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An Unexpected Encounter

A new day dawned and this time it was Ikram's turn to hunt, leaving Dagur to protect the fortress, as wary a guardian as hunter. Unlike a gryphon however, who has the advantage to strike from the air, Ikram only had stealth and cunning to match against that of his prey.

Stalking through the dense forest brush near a small creek, Ikram slowed to a standstill as he caught sight of a stag grazing in the small clearing before him, lifting its great antlered head now and then before returning to the lush vegetation lining the water's edge. Where a stag is, the deer will follow he knew by experience, and thus he chose to wait quietly for the herd to gather in full, staying well downwind lest the stag be alerted to his presence. Though never easy, getting a grasp on one of them was easier when the retreat was urged by fear and chaos, and he hoped to take two down with a well-timed execution.

Unfortunately for Ikram, chaos seemed to have found him first as he watched the herd glance and turn around nervously at the edge before dashing away from the clearing, a clear sense of danger. Stepping from his hiding place, he turned his own snout to the wind, finally able to determine that it had not been his scent that made them flee, but that of another dragon. He approached the clearing cautiously, then couldn't believe his eyes as he indeed saw a dragoness arrayed in scales of a deep verdant jade before him, approaching with equal measure from the other side.

Ikram kept his spear at the ready by his side regardless of his own surprise, though faltering slightly as a stranger smell found its way to his senses. The female appeared to be smaller than most of the clan females he could remember, maybe half again his height at the shoulder, though his experience mostly included the elders of his father's council; realizing the scent with greater wonder to dull the slight warmth rising to his scales, he had never seen a female so soon to be experiencing their first heat.

She had a graceful curve to her scales rather than the flexible spinal ridges that males and some females of his clan would have at their back, and a thinner, arcing twist to her horns, but her eyes were of a bright yellow. Something was odd about them though, and the pattern of her scales as well, as if he knew this dragoness from somewhere, and a striking feature was the doubled tail which reminded Ikram of a dragon he knew a little too well. Girdled around the base of her neck, she carried a large bandolier not unlike a horse's saddle to his eyes, and filled with more than a few potions filled with oddly colored liquids as well as randomly shaped pouches, the faint odors of fresh gathered herbs doing little to mask the more potent scent of the dragoness herself.

Ikram was the first to speak while he appraised her form with growing appeal, though still with lingering uncertainty, "I hadn't suspected any other intelligent being to live in these remote woods, much less that of my own kind. May I ask your name?"

The young dragoness stopped but a short neck-length before him and tilted her head, eyeing Ikram as well from head to tail as she dipped her snout to his level, "My name is Shaverne. And you appear to stand on two legs like those humans do, your scales are most curious, like they could reflect the light of the moon itself. I'm sure that would look beautiful at night. What is your name?"

He smiled at the mention of his scales, more to conceal the growing blush coloring the pale thinner patches on his muzzle, motioning in the direction of the water's flow, "Shaverne then, my name is Ikram. I used to live with my clan near the mountain where the nearby river springs from. I left when I grew old enough to sustain myself. I am not a dragon by pure blood, but of human blood as well as you can tell, and I am accompanied by my feathered friend, Dagur, a gryphon who is currently guarding the fortress where we have come to dwell for the time being." He then asked her his unspoken question, "Why are you so far away from your clan, or would you be one of the renegades perhaps?"

Chuckling, Shaverne answered, "I am a servant of nature, caring for the health of animals and plants alike. I saw signs of a disturbance a few weeks ago, but now I've met the source it would seem, your hunting for legitimate purposes. I was worried that more of those reckless hominids had come to scavenge through the fortress you mentioned earlier, the call of gold and adventure brings them around at least every half-century or so by my watch." She smiled, arcing down to stretch her claws and wings languidly before him, "This clearing is a good place to meet and talk about, perhaps even for more... natural desires."

Ikram widened his eyes as she suggested something he instinctively desired about her. It was not unusual for unmated females who had no luck with potential mates to seek out roaming and hunting males in order to offer themselves and satisfy their desires, even outside the regular mating seasons, but he had to ask, to make sure he understood her, "Are you sure about it, even as I am?"

She nodded and grinned toothily, "Yes, you heard correctly, my dear Ikram." Turning the stretch into a roll, Shaverne settled down on her side and forepaws facing him, using the tips of her tails to flick gently at his neck, "Even as you are, there are plenty of ways to satisfy a dragoness if that's what worries you."

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he stepped closer beside her snout, leaving his spear out of the way against a boulder as she seemed not to be a threat to him, "Your scent drives my thoughts mad and you seem so young... is that your first heat?"

