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This story was written by myself and my amazing pet Atlas86, the human in this story.

Thanks to Lucifer Castro, lilfennec and especially Calkhi for proofreading this story, I appreciate it!

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Sam shuffled forward awkwardly as he was herded in by four walls of fur and feathers. Trapped between two rumps and two beaks, he was funneled towards the grand castle gate, a place he had barely laid eyes on. He hadn't been living in the capital for long, but from what he'd experienced so far the gryphons preferred not to see humans and furs outside the poorer sides of town. This party was one of the few times that humans, furs, and gryphons could be found in the same space. The streets had been a rush of excited chatter since the signs had been posted. Once a year, at the height of summer, the castle gardens reached full bloom, and the king hosted a massive garden party for all the citizens. It was first come, first serve, and if you didn't get inside by the time the gates were closed, you were part of the crowded, unhappy procession of people returning home. Sam didn't really know anyone in this big new city, but he thought if there was any time to meet some new people it was at the city's most popular party. The only problem was, it was a party for couples, and so far he was the only one who was going stag.

From between the legs of the gryphons ahead of him, he could see the head of the line disappearing into the gardens, their naturally-coloured feathers and fur melting into the greenery behind the stone entrance. He could not tell how many people were inside or how many were still waiting to get in behind him. He could just see the guards manning the gates in his limited field of view, but he saw their foreclaws counting each head that passed through. A bead of sweat formed on his brow, both from the apprehension and the heat of the bodies around him on this hot summer day. He shuffled forward, trying his best not to step on the heels of the gryphons in front of him, nor getting himself stepped on by the two gryphons behind. The shadow of the gate loomed over him now, and he could now hear the chatter and pleasant music of the party above the more boisterous citizens behind him. A nervous gulp tightened his throat as he saw the stone ceiling of the gate pass over his head. Following the line, he crossed into a beautiful land hidden within the bustling urban environment. Trees and bushes bloomed along the long, winding path towards a crowded central area.

"That's it! The party is full!" he heard the guards call from behind him, and the grinding of large gears beginning to turn brought the portcullis down to sever the procession. A collective groan resounded from beyond the gate, but no one protested the large, armored gryphons that blocked their path.

Stopping at the end of the path, he let the other guests pass him by as he looked upon the scene. Gryphons, humans and furs all bundled in small groups, talking and laughing amongst each other. Still, these groups were mainly homogeneous with the smaller species hidden behind the gryphons' larger bodies to make it look like it was a more exclusive party. A small ensemble was performing a soothing melody to accompany the scene, and well-dressed human servants spread food and drink amongst the guests. At the distant edge of the congregation, a lone punchbowl sat unattended. Unsure of where else he should stand, he shuffled past the other bodies and took his place alone with the pink fluid. He crossed his arms and sighed while staring out across the crowd. If he wanted to meet anyone, he would have to get into that crowd, but all the circles already looked so tight-knit. The humans were all far richer than him, the furs spoke with an enthusiasm about their work that he couldn't hope to match, and the gryphons were an intimidating wall to pierce, no matter what they were talking about. He pulled a glass off the table and filled it while he contemplated his place at this party at all. It had been five minutes, and he was already questioning whether he should have come at all. It looked like it was going to be a long, lonely night.

Just as he was about to settle into a seat next to the pond, something caught his eye: a male gryphon, larger than the rest, slowly moving through the crowd. His size was remarkable, but it was not this which gave the gryphon notable mention. As the beast moved through the crowd, each of the other avians and even the occasional human or fur he could see around the gardens bowed as the bulky male made his way across the stone pavement towards the table. Sam was in awe; he was the largest gryphon he'd ever laid eyes on; easily another foot taller than any other, and certainly more muscular. As everyone bowed, he got a good glimpse of the hybrid's golden-brown plumage and fur, coupled with a yellow beak and a lush, weighty mane. The gryphon stopped at the table and turned to face the gathered partygoers.

"Greetings all, to the Holstworth Summer Garden Festival!" the gryphon announced loudly, projecting his rich, powerful tone across the crowd. It was then Sam realized that this gryphon was the King he had heard so much about, King Talos of Holstworth. He quickly bowed to one knee like all the other human servants, hoping his action, or lack thereof, had not been noticed.

"The gardens are once more looking utterly astounding, so please, drink up until you are filled with mirth, eat until your bellies are full, and enjoy the atmosphere," King Talos continued with a flourishing smile. The many assembled nodded and cheered at his words, and the noble beast stood proudly while they did so.

"Finally," the avian concluded, "there will be a dinner feast inside the castle tonight for the nobles, many of which are here today, so I shall expect to see you all there." With that, the sizeable gryphon took a small bite of an apple sitting on the table. This was taken as an invitation by others, who descended upon the banquet with delight. Not wanting to be trapped in a small stampede of hungry gryphons, Sam sat back by the pond and took a sip of his punch. It was cool and crisp, and he swallowed it down gratefully. The King's food, it seemed, was definitely top-quality.

He gazed around for a bit, taking in the sights. The King had already disappeared, no doubt returning to more important matters, leaving the hundreds of furred and feathered bodies to mill around the garden in loud, jovial groups. To his right he overheard three male gryphons boasted of a hunt they had undertaken the night before to a pair of gryphonesses, while a few meters to his left a pair of anthropomorphic wolves chewed on strips of meat from the banquet table. He still felt pretty awkward, and hoped nobody would notice his freeloading amidst the fun and gusto of the festival. He took another sip, enjoying the taste and leaning back to dip his fingertips into the pond experimentally. Just as his fingers were about to meet the surface, he caught a glimpse of a reflection in the water. Startled, he pulled his fingers back and spun around, his eyes widening in surprise as he came face to face with the King.

"Hello there," the gryphon said in an amused tone, watching as the young human in front of him stared in awe and disbelief. It took a few moments before Sam even realized he was being spoken to.

"H...hello," he stammered in reply, before quickly remembering himself and adding, "my Lord." A small smile crossed the royal gryphon's features as he examined the man that had entered his party all alone.

"Having a good time?" Talos asked, keeping his gaze fixed upon the human. Sam could hardly believe the King was talking to him, especially so casually. He had only heard rumors of the avian, but had never once dreamed he would meet him face to face. It was such a shock that he could barely string a sentence together.

"Y...yes, my Lord," he replied nervously, placing the punch down on the table next to him, "it's...a wonderful garden." He hardly knew why such an important gryphon would bother speaking to someone like him, but it was an honor and he didn't want to embarrass himself.

