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_ Up and up, higher and higher Zan was carried through the sky, the feeling of weightlessness tingling pleasantly in his gizzard, while his long, feathered wings folded along his back. There was no particular reason to flap, as they would only get in the way of the large dragon already lifting him effortlessly through the sky. The huge creature's talons holding him gently, yet securely around each of his shoulders._

_ He was giddy with exhilaration. The wind rushed passed him, hissing in his ears while the dragon whispered wonderfully seductive things into his mind. He was completely under the drake's spell; his neck craned back as he gazed up longingly into the dragon's penetrating red eyes, his body limp and completely at ease underneath the beast; too tired to resist, too exhausted to move._

_ They passed through a soaking layer of clouds, and a stifling, humid warmth washed over him as they broke through it's surface. He was aroused beyond words, and the damp heat of the jungle only further augmented such lustful desires. Sweat matted his pure-white fur as he panted heavily with need, his maleness painfully erect mid-flight. The dragon's hushed promises of endless pleasures filled his head with unrestrained passion, his whole body trembling for release as they spiralled upwards further into the night, flying until they penetrated the final layer of clouds. _

_ Zan's fur was now completely drenched with moisture. He blinked to clear his eyes and was greeted by millions of bright stars twinkling above him in the void of space. Vibrant ribbons of purple, green, blue and gold swam across the heavens; a phenomenon he understood as the Lights, and that their rare appearance seemed to magnify the world to stunning levels of beauty._

_ He hung there while the dragon hovered to allow him to gaze in wonder at the full moon shining against the twilight. His beak was open in awe, his eyes wide with disbelief. He was higher than he'd ever flown, higher than the actual sky itself. He felt lightheaded and weak, but a thrill of excitement shot down his spine as the dragon lifted him up and cradled him against his muscular chest. His claws supporting Zan's haunches so that he no longer hung. The gryphon murmured sleepily as the beast held him close. He was entranced, and the fact he was with such a creature made him shiver with what was bound to come ..._

_ "It's glorious is it not?" the dragon whispered in his deep voice; and Zan responded to the creature's mesmerizing words by snuggling comfortably into his arms, his gaze staring up at the drake with a tired, yet dreamy look on his face._

_ "Do you ever want this to end?"_

_ He shook his head._

_ The dragon gave a wicked grin that made Zan's heart race. "It is time."_

_ Calmly, the dragon's muzzle dipped towards his beak, and the claws on the back of Zan's mane pulled him close. He opened his mouth instinctively and closed his eyes; allowing the large creature's narrow snout to meet his mouth in a passionate kiss. He did not resist. The moment their faces touched, his world melted into nothing but intense pleasure, his cock rubbing needfully against the dragon's abdomen as they nuzzled affectionately._

_ He whimpered as they shared their hot saliva between themselves. Their faces twisting back-and-forth as the dragon embraced him; nipping at his neck and chin, and flicking his tongue in and out of the gryphon's mouth in an exotic display of skill. It was clear to see who was the dominant creature in their moment of passion; the dragon was poised possessively over the young whelp, his talons roving through Zan's fur and tickling his nape - causing the smaller animal to constantly twitch and croon. The creature knew how to manipulate the gryphon perfectly, and it showed in his every movement._

_ Their kiss became more intimate as time wore on. The dragon's scent spun into Zan's nares while he ground his hips pleadingly against the creature's waist. Everything felt so good: His lover's fiery breath filling his lungs, his powerful muscles massaging him into submission, and his burning eyes which seemed to ignite Zan's very soul ... There was no describing such an experience, and he eagerly gave himself over to his draconic lover; allowing the larger creature to explore his mouth with unsurpassed skill._

_ All too soon, their kiss ended; and the dragon drew back. Zan sighed in amazement and blinked slowly, his body pulsing with warmth. He laid his head on the dragon's shoulder and draped his forelegs around the creature's neck to rest; The dragon's breath tickling the inner fur of his ears as they cuddled for a moment._

_ "I love you." Zan murmured sleepily._

_ The dragon adjusted the gryphon's position so that Zan's rump sat a little above his hips._

_ "And I love you whelp. Now tell me, are you ready to begin?" _

_ Zan gave a tiny nod._

_ The dragon stroked Zan's mane reassuringly and gripped him tighter against his body. Easily holding the supplicant gryphon against his chest and stomach. Zan felt the dragon's growing arousal building like a tidal wave inside the creature ... It was an unstoppable, primal emotion; soon to be unleashed upon him in all its carnal strength._

_ And he couldn't wait._

_ The dragon nudged his hips forward, and Zan screwed his eyes shut as the creature's pulsing length pushed against his small bottom. It slid against the soft fur of his rump, making Zan's coat there wet and slick with the dragon's dripping pre. His heart pounded in his chest as the liquid made his skin tingle and burn. The dragon was teasing him as he prodded around coyly. He knew exactly where the soft, tight entrance was found, but Zan knew the dragon would enjoy enticing him until he couldn't take it anymore, until he was practically begging to be bred._

_ A few more fleeting brushes against his hindquarters made him lose all restraint, and he arched his back and let loose a howl of impatience; his pink tongue hanging out and his innocent blue eyes wide with lust._

_ The dragon gave a deep chuckle upon seeing him so exhausted with pent-up desire, and slipped his clawed hand towards Zan's groin. Wrapping a dextrous paw around the gryphon`s cock and pumping it slowly until Zan was rendered speechless, his expression slack and empty. Pre dribbled from his barbed tip and leaked down his pink shaft as his body innately prepared itself to slip inside a female that would never come. He ground his beak together until he couldn't handle the dragon's ministrations any longer ... he looked up, trying as hard as he could to focus on the dragon's cunning expression._

_ "Please ... I ... I need you inside me."_

_ The dragon grinned knowingly. "As you wish, whelp." And after a brief second of drawing his hips back, thrust forward ..._

_ But his length never found its mark, the unstoppable pleasure did not come ... and instead, Zan found himself plummeting through the night air. Falling towards the ground at a breakneck speed, the wind screaming into his ears as the trees rose up to impale him on their sharp stalks. _

_ His imminent death, fast approaching; and he couldn't even scream._

He woke up with a shout; his mane of white feathers pointing stiff and his bright blue eyes wild with terror. His shriek echoed off around him ... he wasn't falling. His claws pressed into his reassuring tangle of leaves and branches beneath him. No dragon ... no fangs ... he was safe inside his nest.

'it was just a dream,' Zan told himself. But from his perch, he shivered and scanned the jungle around him nervously. 'it was only a dream ...'

His breath came in quick pants; and he waited, half-expecting the dragon to swoop down upon him from nowhere. He listened to the incessant buzz of cicadas in the pitch-black jungle, the snuffle of a foraging animal on the ground some twenty feet below. Zan curled into a ball but did not dare drift back to sleep. He knew there was no point anymore. It only made his dreams worse.

There was an uncomfortable pressure beneath him as he lay down. He turned on his side and groaned with frustration; not entirely surprised to see his timid erection. He felt ashamed at his arousal. That too now happened all the time. Ever since he had last met the creature that plagued his dreams ...

That night in the cave so long ago. That terrifying, lustful night in which he had been mated passionately by a dark creature: A dragon! ... a species in which the world thought to have been extinct for hundreds of years; had seduced him with promises of pleasure and power ...

He had resisted at first ... perhaps not. It had been forced on him ... but he had embraced it ... Zan's recollection was foggy, but he remembered being broken and succumbing to the beast's desires. Some memories we're vivid, others ... not so much: warmth, flooding through his body. Ecstasy near unbearable. A sense of loss he couldn't explain. Fear, but intense desire at the same time.

Zan shook his head, trying to shake the thoughts loose. His dreams reminded him every night of their encounter. His latest one had been the most intense; and he shuddered as he recalled the sensation of tumbling helplessly through the night air. The others visions had been abrupt and confusing, hardly as real as that.

'Maybe it's a warning,' he thought grimly. But strangely enough, he had expected this. Before he had left the cave, the dragon had reminded him of one thing:

Return ... or be hunted down.

Zan shivered. Just the thought made his gizzard freeze. As if he had ever thought the dragon was joking. What worried him most however, was the part of him that wanted to go back. The dragon scared him: Evil, sinister, devious, all those things and more. But Zan's instincts begged for him to seek the creature out. He flared his claws in annoyance. Why did he feel like this?

'Because it felt good'

Zan gave a tired sigh. Yes it had felt very good. There was more to it however. He knew the dragon had done something to him. Something to his mind that gave him such strange nightmares. He was well-aware of the dragon's psychic powers; and the thought that maybe the dragon still maintained a link to his mind was particularly unsettling.

It was possible; especially considering the dragon's extreme talent with Energies: A mysterious, visible, luminescent power that Zan possessed too, albeit with much less skill.

He knew he couldn't pretend anymore, he couldn't act or hide as if nothing had happened. The dragon was demanding he return.

He felt empty and hopeless, and the night pressed in all around him. He would. There was no choice. What could he expect? A similar mating? Had it been so bad?

Yes ... it had been awful at times ... but towards the end, when the dragon had finally mounted him ...

He blushed beneath his feathers. It was wrong. All of it; but what choice did he have? First light he would fly. Back towards the cave, back towards the dragon, back towards everything he had tried so hard to forget ...

He trembled again despite the moist heat of the jungle. His length was still stiff and slick with pre, not from thoughts of nubile gryphon females; but a dark, handsome male dragon. He groaned with lustful need and closed his eyes.

Hopefully he wasn't too late. He would hate to see his dreams come true.

Zan opened his eyes. Had he slept? He still felt incredibly tired. Around him, thousands of tropical birds were singing inside their nests to greet the coming daylight. He groaned and roused himself; shaking the moisture out of his fur and stretching his stiff limbs. He didn't feel too good. To think that he was going back to the dragon was madness, but then again, the alternative was death, so he tried his best to push the thought to the back of his head.

He looked over the edge of his large nest. Sunlight poured through the canopy above in rays of warmth; casting light on the brightly covered foliage; and making the morning dew covering every vine sparkle brilliantly. The jungle was awash with life; animals of all shapes and sizes scurried along the ground or swung tree-to-tree in their own peculiar gait. Zan's sharp eyes spotted a pair of large wolves prowling beneath his tree; their bodies low and powerful; stalking their prey ... and further back, the quick flash of a rabbit darting for cover in the plant-life. His nest was well hidden, but he knew they would never bother him anyways. Wolves and gryphons held a cold respect for each other; like all big predators.

Zan leaped from his nest onto the trunk of an adjacent tree and bounded lightly to the forest floor. The ground here was soft and wet, and the earth squelched around his talons in a feeling he was very familiar with. He looked about, surrounded by thick foliage and bright plants. This was his home. He knew the jungle very well, and it's beauty amazed him. But now, he felt small and alone. He was no longer safe here.

He turned about, tired and afraid. His body; which had always made him fast, was weighing him down. He was felt exhausted nowadays. The dragon had said their mating would make him strong, that their close bond would strengthen them both. But Zan didn't feel that way. No. He felt weaker.

'Fool.' He thought bitterly. The dragon had tricked him; and Zan, like the whelp he was, had believed everything. It had been a terrible idea from the start to seek shelter in that cave.

He shuffled off miserably, following an over-grown trail that he used each morning. His body ached with strain; but his favourite hot-spring was nearby and the image of its soothing warmth gave him something to look forward to. Once there; he would slink into the steaming water, clean his fur, preen every feather, and try to look somewhat presentable. He had no idea what to expect when he encountered dragon, but he figured a hot bath would both settle his nerves, and give him time to think ...

Zan left the hot-spring feeling somewhat refreshed. His soft white fur silky smooth, and his mane flaring nicely around his collar. He inspected his reflection in the water; still not entirely impressed by his appearance. He looked like a whelp: Bright blue eyes, young; a lean body not yet bulked with muscle, wings covered in fluffy down, and a curving yellow beak that still looked far too large for his head. Whelps went unnoticed in gryphon society; caught during a stage in life spent completely carefree and forgotten.

Except him of course. The dragon had made sure of that.

He looked up at the canopy some forty feet above him; flying out of it's protective barrier would be more dangerous now that the dragon was looking for him. Zan wondered if the dragon ever truly slept. If he did, Zan hoped it was during daylight when he himself was wide awake.

He turned away from the water and rustled his wings. Was there anytime to hunt? He considered it briefly; his stomach growling.

A particularly fat rabbit a few meters away distracted him. He crouched low against the soft earth, creeping forwards slowly through a drape of overgrown vines. The rabbit tensed as he got close; standing up beneath it's leaf and sniffing the air. A second later, it turned and looked straight into his eyes through the vines.

Zan felt the wind rustle his tail-feathers. Shoot. He was upwind and it had noticed his scent. Odd, considering he had hardly stepped out of the hot-spring not five minutes ago.

Zan sprung too early from his hiding spot. The rabbit darted off towards the left through a large bush; and by the time he landed rather ungracefully on his beak - it had vanished.

He stood up irritably and shook his feathers clean. How annoying. Hunting had always been easy for him, so why wasn't he able to catch a fat rabbit? He buried his beak in his chest feathers and inhaled deeply. He smelled like himself, as far as he could tell ... but there was also something else ... something foreign that prickled the inside his nares ... and it dawned of him.

