some food over a bonfire, the clearing atop the cliff cleared off so that the larger ones could sleep without a tent, Ceylon trotted away to be on her own at the top of a waterfall. No ulterior motives, she just had to relieve herself and assumed that would be the best place to do so since the roar of the waterfall would mask her sounds and wash away the mess.

Of course, she was expecting what happened next. As she was finishing up, her loins clenching to push the last of her fluids out, she felt the rumbling sensations of a nearby dragon pushing through the underbrush and approaching her. Mandarax emerged from the treeline, head held high, looking down at her like he was displaying dominance over her.

"Cute." She said. Gently teasing him. "I bet that works on most doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Yeah it does. But it won't work on you, will it?" He took a step closer, keeping his stance tall and regal. His chest was puffed out and his wings were partially spread to make himself look even bigger; a feral display tactic but one that worked.

She shook off her hindquarters and winked her clit to finish up, then used the base of her tail to wipe herself dry. "No. No it will not. I appreciate the display and the attempts to get in my way but you can stop now. It won't do you any good."

He huffed. "I can stop now? I'm not the one flirting with everyone and giving them blue balls. Tell me, Ceylon, why are you here? What do you have at stake that you're in the party but clearly don't want to help? I'd understand if you were just some slutty gryphon or something, a lot of you hen types are, but you're not. Something else is going on, isn't there?"

"Sure, if you say so." She rolled her eyes and met him in the clearing between the tree line and the stream that cascaded over the nearby cliffs. "You caught me. What are you gonna do about it?"

"I think the real question is, what are you gonna do to stop me?" He raised a talon and pressed it down between her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. He expected her to resist or to fight back some how - it was a lot more fun when there was a bit of a struggle - but she not only stayed in place but spread her wings in a show of submission. Something wasn't right, but he played along, his cock slowly emerging from its depths to leak a thick strand of his fluids into the dirt and grass.

She fake wiggled under his talon, pretending to struggle but was really just adjusting herself so she was in a more comfortable position. "How original." She mocked. "A dragon trying to use his strength to take control? Try using some charisma or diplomacy to get what you want. I'm sure you'd be a far more engaging presence if you used your brain as well as your brawn." Her voice was laced with sneering condescension but she was also being sultry, like she dared him to protest.

He stood tall over her, talon still on her back to pin her in place as he leaned forward and craned his neck to get a better look at her hindquarters. She was in a wide-stance position with her hind paws on the ground in a feline squat position, clearly begging for attention with her tail curled up over the small of her back. Mandarax couldn't help but let his length drop, its girth slowly slipping from his slit one ridge at a time until it was just out of reach of Ceylon's beak. "Now why would I do that?" He teased, pressing all his weight down on her shoulders while he brought his other talon forward to grip one of her rump cheeks.

After a full day of back-and-forth, she wasn't worming her way out of it. He'd been eagerly waiting for her to drop her guard since they left the castle, it was time to let her have it.

"I suppose you're right." She fluttered gently beneath him. "I usually prefer a more discerning partner, one with more brains than brawn. But as I am exposed to your raw bestial appeal, I can definitely see where and why you can get away with it." As she spoke, she outstretched her neck as far as it would go, hoping to rub against his slick, black shaft. Her pussy lips twitched and her clit winked, squeezing out a gooey strand of creamy arousal onto the dirt. If she was faking it, she was doing a very good job. Her desire was palpbable.

Her apparent lust inspired him to press down harder, grinding her chest into the ground while his other claw clenched even tighter around his rump. "Oh, I've got brains, but why waste energy using them when my brawn is enough?" He went so far as to bury his snout, upside down, between her thighs to bury his tongue inside her, tasting her nectar while her clit winked against his nose. To his delight, her pussy was roomy, easily taking the girth of his tongue all while caressing it in waves and alternately squeezing so tight it nearly pushed him out and relaxing in such a way it actually sucked on it. Such expert manipulation of him coaxed more of his member free of its confines.

In addition to his growing arousal and leaning back to better nuzzle her pussy lips, Ceylon was able to reach out and finally press the side of her beak to his shaft. Once she felt the heat of it on her cere, she curled her neck to pull it closer and smear all over her upper body plumage all while reaching out with her equally black talons to do what she could to stroke and control him. It was proving difficult as she was pinned tight to the ground and unable to move. All she could do was cradle and fondle his tip while nuzzling his shaft with her cheek.

