Bane vs Altana (tag Gryph)
The smell of burning cinders from their last campsite still filled the nares of Gryph and Bane Sylvur, father and son who hiked for the first time in a long time - unburdened by the rest of their clan - in search of exploration and adventure. Their chats continued, to take their minds off the vigorous walk in store for them:
"I've never seen it before. Some say it's a myth," Bane enlightened his father as they walked together through the mists, seeking lands previously uncharted to any map of the area they've already developed. New locations were meant to be explored: that was the case for all clans, Gryphonic or otherwise. And theirs was a clan truly blessed with dense populace. The need to expand was great.
"It bears incredible powers of foresight. I've heard a thing or two about this beast, you see," Gryph said in retort, staring through a clearing in the trees. He felt as if he were being watched. This part of the mists wasn't on his map. He would investigate further. "We need to cover every inch."
"Agreed," Bane nodded and branched from Gryph's flank, padding into a valley that sunk a little below sea level. These plains were very different from the mountains the two gryphons had their backs against for days into this journey. "Tell me again why we're not flying?"
"You need the exercise, gryphon!" Gryph sneered a little, and spread his wings. "Even with your vision, what do you expect to catch in the thick shrubbery? If this valley is anything like the others I've been through in my days as Gryphon Lord, I should know from experience that it's highly unlikely we'll find anything on the surface from the sky. We must walk through it. Pass every branch and overturn every stone. Keep your eyes peeled."
A moment of silence passed between the two whilst they grew farther apart, taking separate sides of the crater-like valley before them. The silence was brief - broken quickly by a deep rumble.
"Dammit Bane, didn't I tell you to eat back at camp? We're not stopping again!" Gryph looked in Bane's general direction, his mage sense somewhat allowing him to see and feel the presence of his son, even though they were many gryphonlengths apart.
"It wasn't me," Bane admitted, his words echoing through the dense shrubbery they both barreled through. Bane had almost accused his dad of the same remark, but Gryph beat him to the punch and so he became stricken with worry. What made that sound anyhow? If it wasn't his comrade... "Gryph, I'm beginning to think it wasn't wise for us to split up."
A daunting figure approached the lesser drake. Its gait was enormous and surprisingly coordinated. Fear might have burrowed in the gryphon's heart but as the figure got closer, Bane found it odd that he became less and less afraid. He seemed to analyze the approaching figure, and quickly labeled it as a gryphon as the moonlight shined from its beak, and large wings unfolded at its sides. "Ah, we seem to have a fellow traveler..." If there was one race that Bane knew he could handle for sure, it was his own. He stood peacefully before the opposing gryphon, but the creature did not stop its charge. Bane's moment of relief started to fade into hopelessness that this creature would fail to communicate with him in some civilized demeanor.
Gryph's ear flitted toward the sound. His visual-spatial imagery predicted this creature would soon splatter into his son, and a one-sided fight might take place. While Gryph had full confidence in his son's fighting abilities, he had to stick to the rumors heard about these creatures. If this was what he thought it was, things could get ugly for the both of them.
He ran to his son's aid with haste, but stopped short as a growl roared between him and his son. "Another creature? Impossible! I would've sensed it," Gryph stared in the direction of a sound, and looked at the shadowy flank of a second unidentified gryphon. It's head bowed low and feathers frilled along the back of its neck. The gryphon was male, and by the looks of it, he was very pissed.
Gryph stopped short, and panicked as he heard his son scream. Could these wild gryphons communicate in a meaningful way? Gryph stared at the drake between him and his son, and his fatherly instincts snapped. He charged into the creature head-first as always - his eyes screwed shut in hopes of a devastating butt against the drake's unprotected ribcage. His foot hooked beneath an upturned tree root, and he stumbled straight into the image, which, instead of breaking his fall, dissipated around him. Gryph fell flat on his face.