It was the smell of a dragon.

He frowned. He had never noticed it before. No wonder his prey was steering clear of him: He reeked of the dragon's scent; and now he was going back ... Guardians ... would the smell ever get the chance to leave him? He breathed in the potent musk again and flinched. Hunting had been a challenge lately, and it was one he wasn't about to re-attempt at the moment. The rabbit was gone, and Zan figured it was probably for the best. All things considered; the dragon was probably looking forward to do some very filthy things with his body, and perhaps it would be in his best interest to keep an empty stomach.

He stretched his long white wings and took flight straight into the air. Following the arching trunks of jungle plants covered in mossy growth towards the canopy above. He broke through its surface unscathed and found himself high in the sky; the red sun blazing down upon him above in the far-off horizon. The temperature was intensely hot now that he was no longer on the ground; but a cool breeze kicked up around him, buffeting him to the side so that he had to angle his wings upwards in order to gain speed. Flapping hard he rose in altitude, pivoting in midair to gain his bearings. North was the direction of the cliff in which the dragon resided. It was far ... if he walked, but gryphons were blessed with wings. Perhaps ten-thousand wingstrokes if he left immediately.

There was no sense wasting time. With a nervous gulp and a second of hesitation; Zan unfurled his wings and glided along a northern thermal draft. Soaring over the massive jungle beneath him and through the cloudless sky towards his destination.

Nine-thousand wingstrokes later, Zan was nearly there. His sharp eyes had spotted the cliff rise up in the distance a few minutes ago, and it was only getting bigger and more intimidating the closer he got. A flood of bad feelings raced through him. 'This is it,' he thought. Up ahead was where he would find out what the dragon wanted with him. There was still the possibility he was going to be eaten; but the thought of incessant nightmares for the rest of his life was a fate worse than death. Perhaps if he did what the dragon wanted he would let him go like last time. He hoped so. Just the thought of seeing the creature again terrified him.

He scanned the dark, rough surface of the cliff when he was close enough. It was an ugly thing, tearing out of the ground and rising high into the air; pockmarked with jagged rocks and sharp outcroppings. He had never really paid it much interest when he was a youngling, but now he looked up at it with a sense of foreboding. It looked like a fitting place for a dragon. An excellent place to hide if one wanted to remain unseen.

Within a few moments Zan saw the entrance and he held is breath at the sight. It was exactly like he remembered ... a large vicious tear in the top of the cliff, pitch-black and sinister. He trimmed his wings and flew in close; feeling a sense of dread creep through his bones. The entire surface of the cave was formed by strange black rocks. Nothing about it looked natural; almost as if it had been chiseled crudely into the mountain and forgotten for a century. Maybe it had; Zan reasoned. Besides, he had never seen a living creature here during his entire lifetime.

He hesitated for a moment ... the sense of fear rising. He pushed it back ... there was no time for panic now. Banking left, he approached the ugly cave and touched down as lightly as he could on it's very edge. Small pebbles pattered down the cliff when he landed, and he stared unblinkingly upon the veil of darkness ahead of him that led deeper into the mountain. 'Here we go.' He thought. This was the moment in which his normal gryphon life stopped, and something else began.

He took a step forward into the gloom, staring down the corridor ahead. He remembered it all too well. It was a long, narrow stretch into the cave. No room to manoeuvre or escape, with only a single destination: The antechamber.

He waited a second to compose himself, frozen with fear. His hearing was very acute, and he did not detect any unusual sounds coming from within. In fact, the whole place looked neglect. Rocks were strewn everywhere and there were no tracks on the ground indicating any creature - specifically a large dragon - had been here lately.

Perhaps this was all his imagination. The dreams ... his visions ... the idea of coming back to the cave ... What if he had misunderstood it all? Maybe all this time he was still in shock and dwelling too much on the beast ... What if there was a chance he wasn't meant to return? That this had all been a huge mistake?

Zan tensed as he heard something on the edges of his hearing ... A faint hum ... coming from deep within the heart of the mountain. His feathers shrank low upon his neck apprehensively. The hum intensified; deep and rhythmic until Zan felt it vibrate powerfully in his chest.

"What the ..." A faint pattering on his paws alerted him to pebbles shaking on the floor; and Zan froze. The room rumbled and shook around him, layers upon layers of rock shifting inside the mountain. Zan felt a strong desire to flee ... but he couldn't. The hum rumbled through him until he thought his ribs would crack; but as suddenly as it started, the room came to a standstill once more. The vibrations echoing off deeper into the mountain.

Zan didn't move. Silt from the ceiling poured down around him; and he glanced upwards. There was no damage to the cave itself; it remained unchanged aside from the dust stirred up. What had caused that shaking he wondered. The hum? Was it a ground tremor? Or something else entirely?

He couldn't leave. This was all more then mere coincidence. Something was down there; waiting for him. He just knew it.

Zan stepped cautiously into the gloom. The darkness creeping over him until he was completely submerged in it's embrace. He could barely see; his eyesight wasn't meant for these conditions; but he carried on. Treading carefully through the corridor and deeper into the cave. The air inside was dank; and the ceiling was covered in shiny mineral deposits that he had not seen last time. Further still; tiny holes began to speckle the roof of the tunnel allowing sunlight to filter in from outside. He ducked around a large stalactite, avoiding the murky puddle beneath as he travelled deeper into the cave.

The temperature continued to rise like a furnace the further he descended; and soon, a strange mist had gathered around the tunnel that made his feathers stick to one another. Oddly enough, as he delve deeper into the cavern; the sense of fear that gripped him from earlier disappeard. He felt warm and relaxed; and with a lazy yawn, he noticed all his aches and pains were gone.

The scent he realized; was suddenly upon him.

The scent. A foreign smell any creature would recognize because of it's potency. Rich, spicy, and persistent; it settled deep inside his nares and made him feel very woozy. He should be more careful. The musk of a dragon was highly intoxicating, but Zan found himself unwilling to draw away from the source of the exotic odour. It practically begged him to seek it out.

"What has become of me?" He wondered. "Spelunking through creepy caves ... following tasty smells- ouch!" he recoiled unpleasantly as he bumped his head on a sharp ledge.

"Bumping my head on things ..." He muttered dryly. A gryphon shouldn't be bumping his head on things. He was half bird good-guardians!

Normal rules obviously did not apply to him; and all of these problems were stirred up by a single dragon of all things. Weren't they supposed to be extinct centuries ago? When he was younger, his dad had told him that they had mysteriously vanished; and after decades of not a single sighting: Presumably extinct. As far as Zan was concerned, his parents were wrong.

The scent was getting stronger, as was the mist swirling about; and that could only mean one thing: He was getting closer. He stumbled along the downward slope, brushing clouds of steamy mist from his vision; and sweating profusely from the moist heat that matted his fur. He fluffed his plumage halfheartedly; completely focused on the source of the exotic odour as he neared the antechamber.

Zan sighed as a relaxing warmth spread through his body and tingled down to the tips of his wings. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad, he surmised. Everything from last time came rushing back in a pleasant wave of memories. Oddly enough; the scent was better than he remembered. Almost like it was meant to lure him into a-

The tunnel suddenly levelled, and he found himself staring into a large circular antechamber

-Trap

A jolt of from his gizzard immediately made him freeze in his tracks. Something was inside.

The sense of calm left him instantly, and he backed up into the shadows of the smooth corner of the antechamber. There was hardly any sunlight coming in from the crude oculus above, but on the far side of the room, tucked under the darkness of the arching walls; lay a large black creature; sleeping a dozen feet away no more. Unblinkingly, Zan stared at the dark, bulky form. Everything told him it was the dragon he remembered ... but something was off. The shape wasn't' right. Too small. And the hide was weird looking; all messy and ruffled like ... feathers.

There was no mistaking it Zan realized in wide-eyed disbelief. The sleeping creature was not a menacing dragon ... but a male gryphon; just like him!

It was unlike any gryphon he had ever seen however. Jet black and rugged looking; yet sporting the same soft, fluffy down that clung in abundance to Zan's own wings. Whoever this strange gryphon was, the only thing he could tell was that it was close to his own age but larger ... and more intimidating. Judging from the sheer size of it; a fledged hunter no less.

Zan took a cautious step closer. This gryphon was oddly familiar. He needed a closer look ...

From sheer clumsiness, or perhaps bad luck; he accidentally knocked a pebble across the floor with a careless sweep of a large, white paw.

The echo was unnaturally loud. The tiny black rock skittered across the side of the room; and slowly, inexorably; before Zan could make a hasty retreat ... the black gryphon opened a single, blood-red eye.

Zan was caught in the creature's unsettling gaze like a fly trapped in a web. It's mane was impressively layered with feathers, swept back and sleek; with a wickedly sharp onyx beak. The gryphon's expression was unreadable as it tilted it's head inquisitively. Rustling it's massive wings and crossing it's paws as if a sudden intruder interrupting its sleep was a mildly pleasant surprise.

Zan didn't blink as it stared at him. Perhaps it was lame he wondered. He began to take a careful step backwards ...

"Why are you here?" The gryphon suddenly asked in a smooth, masculine voice.

Zan's plumage wilted upon being addressed.

"I was ... um ... spelunking?" he offered.

The black gryphon gave a low chuckle. "A dark cave atop a high cliff is no place for a whelp to explore. And while I do appreciate your rich vocabulary ... I do not your lies." It added ominously. "Tell me the reason why you are here."

Zan swallowed nervously. "I was looking for someone, but you're not who it is." He replied. "I'm sorry for bothering you and all. I thought nobody lived here."

The black gryphon inspected his talons idly. "Then tell me whelp; if you thought nobody lived here, why would you ever bother searching this place?"

Zan shuffled awkwardly; "He told me to meet here that's all."

"Who is he?"

"A ... a friend." Zan lied.

"He must be a poor friend to send you all the way here for nothing. You are foolish to have believed him."

"Guess so." Zan replied quickly. "Anyways, since he's not here I guess I'll be-

"Although" the black gryphon interrupted, raising a claw to his beak mock-introspectively. "That would make me the fool for believing such a lazy excuse. And tell me whelp: Do I, look like a fool to you?"

'Well, I did sneak up on you close enough to slit your throat,' Zan thought of saying; but instead settled for: "No."

The black gryphon looked amused. "Of course not. So little gryphon, despite your lies, I believe you are here for a reason. Explain yourself fully and I may forgive your transgressions."

Zan flinched at being called 'little' considering the gryphon insulting him could only be a bit older than himself. "You're not going to believe me even if I tell you." He answered truthfully.

"Enlighten me." The black gryphon replied with an elegant wave of its paw.

Zan took a deep breath. Bracing for the creature's reaction. "It was a dragon."

The black gryphon looked up from preening an outstretched wing and stared.

"I'm being honest." Zan continued; feeling like an idiot. As if he expected the gryphon would ever believe such a far-fetched statement.

The black gryphon stood up majestically and ruffled it's mighty wings, A full head taller than Zan himself; It remained mute. It's keen eyes searching Zan for a downward glance, a muscle twitch, or anything that would suggest the small white gryphon was deceiving him. Zan felt a trickle of sweat roll down his cheek.

Zan relaxed as the black gryphon finished gauging him and sat elegantly on it's haunches, head turned curiously. "Do you believe me?" He asked tentatively.

"Perhaps." The black gryphon said after a long pause. "Although it is a difficult thing to fathom. The last of the dragons died long ago. Or say you otherwise?"

Zan shuffled nervously. He did not like where this conversation was going. "I guess they're still around." He said flatly.

The black gryphon finished licking a front paw and began pacing around the room; it's front shoulders slouched and predatory; the wide, circular berth of the walls curving so that it could inspect Zan from every side.

Zan felt it's red eyes burning into the back of him. The black gryphon rounded, the shadow of a smile etched into the corners of its beak. "Why was it so important that you wish to meet a dragon here of all places?"

Zan shrugged his shoulders and looked around. "Well, seeing as he's not here, why don't you try asking him yourself?"

The black gryphon churred softly and strode past him. It's body was sleek and masculine; muscles rippling under a ruffled coat of fur. Zan masked his jealousy poorly. He had a distinct feeling the creature reminded him of someone back with the clan, but he couldn't recall who.

"Perhaps I will."

Zan's rapidly thumping heart missed a beat and he turned to face the larger creature. "Beg your pardon?"

The black gryphon was inspecting its talons again. "Whose to say I have not met the dragon myself? With all things considered whelp, you should ask yourself: Why instead of a dragon, should you find yourself in the company of another gryphon, here, in the most unlikely of places?"

Zan felt a cold chill race along his spine.

The black gryphon looked up and gave him a deep look, their bodies very close now. It tilted its head and whispered into one of Zan's tufted ears: "Appearances can be deceiving, Zan."

He recoiled immediately, something was very wrong. "How ... how do you know my name?"

The black gryphon smiled.

Zan felt a chill of fear grip his heart. The room was very quiet amidst their silence; and he still had no idea who this creature was or of what it even spoke of.

And then; while staring into the creature's blood red eyes ... his body gripped with panic; Zan suddenly understood that the unthinkable was true, and that he was witnessing something both impossible to comprehend, and terrifyingly unknown.

