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The following series is a Sequel to Punished by the Gryphons

Table of contents: Part 2 (Mating the Gryphon)<--- Part 3 (You are here) ---> Part 4

_Y ou do NOT need to read Punished by the Gryphons _ in order to follow the feisty events happening in this series. Why do I say this, you might wonder? Well, if you were one of the curious folks that took a look at the link provided above, the prequel to this series is not exactly kind on our protagonist. Makaidos goes through quite the rough treatment at the claws of his gryphon companion, Rayik. After a gruesome trial, he is left in the caring talons of Trys, a kind female that is quite intrigued by a dragon's anatomy.

In this chapter, Makaidos takes a small break from the need to breed as he's shown the three levels of a gryphon establishment. The past comes to surface on both sides as Makaidos and Trys share a heart-to-heart conversation about their first mating. Spurred into a playful challenge, Makaidos is outflown and outmaneuvered by the witty gryphon. Lost amidst darkness and haunted by past memories, the dragon is forced to use the keen senses in order to reunite with his gryphon companion. Makaidos eventually finds Trys and shares her catch, not knowing her benevolence comes at a cost. After he is forced into grooming her and further teased by her warm, able paws, Makaidos finds release inside Trys' Inspection den.

Or does he? With so many tools to use and so much seed waiting to be spent, our Gryphon might just be willing to use other exotic means to release a dragon's lust. If you want to find out just how naughty gryphons can get, feel free to read this chapter!

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Makaidos followed her around the walkways. It was much better to walk around with a clear head and a relieved cock. The forest had a different feel. Everything was more vibrant and alive. He could smell the fresh leaves, hear the song of the birds, feel the wood below his paws, and much more without Trys' pungent aroma to drown everything. His eyes too could focus on anything else than her slit. Trys had the right of it. When aroused, releasing was no longer an option, but a necessity.

Makaidos walked at her side, talking about the particularities of a gryphon establishment. There were three levels, from what he understood. The aviary was located near the treetops, stretching across the canopy of the verdant forest. The thin branches and thick vegetation made flying almost impossible for any adult gryphon. Only fledglings had the necessary weight and skill to traverse these reaches, and few parents allowed them to venture to such reckless heights..

The walkways were the second level, and also the most noticeable. Makaidos has been braving them ever since he landed onto this particular colony. Spacious and well crafted, these bridges were the heart of any gryphon establishment. Crafters bought everything they needed into specialized alcoves, while gryphons of all kinds perched on the edges of the walkways or inside the hollows. Every tree had those, and few were wider and more impressive than the inspection hollow. Gryphons held their healers in high regards, providing the most spacious dens and finest herbs.

The last level belonged to shadow and beasts. Few gryphons remained there longer than necessary. Trys went quickly through it, blaming lack of experience over lack of courage.

"We should visit," Makaidos said as they passed a pair of golden gryphons. The naughty birds rubbed heads and necks, and even poked Makaidos' sack with their beaks.

"Did you see that?"

"What?" Trys inquired.

"Those gryphons that-"

"Oh, that," she straightened her neck. "Every gryphon in this colony is curious. You can't fault them for checking on the newest resident. It has been a while since we had a dragon in our midst."

"How long, exactly?"

Trys tilted her head to the side, blinking twice. "Must be a few moons. The only thing I remember are her scales. They glimmered with bright hues, just like the sun. Many of us called her SunScythe."

"Were her claws sharp?" Makaidos growled his amusement.

"No, but her temper was," Trys said. "She wasn't as kind as you to our kin. Many males tried seducing her and all of them earned singed feathers in return."

"That's harsh."

"That is how you see it. SunScythe just preferred her own tongue over a male's cock."

"Picky dragoness, that," Makaidos threw a quick look around. "Are you going to show me the three sections we talked about?"

"If you can fly, I will."

Makaidos took off without any restraint. Trys surged ahead, her melodic chirp challenging the beauty of her ruffling feathers. Their sapphire color and blackened tips complemented her feline half quite nicely. Makaidos nipped at the fluffy tip of her tail, trying to catch the pesky bundle of fur. Trys wasn't making it easy. She flew towards the thicker canopy, where only her lithe form could maneuver between the branches.

"That's unfair!" Makaidos roared out to her. He perched on a branch, resting his broad wings.

"Don't expect fair when challenging a gryphon!"

Makaidos said nothing at that. He wanted to bore her, not entertain her single minded games. The female eventually landed on the same branch.

"You dragons give up quite easily."

"Do we?" Makaidos grabbed her wing between his jaws.

Trys flapped and even pawed at his head.

"I thought we were flying," she snapped.

Makaidos, tasted the fine feathers between his teeth.

Trys clacked her beak and nuzzled along his cheek, trying a softer approach. "Alright, I will play by your rules. Just release my wing and I will show you something interesting."

Makaidos expected something a bit more impressive than a cramped hollow secluded from the rest of the colony. It didn't even have a walkway or a perch. Whoever sought shelter inside had to fly or climb directly inside.