Stunned momentarily, the Alpha-male shook off his wooziness and turned back to where the figure once stood. It was nowhere to be seen. "What is this...?" Another scream checked him back into reality. "Bane! I'm coming." He continued his gait toward the howling screams of his presumed son, his haste never shortening. His fear was replaced with rage as he came into contact with the wild gryphon, mounted on Bane's chest. It seemed to have him pinned pretty well.
The trees were much more sparse on this side of the valley, and the figure on top of Bane was easily viewed. It was a gryphon in appearance, but it had teeth and a long, prehensile tongue that slithered over Bane's face like a snake.
"Get it off me!!" Bane struggled with the creature, but every time he could get it's footing loose, it was impeccably quick at remounting the drake. It was very reluctant to let go.
That was, up until Gryph plowed into the side of him. Bane yelped as the creature was torn from his pelt, taking with it several chunks of fur and feathers from the young drake it held so tight.
"You leave my son alone, you sick animal!" Blinded by rage, Gryph smacked the creature with a set of razor-sharp claws, talon-tips tearing into its face but melting through the form and stabbing into the dirt. The creature wriggled out from beneath the Alpha before Gryph could even realize his attack had failed, and was yet again on top of Bane. The poor fool couldn't even get up from the first pounce - much less prevent the second.
"Persistent bitch, aren't we?" Gryph turned to note that from his angle, the backside of this avian was in clear view. It wasn't male at all, unlike the last one he saw. He slammed his paw into the dirt and got back up, taking a second lunge at the gryphoness. He knew damn well that wild hens could be quite dangerous with intruding males.
His lunge was thwarted by a second figure, this time much more visible. His pelt was not whole, and bits of exposed flesh seemed to be rotting. Gryph stared at the creature in horror and took a step back. Its maw opened, and fire could be seen inside. Whatever this creature was, it wasn't holy. "Demon!" Gryph announced, hissing at the undead beast in rage.
Again, Gryph charged at the creature, and this time he was reluctant to take his eyes off it. He felt the cold flesh the moment he made physical contact with the being, but again he fell through and toppled over the rump end of the gryphoness that held his son down. She hissed back at him and dug her claws into his son, arching back to snap at his chest.
Gryph felt penetration, and his fur quickly dripped with small amounts of blood. He too gripped the female's pelt, digging into her hindquarters as he was bitten. He felt a moments worth of paralysis, and the large demon behind him moved in from behind him. He felt weak, and turned from the hen to the demon in worry. What were their motives? Did they wish to feed off these innocent and noble gryphons? Gryph did not deserve this torment - nor did Bane.
Both gryphons became curiously dizzy and immobile in the hen's presence. The demon stood over the top of the trio, its maw agape and what seemed like molten rock dripped from the orifice onto Gryph, burning him in several spots along his back and wings. The pain was excruciating but Gryph could do little to stop it. This hen's bite was ruthless. He forced every muscle in his body to work against the paralysis and tore himself away from the violent gryphoness, a chunk of flesh tearing off into the hen's maw. He watched as she quickly choked down the mouthful of noble flesh. Her beak was coated in his blood, and she smiled in obvious satisfaction at his taste.
Gryph felt the demon's grip tighten around his form as the hen had let him go. He was passed from one wild gryphon to the next, staring at the sight before him to watch the hen's tongue return to Bane's flesh, licking him favorably. She didn't bite though, and Bane had quieted down a lot. She seemed to have him under some sort of spell. "Bane? Snap out of it!" The demon squeezed all its limbs around Gryph, scorching his fur with its menacing touch. It wouldn't let Gryph go.
"I can't let you hurrrt her." The beast finally spoke. His voice was very dry but not as chaotic as Gryph had expected.
Gryph computed the creature's words and struggled even more to get free. This was seriously starting to freak him out. "I'll kill her if she hurts my son!" He turned in the creature's grasp and placed a paw against its beak, cutting as deep as he could into the bone. His talons could only go so far before they chipped. This demon wasn't as spongy as the normal everyday gryph-zombie. Plus it had some level of intelligence.