Mandarax took note of this and growled deeply, the reverberations emanating from his gullet so intense and deep that they shook the leaves from the nearest trees. He was sure others at the camp heard him but he didn't care. He did, however, adjust his body so that he was almost entirely pressing down on her, his belly pressed to her back, his own wings covering hers as he pressed his chest to her haunches. Ceylon nearly disappeared beneath him as he laid all his weight on her; there was no way she'd get away as he kept working her lips with his tongue. He did manage to slip his one front leg out from under him, as he no longer needed to keep her pinned down with his torso on top of her; this allowed him to use that other talon to grab her other rump cheek and spread both apart, lightly gaping her and allowing him freer access to her depths.

She couldn't help but grunt, clenching all her lower abdominal muscles to constrict her passage and make a bit of a mess as her fluids spattered all over his muzzle while her clit winked and her lips peeled apart to create a visible slit of bright pink. She wasn't paying too much attention to that, though; even if she was using that part of her as a distraction she couldn't help but be fixated on the girth of Mandarax's cock.

It it was unlike anything she'd seen or felt before. It was, like the rest of him, broad and thick, wide and ridged with thick plates that overlapped. His cock wasn't perfectly round but instead a bit flat with a tip akin to a shovel. Perfect to really wedge in there and get deeper. It was actually perfect for what Ceylon had in mind.

With a bit of a struggle, she was able to reach out and grab his broad cock tip and force it into her gaping beak, letting the wide base of it rest heavily on her tongue. She wanted to taste it, to feel it in her crop stretching out her throat wide like a snake. She even had to gape open her maw and do the avian equivalent to unhinging her jaw just to open up wide enough to let his head slip past the firmness of her beak. Birds could do that with bigger food, it was a skill not many knew since most saw it as being exclusive to snakes and some dragons.

Such an impressive feat made Mandarax do a bit of a double-take. He could see past her body and feel in his flesh what she was doing and he worried for a moment that he might hurt her. He was much larger than her and he didn't know beaks to be stretchy or pliable in the least. However, as he watched and felt the gulp that followed, he was relieved to know she'd be fine. Her flesh was snug, but not uncomfortable. Tight, but not restrictively so.

And gulp she did, allowing her maw and gullet to dilate and distend, relaxing to allow his length to force itself deeper one ridge at a time. At first it was just gravity and her gulping motion that eased his cock to bulge her throat, but once he felt her gullet flesh around his head he bucked hard and aggressively, burying himself to the hilt in one motion that forced her neck to grow three sizes all the way to her shoulders.

Rather than focus on enjoying her tender pussy flesh, Mandarax reared up, widening the stance of his hind legs while squatting down to buck into her, front legs resting on her pinned haunches. Confident that she was going to be fine, he submitted himself to his carnal lust. His wings wrapped around not only to claim her as his own but also to use his wing thumbs to dig into the base of her neck and hold her in place, using her throat flesh to stroke himself while thrusting.

Again he let out a powerful roar, this time a deeper but not as loud version to ensure the reverberations of his vocalization travelled through his body and into hers all the while. His chest remained on her back, pinning her in place while his claws dug into her rump to push her down onto his member, forcing her beak to not only slide all the way to the base but also slip between his slit lips, pinning her in place.

All the while she was gulping and twisting her neck, nuzzling his member with her gullet flesh cradling him like a snake forcing its way down a meal. His cock was so thick that her distended throat was stretched so far that her plumage looked thin and the pink of her flesh was almost see-through, revealing the subtle indentations and black flesh of his member coursing through her and throbbing.

She continued to gulp and bob her head back and forth, eager to tease him and taste every bit of him right up to the point she felt he was about to fill her belly. The second she felt his thrusting grow erratic and his loins tense up in rhythmic pulsations, she pushed out from under him with astounding strength, escaping his grasp. As she did this, his cock was tugged from her throat in a single messy squelch followed by a guttural belch as her gaped gullet closed up and she adjusted her jaw, trails of thick dragon slime nearly escaping her beak before she licked it up.

Sexually frustrated, he leapt at her to get her to finish what she started, but she dodged to the side and avoiding him, yawning like a snake before grinning at him. She went to speak but some of the copious fluid he left in her throat got caught up and nearly made her choke. Eventually, she regained her composure and winked at him. "Come now, Mandarax, we really should be focusing on the gem. How very unprofessional of you to try to take advantage of your team member."

