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"Have you ever noticed how, whenever you have plans, the weather turns to crap?" Kjertan sighed and lowered his head, resting it upon his crossed foreclaws. He lay at the entrance to the den, just out of reach of the rain that was currently spoiling his birthday. There wasn't a breath of wind, so the drops fell straight to earth to land with a splat among the liquid remains of their brethren, forming shallow lakes that crept across the sodden ground.

Milan joined him a few seconds later, the raven black gryphon sprawling unceremoniously beside the younger gryphon. "Seems to be a tradition with us, son," he murmured, leaning closer to preen a wayward light grey feather behind Kjertan's ear. "Mind you, it could be because we tend to make plans in the winter, when the weather isn't at its best anyway."

"I guess." Kjertan twitched his ear and leaned into the preening. "We really should do something big in summer. Have it all outside beside the lake."

"Or have it off outside," Milan added with a chuckle. "I like the sound of that. Screwing to our hearts' content, with a cool lake to refresh ourselves between mountings."

Kjertan nodded in agreement, chirring softly. "Mmm." He shifted position as his thoughts turned to sex once again. Ever since he had discovered his parents in an orgy a couple years ago, he had gone from relieving himself every night by his own claw (as befitted a lonely teen) to regularly making love to his mother, emptying his young balls into her depths, with monthly orgies where he often found himself giving and taking. More than once he'd been the recipient of a thick cock whilst he buried his own in a tight hole. His youthful vigour was a refreshing addition to the aging antics of the rest of the regular group.

His movement was noticed. "Getting the urge again, hmm? Won't be long now, and our guests will be arriving," Milan said, winking. "Looking forward to seeing your sister?"

"Yeah," Kjertan replied, feeling a little embarrassed by his obvious arousal. "I can barely remember what she looks like; she's been gone so long. I know she's like you, but with... a white tail tuft?"

"She seems to be going grey now. Years before her time, but I've been told that she looks just as attractive as ever." Milan curved the edges of his flexible beak into a smile. "Certainly her mate thinks so. I've been told he finds her very hot. Breeds her every day, and she loves it."

Kjertan blushed beneath his facial feathers, avoiding his father's gaze as a quick memory of his last 'breeding' flashed through his mind. In his initial encounters with his parents, he'd been hesitant about submitting to Milan's lusts and his throbbing shaft. Over time, however, with some experimentation, he'd grown to enjoy being bred. When the passions were high, and the positions right, he'd reach the light-headed heights of anal climax before his father sowed his seed.

"Damn it, Dad! I'm all horny now!" Kjertan whined, rolling over onto his side to expose his cock, freeing it from being pressed into the hard rock of the den's ledge.

"Want to do something about it?" Milan offered, tilting his head and gazing at the dark red-purple length of his son's shaft.

For a moment Kjertan was tempted to say 'yes', but he shook his head. "Nah. I want to save my first load for Nina."

"That's my boy," Milan agreed with a grin. "She'll love it, I'm sure, especially if it's over her face."

Kjertan closed his eyes, bringing to the forefront of his mind the blurry image of his sister as he remembered her. Then he imagined the orgy regulars, Charlton, Nelvin, himself and his father, gathered around, stroking themselves until they released, spurting thick ropes of semen over the prostrate gryphoness' face. Her eyes were closed, but her beak was open, her thin, agile tongue wiggling as cum splattered warmly over her beak, and into her mouth to be quickly swallowed.

"Keep teasing me like that, and I'll explode before I get a chance to get inside her," Kjertan muttered, his member twitching and leaking precum over the rock.

"Try to think of something else," Milan suggested, pushing himself upright and stretching his limbs, one leg at a time. "Hippos, or whatever else you find unsexy."

"Not so easy if you're into fat partners."

"Are you?" Milan tilted his head, raising an eyeridge.

Kjertan shook his head, causing a loose feather to flutter limply to the ground. "No! I mean, well, uh...." He opened and closed his beak a few times, lost for words. "Not hippos, anyway," he finished lamely.

Milan grinned at his son. "You'll find your sister to be quite attractive, then. She was about halfway through her pregnancy last I heard, and already quite big."

"Damnit, Dad! I'm gonna have to go cool off in the rain before I make a mess right here," Kjertan complained, though his voice held no trace of rancour. He got to his feet, pulsing erection swaying beneath him, and stepped out into the rain. He didn't much like getting wet - his fur and feathers always smelled for hours afterwards - but he found that being out in the rain often helped to calm his thoughts.

