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The two gryphons - Storm and his pet-huntmate Ceylon - remained perched high atop a scrawny, half-dead tree, both sets of eyes trained on a rather large deer that would hopefully be their meals for the week.

Storm, the larger, bipedal and sentient gryph, stole a sidelong glance at his pet and nodded, pointing towards the deer, silently instructing her to attack, and attack she did.

Silent as an owl, the feral gryphon hopped forward off the thick, dead tree branch and swooped down and around, gliding silently inches above the grass towards the deer. Silent as she may have been, The deer caught a glimpse of her form and took off, bolting towards the treeline; but it was too late. Ceylon's speed and angle had the gryphon catch up within seconds, extending her talons forward to rake them across the deer's back to open up two sets of bloody claw marks, followed by her hind paws knocking it off its feet. Before the Deer could get back up, Ceylon had flared out her wings, did a quick backflip, and landed heavily on the frightened, bleeding creature, digging her talons into its ribcage and her beak into its neck.

Just as Ceylon finally had her prey subdued, Storm got to his feet and heaved his spear with all his might directly at the mass of feathers and fur, impaling the deer's neck as Ceylon hopped to the side, as they'd practised. Instantly, the brown-furred beast fell limp, dead on the ground with a spear through its neck, pinning it to the dirt.

Storm, proud of himself and his hunting mate, hopped down out of the tree, spreading his wings a second before landing to slow his descent. "Goood girl!" He announced, leaning over to usher Ceylon back to his side.

Ceylon, with beak and claws covered and dripping in blood, hopped over the dead meal and quickly fell in step beside her master, eagerly looking up for affection with beak agape as her tail flicked and swayed. Her wings remained tight against her back, not daring to spread even a bit for fear of them getting caught on the sticks and branches of the clearing.

The two of them stopped a few feet from the deer, a puddle of blood almost reaching their claws between the blades of grass and rock. Storm reached down to give Ceylon a scritch behind her ears. "Good job. Very good girl, that's what I like." he was careful to not rub her beak too much, he didn't need blood on his hands while he was trying to clean the deer. With one quick motion, he grabbed his spear, tugged it from the deer's neck, and wiped the blade off on the dry grass stalks; well, as much as would come off.

Reaching into his satchel, Storm grabbed a rope and tied it around the deer's hind legs, pulling it tight before lifting it up and dragging it back to the edge of the clearing. He tossed the free end of the rope over the lowest branch of the nearest tree and yanked on it, dangling the dead deer upside down to drain it of all its blood. Not surprisingly, it didn't take long for the blood to stop dripping. Ceylon, his obedient pet and companion, sat still beside him, licking her talons as clean as they would get.

Once the deer was fully emptied of its blood, Storm dropped it from the tree and slung the carcass over his shoulder, motioning with his free hand for Ceylon to follow, which she did happily, carrying her master's spear in her beak, head held high in pride as she trotted alongside the taller bipded.

Storm didn't usually talk while on hunting trips, not even to his companion, so the trip was mostly silent save the occasional thwack of spear smacking against a tree's trunk or their feet cracking twigs and branches in the underbrush of the forest.

Along the way to the plains that lined the great forest, they came across a stream where they stopped to get clean. Ceylon could care less about her beak, but Storm was sure to set the deer aside and take the spear from his pet, kneel down and dip his hand in the flowing water, bringing up a palm full to clean her off. He used his free hand to cradle her lower beak, aiming her gaze up to his before splashing her blood-soaked beak, rubbing at it till it was free of the dried blood. She tried to pull away as the bits of water dribbled over her nares, but he held her tight until she was clean.

Somewhat irritated, she shook her head and sneezed, making sure her passageway was cleaned. As she was exasperatedly choking on the hints of water that she'd accidentally inhaled, Storm took her paws one by one and rubbed them clean of the blood that had caked on from her kill. "That's a good gryph, just, one more second, let me finish up here. Okay, good girl." Once he was done, he rubbed his beak on hers and they shared a gentle purr before heading off.

He grabbed his prey and she grabbed his spear, and they were soon back on the trek home.