Shaverne nodded and grinned again, lifting her head to coerce him to step closer with a flick of her tongue at his muzzle, "You're right about the scent, but don't worry, I won't bite... yet."

He exhaled softly as he felt a familiar bulge against his leathers, then took deep breath to keep himself to educated thoughts, failing completely as his senses were slowly inundated with the smell, reaching out to touch the emerald scales along her neck. She arced into Ikram's touch and licked over Ikram's snout, chuckling again before nudging gently under his armor with her tail, "Come now, such fine scales shouldn't be hidden behind the skins taken from your prey."

Ikram managed to turn his gaze aside a moment, wondering with some sense shame as to whether it would be right to take a wild female dragon, since he was still Dagur's mate, not that gryphons were particularly well known for their fidelity after the hatching. But he never would have this chance again he convinced himself, and while he hadn't attempted it yet at least with his insatiable feathered lover, he would like to feel the experience of taking a female in turn rather than being taken. He nodded, then removed his leather armor and stretched as well, as much for her enjoyment as his own as he felt the gleam of amber eyes upon him, the tip of his drakehood having slipped free of its slit in the process.

Shaverne took notice of it as well when he turned to face her, curling her neck over to take in the spicier masculine scent, and taste as her tongue flicked out again and again before slowly coiling around the tip and easing into the warm slit and wrapping around the entire length as she pulled it free into the confines of her waiting maw with a quick suckle.

The rippling twisting muscle, still teasing smirk of the dragoness between his legs, and that heavy scent had Ikram trembling on a dreamlike edge for a few moments before the moans settled in, grasping speechless at her horns while blushing fiercely now, a faintly pink flush tinging all his scales now with the sudden pleasure being received, and so easily taken away as he found Shaverne pulling back just as he was beginning to thrust against her snout.

Licking her lips in anticipation now, Shaverne replied coyly, "There is one thing though... You'll need to drink a potion. As I am sure, you probably do not want to become the father unwillingly, nor would I press it upon any stranger." She took a vial off her saddle and handed it to him, "This will make sure that your seed will be rejected to my own, and will take effect immediately."

Ikram uncorked the vial and sniffed at it. The smell was sharp and sour, but looking again at the mesmerizing sea of emerald scales, he braved drinking it, feeling nothing special as he downed the vial's content, but a short moment later a slight tingly feeling traveled down from his stomach as the content spread throughout his body and concentrated itself between his legs, feeling his shaft pulse harder than ever with a grunt and a slight twitch forward of his hips, waiting to be buried somewhere warm.

Shaverne explained it to him with a failed attempt at a stern expression in her lust-addled state, "The side effect will be increased arousal and a longer, stickier, albeit effect-less, release." She grinned at the thought and all its connotations, and proceeded to present herself before him, twisting about to the most natural position with her hips and tail raised high overhead, relaxing her wings against warm earth, "Now you may."

Stepping forward with less inhibition after the sudden assault on his senses, Ikram still marveled at the glistening green scales before him, shifting to the brighter crimson of those heat-drenched folds as his eyes roamed over the base of her tail. His claws trailed smoothly down the finer scales as he knelt behind, wrapping paws around to caress her flanks while he brought his muzzle down to lap ravenously at her vent, parting the slick lips with his sinuous tongue. Combined with the arousal caused by the potion, that scent near drove him insane as he tasted the fiery lust-enriched fluids, his shaft throbbing almost painfully hard and spurting more pre over the grass below. Wanting to make the most of the encounter while he had the chance, rolling his tongue out as far as he could go, and easing his snout into her vent as he found the room, breathing deep of the luscious incense, much to Shaverne's pleased twitching surprise he noticed with a grin as he felt her muscles tightening with a flood of her sticky fluids at the intrusion. Not feeling any sort of barrier made him wonder just how deep the female could be.

Soft moans rose to his earfins as his tongue brushed over a particularly sensitive area, and he finally dragged himself from her depths, flicking teasingly over the second, smaller opening and savoring the firm nub of her clit for a moment until he could hear the pleasant music of a desperate dragoness again, before lapping back skyward. He circled and dipped in at her tailvent to satisfy the last of his undisclosed desires, finding her thoroughly prepared in every way to his delight as the fresher taste of minty herbs graced his tongue, then gripped his paws around her tail to support his weight, belly scales pressed tight against the underside as he rose to his feet.

Looking down, a pair of golden slits were staring intently back at him, and Shaverne let out a half-growling purr as the tip of her tail curled back to wrap around his waist, grinning toothily in response, "Surely even a half-breed knows better than to keep a dragoness waiting."