"All right, son. Don't be too long. Oh, and if you happen to stumble across any game, see if you can get it home."

Kjertan nodded his acknowledgement. "If it's small enough, sure." With that, he stepped out into the cold drizzle and launched himself into the air, beating his wings strongly to gain altitude.

About half an hour later, Kjertan was thoroughly soaked. As strong a flyer as he was, the effort of keeping himself aloft while he was also carrying a significant amount of water eventually grew too much for him. Through the mist of fine drizzle that was falling, he spotted a clear bank on the western side of the river, and angled down towards it. As he came in for a landing, he saw looming quickly through the drizzle the blasted remains of a tree, hit by lightning in some long forgotten thunderstorm. He swerved to miss it, and skidded to a muddy halt a few metres away, beak dug into the soft ground and his rump in the air. How undignified, he thought as he righted himself, giving himself a good shake. Water flew crazily in all directions as he did so, temporarily leaving his dark grey fur and light grey feathers in total disarray, before the falling rain smoothed them out again as it washed away the mud.

Kjertan sighed heavily, squinting as he looked up at the sky. "Perfect. Wet, smelly, and no game to speak of. The prey's smarter than the predator today, it seems." He shook his head and looked around at his surroundings. The river was just a few steps away, running in a vaguely north-to-south direction. It was running higher than usual due to the rain, and milky brown from silt that had been washed into it. The bank upon which he stood was grassy, though the border with the river had turned muddy. The forest came to within about twenty metres of the river, the tall pines reaching far into the weeping sky.

The gryphon turned to pad towards the dubious cover of the trees. Their branches looked to be interwoven enough that the ground beneath them would be reasonably dry.

Browned pine needles rustled and crunched beneath Kjertan's feet as he padded into the trees. Just a few metres in, the ground seemed to be totally dry, and redolent with the pleasant, though slightly overpowering, scent of pine. He leaned against a tree and huffed a quiet sigh. "I should have stayed home," he muttered to the trees.

An errant breeze whiffled through the branches, showering him with green needles, as if in tacit agreement. The needles stuck to his wet body, making him look as if he'd been covered in green sprinkles. He shook himself again, and moved to stand closer to the trunk.

The wind seemed to pick up, whistling forlornly through the pines. After a few minutes, Kjertan realised that the wind seemed to have picked up a melody. He narrowed his eyes as he concentrated, swivelling his tufted ears to focus on the tune. It seemed to be carried on the wind. His curiosity piqued, Kjertan stood and headed into the wind, half closing his eyes against the pine needles being blown about.

Eventually he came across a tiny clearing, where one of the mighty forest giants had fallen to leave a long, narrow corridor of sky. Perched beneath the massive trunk, which was resting heavily against another tree, was a gryphoness. Her fur seemed to be of frosty silver, with matching feathers edged with black. He couldn't see her eyes, but her beak seemed to be forged from the finest gold. Kjertan stayed hidden behind a tree, peering around the trunk to watch her. Unusual place to practise one's vocal talents, he thought. Now that he was close, he could hear how beautiful her voice was. It warbled warmly over a wide range of notes, seemingly to glide effortlessly between high and low. Her song had no words, but he felt that it was more a song for the heart.

When she finished she paused, as if gathering more breath for her next vocalisation. Seeing his moment, Kjertan stepped out around the tree and out into sight. "Your singing is beautiful," he said. "I've never heard anything like it."

The gryphoness seemed to shrink back into the shadows beneath the fallen trunk. "Thank you," she said, though it was murmured so quietly Kjertan had to strain his ears to hear her.

"I mean it. It's... words can't describe what I felt hearing your song." Kjertan stayed where he was, looking across the several metres of spindly undergrowth to the gryphoness. She eyed him warily with smaragdine eyes, and nodded slowly.

"I'm Kjertan," he called. "If... if you want me to go, just say. But... I would really like to hear more," he finished, sounding hopeful.

The gryphoness was silent for such a long time that Kjertan started to feel that he should just leave. As he turned to go, she finally spoke. "Krysta. My name... is Krysta." She took a couple steps forward, allowing the wan light of day to caress her face. "I don't mean to be so aloof. It's just... I'm not too used to strangers."

Kjertan turned again to gaze at Krysta. "Do you live by yourself?" he asked, tilting his head slightly in query.