Less than an hour later, they emerged from the bush into a wide open plain between the forest and Kossy mountain range. At the base of that mountain range, a few kilometers down stream in the valley, lie their village. It would only take them the afternoon to return home, but Storm wasn't ready for a return; instead, he felt it was time to take a bit of a break. He shot a sidelong glance down at his gryphon companion and smirked.

He was an accomplished hunter and tribes leader, but was without a mate. He had a harem that he was free to have his way with, but nothing compared to the warmth of a true companion. Ceylon could be that companion, they spent enough time together as it was, and she was certainly the type to beg for companionship both in and out of heat.

With a calm deliberation, Storm lowered himself to one knee and patted at his thighs, ushering Ceylon to come and stand in front of him. She dropped the spear from her beak and hopped up against him, leaning her talons against his chest as she licked at his beak. He was more than happy to let her, so he leaned into her affection, nuzzling at her neck and preening her feathers as she did the same to him. He reached around her form and gave her wing shoulders a bit of a rub and a scritch, catching a whisp of her tail swaying back and forth.

"That's right, Ceylon, gryph." He muttered, mostly to himself as he slowly reached down her back, letting his claws walk their way down her flank until they were giving her rump cheeks a massage.

She loved the affection, but didn't yet figure out what was going on. Her tail continued to wag and sway, and she continued preening at Storm's floofy neck feathers, even though he'd stopped preening hers; his concentration was focused on his wandering talons that were inches away from her nethers.

Not quite ready to test her, he slowly walked his fingers up her backside again, burying them beneath her wings, giving their warmth a rub. She loved it when he massaged her inside her wing shoulders, so she spread her wing out and leaned into it, still nuzzled deep in his neck fluff. A gentle churr emerged from her beak, her warm breath moistening his neck.

Ceylon kept leaning into the underwing rubs until she tripped a bit, falling off Storm's body to land back on all fours, where she ruffled her wing, put it back in place, and looked back up at storm, beak agape in a content grin, tail swaying idly behind her. Excited, she reached down and picked the spear back up in her beak, looking back up at Storm, waiting to get going again.

Storm shook his head slowly, grabbing the spear from her beak and leaning it against a nearby tree. "No no dear, we're not ready to go just yet. Soon. Soon." he cupped her chin in his one hand and nuzzled her beak, focusing her attention on his eyes as he reached over her body and curled his digits around the underside of her tail. He gave a gentle rub on the inside of her rump cheek, then waited for her response.

She was happy to let him give a rub, in fact she lifted her tail a bit while backing away, cocking her head to the side, and curving her spine to point her backside at him. "Chr?" she mewled, still pushing her beak into his palm.

Storm couldn't help but let out a churr of his own. A smile spread across his beak as he gently walked his fingers in towards his pet's nether lips. As soon as his digits pressed against her moist flesh, he found that she was especially tender, and there was a tangible, moist trail dribbling down her slit, dripping off the rounded clit. She was in heat, or at least about to be. She was ready and needed to be bred.

With his fingers still idly prodding at Ceylon's puffy lips, Storm shifted his weight to get a better grip on her rump, tugging at her to bring her backside closer. As he gave a gentle rub up and down her moist, velvety slit, she tensed her muscles to lift her tail up high and to the side, giving Storm a glorious view of the ebony flesh that lined her rump and nether lips. As he trailed the back of his fingers up to her rump, a sliver of cherry pink split apart between her lips, a single bead of her honey dribbling down to her clit, quivering in the air before falling to the moss covered ground below.

A sudden burst of moist, warm pheromones overwhelmed the hunter's nares as Ceylon's lips parted. Her tail was still, so the scent didn't disperse, it just rose upwards like a cloud of mist to envelop Storm's face, which drove his arousal into overdrive. He wanted more; no, he needed more, and she was more than happy to give it to her master.

Another rub down her slit followed by Storm slowly pushing two fingers in deep coaxed Ceylon's tail higher and her back to tense up. A rippling muscle spasm rocked her hindquarters and culminated in her canal walls, clenching tight on storms fingers and pushing them out as her lips rolled outward, exposing more of her cherry pink flesh and the fleshy ebony nub that was her meaty, juicy clit. A small spurt of her fluids spat out alongside Storms fingers to splatter on the ground between her parted legs.