"You can't hurt my golem," the hen spoke as her body pressed up against his son's. She nuzzled against his fur and purred softly, turning her head to look back at her suitor's father. "You thought we were primitive creatures, didn't you? Trust that we are no threat to your clan." Her tail slithered up Bane's thigh and over his crotch. The gryphon may have been limp beneath her prestige, but he certainly wasn't limp where it mattered most. "You can't help your son. You can either struggle against my golem and watch us, or you can take a walk and leave me alone with him." She mounted the young drake, cooing briefly as her lust got the best of her.
"He's so extraordinary. Are you sure you're his real father?" she turned to Gryph, snapping her beak as he started to settle down. He always did have a weakness for sex, and it was obvious by the way he stared at her that he wasn't leaving.
"You just want to mate with him?" Gryph asked, still very confused about her captor's true intentions. For years, he's bred with any gryphon that dared trespass on his territory - yet he couldn't figure out why this gryphoness would breed his son, who also trespassed? Go figure.
It may have taken awhile, but Gryph started to understand. The demon was soon told to release Bane's father, and then was dismissed from the scene entirely. Gryph felt pain course up his backside, scarred pretty bad from the creature's searing hot spittle. He shook a little, the paralysis starting to leave his body. He kept his eyes on the two. Bane didn't even seem to be conscious anymore, but the hen continued to ride him until she got what she wanted.
Gryph watched her dismount and his eyes averted to his son. He stepped closer to them, but was reluctant to do much of anything in her territory - lest that golem return. This gryphoness' control over the drakes was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. He couldn't lie: he was very impressed. "You know, it was my idea to trespass in the first place..." Gryph stated in all honesty. He couldn't help himself. He had to experience this hen for himself. "I'm Gryph - High Alpha of my clan. I came here with my son Bane expecting this area to be uninhabited. You certainly do a good job hiding your existence. We've been in those mountains for about a year now."
Gryph motioned a wing toward the jagged peaks that split the sky far to the west of the isolated valley he found himself in now. He didn't have to explain much more before the hen began to rub against him. He started to notice her heat for the first time, having calmed down a bit since the original attack.
"My name is Altana, and I like to keep my guests well accommodated. Your magic is fierce, just like your son's... I like a brute with your stature. Perhaps I was wrong about you."
Gryph thought on her words for a moment. She knew he and Bane weren't normal gryphons, and he started to recognize that neither was she. "I'm full of surprises, Altana. My son is still young and perhaps unable to hide his true power as well as I can, since I am indeed a much more experienced brute."
"Experienced, you say? Well then, I welcome you to my den for the night - that is, if you promise to make it worth my while," Altana bargained, pressing up against the much larger male one last time before taking leave to her nearby chambers.
Gryph quickly followed, reluctant to say anything in return that might spoil such a generous offer. The last thing he wished to do was ruin his only chance to breed with her. He's been without a mate for days now. Anyone who knew this avian would realize how tough that might be on him - usually mating with his harem at least once a day back at home on a normal basis.
He followed her inside the den, showing moderate interest in her taste of wall decour and over-all living space. It was primitive, but unique and showed a high level of creativity. "I apologize for the mess. I don't usually have company over. I hope you like my pad. I do what I can with my limited supplies, you see," she spoke as she bent over her nest and worked her paws into the soft pillows she slept on. Oh, Gryph definitely saw. That hind end was hiked straight in the air, and he couldn't take his eyes off it for the life of him.
'You see,' Gryph thought subconsciously. How unusual she'd speak such a similar tongue as the rest of his clan, yet she didn't know they existed prior to this introduction. Gryph didn't dwell on these findings however; he had trouble thinking with two heads at a time...
There were thin sheets of pressed linen made of some grassy material draped around the perimeter of her bed. They might have been slightly see-through but proved to keep the privacy inside to some extent. "My, my... aren't we modest?" Gryph bellowed in a playful tone, and crawled up inside her nest behind her. The drapes folded down around her with the help of a gentle wind, the source of which remained unknown to Gryph. He hardly cared about these random displays of magic. Altana had already proven herself to be a very adept mage.