"I have a very dedicated staff that keep the castle grounds in perfect condition. Without their help year-round, the gardens would not be nearly as brilliant. We have a special fertilizer that is made right here in the castle. It gives the the flowers here a radiance unseen anywhere outside the castle," the King said, turning his attention to the brilliant white blooms that floated on the surface of the pond. Sam just watched him, amazed by just being in the King's presence. He wasn't at all what he had imagined. When people spoke of King Talos, they always spoke of him as a huge, intimidating creature that would make people cower beneath him. While his size was not exaggerated, after his initial introduction, he didn't seem nearly so intimidating. He was friendly and gentle, definitely not a combination he would have expected from a gryphon of his size, let alone expressed to a human of his unimportant stature. He had come alone, in his normal street clothes, and he had probably only gotten inside because the guards had missed him between the larger gryphons' bodies. To have anyone talking to him at all was a strange twist of fate. "I'm not sure I caught your name," the King said suddenly.

"O-Oh! I apologize, My Lord. My name is Sam," he replied, biting his lip and bowing again. He wouldn't want to offend his host, especially if it was the King of the land.

"You don't have to apologize, Sam. You would be surprised how many people tell me their names when I have no interest in knowing them in the first place," he replied, turning his eyes back to the little man. Sam barely reached his shoulders, and at such a close distance, the human had to crane his head to meet his gaze. The King simply smiled casually while he spoke. "Are you a gardener, Sam?"

"Um, n-no, my Lord," he replied, taken aback by the strange question. "I have no room for gardening where I live now. I used to help my father with the crops when I lived in the country, but...I never had much love for it, to be honest."

"Hmm, I thought you might have been a recent arrival. You don't smell quite as...pungent, as the other humans in that area," he stated matter-of-factly, making a soft blush bloom on Sam's face. He hadn't even thought about how he might smell in comparison to the better-off guests at the party. "How long have you lived in my city?"

"Only a few months now," he replied. "It's still quite...big,"

He almost jumped as a deep, hearty chuckle rolled effortlessly from the gryphon's beak. It was a rich, almost infectious laugh that cleared a thick layer of anxiety and fear from his throat. If he could make the King laugh, then maybe he wouldn't be so hard to talk to. He didn't have to be so nervous speaking with his ruler.

"Yes, I suppose for someone like you, my city would be quite intimidating," the King said with a grin. "I myself find it getting smaller and smaller every day. There are some new streets that are too small for me to fit down, you know. I should have been more careful about the humans I appointed to develop that area. Soon they'll be too small for the guards, too, and the entire area will have to be torn down and rebuilt. I won't have any seedy havens in my city, no matter what district they might be in."

"You have done an excellent job of that, my Lord. The roads into town are more dangerous in the middle of the day than the darkest streets in the slums. I'm more afraid of being stepped on in the market than being robbed."

The King's eyes lit up as another bout of mirth poured from his chest. He truly was an amazing person, easy to talk to no matter who you were. Sam could not see how he had garnered such a troubling reputation in the countryside.

"You're an interesting human, Sam. You're the only lower-class human at this event, and I noticed you from the top of the wall before I entered the gathering myself. I'm not sure I've seen anyone arrive without a date in a long while. To be entirely honest, this event is rigged towards the rich and high-born. Usually the guards turn away those that look unsavoury, which is why the humans and furs are so sparse in the crowd. I'm sure they would have turned you away as well, if I hadn't told them to let you in," the King said, his grin curving into something more playfully devious.

"Y-You...let me in, My Lord?" he asked, struck dumb by the revelation. "W-why? I-If you don't mind me asking..."

The huge gryphon shrugged and turned towards the pond once more. "You were a curiosity. Every year its the same group of people that fill out the festival, and save for the humans and furs I see them nearly every day at dinner anyway. You were a lone human, clearly unused to your environment. I wasn't entirely convinced you knew what you were in line for in the first place," he quietly laughed. "Forgive me for being manipulative for my own enjoyment, but when the whole city shuts down to line up outside my gate, I was sure you wouldn't have any other plans."

"N-No, my Lord. I don't mind. I...suppose I should thank you for letting me in. Thank you, my King," he replied, bowing once more to the great gryphon before him.

"The formality doesn't really suit you Sam," the King said, flashing him a grin as he turned back towards the crowd. "Well, I should return to my more desperate subjects now. Feel free to wander about and enjoy yourself. The other guests will be focusing more on my expensive alcohol collection, so the punchbowl is yours. Perhaps you can pour your King a glass later."

"Y-Yes. I'd be happy to," he called as the gryphon strode away, his frame swaying softly as he moved into the rolling crowd. Once he was alone again, he took a moment to slow his pounding heart. To speak so casually to the King who had personally let him into his party, it was unheard of. He drained the glass he had forgotten about for the duration of the conversation, and made his way back to the fluorescent-coloured bowl. Pouring himself another glass, he watched the crowd move and boisterously chat amongst themselves, always keeping an eye on the golden-brown crest that bobbed above everyone else.

After a few minutes he felt somewhat normal again, although the gryphon King's casual conversation had properly thrown him. He couldn't help but think about each and every word exchanged, and found himself feeling a bit confused. It didn't make much sense for a noble gryphon like that to take any interest in him at all. His eyes followed Talos' movements carefully, enraptured by the creature that had shown him any attention at this party. His lips drew another sip of punch into his mouth, and he swallowed slowly with a deep exhale.

With the King gone, he wasn't quite sure what else to do. Everyone around him was sipping on various alcoholic beverages and engrossed in conversation, so he slowly got to his feet and placed the glass down on the table. It really was like he was invisible, which further added to his surprise at being spoken to by the one avian in attendance that he really should have been invisible to.

Taking a few steps forward he located a bowl of delicious-looking apples and began to make his way towards it, his stomach grumbling a little with hunger. As he drew closer he was suddenly cut off by another gryphon striding in front of him, and he bumped into the side of the feral beast. To his dismay the gryphon turned to glare at him, a snarl crossing his beak.

"Watch yourself human," the hybrid growled in a threatening tone, "and what's with that smell? How did some low-life like you get into this party? You're lucky we're at the King's party, otherwise I might have mistaken you for a snack. Now scram before I change my mind." Not needing to be told twice, Sam quickly scurried away from the table and mean gryphon, searching for a place where he could once again mind his own business. Aside from speaking with the impressive King, he felt like he was regretting having come to such a party. It wasn't for people like him.