Whatever this creature in front of him was, it was certainly no gryphon. With a numbing terror, Zan realized the truth; the only possible conclusion:

Dragon.

"It's you." He croaked.

The black gryphon hung it's regal head and chuckled deeply. "No Zan." It said before looking back up, its eyes strikingly familiar. "It is you."

Zan stumbled backwards; his head suddenly singing with pain while his mind raced desperately for answers. 'This is too much.' He glanced upwards meekly; the black gryphon's faint red eyes boring into him; and as Zan's gaze inspected the creature's most intricate facial details ... he understood why it seemed so familiar. In front of him, was not some stranger he had never met; but a perverse and twisted image of ... of himself.

He felt as if he might faint. He was staring at a dark, grizzled reflection of his very being.

"What ... you're ... you're me?"

"How very observant."

The black gryphon imposter circled Zan hungrily, his talons clicking against the cavern floor. Zan felt a shiver race up his spine as he struggled to come to terms with how the dragon had shifted into his present form.

"You wonder how? I sense? You posses the ability as well, only your youth and ignorance hold you back. It is Energy gryphon, the power that binds us both together in ways neither of us can imagine, and allows us to perform what one would normally see as impossible."

"That's not true!" Zan shouted in a hoarse voice, shocked that such a feat was possible, and not convinced at all. "How? even the wisest gryphons in legend could not do what you say is true! And I am far from being one of them!"

"A dragon never lies," the black gryphon answered softly.

Suddenly there was a loud hum and flash of red Energy so bright Zan was blinded. He shut his eyes in pain but before they had closed, he noticed the black gryphon's body had shimmered as if made of an otherworldly liquid. The glow behind his eyelids dimmed, and he sneaked a peek; Reeling back in surprise when he saw that in his split-second of blindness, the black gryphon had been replaced by a towering giant of smooth, pitch-black hide, and a long twisting neck. A pair of sharp red eyes burned high above, gazing down upon him with what was surely a smile made of sharp white fangs. Two massive, jagged wings lay folded along his flanks.

There was another blinding flash, and Zan was forced to squint again. He trembled from head to tail, paralysed by what he had just witnessed, and when he reluctantly opened his eyes a second time, the hum had subsided and the dragon was gone, replaced by the black gryphon once again. The shadow of the dragon's transformation burned into Zan's retinas.

"Now do you see whelp? It pains me that you place yourself in such low regard along with the rest of your kind. Your great ancestors were weak and undisciplined compared to the might of even a dragon hatchling, and you fail to realize that none of them had the benefit of a dragon as tutelage in the ways of manipulating such power."

Despite his shock, Zan's eyes narrowed at the insult upon his race. Gryphons were renowned for their ability to control Energies despite how rarely the trait surfaced in individuals. Stormbeak, ancient monarch of the northern clans was said to be able to split a tree with a single thought, but that era had long since passed, and all that remained were his crumbling bones atop Mount Brightwing. Surely the dragon knew such power only existed in the select few.

He shook his head as another wave of lust twisted about his mind. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to clear his head from the fog of confusion that swirled about the small cavern.

"My powers are nothing compared to yours or the great masters," Zan said with a firmness that astonished him. "I cannot even flutter a leaf concentrating at my hardest. And I have tried ... many times."

The black gryphon faced him, and for a second, Zan saw him bristle with anger. He felt an odd satisfaction at denouncing his own ability to control Energies. The dragon was wrong in his appraisal of him, for he was nothing more than a whelp with no control over the power that ran in his blood, and he knew this, deep down inside his gizzard.

"You poison yourself with such words little gryphon." The black creature hissed. "Nor do you listen to mine. I am offering to be your mentor, and yet you ignore my voice and continue to remain blind to the hidden strength that runs deep in your veins. I can see it little one. This-" He said, flaring his feathered wings proudly and flexing his muscles"- Is what you could become. You are so very young and foolish, but with my guidance, you could grow into what you see before you now."

Zan's heart raced. He studied his reflection in the dragon's magically transformed body. Sleek, brutal and handsome, and so very different. Was there truth in what he said? Was it possible to become the awesome creature he saw before him? Or was it all simply a cruel joke? This is what he dreamed off ... to shed his unwanted title as whelp and become stronger, could the dragon see that too? Or was he being led down a path he dare not take?

Reading his thoughts, the dragon spoke again, his voice an echoing whisper:

"A dragon never lies, Zan."

Zan considered this, looking at his own paws in thought. Warmth rolled in waves through his groin as the black gryphon's intoxicating musk grew more noticeable. He felt woozy with the sudden weight of the situation pressing down upon him. Could he trust the dragon? Had it been wise to return to this terrible place of ancient mystery? Would he be allowed to leave should he desire it, or was there any real choice in this matter?

"And should I decline, would you allow me to leave in peace?"

The black gryphon gave a deep chuckle. "Whether you like it or not whelp, our destinies are linked together in a powerful bond. I suppose you could depart if you truly desired, although you and I both understand it would be only delaying what has already begun."

"And what has begun?" Zan asked. Shifting uncomfortably as a familiar tingle throbbed inside his sheath. The black gryphon smiled.

"Your transformation of course! Or have you already forgotten our agreement? Through our previous intimate contact, I have fed off your excess emotions, and in return, imparted knowledge deep inside your mind. Perhaps not much, but enough to whet your appetite for more. Knowledge that will in time, serve to better you in ways you have never dreamed of."

Zan did remember something like that. But hearing it again did little to settle his nerves. Such a relationship sounded dangerous and unnatural ... if somewhat tempting...

"But ... the last time we ... we mated. I woke up with many aches and pains and a terrible headache. If anything I'm weaker than before I met you! How can I believe what you say when all I feel are such unpleasant things?

The dragon raised a claw and brushed Zan's mane affectionately. "Does a muscle not hurt when it is exercised repeatedly?" He asked, speaking softly as if to a newborn. "Your mind and body will slowly adjust little one. Strength does not come overnight, and you are certainly no exception. It will take time, but I promise you the results will be worthwhile."

"I think I understand." Zan said. Although to be completely honest, he found it hard to believe how mating with such a creature could possibly benefit them both. Although when talking to an all-knowing dragon, with god-like powers, it was best to simply agree.

"Regardless," the dragon continued. "Do you not feel relaxed in my presence? Have your aches not been soothed, and your migraine diminished?"

Zan realized that much was true. He felt much better now that he was in the dragon's presence again. "I suppose so." He answered simply.

The larger gryphon's eyes burned brightly. "You are a curious little creature Zan. A master of understatement if I do say so myself." His voice suddenly lowered an octave and took on a distinct, throaty purr. "But I can do much more than simply alleviate your pains little one." His dark body slunk around Zan's trembling one, their flanks brushing together provocatively and the black gryphon's long feathery tail flicking playfully across Zan's large yellow beak. "I know you crave what I desire ... Something that involves me lying across your back-" he whispered in Zan's ear as if sharing a deep secret. "-My claws locked about your waist and my breath against your cheek..."

Zan gave a quiet, involuntary moan, his legs threatening to buckle. The room suddenly felt much hotter. "Please dragon ... may we talk for a little while longer before I decide whether to continue? I still have so many questions to ask." His voice sounded pleading and faint. A flush of heat burned underneath his feathers as he realized he was becoming very aroused. The dragon knew exactly what to say to stir his lusts. It came naturally to him.

The black gryphon chuckled deeply, and he withdrew from Zan. "As you wish little gryphon, I will tell you what I can. Although I would suggest you make haste, as I doubt you will be able to consciously resist my advances much longer." His sharp beak split into a knowing grin.

Zan returned a shy smile. He already felt fuzzy from the dragon's dizzying musk, and he could recall its potency with frightening ease. Somehow it held the ability to tempt his mind into ignorance, and render him speechless with need. Until a simple touch felt like bliss, and anything more had him reduced to whimpers of pleasure. It smelled rich and sweet inside the small cave, both a combination of his perspiration and the dragon's wonderful scent emanating from his look-alike's underside no doubt.

He shook his head and blinked exceptionally hard. He had to focus. Everything felt light and bubbly inside his stomach, and he suppressed the urge to simply collapse at the black gryphon's paws and submit to his whims. 'Guardians would it feel good' he thought.

Zan pushed the thought away. "Dragon, why are you so interested in me if I am nothing more than a whelp? Surely there must be more suitable mates for you? Another female dragon perhaps? What is it that makes me so special to you?"

The black gryphon paced and thought for a second. "I find you very attractive little one. I have never had the pleasure to meet one of your kind before. You are shy and innocent, with much to learn, but you crave power like no other. I hold great respect for such a trait, and I do not want to see talent go to waste. I doubt you understand now, but someday you shall see, and thank me I reckon."

Zan blushed harder. Whatever the dragon saw in him it was obviously significant for he spoke with honesty. "Thank you," he said quietly. "Those are kind words." Maybe the dragon wasn't so bad after all.

The black gryphon's crimson eyes sparkled mischievously. "That or I am an old horny dragon looking for a good fuck. You are a tight little bird Zan, with a handsome cock and much enthusiasm I might add."

Zan's beak dropped. The dragon had no boundaries. He was jesting in good-nature of course, but it embarrassed him greatly to hear the creature speak in such filthy tongues about his body. He recovered as best he could and gave a sheepish grin, feeling the thud of his heart inside his chest pump blood to his extremities.

"I try my best." Zan said with a shrug. The black gryphon raised a dark eyebrow in amusement.

"To answer your question pertaining as to why I don't have a female of my own kind-" the black gryphon continued in a darker tone. "-Is more difficult to explain. We dragons are few and far between. In years long since passed, I would catch tiny glimpses of their presence as faint echoes in my mind. We dragons are all connected in a way I cannot truly describe to you little one. Almost as if we are each a leaf growing atop a large tree." The black gryphon picked up the tiny stone Zan had kicked earlier. "When a dragon's life begins, their leaf is small and green and healthy." He observed the smooth black pebble between his talons. "As they grow old, so does their leaf, and when the time comes and they pass on-" He crushed the rock in his grip. "-the leaf falls away." The black gryphon opened his claws and let the crumbled remains drift to the floor. He looked down at Zan intensely. "I have felt many leaves fall in my lifetime gryphon, and I believe the tree is finally bare." He finished quietly.

Zan swallowed and looked away. He did not know what to say. Such a thing was unthinkable ... to be the last of your kind ...

"They can't be all gone." Zan answered softly. "Maybe they're just ... just too far away." He felt stupid as soon as the words left his beak. He should not have said anything at all. He would never understand what the dragon was feeling.

The black gryphon looked up at the oculus in the roof of the cave, apparently deep in thought. Sunlight splashed through the small crudely chiseled hole, illuminating the dragon's transformed face in a golden aura. "Do not feel sad for me little gryphon. I have come to accept it, and I will lose no sleep dwelling upon such things. Besides, you may be right. My powers are great, but even I have limits. Terre-Erdyne is a vast world, filled with many ancient places and secrets that you may discover yourself someday, and there is a chance that my kind survives hidden away in seclusion. But that is something I doubt and remains to be seen. Now enough of this, I have said too much already and I no longer wish to discuss such things with you little one. Ask your other questions and I shall answer.

Zan nodded in understanding. "Did you cause that tremor in the cave earlier?" He asked, eager to change the subject.

The black gryphon looked at him and smiled. "Yes Zan, you seem to enjoy taking your time when you visit me, so I wanted you to hurry up."

Zan shook his head in awe. How such feats were possible was beyond him. "Will you show me how to do that sometime?"

"If you would like yes. Although you must learn to control your Energies properly beforehand little one. Strength without control is no strength at all."

Zan felt excitement leap in his gizzard as he imagined such an ability.

"So if I ... understand correctly," Zan said, struggling to find the appropriate words as his mind fogged pleasantly with desire, "You want to teach me how to ... how to help me control my Energy to make me stronger ... is that it?"

The black gryphon nodded.

"And you want to mate with me in return to show me these things?"

Another nod, "That is precisely how dragons share our power."

"Oh." Zan said in surprise. That didn't seem like such a bad thing. Part of him wondered how he could even be contemplating such an affair. He wanted to laugh really.

"And you promise to never hurt me or eat me or anything like that?"

"I will never try to hurt you Zan, for you are much too important for that." The black gryphon suddenly gave a devilish grin. "Although I may eat you out from time-to-time I daresay. Frequently if I must, or perhaps every time we meet since you enjoyed it so much last time." He finished with a friendly wink.

Zan pictured the dragon's paws spreading his taught rump and burying his snout deep into his pink tailhole. That long, purple tongue diving in and out and licking every inch of his tight little pucker. He closed his eyes and shuddered, feeling a burgeoning stiffness begin to spread between his back-legs.

The black gryphon was suddenly very close. "And perhaps if you are lucky, I may allow you to eat me." He said with a sultry purr.

Zan exhaled in a huff of air. A pleasant but intense tingle was happening deep in his nares, but he ignored it. The thought of eating out the dragon was outrageously arousing. Zan's gaze flickered from the black gryphons red eyes to his underside. He corrected immediately, the black gryphon smiled.

"Dragon, will you ever go into my head again?" He asked timidly.

"Yes, I'm afraid I will. I know it frightens you, but should you be a willing mate I will refrain from using my ... harsher techniques.