"Careful with your tail," Trys said from outside.

Makaidos wrapped it tighter around his legs as he crawled into the small shelter. "It's...there is barely any room here. My wings ache, my paws ache, and even my balls-"

"Cut the complaints," Trys said. "This horrible hollow you find yourself in had been my home for years."

"This tiny thing?"

"Precisely. Now, if you can settle your limbs and kill your complaints, I will tell you how this nasty shelter made me the gryphon I am today."

Makaidos agreed to a truce. He squeezed himself into a circular corner and welcomed Trys between his forepaws. She snuggled under his chest, curled in a bundle of paws, wings, and tail. Once she was settled, she started recounting her past.

Trys grew up in a stubborn family and always had to stand up for herself. Her siblings, two males with fiery tempers, undermined her at every turn. Conflicts and pettiness were encouraged and as a result she developed a thick hide for insults and challenges. Once she reached adolescence, she fled the nest to pursue her vocation. Healing always resonated with her more than fighting ever did. Trys wanted to aid instead of hurting. She thought that was the sensible choice considering how many reckless males returned back bleeding as a result of poor choices.

That's why Makaidos was most surprised when he heard how aggressive she got during her first heat. Males came to court and charm her, and she rewarded them with unsheathed claws and bloodied feathers. She blamed her raging instincts on that. Protecting oneself was more important than satisfying a temporary urge. Trys forfeited her chance at a clutch the first time, and kept doing so until she found a solid colony.

And even now, when she became one of the primary healers, she remained by herself.

Makaidos felt a bit of pity for her. He knew the sting of solitude better than anyone. He, who had his parents murdered before he even learned how to fly.

"What's wrong?"

Makaidos blinked. "What? Nothing. I was just thinking."

"About what?" Trys rubbed under his jaw.

"My own past."

"Care to share?"

He would have shaken his head if he had the space to. Makaidos settled for a soft growl instead. "It would sour your happiness and fester the mood."

"Come on. You owe me at least that after sharing my own past with you."

She had him at that. Makaidos agreed, but only after he could properly stretch his wings. Trys nipped him hard and crawled out from her hollow, wings flaring under the cascading wind.

Makaidos flew after her. They circled the gryphon colony, enjoying the rolling breeze under their wings. Makaidos liked this forest. The unnaturally trees made it much easier for him to maneuver. Thick beams of sunlight fell through the branches, disappearing into the undergrowth located below. Makaidos stared for a bit. The Underland, Trys called it. A place where every gryphon was afraid to thread.

It didn't look that threatening from afar, but Makaidos didn't discount the possibility of danger. Darkness veiled many threats and sheltered all manners of beasts. Life led Makaidos away from such places. He grew up inside verdant valleys, with no care for stalkers or other dangerous predators. He somehow missed the rolling plains and the top of the snowy mountains. Maybe at some point he would take Trys there and show her the secrets of his former home.

A screech distracted him, forcing the dragon's attention upon the surrounding forest. The trees were brimming with life. Birds flew among the upper reaches, chirping happily. He was tempted to chase after them if he didn't have his own avian to worry about. He veered closer to Trys, barely avoiding tangling inside her wings.

"Do you still want to know about my past?"

"As much as any curious gryphon does, dear dragon," Trys teased.

Makaidos took a moment to think. Where to start? So many things happened since then...

"I hatched to a simple family. My mother never desired more than to raise a family within the boundaries of her territory. She was simple in that regard, just like her hide."

"Blue?" Trys shot a wild guess.

"Black," Makaidos corrected. "She was gentle and soothing like a summer night. My father was the feistier. He liked to stir trouble and explore, and he often enticed my mother in doing the same. He often told me about the creatures he encountered. One of them was a gryphon."

"Really? What has he done to the poor bird?"

"Aside from raping it? A few other things," Makaidos smirked.

Trys remained with her beak hung open. "I...I didn't know dragons did that. Was the gryphon a female?"

"I am talking about brutal mating, and you ask about the gender, Trys?" Makaidos growled in confusion.

"It matters!" She flapped her wings.

"Not if I was joking, but please do not let my story rub off the heated thoughts from your mind."

"I didn't get that far, you silly scale-head," Trys said. "Resume your story, and keep to it."

Makaidos bowed his head and stared towards the speckling rays of the sun. "He just played with the gryphon, from what I understood. He was male, and they probably pleasured or mated each other. I was too young to know the difference between these different types of playing."

"Such an innocent little hatchling."

"I was, and I am willing to bet so were you," Makaidos growled loud enough to make Trys eat her words. "My father liked to attract attention. Gryphons, dragons, other predators even. Yet one day he crossed paths with the wrong family. Three young males chased him off and descended upon him right after he returned to our cave."

"Did he...?"

"Yes," Makaidos exhaled a growly sigh. "My mother tried to chase the young drakes off, and paid a fitting price for her foolishness."

