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_ Makaidos and Rayik are imprisoned atop the sun baked spires. Incertitude gnaws at their minds, and hopelessness erodes their conviction. After a failed attempt at stirring meaningful conversations, Rayik decides to entice his dragon partner with something a little more intimate than the fickle touch of a spoken word. He seduces Makaidos with well placed licks and buys himself passage inside his clenching tailhole through sheer virtue of skill. _

_ Penetrated and knotted by the unique anatomy of a gryphon's cock, Makaidos can only roar helplessly as he spends every last drop of his hot, churning seed. _

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Makaidos watched the SkyTalons descend towards the verdant city sprawling below his feet. Are'lan was a sight to behold. It was an oasis of life inside the heart of a cruel and inhospitable desert. Its rookeries twisted towards the sky in spiraling patterns, built from a rock darker than the night. Blackstone was impervious to magic, and as such it was used for the most important of structures, like the rookeries sheltering the eggs and the hatchlings of the resident dragons, and the prison on which Makaidos treaded upon.

"We made the right choice, haven't we?" Rayik's voice came, weak and unsure.

Makaidos looked behind an upraised wing. The gryphon's gaze was distant, almost hopeless. He wasn't staring at him, or at the sky beyond. No. There was emptiness inside Rayik's eyes, a gaping hole that had expanded with each wing beat that took him farther away from his home. Although his claws kissed the black stone with their tips and his feathers welcomed the gentle breeze of the morning, Rayik wasn't here. Not totally, at least.

"We did," Makaidos dipped his head and looked back upon the city. "Can you imagine what would have happened if we fought?"

"We could have killed them," Rayik's claws clicked quicker on the polished stone. "We had the numbers and the position. The Spire had nothing but a few spell weavers and rumors on how avians fight."

"Sometimes, a few mages is all it takes to wipe out an entire colony," Makaidos sighed softly. "Do not mistake our luck for skill. If the scouts we happened upon were a few seasons older, we would have been feeding the crows perching on your mountains."

"Elrethyel Eagles do not feast on the dead," Rayik said.

"Like that matters," Makaidos tried flapping his wings. They barely twitched in their joints. The crystals underneath sapped every ounce of vigor from his muscles. Even standing on his fours was a strain.

"It does, dragon. This lapse in knowledge changes everything. If only we-"

Makaidos turned to face his gryphon companion. "We can think on a dozen ways this could have gone, and none will bend the simple truth. We are here, Rayik," he growled, scratching the stone with a forepaw for emphasis. "Sitting on this miserable rock with this miserable sun bearing down on us because you couldn't keep your talons for yourself!"

He had to let that out, didn't he? That itching anger that has been crawling beneath his scales since he traded the verdant forests and Trys' warmth for dust and nothingness.

"Sckraaawk!" Rayik leaped forward. His paws crumbled underneath his weight. Instead of a majestic leap, the gryphon collapsed in a pile of limp wings and paws. He clacked his beak angrily, trying to pull himself up.

"I have seen this before, in my mind," Makaidos circled his feathery companion.

"Your scaly head developed the gift of divination?" Rayik squawked. "Tell me, what else have you seen?"

"Blood. Your blood, marring your broken feathers," the dragon swiped his claws along one of the gryphon's wings. Rayik's feathers haven't been preened for days. They tangled and tugged on his claws. Makaidos pulled hard enough to pluck them, descending along Rayik's rump while the gryphon spewed his spite.

"You would have died, along with me and a hundred others of your kin!"

"Coward," Rayik turned his head away. "For all the strength and words you boast, you couldn't stand against a few of your own."

Makaidos growled. "Killing is distasteful."

"Seems so, after you found yourself nestled and protected by my own," Rayik fixed his amber eyes back on him. "You had no reservations killing dragons before. I have seen you, Makaidos. Seen you tear the wings, scales, and claws off your prey. Nothing stopped you when your own life was threatened because you had nothing!"

"I had my freedom!" Makaidos roared, loud enough to eclipse the gryphon's words. "What does a youthful fledgling know of it? You, who ate meat from his mother's beak and slept comfortably at night under the wings of loving parents?"

"Don't bring your past into this," Rayik shook his head and clacked his beak in righteous anger. "I'm not about to sulk over ancient history."

"It does matter, you stupid featherhead!" Makaidos paced around. "How can you be so dense? I had nothing before I joined the Spire. I had nothing when I trained. I slept alone, ate alone, and hunted alone for as long as I can remember!"

"Rawk awk..." Rayik clacked his beak sarcastically. "The dragon learned what it takes to be a solitary male."

"I did, yes," Makaidos licked his snout and settled near Rayik. "But that changed after I met you. I had to think for both, not just for myself."

Rayik splayed on his side with a great sigh. "Nobody asked for that particular favor."

"Yet you were grateful for it. My experience kept your tail out of an Earthworm's grasp andyou're your wings soaring through the greatest of dangers."

"Get to your point. This lecture suddenly starts to bore me more than your smell."

Makaidos stifled his upcoming growl. He had to rein his raging emotions. Arguing did no good for either of them.

"I have changed, Rayik," Makaidos crawled closer. "For your sake, and that of your whole colony. I thought with my head before I allowed my claws and instincts to take over."