Storm couldn't resist having another go at that wonderful passage, so he gave her exposed clit a gentle, circular rub before pushing fingers back inside her. She tensed up again, rippled, velvety walls clamping down hard on his digits, but he pushed in deeper, curling his fingers and rubbing on her engorged sweet spot, the motions creating a series of squishes each accompanied by little spurts of fluid that splattered all over his palm.

He couldn't resist any longer, couldn't hold himself back. His pointed tip had already grown to half mast within his sheathe and was poking out, slick purple flesh smeared in self lubrication that reflected the day's sun. Ceylon had her tail jacked up high, arched over her back as she cranked her neck back to look over her shoulder, a deep, pleasant churr constantly vibrating through her chest and out her beak. As Storm pulled his digits from her sex, she leaned back, practically begging for more; her eyes asked for it, enhancing her body language that screamed 'fill me'!

With a deep breath, Storm backed away and rubbed his sheathe, pulling the skin back to expose more of his member. He brought his femcum-soaked fingers up to his beak to get a sample of the thick, powerful aroma. It was truly overwhelming. Just a gentle whiff of it sent a wave of blood to his extremities, engorging them a little more with each rapid heartbeat. He closed his eyes and craned his neck back, shuddering in delight as he imagined the things this gryph-mare of his could do to him, and he to her. He quickly brushed the fantasies away as he looked down at her, still in front of him aiming her backside at his crotch, glancing over her shoulder with needy eyes and a steady churr, as if to demand a breeding of him.

His heart raced as his thoughts danced in his mind. She wanted it, he didn't need her permission but she was giving it anyway. She was such a lovely, mindful companion, it would be immoral to leave her wanting. Every pet owner, and even gryphoner, knew that as a pet's master, it was their job to satisfy their every need, and even some desires.

With only a hint of hesitation, He leaned over to a nearby tree stump that had to be a meter wide at least and patted its mostly flat surface. "Up." he said simply. As he tossed his bow to the side of said stump.

She obeyed, straightening herself out before hopping up, tail swaying behind her, wafting her estrus aroma right into his face, forcing him to calm himself so he didn't jump her loins right there. Once up on the stump, she went to spin around to look Storm in the eyes, as he was still on his knees and therefore at her eye level, but he stopped her, grabbing both of her hips and holding her steady.

"Mrr?" She purred, looking around her side at Storm. She tried to spin again, but Storm held her in place, rump aimed directly at her face. She lowered her tail as far down as she could, covering and protecting her sex.

But that certainly didn't stop the lustful Hunter, who roughly pushed her tail to the side and rubbed the curve of his beak between her cheeks, sliding it up and down her slit to smear her fluids all over him. She was so hot right now; as he wiggled and rubbed his beak into her, more of her fluids collected on him and literally dripped off the top of his beak, which he happily licked clean before letting even a single drop go to waste. Her honey was so sweet, he demanded more.

With one hand on each rump cheek, he slowly massaged with both thumbs inward until he was inside her, prying her open and pulling her lips apart to get a good look at her quivering canal. She opened right up, inviting whatever he had to offer right on in. He couldn't dare leave her empty inside. He gaped open his beak and leaned into her, pushing his tongue out from his beak and into her, lapping at her walls and sucking up as much of her fluids as he was able.

She loved every minute of it! She rocked back and forth as he thrust his beak in and out of her. Only an inch of his tip actually penetrated her, but that didn't stop her from leaning into him to take all she could. Her tail remained arched over her back as she squatted down and pushed back, muscles convulsing, vulva clenching on his tongue and clit pushing out. Little spurts of cum erupted from her slit right onto his beak, which he happily lapped up, only to nuzzle into her lips, smearing each ounce of fluid all over her backside. There was a clear, round, dark spot of wet fur and flesh surrounding her cunny, which he happily nuzzled into, broadening its borders.

His cock was throbbing, knot expanding with each heartbeat. He did contain himself, though, trying his best to not let the bulbs inflate fully. If they did, he'd never be able to truly enjoy his companion! He gave himself a gentle rub on the tip, careful to not squeeze his knot or base, because that would inflate him to full girth.