Silence hung in the air, dispelled only by the beats of wings and the song of the forest.

"That is a harsh lesson for a hatchling to learn," Trys said, eyes gleaming with sorrow. "What happened after?"

"I fled into the cave. The drakes never searched our home. They were content just taking the life of my mother after staining her with their foul seed. Back then, I thought it was a different type of blood, but I know what they did, and I hate them for it."

"Did you track them down?"

"Not immediately. I barely knew how to hunt, least fly. Sometimes I survived on carcasses, while during my lucky days I managed to hunt my own prey. It got a lot easier after I learned how to fly properly."

"A tricky skill to master, no doubt," Trys said. "It took me a whole season to perfect it."

"It took me more," Makaidos replied. "Each day I carried the weight of my parents' deaths upon my back. Then I started to mature, and the desire to claim my own territory and find a female overcame personal grief."

"When was the first time you spent your seed?" Trys turned the topic towards a happier course.

Makaidos was grateful for that. He blinked once and kept his eyes closed, trying to remember his first time.

"It was just before a sunset. A female in heat passed through my territory that day. I thought myself fortunate, until I saw the five males trailing her tail. I was too shy and weak to challenge them, so I remained inside my cave to sniff and explore my hardened cock. I have been hard for days, and I never knew why."

Trys squeaked. "Playing might have helped. I soothed my first heat by pushing my beak around my swollen slit. The worst part about heat is the itching. You cannot scratch it away, no matter how hard you rub."

Makaidos dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I know. Same goes for us males, only that the itch is a constant pressure beneath our tails. That female's scent lingered for hours, increasing my craving and making my blood boil. In the end, I became desperate, rubbing and thrusting into everything I found. Rocks, my paws, even my tail."

"Did you?" Trys shrieked with amusement.

"Coiling it around isn't that bad!" Makaidos slapped her haunch, sending her off balance.

"Tell me more," Trys rejoined with an eager squawk.

"Scales were cold and rough, whereas my maw was warm and inviting. I tried that last. After a few arousing licks, I plunged my cock right between these dangerously sharp teeth," Makaidos pulled his lips up.

"Frightening."

"Blissful," the dragon corrected. "The moisture and the heat released my seed far quicker than days of rubbing and experimenting. I panicked and pulled out just before the first spurt. You can imagine how much of a mess I made."

"Depends on the position."

"I coiled, like you did back in your home. The pleasure was too intense to keep anything straight, least of all my cock. It jerked and spurted its load everywhere. The sun had long set, and I was still cleaning cold seed from my scales."

"What did you think of it?"

"Seed?" Makaidos asked.

Trys clacked her beak.

"It was strange. Somewhat tasty. I know I enjoyed pumping it out a lot more than eating it."

"When was the first time you licked a female?"

That question was a bit hard to answer. Makaidos debated whether to spew a lie or just tell her the truth.

"Never," he gave a firm shake of his head. "It never happened." The words had a nasty weight as they rolled out of his maw. "I wasn't a proper male, Trys. The few females I courted rejected me before I even managed to touch them. And the males...those were a lot rougher. The gentle ones stopped after the dominance fight, while the braver pleasured themselves in front of me and stained my scales with their seed as a permanent reminder of who I belonged to."

"That's so strange. Gryphons never partake in these sorts of rituals."

"It was humiliating, and I couldn't wait on it any longer. I flew towards the Are'lan spire during my fifth season of age, where I learned more on how to be a dragon from gryphons and mages rather than my own race."

Trys glided underneath him. "What changed?"

Makaidos looked at the branches rolling below his flared wings. "I learned to fight. To kill. To live. That's all there is to it."

"Speaking about hunting, I can settle for something juicy and meaty. The first who catches something earns a favor!"

"For what?"

"You'll see!" Trys bolted ahead.

Makaidos hissed and surged after her. Trys maneuvered between the thick branches. Wings tucked, pose tense, she dived towards the depths of the forest. The air became cold, stale, and humid. Thick scents lingered here, increasing their potency with every passing heartbeat.

Makaidos struggled to keep track of her amidst the labyrinth of vines and branches. He slapped one with a wing and broke three twigs as he tried to squeeze himself between their tangling confines. The impact did not hurt as much as it distracted. When he blinked next, Makaidos no longer had Trys within sight.

He roared. Birds fled their perches. A few growls answered him in return, each stranger than the last. A cold wave of apprehension rushed along Makaidos' spine. He flared his wings as wide as he could, flapping them to slow his descent as he approached the ground.

Then, he landed. The earth was soft and cold under his paws, same as every other thing around him. Ferns were heavy with dew, and the bark of the trees reached a deep hue of brown due to the excessive humidity. The sun never reached far enough in this gloomy hollow, allowing the moisture to linger and give life to all sorts of foul smelling fungi.

"Trys!" Makaidos roared out

Only the wildlife answered him with its many cries and shrieks.