"You thought?" Rayik lifted his head, blinking lazily. "Then how comes we are here, while the rest of our enemies are there?" he pointed a paw towards the city.

Makaidos pushed it down. "Yes, they are there because we have allowed them to," Makaidos bowed his head to lick along the gryphon's forepaw. "Two lives in exchange for a hundred. Is that such a terrible trade for you, Rayik? Is your own freedom more important than the lives of your flock?"

Rayik flicked his ears, beak grinding with uncertainty. "I..." he opened it, only to close it again. "it's...I don't have to explain myself to you, dragon," he pulled his paw back and started to preen his wing feathers. Their shuffle mixed in with the wind's caress, making for quite a soothing combination.

"It's complicated," Rayik finally said, revealing his muddy head as he looked towards the sky. "We gryphons value our independence. We don't like to be constrained by any kind of bond, be that an oath, a chamber, or a chain."

"Are you willing to die for that belief?"

"Most of us are," Rayik said. "Captivity is worse than death. What good are wings if you cannot stretch them? Why smell the air if you cannot fly upon its tide? Why allow your limbs to become frail and weak if you cannot even stretch them properly?"

"To live," Makaidos said. "Live, until you find a way to escape."

Rayik disagreed with a squawk. "That is your dragon mind speaking. From certain fetters, there is no escape. I have seen gryphons broken by promises and oaths. If words can carry such weight, what do you think a prison like this will do to me?"

He had a point, faulty as it was. Makaidos pushed into his side, testing his reaction. Rayik's wings fluttered with unease and his tail shifted behind him, though aside from that he showed no hints of aggression. Makaidos inched his snout forward. The gryphon blinked and closed his eyes. He flinched at the touch, only to exhale a shuddering coo shortly after.

Makaidos rubbed into his warm plumage. His breath soothed Rayik's tense muscles and calmed his nerves. "You have me, Rayik," he said between rubs. "I will not allow you to carry this burden by yourself."

"That brightens the spirits. A stupid dragon trapped alongside a reckless gryphon," Rayik shrieked softly, poking his beak at Makaidos' scales. "How did we get here? I ask myself that again and again, and each time I fail to see the answer."

"You protected your aviary. That is all there is."

"Maybe there was another way..." Rayik looked upon the distant dunes. "Some answer that, in our haste, we forgot to unveil."

Makaidos pressed his wing over his partner. He had to push it forward and thrust it like a limp cock due to his abnormally weak muscles. "They were going to find the colony. You said it yourself."

"But what if-"

"Rayik..." Makaidos licked under his beak, then slowly retreated to look into the gryphon's blazing eyes. "You made the right choice."

"You think so?"

"I know so," Makaidos smiled. "Now stop digging through the past and put this beak to proper use. I quite liked those scratches of yours."

"Preening. And it is suited only for fur or feathers."

"Scales too," Makaidos wrapped a forepaw around his neck and pushed Rayik's squawking beak into his chest. "Now get to work."

Rayik's preening was most delightful. He knew where to insist and where to apply pressure. Makaidos relaxed completely under the gryphon's pleasant treatment, surrendering his belly to Rayik's ministrations. Makaidos watched the gryphon's slender front paws as they slid along his belly in soft, circling motions until they reached his slit. Rayik went around the crevice, until he met the base of his sack between his fingers. Rayik kneaded thrice, then turned around his paw, cupping the warm spheres inside his palm.

"They feel healed," he observed as he played the orbs between his fingers.

Makaidos clenched his toes. Something felt unreasonably stimulating about the way Rayik grabbed and fondled with such a sensitive part of his body. As precious as they were, a male's balls lacked any manner of protection. Many dragons got their future clawed or bitten off during heated contests. Makaidos always protected himself, yet now he felt like letting his defenses down. If he relinquished the urge to resist, he could allow that heated caress to seep deeper into his slit and awaken forgotten urges.

"Grrrrh."

"You like it?"

"A bit," Makaidos admitted. "Still feels weird to have that certain part of me caressed so gently after all you've done."

"A trial is supposed to test one's ability. Should we have gone gentle on you?" Rayik tightened his grip around the sack.

Makaidos kicked a paw. He didn't expect that pressure to feel so good. "I...It's so- almost like-"

"You can't even speak, can you?" Rayik softened his grip, allowing the dragon's tension to spill with a long hissing sound.

"I c-can. Only that-"

He grabbed again. Makaidos scrunched his eyes when the clutch resumed its strength. Rayik kneaded around his balls like the hungry lips of a dragoness that begged for their load to spill forth.

"You came so hard once I squeezed these. I never saw a dragon releasing so long and hard as you did."

"It felt...It felt like...." Makaidos clenched his maw, hissing with the sheer pressure of rising lust.

"Like an orgasm, only infinitely more powerful," Rayik let go, allowing the loosening sack to fall back with a squelch. "I will drain those when the time is right."

"Why...why not now?" Makaidos' moaned with disappointment. His muscles trembled with desire.

"I still have to preen myself," Rayik said simply as he drove his head under an upraised flank. "What, did you think I'll leave my fur mangy and unkempt to pleasure you?"

Makaidos licked his lips to wash away the disappointment. "Something like that."