He finally returned to the punch bowl from earlier, and took a seat, remaining there for another half an hour while the party bustled on around him. He'd lost sight of the King once again, and instead opted to drink a fair share from the punch bowl in front of him while he relaxed and soaked in the fresh summer atmosphere. Noble or not, he could appreciate such fine weather and beautiful surroundings. He lay back against the warm stone and gazed up at the clouds, watching them pass by overhead as the warmth of the alcohol diffused through his cheeks. Relaxed as he was, it was no surprise that the young human's eyes closed and he drifted off into a peaceful, undisturbed sleep.

***

Sam awoke in a world of softness and warmth. He wasn't sure he had ever known comfort like this. The material against his back wrapped perfectly molded to his body, forming the perfect sleeping surface. Wrapped around his front was the warmest blanket he had ever had the pleasure of sleeping under. There was just the right amount of give when he squeezed his fingers down against the edge. There was a pillow under his head that must have been formed with stitched clouds. He knew this wasn't where he had fallen asleep, but he was glad he had woken up in this infinitely better place. Slowly, reluctantly, he cracked his eyes open and the world around him came into focus. He was in a towering room, with a ceiling vaulted to an impossible height above him. Crimson was wrapped all around him in the form of a huge sofa, and a gold-trimmed blanket covered his entire body. Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes and yawned. He had no idea how late it was, or where exactly he had been moved, only that he was somewhere within the Gryphon King's massive castle. He pushed the silken blanket from his body and sat up, placing his back against the remarkable pillow he had been sleeping on. He was in a long, empty room, surrounded by similarly-styled sofas arranged in seating areas. Large center tables adorned with fresh bouquets of flowers sat between each group, forming an array of individual living rooms in a massive sitting room. He heard a muted bustling coming from the other side of the backboard. Leaning across the armrest, he saw a thick oaken door where the sounds were emanating from.

"Goodnight everyone. Thank you for attending this year's festival, and I hope you enjoyed your meal. I look forward to your continued service and loyalty to this great land," he heard the unmistakable voice of Talos addressing an unknown crowd. "My messengers will let you know when our next gathering shall be held. Until then, please take care."

The muffled padding of feet was overtaken by the sliding of something heavy, and a crashing latch of a huge door. The hall outside was silent, and while he strained his ears to listen to what was going outside, he jumped when the door nearest him unlatched and was pushed open.

"Just a flock of seagulls..." Talos muttered under his breath as he strode into the sitting room. Peaking around the back of the couch, his expression changed from one of exasperation to one of simple enjoyment. "Oh good, you're awake. I'm surprised you could fall asleep at such a boisterous event. I suppose it would be nothing in comparison to the noise around your apartment, however. Did you have a good nap?"

"U-Uh yes, my Lord. Thank you," Sam replied, blushing softly. He didn't want to look like some little kid. "I've never felt something this soft."

The gryphon chuckled and took a seat on the sofa across from him. "The best tailors in the world were commissioned to make all the cushions and bedding in my palace. It's the best in the world, I can assure you. It's made with my own down." With a smile, he plumped up his plumage proudly, expanding his luscious mane. Sam could only blush, imagine that soft brown fur wrapped around his body.

"I-It's very soft...my Lord," he said with a nervous cough.

"You must be hungry," the King said, and as if on cue, the door opened again for a man with a platter covered in food. He deposited it on the table in front of the King. "Here, come sit with me and eat. This food was leftover from the noble's meal. I saw you being harassed by that gryphon earlier. I apologize for that. He is a noble of my court, and I have mentioned to him about a correction to his behaviour. His crassness reflects poorly on all of the nobility, including myself."

With a shy gait, he lowered himself off the sofa and crossed the seating area to the where the King sat. Being this close to the gryphon again made his body tingle uncomfortably. Even if they had talked earlier, this was the King offering him food, and he was just a commoner. Something had to have been going on. With a blush, he was forced to climb onto the tabletop to reach the food he was being offered, which also put him in the shadow of the massive creature sitting across from him. He took a slice of ham from the platter and slid it into his mouth, letting the perfectly-glazed meat ooze its flavour across his tongue. He felt unease being watched so intently while he ate, but he tried not to let on his discomfort until he had swallowed.

"M-My Lord. I don't mean to be rude, and I'm very grateful for everything you've done for me today, but...why? Why did you bring me inside and feed me? If I was let in to make the party more interesting, why not just have me sent home?"

A small smile crossed the gryphon's beak, amused by the human's question. He was definitely perceptive, and that was a good sign. Stretching out his wings on the sofa, the King looked down at the human in front of him and purred softly.

"I did not just bring you here for no reason, you are correct. Normally someone like yourself would not provide me with much interest, but when I saw you outside the gates, a newcomer to this town, I found myself wishing to investigate you a little further. I have yet to decide if you're the right person I'm looking for, but I decided to take a look for myself." Talos tucked his wings back in tight and smiled at Sam's confused expression.

"The right person, my Lord?" Sam asked cautious, wondering what on earth he could be 'right' for in the gryphon King's mind. He watched as the gryphon leaned forward and stared right into his eyes, intimidating and reassuring simultaneously. Up this close he could make out every bit of the gryphon's muscular form, and had no doubts that someone like him was little more than a fly in strength to such a powerful beast.

"Indeed," Talos explained, "you see, I am a King of particular tastes, one which always gets what he wants. Around here, the citizens know and accept this, as I have earned my rightful spot on the throne. The court of fifty nobles has not challenged me for my place, as each and every one of them knows I am superior to them. It is simple, effective, and prevents any conflict. Not only this, but I am a good King who knows how to rule fairly and justly, and my popularity among the general public has never waned. My avian people have never been unhappy with my leadership, and the humans and furs that live in my city are given equal rights and better treatment than the previous King ever bothered to provide." He gave Sam a small smile, the human hanging off his every word intently.

"However," he continued, "a gryphon of my stature cannot do everything by himself. I employ numerous servants to cook, clean, repair, sing, sculpt, build and so on. This leaves me free to handle the running of the country, but it does also leave me with a large slice of free time. I tend to enjoy spending this free time... intimately." As he spoke those words, Sam's eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment. He hadn't expected to hear such things from such a noble creature.

"Don't be so surprised," Talos chuckled quietly, "gryphon culture is built on mating. We decide almost all political and social matters this way, it had been the norm for many long millennia. Of course, most of the humans here know this, but you're new to these lands and haven't had as much time to understand how things work."

"You decide... all political matters... by having s...sex?" Sam asked nervously, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"Indeed," the King replied, nodding his mighty head, "and it works perfectly. The quicker you accept that, the easier things will be in this city for you."