She then jauntily walked past him to return to camp. He tried to claw at her to grab her only to have her crack her tail like a whip at him, leaving a patch of pain on his forearm even through his thick protective scales. As it turned out, she was more capable than he gave her credit.

His cock was still hanging out and drooling into the dirt, having gotten so close to climax. He felt a deep discomfort within him as well as a fire in his chest borne of frustration. Once Ceylon was beyond the treeline, he smirked to himself. "Well played, gryphon. Well played." And while he had a full bodied discomfort from not climaxing and being frustrated at his inability to take her, he was impressed by her moxie. It also inspired him to start planning his payback.

Blue-balled, he followed her back to the camp without ever satisfying himself. He had to store up as much as he could for later.

Ceylon, Mandarax, Spike, Bahn, and Zock all sat around the campfire eating dinner together, discussing plans while Ceylon continued to tease and act innocent whenever someone chose to take her up on her flirtations. Spike in particular was well versed in the scent of dragon sex and was aware that something happened between them while they were gone by the waterfall. He was sure of it but didn't want to prod too much.

At least he tried to be discrete until he just outright blurted, "You two have fun?"

Mandarax and Ceylon exchanged glances without answering the question. It went unanswered until they all headed to sleep, with the pair of them on opposite sides of the campsite while the other three all remained in their tents. This ensured they could watch each other overnight to make sure none could pull a fast one on anyone else.

Despite working together for the gemstone, there was a lot of disrust between them.

This tension remained until the moon rose in the sky and the crickets began to chirp. Both of them were intent on watching the other, yet they both eventually lost themselves to sleep, where they finally relaxed with feelings of friendly malice in their hearts.

The next morning, Mandarax woke with a yawn to see that a certain pair of gryphons and Bahn had disappeared. Ceylon had taken the other two, leaving only Spike and Mandarax at camp. Spike was still asleep so Mandarax fulfilled his own prophecy by slipping away without waking the dragon. By all means, the party had disbanded and went their separate directions, yet that didn't mean Mandarax wasn't interested in catching up with the others, especially the bird that left him blue-balled.

He still had the scent and taste of Ceylon on his tongue and coating his lips, so he used that to start tracking her through the rest of the pathway en route to the rumoured destination of the gem. All the while, he was a perfect blend of impressed with her getaway, frustrated with his lack of release, and a holding back a certain hunger that could only be satisfied by feeding her a meal of dragon seed.

His trek took him all the way to midday as he followed the trail of her scent smeared all over the leaves of local ferns and flowers. Her trail was so easily managed that he was certain she was doing it on purpose, leading him on, luring him into a trap. He could have spread his wings and flew high, getting a better survey of the land, but then he might not see her lost in the dense foliage of the mountain cliffs and woods.

Eventually, after hours of trekking and tracking, he emerged upon a rather large plateau nestled in the mountain range, a basin of forest accented by something immensely valuable. Ademane crystals. Energized pure magic crystals growing out of the ground, lining rocks, and covered in moss. The glowing teal crystals hummed and resonated all around him, giving him a deeply uneasy sensation as the frequency passed through his body. An unease accentuated by excitement.

Pure crystal ademane was worth more than gold, at least by weight. It was not only rare and valuable in terms of coin and cash, but pure distilled ademane crystals also had transitive magical properties and virtually limitless potential. It was this reminder that made him realize what was so important about the gemstone they were sent to find and bring back.

Most ademane crystals were teal, its natural colour, but the gemstone they were tasked with finding was said to be either purple or green, two even rarer colours that indicated it had specific magical properties. It was enchanted by something, clearly something powerful. Otherwise the reward wouldn't be so high. Clearly dangerous or more people would have answered the call. There was a good chance others had attempted to find the gemstone and failed. This gave him pause and caution.

This just made Mandarax even more determined to be the first to find it. Or if he wasn't the first to get there he'd be the one who took it back to the castle for the reward. Or even better, he'd get it appraised and keep it for himself to add to his hoard. The thought made him snarl and growl, his guttural vocalization matching the pitch of the hum of the ademane crystals around him to make the whole forest sound like it was growling with him.