Rayik refused to lend his aid. He was so selfish and inconsiderate sometimes. Makaidos disliked that kind of attitude. Gryphons had an annoying habit of starting things and leaving them hanging. Unfortunately for Makaidos, his cock found itself in the same posture. Wet and hard, it pushed its way out of its shelter at the tantalizing promise of pleasure. With a gruff snort, Makaidos pressed into his balls. His fingers were too meaty, and his paw too big. He tried caressing, then grabbing, and even licking and nuzzling his own sack. Nothing felt quite as exotic as Rayik's slender paw wrapped around his sensitive spheres.

Makaidos gave up the futile attempt to pleasure himself and strolled around the platform, ignoring Rayik's comments about his hanging pride. He knew it would shrivel as quickly as it swelled. Hot air never agreed with moisture unless it came from a living being. With nothing but dry air to poke around its glistening length, his cock started to retreat with a dry, itching caress. Makaidos snarled at how uncomfortable that felt. He lubricated his member with a few licks, pushing back his receding erection until it squelched behind his thickening walls.

"Releasing saved you all the trouble."

"See to your feathers, gryphon," Makaidos hissed angrily. There were few things he hated more than missing on a good rutting, and this was one of them. Having a lazy gryphon ram him down like an abusive cock seeking shelter inside his tailhole.

Rayik did just that. He preened himself until he reached his cock. Then, he grabbed himself, cooing and squawking his pleasure.

Makaidos knew he was being taunted, so he sought a secluded perch away from that randy gryphon. He settled on the platform's rim, allowing his claws to grab onto the edge and his head to loom above the city. Are'lan was beautiful, even when viewed from one of its prisons. Makaidos knew distraction was the only cure for his predicament so he started counting and organizing the buildings. He started from the east, just below the sun's oppressive brilliance. His eyes dashed from rookery to rookery, tapping a claw against the stone every for every building he noticed. With that done, he turned his eyes to the commoner's dens. Some were round, like fruits, while others adopted the shape of a tree's trunk. No matter how they were built, none matched the majesty of the spires. Makaidos counted several hundreds before his eyes drifted towards the shifting dunes. The desert had a calming emptiness to it. Nothing lasted. Trees fell or burned, buildings crumbled, mountains shrunk into dust. Not the sands. They would be here long after everything was gone, sailing in the wind or rolling along the ground with the same repetitive monotony.

Makaidos remained lost in thought until he blinked. The sky changed color to a warm, fiery hue. No clouds hung in the clear sky, leaving it as bare as the desert.

Makaidos turned around. His stiff muscles protested at the unexpected surge of movement.

"The dragon finally awakes," Rayik said. He still remained splayed on the side, with his head settled upon a forepaw.

"How long was I absent?" Makaidos asked.

"Absent? You were here the whole time. I watched you."

"Must've made for quite a sight," Makaidos said as he shuffled towards the gryphon.

"Your tail never bores me, dragon. I find the tip most intriguing. Makes me wonder if I can find fins in other parts of your body."

"For that, you will have to explore me."

"Now?" Rayik asked lazily.

"Unless you have something better to do, I suppose."

Spending time in another's embrace felt much better. Makaidos watched the sun descend from under Rayik's wing. He talked about gryphon habits and customs, while Makaidos just nodded his head and agreed with everything. Boredom was a tricky enemy to fight. It grew stronger with every passing heartbeat by gnawing onto every stroke or spoken word. After the grooming was done and their topics were spent, the two settled their eyes upon the city, coming up with assumptions about every flying being they encountered. Where they went, why, where they came from, and many more questions were answered as the sun relinquished his reign to its silver sister. The full moon perked on the horizon, looking upon the city with its pure, one eyed gaze.

Makaidos admired it. He often wondered if any dragon was brave enough to fly so high. As nurturing as it was, the air choked the breath and froze the wings of those foolish enough to venture into the high skies.

"That one is flying here," Rayik said.

Makaidos quickly scanned through the star speckled sky. "Which one?"

"Near the middle rookery, just above the spell weaver's workshop."

Makaidos saw it too. A dragon too lustrous to be a simple commoner. Its wings sailed above Makaidos before he landed on the platform with a curt growl.

Rayik pushed into his side, whispering under his beak. "How can he fly here?"

"Suppressing enchantments. It has to be that."

"I thought these crystals sap everything."

"Must be the armor then. Maybe if we kill the dragon and steal his-"

Makaidos hissed and walked forth. "Greetings, warrior. What can we do for you?"

The dragon bowed his head and shook off the bag strapped around its neck. It slid towards his head, tangling in his horns. He growled, pawing at the pesky piece of rope.

"I can-"

"Hold your ground."

Makaidos did just that, watching the dragon's futile attempts to unlatch the bag tied around his neck. He grabbed the rope between his teeth and chewed, stopping only when the bag fell with a thud.

"Your food," he pointed at the speckle of pink emerging from the sack's mouth.

Makaidos dipped his head. "Gratitude."

"Keep it to yourself, scale-render," the dragon flared his wings and growled. "How did it feel to taste the blood of your own kin? Your brethren, who you swore to protect?"

"Tasted like any other blood," Makaidos said simply.

