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Lush green meadows. A bubbling stream full of fish. A small forest for shelter and shade. There was nothing more a gryphon could ever need, Chester thought as he soared high over his little domain. There was just one problem with it on this particular morning.

There was a dragon in it.

That just wouldn't do at all. He would have to do something about that.

It was only a small dragon, either a runt or barely into adulthood. His red scales were shiny and looked like they had been recently buffed. He took great pride in his appearance then. Perfect. A dragon with an ego was always exciting to bring down.

Chester knew there were many ways he could deal with this intruder. Tact would call for him to below a challenge out to the errant dragon in an attempt to scare him away, but just where was the fun in that? His feathers allowed him to fly in almost complete silence, perfect to ambush a dragon with.

Talons extended, it didn't take much to push the dragon over, sending him sprawling into the muddy ground. Before he even had time to recover, Chester had landed, his leonine hindpaws keeping the dragon's tail at bay, while his taloned forepaws dealt with the head and neck. The dragon squirmed, but was unable to free himself. His prey effectively neutralised, the gryphon took a moment to gloat.

“Sniffing around in my territory, dragon? I don't think I like that one bit."

The dragon growled and tried to thrash out of Chester's grip, but the gryphon just pushed down harder. Finally the struggles ceased as the dragon submitted himself to Chester's authority.

“Your name, dragon?"

“Ashtalon, heir of the Northern Clans," the dragon hissed, his eyes narrowed in futile fury. “Mark my words, bird. My father will hear of this."

Chester smirked. “Will he now? My feathers are shaking in fear," he taunted, pushing his beak against the dragon's neck before laughing. “Your words don't scare me, runt. This is my territory, not yours. Your rules do not apply here, only mine."

The dragon gulped, some of his bravado disappearing as the gryphon started to nuzzle at his neck. “What are your rules?"

Chester snickered in appreciation. “I'm glad you asked, little red. You were caught in my territory, and that means you have to do something for me. A favour, as it were. And only once I am satisfied will you be able to return home. Do you understand me?"

“Y…yes, I do," Ashtalon said quickly, nodding his head as best he could trapped between the gryphon's talons and the ground.

“Good," Chester said, releasing his grip on the red a little. “Now, what services do you have to offer me, runt?"

Ashtalon tested the gryphon's grip with a small squirm, but he wasn't going anywhere. His tail tip slapped against the ground in frustration. There was nothing for it but to play the gryphon's game, but the young dragon was at a loss. He couldn't think of anything he could do for this bird that would allow him to fly free.

Chester wasn't going to wait around for an answer. “If you can't think of anything, then I get to choose. And you're not going to like it." One of his hindpaws squeezed down on the dragon's tail.

Though the dragon's eyes widened at the sudden pressure on his tail, his mouth remained silent. He tried to process some sort of answer or suggestion of his own, but he kept on getting intimidated by the gryphon's cold eyes and the force on his tail and neck.

“Nothing? Well then, you have to do what I ask," Chester said, pressing his beak against the side of the dragon's head and whispering in his ear. “You're mine until I say otherwise."

The dragon whimpered, but again said nothing to the gryphon. He couldn't help but deny this type of submission was a new and exciting situation for him in a way he couldn't explain. He was a prince, used to ruling over others, but now he was at the complete mercy of another.

“So then, what am I going to do with a naughty little dragon, now that he's all mine," Chester crooned, rubbing his beak down the side of Ashtalon's neck, eliciting an unwanted shiver and moan from the little dragon.

“Hmmm, like that do you?" the gryphon asked, to which the dragon could only nod. Chester chuckled and placed his beak against Ashtalon's ear. “Well, if you're good I might let you enjoy yourself too."

Ashtalon murmured an incoherent response, barely aware that the gryphon had released the pressure on his body. The bird's icy blue eyes stared down at the dragon with interest, before roughly forcing his head up into his chest. The dragon was only able to let out a brief squawk of indignation before he was met with a face full of feathers.

“But first, you have to be good."

More pressure was applied to the back of Ashtalon's head, forcing him back down again, away from the gryphon's feathered chest. The dragon was met with a sight that both intrigued and worried him. A thick red shaft bobbed right in front of his eyes, demanding attention, and yet he hesitated.