Makaidos looked around. She couldn't be that far. He searched at the sides, behind, then up, and down. Everything looked the same in this forsaken labyrinth of brambles and ferns.

"I'll find her. Just have to start searching for her scent."

That was slightly difficult to do with so many pungent smells clouding his nostrils. Makaidos gave up on that idea after he choked on the mixture of permeating spores. If sight was useless and smell redundant, he had to rely on his legs.

Makaidos flapped his wings twice, then tucked them at his sides. He was big, strong, and resilient. What was a forest compared to a dragon?

"I'm being silly," he shook his head. "It's just a few roots and a bit of stale air. What can plants do to me that claws can't?"

Hold him in place, for start. Despite his brave words, Makaidos didn't take a single step. There was something ominous about this forest. It was in the way the roots twisted, and the permeating shadow that absorbed even the faintest sunlight. In this place, Makaidos didn't feel powerful. He felt helpless and lost, just like the hatchling he talked about during his flight prior to the descent.

Makaidos turned his head around, fangs bared. Something moved inside the vegetation. The ferns rustled softly, slowly easing into the churning song of the insects.

Probably just a rodent. Makaidos looked up. He was sorely tempted to fly away from this gruesome place. The thick canopy beckoned him, with its fresh leaves and warm sunlight.

"No. I can't," the dragon chuffed with agitation. "If Trys is here, I have to find her."

With that thought firmly lodged inside his head, Makaidos took his first step onto the squishy soil. His paw sunk halfway into the malleable dirt and came off with a wet squelch when he took another step. Sludge, spores and darkness. What would come next?

Makaidos pushed through the ferns and went around the thicker roots. He managed to crawl under the arched ones, saving precious time. His eyes constantly scanned the dreary landscape, searching for any signs of Trys. The earth seemed to have swallowed her whole. Not a single chirp or screech resonated through the constant buzzing and the incessant squeaking of frogs and other small wildlife.

Fear gave Makaidos an extra edge. He felt focused and tense, ready to leap at a moment's notice in case danger struck. There weren't many threats a dragon couldn't face, but within this part of the forest anything was possible.

A sharp cry broke through. Makaidos looked towards the thicket to his left. The vegetation grew wilder and thicker, posing a serious challenge to break through. Makaidos used his claws to eviscerate the weaker plants. When roots crossed his path, he leaped, using his wings to boost himself up. He kept his frenzied pace for a while, until saliva dried on his tongue and his chest ached with effort.

He found the source of the cry, along with the cause.

"Took you a while," Trys said. She twisted the giant hare she held onto its side to inspect its fluffy belly.

"You are a hard bird to find," Makaidos approached, panting. "Could have given me a few clues on what you planned."

"And spoil the surprise?" the gryphess raised her head, tufted ears twitching in the wind.

"A giant bunny? That is your surprise?"

"A meal and a willingness to share it," Trys lifted one of her wings. "Now be a good dragon and join me."

Makaidos walked towards her. That black hare looked big compared to the tiny creatures he knew, but so did everything inside this forest. "Are you sure your prey will be enough? I can hunt a deer if-"

"You're drooling and you're spent. I am reluctant to say so, but the deer you talk about might prove much harder to catch than you expect."

"Why? Do they have spikes on their horns or scales under their fur?"

"I'm not telling until you join me," Trys flapped insistently.

Makaidos crawled under her wing, as awkward as that was. He turned, wrapped his tail around the smaller gryphess, and draped one of his own majestic wings over her whole body. Trys looked at him, eyes squinting with defiance.

"You dragons are as thick as your scales."

"Hard. That is the proper word," Makaidos licked the tip of her beak.

Trys drew back towards her prey. "I believe you're right. It will be hard to share my spoils with such a stubborn scale-head."

"You don't even have to. Eat the whole bunny. The deer I had two days ago was enough to last me a week."

"If you say so..." Trys smiled and grabbed her prey between her forepaws. Her beak tore through the soft flesh, and her claws quickly followed. Once she dug past the skin, she pulled on two separate sides, causing the entrails and the juices to spill through the expanding opening.

Makaidos licked his snout as the smell of fresh meat assaulted his nostrils. He only ate a pig haunch, and that was three days ago at his den in the city. A full grown boar could fulfill a dragon's appetite for a week, but a single leg from its fatter kin was significantly less filling. Makaidos could almost feel his stomach grumbling at the sight of fresh meat. He just felt too embarrassed to both admit a gryphon's superiority and take half of her well earned catch in the process.

So he settled on watching, with his head lowered on his crossed paws like a huge winged dog. Trys pulled on the meat with gusto. It was so fresh it squelched inside her beak. Juices trickled back on the ground, spreading the enticing aroma all around the feasting gryphess.

"You crave for my meat," she stated between chews.

Makaidos blinked lazily to keep appearances. "I am just watching you eat."

"And doesn't that imply a deeper desire?"