"A girl tries," she replied with a soft grin - which quickly turned into a pleasant smile when she noticed her companion became quick to close the gap between them and hoist himself onto her hindquarters. She wasn't holding her ass in the air for her health, anyway. "I've never bred an Alpha before." She was happy that she met his satisfaction, and hoped he would put their previous unpleasant meeting behind him. She could definitely make it up to him for the burns her golem caused him.
"It's not much different than breeding anyone else. I don't have a third limb or anything. Just a nice piece of meat that's there to please," he commented as his hips brushed against her ass. He stuffed her with his turgid phallus and felt her walls grip him tightly. For someone that didn't seem to breed with many drakes, she certainly had no problem taking him in. "Mmmm, how interesting. It's not likely that you get my sort of company every day. Judging by the way you attacked my son, I'd say you didn't get laid much at all. I'm curious how you're able to accommodate so much of me." He blushed a little as he slid all the way inside her, his large fuzzy orbs rubbed softly against her mound.
She blushed as well, and turned her head to honestly answer his question as best she could. "I don't get the real thing much, but I really only created that golem to help me with my heat. I'm sure you saw how big he was..." She smacked her lips together as his warm cock filled her with happiness. She bucked back against him and arched herself to welcome more of his body on top of her and inside her. She was his for now, and she'd make sure to perform as best she could for him.
"Oh gods! Much more of this and I'll be reluctant to go home for my Alpha-female..." he jested, slowly working himself in and out of her warm muscle. He lowered himself over her, his wings flapping at his flanks to loosen up a bit. He tried not to be so tense. New experiences always got him riled up.
It was obvious that she had no complaints with his performance, but occasionally encouraged him to go faster and deeper, if even possible, to further quench her lust for a nice fulfilling fuck. She dipped her head and drooled on her pillows, squeezing them eagerly and screwing her eyes shut, letting him have his way with that sweet piece of free ass she waved side to side for him. Her tail swatted against his side - a signal that she indeed liked where he was going with this, and wished to keep him there for quite some time.
His endurance held out for hours, and he only worked faster and harder on her, his slick phallus spearing inside her belly almost trying to make sure that when he came, his seed made it to her eggs before her son's. He was a firm believer that in situations like this, the better mate would fertilize the hen. If only his luck held out...
"Gryph!!" she screamed, biting into a pillow and holding back moans of pleasure. She was sure she wasn't the only hen that screamed his name like that, and the thought if being used by someone she thought would turn out to be a lesser male really turned her on. Every mate she's ever had did as they were told, and it was rare that any of them ever got the top. 'Gryph,' she remembered his name. At first it sounded a bit corny, but she soon came to realize that if any gryphon could live up to the name 'Gryph,' it was this one right here.
The Alpha brute pounded hard into her, hissing lewdly as his balls churned with cum, the hot seed soon spiraling through his tubes only to burst from his prick and flood her gryphonhood. The heavy amounts of cum would surely overwhelm her tight belly and it would be a cumshot worth remembering on her part. He felt like he had done his job, and purred to her in triumph. He could tell just by the way she held herself beneath him that she was very proud. Her craving for infinite bliss was finally met, and she felt like her heat wouldn't require much more mating after a night like this. Oh, she could most definitely go again, but he did his job and that was all she could expect from him.
"Good heavens," she moaned exasperatedly, tingling in ecstasy as her heat died down. She held herself up, strong hind legs reluctant to buckle even after such a brutal pounding as she just experienced. "I need a better golem," she admitted, complementing his splendid performance.
"No, you just need the real thing once in a while. And with your credentials, you can expect I'll keep in touch." Gryph nuzzled his beak against her and slowly pulled out of her sex, his semen dripping down her legs with his dismount. He was sure if his son didn't already inseminate her, he definitely got the job done.
One final look over his wither out of the den to see that his son was still passed out was all he needed to rest assured he could remain in her nest. Bane would wake up to find him. Their breeding could be smelled for miles. With that in mind, he decided to get some rest himself. In the morning, he'd be able to continue his journey, and now he had a guide that knew the area.
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