The dragon shook his head and snapped his jaws. "Graaarrrr!"

"You disagree then?"

He roared so loud that drops of saliva latched upon Makaidos' scales. He would have brought a wing forth if his muscles weren't so weak.

"I will hear no more from you, traitor!"

"Traitor, you say? I hope those bright wings of yours will never leave the city, brethren," Makaidos said between clenched fangs. "A dozen dragons die in the wilds each day. See how you like it when a territorial male descends upon your armored hide."

"I will have more sense than you, murderers!" the dragon snarled and crouched. "Expect the Talon of Justice to arrive within the following days. That is, if you are still sane enough to form proper words."

"We aren't fledglings, little hatchling who pants like a whelp after his mother's cunt," Rayik taunted with a screech.

The dragon roared his spite.

Rayik took that opportunity to bump into Makaidos and whisper in his ear. "That gem latched upon his shoulder must be the key."

Makaidos saw it. A jagged rock held in the mouth of a roaring dragon.

"We can't get it."

"Not without subduing that little whelp. Pounce him, and I'll grab his rock."

"No," Makaidos shook his head.

Rayik dug his sharp talons into his forepaw. "It's our only chance to escape from this prison. Do as I command, or-"

Makaidos shoved the gryphon so hard, he stumbled back a few steps.

"We heard enough, dragon. Fly away to your den."

He took off with a strong flap of his wings.

"You thoughtless bastard!" Rayik came at him in a storm of shrieks and flailing talons. "We. Could have. Escaped!"

Makaidos stepped back from the blows. Once his balance steadied, he surged forth, unbalancing Rayik with a head butt to the chest. The gryphon fell on the side, but he couldn't get up. Makaidos stood above him, one heavy paw pressed against the gryphon's exposed belly.

"A shove was all it took," he pressed his head against Rayik's beak. "What chances do you think we stand against that dragon?"

"Many. There's two of us."

"Hatchlings who nip and claw at their mother's hide," he snarled. "He would have thrown us both off this platform. Is that how you want to die, Rayik?" Makaidos pressed on. "Is it worth trading your life over a moment of stupidity?"

"IT IS!" Rayik uselessly scratched and kicked and the impenetrable scales until the fire left his body. He dropped his head on the ground, panting. "Entrapment breaks me, Makaidos. If I fight, at least I'll die with dignity!"

"If you stay, you will not die at all," Makaidos dropped and pulled the smaller gryphon towards his chest. "We will get through this, together."

Rayik was too weak to fight back. He surrendered to the dragon's paws and pushed his beak into his chest, cooing softly.

"I will hold on to your words, Makaidos. Better keep this promise."

"I never break my word."

They remained piled into each other until the smell of fresh meat became too enticing to ignore. Makaidos tore into the bag with his claws. Whatever lay inside was a complete mess. Clogged blood was smeared over the pieces of whatever unfortunate creature lay inside. Rayik turned his head from the grisly sight.

"Too messy for you?"

"Even my messiest kills look better! You dragons have no respect for the meat you eat."

"I'll take care of it. Just don't ruffle your feathers prematurely," Makaidos said and took a deep breath. He felt the heat building inside him. With one raging roar, he expelled the concentrated air. Torn pieces of cloth and fur bent under his breath.

"You are roaring at a dead carcass. Is that what you dragons do before-"

"Something's wrong."

"Of course it is. We are supposed to eat that, not try and reason with it."

"My flames are dead, Rayik. I cannot summon them."

"Did you expect to?" The gryphon twitched his wings for emphasis.

"Suppose you're right," Makaidos sighed. He hated feeling helpless! "So, who gets the exquisite pleasure of licking that delightful meat clean?"

Of course Rayik stepped back. Grooming some dead meat was a lot more intimidating than full grown dragons. Makaidos licked the hardening blood with swift strokes of his tongue, then shoved the pieces between his paws, where Rayik was supposed to collect them if his paws were not busy with something else.

"Can you eat instead of doing that?" Makaidos hissed.

Rayik tilted his head, chirping with amusement. "Doing what, exactly?"

"That!" he slapped his tail on the gryphon's side.

Rayik didn't budge. His warm breath returned, more furious than ever. "Why are they hanging like this?" Rayik poked with his beak. "Your slit has scales and even your tailhole offers a measure of protection, but these jewels are completely exposed. If I can only find the origin of...this sack...then maybe I can..."

Makaidos slapped his tail again, forcing a squawk out of Rayik's throat.

"The next one is going to be harder."

"As you wish, your crankiness," Rayik allowed the heavy sack to droop unceremoniously between the dragon's legs.

Makaidos felt slightly bad for chiding him like that. He quite liked the gryphon's ministrations. He blinked and turned his attention back on the meat. Once every piece was clean, Makaidos dropped on his belly and started feasting. It wasn't the freshest of stags, but meat was meat, and his belly craved for something inside it.

The sound of crunching bones filled the silence. Are'lan became as quiet as the desert when all the dragons and gryphons sought shelter inside their roosts. Only a few insects still remained awake, most of them too far removed from Makaidos' hearing abilities. At this height, the whisper of the wind had the last saying in everything.