"Oh," Zan replied. Not entirely reassured. "Why do you do such a thing Dragon?"

"An exceptionally long explanation is required to describe such phenomena. So I suppose 'I enjoy it' will have to suffice gryphon."

"But why my memories?"

"So many questions little one! I simply require them to please you the utmost!" The black gryphon responded enthusiastically. His beak twisted into a self-satisfying grin. "I would say more, but I grow so tired of your incessant babbling little one. Are you satisfied now gryphon? May you relent in your endless interrogation so we may proceed?"

Zan studied the black gryphon's eyes. He didn't completely trust him, and he didn't like how the dragon kept brushing him off with such dry wit.

"Not quite," Zan said. "and I'm not 'interrogating' you." He added defensively.

The black gryphon yawned loudly, revealing a flat, wide tongue. "As you wish."

Zan glared at him suspiciously. How are you me? It's quite unsettling staring into my own face, despite how changed I seem to have become."

The black gryphon flared its impressive wings and inhaled deeply. "I discovered how," He said proudly. "You will as well. I promise that."

Zan shifted his weight side-to-side. He wanted to know ... right now. He would give anything for such power. Yet why was the dragon being so coy?

"Can you teach me now?"

"Patience, patience little one." The black gryphon chided waggling a claw in reprimand. "You are not nearly ready. You know this, did you not admit so yourself earlier?"

Zan found it ironic how the dragon was telling him to be patient when the creature was so obviously disinterested in answering his questions. Although he had to agree. He wasn't ready.

"Well ... I will be ready ... one day!"

"That's the spirit!" Said the dragon with inspiration.

There was a brief moment of silence while Zan felt his new reality sink in. The dragon and him would mate soon. He was sure of it and yet he was neither scared nor apprehensive. Perhaps a little nervous, but surely that was natural given his unusual circumstance. What amazed him so greatly was the realization that the the dragon had seduced him in a matter of minutes. Originally, he had entered the cave with the slightest hope the dragon would not force himself upon him, but now ... his greatest wish was hoping he was worthy enough for such a coupling. The prickle behind his beak grew more intense now, and he wrinkled his brow in irritation. The scent was really getting to him. He felt his sheath give a few quick pulses as the thickening mast inside harkened to spill out from it's protective tube. His heart pumped eagerly and his blood was hot; Surely he could withstand the creature's pheromones another few minutes? He still so many questions.

"Dragon, if I may ask, what is your name. You have never told me."

The dragon began pacing slowly again. "Dragon's have many titles gryphon, and nearly all of them cannot be pronounced by a clumsy tongue such as yours."

Zan wiggled his tongue experimentally. Clumsy?

The black gryphon continued. "Most dragons have a single name that can be pronounced by lesser creatures such as yourself, but I would only share such a personal title with someone who I feel is special, and close to me."

Zan was a little dejected at this. "Am I not worthy of knowing?"

"I suppose you may very well be. Although I am not entirely convinced of your devotion Zan. Our last encounter was ...brief to say the least. It was rough and wild and filled with blind lust. Should we mate again, with passion ... it shall sway my decision quite favourably."

"Dragons are too complicated." Zan replied, earning a chuckle from the black gryphon. "Who would have guessed a name would be such a difficult thing to ask for?"

"Your wit amuses me Zan. But unfortunately for us, it appears both our races have different customs. For instance, you assume mating requires a special bond, when in reality, it is nothing more natural then eating, or sleeping. It is something the body wants, and you must understand that other creatures are equally as excited about the prospect of mating as you are."

"Like you?"

The black gryphon winked. "More so for me, I should think."

Zan shivered again. His breath came in short pants, and the tickle in his head was more noticeable than ever. His muscles were very tense from countless sleepless nights and his newly awakened sex-drive, he noticed too that some of his fur was standing up.

"I suppose you wouldn't let me leave now would you?"

The black gryphon stepped away from the exit of the cave and gestured that he may leave. "You may, although I highly doubt you will. Your words ring hollow gryphon."

A tingle raced down Zan's neck. He felt very light as it evaporated to a numbing tranquillity. He swayed gently on his feat for a second, before the realization sunk in: He could go now! The dragon wanted him to stay, but he could leave. How lucky he was!

For some reason, he hesitated.

"I would prefer if you to stayed with me little one," the black gryphon purred, his voice low and dripping with lust. "I will make you feel very good Zan, You will not regret it."

Zan didn't know why he asked when freedom was so close, but he did anyways because the words slipped out of his beak.

"How?"

The black gryphon's eyes raised in curiosity, before a dark grin split his features. He approached Zan and brought his majestic head in close. Zan remained stock-still as the creature's sharp onyx beak came to a rest beside one of his tufted ears. He felt the black gyphon's hot breath across his cheek, and he he inhaled sharply. What the dragon whispered next made his intentions clear as day.

Zan gave a deep inner shudder as he listened rapt to what the dragon promised he would do to him. The shudder became a full body tremble as the dragon tilted his head closer still. His voice seductive, and hungry. Zan's breath caught, and he had to close his eyes for the description was so terribly arousing. The dragon drew back, and placed a claw on Zan's beak, giving it a small shake, his eyes bright red and confident. He waited for Zan to open one eye at a time and shyly meet his gaze.

"- but I am far from done with you at that point little one." The dragon said with a dark grin. After that, I am going to-"

And he was back to whispering again. And this time Zan's eyes rolled up and he held his breath. The scent was clouding his thoughts. He closed his eyes and felt a shiver of desire race through him that he should of found inappropriate. The black gryphon's words were heard in a crystal voice, smooth and perfect, and Zan was lulled into the fantasy the dragon painted inside his head, beak slack and blue eyes empty.

"-and it will be nothing short of a miracle if you are able walk normally again in a week." The dragon finished cheerfully and nipped Zan's ear. Zan felt his heart flutter and he awoke from his daze. What on earth had the dragon just said now?

"What...?"

The dragon smiled, his eyes glowed.

Zan shook his head and took a step back, his limbs shivered with weeks of pent-up lust. All those nights alone with nothing but memories and the knowledge a dragon wanted to breed him ... and even more so ... the thought that he subconsciously craved it, had turned him into a horny young bird with nothing but sex on the mind. His vision swooped interestingly now, and a numbness had begun to creep along his nape. The pleasurable buzz coming from his sheath made him twitch excitedly, something which he doubted the dragon did not notice.

"At this point little gryphon, my musk has begun to intoxicate you with pheromones. You may feel a loss of balance but this is natural, as is the overwhelming sense of urgency you may feel to breed. The experience is strange, but your senses are in the process of becoming highly attuned ... especially touch." The black gryphon extended a claw and lazily traced it down Zan's flank. Zan sighed happily. It felt like waves of warmth were rippling underneath his fur. He began to purr as the black gryphon stroked him gently.

"You may leave if you wish, but you will not." The dragon said with certainty. "It will prove impossible, for you will not travel a dozen steps before crawling back, begging me to mate with you. If you still have doubts about my intentions, which I do not believe you do ... please accept the fact that your body will, consciously or not, offer itself for me to claim in a manner which I will gladly accept. You would do well to find comfort in the promise that our coupling will cause you extreme pleasure." The black gryphon's masculine voice became gentle and caring now. "You will be the first creature in centuries to mate with a dragon Zan. You should feel very proud, for it is my honour to have chosen you."

Zan felt immensely pleased. His sheath throbbed forcefully with the beat of his heart. The dragon was so persuading. How could he have ever thought he had the willpower to resist the black gryphon's rich scent and tempting offers? He had known all along it would end like this, brazenly aroused and willing, but still it came as a shock to discover how unable he was to withstand the dragon's charm any longer. Surely, and he knew this with more certainty than anything, he would faint should he take two steps. The dragon spoke nothing but truth.

"Thank-you," he heard his voice mumble as if underwater. The dragon's response however was crystal clear:

"The pleasure is mine, gryphon. Just imagine, in moments, you will be speechless with lust between my legs, back arched and moaning for a release which I shall gladly provide with a paw about your waist and my cock sunk deep inside your tailhole."

The description was all it took. Zan gave a surrendered moan and shuddered lustfully. His pink cock spilled from its sheath, hanging fleshy and limp. He should have felt humiliated at his inability to contain such passion, but he felt only a twisted sense of anticipation. His shameless arousal was displayed for the dragon as sole witness, and he had come to accept that this was what he needed, what he wanted ...

What he desired.

Zan looked down between his front-legs at his flaccid length hanging loosely between his thighs. His heart pounded in his throat and his tongue felt sex-thickened. The pulse in his cock throbbed harder, and he watched with some curiosity as his member twitched and rapidly began to swell in size. The thin red-and-blue veins running along his cock became highly noticeable as they pumped blood along his hardening length. His white sheath was taught and wet with sex-fluids, his furry balls dangling freely underneath. He still wasn't used to witnessing an erection, as they had only become a common occurrence recently, so when he looked up, expecting to see the dragon staring at him victoriously, he instead found him sitting very still, observing his budding arousal with genuine interest.

Zan glanced back as his sheath twinged almost painfully from the added tension. He was ashamed to admit it, but his cock was a greedy, hungry looking thing. Fleshy and pink, it curved up and along his belly, a spiderweb of tiny veins spreading across it's tight surface, with a few of the bigger, longer ones bulging out angrily against the skin. The round tip ached as the dozen tiny barbs covering its head stiffened and flared outwards. He reached back and squeezed his engorged tip between a toe-pad inquisitively, flinching and giving a quiet hiss before letting go. The barbs felt extremely sensitive.

Zan looked up shyly at the black-gryphon who turned to meet his gaze. Zan curled his tail around a back-leg to suppress his raging malehood.

"I think I will stay now." he said in a soft, defeated whisper. The dragon smiled.

"I know little one."

Zan waited for more, but the dragon remained silent.

"Are we to ... to mate now?"

"I would think so, yes."

Zan swallowed nervously. "How shall we proceed then?"

The black gryphon grinned and spread his wings invitingly, "I have a few ideas that come to mind. And all of them involve me devouring that tight little ass of yours."

Zan felt his cock give a desperate twitch. Such imagery.

"Are you going to do it as a dragon ... or as a gryph... I mean as me?"

"I think my present form will suffice don't you? I have yet to experience sex as a gryphon, and your bodies I must say are so excitable. Who would have thought such smaller creatures could have so many sensitive bits?" The black gryphon ruffled his feathers, apparently enjoying the sensation. "Besides, the thought of you having to submit to a larger and more powerful double of yourself is an opportunity that is simply far too tempting to ignore."

Zan couldn't begin to fathom what that would be like. Kinky for sure. Embarrassing? Definitely.

"I think it will be very strange."

The dragon laughed and gave a devilish wink. "No stranger than mating with a supposedly extinct dragon? I think you shall enjoy it Zan. Mix things up yes? Perhaps it will feel natural for you to mate with one of your own kind for once."

Zan wouldn't exactly consider mating with himself -and a male no less- natural. Nothing was at this point, but considering he was on the brink of descending into a sex-fuelled delirium that was entirely out of his control, he decided it was best to keep quiet. He vividly remembered the last time they had both mated and how endowed the dragon had been. Now that he was a gryphon, would it be as big? Did the whole dragon change or only some parts? There were so many possibilities it was mind-boggling. Far too many for his young mind to fully comprehend.

The answer came swiftly. The black-gryphon, with immaculate timing, shifted a muscular hind-leg and revealed his underside in practised elegance.

"Go on Zan," He purred. "Feast your eyes, for I have nothing to hide and know how curious you are."

Zan felt his gaze drop, as did his beak. Everything changed apparently, and the dragon had proven this in the most blatantly sexual display possible. He could not avert his eyes. It was the first cock he'd seen on another gryphon before as far as he could remember, and its strangeness and size mesmerized him, he was completely transfixed.

"Like what you see gryphon? The dragon asked. The quiet moan of surrender Zan gave was answer enough.

"My transformation was exceptional I must say. Perfect form, inside and out. I am you in every way little one. This strength ... this body ..." The black gryphon wrapped a paw about his towering spire, already dripping with pre. "This-" he said with a devious grin. "-Is what I can give you the more we fuck, and I know that's what you want.

Zan's eyes dilated with lust and he nodded mutely, his mouth feeling bone dry. The dragon's scent had suddenly become totally overpowering, and the prickle behind Zan's beak crept along the top of his skull and settled near the base of his neck like a gentle grasp holding him tight. His thoughts did not belong to him, and concentrating on anything other then the black-gryphon's raging cock was impossible. The dragon had charged his imagination with carnal desire, and the way he revealed his sex was too provocative for the young gryphon to handle. The black creature growled playfully and stroked his thick shaft, a clear stream of pre already trickling out the pulsing tip. The shape similar to Zan's own, but jet-black and popping with thick veins.

"I especially like the little spines at the top." The dragon said. "I wonder what they could be for?"

Zan gave another sharp gasp. The black gryphon's barbs were anything but little, and his cock was big enough to embarrass the smaller gryphon quite thoroughly.

"I - I don't know." He answered. The dragon's grin widened.