Up he stepped from his knees, not even worrying about the dirt and leaves that clung to the fur on his joints. He gave her rump a pat as he gave himself a rub. The contact pushed her tail up even higher, and she was at perfect height to bury himself into her, so he did. He used his fingers to guide his tip to her meaty, thick lips as he held her firm with his other hand, leaning into her with one quick motion. His tapered shaft parted her sopping wet, velvety lips with ease, filling her up quickly. His gently bulging knot pressed against her lips before he reached her depth limit, so he pushed a little harder. The feeling of her silken walls smothering him, clenching down, and contracting around him was unlike any of the girls in his harem. Though eager and willing, nothing was like an orgasmic gryph-mare, especially one in heat and literally dripping with anticipation.

He gently withdrew from her, but her canals tightened, forming a seal inside her and around him that sucked on his shaft, coaxing the first beads of slick fluid from his depths to blend with hers. She was more than happy to push back again, almost tripping and falling off the stump if it meant not being left empty, devoid of drake. Sensing her desire, Storm couldn't help but push back into her, feeling every inch of his length slide between her folds, stretching her out.

She quivered in delight as her churrs devolved into a growl, then into a mumble, then a purr that returned to a churr. Her whole body rocked as she pushed down on him, muscles spasming to massage the drake inside her, clenching from lips to depths, sucking him inward. Her incredibly moist lips coupled with her occasional spurts of femcum that splattered against the underside of his knot and balls helped the emerging bulbs of arousal to press into her. The gryph-Mare's cunny had no problem swallowing the drake's knot; her soft, slick lips spread wide, stretching open to slide over his twin bulbs, lurching over the far end to close down around its base, sucking him in as deep as he would go.

Storm let out a grunt as he leaned over, legs weakening as he clenched his muscles. Her cunny basically opened up and sucked him in! Feral, carnal instincts took over and he regained his composure, gripping at her hips and pulling her back, forcing her rump cheeks to squish against his thighs, smearing fluid all over him. Her cunny winked again, sucking his knot in deeper and pressing his tip against her cervix as another spurt of gryph-maregasm fluid exploded onto his sheath, dribbling down to his balls.

He tugged back, but his knot had grown full inside her, pressing out against her flesh to lock it in place. Every time he moved or tried to thrust, it just tugged on him and spun around inside her, bulbs rubbing against her sensitive spots.

"Mraw!" Ceylon let out a brisk shriek as his knot jerked to the side, resting in an uncomfortable spot. She pushed back and clenched down, forcing it back to a more enjoyable rotation, which once again sent a massive, powerful wave of pleasure from Storm's crotch, up his spine, and into the back of his neck, this time triggering his dominant side.

Knot fully engorged and resting gently inside Ceylon's roomy, pulsating, inexplicably snug pussy, Storm leaned over and pushed her chest to the ground, locking her in place as his other hand wrapped around her upper thigh. She let out a confused but needy mewl, but he paid it no mind. He pulled at his knot, spinning it inside her as it slowly withdrew. He glanced down between his body and her rump to see her stretchy, meaty vulva wrought out to its limits to hold his knot inside. Her clit was winking, convulsing in an attempt to clamp down on him, but he kept tugging until one of his bulbs burst from her confines, releasing a splash of their combined fluids against his thigh.

"CAW!" She let out a shriek as his knot exploded from her, and she tried to pull off him, but he kept her pinned to the ground, hand still firm on her thigh; she wasn't going anywhere until he was ready to let her go.

After getting another firm grip, he thrust forth, his fully engorged knot compressing ever so slightly to pop back into her with an audible squish, expanding inside her with a series of throbs. Her protest was dulled as he once again slipped into a comfortable angle, knot pulsating inside her quavering cunny walls. Still pressed firm against the tree stump, she squatted down to press her rump against her master's crotch, wiggling her hips and bucking gently with each motion.

"Goooood girl." Storm cooed, lifting his hand from her shoulders to give her a gentle caress. His cock was lodged firm and deep inside her, his pointed tip resting in the crook of her cervix. He gave a little tug again to get a bit of motion, and he found her lips parted with relative ease this time, the last, violent tug having tenderized her flesh enough that she was no longer tight enough to trap him inside.