"B-But my Lord...I'm not a politician, and I'm certainly not a gryphon," he stated nervously, suddenly disinterested in the food next to him. A knot of unease had formed in his belly, making the thought of food urge him to retch. "Wh-Why are you telling me this?"

The King's grin curved into something a little more devious. "Naive little human. If none of the nobles oppose me, then when do I get to use them? I could have any one of them, but if I start breeding one, they all start to line up for me to use, and then nothing gets done. No, I have to restrain myself until the evenings. I have plenty of well-built gryphonesses to choose from, and there is a good reason why most of the whorehouses in the city close in the evening. I have my collection of favourites, but a few days ago I decided something...different."

"D-Different...my L-Lord?" he stammered, sweat beading on his forehead as the gryphon's eyes bore in him.

A full smirk broke across the King's beak, and Sam flinched as he felt the back of his sharp claw suddenly brush over his cheek. "Someone new. Innocent and unsure. Someone young, soft, and eager. I noticed the way you regarded me when I spoke with you at the pond. So amazed and pleased with yourself that the King would come to speak with you above all others. You didn't know why, but you thought that you were somehow special. Little human, you will only be special if you want to be."

"Wh-What do you want from me?" he asked, jerking away from the King's touch without thought of offending him. Talos simply grunted a soft chuckle.

"I want you to move out of that storage box you call an apartment. I want you to quit whatever simple job you might have in my city. What I want will require your complete attention. Often I don't want to wait until evening to indulge myself. I need someone here, in my castle, that will do whatever I ask. Someone I can keep close, train to my preferences, and reward for his good service. Something like...a pet."

Sam's eyes shot open again, shocked at the words coming from the King's mouth. It couldn't have been more than a few hours since he had considered him kind and well-mannered, but this was entirely opposite. "S-So y-you...you invited me here to be your...your sex slave?" he asked.

The gryphon's expression never changed, and his gaze never wavered. "Call it what you will, but that's not why I allowed you into my party, Sam. I invited you here to offer you the chance to be my pet. I won't force you into my service as your King. I want you to ask for it. I can offer you a life of luxury that you've never even dreamed of. Far from the poor life you are used to. You would never want for anything, and be treated like royalty. All you have to do, is want to be my pet."

"No," he said firmly, looking away from the King's intense stare. "N-No! I won't be your...your pet. That's...I...you're..."

"Very well," Talos said, and sat back again. As if nothing had ever happened, his face returned to a soft, warm smile, baffling the human who was still reeling from the conversation. "You may sleep in one of my guest rooms tonight, and the guards will take you home whenever you like tomorrow. I will have a room put together for you; someone will get you in a few moments. I will be retiring for the night. Goodnight Sam."

He watched, flabbergasted as the King simply stood and walked out, leaving him alone in the sitting room with a thick layer of sweat coating his body. He hadn't even been given a chance to refuse his offer. At least if he awoke early enough, he could probably slip out of the castle before Talos woke up. With a sigh, he took another slice of ham from the platter and ate it silently, waiting for the King's servant to arrive while the gryphon's words bounced ceaselessly inside his head.

Moments later two big avian guards entered the King's chamber, ushering Sam out of the room and guiding him down the hall and a flight of stairs. They reached another large room quite quickly, and the gryphons opened the door silently and nodded for him to enter. Stepping inside, Sam looked around at another luxurious room, taking in all the details. It was a sight to behold, adorned with fancy decorations and expensive furnishings. He surmised it was a guest room for someone wealthy, and immediately felt out of place inside it. A large, pillow-covered bed lay centered on the back wall, and numerous other chairs and tables lined the room. He barely even heard the doors close behind him as the guards sauntered off, leaving him alone to his thoughts.

Walking over and sitting down on the bed, Sam took a minute to think about the words that had been spoken to him by the King. He had thought the creature was kind, well-spoken, noble, but after that he wasn't so sure. Having just barely met him, Talos had asked if he would be his... his plaything. Him, a human nobody, and... a gryphon King! The very thought was absurd, and he could barely believe he'd been asked even now after it had happened. He lay back on the comfortable sheets and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling tired once again despite having only just awoken.

Again and again the scene played out in his mind, the King's unwavering gaze piercing into him as he asked him to become his... pet. Nothing about it made sense, and yet some of the rumors he had heard were coming back to him. The gryphon King of Holstworth, and his darker side. Perhaps there was some foundation to these whispers after all. The idea that he was under the roof of a creature that wanted to... to do things with him was somewhat unnerving. He'd never even thought of things like that before with other males, let alone ones from a different species. Not to mention the King's size... he was terrifyingly large... much too big for... that.

Overwhelmed, the young man tried to concentrate on not thinking about such matters. His fingers rolled through the soft, luxurious bedding, and his breathing slowed down as the adrenaline trickled away. He would get up in the morning and leave, and that would be it. It had been foolish to come to such a party, and now that he knew a little more about this city, he felt a touch more anxious about living in it. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea after all. Just as he was about to doze off once again, some noises reached his ears from the roof above.

It sounded like a soft thumping in the ceiling above him. Cracking his eyes open, he traced the progress of each thump above him. It sounded like people moving above him, two sets of footsteps padding against the floor over his head, one deeper and heavier than the other. They ended off somewhere in the corners of his room and they were suddenly replaced by a long, low squeal of tension. Was someone sleeping above him? He thought the King's palace might have been designed better than some cheap motel where he could hear everyone else. He'd thought all the nobles had left the castle earlier, but he supposed it wouldn't be surprising for some to sleep there before starting their journey home in the morning. He could only imagine how far some of them would have travelled to be there. The King's realm was large, and surely even the backwater lords would have wanted to be there.

He continued to hear shifting and shuffling, until a massive thump reverberated around him. His eyes shot open, wondering if someone had fallen out of the bed. However, a similar thump soon followed it, along with another, and another. A slow rhythm of pounding thumps vibrated around him, shaking his own bed as if it were attached. What was going on up there? With a groan, he rolled over and wrapped his heavenly pillow over his ears. The soft material did nothing to stop the sounds from disturbing him, and knowing that these were made of the King's down did nothing to settle him now. The pounding increased in pace and strength, overcoming whatever sense of fatigue he felt. He heard a low note break through the pounding beat, followed by another, even deeper tone. They were unmistakable, moans of pleasure. There could be no doubt, Talos was in the room above him, and he was demonstrating exactly what he had spoken of earlier.