"Pleasuring the female perhaps? Or in our case: The male, I wonder? I can only imagine what it feels like to have them rubbing deep inside your body Zan. Surely it must feel quite enjoyable would you not think?" The black gryphon flexed his cock and the barbs pulsed outwards for a moment with the extra blood flow. "It is not as big as a dragon's, but I'm sure it will fit nice and tight in your rump all the same." The dragon let his paw drop from his sex and walked around Zan's side, his cock bobbing left and right. "Ah-ah-ah, don't move little one. Be still and let me savour this moment. I love the sight of my prey before I devour it," he said with a wink. "And you look positively delicious Zan. So young and innocent, but so very, very horny." The black gryphon licked his beak. "I can almost taste your insides on my tongue already ... Although perhaps that is from the last time I ate you out." He stated devilishly.

Zan's whole body quivered erotically. The dragon came up behind him, two strong paws grabbing his tight haunch. He heard the dragon inhale deeply, and then sigh in pleasure.

"Your scent tells me you want this badly little one. And I must add you smell equally as good as you look. Now do me a favour and lift your tail high so I can see what lies beneath. Come now, do not be shy."

Zan blushed at being commanded to do such a thing. The dragon was talking to him in that smooth voice a mother would use to reprimand a misbehaving hatchling. He felt his tail twitch as the black gryphon nudged it with his beak. Oh Guardians was this humiliating ... but he wanted this just like the dragon said. Slowly, he raised his long white tail and let it drop to the side. The final visual barrier had been broken, and he could just imagine seeing the dragon's eyes sharpen with glee as he presented himself timidly to the sinister creature behind him.

The black gryphon purred deeply with satisfaction at watching him submit. "Ohh Zan, you really are a tight little bird aren't you? To think that I have sole privilege to this tiny pink hole is more arousing to me then you could possibly understand."

"You really like it?"

"Is it not obvious? I cannot wait to lick every inch of your tailhole gryphon, but not as much as I will enjoy pumping it full of my thick, fresh cum."

Zan gave a desperate whimper. His cock rubbing painfully against the luxurious fur of his belly. The dragon pressed a toe-pad against the soft layer of exposed skin and tickled Zan's sphincter in slow, circular motions. He melted instantly to the dragon's touch, giving a small grunt and relaxing his hips at the soothing feeling.

"I notice you have cleaned yourself quite thoroughly for me little one. Dragons take great pride in personal hygiene, and your eagerness to please has not gone unnoticed."

"Thank you." Zan answered. So cleaning himself had been a good idea after all. The black gryphon chuckled softly.

"Do not thank me so soon little one. By the time I am finished filling your belly with seed, you will be quite filthy once more. And we dragons love making a mess."

Zan's ears drooped. "Oh." The black gryphon's claws tightened against his flank, the sharp claws pricking his skin beneath and spreading his fuzzy cheeks wide, Zan felt the dragon's warm exhalations against his backside, hot and rank, and so very close to his tailhole.

"Do not fret Zan. I shall clean you once more when we are finished."

And then Zan felt the warm press of what could only be a tongue flattening against his pucker. His bright blue eyes widened in shock, for it was such a strange sensation, yet one far from unpleasant. The black gryphon's tongue was wide and lush, and he shuddered lustfully as the dragon gave a teasing upwards flick, the surface rough and wet with moisture. Zan's eyes fluttered happily. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The tongue, covered in thousands of abrasive spines, grazed the delicate skin of his taint in the gentlest of strokes.

"Oh dragon," he moaned in carnal pleasure. "Your tongue is rough." The dragon chuckled and withdrew his face from between Zan's rump, his huge paws squeezing against the white gryphon's lean hips.

"It grips the skin with every lick, like stripping meat from bone, only this flesh is more delicious then anything else I can imagine." And then he dove back in, his onyx beak spreading wide and his face burying itself into Zan's behind once more. Zan gave a quiet screech and tensed, standing on his toe-pads with his tail raised high, relaxing his sphincter and letting the foreign muscle probe deeper inside his body. He heard the dragon rumble behind him, obviously pleased with the reaction he had caused. His flat tongue gave another lick, hot saliva trickling down Zan's fur, the slippery muscle fully lubricating his entrance.

"You - you have no idea h-how good this feels," Zan breathed. He squeezed his eyes shut as another shiver of pleasure raced up his spine. The dragon never stopped once for breath, but rather tilted his head to the side, and eagerly began lapping Zan's tailhole faster.

"I most certainly do." He replied with a dark purr, his voice muffled against Zan's rump.

"But how do you ... how do you do this?" Zan whimpered lustfully. "Doesn't it t-taste ..."

The black gryphon's tongue came away with a wet 'shlup.' "Bad? Quite the contrary." He said, licking his beak noisily. "You have no idea how good you taste."

Zan turned his head around, so aroused he could hardly think. He imagined himself eating out the black-gryphon ... the larger creature raising his tail and exposing his dark taint for him ... Zan's tongue straining out and touching flesh ... the tip brushing against the narrow indentation and sinking into the eager hole within ... His pulse quickened at such a lecherous, filthy idea. The creature behind him reeked of male so powerful it made the air thick and heady from his musk, and Zan breathed deeply, letting it fill his head and lungs until he felt dizzy. The dragon caught his gaze and grinned knowingly. He knew what was happening. There was no stopping Zan's spiralling descent into lustful acceptance, and it would only be a matter of minutes before the young creature was begging to be penetrated by a thick, pulsing cock.

"That's it Zan." The black gryphon hissed seductively. "Breathe deeply ... let my scent fill your mind with endless pleasure ... imagine my tongue slipping deep into your body and licking every inch of you ... my cock spreading your ass wide, barbs pressed against your prostate ... fucking you hard until you cum all over the ground like the filthy beast that you are."

Zan's beak fell open and his eyes rolled up, a low moan escaping out from his throat. His cock throbbed viciously and a thick spurt of pre leaked out and down the underside of his length, trickling in a string to the ground. The dragon cocked his head and grinned.

"Little whelp I'm flattered, but do you honestly think you could handle me? I see your thoughts. The second your tongue touches my hole is the moment you utterly break. The taste alone would drive you mad. It would be an addiction that would enslave you. Impossible to quit, you would never stop. And although I am tempted to let you have your way, for we would both enjoy it immensely, I have no desire to watch you waste away while you eat me out. My plans for you are much greater than that."

Zan's tongue lolled, drooling and completely hypnotized by the dragon's terrible speech. He felt dazed - on the verge of blacking out - yet all his senses thrummed excitedly.

"You will get your chance when you are ready little one, mark my words. For now, leave everything to me. Perhaps someday I will allow you to indulge on my taint, but until then, the pleasure is all mine."

The black creature's tongue returned to Zan's tailhole, slapping against the horny whelp's backside and pressing hard into his pink sphincter. Zan's shoulders dropped and he stretched his paws out along the rocky ground, arching his back and pushing his rump high into the air. Pleasure returned in a heavenly blur, and he lay flat on his chest, driving his hips back and into the black gryphon's face, revelling in the pressure of a foreign tongue sliding about his sensitive tailhole. He wondered lazily how he deserved such treatment. Why the dragon thought he was special was beyond him, but he hardly cared when all one experienced in his presence was pure, savage bliss. The black gryphon's oral skill only made Zan croon and whimper, a satisfied grin spreading across his features as he experienced every exquisite flick against his upraised ass, stripping away his inhibition making him helplessly aroused.

The dragon groaned happily behind him, the vibration tickling Zan's taint. The young gryphon raised his tail higher, letting the beast spread his rump and burrow further in, his cock dripping pre all down the fur of his belly. The black gryphon's grip tightened dominantly, and suddenly, Zan felt the creature's thick tongue penetrate his tailhole in a single thrust, his delicate taint stretching wide in acceptance as the tongue hungrily squirmed its way inside. Zan gave a sharp hiss, indulging upon the feeling of such a slippery organ infiltrating his rear. By now his fur was soaked in the dragon's heated saliva, and he listened in rapture to the multitude of lewd noises coming from behind him as the black gryphon ate him out.

The tongue squirmed out making Zan's body quake from tail to toe. "I am inside you little one. How does it feel?"

Zan's head rest on the ground and he tilted it sideways, his bright blue eyes heavy-lidded with desire. "Better than anything I've ever felt." He said dreamily.

The black gryphon's endearing gaze burned red with delight. "You still taste like a virgin, although we both know that is not the case." He replied with a chuckle. "My cock made sure of that yes? Is it hard to believe that this is only the beginning? We have much time to waste little one, and I intend to make every moment spent with you worth your while."

The black gryphon's face nuzzled once more into Zan's rump with such force that Zan slid along the ground for a moment before his paws dug in. He screeched as pleasure in such vicious strength tore through him from deep inside his body, his entrance deflowered once more. The dragon's mouth suckled on his tailhole, slurping and lapping at everything it touched.

Zan's twitching cock felt like it might explode, and he wondered why in the world had whatever deity that had created his species been kind enough to include such a carnal way of seeking release. Having his cock sucked had only been one method of pleasure, it was an entirely different experience having another creature's tongue sliding down one's taint and stroking the most sensitive areas from within. Nothing was quite comparable.

The dragon's tongue dug deeper into his tail hole, stroking against the soft flesh surrounding it and and twirling skillfully. Every area from Zan's stretched taint, to the deepest depths of his body were not left untouched by the slippery appendage. The hapless whelp slunk further along the ground, his wings splayed out and a blissful smirk etched on his beak. Hot saliva trickled from around the rim of his taint, trailing down his matted fur before dripping off his testicles. He caught glimpse of his own cock, bobbing up and down in rhythm with the dragon's probing thrusts, smearing pre all over his underside. He looked like a mess, but every fibre of his being felt nothing but intense bliss. The dragon's ministrations soothed every ache in his body, his tongue wiping away all trace thoughts that worried him still.

"You are mine little one." The dragon said for emphasis. "I can feel your tailhole quiver with each tender lick of my tongue, and the shudder of your body as it begs for release."

Zan groaned and wriggled his hips for more. Without the organ buried in his backside, the spot it had occupied felt empty and cold. It was torturous having nothing inside him he realized. He actually enjoyed having his entrance plugged full with hot dragon-tongue.

"It feels empty does it not? Is life not far simpler with my tongue sunk deep inside your ass? I could do this forever little one, for an eternity if you like. Your taste is like a nectar to me, unique and completely -" The black gryphon breathed deeply "-intoxicating."

Zan felt the beast's musk cloud his thoughts and the buzz inside his head sharpen to a new level. Without thinking, he relaxed his sphincter, his waiting hole opening the smallest amount invitingly. He knew the dragon would not be able to resist such a display, and it came as no surprise when his rump was instantly lifted up by the hips, his toes leaving the ground. The dragon stretched his taint wider than before with a fore-claw, gazing hungrily into the narrow tunnel of pitch-black that beckoned him so. The whelp heard a low growl.

"You are learning whelp. You certainly know what I want and how to please. Now you will be rewarded." then, with a familiar wet 'shlup' the black-gryphon shoved his face into Zan's ass, the tongue unravelling and shooting straight into horny whelp's taint, filling him once more.

Zan's eyes shot wide as he literally felt the tongue push deeper and deeper into his anus, stretching his tight walls as the spiny texture stimulated every possible inch of his tailhole. The dragon's breath came in heavy pants, and all Zan heard was a salacious mixture of the naughtiest sounds he had ever heard coming from behind him. It was like a starving animal tearing into a fresh kill, loud, sloppy and frenzied. His tunnel was slick with the dragon's fluids, and now the tongue slid in and out so easily and with such speed Zan thought he'd faint. The steady pulse in his cock pumped harder, and he could tell the tip was swollen and purple with pent-up lust just waiting to blow.

The dragon dove in once more, and Zan felt his inner muscles forced aside to make room for the dripping intruder. He put a paw on his belly and moaned in brazen arousal as he felt the tongue's path as it burrowed further into his insides, a shifting bulk pressing outwards against his tummy, slowly working its way in. His paw moved to his throbbing cock, and he let loose a tiny shriek as he touched his barbs that flared out so aggressively he felt embarrassed just looking at them. They were stiff and engorged with blood just like his veined shaft. How any female could ever want something so frightening up inside her was beyond him. His penis curved up and dripped profusely, the throbbing tip glistening with pre and the sheath soaked in fluids. It looked monstrous to him, no subtlety at all, so unlike the dragon's smooth, tapered draconic spear. But he wasn't going to be fucked by a dragon today, he was going to be mated by a duplicate of himself. A much bigger, stronger, more handsome duplicate, with an equally terrifying cock.

Zan sneaked a peak, the dragon was busy sitting on his haunches devouring tailhole, so Zan got a perfect view of the black-gryphon's towering spire. It shot straight up into the air, twice as big as his own and much thicker. He watched in horrified fascination as a bulging vein running along the side of the its length pulsed every few seconds and made the cock twitch and release a thick river of pre-cum. The sight made Zan shudder as a wave of lust overcame him. The whole shaft was drowned in an ever-flowing stream of pre that poured forth from the dragon's tip like a waterfall, and it was a sickening amount. The black-gryphon was quite literally sitting in a small pool of his own pre-coital fluids without a care in the world.