He took the hint as his member slipped up against the smooth dripping scales, pulsing harder at the suggestion, leaning over and gripping with both arms tight around her tail before ramming his pulsing length deep inside her heated vent with a wet squelch and a splash of more slick fiery essence to moisten the ground below.

Ikram growled delightedly in return as he felt his length finally enveloped within a warm wet tunnel for the first time. He had never braved taking a female gryphon in secret as most of the proud males were fiercely jealous with any potential mate. He dragged out his shaft until just the tip was inside, increasingly saw-like ridges along the underside popping out with further splatters meant to prevent it from being plugged out too early and making an early dislodging even more difficult. Driving back in to rub his scales against hers in the sticky embrace, he shifted until the tip of his shaft ground right at the center his tongue had discovered before, gently nipping at her tail with the sound of her sweet moans igniting the air once again as he found his rhythm with her, rolling deep and drawing his hips back high with every thrust.

Shaverne answered his growls with her own rumbling prrum and coiled the ends of her far longer tails around his, adding powerful momentum to the scale-smacking beat. The prickling tingle he felt when he drank the potion ebbed, the instinctual desire of mating drowning out any residual suspicion he might've had. What he failed to notice though was the gradual lengthening of his slit, perfectly matched to the tight folds clutching his shaft in all but size. It only added to the pleasure though as he felt the added warmth spreading from within, exciting the pair even more as he shoved harder, surrendering to the lustful haze of breeding.

The dragoness tore into the grass below them with her claws and let her tongue hang out wetly, adding her saliva to the growing sticky puddle below. The constant attention to her most sensitive nerves had her clenching snug to that hard length despite the lack of girth, though relatively excessive for human standards, and the feral energy he displayed more than made it up to her. The familiar details as her walls clenched and trembled closer to the edge had her thinking he might've inherited more of his father's blood than that of the hominids.

Ikram didn't care either way, he cared for the instinct, for the goal to mate, and though the final prize eluded his reach, he growled, sinking teeth harder, if harmlessly into her tail as he felt his knot swelling, yielding an effortless wet schlick as it sunk into her passage, and a heavy schlorp with yet another gush of their combined fluids as he pulled back out again.

Shaverne hissed and massaged his member as she finally felt some fulfillment, bucking firmly against him, "Plunge in all you have, empty yourself inside me!"

It was a great moment, like salvation for Ikram as he loosed all his tension and concealed resentment on her with his seed, his very essence rolling hot and strong down that pulsing length, as he first imagined, then could almost see her belly starting to swell. Instinctively digging into that hot flesh with the pressure of his knot, he tried to keep all of it inside by tugging himself in deeper by her tail, indirectly wrenching a roar from Shaverne as he felt her walls squeeze heavily around his knot before dissolving into a rapid rippling inferno.

He couldn't prevent streams of creamy dragon cum spilling from between his knot and her channel, nor his panting groans as it felt like those clenching walls were pulling all he had out by force. Ikram savored the feeling, hardly able to stand as he slumped against her tail, but slowly he could feel the pressure receding, and the thought of eggs came instinctively, though he remembered otherwise.

Shaverne gave a satisfied rumble as she felt him start to withdraw; leaving her hindquarters raised high to keep in as much as possible. Ikram leaned down to the proffered dish, taking one sniff of her full dripping slit before dipping his muzzle in and lapping at the sweet glaze of sticky white seed. He breathed of her slit again and the scent of heat seemed to slowly ebb down, or was that just his imagination?

Having taken his fill, he walked up and down before her and Shaverne leaned her head down between his legs as she lapped his slowly receding member and slit clean in return which somehow felt even more arousing than usual. When finished to her satisfaction, the dragoness winked at him with an ambiguous expression before standing up and taking to the air, still drooling a trail of seed behind he noticed with a smirk.

Ikram looked towards her as she took to the sky, then righted himself up and examined his groin curiously, where he had felt that his slit was somehow enlarged. He licked a sheathed finger and dragged in below where his shaft would appear, finding that it slipped in effortlessly as he sunk a second, and yet third past the lips of his slit, much as he had seen with Shaverne. It left a warm tingling sensation as he pulled his paw free and licked the now wet appendage tentatively, finding that the simple touch made him nervous and hunger for more. He often did that to coax out his own member, but it never felt so intense, and the stab never reached that deep before.