...Along with the loud crunch whenever Makaidos crushed a bone between his jaws. He chewed greedily and swallowed the bones along with the meat, much to Rayik's displeasure. The gryphon was a lot more methodical with his meal, picking carefully around the bone. His beak only sought the meat, leaving the skin, fur, and the bones completely untouched. Makaidos kindly offered to help by liberating every bone from Rayik's possession.

"Our hatchlings are the same, Rayik," Makaidos said between bites. "Picky. Demanding. Sometimes annoying."

"And your point is?" the gryphon pecked around a stringy sinew.

"They grow into fine dragons. You don't."

He squawked at that. "If fine means swallowing everything carelessly, then I suppose that is true. Do you eat dirt as well? What about rocks?"

"Be reasonable."

"I am. Only that scale-heads and reason are like stags and wolves. They smell, taste and see each other, but they never mate."

"And you know that because..." Makaidos trailed off suggestively.

"Reasons," Rayik twitched his ears. "I think. You don't."

They finished their meal rather quickly once their mouths found themselves occupied with something of worth. Makaidos groomed his paws while Rayik tried doing the same for his.

"That short tongue doesn't help much, does it?"

"I'm patient," Rayik slid his beak under a talon, his nub of a tongue licking quickly along its length.

Makaidos sighed. "The sun will rise before you clean all that blood."

The gryphon slammed his paw down. "Can you offer anything aside from words? Because they aren't helping."

Makaidos stuck his lengthy tongue out. It took a long lick across his beak for that featherhead to finally understand what that meant. Trilling happily, Rayik exposed himself to the dragon's ministrations. He dropped on his back, grabbing with his paws whenever Makaidos nudged into his feathery chest.

"You are quite good at this."

"I had a good teacher," Makaidos swirled around a slender forepaw. "My mother bathed me every day. There was no corner in our cave where I could hide from her tongue. She was so persistent. So caring..."

"What about your father? Had his tongue in other places, did he?"

Makaidos cleaned the gryphon's curved talons before answering. "Not all the time. He just loved bathing mother a lot more. Often times he lingered between her legs. I had no idea why until I matured enough to understand."

"Maybe you should follow your sire's expertise," Rayik pushed against the dragon's horned head. "Place that lovely tongue of yours right between my paws."

Makaidos ruffled his chest with a breath, then licked quickly, stirring the gryphon's delight. "Would you like that?"

"Absolutely," Rayik trilled excitedly.

Makaidos gave him the harshest belly rub, licking and nibbling at his fur until the gryphon choked on shrieks and screeches.

"You vile creature!" Rayik tried flapping his wings.

"I did as you bid," Makaidos pulled back.

"You're mine!"

Makaidos allowed Rayik to overpower him. It was only fair given the recent treatment. He placed his forepaws on each of his shoulders, inspecting with a critical eye.

"Bloody snout, bloody neck, messy paws. To which part of your esteemed body shall this humble bird attend to?"

"Everything," Makaidos laid his head back with a pleasant sigh. "And make sure there is enough tongue there to wash away the blood. Don't want stinky grime on my scales."

"Of course not. There will not be a single drop on these beautiful scales."

Makaidos expected a kick to the balls or some other quip, but Rayik pleasantly surprised him when he started licking with his little tongue. Makaidos growled warmly when Rayik slid down his serpentine neck and stretched his fingers to allow his beak to maneuver between them. With those done, Rayik traveled down his chest, his warm licks stirring a pleasant heat below the dragon's scales. It went lower, and lower, too close to a certain part of a male's body.

"Rayik..."

He shook off the dragon's entrapping paws and sniffed along his crevice.

"You said your whole body, and that is what I intend to do."

Makaidos drew a sharp breath when Rayik's tongue made contact with his slit. His toes curled and relaxed, throbbing in the same manner as his flesh. Rayik did not have a lengthy tongue or a large amount of lubricating saliva. He had precision, and with the right touch he could stir unexpected waves of sheer bliss. He dabbed quickly at the shuddering flesh, slurping away the moisture that quickly built up on the kneading walls. Makaidos hasn't expected something so small to feel so good. He clenched in a vain attempt to entrap the gryphon's tongue. Its lithe stature allowed it to evade the oppressive walls. Rayik liked to taste, and he circled the whole slit twice, clacking his beak after every harsh slurp.

Makaidos growled and kicked at the air. That's when Rayik dove inside. The flesh parted for his beak. A shudder of intense pleasure rushed through Makaidos' spine, flaring his wings and culminating with a soft, moaning roar. Rayik was too quick. Too restless, and much too lustful. He shoved himself deeper until he met the dragon's stirring cock.

Then, he licked. Makaidos couldn't keep himself inside for long, not with that tongue playing around his oversensitive tip. He thrust into the bare air, exploding from his slit with short jets of precum. Rayik took them all in his face.

"What was that?" He squawked as he tried shaking off the gooey fluid from his dripping feathers.

"You know," Makaidos panted heavily.

"I know how you taste and smell, not that it takes a single lick for your lust to spill forth!"

The pleasure was too intense to argue, and Rayik was of a similar mind. He didn't waste time on words when he had other important locations to visit. After he cleaned his beak off the translucent strings, he ventured towards the dragon's exposed sack. He carefully sniffed the package while he rubbed his beak around its loosening skin. Heat and lust relaxed the muscles, making every touch feel like heated waves of pure pleasure.