The ruckus lasted for hours, a near constant background vibration. Every twenty minutes or so, the two would join their voices in a loud, euphoric cry as they finished one session, but it would take barely five minutes before they were at it again, just as hard as before. Every time it happened, his mind couldn't help but wonder what the King was packing between his legs. Surely it would be something to match his size, but he managed to rein himself in before he tried to think of any details. Eventually his exhaustion took hold, using the rolling thrusts of the king to rock him into sleep. The last thought that went through his mind before sleep overtook him was something Talos had said earlier, that disturbed him now more than ever. He was a King of particular tastes, and he always gets what he wants. Even if Talos wanted him to submit of his own will, would he really let him decline?

***

The next morning, Sam awoke rather slowly. The sheer comfort of the bedding had lulled him into a much deeper sleep than he had been hoping for, and light was already streaming in from the windows. Rubbing his eyes, he slowly sat up and shuffled to the edge of the bed, the memories of the night beforehand flooding back. He blushed as he thought about the King's escapades above his room, and tried to clear them out of his mind. No doubt it was intentional; the gryphon King placing him in the room below just so he could hear him above.

He wouldn't let such a thing confused him, or influence his decisions. Climbing out of the bed, he gave the comfortable piece of furniture one last look before heading towards the exit. It had been one hell of a bed, and he found himself wishing he could get one for his house. He sighed softly as his hands pressed against the fancy wooden doors, pushing them open and peering behind them. There was no sign of the King, or his guards, and he checked twice before slowly stepping outside.

Glancing around, he wasn't quite sure where the exit was. In fact, if he was in that giant castle he'd seen from the outside, then he may well be many floors up. He located a spiralling set of stairs many times larger than he'd ever seen before to the right and deducted it would lead him down towards the ground level. He looked around one last time before slowly turning to face the stairs, walking towards them with a somewhat cautious look on his features. He felt a bit like a burglar, pacing stealthily through a castle he didn't belong in. The lack of any other gryphons was unnerving as well considering how bustling everything else had been.

"Leaving so soon?" came a deep, familiar voice from behind him, making his hairs stand on end with surprise. Whirling around he came face to face with King Talos once more, a small smirk adorning that curved beak. How on earth had he not seen or heard him approach? Stepping back he swallowed nervously and nodded his head.

"I... should be getting back... home," he responded in an anxious tone, his eyes immediately drawn to those firm, powerful muscles that could take him down with ease. After the previous night, he had no idea what the royal gryphon was capable of.

"I see," Talos said with a dismissive flick of his claw, "will you perhaps join me for a spot of breakfast? It would be bad manners of me to let you go without a proper meal." Sam's heart sunk; the gryphon had him once again, playing him right into his claws.

"Y... yes my Lord, I will join you," he replied, knowing full well he couldn't really refuse.

Without a word Talos stepped past him and led the way down the stairs. It terminated in the main foyer, with the sitting room he'd been in last night to the left and the great entrance door straight ahead. The King led him instead to the right, into his grand feast chamber. Sam was amazed to see the hall, once filled with the King, his feast, and his nobles, was now as clean as the day it had been built. At the head of the table was an impressive wooden chair, clearly the King's seat, but it was nothing in comparison to the massive, golden throne that sat behind it. His mouth fell open as he gawked at such an impressive piece of furniture, and he heard the chuckle of amusement from the gryphon as he looked back at the human. Just in front of the throne, a table and chair of a size he would consider normal had been set up for him. Motioning to the setup, the King watched Sam step past him and sit down at the offered table. Once he was settled, the gryphon went around the table and lowered himself into his throne. A dark shadow was cast over the human as the massive beast loomed over him. As intimidating in size as he was on his feet, the effect was even more dramatic when he sat up straight in his throne. Sam's table could have just been the King's footrest.

A moment later, a servant came with his breakfast on a sparkling silver platter. Perfectly cooked sausages and ham sat across his plate, with a delicious aroma wafting up from the plate that made his mouth water. As he raised his fork and knife, he looked up at the gryphon hanging over him. "Are you not having anything?"

A gleam shone in the King's eyes. "I've already eaten, little one. I figured you wouldn't be interested with watching me eat. It's a dirty business, cleaning out the dungeon."

Sam cocked a brow, but didn't ask anything more. He didn't really want to get into a conversation anyway. The sooner he could finish his breakfast and leave, the better. The food was remarkably delicious, though. Everything he'd experienced in the palace so far had been amazing. The gardens, the furniture, the food. He would have loved to have lived there, if not for the King who wanted to keep him as a sex slave. Even if he was offered anything he'd ever wanted, he didn't think he want to be used like that, especially after hearing the power the King had with his loins. He shuddered thinking about it, and refocused on his meal. It was a huge plate for him, but after missing dinner he had the stomach for it.

"So, how did you sleep?" Talos asked, smiling pleasantly as if nothing was wrong.

Sam turned his eyes on the gryphon, fixing him with a dirty look. "You know full well how I slept," he said hotly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud," he replied, feigning innocence. "The room was comfortable, though?"

"Yes," he grumbled, taking a bite of his sausage.

"I'm glad," Talos replied. "My guests' comfort is my utmost concern. My only complaint with the rooms in my castle is that I cannot put my bed in every one. Unfortunately, it is one-of-a-kind in terms of size and comfort."

"All the best for the King, I suppose," he grunted, trying his best not to show any interest or that he was paying much attention at all.

"Mmm, it truly is more than you could comprehend. While the rest of the mattresses and pillows in this castle are stuffed with my shed fur, my bed is made with only the most luxurious fur from my body. The mane, mostly; each strand long and softer than silk. Are you sure you wouldn't like to try it out before you go?"

Sam just rolled his eyes. "I thought you would be more subtle than that after last night."

"Hmm, Kings often don't need to use subtlety." the King chuckled, and gave him a hard look. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

He nearly choked on his last bite. "I...I...What?" he asked.

Talos' smirk widened. "The only pleasure you've ever felt is that of your own hand, am I right?"

"I...I don't have to..." he stammered.

The gryphon made a judging tsk with a click of his beak. "It's a shame, really. I have an overabundance of pleasure waiting for me every night, and you, poor, lonely Sam, don't want any of it. You have an attitude I've seen before. You aren't an unattractive human, if you don't mind me saying, but females haven't taken much notice of you, have they?"

"I've...I've had lots of girlfriends..." he said, barely convincing himself with the statement. With the way the gryphon's grin expanded, he'd done nothing to help his case.

"Friends that are females, perhaps. No, you are a virgin. You have never felt the touch of another. You don't know the first thing about sex or its joys. Whatever you felt the first time you pleasured yourself was a shadow of real pleasure. Tell me I'm wrong, Sam."