Shuddering, he took out the fingers and licked them clean, shaking his head for clarity as he stood up and focused on putting his armor back on and grabbed his spear from where it had fallen over somehow. His eyes widened in shock as he looked to where he thought the sun would be, almost to the horizon rather than just overhead before his distraction. It was almost evening and he had yet to catch even the scrawniest of vermin. Although the herd of deer and stag must be far away now he still decided to try to trace the path they might have taken and followed as fast as he could manage without disturbing half the forest.

An hour of tracing and following passed, but he lost track as they led across a wide river gap. Instead however, he noticed familiar footprints near the others and checking twice to make certain, there was no mistaking a gryphon's.

A Sudden Change

Sniffing carefully at these, he recognized Dagur's scent, and clearly noticed the sense of urgency in the scattered markings, probably searching for him he guessed. Food can wait, as it would be effortless with Dagur's help, so Ikram followed the steps his gryphon left. The trail led him to a lake and from there back through another clearing where the trail stopped at a deeper set of furrows in the earth.

It appeared senseless to wander as Dagur had likely lifted off to further seek him from above. Instead, Ikram decided to wait in that clearing, and as evening progressed toward nightfall, he gathered some loose brush and twigs to stack for a campfire if necessary, surrounded in the dark-ribbed trunks and dense foliage circling around the clearing as he was now thoroughly lost, but also to be a signal for Dagur. A sense of anxiety touched his thoughts as he thought of his feathered companion, though he couldn't quite place the cause. He breathed a small stream of sparks to conserve energy, letting air and the dry heat of early fall complete the ignition. As he crouched down with his tail beside the small warmth he tried to clear his thoughts and get around the nervousness which only seemed to grow like the fire at his paws; whether with some residual emotion at his first time of mating, or worry for his friend perhaps, Ikram could not say.

A loud screech woke him a few hours later as dusk was settling in, giving the treetops a bright orange glow, to where he thought his eyes deceived him as the trees appeared to be burning a moment while his blurred vision receded, finding himself rather awkwardly positioned on his side with his head to the smoldering fire. He heard the sound of large wings fluttering nearby, and turned to see that Dagur had finally found him, squawking rather joyously unlike his usual reserved demeanor. Hastening to Ikram's side as he rose up to his elbows, Dagur licked happily over his muzzle, then vexingly nudged him firmly down on his back, locking a stern gaze into his eyes before the gryphon proceeded to check over every scale. Passing over his crotch with but a teasing lick, the amber beak then returned to sniff intently at Ikram in confusion, first nuzzling under at his back where, thanks to Dagur, Ikram now could feel that his back-spines had started shrinking, and then rising back to the base of his tail as Dagur lowered his nares and sniffed along the underside, up to his slit as the gryphon then trilled in surprise, dipping back down to lick and then taste of it.

Ikram tilted his head in wonder at that strange behavior, then questioned his gryphon apprehensively, "You want to mate? Here? I don't think that would be a good idea. Shouldn't we head back first?" The gryphon shook its head in disagreement and screeched in protest, nipping encouragingly at Ikram's back to coerce him into releasing his leather trappings.

He attempted a look of disapproval, but the irresistible will of a gryphon was too much, and a grinning chuckle escaped as he relented to Dagur's determined intentions. He then stood up moved with haste lest Dagur shred through another perfectly serviceable set of coverings. As expected, Dagur wouldn't even give him time to get used to the fresh air on his scales as he was roughly pounced and shoved onto all fours under Dagur's fluffy bulk, eagle-like claws digging in at his back for a secure grip. Ikram breathed in hesitantly, not knowing why Dagur would react so intensely, yet raised his tail nonetheless, as these spontaneous actions often brought the best results for both of them.

Pulling back slightly, Dagur lapped eagerly over the lengthened slit, making Ikram wince even more as he shoved in deep with the prehensile tongue. The upper half of his slit bulged visibly in arousal while the lower half grew wet and warm along with the growing heat to his muzzle as Ikram blushed and waited, tensing and relaxing as he felt that thick length exploring unknown depths of pleasure within, then looked down to see his own shaft starting to slip free while he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

Not that he expected a sensible answer of course, but this time Dagur snarled at him in warning, wrenching a gasp from Ikram as he swiftly withdrew, then nipped at the underside of the smooth-scaled tail, caused Ikram to shiver with some anticipation now. Paws kneading the ground, he stood still with tail lifted obediently, signaling his readiness despite not really feel like it, though that changed as soon as he felt a hot spire of gryphon flesh swiftly sinking into his slit rather than his tailhole, and Ikram snarled in startled surprise, barely managing to hold his fire lest he would have set his feathered lover alight in self-defense.