Zan saved the worst for last. The tip made him whimper in fear as he realized just what he'd be taking later. The black gryphon's spines were swollen and gigantic, putting his tiny nubs to shame. They jutted out furiously, pitch-black and ready to fuck, and he could just imagine them tearing and rubbing the supple walls of his tailhole, the thought making his cock pulse rapidly in betrayal. He forced his eyes shut and moaned as the dragon's tongue curled inside him, feeling it right beneath his belly and bulging ever-so-slightly out against his fur. It had never been deeper, and the pleasure in Zan's rump began to roll forth in waves of heat that permeated his entire body. Someday he would become the creature behind him, muscular, handsome , with a huge cock that would make even the proudest females beg to be bred. He knew this. He could feel it.

The dragon's tongue continued its sharp curve in Zan's bowels until the pressure became nearly unbearable. Zan grimaced and thanked the Guardians he had emptied his bowels and cleaned before coming, the dragon probably didn't care but it made all the difference when a huge tongue was jammed to the hilt inside him.

"Ohhh dragon, I can feel it with my paw, how much more can you fi -" Zan was cut short as the dragon's tongue prodded against what he knew with certainty was his prostate.

The feeling was startling and unique, and it amazed him that such a difficult-to-reach organ existed for the sole purpose of causing immense male pleasure. Strangest of all, it was unreachable by oneself, and only a skilled partner with knowledge of its precise location could find and stimulate it. Despite Zan's state of mind, this made him contemplate many things. He had never even heard of such a thing until he had met the dragon, and he doubted the majority of the gryphon population even understood what the prostate was: A hidden gem, tucked away deep inside the most repulsive crevice in the body, and nearly impossible to obtain.

He wanted to laugh, only a dragon would be crazy enough to try, and no less enjoy the act of rimming another creature. In many ways, it made him feel less guilty about the fact he was about to be mated by another male. If the prostate existed, surely it was meant to be pleasured. And what gender could possibly perform such a feat better than a male? Females just didn't have the right stuff, and he doubted they'd be willing to eat out a male's dirty tailhole solely for his pleasure. The thought was absurd. Males however, had cocks, and those were the perfect instruments. Lengthy, stiff, and barbed, they were practically meant to find any hot, tight hole they could find and fuck it hard. And if said hole happened to be a male's taint, who cared? Males on the receiving end would enjoy the ride regardless, and surely Zan couldn't be the only one to have been mated by the same gender. Right?

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt when the dragon's slick tongue meshed against his prostate and began licking it furiously. Zan wilted in acceptance as an immediate jolt of pleasure raced down his rump and along the underside of his drippy cock. His breath came in sharp gasps, his pupils shrunk to pinpoints and he gave a full body tremble. Another jolt, and this time he cried out, for surely no pleasure was greater than this.

The black-gryphon pulled Zan off his tongue with an inappropriate slurp and nipped his ass before leaning over Zan's shoulder.

"You are the horniest whelp I have ever met. And because of your such good behaviour, I will give you the details about what happens next. First, I will lick your prostate until you are loose and wet. Secondly, my tongue will make you squirm until you beg for my cock. And lastly, I am going to climb up on that tight ass of yours and shove my pulsing shaft so deep, and dominate you so completely, you will be worshipping me by the time I release my draconic seed inside you."

Zan felt a dark, warped sense of joy leap into his gizzard. He wanted this so much he was willing to do anything for it. "Why don't you get started then?" He chided and swished his tail. There was a certain thrill in giving the dragon attitude. Usually the beast seemed to enjoy the challenge, and in a small way, it allowed Zan to cling to whatever pride he still had left. Still, the more exciting aspect was whether the dragon would chide him back? Or grin evilly and fuck him senseless?

The dragon restrained himself. It turned out to be the former.

"You tempt me Zan, but as the old saying goes: 'Great things come to those who wait.' And surely you agree to such a wise statement yes?"

In a spur of brashness, Zan wiggled his hips, grinding his furry rump against the dragon's massive erection. He felt a smear of warm, viscous fluid spread all over his tail-feathers. "Yesss, but I want you to take me right now." He purred as seductively as possible.

The dragon grunted in surprise as the little whelp rubbed against his cock quite enthusiastically. He had not expected that, but then again, this little creature was always full of surprises. He briefly considered teaching Zan a lesson by mounting him and giving him the hardest pounding he'd ever know, but decided against it. Why ruin the anticipation? Still, he had to give some credit to the little thing, the gryphon had balls for talking dirty with a dragon, for they often made a habit of taking such challenges very personally. In hindsight, he probably should have just simply held the whelp down, Squat over his body and sat his tailhole down right on the little bird's face. The phermones alone would wreck the young gryphon for weeks, and while Zan helped himself to his delicious taint, he would masturbate and spray his filthy load all over the gryphon's body until the pitiful creature reeked forever of his musk. That would teach the arrogant creature a lesson in humility. The dragon had to chuckle at his own deviousness. Maybe another time.

The black gryphon forced a charming smile. "Be careful what you ask whelp. You might get more than you bargained for."

"I think I already got more than I bargained for when we first met."

The dragon had to chuckle, there was a sharp wit to this one. "True, true I suppose you are correct. Although you should watch your tongue little one, for my patience is short and I have little time for your jests. Do not bother me with petty banter, answer my questions when asked or there will be consequences." He whispered the last few words into Zan's ear and watched with amusement as the young gryphon tensed.

Despite Zan's lust clouded mind and dubious mental faculties in his current state, he understood the dragon meant business. He lowered his head and flattened his ears. "I respect you dragon. I apologize if I have troubled you in any way."

The black-gryphon ruffled Zan's mane. "You are a smart one, and I have no doubt in your loyalty. Do not feel as if I am trying to frighten you, simply understand that their will be times when I will require your undivided attention, and anything less could put you in severe danger, do you understand?"

Zan nodded mutely. His tailhole burned for attention, and it took all his focus to prevent himself from grinding against the black-gryphon's towering malehood mere inches away.

"Good. For now, since you have pleased me considerably, you may act as you will. I would hate to hamper your development over a few silly rules. Dragon's promote individuality and self-growth, not strict regimens and blind obedience."

Zan looked up and met the black gryphon's fiery gaze. "I will never try to disappoint you."

The black gryphon regarded him neutrally. "There is one last thing."

"What is it?"

"You must promise me to be as open and truthful as possible. Speak your mind, and most importantly, do not be shy." Zan nodded earnestly.

"I will."

The black gryphon gave a dark smirk and his eyes glowed. "And before we continue, I want you to beg."

Now it was Zan's turn to smile. "I can do that." he quipped. Which was true. He no longer felt any compulsion to escape, nor any feelings of inadequacy or humiliation. The creature meant him no harm, and it was obvious that both of them hungered deeply for each others company. Zan knew that mating with the dragon was the most exciting thing ever to happen in his otherwise mundane life, so if he was asked to beg, he would. He would do whatever it took, and say whatever was necessary.

"Do it gryphon, talk dirty to me."

"I want you to stick your tongue deep inside my tailhole dragon. I want to feel it in my body, and your saliva coating my insides."

The black gryphon hunched over Zan's back and purred. "I will gryphon, but surely you can do much better then that."

"Go down on me until I can't take it anymore." Zan said with vigour. Please eat me out until I climax and shoot my seed for you." He paused and thought for a second. "I promise I'll make as much as a mess as I can, I need you inside me more than ... more than anything in the world."

"That is much better, yet still, if you desire my tongue licking against your taint you will have to entice me further."

Zan groaned with sexual tension. A burn of lust tingled up his spine and his cock dribbled so much pre-cum that it soaked his fur. "Mostly, I want your cock fucking me raw, I want your claws about my waist and your barbs grinding hard into my tight rump, I want you to fuck me like you would a female and make me yours, fill my ass full of your steaming draconic seed as if you seek to impregnate me. I will do anything you ask, all for you to simply empty your aching balls into me, and let your cum spill from my ass in a deluge I know will surely happen."

Now it was the black gryphon's turn to groan ever so softly. "I am impressed," he whispered into Zan's ear. "I would never think you could speak in such filthy tongues, but my my are you ever. I will do all these things gryphon, and more, for you are to become my disciple, and when I call for you, you shall come, and what I ask for, you shall give me. Soon, I will pour my mating essence into you until you can hardly walk, and yet you shall only beg for more. By the time we are finished, you shall be quite the sight to see. And I yearn to see your taint spread wide and your prostrate body panting from exhaustion, my cum surging from your tailhole in acceptance of my hospitality."

Zan's legs wobbled, his vision dipped. His cock was pulsing and twitching in desperation, the tip a deep shade of purple and the barbs stiff with blood. The black gryphon touched his beak and tilted his head to the side, and Zan found himself face-to-face with his dark twin, the beast's eyes glowing like burning embers. The black-gryphon pulled him close, and Zan closed his eyes and opened his beak instinctively. Their beaks met with a soft click, open wide and locking about each other in a passionate embrace. A hot tongue slipped inside Zan's beak and met his own, and he sighed at the taste. their rough surfaces slipping over one another. If it was possible, his cock became harder still. The sheer overwhelming warmth of the dragon's kiss was absolute bliss, and too soon was he was forced to pull away to breathe from lack of oxygen.

"There gryphon, do you taste your own tailhole? Perhaps you shall enjoy it as much as I do."

The black gryphon grabbed the top of Zan's mane, and forced their mouths together again, and Zan indeed tasted his taint on the dragon's breath, a rich, musky scent that made his head swirl. Somehow familiar, and hardly unpleasant. The black-gryphon sucked tenderly on his small tongue, making the young gryphon shiver and croon until he thought he would black out from sheer arousal.

The dragon came away with a wet slurp. Strings of saliva snapping apart from their sloppy embrace. Zan stared at the beast in awe, his blue eyes misty and filled with carnal desire. He had forgotten what it was like to kiss, and the dragon served as a lewd refresher. Despite Zan having lived in his body for more then twenty moon cycles, the shape-shifting dragon, who had hardly spent more then a few minutes as a gryphon, still managed to make him feel unsure in his own skin.

Not saying a word, the dragon slunk backwards towards Zan's rump and spread his cheeks wide. He gazed at the gryphon's soft pink entrance laced with fluid, smiling at the faint trail of his own saliva that seeped from the quivering pucker. The beast licked it away, before curling his tongue and pressing into the willing flesh once more.

Zan moaned as he the organ forced itself against his sphincter. He clenched as much as possible, but the dragon simply chuckled and tickled his pucker with the tip of his tongue. Zan hardly withstood more then a few seconds of this treatment before he collapsed to his chest in a drooling purr, his tailhole trembling before succumbing to the dragon's oral mastery. He moaned as his defences crumbled all at once, his muscles relaxing as his taint flexed open, begging for something to fill the empty cavity within.

The dragon took the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside, sliding deep into the whelp's delicious interior, and exploring every nook and cranny within. Zan whimpered submissively and bit his tongue as pleasure exploded in a ring around his violated pucker, travelling in a blaze down his tunnel and deep into the bundle of nerves that was his prostate. The black gryphon prodded it, stimulating him to such extremes that thick spurts of precum shot from Zan's poor cock with every nudge, making him squirm against the black gryphon's beak, aching for release.

The dragon yawned and forced the remainder of his tongue inside. Zan gritted as he tried vainly to accommodate such girth. The pressure was nearly unbearable, and the thought of having his own sinister double eating him out was practically enough to make Zan cum right there. He shut his eyes and dug his claws into the floor, grinding his messy taint against the dragon's face until the beast gripped his fur and held him still. Zan was to have no part of this, he was the dragon's toy and nothing else.

The licking began all at once and Zan nearly fainted with pleasure. He growled in a throaty, feral purr that he had never made before. A feeling of utmost lust thrashing through his mind. His spine trembled as warmth rippled from his groin to the rapid thud of his heart, making him forget reason and simply let go of his emotions, fuelling the burning flames of lust by forgoing all thought and indulging in the dragon's hot tongue.

His mind was numb, his vision a dizzying blur. All he could imagine was the black gryphon holding him down, his dark spear penetrating him roughly and of his own imminent release. The dragon's rich musk had him gasping and begging until he was nothing more then a heap of feathers splayed out in the cave. His tailhole quivered and he felt the tongue buried in ass burn hot, his beak agape in a lustful moan.

"How is it whelp? Better then anything you have ever dreamed of?" The dragon spoke but there was no sound. His strange powers etching the words in Zan's mind as if they were connected as one. It was a peculiar feeling, a buzz of white noise at the forefront of his imagination, clear and echoing, coming from everywhere at once.

"Oh Guardians, I never want it to end." He replied in thought.

"Forget your precious guardians, for they are nothing compared to my might. I am your sole god now gryphon. And unlike your petty Guardians which will never heed your call, I reward my willing subjects graciously, and I pleasure those who serve me well."

Zan cried out as the black gryphon continued devouring his taint, his thick tongue running up and down along his rump in sharp flicks. A powerful shiver began to tremble down Zan's tailhole, his back legs threatening to buckle from the physical strain of release. He tried to answer the dragon, but he could not formulate any coherent thought, and all he managed to send was a jumbled mess of the most debased primal urges.

The gryphon's mental surge struck the dragon hard, and he growled hungrily upon seeing such unrestrained passion flowing off the small whelp. He inhaled deeply and fed off it, sucking the energy he needed for sustenance straight from the gryphon's exposed mind, and savouring the scent that came with it from the creature's soaking tailhole. His lungs swelled as Energy poured out of the gryphon, visible to the naked eye as thin rivulets of pale blue light, and in quantities he had never before witnessed in another creature so young.