Krysta nodded after a moment's pause. "I live here, under this tree. It's good shelter, and affords me privacy to enjoy my... vocal pursuits."

"I find it hard to believe that a gryphoness as gorgeous as you would be living alone in a forest."

"I had... a falling out with my family," Krysta admitted with a sigh, lowering her head to stare at the ground. "Tone deaf, the lot of them." She raised her head again and peered across the clearing at Kjertan. "You_hear a song. _They hear random squawking, and tell me shut up, and not waste my time on such frivolity." A scowl marred her face, and she scratched at the ground. "Music's wasted on them."

Kjertan wasn't sure how to reply to that. "Well,I don't think it's a waste. It's a talent I think should be nurtured." He took a few steps out into the clearing, exposing himself to the driving rain that lashed the treetops. "Would you... sing for me?"

The gryphoness' expression softened, and after a few seconds she nodded her head. "On one condition."

"What's that?"

Krysta curved her beak into a wry, slightly shy grin. "That you come in out of the rain. There's plenty of space under this tree for both of us."

It was an offer that Kjertan was quick to accept. He made a dash for the fallen tree, stopping briefly to give himself a good shake before slinking into the cosy shelter. He looked around at what passed for Krysta's home, and was surprised at how comfortable she'd made it. There were no pillows, but the gryphoness had collected a large number of cattails from somewhere and built up a soft nest. Some of the area had been picked clean of plant life, leaving bare earth that had had grey sand scattered over it. Artfully arranged around the edges were various objects that Krysta had found in her travels, some shiny, some in unusual shapes - typical decorations for a gryphon's habitation. Creeping vines woven together - naturally or not, he couldn't tell - formed a sort of curtain, providing some added green-tinged cosiness, and a barrier against the wind.

"You have a lovely home," Kjertan murmured, ruffling his feathers and settling down comfortably on the sanded ground.

"Thank you." Krysta seemed genuinely pleased by Kjertan's compliment. "One of the perks of living by myself is that I can decorate however I want." She gestured at what looked to be an oddly-coloured rock. "I think that's my favourite thing. If I position it just right, the sun will shine through it, and spread rainbows all over."

Kjertan nodded, looking out into the heavy rain. It made a loud, though muted, susurrus upon the ground that he found soothing. "A shame that today's not sunny."

"Mmhmm, though even when it's raining I can just close my eyes and imagine the rainbows." Krysta turned to look at Kjertan, fixing him with her emerald gaze. "Would you like to hear a song about them?"

"I'd love to." Kjertan returned the gryphoness' gaze with his own of amethyst and nodded.

Krysta looked outside, her eyes seeming to stare into the distance, and opened her beak.

Why are there so many songs about rainbows,

and what's on the other side?

Rainbows are visions, but only illusions.

Rainbows have nothing to hide.

As the gryphoness sang, Kjertan sat enthralled by her voice. Her throaty warble seemed to speak to his heart, not just his ears, and he felt shivers running through his body. As she moved into the second verse, he tried to join her with his untrained tenor, providing harmony for her melody.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered

when wished on the morning star?

Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it.

Look what it's done so far.

It wasn't a perfect melding of voices, but Krysta smiled warmly at him for his efforts. By the end he'd picked up the tune better, though a sudden modulation threw him off guard for a few seconds, and their voices wove together to serenade the crying heavens. Even the rain seemed to appreciate their music, slackening off as if to hear them better.

When the song came to its conclusion, Kjertan was near tears. Never had he heard such a heart-achingly moving song. He and Krysta turned their heads to look at each other. Their eyes seemed to drink each other in, and then, quite unexpectedly, the gryphoness moved closer to rub her cheek against his, chirring quietly. He hesitated only a moment before he matched her chirring with his own.

"You have a lovely voice too," Krysta murmured as she lifted her head to preen lightly at Kjertan's ears. "A little rough, but I think with practice you'd be perfect."

"I, uh... thank you. I'd love to practise, if you'd help me." He twitched his ear as Krysta's tongue flicked out and tickled the sensitive inner surface. "Would you believe me if I said that I'd never sung before?"

"No, I wouldn't." Krysta pulled back and grinned at Kjertan. "But I'm glad that you've discovered your musical side. I've dreamed of having a mate who could share his voice with mine, but that always seemed to be a fantasy." She paused for a moment, gazing directly into Kjertan's purple eyes. "And then you came along, on the wings of a thunderstorm."