The impossible feeling drove him - or rather her now - to convulse, new muscles clenching hard with freshly firing nerve endings she'd never expected to have, nor that deep as Ikram felt Dagur's slick fleshy barbs sliding in effortlessly, so much easier now as she spread her legs wide to accept the thick pulsing pride of his mate, and she realized that now she must indeed be a female, giving voice to the rising moans in her throat.

Dagur recognized Ikram's discomfort and waited, yet already the full girth of his member was entirely hilted, slowly lubricating the narrow channel with spurts of pre. He licked over Ikram's neck with his tongue to soothe her. Did the female dragon I recently met induce that change on me because of the gryphon's situation? Ikram thought and sighed, then looked down between her legs as she noticed that she still had her male-hood about her, throbbing heavily between her legs so that she wondered how she might've missed its presence in the first place.

Ikram decided she had to agree with the druid if that was the case; this was the best possible way for her to help Dagur, nor was it all that different really she thought as her muscles tightened to trembling again. Slowly, she arced back into those warm sticky feathers to show her acquiescence, and Dagur began by dragging out until only the barbed tip was just barely catching at her tender lips, dragging a groan from Ikram with the flesh-tingling edges before the gryphon swiftly buried his length again.

Her own drooling member desperately called for a claw's attention, but the massive force over her kept claws digging earth, focusing instead on the incredible sensations from her awakened slit as she tried bucking back to meet the lust-driven thrusts helping Dagur set into the best rhythm for both of them, which just happened to be hard and deep. It was so much than she had ever felt through her tailvent, sewn up as her channel was with delicate nerves and veins to ensure a warm, wet welcoming for the gryphon's member.

They began exchanging force slowly, Dagur's ramming at a steadily increasing pace and power until it became difficult for Ikram to do more than stare hazily back at the messy display as she could feel every bulge and swell of that thick gryphon shaft. She panted and tensed sharply at each collision, catching her own muzzle now and then with the spurts of pre coating the grass.

Dagur clamped around Ikram's neck, this time even harsher than before as he battered and pried those barbs at what could have only felt like the entrance to her womb, snarling harshly and gripping vice-like around the gryphon's throbbing length. Screeching in protest, Dagur ground his hips in tight to Ikram's twitching backside, finally prying through the final barrier as his swelling knot sunk in riveting sequence behind with a second resounding smack.

With the unbearable pressure, Ikram came breathlessly on her male side, stronger even than her time with Shaverne, but noticed that her member was gradually receding as soon as she seeded the ground and her claw. She spasmed hard against the gryphon's length and groaned again and again as she felt the force of the knot spreading first her slit, then her channel, tying them together, lancing hot jets of virile gryphon cum directly to wash over the awaiting eggs it belonged to.

Dagur kept his furred nethers pressed tight to her scales to make sure as much as possible stayed in Ikram's womb, sealing his soon to be clutch deep within. He licked lovingly at his prone mate below enjoying the feeling of that tight passage milking his swollen gryphon cock for each and every shot of seed, stuffed bulging in her underbelly by the near endless flow as it felt to Ikram. Wondering whether she would indeed be mother to his hatchlings, if such a coupling were to be at all fertile, she held her place under Dagur, waiting for the pleasured ache between her legs to lessen and hoping his need had been sated for the night at least.

In the following days, Dagur hardly gave Ikram rest; they mated constantly, often multiple events within the same day, pinning her up against walls and burrowing under-tail while her back was turned, on all-fours whenever and everywhere It suited him, and one day Dagur took Ikram in his fore-claws hanging out over the tower parapets and the trees below, and nailed her much as in the customary manner of humans. Ikram was given little room for question when Dagur pounced her one day and lifted off for the skies, flying high above the clouds for a few moments of wondrous elation before being clutched tightly to Dagur's body in his paws, tails-intertwined as he plunged into her depths yet again with a triumphant shriek while he rounded a twisted humping spiral of a dive against her scales, wing-flaring in shuddering climax.

The alterations, however, continued as Ikram's back spines shrunk further until they completely melded into a smooth ridge along her back, the last of her drakehood shrinking as well until she was unable to get hard at all, fusing completely into a sensitive nub at the top of her now feminine slit. Hadn't she Dagur, she might curse that green dragoness, but now she could truly be his mate, and the thought alone was worth it.

Then, however, Dagur's rampant desires faded after a time, falling back to slightly less than their daily exchanges before the change, and Ikram knew why. She had taken on weight, and Dagur had been bringing regular meals for the both of them now, but no, she thought with a claw to her slowly stretching scales, Dagur had successfully sired a clutch within her.