The flustered human couldn't believe how quickly the King had made him feel embarrassed, and he slowly shook his head.

"No, my Lord," he replied finally, "I have not been with another human before." He didn't dare look at the beast, red in the face as he was. Talos chuckled softly and leaned forward, his imposing size looming over the comparably smaller man.

"What I offer you is not slavery, my dear Sam," he said with a soft purr, wings ruffling by his sides, "but an opportunity to have more than you could have ever dreamed of. You are new here and are not familiar with our customs or culture, but I can assure you none who leave my chambers are ever unsatisfied. I am the King of gryphons, and this makes me the most virile breeder in the entire world. Gryphons, humans, dragons; it doesn't matter, any of them would throw themselves at my claws for a chance to climb into my bed." Sam listened to the hybrid's words, trying his best not to let them get to him.

"Why don't you go pick one of them instead," he asked, digging his fork slowly into another piece of sausage and biting it nervously. A small laugh could be heard from the beast, and a wash of hot breath rolled over his neck.

"Why, my little human?" the King chortled, "because I don't want them. I saw the lone human outside of my town, the one who knew nothing of our ways, one who wouldn't just throw himself at the King because of his reputation. Simply, little Sam, I want to conquer you myself. Deep down, I know you want the same thing, but it will take a little coaxing to bring it to the surface."

"I think you have me wrong, respectfully, my Lord" Sam muttered, his face still red from talking about such matters, "I'm not even... interested in males, let alone ones from another species. I just want to go home, not be... conquered, as you so bluntly put it." A silence passed between them, the gryphon looking down at his guest with a small smile.

"You would return to your life, mediocre as it is?" Talos asked quietly, "once you leave this castle you will be unimportant again, forgotten amidst the millions. I offer you a chance to live in luxury, to have everything you could ever desire, and all I want in return is your submission. I shall make you an offer, one I think is more than fair, and hear me out." Sam paused, his meal now finished, wanting to simply leave as quickly as possible. Suppressing a sigh, he looked up at the King.

"I shall hear your offer," he replied.

"Good," the avian smiled, "how about this: Come to my chambers and spend ten minutes alone with me. I will give you a brush and simply ask that you tend to my mane. I believe that you will not want to leave, because deep down your body craves mine. However, if after those ten minutes you put down the brush and leave, then I will see to it you have ten thousand gold pieces to take home with you, on my honour as King."

Sam looked up quizzically. "You would offer me riches for denying your riches?" he asked.

The King's raucous laughter nearly made him jump and choke on his food. "My dear boy, ten thousand pieces would not pay for the leg of your chair in my palace. It is inconvenient pocket change. It would not go a thousandth the distance of what I could give you here. Still, this is not about the money. I don't think you really care about that. Humans are traditionally shallow creatures, but I do not believe you are like that. You want to know what I can offer you. Will you come and see?"

Sam didn't answer as quickly as he had expected to, or with such a firm denial. He didn't get up and leave the castle behind like he thought he should. He just sat there, looking up at the enormous gryphon. He didn't want to admit it, but he was right. He wanted to know. Part of him was disgusted, but the other was morbidly curious of what he would find inside the King's chambers. "I'll...I will accept your offer."

Talos rolled forward out of his throne and thumped back to the floor across the table from him. He shot him a pleased look as he strode past, setting a slow pace so Sam could get up and follow after him without a sense of hurriedness. The human fell in behind the gryphon's step as he was led back up the stairway to the top and down the empty hallway. Only one door decorated this floor, a grand, wooden monolith that marked the entrance to the King's chambers. Talos waited for him by the door, and opened the great oaken slab as he neared, allowing him to step inside.

Inside the King's chambers, it was easy to see why there were no other rooms adjacent to it. It was a castle unto itself, stretching longer and wider than his entire home four times over. A runner of crimson carpet ran the length of the room, creating a plush footpath to the foot of the King's massive bed. The term bed seemed unfit to describe the lake of sheets and pillows that could fit the King and any number of his 'guests', no matter their size. Evidence of his conquests was obvious, not in the room's appearance, but in its atmosphere. The air was thicker and hotter than the hallway outside, laden with what could have only been the King's own potent musk. Aside from the large stone tub built into the floor off the carpet, it didn't smell like the King kept clean in his own room.

"Excuse the smell. Some of the canines I have find it quite powerful," the King remarked, smiling to no one but himself.

He slipped past Sam and stepped right up onto his bed, the mattress sinking to accommodate his weight. Turning to face him, the King lowered himself onto his stomach, and watching with an inviting smile as he climbed up after him. Sam felt unsteady on the rolling mattress, finding it impossibly perfect and comfortable as the softness wrapped around his feet. Stepping towards the waiting gryphon, his foot caught the sinking bed and he tripped forward, falling to his knees before the King. A smirk leapt across his beak.

"We haven't even started and you're already bowing to me," he jeered.

Sam's blush rose to something similar to the bedding beneath them. "Just...just give me the brush and let's get this over with," he stuttered.

Letting his expression settle into something more soothing, the King reached across to the nearest bedside table and picked up a small brush between his foreclaws. Turning back, he deposited it in Sam's hands, and gave him a gentle smile.

"Females often enjoy brushing my coat to wind down the evening. Let us see how you, young, straight little Sam, enjoy your King's fur. Ten minutes is all I ask."

Looking down at the brush, Sam saw it was made of gold, with fancy inscription running down the side. He really wasn't used to such luxury everywhere he looked. From the outside, the castle was nice but fairly standard; inside was where the true amazement could be found. Gripping the handle, he took another couple of steps forward over the silky sheets until the King's royal mane was right there in front of him.

Standing this close, he was unable to escape the beast's scent. Talos had a remarkable and unmistakable odor that penetrated his senses and made his nose tingle with the sheer muskiness it provided. He hesitated for a moment, simply breathing in that scent and letting it caress his mind. Trying not to think about it too much, he reached out and curled a hand around a piece of that plush mane. It was softer and more luxurious than he ever could have imagined, the same as the material that lined the bed under his feet. The King hadn't been lying; his fur was the softest material he'd ever felt in his entire life. Sam didn't even realize he was simply gawking, and only a soft chuckle from the gryphon snapped him back to reality.

"Soft, isn't it?" the avian asked with a smile.

"Yes...my Lord," Sam replied honestly, raising the brush to slowly run it through. Despite how perfect the King's mane looked, it still had the occasional small tangle or knot. One stroke turned into ten, and then a hundred as he brushed his King's glorious mane, enjoying it more than he'd thought as he worked his way around it. All Talos had to do was sit there and smile as his fur was tended to in a relaxed manner.