Once he arrived at the ademane crystal wood, he was very careful to keep an eye on every step and every little thing underfoot. He was a large and powerful dragon, one with a lot of heft to go with every movement. If he accidentally ran into a tree or snapped a branch he was concerned it might agitate the forest itself.

Under most circumstances, a forest would be inanimate. Alive, but without any sort of agency. A normal forest with trees that grew and flowers that blossomed. But an ademane crystal wood was different. Given the volume and concentration of magic in the area, the very plants themselves could have been alive and blessed with spirit enough to react to his presence. Break one twig and the rest of the tree could reach around and slap him. Crush a gemstone and it could summon vines to ensnare him and keep him held down while they violated him.

Magic flora was not to be trifled with. He was a powerful, strong dragon that could tussle with the best and topple the rest with ease, but magically spirited plants were not something to mess with. For all intents and purposes, the forest itself had a soul with emotions and desires. He needed to be considerate of the plant life if he was going to make it out alive. Perhaps that was why this was such a dangerous quest. Perhaps others had found their way to the ademane crystal wood and didn't know enough to respect the land and were thus trapped here forever.

Mandarax would not make that same mistake. Ceylon teased him for being all brawn and no brains, but that's not the truth at all. He was as smart as others and had the brawn to pretend otherwise. It was the best way to confound his enemies and get the upper hand if they underestimated his mind.

Ceylon's trail seemed to go cold soon after entering the crystal wood. The path up the mountain and into the basin that held he crystal wood was pretty straightforward, signposted by bits of fluids of hers left on all the ferns and leaves along the trail. It was easy for him to sniff and tell which direction she went at any and every juncture. However, once he got to the plateau, the trail went cold.

Furthermore, he had no additional information about where to go next or how to go about finding the gemstone. All the maps got him into this general vicinity but beyond that he had no further hints. He opined to himself, now realizing why it would have been smarter to stick together and find the gemstone as a collective instead of apart. Once arriving in the woods, they could have fanned out to find what they sought, or at the very least could fend off any defences from the woods themselves.

All things considered, Mandarax assumed he'd be fine. He was the biggest and strongest of the crew and was alert and aware enough to be prepared for an ambush no matter what happened. Of the team he was the best equipped, even if the others may very well have been ahead of him. His only option was to explore. To follow routes and to mentally draw a map in his mind so he knew where he was going and what he was doing.

Cartography was not his strongest suit, so he basically walked to one end of the forest, met a cliff, and followed it as far north as it could go. From there, he doubled back about fifty meters away, taking note of landmarks such as a gemstone shaped as a heart, a patch of tree-sized mushrooms, the particular bends of a meandering stream, and any other unique tree shapes. This mental mapping kept him busy right up until evening with no fruitful gains.

He didn't see any of the others wandering the woods, he didn't hear a peep from Ceylon or the birds he was sent out with, and the scent trail had long since been lost and never found. He was on his own, which in many ways was good for him. This was what he wanted, even if it wasn't going to help him find the gemstone.

The entire time he scoured the crystal woods, he was thinking about what he'd do if he finally did catch up with Ceylon. Now that they were far away from the others, a day's journey away from civilization, and he was suffering with groin cramps this whole time that needed to be dealt with. IT slowed him down a bit, the distractions and the pressure in his loins, but that just inspired him to keep going. Now he was saving up for her. She'd teased him and left him unable to satisfy his urges, she needed to be the recipient of his load. One way or another.

Once the sun had set and the only source of light was the glowing ademane crystals illuminating the forest coupled with a glowing mist emanating off them, he was starting to consider finding the exit and resting for the night. Without the sun in the sky to guide him, to let him know whether he was facing east or west, it was getting increasingly difficult to ensure he didn't overlap his backtracking.

Under most circumstances he'd have just laid down and called it a night. Not many creatures, be they anthro or feral, dared disturb a dragon of his size regardless of whether he was awake or not. But in the crystal wood, he feared that sleeping near any trees or bushes could result in him waking up tethered to the ground by vines. That was not something he wanted to risk.

En route back to the entrance, he came across something peculiar. The broken down, moss and vine covered remains of what appeared to be a temple or a small village worth of rock huts. In the relative dim light of the glowing crystals, he could make out a pretty interesting layout, with one big ruin in the middle with twelve other smaller ones laid around it like a clock, trees and ademane growing out from in between each one. He had no idea what it meant but it was clearly done this way on purpose. The twelve must have meant something, only the Dalonian clock only had 10 hours each half of the day, each hour 100 minutes.

