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It was only five in the morning as she bounced through the park, the crisp cool dawn air making her pert nipples perky and stiff enough to show plainly beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. The world was still asleep and they had agreed to meet early before the hustle and bustle caught up with them. Lessee had alternative motives to the early morning rendezvous, Seraph had been rather reluctant to the meeting to begin with and she'd spent quite a bit of effort convincing him to let her try; she didn't want him to have an entire day to spend thinking about it. The less time he had to get cold feet, the more likely she'd get a chance to... _warm_him up.

She couldn't help the grin that spread across her lovely little beak as she danced from root to root, giddy with excitement. Seraph was a gorgeous beast of stunning color and stature. The mesh of red and black, the power in those limbs and that heavy feral instinct she'd heard so much about from her girlfriends. She'd pushed a little too hard a little too quick once and he'd snapped at her, bearing his fangs. The force and energy he emitted with even that slight had made the adrenaline in her veins run hot.

The poor gryphoness squawked out loud as she nearly tripped, wings flared wide in a fumble to get her bearings. "Goodness girl, get a hold of yourself." She chastised herself mentally. "You'll be riding a dragon soon enough, don't start out with a twisted ankle." Even that little jab made her smirk, golden avian eyes scanning the area ahead.

She could smell the clearing, morning dew with a hint of pinecone, a canopy clearing large enough for a dragon to land in but not much wider. Her pace quickened with her heartbeat as the tree line came in to view with just the barest hint of a royal red within. The young teen tried to be stealthy but Seraph could have followed her trail by the sound of her breathing alone.

"You're late." He spoke plainly, his back to her. With her cover blown the anthro bird stood, cradling a nearby tree for support.

"Am not!" She pouted back playfully, stepping past the last tree to expose her beautiful form to the dark twilight. Beyond the thin strip of fabric over her chest that left her soft angel-white belly fur completely exposed, Lessee wore only a skimpy miniskirt that would not pass school dress code by any margin. "Your just very ea- early." She corrected herself from saying 'eager', putting on that adorably cute little smile that had won her a chance with this handsome specimen of feral male.

The big dragon turned his head and eyed the young gryph with a very flat, unemotional glance. "I suppose your right." The large male kept his façade up for as long as he could but the risqué teen had been around him long enough not to be perturbed by the hard eye of this drake.

Instead she simply sauntered toward her playmate, showing off her body the way nature intended it. He hadn't meant to stare but it was hard not to indulge in curvature of her form, the sway of her hips or the provocative swish of that lovely little tail of hers. Entirely unafraid of the beast, she crossed the grassy underbrush right up to his snout and cradled it in one paw, using her other to caress his long angular ear. The grin at the corner of her beak grew exponentially as she felt the big male tilt his head, close his eyes and let off a crooning rumble from the attention.

Heavens alive did she feel giddy! Here rested a beast of raw power and virility and she had him swooning like a chick. As if reading her thoughts, those radiant golden eyes snapped open just as his head shot forward. It all happened within the span of a single thunderous heartbeat as she was knocked over, a powerful midnight wing sweeping in behind to cradle her body and soften the poor girl's dip into vertigo. Though the rush of adrenaline had shot through her body, Seraph seemed entirely unphased with his snout buried in her belly fluff, rubbing and nibbling where he would.

In an instant she had gone from seemingly in control to being completely at his mercy. Her paws roamed over his finely featured head, watching him toy with her. She couldn't help but think that perhaps the early dawn rendezvous wasn't necessary after all; his wing carefully retracted, depositing the anthro gryphon girl upon the patch of particularly soft grass that lined the clearing. The big dragon uncurled himself from his resting position, hovering over her prone body with wings half unfurled. In that instant she was reminded of just how large he really was.

"I haven't had breakfast." He smirked down at her, those powerful paws ever so delicately hooking the hem of her skirt and drawing it sinuously down her hips. "You don't mind if I snack a little in front of you do you?" The feral male thrummed, drawing the clothing off her feline feet and discarding the unwanted fabric to the side with a flick of the wrist.

Her soft, sultry moan was the only answer he got but it was the only answer he needed, eyeing the thin semi-transparent pink panties that guarded her treasure from his prying eyes. It would be an easy task for the big male to expose her gender and take what he wanted but, instead, he simply sprawled out on his chest, holding her knees up and spread before pressing his nose between them.