"What I offered you before isn't anything bad," the King said in a quiet voice, "I simply want to give you an opportunity beyond what a human could earn themselves. Comfort and wealth beyond compare, a life of luxury and happiness. None of my pets are unhappy, little human, not a single one." Sam continued to brush, but he shook his head slowly.

"I'm not even interested in males, my Lord," he replied, working the brush in deeper, "I doubt I could please a King like you. I am only human, I am sure any other gryphon could handle what you have... to offer a lot better than someone of my size and species. I don't want to offend, my Lord, it just isn't for me." Talos smiled, ruffling his wings gently.

"I think your size is perfect," the gryphon informed him, "perfect for getting into the places others cannot reach, and with those dexterous fingers so many species lack... I daresay you'd be perfect for the role. I saw how you looked at me when we met, the awe in your eyes, the eagerness to be noticed, to be somebody. Let me give you that, stay with me in the castle and be mine. You love how my mane feels under your fingers, don't you? Why don't you press yourself against it, feel my chest and tell me it doesn't interest you to know more? There is nobody else here, nobody to judge you, nobody to see you. Only I will know of what you do, and I only want to see you meeting your potential. Look into my eyes and see that I am the most powerful being in existence and I am giving you a chance to be a part of that majesty by serving my needs. You could return to a life of mediocrity but I'm giving you a chance to experience more than any human has ever had the ability to. I always get what I want, but what I want is for you to bow to me willingly and call me Master."

"I..." he stared up at the Gryphon, close enough now that he could feel his breath wafting out across his face. With a shaking hand he put the brush aside and ran both his hands through the luxurious fur. He ran his fingers up and pushed them inside, slowly extending his hands until his palms came to rest against the warm body resting deep underneath. He began to rub it slowly, dragging his fingers against the strong, muscular flesh of the King's chest. He felt the rumbling run through his body as the King purred softly, drawing him closer. The tips of the King's mane were just brushing against the front of his body, and out of the corner of his eye he saw his forearm moving. He stiffened as a large, scaled palm pressed against his back, and he was pushed forward until the gryphon's mane wrapped around him, and he was held in a warm, tender embrace. He could hear the King's heart pounding inside his chest, low, powerful and soothing.

"I want to make sure you understand," the King said softly, stroking down his back. "my pets are not just toys that I use and throw away. While you serve me, I will take care of you. You will be clean, well-fed and living in ultimate comfort. My happiness stems from the happiness of my pets."

He wasn't sure if it was the warm softness wrapped around him, the King's scent, or his soothing words, but Sam found whatever resolve he'd been clinging to fading away. What was the point of resisting? What did he have to go home to? What did he have that the King could not provide him? Did he need pride like that, when there was no one else who would resist King Talos? He had left his home to start a new life; to come to the big city and find happiness and fulfillment. Even if it was the fulfillment of the King's desires, was there a difference in the end?

"Y-You won't hurt me?" he asked, his voice as cracked and unsure as his mind.

There was a moment of hesitation before the King replied, his every word vibrating around him from their close proximity. "There will be pain, at first. Even the largest gryphonesses struggle to take me. However, I will prepare you for it, and be gentle with you to begin. It will hurt, but you will be rewarded with so much pleasure for it that you won't even feel it soon after. If you would like, I could hold you like this when we are finished, and you can rest against my chest."

"I...umm..." he hesitated, swallowing hard around the knot in his throat. What he said next would determine the course of the rest of his life. He could stay with the King and be his pet forever, or he could go home to his pathetic apartment and try to scrape out a meager existence. He couldn't even guarantee he'd meet anyone else in this city. The King had to personally allow him into his exclusive garden party for him to even talk to someone.

To disrupt his train of thought, the King released his grip and allowed him to fall back out of his mane. Falling back onto his rear on the springy mattress, he looked up at the gryphon with concern and uncertainty on his face.

"Before you decide, would you like to see what you would be serving for the rest of your life?" Talos asked, a gentle smile on his face.

"S-see? I-I..." he blushed at the offer, knowing full-well what the King meant. Did he want to see the driving force behind the quakes that had kept him awake last night? "Yes."

The gryphon's mighty form rose above him as the King stood, drawing Sam's gaze to his face with his sincere smile. "Just sit there," he said, and raised his foot to step over him. He flinched as the talons fell close behind him, feeling the bed tilt back behind him from the changing weight. His eyes followed the waving brown sea of fur moving above his head, darkened by the King's shadow. Even his belly looked soft and inviting, but that wasn't what he was waiting to see. He felt each of the huge hindpaws fall into the bed on either side of him, but he never saw them. His eyes were glued upwards, at the crook between the gryphon's thick thighs. Thick fur thinned into a short, soft coat that wrapped around everything. He was suddenly struck from the his intense scent, all of it being generated here between his legs. The sheath and scrotum of the King, the largest gryphon to ever live. His status had not been exaggerated.

He wasn't erect, so the thick tube of flesh hung low and heavy over his testicles. The skin looked supple and spongy, clearly to stretch around whatever monstrous length slumbered inside. Fine fur covered its surface, soaked in and actively exuding his thick musk. The scent tickled the inside of his throat and filled his lungs with warmth. At the sheath's lowest-hanging point, a loose flap of flesh closed the entrance. Being almost directly below it, he could see the soft shine of clear lubricants touched at the edges of the flap, and he could catch the incredibly powerful scent of cock and pre-cum that was barely contained inside.

Acting as the supporting rest for his hefty, flaccid member, the King's scrotum was another beast entirely. The fur was shinier than the rest, slicked with the sweat of his inner thighs. This was the true source of the King's dominant odor, and it looked large and supple enough to wrap around his entire face. Hanging low at the bottom of the sack, two testicles stood out against the smooth surface, keeping the flesh above taut with their weight. They were each the size of a melon, barely smaller than his own head. The were intimidating in size, and the obvious reason why his sex had lasted so long last night.

"What do you think, Sam?" he asked gently. "These have attracted even the most heterosexual nobles in my court. Do you think you could find some pleasure serving them as well? You've slept in my castle, eaten my food, experienced my wealth, and now you have seen and touched the body of your King," Talos said, sitting back until his entire body rose up above before him. His hind legs were still spread in his position, displaying everything for his eyes to absorb. "Would you like to be my pet?"