He was trying to find an explanation when he heard something nearby. A shuffling sound coming from the middle of the centre ruin. He got closer to see if he could find out where it was coming from only to notice a peculiar discoloration of some of the rocks beneath him, a perfect rectangle with four yellow gemstones on each corner. The yellow part was peculiar.

Could be a trap. He was ready to deal with a trap. So he lightly tapped one of the crystals to see what happened only to have the discoloured rocks disappear, revealing a stairwell down to some sort of underground chamber illuminated by a rainbow of all colors glowing and pulsating in waves.

The stairwell was wide enough, so Mandarax made his way down, gingerly touching each step before putting any weight on it to ensure he didn't trigger any further traps. Just in case. And as he reached the bottom, he emerged into a cavern that was in better condition than the above ground ruins. There were still vines and moss all over, but the rocks and bricks that formed the foundation and the dome-shaped ceiling were all nearly immaculate, with hard edges and untouched surfaces. The dome itself looked like it was exactly the right size to go underneath all the other buildings surrounding the middle one, and there were twelve archways leading to nothing lining the outer wall.

And in the opposite side of the room was Ceylon, perched above an altar sitting on the green and purple gemstone that was the shape of an egg and about the size of a blitzball, back arched and plump mare cunt lips wrapped around its egg-shaped crest like she was trying to shove it inside her, to un-lay it. The gemstone was glowing, giving Ceylon's white plumage a lovely cascade of purple and green while the slime from her pussy dribbled down it.

Having noticed him, she swung her head around and ceased her grinding, narrowing her gaze. "Impressive. I wasn't expecting you to actually find the place." She grunted a bit as she leaned back, putting more weight on the egg-shaped gemstone to have her lips dilate and stretch, slowly sliding down its length. "I was hoping to be out of here before you arrived."

Mandarax held his head up high, looking down at her over his snout. He wasted no time making his way across the room to the altar where Ceylon was trying to take in the gemstone. "Well you didn't, and you left me with something I have to give back." He picked up the pace into a gallop, getting her off guard as he leapt at her, talons and wings outstretched.

She was still sitting on the gemstone with her lips dilated and wrapped around the thin end of the egg-shape, not sure if she needed to take him seriously or not. Once she realized he was not slowing down, she kicked herself away from the altar - which left her gaping and spewing bits of her fluids all over the floor and nearby altar while also leaving the top half of the gemstone soaked - and bounded off the walls in an attempt to avoid him.

The dragon may have been a massive and heavy beast, but he was an expert hunter that knew exactly what to expect. He pivoted mid-stride, redirected his momentum, and caught her mid pounce, tackling her into the wall while biting down on her neck through her thick plumage. He went to slam her down and pin her in place but her mane of feathers and her own wormy motions allowed her to slip out from under him and bound away.

In her haste, her long tail was outstretched so far behind her that he was able to step on it, grabbing it near the end right before the fluffy bulb at the tip. She slammed down on the ground and he was about to reel her in by the tail when it opened up like a three-jawed snake and bit his wrist, startling him enough to make him let go.

Ceylon grabbed this opportunity and quickly dashed away towards the exit, leaving Mandarax behind. This gave him just enough time to have to decide between grabbing the gemstone and giving chase to her, a choice that was far more difficult than it seemed at first.

He chose to go after her. Not only was there a chance she'd activate the gemstones and potentially lock him inside, but he could catch her first and get the ademane egg after. With that in mind, he turned tail and bounded back up the stairs after her, galloping up and emerging out of the underground just in time to have the illusion erected behind him.

Ceylon was dashing away, building up momentum and a clearing to fly. Mandarax was slightly larger and was able to catch up to her, once again tackling her just as she was about to rebound off a tree trunk and into the sky.

They tumbled together, chipping elongated chunks of crystallized ademane off the tree only to roll and land with her on top. She was surprisingly strong considering how small she was. Something Mandarax noted from the night before.

He growled at her, snapped at her beak, and tried to grab her with his front talons only to have her leap off him, do a flip in midair with the help of her wings, and land above him, her entire body twisting his wrist just enough that he had to let go. Immediately, he rolled to all fours and lunged at her, maw open and front claws outstretched.