"No. The Spire never feeds its members individually. We are all thrown into the same room and given equal portions of the same delicious meat."

Which was stale and stringy, often coming from carcasses rather than fresh kills.

"That almost tempts me," Trys chewed and swallowed another chunk. "If only I wasn't so busy with this zesty prey..." she trailed off as she dug her beak back inside.

"Have at it," Makaidos said, struggling to contain his rising hunger. Trys was a ravenous beast, plucking every strip of meat from the bones. She wiped half of the hare clean, and now worked on its two haunches. They were by far the meatiest and juiciest part of the kill, so she did that slowly. She licked, chewed, and looked at him between every bite while her beak dripped with blood.

"You gryphons are wicked creatures.".

"Why is that?" Trys raised her head.

"You like to antagonize me."

"I am just enjoying every bite of this fine meal."

"And make that none too obvious."

"To the dragon who expressed his disinterest in sharing my catch. If you aren't hungry, this sight should be as bare as two males mounting each other."

Makaidos raised his head from his paws. "I happen to find that quite stimulating."

"And my hare isn't?" Trys scooped the remains with a forepaw. "It's yours."

It splashed against his paws, landing on the ground with a wet squelch. "I sense there is more to this bargain."

Trys opened her beak, closed it, then smiled. "You have to groom me after. Blood is infuriatingly hard to clean for our kin."

"That seems easy to do," the dragon agreed.

"You also have to relinquish your pride."

Makaidos growled. "My pride has nothing to do with this."

"Doesn't it?" Trys rubbed her bloody beak along the dragon's neck. "I know you like me, and I know you had a hunger for meat ever since you laid eyes on my catch. You're just too proud to admit that."

Her close proximity and gentle rubs made it somewhat hard to resist. "I...we mated, Trys," Makaidos nuzzled the short feathers between her ears. "I don't spill my essence in any female I encounter."

"We both know why," the gryphess nibbled between his scales.

Makaidos grabbed her forepaw, inhaling the scent trapped inside her feathers. "It's the thought that counts, Trys. You were my first for all the right reasons."

"That is good to hear," she slowly pulled back. "Most males just want to relieve themselves without further care for the female or the clutch she is about to bear."

"I'm not one of those males," Makaidos licked her.

"I'd like to think so," Trys pointed at the remains. "Now eat your half while it's still warm."

That excuse was more than welcome. Makaidos dug into the juicy meat. Bones crunched between his strong jaws, joining the fragments of meat that traveled down his throat with every gulp. It tasted like he expected, fresh and deliciously tender. Makaidos' only regret was that he couldn't savor every bite. He kept thinking for a proper reply ever since Trys opened the topic of mating. She knew the whole extent of his past, yet Makaidos still had little idea on how her life turned since she became an adult. Did she have favorite males? How many of them had she mated? He couldn't ask such questions bluntly without offending her, could he?

"I'm done," Makaidos swiped his snout clean while Trys hovered above the patches of discarded fur.

"You ate everything. The bones. The claws. They're all gone."

"Surprised?"

"A bit," the gryphess admitted. "I expected you to be a wild and messy eater after the first time you had me. You brought me on the verge far quicker than any gryphon ever did."

Makaidos turned his head away, scratching a feigned itch just under his wing.

Trys saw through his treachery. She wrapped her talons around a horn and pulled hard. "You can't escape a promise so easily, my dear dragon."

"Grooming, yes?" Makaidos said absent mindedly.

"Full grooming. I want every feather and fur on my body to be completely clean."

"That I can do," Makaidos licked her beak happily.

Trys squeaked with delight and closed her eyes, allowing his tongue to swirl around her beak.

Makaidos went over it twice, cleaning every droplet of blood. With her beak done, he went along her brow. The feathers there were dry and clean compared to those under her chin. He lingered there for quite a bit before finally moving along her side.

Trys lifted a wing to facilitate his movement. She was warm, and soft, cooing with comforting delight. Makaidos rubbed into her fluff, flaring her joy a pitch higher. He enjoyed grooming her until he reached her feline half. He knew that would be bothersome considering what lay under her tail, but he didn't expect her scent to hit so hard. The gryphess lifted her flank. A swish of her tail was all it took to whip her scent towards Makaidos' flaring nostrils. The dragon blinked, half dizzy from her intense fragrance.

"Something wrong?"

"No," he licked his snout greedily, eager to taste her fertile scent.

"Proceed. You're almost done."

Makaidos licked along her flank with broad strokes. He traveled along one of her legs, spreading her toes apart with the tip of his tongue. Trys liked that. She kept her paw flexed, kicking into his snout until her soft pads were completely clean.

"The other too," she rolled on her back to paw at the dragon's looming snout. "Your tongue feels so good on my pads. So warm..."