Sam bit his lower lip, looking up into the Gryphon's eyes. Here, in bed with him, sitting inches from his exposed groin, everything looked so much different. He still wasn't entirely certain he could spend his life being the sexual slave to the King, but he didn't know if he could refuse so easily.. Seeing these massive genitals, even if he would be serving them, made him intensely curious of what pleasures he would find under the King. Would he find a partner that could pleasure him like the King said he could? He wanted to live this life the King was promising him. "I... c... can I..." he blushed nervously, "I'm not... sure."

Talos slowly stepped back and returned to his sitting position on the sheets, but this time he kept his hind legs carefully spread. His heavy balls came to a rest on the bed, the loose flesh of his scrotum spreading out across the silky covers while his sheath bobbed above it. Sam couldn't quite bring himself to look away; it was terrifying and enticing at the same time. He, a man who had never had an interest in men before, was gazing at a gryphon's genitals with awe. Was this the power of the King?

"It's okay to be nervous," Talos reassured him, "like I said, I shall not force you to become my pet. I want you to want to be mine, plain and simple. Humans have different views on sexual relations than gryphons, and that's something you'd have to overcome. I have had many just like you from foreign lands, diplomats, nobles, war-chiefs; all coming to my land for one reason for another, and all of them leaving having been between my legs. I always get what I want, and that's because none can withstand my desires for long. You will be the same, it is only a matter of time." Sam listened to every word, looking back up at the confident hybrid's face and seeing the calm look of determination in his eyes. It was humiliating being told he would submit, and he wanted to say no, to run away, but his legs wouldn't obey his mind.

"I don't have a human pet," Talos admitted, "I have many human servants, but no real pets. A pet is special, well beyond the level of any servant. They are my personal attendants, ones I care about, ones I protect. They serve my needs, and in return they're given everything a noble would dream of. When I brought the dragons of the west to their knees and made them submit, I took a pet from among their ranks, a red dragon who I knew would adore such treatment. I can click my claws and have lions, wolves, equines, gryphons, dragons, dolphins... anything I want, in mere moments. But unlike those... humans have such dexterous fingers, such small tongues, and I think you would be able to help me reach those places others cannot. That's why I want a human pet, and luckily for me, I found you." Sam continued to listen, drinking in every word in amazement, unable to believe what this King could do. His eyes slowly dropped back down to those melon-sized orbs between his legs, and he swallowed nervously, not doubting it for a second.

"You're going to submit to me, human," Talos finally told him with a smile, "that much is certain. Your body yearns to be mine, and with just the slightest encouragement, so will your mind. Come forward, my future pet. Sit right in front of your future Master and reach out in front of you. I want you to take my testicles in your hands and feel their weight, feel their power. Feel the balls of the gryphon who rules over everything, and tell me you don't want to bask in their glory. If you can hold my lust in your hands, look me in the eye and tell me you want no part of it, then I shall never again bother you. But if they defeat you, then that will be it. I will own you for the rest of your life. Your training will begin today."

Sam tried to find something to say to the determined King, but nothing came to him. There was nothing else he could say at this point. In the gryphon's bed, feet from his prominently displayed groin, and being ordered to take his testicles into his hands. He was being told to explore another male's scrotum, and he had to do it. Already he didn't know if he could resist once he touched it, and yet there were some significant mental hurdles he had to prepare himself for that moment. To begin, he willed himself to his knees, starting the slow crawl between the gryphon's legs. His heart beat faster as he passed between his hindpaws, eyes following the rolling horizon of his thighs until they met the fur of his middle. Turning inward, he found himself within arms' reach of his goal, the King's scrotum. It looked so soft and malleable, draped out across the bedding with so little form besides the two hefty orbs inside it. He rolled back onto his rear, sitting in front of the King's sheath and balls as if they were his partner in conversation. Looking up at his face only returned a reassuring smile while his eyes held a hard, determined gaze. The King knew he had won.

After clearing his throat with a nervous gulp, he took a long, deep breath. It was laden with the gryphon's potent scent, filling him with warmth and the larger male's sexual confidence. There would never be a cock greater than his, and he knew it well. His eyes locked onto the short-haired skin laid out before him, and his hand slowly reached towards it. The inches closed quickly, and soon he could feel its heat radiating onto his fingertips. He closed his eyes, took another breath, and pressed forwards. He stiffened as his fingers pushed into slick, silky fur and flesh, the surface bending to perfectly fit his fingertips. He reached further, pressing his palm against the accepting surface, and began to rub it. Back and forth his hand stroked, massaging the flesh with it. It took a few moments before he gathered the courage to open his eyes, and what he was greeted with caused him to gasp softly. His hand ran in the narrow valley between the King's testicles, shifting slightly along with his movements. A reassuring nod from the gryphon surprised him, and, with some additional courage, allowed him to add a second hand just beside the first. He moved them in tandem, rubbing back and forth across the front of Talos' well-proportioned scrotum. A delicate coating of sweat kept his hands and the fur beneath them soft and slick, making it remarkably easy to glide his fingers across its surface while releasing new musk with every pass.

Moving to the sides, his palms rolled up over the sides of Talos' testicles and sat atop them. He swore he could feel them churn under his touch, pumping out more of the King's semen. They were so hot and firm, with a smooth surface for him to explore. He wrapped his hands around to the underside of his sack, marvelling at the additional slickness after such a short time seated there. He pulled upwards, his eyes going wide as the melon-sized orbs came up with him after a decent effort.

"They're so heavy," he said, incredulous of the gryphon's virility. He couldn't imagine how much fluid was truly sloshing around inside the gryphon's balls, eager to be released.

"I wanted to make sure my new pet received a fair helping of his Master's seed," the King replied, his beak curving up in a smirk. "It will be your reward for learning to pleasure me."

"D-Do you like this?" he asked, eyes wide in wonderment. Could he really please this beast?

Talos merely chuckled. "Of course I enjoy my pet's fingers on my body. As I said before, your smaller hands provide a much different experience than large, clumsy paws. However, do not think that this is enough to leave me gasping like a virgin hatchling. This feels nice, but it would take days before I felt a single stir in my sheath. I will teach you better ways to bring my pleasure, my pet,"

Sam let the testicles roll from his hands and flop back onto the bedding. His hands were clear-coated in a consistent layer of sweat, wafting the gryphon's musk up into his face. He stared down at them, and couldn't help but let a tiny smile crack his lips. Being between the gryphon's legs, surrounded by his warmth and sexual power, felt right. He wanted to be here. He had been right about his submission, and he was glad for it. "What... will you teach me first... Master?"

Talos looked down at his new pet and smiled widely.

"Everything."