As always, Ikram could count on Dagur to trust his instincts, and he comforted and assisted her in any way he could; taking over hunting entirely, he gathered the appropriate materials from surrounding brush as well which Ikram used to build their nest with, as much for the eggs as for their own comfort as she carefully selected every branch and twig. A month later, the swelling had grown stronger and winter was making its final chilling approach, not yet snow thankfully, though Ikram had painstakingly built up a thick wall of insulation within the tower depths and set aside half of Dagur's fine catch of daily prey for the duration.

And with those darkening clouds rolling in as Dagur went for a final hunt once more, Shaverne returned, wings dusted with the frost sure to follow. Her belly carried an unmistakable bulge as well, and Ikram had to wonder whether it was then her, or rather his, work.

Ikram stirred carefully from her nest at the arrival, not having expected Shaverne to so much as make note of her after the previous departure, and ready to pick her spear in case of an ambush for whatever reason, "What is your business in my home here?"

Shaverne showed no sign of aggression of any kind however as she alighted and stepped hesitantly through at the tower portal. She eyed Ikram from horns to tail, then gave a weak grin dipping her snout low, "I only did tell half the truth, my dear, and I admit my guilt for that; the potion you drank, as you can know well by now, did not prevent any pregnancy, but made sure that you unleashed all your male essence into me while changing you to the fairer sex."

Ikram narrowed her eyes, yet let Shaverne continue, "I saw how you offered your own body to satisfy your gryphon friend. How you handled Dagur was a suitable compensation for the lack of gryphon females in that region, but I'm sure you were aware that this was no permanent replacement." Shaverne sighed, lowering down to her forelegs, "Forgive me for the secrecy, but I couldn't be sure that you would undergo such a change voluntarily, and though you may resent him, your father gave his consent to this as well."

Ikram shook her head, glancing at the spear for a moment, but left it to the side in the end, "What has been done cannot be undone, and besides, I have come to be more than grateful for this as I have come to closer with Dagur than ever; truly, we are mated now thanks to you. From the looks of it though, you're as stuffed full of eggs the same as I. Am I to be their 'sire'?"

Shaverne nodded slowly in response, "Yes, though I too was a male who changed to become a female. It was I, Shuvir, though for the safety of the created life, I will remain in the form of Shaverne until birth."

Ikram took a closer look at the familiar muzzle to be certain, and yes, what she first assumed when meeting that 'dragoness' was now confirmed. She wanted to laugh, but suppressed it to a smile as she nodded, "I hope our hatchlings will be healthy then. I regret I won't be able to see them as that would require me to return to the clan, but I'm glad to know they will be in your protective claws."

She rubbed her stretched and bulging belly with a paw and exhaled visibly, then looked up to Shaverne as the dragoness lightened up as well, raising back to her paws in response, "Gryphons usually mate through summer and fall and lay during the winter where the females will guard and keep the nest warm while the male, in your case Dagur as you've already seen, will hunt, providing food and water and every need for his mate until the eggs have hatched, as you will be exhausted after the laying and well occupied with their care and warmth. And the time for laying is near at hand if that progress is any indication."

She approached tenderly and licked over Ikram's belly, "During the season after bearing the first successful clutch, a male gryphon will be relentless and mate with his female many times more. The nest may be as small as two eggs, but some of our gryphon tenders had counted nests up to thirteen in scarcer decades."

Ikram sighed as she looked over her belly with a small grin of satisfaction; it already felt so full, but Shaverne lapped over nuzzled the soft scales to comfort her, "No need to worry, you will be used to it. Gryphons mature quickly, so at least raising the hatchlings will be somewhat easier that caring for young drakes, though no less important."

She looked out to the sky once more, "Your mate is returning soon. I shall take my leave now to avoid any misunderstanding." Shaverne leapt out the opposite entrances with a noticeable wobble in her takeoff, spreading her wings wide nevertheless as she soared into the afternoon sunlight, an admirable feat with the weight of their eggs Ikram thought, then returned to the nest as she watched for Dagur's return in the distance.

Two weeks passed and winter dragged its cold claws across the land once more, coating the forest in thick drifts and sagging boughs of snow awaiting the unwary traveler. Dagur had just returned with the day's delicacies, a rather stringy straggler of a deer this time, when she felt a sharpening pressure in her belly and hastened to the well-prepared nest with the gryphon close at paw.

The gryphon squawked with concern, doing his best to ease the pain and stress by caressing over Ikram's scales with feather and fur. Settling into the soft inner lining with Dagur at her side, Ikram carefully spread her legs wide and felt a trickle of fluid running down her spasming channel, lubricating it and preparing her for what was yet to come.