He was okay with this. Utilizing his newfound freedom within her smothering confines, he gave a series of gentle tugs and thrusts, each one pulling his member just a bit further out before finally resting, enjoying the gentle massages of her undulating pussy walls. She clenched her pussy, winking clit and pursing lips out from vulva to her depths, inward every time, and every time she coaxed another steamy spurt from her drake master. His eye twitched as he lurched over, a sudden wave of pleasure exploding in his member, travelling into his gut, through his dangling, bulbous orbs, and back through his member to explode into her.

This pleasure, his climax, shot through his body intermittently, each time getting a bit more powerful. As each shot rocked from his body into hers, coaxed out of him by her rippling muscles, he felt his member sloshing about inside. His seed was literally flooding her cunny and womb; it wasn't until she relaxed that he felt her firm opening widen, sucking in each bit of their combined fluids and his seed into her deepest depths. That relaxation was also when her walls let loose; he could feel his knot beginning to slip out of her.

She leaned back over her body, chest still pressed firmly on the tree stump, as she rolled to her side, hips tugging on his knot as she tried to lay on her back.

He wanted to keep her up, at perfect height to give her a proper mounting, but as his seed left him, so did his aggressive, dominant side. Instead, he just wanted to cuddle with her, making her the happiest gryph-mare this side of the Kossy Mountains.

Once she was on her back, and he was leaning down to make sure his member didn't get pushed out of her, he leaned over the girls body and nuzzled into her chest floof, preening at her feathers as she laid her head back, beak agape. She tried to roll side to side, all fours in the air atop the stump, but his body stopped her, and he grabbed her front paw, giving it a gentle rub.

As she lay on her back, wings gently spreading out, she gazed upwards directly into her drake master's eyes, beak clattering with love. She wanted affection, she got it, and now she was infatuated. At least that's how Storm saw it. She always seemed to love him, and she stayed with him even when he didn't demand her company, and that look, those beautiful blue eyes, they hypnotized him. Not really, but in that instant he knew he found his companion.

Her slit was still dripping wet with their combined fluids, and was quivering in delight and a hint of discomfort; like any good knotting session should be. He knew that she was satisfied. He wanted more, but he knew they'd be alone again, very soon.

Storm gave a gentle tug, his slowly deflating knot slipping from her confines with relative ease, releasing a torrent of clear and pearl fluids, the last bulge of his knot escaping in a sudden pop. He was okay with the mess, the aroma was unlike anything the harem girls wafted his way.

With his knot extracted but shaft still in her confines, Ceylon rolled to the side, rocking back and forth before hopping to her feet, eagerly lapping at his partially limp member, cleaning every inch!

"H-hey!" He stuttered, not exactly sure what to think, but as he was about to reprimand her, he came to his senses and let her have her way with him. "O-oh! Yeah, good girl. Real good girl." He patted her head as she lapped at the underside of his cock, poking the tip of her forked tongue into his sheathe, nuzzling his balls, and preening at the fur around his crotch. She was very thorough, dragging her tongue along every inch of his flesh as it slowly receded back to its sheath. Right as the tip was disappearing, she gave it one final lick, then sucked her tongue back in and looked up at Storm, beak agape, panting and smiling.

"Now THAT'S a good girl." He cooed as he idly rubbed at his tingling sheathe. Not a single trace of his seed remained on his crotch or her beak, and once she came to realize there was nothing left there, she leaned back, lifted her leg, and licked at her own cunny.

Storm loved to watch, but realized it was time to carry on with their trip. He leaned down to grab his bow, sure to pause with his head right beside her meaty lips, before standing straight up and slinging it over his shoulder. He grabbed at the spear that was still leaning against the tree beside them, and offered it to Ceylon, who quickly ignored her still juicy cunny to hop up on him, resting her talons against his chest as she preened his neck feathers.

A tingle ran down his spine that twitched his tailtip as her warm breath tickled his ear.

She leaned upwards and pressed her beak right against his cheek and whispered, silent as can be and with the most heavenly of voices, "I've been waiting for years for you to do that to me..." she trailed off, grabbed the spear, and hopped down off the stump, turning her hear and giving a wink as she trotted away, leaving Storm stunned in place.