Makaidos couldn't refuse her so easily. He brushed off the dirt with his snout and took her whole paw into his mouth. Trys shrieked softly at that. She kicked gently, enjoying the heated embrace of flesh and saliva. Makaidos cleaned her paw thoroughly, leaving her fur damp and her protracted claws shiny with saliva.

"You are so good at this," Trys grabbed hold of his paw with both of her front legs and rubbed her head along his belly. "You just have the tail left."

"Does that include your slit?"

"Can't leave any spot untouched," she trailed off with a long, cooing chirp.

Makaidos held his breath while he worked on her tail. That part was easy, compared to what followed after. He stared at her twitching, glistening lips, contemplating whether he should just dig into them or offer a quick caress.

Trys kicked her feet. "It tickles."

"What?" Makaidos turned his head around.

"Your breath. The way it rolls over my flesh feels so good. You dragons don't even have to use your tongues to bring about a female's release."

"But we like to."

"Then prove it," the female turned her tail to the side. "Have me, just like you did back in the hollow."

There was only a slight difference. Makaidos did not plan on simply teasing her this time. He pushed his snout closer towards her exposed gender, taking a long whiff of her delightful scent. The promise of fertility caressed his senses with gentle tendrils of arousal. Gryphon or not, Trys was ready to breed, and Makaidos just couldn't refuse such an appetizing offer.

He pushed his tip against the glistening surface of her lips and felt her tense hard at the contact. Her puffy flesh became hard with desire, holding his tongue just above her drenched entrance. Then, she relaxed. Makaidos slid only a fraction of his tongue inside, yet even that was enough to stimulate the gryphess' sensitive muscles. Trys fluttered her wings and cooed her bliss, tail swishing with rising delight. Her flesh trembled underneath, releasing a soft squelching sound every time her walls kissed one another.

"Don't be a tease," Trys kicked him again.

Makaidos liked how her claws slid between his scales. It was a most stimulating feeling, just like the sweltering warmth radiated by her spasming flesh. He pulled back, cleaning the fertile slime with a quick like.

"I was just testing your endurance."

"What for?"

Trys found out the answer when her flesh spread around the dragon's invading tongue. She shuddered hard, flapping her wings as a throaty chirp left her beak.

Makaidos didn't expect her to be so sensitive. He lapped around her lips, pushing inside just the sharp tip of his tongue. He found Trys' passage most accommodating thanks to the generous amount of lubrication she oozed. With a lustful hiss, Makaidos unleashed his warm breath upon her flesh, and his tongue quickly followed, scooping in and out of her folds.

It was a fast, sudden assault that allowed no respite. Makaidos pulled out every time Trys spasmed, allowing her puffy walls to slam and grind against one another. The juicy impact sent drops of fertile fluid to the surface, which were quickly absorbed by the dragon's hungry tongue. He circled and lapped at her flesh, ignoring her blissful writhing.

Trys became more vocal the faster he licked. Her talons locked in an unyielding clutch while her beak rang with desperate screeches. Makaidos matched her frenzied pace, pounding her trembling flesh until it retaliated with a drawn out squirt.

The gryphess flapped her wings hard, screeching her bliss for all the beasts to hear. The heat drew out of her in a rush, pelting Makaidos' hungry tongue with a sharp spear of gooey arousal. He didn't allow her any freedom. Makaidos pressed hard against her spasming flesh, pushing his tongue just deep enough to spread her walls apart. The fluids traveled directly along his tip, pooling inside his salivating maw. When enough liquid gathered, Makaidos gulped it down. Her scent and her taste were a feast for the senses. With his front paws locked on each of her haunches, Makaidos attacked her sensitive flesh. Rubs quickened her lust, but it was pressure that increased the flow of her heat. Makaidos kept both up, licking with his restless tongue and rubbing with the soft scales of his snout.

Trys melted under the intense stimulation. Her toes spread and unsheathed their claws, while her tail became rigid as a pole. Trys rolled from one orgasm into the other. She clamped hard, shrilled loud, and milked her insides with lustful efficiency.

Makaidos knew he stimulated her muscles of everything they held when Trys's cry died in her throat. She tapered off with a long, cooing wail, relaxing from all those blissful spasms. Her limbs relaxed in the same manner as her folds once the fire left her loins.

"Thank you for being so thorough with your grooming," Trys said weakly.

"You are most welcome," Makaidos retreated with a satisfied lick.

His benevolence had a small, throbbing effect. Makaidos ignored his desire to copulate and lay down next to Trys, shielding her with a broad grey wing.

"You are more aroused than tired," she rubbed her beak along his lips.

"How can you tell?"

"I can smell myself on your snout, and your member happens to rub some of your own fragrance onto my fur."

Makaidos tried to adjust himself, but Trys stopped him just before he shifted positions.

"You aren't going to spend that seed, dear dragon."

"I gave you relief. Don't I deserve the same?"

"Not here. I promised to test your seed back in the hollow."

Makaidos was most disappointed to hear that. "It is a long flight back. You know how annoying is it to fly with your cock exposed"

"It takes a male to know," Trys pushed a hind paw, trapping his member against his slit.