“You know what to do," the gryphon hissed, his voice somewhat muffled to the dragon's ears.

With an experimental lick, Ashtalon teased at the gryphon's shaft, making the bird shudder all around him.

“That's it, now more," the gryphon cooed, encouraging the dragon on as he pushed forward slightly, just enough to part the dragon's lips with the tip of his tapered cock.

Ashtalon eagerly accepted the gryphon's advances, taking the offered cock into his mouth, working his tongue over the firm shaft. The taste was unusual, but not off-putting to the dragon. Gradually he took more and more hot gryphon cock into his muzzle, until his nose was pressed against the gryphon's furred crotch.

Chester couldn't help but thrust into the wet warmth of the dragon's mouth – the little red had a skilled tongue that surpassed his way with words. He was certainly glad of his decision to push the dragon into this.

“Alright dragon, that's enough," Chester said, reluctantly pulling his shaft from the dragon's mouth and stepping back. His cock was shiny with the red's saliva.

Derived of the shaft to pleasure, Ashtalon pulled away with a confused look scrunched on his muzzle. “I'm… free to go?" he asked hopefully.

“Hah, you are a naïve one, little dragon," Chester said with some amusement. He ran his beak down the dragon's neck, chuckling at the shivers of pleasure that ran beneath Ashtalon's scales. The air was cold against his cock. He wanted somewhere warm to place it. “Turn around."

“W…what?" Ashtalon yelped.

“You heard me, now do it," Chester replied, a steel entering his voice.

Ashtalon lowered his head again. If he was already aware of what was coming, he showed no more fear as he obeyed the larger gryphon. He even raised his tail for the gryphon, giving the bird an excellent view of the dragon's tailhole.

Chester needed no further invitation, as he placed his avian forepaws on the dragon's back. Though Ashtalon trembled, he made no attempt to pull away. Gently at first, Chester started to insert his cock into Ashtalon's tailhole, the tight entrance providing a lot of resistance as both dragon and gryphon whimpered and moaned.

“Oh, so tight," Chester cooed as he slowly started to thrust, leaning forward until beak was resting against Ashtalon's head. One forepaw reached around the dragon's body, teasing his erect cock with a gentle stroke. “And someone is enjoying this all."

Ashtalon whimpered in response, unable to formulate any words. The gryphon was big, almost too big, and even before he was fully hilted the dragon felt so full. He longed to reach back with his paw and stroke his erect shaft, but the gryphon's forepaw was in the way, shielding his cock from any possible attention. Before he was even aware of what he was doing, he was leaning back into the gryphon's thrusts, squeezing the large gryphon's cock with every push.

“That's it, good dragon," Chester hissed as he pushed his full length into the diminutive dragon. His thrusts were getting stronger, wilder as he pounded at Ashtalon's tight tailhole. He even allowed the dragon a little pleasure, his forepaw gripping Ashtalon's cock and giving it a couple of quick pumps.

Ashtalon cried out, that little attention all he needed to reach climax. Thick, ropey seed spilled out over Chester's paw as the dragon emptied himself. Chester barely even noticed as he squeezed his eyes shut, beak hung open as he frantically thrust into the dragon.

Chester moaned. The dragon's skilled tongue, and now tight hole quickly bringing him to the edge of orgasm. With an undignified squawk, Chester spilled his seed inside the dragon, filling Ashtalon with his warmth. He hilted himself inside the dragon one last time, before slumping against the back of his conquered adversary.

“Good dragon," he sighed, completely sated for now.

The two stayed as they were for a few minutes, the dragon's shaking legs somehow supporting the weight of them both, panting heavily as they recovered their breath. Finally, Chester pulled himself out, his cock wet and dripping with cum.

“You can go now," the gryphon said, turning away from the dragon as he tried to remember where the closest stream was. He would need to get cleaned up before resuming his hunt. He gave the dragon a few minutes before turning around, expecting to see no sign of Ashtalon, but as he turned back he was surprised to see the little red remained. “Was there anything else?"

“I… I was wondering if I might be able to come back again?"

The gryphon looked down on the dragon. “Come back? I would have to… punish you the same way," Chester warned. He did not expect the wide smile on the dragon's muzzle.

“I think I can deal with that."