The act made her muscles tense and legs involuntarily clench a little but the black drake held his little bird open, scenting and nuzzling her femininity. The stroke of his snout carried upward until the cloth fabric met the sinuous curve of his long powerful tongue. He could juuust taste her, the strong scent of female tickled his nose, alien in many ways but familiar in many more.

Again he repeated the motion, only stronger, firmer and a third time leaving Lessee trembling with desire. She watched every moment of it, her golden eyes glued to the unexpected scene taking place between her thighs. Well, she expected some form of foreplay of course but for weeks she'd been trying to convince this hot stud to have his way with her and he'd stubbornly resisted. Tasha, his mate, had been the only thing keeping the gorgeous stud from pinning her against the nearest wall and sampling her body- and they were still mated as far as she knew so she didn't know what had changed to make the sexy feral so willing.

Truth be told, nothing had changed. Tasha was still his mate, she still wanted a monogamous relationship and he'd still tell her he'd keep his drakehood under her tail alone- only this time it wouldn't be entirely true. Lessee had offered him a unique opportunity to indulge his curiosity in, not only the anthro form, but in interspecies sex all in one convenient, young and very hot little package. What was that saying? He thought, catching her undergarments between his teeth and drawing them away from his succulent prize: persistence pays off?

It had certainly paid off this time! His curved tongue glazed across the fleshy pink lips of her slit, lapping over her tender folds time and again with slow deliberate indulgence. Krrr... this was much better with the taste of his naughty bird unobstructed by some unwanted bit of fabric. By now the pretty teen was lost in the delicious sensations caused by this sensual contact. Her body on fire, paws roaming up and down her flanks, groping and stroking herself as the big male had his way with her.

With each graze of his tongue, her undertail became hotter and wetter- and not just from the extra coating of saliva. That powerful oral organ never penetrated her body though, that honor he was reserving for another bit of anatomy, but it did a hell of a job rolling over her clit with each pass, teasing her gyrating hips with the promise of more pleasure. While her eyes had slipped closed at some point, his remained wide open, watching her body twist and squirm in a way Tasha's could. He'd take his mate more times than he could count but he'd never seen her caress herself the way this lovely hen did.

Clothing was worn to help anthros retain a level of decency but it also meant there was something worth hiding beneath them and, with her upper body still obstructed from view, the big male decided it was time to investigate her other half. The stimulation between her thighs ended abruptly enough for the feathered teen to poke an eye open; what she saw was several hundred pounds of dragon suddenly hovering above her.

Seraph didn't ask and didn't wait as he pressed his wet snout tip to her chest and nuzzled upward. Lessee eeped softly before giggling, placing her paws on that curious snout as it wedged its way beneath her tank top and began sniffing and licking at anything it could find. She huffed and exhaled a soft moan as his wet, sticky reptilian tongue glazed over her hard nipples, the soft tremble that raced through her frame an even stronger indication to the eager male that he'd found something of interest.

Not at all bashful at this point, the pretty gryphoness bunched her top up just under her arms to fully expose the soft smooth mounds of flesh that covered her chest. With the freedom to explore, Seraph wasted no time getting started, his tongue sliding all over there surfaces, coating them in a mixture of dragon drool and gryphon juice. The long flexible appendage cupped their rounded shapes while he gently nipped the perky nipples and even took to suckling one within his maw, letting his tongue roam freely over the young teen's chest.

The hot and heavy little bird loved every second of it. But there was more to this encounter than just his curiosity; though how one tells a dragon to stop pleasuring you is one thing didn't have any idea how to do. Eventually she managed to wrestle him away from her budding chest- though not before he'd had a go at the other one.

"Roll over big boy, it's my turn." She announced, running a talon tip over his lips in a very sensual gesture. His moist tongue slid out to greet her and, for a moment, she wasn't sure he was going to do as she asked.

Perhaps he'd only done it because he wanted to, maybe this was just another angle of his curiosity but, whatever the reason, watching a giant animal roll over and sprawl out on its back like an oversized puppy was something she couldn't help but grin at. And if that weren't enough, the sight that greeted her was enough to make her _lips_water. Standing proud at easily over a foot in length twitched a healthy log of gorgeous male.