He could not resist, and the dragon gorged himself on the whelp's Energy, letting it sharpen his mind and tone his muscles, renewing his body in a euphoric rush that nearly made him lose control. He held on and drew the power in, using his tongue buried in the gryphon's tailhole to elicit pleasure only to syphon more and more. His tongue was clenched by the whelp's insides, and the little creature whimpered in awe, unable to comprehend what was happening, yet forced to endure the unending bliss that tore through him. The flow of Energy became too much for the dragon to handle, and using all his indomitable willpower, he broke the connection before he drained the gryphon into an empty husk, withdrawing from his pucker in a gasp.

He was shocked. The gryphon had more power then he thought possible, and already he had fed enough to sustain him for another hundred cycles. He felt fiercely satisfied as he stared at the gryphon's smooth, pink entrance. So much strength in one so small.

"Can you feel it gryphon as I absorb your Energy? Taking what is yours to satiate my hunger?" The whelp could only groan lustfully, his body already so exhausted from the ordeal. "I will channel it, refine it inside me, and when you are ready, I will pour my seed deep inside your hole and restore it. You will become so much more than what you are little one. My draconic seed will corrupt you from the inside out, changing your body and mind so that you will reflect your purest form, and at last, you will know true enlightenment."

Using a careful talon, he stretched the white gryphon's tailhole wide and kissed it tenderly. "You are ready." He said at last. "Prepare yourself whelp, for I shall take you now."

Zan groaned as the black gryphon mounted him from behind. He felt two black paws circle his waist and hold him still, the dark creature standing on two muscular legs before leaning forward and settling along the young gryphon's back. Guardians the dragon was heavy! Zan's legs burned with strain as he tried to support the creature's heavy bulk to no avail.

"That's it my love, do not resist." The beast crooned softly. "Soon I will be inside you, and you will be all mine."

Zan whimpered in desire, he arched his back and let his wings fall to his sides. His body yearning for something to fill it. A thick drool of precum leaked from his cock already so swollen with lust, his blood burning hot with arousal. The dragon adjusted his position above him, his grip tightening on the young gryphon beneath. A talon brushed the length of Zan's cock and he opened his beak in a soundless shriek, pleasure blazing along its overly-sensitive surface at even the simplest touch.

"Ple-please! I can't ... I can't take it anymore. I need you insi-"

"-Shh shh shh." The dragon interrupted "No words little one." And then his talons squeezed the barbs of Zan's cock, and the young gryphon's world went blank.

The all-consuming sexual tension that had been rising since he had first set foot in the cavern spiked to blinding levels the likes of which he had never experienced. Stars exploded in Zan's vision as the black gryphon rubbed his sensitive barbs without remorse. His toes curled, his eyes watered, and his tongue fell from his beak in utter shock. He tried to scream but the only sound he made was a rasping squawk. The pressure in his cock became painful in its intensity, thick and pulsing, straining for a messy climax.

The dragon growled mischievously. "Oh you are so close! And we have not even started yet!" He pinched harder with the soft hide of his flexible thumb-pad, listening to whelp's shallow breaths stop altogether.

Zan's vision tunnelled as a dull, persistent throb pulsed in his sheath and travelled up his length. Pre spurted from his tip clenched between the dragon's paw, covering the creature's talons in a clear, sticky fluid as his climax reared its head. He shoved his hips forward and rutted the black-gryphon's paw desperately, seeking the physical pleasure he knew was upon him. His body shuddered deeply, the hot pulses travelling up the tip of his member as every muscle in his body clenched in preparation. The aching pressure reached its peak, his cock twitching with lust just seconds from release ...

The dragon laughed, his voice a mocking whisper. "Ah ah ah, not yet little one." And his paw released it's grip on Zan's cock., the building pressure suddenly increasing tenfold.

"N-no!" Zan shouted, his eyes snapping open as the climactic throb began to tortuously subside, the dragon cruelly denying his long-sought release.

"We would not want to spoil anything so soon would we?"

Zan felt a terrible sense of sexual frustration rise within him. It was like being hit in the stomach and left gasping for air. Worse than that, for at least one would eventually recover from such a thing.

"But why? I was ... I was so close."

The dragon grinned and inspected his paw covered with Zan's fluid. "I know little one," he whispered with a soft laugh, wiping his claw across Zan's flank and wrapping it around his waist once more. "Remember I am in control little one. Your body is under my command and I will do whatever I desire with it. I know the urge to climax is unbearable, and I know how desperately you crave my length."

The dragon adjusted his posture above Zan, aligning his hips behind Zan's rump. He felt the black-gryphon's cock prod his taint teasingly, the rank breath of the creature on his back panting in his ear.

"I am not without mercy whelp, and I seek such pleasure as well. Now relax, and let me ease into you." And he nudged forward, his hard length spreading Zan's tailhole as the barbed tip pressed against the white gryphon's taint. Zan moaned with lust, feeling the spines rub against his sensitive entrance

"My my, you are so tight little one. One might think you are a virgin." The dragon hissed before suddenly leaning in close, his voice dark and hungry, "But I claimed that from you haven't I? And you enjoyed it so much."

. The black gryphon pushed forward, the wet tip of his shaft lubricating the little whelp thoroughly.

"I am so pleased to have found you when I did Zan. The young ones are always the best. So curious and innocent, and so ... virile."

The black gryphon nestled along the arch of Zan's back. The rise and fall of the dark creature's chest against him slow and constant. Zan exhaled softly, basking in the creature's shadow, body pressed against the ground and rump up high against the black gryphon's furry underside. The dragon eased forward once again and chuckled as the young whelp tensed in anticipation. He smiled endearingly.

"I can tell you want me badly little one. I think it's very cute."

Zan felt hot and terribly horny. The fog of lust surrounding him was debilitating, and he craved with frightening desire to be bred by such a powerful male, "Ple...please dragon. Mate with me."

The black gryphon purred and brought his head close to Zan's, whispering in his ear. "I will make your dreams come true." And Zan felt a sudden rush of passionate memories stream into his consciousness. He sighed, closed his eyes and relaxed, submitting to the hypnotic dragon above.

"That's it. Relax little one. Feel my body against yours."

There was a blunt pressure against Zan's taint and he crooned as it prodded around, seeking the small ring of tight, hot flesh. The dragon reared back a few steps, his erection jutting out proudly, before he sunk forward and pressed his cock against Zan's rump. The young gryphon quivered for a moment before he sighed in absolute bliss, trembling as the beast's slick member buried itself inside him.

The black gryphon's cock was drenched in copious amounts of pre making the penetration, smooth, deliberate, and nearly painless. The dragon groaned with desire as the the whelp's clenching walls yielded to his dripping spire; grinning darkly as he hugged the whelp close and panted across his nape. "You should enjoy this whelp," he growled darkly making the helpless gryphon squirm beneath.

Their feathery bodies rubbed together as the dragon settled in, his long body draped across the smaller one and holding him close. The black gryphon hissed in delight as he forced himself upon the small bird, his thick cock sinking its way deeper inside the Zan's tight rump.

Zan groaned as the black gryphon's merciless tip spread him apart, the barbs stimulating his tailhole magnificently. The pleasure sparked from his very gizzard, spreading in a tingling burst throughout his extremities as the beast claimed him at last. His cock ached for release, his balls taught and dense. He was ready and willing for the dragon; craving a pulsing gryphon-cock to spread him wide and breed him roughly. But the creature took his time, savouring the moment as Zan whimpered blissfully, his eyes drooped in pleasure.

"Mmm, you are liking this yes?" Zan nodded, his cheek ruffs rubbing the cavern floor. The black gryphon eased himself in further, Pushing his hips forward and burying his full length in the whelp's tight ass. "I certainly agree." The beast said in thought with his seductive, flanging voice. "You are quite flexible whelp. I am deep within your firm little rump. Tell me how good it feels."

Zan moaned in response, trying to push his hips up into the dragon's groin. He felt the contours of the dragon's damp underside against his haunches, sleek muscle buried under luxurious fur, the heat of the creature atop making him aroused beyond anything imaginable. He dreamed of his sinister twin pinning him down, his ass up high and the black gryphon mating him fast, imagining the muffled thump of their bodies coming together as he was bred senseless by a majestic male. His eyes opened and he crooned softly, his body shuddering as a wave of lust wracked over him. The scent made him feel wonderfully numb, and the flexible barbs pressing deep into his inner flesh made him squirm in pleasure beneath the handsome gryphon.

Zan felt their bodies come together, feather against fur, as the dragon held still for a moment and allowed him adjust to the sudden girth filling his ass. Zan's breath came in short pants, the dragon's presence was heavy and stifling, dark paws holding him possessively close.

"I am going to breed you little one. I am going to fill you with my seed and make you beg for more."

Zan looked back and wiggled his hips, hungry for gryphon-cock. The dragon pulled back and earned a stifled gasp from the white bird as his cock withdrew from young creature's insides. Zan felt the pull of the barbs spread him wide, the lubricated mass slipping from his tailhole. A cold, terrible feeling of emptiness swept over him, but a moment later, that wonderfully hot throbbing presence returned, filling him once more as the dragon forced his shaft deep inside his willing body.

"Accept it little one. Take my length inside. Embrace the moment before I breed you until you cannot stand, and I claim you as one of our own." The dragon whispered lustfully, his melodic voice kissing the feathery tufts of Zan's ears.

Zan was totally seduced, his lean body melting into a haze of carnal desire as he felt his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of sex. Pre-cum trickled from his stretched tailhole as the black gryphon's lubricated cock readied him for a good, long fuck. Zan whimpered between the beast's legs. He wanted to to be mated roughly.

The black gryphon held him close, letting his weight fall upon Zan's upraised ass, and sliding his smooth cock from the whelp's tailhole so that only the barbs remained spreading him open. "Oh I am going to enjoy this." The dragon growled to himself.

Zan was pushed down, the dragon sinking deep into his ass once more. He cried out as his cock throbbed excitedly at the sudden intrusion, his tailhole stretched to accommodate his partner's impressive length. It felt hot and steamy inside him. Like it belonged.

The black gryphon drove himself to the hilt, and Zan cried out, squirming in ecstasy as the barbs pleasured him in impossible ways. He dug his claws into the ground and arched his back into the black gryphon's underside, grinding his hips against the creature's strong body. The dragon nuzzled his cheek and pulled him in further, grinding his hips against Zan's rump.

"There there gryphon ... nice and slow to start yes? You are so very tight after all, and I would hate to ruin you in a single, vigorous breeding." The black gryphon withdrew, eliciting a long and drawn out moan from the young whelp beneath. His throbbing black cock sprung free from Zan's hole, a small stream of pre following suite as the dark shaft glistened with sexual fluids. "But you wouldn't mind that, would you whelp?"

The dragon didn't wait for an answer. Zan felt the black gryphon slide back into him, making him clutch meekly at the ground. The dragon held still, purring deeply as Zan felt the slow thump of his heart beat strong above him ... the rise and fall of the creature's powerful chest pinning him down ... the black gryphon's thick cock squeezed inside, rubbing his prostate in immensely pleasurable ways. He crooned in delight, the dragon rumbling happily before shoving the remainder off his impressive length into Zan's hot depths.

They stayed like that for a little while, together in embrace, before the black gryphon pulled out, than drove his mighty shaft back into Zan's tailhole, sending waves of scorching pleasure through Zan's supplicant form. His cock twitched aggressively. The tip simply far too sensitive to the touch, and rubbing excruciatingly against the feathers of his belly; soaking his fur as pre-juice spurted all over.

"Are you ready to fuck harder little one? I can see it in your eyes how much you desire my cock inside you. How willing a mate you are."

Zan nodded pitifully, so eager to continue.

"Just imagine how it will feel as my seed pours inside you, filling you with heat. I daresay you may faint with pleasure."

The black gryphon chuckled and rolled his hips, grunting softly as he forced himself deeper into Zan's hot depths and began mating with the younger gryphon at last. Zan's eyes rolled back in his head, his tongue hanging out as he pushed back greedily into the dragon's thrusts, arching low against the ground and whimpering with desire. The feeling of being bred by such a virile male was too much to endure, and he felt himself unwind, succumbing to the beast's complete dominance of his body and mind. He tried to speak but no words came out. Only a strangled gasp for air as the pleasure intensified to a new plateau, burning deep in his gut as the dragon's regal cock bred him masterfully.

"That's it little bird. Raise your tail and nothing more. Let me show you how a true male takes his mate."

Their hips met eagerly, Zan's rump sopping wet with the black gryphon's natural lubricants as he was penetrated with ease. He felt the big male's heavy balls slap against his own, a fat sheath pressing up against his rump with every thrust. He moaned and struggled to rise, only for the dragon to press down and grapple his waist tighter, pressing their bodies close together so that Zan felt the warmth of feathers against his own. He felt safe underneath the majestic creature, claimed as his ... belonging.