Kjertan's breath caught in his throat as the gryphoness' piercing green gaze bored into him. He had a strong feeling that she was looking into his heart. Though he'd occasionally thought about finding himself a nice gryphoness to spend time with, his incestual relationship with his parents and their friends had driven out of his mind the urge to settle down with someone. That desire once again came to the forefront of his mind.

"I know it's so sudden, but..." Krysta started, her words coming breathily. "Would you consider... a mateship with me?"

"Yes," came Kjertan's simple reply. Something deep inside him seemed to melt, and he shifted closer to whisper into her ear. "I would love to be yours, if you would have me."

In response, Krysta turned away, and crouched in a position that Kjertan knew very well. "Kjertan," she murmured, flicking her tail to the side to reveal her femininity. "Please... I want to you to have me."

When the gryphon had set out earlier that morning to cool his arousal, he thought he'd just end up wet and soggy, possibly dragging a freshly killed deer or something with him to feed the family. He'd still come home bedraggled, but he'd be bringing a girlfriend home with him.

Thinking of his family made him wonder how she'd react to meeting them. It probably wouldn't be long before she found herself underneath a horny male or two, screeching as she climaxed again and again.

Such thoughts brought him to full arousal in seconds. He refocused his mind upon the gryphoness before him, admiring the soft pouty 'Y' of her vulva, and the crinkled pucker of her anus, which seemed to wink at him. "Have me, you shall," he said, slowly, deliberately draping himself over her. Her silvery feathers and fur brushed against his as he positioned himself. The head of his throbbing erection nuzzled between her labia, and they both let out keens of urgent pleasure as Kjertan buried his maleness within the slick heat of her body.

Although he had enjoyed the delights of several females, Krysta somehow felt different. As his sheath kissed her gently stretched sex lips, a small part of his mind mused that it felt... just right, as if it had been made just for him, and no one else. He began to preen Krysta's feathers, chirring with light huffs of breath as he began to make love to his new mate. The ripples of her vaginal muscles along his shaft eased the sensation of tightness he felt, and as he thrust slowly, building them up languidly towards their first climaxes, he could feel her juices flowing, aiding their lovemaking.

Krysta had closed her eyes, to better concentrate on the strong sexual sensations. Of the few encounters she'd had, this one was far and away the best she'd ever had. She could feel the head of Kjertan's cock coming within cooee of her cervix; the thought that he might be able to penetrate her womb made her shiver with naughty delight. The light slapping of her mate's heavy balls against her sex gave her a secret little thrill as well. In her mind, she pictured his cum inside them, being shaken up, building up pressure until it erupted inside her needy quim.

A sudden erratic tensing of her pussy muscles, accompanied by breathy screeches, told Kjertan that she'd reached orgasm. He was surprised at how quickly she had come; he had barely got started on his way to climax when she went over the edge. The spasms massaging his fat shaft felt wonderful; all the way down his length, he could feel her body rejoicing. "Mmm, my hot little hen loves my cock, does she?" he whispered into her ear, nuzzling at it with the tip of his beak.

A little whimper and a nod gave him his answer. He adjusted his position slightly, pushing himself up to change the angle of his thrusts. He could feel the resistance of her lower vaginal wall as his cockhead slid against it on his inward movements, adding to his pleasure.

The two gryphons moved with each other, moaning and keening with mounting pleasure as they learned how their bodies responded. They tried a few other positions, and found that Krysta loved to be on her back, with her new lover on top pounding into her juiced-up snatch. She came twice more that way; her third orgasm was shared with Kjertan, who couldn't take the strain of holding off any longer. He threw his head back and unleashed a primal screech, plunging every millimetre of his pulsing cock firmly into Krysta's clutching passage to unload his pent-up seed. Stars seemed to twinkle in his eyes as his hot cream splashed thickly against his hen's cervix, eventually dribbling through as it couldn't escape past his shaft.

When finally Kjertan withdrew, his cock was still hard. It drooled semen over Krysta's gaping femsex as he stood over her, still panting from his strenuous exertion. He saw Krysta eyeing up his shaft, and she grinned at him. "Come up here, and let me suck it clean," she asked. He was only too happy to oblige her.

Her long, narrow tongue curled around Kjertan's shaft as he slipped it into her mouth. The flexible edges of her beak slid gently against his flesh, and a practised gulp pulled him down into her throat. He gasped, his cock jerking as she nursed firmly upon it. She kneaded at his flanks with her foreclaws, a muffled chirring coming from deep within her chest.