She couldn't help but lay there and stare for a moment, eyes glued on that juicy pink flesh, tapered to a tip that even she could take. That tapered, arousal-swollen length thickened out to a delicious girth down to about the point that his tasty pink flesh molded into set of stimulating base spines. The sticky strand of preseed that drooled down the length of that powerful cum-delivering vein made her weak kneed with lust. Resting with his body propped up against a nearby tree, he gave her a simple, expectant look.

On her paws and knees she went, crawling over his tail to sit beside his rump. Those silver, reflective avian eyes glanced up at his one last time for any sign of discomfort before tentatively reaching her soft paws out. Gods did he feel sooo good. The big male's rumble of approval gave her all the encouragement she needed as she pressed her thumbclaws down along the contours of that impressive shaft, feeling the pulse and twitch as she touched such an eloquent beast in such an intimate way.

She'd seen videos of ferals rutting other ferals and even the occasional feral atop an anthro but _nothing_even came close to what she was experiencing now. All the swooning, all the offers, all the hints and innuendos had been worth it. The excited gryphoness closed her eyes and leaned in, sliding the curve of her smooth beak over the surface of his bare shaft from base to tip before parting her beak and nibbling her way back down. She was almost afraid to touch the surface of such a creature with her tongue- at least up until it accidentally happened; the dob of fluid left on her tongue obviously his.

At that instant all bets were off as she leaned forward and cradled his erection in her arms, rubbing and smearing his precum between her breasts in a slow sensual motion. He was far too big to give a proper beakjob but that didn't stop her from trying anyway. The young woman pressed her parted beak down over the tip and let it slide in as far as she could safely get it before wrapping her lips around and suckling the tender flesh.

Seraph displayed much less physical motion in his aroused state than she had but his noises were louder and more vivid as he was given one more new experience to take with him. It wasn't the first time he'd felt a tongue on his drakehood. Indeed on occasion it had even been his own tongue but it was the first time he'd felt one focused so hard on such a sensitive area. Though he might have preferred a nice deep muzzle to take, this was actually quite nice...

Krrr, speaking of deep holes to take- he thought with a grin, curling his tail in on itself, letting it stroke quite vividly over her wet sex. It was hard to gasp around a beak full of dragon meat but he understood the gesture all the same. By the time she withdrew, her chin and chest were covered in long sticky strands of dragon juice, the messy girl looking just as hot as she did the moment he saw her.

"I thought you were here to 'ride the dragon'?" He spoke, repeating one of the lines she had used rather frequently in her propositions to him while petting his belly in invitation. Her grin stretched from ear to ear as she stood.

"And I thought you weren't going to let me." She retorted, leaning on his offered paw as she took up a comfortable position above that engorged log of drakeflesh.

"Things change." He responded with a toothy, almost predatory grin, curling his paws around her hips and lifting the poor girl up into a more prone position. Her weight remained easily supported on his chest leaving nothing but an inch of empty space between her wet, aching vent and the spear of flesh he carried between his legs.

Her heart was racing a mile a minute, eyes wide and paws clinging to his shoulders. It all came down to this. The moment seemed to hang in the air for far longer than it actually did. Seraph had little reservation about seeing how much he could stuff into this little bird and, without a moment to spare, he began pressing the lovely specimen down into his lap.

Lessee felt the tip of his feral member press against her neither lips and, for a moment, she was afraid this wouldn't work. It felt like a blunt tank trying to wedge itself down a tiny alleyway and she was about to say so when, with a little push of his paws, her body to give in. She certainly tensed and jerked at the sudden intrusion, holding her place as she tried to identify the signals coming from her body but when nothing seemed amiss, she relaxed again and let it happen.

She'd been with other boys before but nothing compared to the experience she was going through now. The feathered female shuddered vividly as she felt her body being slowly pried open ever wider, spread luridly around a hearty pole of dragonflesh. There seemed to be no end to him- in fact it was her body that prevented him from sliding in any deeper. Part of her was afraid to look but, in the end, her feline curiosity got the better of her.

Resting just above the bulge of his first spine sat her slit yawning deliciously wide around the fleshy shaft prodding the deepest parts of her feminine anatomy. She could have stayed like this for hours; enjoying the hot throb of meat between her legs, resting on the powerful chest of an incredible beast and lounging in the twilight of a public park...