Makaidos winced when he found his sensitive pouch trapped between the gryphon's beak. He pawed at Rayik, forcing him back with a squawk.

"Too rough for you?"

"Too good. Do it again."

Rayik resumed his pecking. He thoroughly enjoyed licking, sniffing and tugging on the sensitive skin sheltering the balls. Makaidos liked his breath as much as his tongue. It flowed like warm water over his sack, soothing the pinching sensation left behind by the sharp beak. Rayik slid lower, and lower, until his beak rubbed against a different breed of flesh. This one was tight and strong unlike the soft shell protecting a dragon's balls.

"You are so tense here," Rayik said as he trailed a claw around the dragon's pucker.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he licked once, forcing the walls to spasm and contract.

The heat forced another moan out of the dragon's throat. "Don't pierce me. Not there."

Rayik licked five more times, his warmth sending ripples of delight down the dragon's spine.

"You seem healed to me, dragon. Perhaps a closer look will confirm my suspicions."

Makaidos was far too weak to stop him. Rayik pushed the tips of two claws past the trembling surface of the muscles and gently pulled them apart.

Makaidos snarled. Warmth invaded his tailhole. Warmth and an unexpected amount of lubrication. Rayik slurped inside his tailhole, stimulating the flesh in so many delightful ways.

"Grrraaarh!" Makaidos gave in with a shuddering roar. His cock spread its slit apart with a shattering throb, dripping with need and desire.

"Sent you over the edge, haven't I?" Rayik licked the tip of his beak as he pulled back.

"No, but it was close," Makaidos said. "Much too close."

"You barely spent a day without spilling, dragon. How comes you are so sensitive?"

Makaidos couldn't explain it himself. It could have been Trys's fault. She certainly spoiled him with her tightly packed cunt. Or maybe it was the trial, and the many blows inflicted upon his privates. Makaidos couldn't tell. All he focused on was Rayik's warm tongue. The way it slithered, the way it touched, the way it poked... it was more than stimulating, and Makaidos found himself craving for another touch.

He shook his head to disperse some of the heat and tapped the gryphon's flank with a hind paw.

"Turn around."

"Why? I barely-"

"You'll have my tailhole after I get a good taste of what is is about to go inside me."

Rayik fluttered his wings, confused by the odd request. Nonetheless, he turned around, tail raised above his firm spheres.

Makaidos licked his snout at the sight of it. Gryphons were not well endowed. Their tailholes were barely large enough to fit a claw inside, and their cocks were minuscule, sheltered inside fluffy sheaths like the claws of their hind paws. Still, there was something appetizing in the way Rayik swished his tail over his shuddering hole. His balls trembled slightly, accommodating for the blood surging within. Makaidos approached his snout. A wave of warmth washed around Rayik's privates, forcing a weak squawk out of the gryphon's throat. He wobbled on his paws, looking behind with a needy gaze.

Makaidos inhaled his raw musk. It was strong and fertile, not unlike a female at the peak of her heat. He took the aroma deep inside his nostrils, then allowed his tongue to wash along the tip of the sheath in slow, linear paths. The flesh trembled. A multitude of tastes assaulted his senses. Makaidos expected dust and musk, but not the faint fragrance of seed. He licked around the gryphon's tailhole, poking between his stubborn walls until he screeched with delight.

That's when Makaidos returned to his cock. He lubricated the balls with several licks, then took the small sheath inside his mouth, bathing it with suckling flesh and moisturizing saliva. Rayik leaned on his forelegs, too unsteady to remain on all fours. His muscles tensed and clenched, just like his emerging cock. Makaidos wrapped his tongue around the emerging rod and squeezed. Warm pulsations quaked beneath the soft flesh, fueling the gryphon's lust. His shivering flanks thrust forth, pushing his member deeper into the heated prison.

Makaidos spat it out once it grew past what his tongue could accommodate. The thick baton slapped against the gryphon's belly. It was a thick, budging thing with a barbed tip and a swollen knot reminiscing of two balls fused together. Makaidos pushed into it, sniffed greedily, and slapped his tongue around its rock hard form, all while Rayik screeched and flapped his wings with delight.

"Enough!" he stumbled forward. Thin jets of fluid speared from his tip, splashing against the dusty stone.

Makaidos licked his snout off the gryphon's tasty musk. He had a somewhat suave fragrance, reminding of Trys' syrupy heat. Makaidos throbbed with desire even at the mere thought of her squelching lips.

"I will have you now, dragon," Rayik pushed a forepaw into his clenching tailhole.

Makaidos snapped at the air, snarling with desire. "Pierce me, gryphon. I want your thick cock deep inside me."

Rayik climbed above him with slow, measured steps. He took a good whiff from the dragon's throbbing cock and licked his beak quickly, thoroughly aroused by the intense concoction of scents. He dipped his head back, licked along the slit, then lubricated his paw with the emerging fluids.

Makaidos didn't know what he planned on doing until Rayik's soaked paw descended on his tailhole. The dragon tensed, claws digging into the pads of his paws. His muscles kneaded and kissed those rough scales, begging for something longer and thicker.