Makaidos drew in a sharp breath. His cock throbbed hard, spurting a weak string of precum. "It's...warmer than I expected."

"And clean, thanks to you," Trys flexed her toes, grabbing around the spaded tip.

The dragon's hiss climbed a pitch higher. Makaidos pushed deeper into her paw. He found her pads warm and silky, ideal for a quick penetration. Trys flexed and kneaded, turning his hiss into an outright moan.

"That is enough," she pulled back, shaking off the dripping fluids.

"I almost..." Makaidos licked his trembling lips. "I was about to release. Release inside your paw!"

"You males will thrust into anything that fits."

"Especially if it's wet and fleshy," he licked under her grey beak.

Trys enjoyed a few caresses before she shook her petite head. "Licks won't buy you an entrance."

"Please..." Makaidos said as he resorted to nibbling. "I want you, perhaps more than you can possibly imagine."

"I had a dozen males telling the same thing to get under my tail."

"I mean it," Makaidos pushed her head closer to his chest. "I liked you since we met, Trys, and you are the first female I ever impregnated. That kind of bond is not forged easily."

"Nor does it last indefinitely," she slinked away from the dragon's grip. "Fly back with me, spill your seed as I instruct, and I will consider another copulation."

Makaidos was left with his maw open and no proper words to speak. It was unfair how females always had the last word on everything. He couldn't tell that to Trys though, so he bit back his lust and irritation and scrambled onto his paws. At least Trys was considerate enough to wait until his arousal diminished.

Once his member retreated back inside its slit, Makaidos took flight. He followed Trys back towards the gryphon aviary, sharing little in the ways of words. She preferred aerial contests, and she only had a grumpy dragon as a partner. Makaidos never responded in the ways she expected. He growled when her talons lashed out and swerved out of the way wheneverr she tried a tackle.

Trys eventually gave up and flew straight, talking about her hollow. Makaidos heard a few things about rods before his mind ventured towards dripping females that begged to be taken. He imagined himself impregnating four dragonesses before he finally landed at the foot of the inspection hollow.

He was grateful to be aroused when he did. He lay on his back as Trys instructed and spread his wings on either side. The gryphess walked towards one of her stone boulders, looking and poking her beak at the cluttered items.

"Looking for something special?" Makaidos asked curiously.

Trys clacked a reply. She turned around, three thin rods gripped inside a forepaw.

"Rods again?" Makaidos growled drily. "You gryphons have a strange fascination with lengthy blunt objects."

"These are unique."

"Oh yes. Very," Makaidos said as he narrowed his eyes. "The color is a bit darker than what Rayik used to rape my tailhole, but a rod is still a rod."

Trys said nothing at that. She separated one rod from the others and gave it a good smack. The baton sparkled briefly and hummed with a harmonious resonance.

"Shock rods. You are a naughty bird if you think-"

Trys didn't think. She pushed.

The baton entered far quicker than Makaidos expected. His words turned to mush as a heated force penetrated his tailhole. Its touch was warm, and the surface delightfully silky. Trys pushed it all the way to her claw tips, filling the dragon's spasming muscles with the entirety of the rod.

"Heated rods, dear dragon," she nuzzled one of his clenching forepaws. "You are going to take all of them in before I unveil the final surprise."

"No...no space," Makaidos writhed from the spasms of delight that surged through his clamping muscles.

"What's that?" Trys whispered in his ear.

"Too tight. My tailhole is too tight!"

"I wasn't planning on inserting them there."

Makaidos blinked. He had no idea what the gryphess planned until she hovered above his bulged slit.

"Not there!" Makaidos pleaded.

Trys played the metal's heated edge along his crevice, spreading the lubrication around.

"Please...don't push it in."

As if gryphons ever listened. The thin rod pierced between his muscles, finding shelter deep inside his flesh. Makaidos trembled with delight. He thrust into the air, working his cock up and down as the intense pleasure traversed his scales like a wave of flame. He couldn't last long. Not with such intense heat stimulating his innermost sanctuaries.

Trys circled his cock with the final rod. Makaidos slapped it hard. Precum spurted from his spaded tip every few heartbeats. The gryphess licked her beak enticingly, pushing his cock closer towards his tail. Makaidos growled with helpless abandon as the final rod bridged the gap between the fleshy walls of his slit and his throbbing cock. It slithered inside like a snake, sending jolts of fiery pleasure inside his drenched sanctuary. His wings flapped, his tail slammed and swished, and his claws dug into the scaled pads of his paws.

"Don't spend your seed," Trys disappeared with wide leap, leaving Makaidos helplessly bound by the heated rods.

He was approaching his peek far too quickly. Makaidos stretched his neck above his chest. Musk hung all over his glistening cock, raw and fertile. A single inhale sent his cloudy mind towards females in heat. They were so wet and naughty, licking or taking his cock inside them with every passing heartbeat. Makaidos squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to give himself to them. Wanted to fill all his imaginary females with the great burden he sheltered inside his tightening balls.