He didn't think he could climax again so soon after spending his load - which he'd been saving for his sister, he ruefully remembered - but Krysta's oral prowess seemed intent on disabusing him of that notion. Regretfully he pulled away from his new mate, letting her get in a final lick before he sprawled out beside her in her cattail nest.

"You taste nice," she murmured as she snuggled up against him. The afterglow of her intense orgasm was being replaced by warm tiredness, and an awareness of the semen oozing out of her well-fucked sex. She shivered when she realised it was dribbling slowly over her virgin tailhole. The thought of taking Kjertan back there, lubed up by his cum, was an appealing one. Maybe later, once they'd rested, she'd ask if he wanted to anally deflower her.

"Mmm. It's an acquired taste," he murmured. He rolled over onto his side and snuggled closer, draping two legs over her to press his body against hers.

"You've tried your own, or...?"

Kjertan wondered how much to tell her about his family activities, and decided that she'd might as well know everything now, rather than later. "My own, and a few others', including my dad's."

Just like any female, Krysta was very interested in all the sordid details. As he regaled her with tales of what his family and friends got up to, she moved a foreclaw down between her legs and started to masturbate, smearing his congealed seed around as she rubbed her clit. "I'd love to meet your folks," she panted, on the verge of yet another climax.

"I'd love to take you home to meet them." Kjertan moved his head closer to whisper sensually into her tufted ear. "I know my dad would love to sink his thick, hard cock into your hot cunt...." He licked right inside her ear, and added, "or your asshole. You want that? Or would you like to be sandwiched between me and my dad, our cum-filled balls bouncing off your pussy, until we pump you full of our seed."

That was all Krysta needed. Her whole body shuddered violently as a long, drawn-out keen ripped from her throat. Kjertan pulled back and flattened his ears against his head, the volume of her ecstatic keen more than he could bear. His gaze flicked up and down her body, taking in details of how her body reacted during climax. Two claws were thrust into her cum-seeping pussy, rubbing firmly against her clit. The tufted tip of her tail was flicking rapidly to and fro, sweeping an arc in the sand. Her chest was heaving as she panted, and, looking closely, he could see the small dark pink nubs of her nipples poking through her frosted silver fur.

It took the gryphoness a couple minutes to come down from her peak. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Kjertan, her tongue lolling out the side of her beak. "You," she said once she'd got her breath back, "are such a tease."

"So's my dad if you give him half a chance. I probably wouldn't have met you if he hadn't got me horny this morning."

Krysta chuckled softly. "I'll be sure to thank him for that when I meet him. I will meet him soon, right?"

Kjertan glanced outside. The rain had reduced to a light drizzle again, and the sky had lightened up a bit. "Quite soon, I'm sure. I've been away for quite some time, and I'm sure my folks are wondering where I am." He frowned as something occurred to him. "Did I mention that it's my birthday today?"

"No, you didn't! And here I am without a gift for you."

"Oh, you've already given me a gift I'll never forget. You." Kjertan leaned in and stroked his beak against Krysta's cheek.

"And my cunt too," she added cheekily. She lifted her cummy foreclaw and stroked it over Kjertan's cheek, leaving a streak of his seed behind.

Kjertan nodded with a laugh. "Yeah, yeah. And may I receive that many times more!"

"I think that can be arranged."

The rain stopped sometime in mid-afternoon, leaving the world very damp and still. The clouds dissipated, and wisps of vapour began to rise from the ground as the afternoon sunshine played across the forest. Until then, the two gryphons spent more time getting acquainted with one another, intimately and otherwise. By the time they decided that had better get going, the afternoon was beginning its multicoloured segue into dusk.

It wasn't too far too fly, once Kjertan had managed to get some bearing on where he was, but night had draped its dark curtain across the world by the time he spied the distinctive rock formation that towered into the sky near his family's cave, a black shadow against the spangled deep navy blue of the night.

Kjertan and Krysta circled above the cave a couple times before swooping down to land on the ledge just outside. Light from within cast long shadows behind them as they backwinged to a stop. Almost immediately two more shadows appeared, coming from the cave's interior. "Kjertan!" roared one of them in an irate female voice. "Where the heck have you been?!"

"Krysta," Kjertan murmured, glancing at his new partner. "Meet my parents."