Rayik soon provided that. He poked his cock around the pucker, teasing the muscles with his barbed tip. Makaidos hardly handled the incessant scratching. He growled in the gryphon's face, begging for a good filling.

The gryphon pierced him with a single thrust, sinking that hardened rod of flesh inside the warm, shuddering muscles. They parted like a female's folds in his wake, welcoming the member inside their spasming embrace.

"Scraawk!" Rayik dropped on the dragon's chest, raking at his claws while his beak contorted with the sheer weight of pleasure. He throbbed so hard, and spurted so quick. Jets of heated fluid drove deep inside Makaidos, whipping his lust into a heated frenzy of pressing desire.

"Rrrhhh. Deeper...."

"Trying," Rayik said as he pushed himself forward. "You are too hard. Awk, too tight!"

"Grr... Just shove yourself in!"

Rayik picked up his thrusts. He rammed his knot against the walls of the dragon's pucker, coating them with a glistening sheen. Lewd slaps splashed into existence with every thrust, until the gryphon's knot slipped inside the shuddering walls.

Makaidos shivered and moaned as his muscles stretched to accommodate for the rock hard knot. He clawed at the air, eyes scrunched and lips shivering above his exposed fangs due to the tremendous waves of heated pleasure ramming inside him. Rayik's knot felt so good inside. So filling. It slithered forward with each push, pushing the dragon's muscles closer to the edge of precipice. He squeezed and spasmed, milking that gryphon for all his worth. Makaidos thirsted for the strong gushes of Rayik's milky seed. He wanted his essence deep inside him, just as he craved for his cock prior to the knotting.

"So hard...so hot," Makaidos winced between moans, licking his gryphon with relentless strokes of his tongue.

Rayik cooed with bliss, poking his own little tongue through his parted beak. He nuzzled and rubbed into the dragon's caress, eyes closed against the silky dashes of his tongue.

"How close?" he asked, paws wrapped around the dragon's neck.

"Too close," Makaidos nibbled into Rayik's feathery neck. "Your knot stirs me like nothing else."

"I know, dear dragon. I know..." Rayik said between breaths.

"Why don't you take it out?" Makaidos snarled as a shiver forced his muscles to contract. Rayik too shrieked, steadying his trembling paws. "Grrh...take it out, then shove it in, like you did in the meadow..."

"Rough. Too rough," Rayik clacked his beak. "I was inconsiderate. And selfish," he rubbed affectionately around the dragon's panting maw before he drew that feathery head back. "I could have hurt you, Makaidos."

The dragon shook his head. "Don't care. It felt so good. So filling."

"I know you like it rough, but-"

"No," he grabbed the avian's feathery neck and dashed four long strokes between his feathers. "I want you to fill me, Rayik, no matter how you do it."

Rayik screeched. He pushed himself all the way to his balls, kissing the spasming wall of flesh with his furred spheres. "You like it rough then?"

Makaidos nodded eagerly, melting under the harsh spurts of avian precum.

"I will give it to you," Rayik said as a forepaw wrapped around the dragon's exposed cock. "I will make you cum."

Makaidos roared, a harsh and guttural sound filled with lust and passion. He thrust into his newfound grip, rubbing his cock against hard scales while his tailhole squeezed hard around Rayik's thick knot. The explosion of pleasure was too intense for his weakened crotch. His balls tightened inside their pouch, ready to spill their load.

"C-close," Makaidos hissed.

"What?"

"Too close!"

"Spend yourself, dragon," Rayik pecked under his exposed jaw. "Give me all you got."

Rayik's words were just as lewd as his cock. He spewed them endlessly, breaking any resistance they encountered. Makaidos knew he couldn't last. Not when he had a pumping knot lodged inside his tailhole and a firm paw to rub and scratch at his throbbing erection.

So he surrendered to the pleasure's whipping caress. It flowed through him like molten fire, seething his overly sensitive muscles. His slit tightened harder than rock in preparation of the flood of seed that was about to erupt.

Rayik felt that. He gripped the dragon's cock tighter inside his paw and rubbed with unruly determination. Up and down he went, from the clenched base of the dragon's slit, over the smooth girth of his cock, and all the way to his oozing, spaded tip, where he circled and rubbed the oversensitive head. The hard stimulation rewarded him with fresh reserves of precum. His soaked paw then descended back with a maddening touch of sheer bliss and painful arousal.

And that wasn't everything. Rayik knew just how sensitive a dragon's balls were at the height of their orgasm. His hind paw found Makaidos' sack with a single kick. It hurt at first, but once those padded fingers spread and grabbed at his exposed spheres, Makaidos knew a different breed of bliss.

"Cum, dragon. Give me your seed. Surrender your essence to the grip of my talons. Empty your balls to the touch of my paw. Milk my knot with the great strength of your tailhole!"

Rayik repeated that as he slammed his balls again and again on the lubricated pucker.

A great flood of sheer bliss overwhelmed Makaidos' senses. It surged through his rock hard cock like a spear. Drops of cloudy fluid dribbled from his tip, wetting the gryphon's restless paw. Makaidos was far too close. The pressure became too hard to bear. He couldn't keep it in.