"I found it!" Trys announced with a happy squeak.

Makaidos opened his eyes to the weirdest thing he saw during his life. It had a wide, twisting conch, a mean pair of black eyes, and more tentacles than he could count.

"Don't-"

"You'll like it."

"Don't place that thing near me!" the dragon growled desperately.

Trys settled it right on top of his cock. The creature dabbed around with its slimy tentacles, then wrapped several of them around the dragon's erect pole.

It felt so slimy, so tight, and unexpectedly good. Makaidos roared out his lust, rubbing his cock into the strange snail's embrace. It moved towards his slit, pushing four of its long tentacles inside. As expected, the creature had a thing for warm flesh. It wriggled and slapped inside like dying prey until it anchored itself onto the bed of soft flesh. At the same time, its middle slid over Makaidos' spaded tip. Makaidos thrust hard, but the creature did not budge. It pushed hard into his cock, swallowing his spaded tip inside the slimy contents of its conch. It was dripping wet, unreasonably warm, and horrifically tight.

Makaidos choked on his own roar as the creature tightened all its tentacles at once. His cock was thoroughly trapped. His tailhole plugged. His slit invaded and tickled by the creature's numerous tentacles. Makaidos couldn't hold himself back even if he wanted to. Untamed pleasure rushed through his heated muscles.

With a choked breath, Makaidos tensed and spurted straight into the creature's embrace.

His seed had a strange, unexpected effect. The creature's tentacles started to vibrate. One of them pushed straight through Makaidos' tip, traversing with mind numbing vibrations. It reached deep into his cock, pushing back the surge of seed. Makaidos never felt anything like it. The pressure built up, inflating his cock until he thought he was going to burst.

Then, the creature suddenly pulled out. Its mouth opened, taking the entirety of the dragon's immense load. Makaidos clenched his jaws and muffled the loudest roar that ever escaped his throat. The creature was literally feasting on him. Hundreds of soft barbs scratched his cock, stimulating and directing the stream inside the creature's fleshy depths. Its tentacles tightened right before he throbbed, increasing the strength of the jet. Then, when the seed escaped through the tip, the creature pulled it inside itself with the tightest and hottest embrace Makaidos had the pleasure of experiencing.

He was no longer in control. The creature was, pumping and stealing his seed right out of his cock. Makaidos gave it everything he had. Strong, healthy spurts to feed its insatiable maw.

"Am I interrupting?" A voice came from the entrance.

Makaidos turned his teary eyes towards Rayik's approaching form.

"She put the DeepShell Conch on you too?" he squawked with laughter.

"Step back," Trys flared her wings protectively.

Rayik pushed around her. "Why? I want to see!"

Trys gave him a firm shove, screeching. "I allowed no one to intrude while you had that strapped on your cock. Leave."

"I won't," Rayik shrieked stubbornly.

Makaidos couldn't care who watched and who didn't. His whole focus was blurry, just like his mind. Fiery whips seared his flesh every time he spasmed, thanks to the creature's unyielding grip.

"He looks weak."

"All males do at the height of their peak."

"Yeah, but I almost lost myself back then. That conch can be dangerous if left unchecked."

"Off..." Makaidos moaned.

"I will pull it once you are done."

Words dispersed upon the dragon's tangling tongue. He reached that point where his balls were too dry to give any more seed, yet the creature still suckled and squeezed. Makaidos unloaded whatever fluids he had until his muscles ached and his balls shivered with fatigue.

And the creature still feasted on him. Bubbly froth gathered around its belly due to the immense amount of seed it ingested.

Rayik quickly reached for a blunt rod with a wide girth. "Take it."

Trys stuck the conch with the shock rod. The creature's tentacles drew inwards. A riptide of gooey semen cascaded upon the dragon's retreating cock. With no means to hold its prize inside, the creature relinquished the seed in a messy and highly arousing display. Makaidos moaned and curled his paws. The heated streams proved to be delightfully relaxing to his trembling flesh. He watched silently as his cock was bathed with its own contents.

Rayik walked around, keeping his paws away from the streams of seed cascading down the dragon's drenched scales. "Look at that...I never thought you held so much inside."

Trys pushed him away. She inspected the seed with a critical eye, dabbing and scooping the fluid inside her parted beak. Rayik joined her quickly after. They argued a bit before they agreed to take half a dragon each.

Trys was the first one to step back. "You're healthy."

"Still white and creamy," Rayik smacked his beak a couple of times. "It's a wonder how your balls produce proper fluids after what we've put you through."

"Crazy bird..." Makaidos dropped his head on the ground. A tide of tiredness crashed into him with the might of a rock fall. His eyes became hazy, and his senses dull. Trys mumbled something about normal reactions. He didn't know what to think. After such a powerful orgasm, normal seemed awfully drab.