This time Ceylon was ready for him, she leapt back with her beak and talons open. The pair of them clashed in midair, hovering a bit with the pump of their wings. They tumbled head over tails, then slammed down together, both upside down in between two of the ruins. With a bit of a scramble they kicked away from each other, clawed at the air to keep the other at bay, and ended up in a stand off, crouched down on all fours with eyes trained on the other.

Ceylon grinned. "Good for you, you're quite the strong one." She complimented in between deep, heaving breaths.

"And you, too. For such a tiny, light bird you have untold strength." He raised up to pounce on her, maw open when she stepped back and raised a talon to him. This made him stop in confusion.

Once she saw that he was backing off for a moment, she glanced around. "I want you to know that I'm not using my magic on you. If I was, then this fight would be over in seconds. All these gems, all this crystallized ademane, it's pure. It's pure and begging to siphon up any magic in the area. If I used magic, or if you used magic, it would be drained from you and dispersed among the crystals around you."

He narrowed his gaze. "Okay, but I don't use magic, so that doesn't affect me."

"Fair, fair. But I want you to know that-"

Mandarax did not give her time to respond. Knowing she was at a disadvantage he took the opportunity to pounce her once more, this time tackling her and holding her tight to his body as the pair of them tumbled away from the ruins. He kept grip on her wing to keep her in place and pinned her down again, chest to the ground with his groin hovering over her hindquarters.

Beneath him, she squirmed and tried to wriggle out to no avail. She seemed to be trying less, though, as he had relatively less difficulty holding her in place. She squawked and chirped and hissed at him, limbs and wings splayed out beneath her. "Now listen here, you-"

He didn't let her finish. He pressed his other front talon down on her beak to shut it and silence her while his cock slowly descended from his slit, each ridge and segment of it unfolding to sway between his hind legs. "Quiet, you. It's time for you to get what you should've gotten last night."

To his shock, as he made his threat her tail just sorta slid to the side and curled over the small of her back, revealing the glistening black flesh of her plump, soaking wet pussy lips. She winked her clit, spewed some of her fluid all over his shaft, and settled down a bit as she accepted defeat. Naturally, this concerned him as a distraction tactic so he simply pushed down harder while leaning into her, the length of his cock pressing up between her thighs to smear his own fluids all over her.

All the while, she simply adjusted her hind end to better accommodate him, ensuring that she was in the most comfortable position available considering her predicament beneath him. It was the best she could do. And sensing that arguing would just make things worse she simply huffed, sighed, and growled at him without retort.

"No sass from you now, is there?" He taunted, careful to keep his weight on her while he adjusted his position. With a few groin tensions and a gentle arch of his back, he was able to hoist up his cock tip to leave it resting in between the base of her tail, the mounds of her hips, and the plump flesh of her pussy. From that angle he could force himself into her rump, but that's not what he wanted. She'd teased him and now she needed to take all of his load somewhere it couldn't escape

She widened her stance a bit, loosening up her depths and lowering her hindquarters so he had a better angle. She knew she was defeated, and to the victor went the spoils. She even kept winking her pussy like she wanted it, each contraction oozing out more of her fluids to mix with his; she had been trying to take the gemstone egg inside her, it made sense she was still moist with arousal.

Mandarax knew that it was only a matter of time before she slithered out from under him or used a distraction to escape, so he wasted no time pushing into her. The blunt, wide tip of his cock forced her lips apart, making the flesh distend in a V-shape with the crux at the top of her clit. He was shocked at how easily his length slid into her at first, considering how much larger he was than her. His member was easily as big around as her upper thigh, all while being thicker and heavier than any limb of hers given his drake body and build.

Sure, she'd been prepared to take an egg prior to him discovering her, one as big around as her torso, but this still surprised him. Didn't stop him from using more force, though. With her pinned down and him prepared to keep her there if need be, he arched his back, widened his wingspan, and slowly forced himself in deeper and deeper. He wasn't thrusting, he was just slowly descending into her depths, each ridge of his catching on her lips and lurching past with a glorious squelch one ring at a time. Her flesh continued to distend, her opening dilated to the point it was just a perfect circle between her hips, the cute little button that was her rump squeezed in between it and her tail base.