"It's here, isn't it?" Rayik asked.

Makaidos had to release it.

"Cum, dragon. Give into it."

Had to-

"Spend your seed!"

"Grrrawrrrr!" He roared out his lust as hard as his throat allowed as a strong jet of seed exploded from his flaring tip. Rayik screeched victoriously at that. His grip became a seething clutch around the dragon's spasming cock. Makaidos throbbed helplessly, relieving himself of the great strain thundering beneath his crotch. Rayik directed the spurting cock cock towards the dragon's trembling throat. Warm gushes of seed splashed around and inside his maw. Some took him between the eyes or inside a nostrils, while a few splashed against his fangs or drove into his very throat. Makaidos swallowed it all. He played his tongue around his flooded snout, catching the harsh spurts summoned by his restless cock.

He throbbed fiercely down there. Rayik's hind paw allowed no relief for his balls. It kept kneading and pushing, milking the spheres for all their worth. His front paw was even bolder. The rubs became quicker and harsher, focusing mostly on the spasming slit. The hard pressure added strength to the spurts, enhancing the speed and quality of the erupting seed.

Though both of those pleasures paled in comparison to the gryphon's delightful cock. Every spasm around it sent Makaidos muscles into offensive. Fiery tendrils slapped the insides of his tailhole, urging him to spasm harder and quicker. The gryphon thoroughly enjoyed that. He screeched louder and louder, until his cock relinquished its great load. His own heated seed burst forth like the raging waves of the sea, flooding everything in its path.

Makaidos wasn't prepared for yet another beacon of delight. He melted into the flames with a long wail, head crashing onto the ground as cascading jets of his own draconic seed washed over his chest.

Rayik pumped quickly. His knot bulged every time that happened, forcing the dragon's muscles to spread apart and accommodate. Rushes of warm seed seeped deep into his tailhole. Makaidos fought hard to concentrate on his own orgasm. His whole frame felt abnormally hot. He shivered and blinked, trying to resist against the humongous strain brought by the unyielding waves of bliss. The spurts lessened as his balls slowly emptied, but his cock still throbbed fiercely thanks to Rayik's erupting seed. It swirled and touched everything in its path, including the dragon's most sensitive prostate. Bathed in such a warm and silky fluid, it sent ripples of thunderous delight quaking through his frame.

Makaidos thrust and spasmed, clawed and raked at the air, swallowed and licked whatever remnants of seed he could catch. Rayik too shrilled his blissful orgasm until he collapsed on the dragon's chest.

Makaidos grabbed him between weakened forepaws and pushed his stiff head towards him, touching the tip of his beak. Rayik released his cock to grab tightly around his neck. Together, they panted and whimpered, sliding on the waves of bliss until the pleasure relinquished its grasp.

Rayik dismounted once his knot became weaker. He slid out, along with a hefty gush of his own gooey essence.

"Somebody has to clean this mess," he clacked his beak cheerfully.

"I'll do it," Makaidos tried to stand on his paws. His muscles shivered hard, barely allowing him to crawl.

"Are you sure?"

He hissed at the randy bird. "I don't need my legs to groom myself."

Rayik had no complaints for that. He dropped on his back, one leg lifted above his coated balls. His cock was still halfway out, throbbing lazily. A few drops of seed still found their way through its frame, staining the gryphon's muddy fur a shade darker.

Makaidos was tempted to start with Rayik if his own tailhole wasn't so thoroughly coated in gryphon essence. He stuck his tongue inside and snarled when remnants of pleasure still stirred within his kneading muscles. He nuzzled around them, slurping and cleaning the tasty seed with quick swipes of his tongue. It was silky, warm, and watery. Almost too soft, compared to the stronger fragrance of his own seed.

"Why were you so soft, Rayik?" Makaidos asked between gulps.

"Was I? Your cock might want to disagree. Or your balls, for that matter. I pressed them quite harshly."

"You did," Makaidos dipped his head. "But it was nothing compared to the blows you submitted me through on the plains, or the ceaseless sting of the trial."

"Different tools for different purposes. Do not bother your scaly head with details, dragon. We will be living on this rock for a while, and I cannot fly out and gather herbs in case your hole happens to bleed."

"So you held back?"

"I did, and I will. Mates should be soft to each other, don't you agree?" Rayik said.

"I'm a dragon. What does that tell you about me?"

"That you're stubborn. And lazy," Rayik pointed towards a puddle of cum. "Clean that, then join me. My fur is in need of a skilled tongue."

That went for the both of them. Makaidos couldn't clean around his head. Thankfully Rayik was quite pleased to be allowed the intense delight of feasting on a dragon's seed. Nestled in a pile of wings, paws and swishing tails, the two males licked and rubbed each other like a proper couple. Maybe imprisonment wasn't so bad. With a few more days like these, Makaidos was convinced he could go through any obstacles rising in his path.

One question bothered him though. One that lingered in his mind ever since he treaded upon this platform. What if Rayik's words were true? Would he become broken like the gryphons he talked about? Makaidos only needed to inhale his companion's pleasant scent to find an answer. No matter how dire the situation became, he was going to be here for Rayik. Together, they could stand against the darkness.

Together, they could outlast the perils of this prison.