Seraph, however, could not. He gave them both time to indulge in the first-time sensations but it wasn't long before his gripping paws began to drag that snug vent up off his slick, slippery flesh. The draw out was just as intense as the first penetration and the second time his hips came up to meet hers in a hot rush kept up the tradition of every sensation being even more stimulating than the last. It didn't take the big male long to find a good feral rhythm of rutting his pretty plaything, her young, smooth inner walls hugging every curve of his bare flesh.

Lessee's long feathered wings lay relaxed and spread out over her partner's larger leathery ones causing her tips to graze against the sensitive black membranes with each bounce she took on his impressive girth. For the crimson drake's part it was everything he'd hoped for and a pleasure exploring all the various parts of this encounter. But, as all things do, his time with her was coming to an end. He could go for a long time under the right circumstances but this tight little hen was making it hard to hold back the pleasure building in his loins.

And she made it harder too, riding him faster, tailfeathers hiked high as her body rocked against his. With her eyes closed, she could imagine every detail of that tapered shaft reaching deep within her heated folds, rubbing his slick sticky pre all over her insides in his instinctual desire to breed her. It was unfair to think of him as any less sentient and intelligent than she but the horny gryphoness couldn't help but pretend that it was more instinct than reason driving him to piston that gorgeous fleshy pole in and out of her nethers.

Time seemed to have no meaning as his paws continued pushing her spring-loaded hips back down into his lap. Her perky ears laid flat to her head as they picked up speed, his hips rocking some, tail lashing in primal desire. The sloppy wet sounds of their devious copulation echoed vividly in the early dawn silence, adding a livid melody to the scent of sex already prevalent in the air. Her forepaws clung to his shoulders while he massaged the muscles deep between her thighs, searching for that point of blissful pleasure in the midst of all this hard work and heavy breathing.

So focused on her own pleasure, when Seraph reached his peak it felt like a strike of lighting through her body; thick, hot, gooey lightening being driven hard into the creamy center of her very essence. Each sticky strand of seed he emptied within her came with a stiff jerking thrust, a powerful contraction that rippled up that deeply buried length of his and a final, thoroughly satisfying splurt right in her belly. It wasn't her fault if she came on the spot!

They say lighting doesn't strike twice but, after her encounter with a feral dragon, Lessee was quite certain that wasn't the case. The poor girl couldn't tell if she'd breathed the entire time but she was sure she'd never forget the feeling of those powerful muscular contractions as her vent spasmed wildly around that still throbbing length dragon meat still wedged between them. The dizziness and tension began to ebb after a time and, with her lungs burning, the freshly sated hen let out a long moaning exhale.

The large male drake took a bit longer to relax, the tension in his muscles abating slowly as he finished lacing the inside of this pretty little gryph with the last ropes of his sticky seed. She was defiantly smaller than Tasha, the horny male's essence had filled her entirely leaving the excess to backwash out of that tightly filled vent and dribbled onto his lap. Every breath she took made his throbbing shaft rub against her seed-slickend sticky insides with a reminder of what he'd just done.

The two lovers rested for a time, Seraph's engorged shaft left buried between her legs as they simply enjoyed the post-orgasmic afterglow of their copious union. Their little nap must have taken some time indeed for the two didn't stir again until the dawn sun began creeping over the horizon to be filtered through the treetops right onto their luridly joined forms.

With a soft groan and lewdly hiked tail, the pretty gryphoness leaned forward, dragging the cum-covered log of dragonflesh from between her thighs, the hefty thing slipping free only after she'd stretched to the very tips of her toes. The absence of that filling girth made the poor girl feel rather empty and strangely randy for another go. But they were an absolute mess and time was not on their side, she had school in a few hours and Seraph would need to get clean and back in his nest before Tasha awoke.

There was a certain squish in her step as she collected her clothing and fitted it back into a position that didn't make it too obvious she'd just been nailed by a feral easily twice her size.

"Until next time." He rumbled, giving the sexy teen one last look over before taking to the skies with a few powerful beats of his wings.

Lessee shielded her eyes from the powerful sweeps of air being blasted at her, watching the feral dragon take off. Next time... The young teen made her way back through the forest, leaving with just as much giddy anticipation as she'd come in with.