As she felt the curve of Dagur's beak nuzzling at her nethers, Ikram's tail twitched rigidly and she clamped her teeth together, working down her channel's muscles as she felt the first egg being released from her womb. She took a deeper breath as she watched the bulge wandering down, and then decided to look in front of her and just work by feeling, but that quickly failed as Dagur nudged his way in under her tail, lapping tenderly at the swollen folds, and then higher over her tailvent to distract his mate from the stretching ache as it reached the lips of her slit. Ikram let out an elated cry as it pushed free with a wet squelch, only to clench all the harder at the next two slipping into her channel, larger than the first by any indication from her searing nerves. It caused her folds to gape another half inch more at least as she groaned heavily into his feathery underbelly, but with the surprisingly relaxing sensation of Dagur's slick tongue sinking deep through her rear in opposition, they left as easy as her first, the dexterous appendage stimulating powerful rhythms and spurting bursts from her sensitive inner flesh with its rippling motions to coax each precious oval out smoothly.

Ikram finally felt a pleasant emptiness after what felt like half a day, though the sun still shined well above the horizon. She cautiously rolled to her side beside the fine clutch, counting ten healthy eggs that ought to have stuffed her twice as she looked over them with pride. Dagur went around her and sniffed at each one, then chirped happily before licking over his mate's slit to cleanse it and soothe the sorely used flesh. She held still from exhaustion until Dagur had finished his ministrations and left the eggs free too dry by the sun before succumbing to sleep, more than secure with a gryphon's vigilance.

A Twisted Promotion

Shaverne kept a watchful eye over her own freshly laid eggs but a few days after as she dozed off, three eggs in total within Jumendur's private cave. At first she had objected to Jumendur's demand for laying them among his personal hoard, but instinctively she felt safe with her lord's presence so close to her, not to mention the rich mountain of glittering wealth that had become her nest. The time for hibernation was coming closer and that would be the time where dragons are at their weakest, if the gryphons were no longer to be; just a few more days left for any important matters to be attended.

Her eyes widened as pale scales crossed her hazy view, finding Jumendur sitting before as she awakened, and he flicked his tongue at the air around them, grinning toothily before greeting her, "You're awake, Shaverne. This is good. I thought you might have fallen in the deep sleep already; there are some pressing needs still left before we may escape the winter. The laying went well I take it?"

Shaverne rose to answer somewhat groggily, and blinked a few times before responding, inspecting the nest below her while talking: "Indeed it has, my lord, though I would prefer the name 'Shuvir'. I was not born a female as you well know."

Jumendur shook his head, "I think the change is an improvement, and I wish for you to stay that way, for the remaining years of your life. All you ever did as a male was lift your tail for others anyways, especially for me as you well know from the druidic rituals, and now you have borne the future hatchlings of my own line. I want you as my mate, and would declare you as consort. Will you accept my offer, Shaverne?"

Shaverne, surprised, screamed and recoiled in thought at first, and sighed as silent as she could. Now loyalty bit her neck; she could stay male and cross her leader, which would have the life of a renegade as consequence, or she could continue as Jumendur's breeding female, in much the same role of advisor as she always had, while caring for healthy offspring. She paused for a moment, then nodded, "This is a great offer, my lord, one which I shall accept, though I won't be able to entirely fulfill my part before the winter after so recent a clutch."

Jumendur grinned and nodded understandingly, well aware that Ikram's blood, and therefore his own would grow, "We shall mate when you are in heat as well, but for now stand up. I need to mark you as mine. While the frigid cold air forbids us from joining in the glorious sky, there are the equally traditional methods of mating on the ground."

There went the chance to flee had she still preferred exile, perhaps joining Ikram in their travels, but now no choice remained as she rolled to her paws, raising her tail and stepping away from the nest. Looking behind to Jumendur, he nudged her over towards a polished panel of pure gold set in the wall. She tentatively scratched at the stone floor as her slit had hardly tightened after last night's ordeal, though this only appeared to arouse Jumendur further as he sniffed then lapped at the opening, savoring the taste of a freshly-laid female. His tongue probed deep until it met only the slightest resistance at the entrance of her womb, pulling back with fresh juices drooling from his snout, "The slick stretching of your recent ordeal will fit me in well. Although I often favor a tight and firm mating, there are some advantages to an easy fit..."