Deeper and deeper he forced himself as she winced, writhed, and hissed at him from below. She tried to wiggle out from under him but he simply grabbed her wing bends, pinned both to the ground, and kept all his wight on her; she was strong but she wasn't dumb enough to risk too much torque on her hollow bones.

Once he was convinced she was going to stop struggling, he bit down on her neck and started to pull out, his massive cock ridges tugging on her flesh from inside to give her lips a distended look, almost like she was trying to hold in a knot. This was followed by a series of glorious, audible pops and squelches as bits of fluid and air escaped, spattering their combined essence onto a nearby crystal growth that had been emerging out from the ground near a rock.

The fluids sizzled and turned to mist, while the crystal glowed a bit brighter for a second. This was mildly distracting but not enough to keep him from forcing himself in to the hilt again, this time with a bit more aggression and a bit more speed. He knew the plan, and the thought of it mixed with the snug grip on his cock kept him filly firm and pumping fluid deep into her.

His scaled belly pressed to her groin, slit lips touching vulva as he went as deep as he could go. To his shock, she had a very deep pussy and could take it all without much trouble. That was good, he wasn't going to hurt her even if he wanted to teach her a lesson.

So with his cock buried as deep as it could go, he quickly started pumping and thrusting, bucking his hips to tug out his length to leave only the tip inside her only to ram it all back inside. Every single ridge made a slapping, popping sound as it slammed into and tugged out of her lips, the girth of his member proving to be a little too much for her flesh to handle. The lube they secreted mixed well and kept her slick but the more he slammed into her and the more he pulled out, the more intense the friction as bits of their mess kept splashing out to soak the ground beneath them.

In and out he went, bucking so hard her lower beak dug a furrow into the dirt and the grass started to stain her perfectly white feathers. And he was relentless, slamming into her with all his might so that his belly scales slammed against her hips, soaking her so much that they slapped even though it was scales on fur. His thick, meaty cock plowed through her, bulging her belly with each thrust and making her flesh distend like elastic, tugging on her like she was laying an egg every time.

She was pinned down, but she also loved the pressure. Once he got into his rhythm she stopped struggling too much and actually started to grunt and twitch her loins to help pleasure him. Was she doing so to get it over with faster or was she doing it because she was genuinely turned on by his dominance? It was hard to tell. Perhaps a bit of both.

Definitely a bit of both.

Ceylon let Mandarax keep the pressure on her shoulders, wing, and neck, giving into his dominance. She kept her hindquarters splayed out and her tail arched over her lower back, distended pussy flesh pushed out to swallow up as much of him as her body could handle. As he kept thrusting, slamming deep and battering her depths to invade her womb, she started grunting and pushing back, constricting her abdomen the whole time to better press out. This shortened her pussy depth, descending her cervix, and constricted his cock in the process.

Of course this didn't mean he held back. Quite the contrary, the extra lubrication and friction combined to make him even more aggressive, forcing himself deeper - well, as deep as he could go - with every motion. He slammed his blunt tip against her pert, donut-shaped cervix, the pressure loosening it up a bit each time, dilating it a bit wider with each thrust. He could feel the extra firm tightness of her depths stretching to swallow him up, to accommodate him, and all that combined with her clenching and pushing back and arching her spine alongside each thrust was exactly what he needed to send him over the edge.

She forced herself onto him, pussy flesh struggling to contain him as his blunt tip continued to assault her womb. The intense pressure and deep discomfort of such a penetration triggered something deep inside her, something that made her depths more malleable and elastic.

With each one of his aggressive bucks, she grunted a bit deeper and pushed a bit harder, forcing her womb and cervix to slam back into him the same time he bucked into him, like a mare's would. With each twitch and each gut-busting motion, her flesh dilated just a bit more until his cock head finally burst through, invading her womb while her cervix clamped tight around his head.

This sealed him inside, plugging her womb with the thickness of his cock and the shape of his head. Of course, this meant that he had little to no recourse for how to respond as his thick cock was tied to her like a knotted beast, tugging her flesh with each motion. He still thrust, pulling as much as he could only to feel her womb descend with him, cervix unwilling to let go.

The combined pressure and slickness and friction of her flesh wrapped tightly around him brought him right to the cusp of his climax, the intensity of the grip sending waves of pleasure down each and every ridge of his cock and all the way into his depths. In an odd twist, this plateau of pleasure only served to drive his focus and inspire him to push down on her a bit harder, ensuring this was not when she escaped him.