"You gryphons are such simple things" The dragon purred as he fucked Zan slowly. "There is a feral drive when your species mate that I find highly desirable. "No words or higher thought, simply a primal urge to breed another senseless." Zan trembled as black gryphon pulled back and shoved his cock deeper inside his tight entrance. "And that is something I intend to do." He finished with a dark grin. "Again and again until your eyes roll back in ecstasy, and my seed drips from your spent tailhole."

And then it began. The black gryphon withdrew from Zan's taint, pre glistening along his spire that spread the young gryphon wide for his enjoyment. The vicious barbs stroking Zan's insides and causing the whelp to screech loudly in bliss.

Zan's own pre dribbled from his raging cock, joining the widening puddle of sexual fluids already on the ground. He felt the black gryphon hug him close and start jabbing roughly, working his sizable cock in and out of the young gryphon's welcoming entrance. Zan's breath came in tiny gasps as pleasure exploded in his rump. The impact of their bodies, and the lewd sounds of his taint being ravaged echoing throughout the cavern, the dragon rutting him hard and fast, and without restraint.

The dragon's musk intensified and seized his mind. He did not resist, but instead let it fill him with uncontrollable desires. Hot, feral thoughts that swam through his head and heightened his sense of rapture. They did not belong, but they felt entirely natural as he lay between the black gryphon's legs in wilful submission. His body pulsed with a deep-seated need to be filled. A feeling that consumed him from the inside-out, and made him collapse beneath the dark creature.

"Breed me dragon ... breed me fully," Zan whimpered in-between the beasts powerful thrusts. "I want y-your seed inside me ... for I am ... I am yours."

The black gryphon purred contentedly. "That you are little one. You are mine and mine alone." He whispered back into his ear. "And I will do as you ask most graciously."

Zan lurched as the black gryphon's beak sunk lightly into his nape and pulled, forcing him to look up and raise his rump high in the air for the creature to lay claim. The dragon plunged his cock deep into his stretched tailhole with relish, easily slipping inside as the young gryphon crooned weakly below, his world transforming into a dizzying array of pleasure.

Claws dug into his flanks as the dragon sped up, his strong hips thumping savagely against Zan's rear end, stuffing him with its lubricated girth and pumping pre straight into his bowels. Zan felt the stiff barbs mash repeatedly against his prostate, dragging along his interior walls at an ever increasing pace. A tingling spark began to race up his cock as he was pounded by the larger gryphon, and he knew with all the certainty in the world; he would not last much longer.

The dragon growled in pleasure above, his dripping spire plunging into the whelp's ass again, and again. There was nothing that could possibly compare to the feeling of claiming his mate, and he enjoyed the fact he could reduce the small gryphon from a shy little bird, to a helplessly aroused one begging for his cock.

He drew back, watching as the whelp's pink tailhole spread wide for his shaft, and his pre trickle down the whelp's ballsack. The young gryphon moaned quietly under his masterful touch, already completely subsumed by lust. The dragon had to smile. His mate was so receptive. He shoved his exotic length forward, burying himself fully inside the gryphon's body once more.

Zan felt his muscles burn with strain as his cock throbbed for a long-awaited release. He was no longer in control of his body. The black gryphon had him pinned to the floor as he was fucked faster and faster each passing minute, lying all but unresisting to the beast's powerful thrusts. His mate's cock was much larger than he expected, but the dragon had prepared him well. Aside from the mild discomfort, the sensation of being bred by the strong male was unlike anything he had ever experienced.

His tongue lolled from his beak, his eyes heavy-lidded as a result of the dragon's relentless assault on his tailhole. Zan hoped it would never end ... that time would stand still ... but as quickly as the stray thought came, it was instantly wiped away: crushed beneath the dragon's overwhelming carnal fury, twisting his mind and making him whimper for more.

His cock throbbed viciously as pre sputtered out the tip and down his pink shaft. He dare not look, for he knew the sight of his aching maleness would surely unsettle him. His cock tingled with a thousand tiny vibrations, pleading for him for let go and spill his seed all over the ground. He moaned as the black gryphon buried his feral cock inside his soaking entrance, ignoring his wish with a dark, soothing purr.

The black gryphon growled and began fucking him vigorously, claws scrabbling at Zan's waist as they sought purchase on his lean frame. The beast pressed himself close against his upraised rump and inhaled deeply, savouring the young gryphon's excited scent.

"Are you ready to be filled whelp?" Zan answered by pushing his hips higher still and unleashing a primitive whistle of utter bliss. The black gryphon growled and nipped his neck appreciatively. "Then brace yourself."

The black gryphon's barbs pushed inside Zan's quivering taint and hit his prostate in a single, forceful thrust. Zan gasped for air, his vision blurring as the pressure in his cock became suddenly extreme. He thought he would lose his mind if he didn't cum soon, but knew that if he did, he would anyways. The dragon had driven him into a realm of surreal ecstasy, one that was everlasting and knew no boundaries. He felt the black gryphon's heavy balls slap against his own, knowing full well that the beast would soon unleash his undoubtedly massive load inside him.

The dragon sped up and pounded him mercilessly for what seemed like hours. The intensity of their mating growing more and more ferocious as time wound onwards; rough and passionate - just as promised. Zan was entranced by the powerful gryphon mating him, the drake's spell having woven itself into the fabric of his mind. The creature panted heavily against his nape, his muscles strong and firm, and his hips thrusting in a blur of motion that exceeded the capabilities of a normal gryphon by far. Zan's beak hung agape at the sheer speed at which he was fucked by the dominant male. It was beyond comprehension. So far above anything in existence that it was dizzying just thinking about it, let alone experiencing it firsthand ...

He knew the everlasting pleasure would come any second now. The black gryphon's thrusts became frenzied as his impending climax approached, and the dragon took his mate viciously in turn; His black cock ramming in and out of Zan's exhausted body until the young gryphon's world melted into a haze of pleasure. Zan gurgled incoherently. Pressed against the floor with his head to the side and his blue eyes shining with desire. His body tensed as he neared release, his breath coming in shallow pants as the black gryphon fucked him silly, wildly pumping his hips faster than the eye could perceive, breeding the little gryphon with all his might.

Zan felt the dragon's hot, rank breath against his ear. Somehow, he knew what the creature would say ... but there were no words ... and he was so ready ...

"Go ahead and cum gryphon. Spill your filthy seed for me."

That was all it took. Something inside Zan clicked, and suddenly, he felt every muscle in his body clench in unison at the dragon's command. His cock stiffened as he peaked, already so aroused and engorged with blood that he screeched loudly in the small cavern. The dragon took the opportunity to clench his nape in a painful mating-bite, and Zan's eyes widened in shock as he finally gave into the searing warmth, and allowed it to envelop him entirely.

His quivering body unwound in a single, massive burst of pleasure that emptied his mind of all thought. All at once, his body gave a series of deep throbs that shook him to his very core. Surges of pleasure raced through his groin, and the feeling lasted a mere second before Zan's voice was sharply cutoff, and his mind and body exploded with blinding pleasure.

His eyes rolled up as his twitching cock began pulsing furiously. Thick, white ropes of cum spurted from his barbed tip in an explosive release. He shuddered in ecstasy as he came hard for the dragon, his cock throbbing non-stop and spewing his virile load everywhere, shooting some of the sticky contents all over his belly-fur where it clung on in strings that dripped languidly to the ground.

Waves of the highest pleasure roared through him, pounding in his blood like a wild inferno that made his sexually charged body convulse repeatedly. He thought he might die ... for surely no creature could experience such ecstasy all at once ... it could not be possible ... but the dragon made it so. The black-gryphon pounded him straight through his orgasm, quiet and intensely focused on the task at hand: Filling Zan full of his tainted seed.

The tremors reached their highest point after what seemed like an eternity had passed, and at some point, Zan regained the use of his voice. The sounds he issued were unrecognizable to even himself: A series of croons, moans and cries that blended together in a cacophonous orchestra of unbridled lust. His tailhole quivered around the black-gryphon's invading tool, his cock twitching angrily as it emptied the remainder of his hot seed. Zan felt exhausted, his copious load having made a thorough mess of his fur and the rocky ground beneath him.

Eventually, the euphoric pulses began to subside, and the flow of cum became nothing more than a trickle as the dragon fucked him rampantly. Zan moaned softly as he realized the creature was not yet finished. The black-gryphon had more stamina, but despite Zan's addled state, he could tell by the beast's aggressive pace that the dragon would not last much longer.

He was right.

The black gryphon gave final, mighty thrust and roared in dominance, burying himself fully inside Zan's tailhole. Zan felt the deep, inner trembles of the beast's throbbing cock as it erupt inside him, unleashing his thick seed in hot pulses. Zan gave a howl of passion and collapsed entirely, the black-gryphon holding him close and rutting furiously while filling his rump with thick gouts of mating essence.

He felt a burning warmth expand inside his body as the dragon pumped rope after heavy rope of cum into his bowels, the big creature shuddering powerfully as Zan whimpered in lustful acceptance. He felt himself filled in a wing-beat, spurts of cum gushing from around the tight seal of their bodies as the black gryphon emptied himself completely. Cum squelched from around Zan's stretched taint, drooling from his ass and pouring down his legs in a steaming deluge. He closed his eyes, feeling pleasurable waves roll though him as the black gryphon came for what seemed like forever, his talons digging into the young whelp ... claiming the young creature as his own.

Zan's body was quickly sapped of strength until everything became nothing but intense pleasure. His cock twitched as his prostate was massaged by the black gryphon's stiff barbs, dribbling whatever was left of his seed down his shaft. He felt each blast of the black gryphon's virile load spraying furiously inside him, their seed mingling on the ground as Zan prayed it would never end.

Gradually, the powerful male's thrusts became weaker, his beak panting heavily beside Zan's head. He let out a huff of air as the black gryphon collapsed and draped himself over him, The dragon's huge cock still throbbing as it spewed the remainder of its load inside Zan's abused ass. They lay together for a long time ... their breath, and the cum dripping from Zan's rump being the only sounds in the small cavern. Both of them basking together in the afterglow of their mating ...

The dragon whispered something into his ear: A soft, melodic purr ... but darker ... almost sinister - and instantly ... Zan's world went blank. His eyes rolled up as foreign thoughts swam into his head ... secrets of unspeakable power tempting him before vanishing into the depths of his mind's eye ... so close to being understood.

A strange, euphoric rush fluttered inside his head as the dragon shared with him a moment of singularity, his innate powers linking their minds as one, and allowing Zan to experience everything the dragon had ever felt. His memories ... emotions ... desires ... and lusts ... all of it - pouring into Zan's mind in a hypnotic stream of consciousness almost sexual in nature.

It was far too much for the young whelp to handle all on his own. The dragon's mind was impossibly alien to him, infinitely more complex than his own. Zan knew it would take long before he fully understood ... before he was allowed to glimpse at the power contained within it...

The black-gryphon dismounted him. His barbed cock slipping from Zan's rump with a soft plopping sound. He groaned, a waterfall of cum surging from his taint and splashing all over. His vision swooned ... and at last ... darkness welcomed him with outstretched wings ...

The last thing he remembered was a name, echoing endlessly in his head and lulling him into a deep sleep:

"Praetorax."

There would be another time.

When he awoke, it was to an azure sky, the sun shining high above and warming his feathers. He lay in a field of soft grass, staring up into the clouds and feeling incredibly calm. The whole world felt dreamlike ... as if something had changed ... but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Zan felt a glowing heat radiate from his belly. He cooed happily and rolled over, stretching his limbs and trying to recall the last time he had ever felt so good. He couldn't.

He roused himself after a few minutes. Wandering aimlessly through the lush jungle, his ass feeling a little sore as the realization of what happened sank in. It came as no surprise. He remembered everything ... but strangely - he felt apathetic to it all. Despite the fact he had just been bred by a male, shape-shifting dragon - and thoroughly cleaned by him at that - he felt no remorse or guilt, only a fierce sense of self-satisfaction.

He came upon a small pool and stopped for a drink. The water was cool and still, tucked beneath the shadow of an exotic tropical palm. He bent low - but stopped. His reflection stared back at him. He peered closer ... something wasn't right ...

And then he saw it: his eyes ... normally clear and bright blue - were now flecked with crimson specks - hundreds of them, like tiny droplets of blood. He inspected this new discovery with minor interest, wondering how such a thing was possible, when it struck him:

The dragon. Praetorax.

Zan shivered at the chilling name. He was responsible. Maybe the dragon was changing him more than he thought ... and perhaps it wasn't a good thing. He swallowed dryly and moved away from the puddle, spreading his wings and leaping quickly into the air. He flew for a long time, reflecting on everything that had happened ... unsure as to what the dragon had in store for him ...

Author's Note: Thank you to whomever reads this.

This story has been in production for a little over a year now, and for that, I must apologize. I take writing very seriously, and I hope that the quality and effort I put into this piece will make up for how long it took to create. I am a busy 20-year old occupied with college, jobs, friends and family, and finding the time to write is a constant challenge. I hope you understand.

I write furry smut for reasons unknown to even myself, but I do know I enjoy writing and sharing my work with you regardless. Please, take a moment of your time to leave a comment/fave if you liked the story. It really does mean a lot. Friendly advice is also always appreciated. If you were intrigued by Gryphon's Desire, go and check out Part 1 and 2 in my gallery! I plan on continuing this series for a long time!

Peace,

-Fizzy