Shaverne tightened her wings to her body, pressed her forelegs and head down and raised her hinds high for him. Jumendur growled a warning before he shifted the massive scaly bulk overhead, scraping his belly over her shoulders and curling her tail back between them while he settled down on his own paws beside hers. Licking at her neck and horns, he aligned his tail-base with hers, seeking to line the tip bulging already from his genital slit up with the widened hole.

Though somewhat reluctant still in her mind, Shaverne couldn't wait for him to take her. Jumendur enticed and excited her body so well that even his presence and powerful aura were the common envy of many females. She spread her legs while gripping the floor below her, grinding her now visibly dripping vent the smooth bulge of his until she could feel the barbed tip of the male parting her channel.

Called by impulse, Jumendur sniffed at the base of her neck more intensely and held back a rumbling chuckle before whispering to Shaverne, "Your body not only happens to be most eager to be rutted like a true breeder, but hardly are your eggs out and it wants to produce and grow the next clutch." He stabbed fiercely with his full grown shaft to punctuate the words, rubbing over a very familiar spot with his delicate barbs while commenting, "Yes, you heard and felt right. You are again in heat, my dear Shaverne"

The dragoness groaned at thought of bearing another batch so suddenly, and the firm ridges pressing delightfully at her newly incensed walls, wanted to shake him off even at first, but just as the thought had taken hold, Jumendur's bite clamped around her neck.

Drawing back, Jumendur gripped her not only by teeth, but with both paws clutching tight at her haunches, shoving that thick spire of pulsing dragonflesh near effortlessly as a resounding clash of scales echoed across the chamber, replacing the usual suction with pure draconic ferocity. Building up rapidly to equally vicious cycles or colliding scale, the tapered tip broke straight through her cervix, and Shaverne cried out in lustful bliss at the complete fulfillment, involuntarily clenching hard behind that barbed tip despite her weakened state.

There was no time to be taken with winter's edge fast approaching, and Jumendur tensed hard to keep up the rhythm despite the growing swell of a thick knot at the base of his shaft, popping in and out lewdly with a heavy schlick as more fluids began to splatter and drool over the stone below, and finally sinking in entirely as he roared for all the clan to hear in potent feral ecstasy, shooting all his virile seed straight to their awaiting eggs.

Forced by exhaustion and instinct, Shaverne collapsed to the floor with paws splayed out from her and Jumendur, who fell asleep as well still buried and curling around her.

It was a very difficult time for Ikram as every year. Her dragon half demanded sleep to skip the harsh winter while her human side warned her to stay cautious and alert. She felt as if in a daze over these days, yet all she had to do was guard the nest while Dagur warmed, hunted and cared for her.

A new surge of curiosity and wakefulness ran through Ikram however as she felt the first egg stirring. Under tension she watched and listened to the noise of tapping until their tiny beaks, heads, and then finally their bodies clawed their way apart from the encasings.

They sported no feathers yet, which would grow in time she knew, but instead of fur they had a thick layer of pale blue scales with tiny patches of holes in between where the feathers will surely sprout within months. Their eyes opened slowly after the cool dark of egg-dreams, the slitted pupils more akin to that of her dragon ancestry. After yawning and chirping loudly for nourishment once out of their eggs, which Dagur thoughtfully provided with the usual fare of softer meats for young gryphon hatchlings, they fell to slumber by exhaustion, stuffed to their little throats.

Ikram, having learned a little from the gryphon tenders, leaned to them carefully and caressed each in her loving paws while identifying their gender; she would have to think of names sooner or later.

She counted three females and five males, while at two of the ten she was unsure which of the genders they might be, perhaps of both...

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The start of the new season was thankfully different for Shaverne, other than a greater sense of gravity. As soon as her nose twitched to the smell of fresh dew, she awakened, yet with a rushing start to her heartbeat as she could remember that Jumendur had lain beside her before the final rest, and looking around he was nowhere to be found.

Then she noticed the unmistakable swell of her belly scales. Recalling their actions before their slumber made clear to her that she was awaiting another clutch, so she sauntered over to the nest and checked on it, licking over the warm hardened eggs. A gryphon, instinctively warming the nest as if it was his own, chirped in the usual greeting fashion and stepped aside in deference.

The clutch would still take a whole year to hatch, but they had survived the winter thanks to the constant watch of the gryphons. Having the further weight of still more eggs would make her hardly fit for flying, so she moved to the entrance of the cavern and assumed Jumendur had to go on the first hunt, judging from the leftover bones at the entry of the cavern.

'Perhaps being female wasn't that bad after all' she thought and wrapped around herself to await his return, catching the mildly temptuous airs that spring had so graciously brought.

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