He wrapped his talon around her wing, offered another thrust to go as deep as possible, and relaxed enough to let his climax burst through. His loins constricted, his hips bucked, and his flesh twitched in orgasmic delight as every ridge on his cock splayed out to hold him in place, all to pump her full with his seed.

A gooey mess erupted into her womb, splashing against her back wall and curling back around to soak his cock tip, a pressure so intense it could be seen pressing out against her lower belly. It was like a hose, a thick stream of dragon essence filling up her depths and adding pressure to her womb as more and more burst through. The added constriction of her cervix around his cock tip amplified the intensity, pinching off his passage and making it jet into her with significantly more pressure.

But that wasn't enough. It just didn't stop! He'd been left wanting the night before and every passing moment since then, including a full day's worth of scouring the crystal wood, he'd been building up anticipation and his reserves. The moment he finally allowed himself to release, it was like a floodgate being open, a thick explosion of dragon seed being pumped directly into her womb.

It started simple, his flared out ridges anchoring him against her cervix as his length clenched and twitched, forcing masses upon masses of thick cum to cascade into her. It bulged out her belly, poking at her abdominal wall only to be lost in the bloat as her womb grew and grew inside her to handle all he had to offer. She went from being sleek and well toned to pudgy within less than a minute of continued inflation. Soon after that, her walls grew bloated as her insides continued to swell with more and more of his essence.

His gift. He was giving her all he had to offer both as punishment for teasing him and thanks for letting him finally release. And it just kept coming.

More and more, his cum pumped into her, cock twitching in waves only to have her flesh steadily swell and distend. Her womb literally inflated with cum, filling her torso and growing her belly to the point her entire gut was resting heavily on the ground despite her hindquarters being raised up. There was no room between her hips and the grass that stained her white belly fur, and he just kept swelling with dragon seed!

Finally, after he felt the last of his seed empty from deep within his loins, Mandarax was finally able to relax a bit. He let go of her wing while keeping her pinned down, finally relaxing over top of her as his cock continued to idly twitch with a series of lingering ejaculations. Nothing was left to transfer but that didn't stop his ridges from tickling her walls and his member from pressing out against the added pressure of her cervix and womb.

He snarled deep into her ear as a warning. "I win this round, gryphon. You'd best keep every last drop of this inside you. Every. Last. Drop. If you let it out I'll know, and I'll have to give you more." He wiggled a bit, the shift in his weight lining up perfectly so that just the smallest bit of his seed escaped her cervix and cascaded between her walls and his cock, soaking his member all the way from her clit to the base of his slit. When he looked back, he could see that her tail maw - the one that bit his wrist when he was trying to grab it - was leaking cum. This meant that it must have also been connected to her womb somehow.

Seeing this, he growled at her again and stomped her on the back of the head to really get the point across. "I said don't let a single drop out. Fix that!" He commanded.

But just as he was about to pull out and go about his quest with the gem, they heard the snap of a nearby twig and they both turned back to see that one of the other adventurers had been watching them this whole time and was furiously fapping to the image. They couldn't tell who it was, as they were hiding behind one of the broken down ruin walls and only the sound of their slick fapping could be heard. All they could see was the whites of their eyes poking through a hole between the rocks.

Mandarax and Ceylon growled and hissed at the onlooker but then Mandarax grinned devilishly, licking his lips as he stepped off Ceylon and turned to them. His cock popped out of her, leaving her gaped from lips to cervix as the tiny bit of seed that had escaped her trickled out over her cavernous cunt and cascaded over her winking clit. His cock swung heavily, a bridge and webs of his essence painting the ground and a nearby crystal.

With a snarling prowl, he prepared to pounce the onlooker while Ceylon turned her focus back to the egg gemstone. She had reasons for wanting to smuggle it away that she couldn't really deal with at the time, which was made hard by the fact that she was inflated to three times her normal girth as his dragon seed sloshed around inside her.

She could have pushed it out and retrieved the egg while he was distracted by the onlooker, but she chose not to. It meant she wouldn't be smuggling the relic out of the crystal woods, but part of her thought that was just fine. It wasn't ideal but she felt compelled to comply with his demands.

It's so very hard to resist the maternal feeling to keep a drake's seed inside.