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Okay, what we have here is a little different. A while ago(or should I say, more than half a year ago) I collaborated with a friend in writing this little story. I think it turned out fantastic, and after I gave it an extra round of polishing, I had to post it for your enjoyment. So, brave adventurer, read on in order to find out what happens when the lusty gryphon meets the horny dragon xD

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Lusty Gryphon, Horny Dragon

"Mrrrrhhh," Komyeta hummed to himself. The strong currents of the river rolled across his white scales, caressing him in the most pleasant of ways. He stood in the middle of the river, where the water was the deepest, yet it still barely managed to pass his chest. Komyeta had to lower himself onto his belly to allow the waters access to his sinuous neck and frills. His hum deepened for a short moment of bliss before he lifted his head upwards and shook it rapidly. It tickled! His ears and frills shuddered to brush off the stray droplets before he sank back into the river.

Komyeta greatly enjoyed bathing, strenuous as it felt. His paws had to dig through multiple layers of rocks and sediments to keep him steady, and his tail stood straight, stiff, rigid. If only there was a waterfall nearby... the water would cascade upon his body, and all he had to do was enjoy himself as gravity did all the work for him.

"It's still a good territory," Komyeta said to himself, his voice soft, his eyes half closed. "And I haven't even begun exploring it. There has to be a waterfall within those mountains."

They loomed to his left, a great barrier of rock and trees and snow. Other dragons nestled there; bigger, stronger than him. Perhaps even mated...

Komyeta dipped his snout into the waters and slurped a mouthful of clear liquid to clear his mind. He made up his mind about that. Besides, being a rogue had its perks. He didn't have to settle for a single territory, nor bind himself to a single female.

The last thought almost made him laugh. To find a mate, first he had to find a female. That proved harder than he anticipated, considering he only happened across other males, the aggressive kind. Komyeta snorted at his ill luck and looked towards the star speckled sky. So clear, so peaceful...

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Firi glided over a thick forest made of firs and pines and other species indigenous to the great mountain barrier rising to her left. She flew away from them, putting as much distance between herself and the gryphon peaks as possible. She kept her beak tightly shut, afraid of opening it and screeching her pent-up rage.

She had no territory of her own, showed no signs of heat, and was significantly smaller than the rest of her colony. All royal gryphons, flaunting white and auburn plumage. Even her brother, the reason for her untimely departure, had a royal coat, and same went for his chicks.

Everybody had one, except for her. Runts like her, with darker feathers, had their place in the colony, at the very bottom. Firi had no intention to delve down there, among those mindless slaves, so she left, before her first heat sealed her fate.

If only I stayed longer, she thought, recalling the good times she spent with her parents. Both royal gryphons, of course.

They could have at least prepared me for... she didn't want to think about it anymore, about her brother's untimely erection that urged her to leave the colony before the other males assumed she started her heat and took her. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, to be in heat, to be desired by all the males....

Firi knew better than that. A runt like her attracted the same unprivileged company, if worse!

The murmur of a stream brought her thoughts back to the present. She banked to the left, thrust her hindquarters forward to land on the shoreline of a small river. She flapped several times to slow her descent before her hind paws met the coarse texture of the sandy bank. Her beak clacked in delight at how good its texture felt upon the sensitive pads of her hind paws. Each step caressed her toes, making the feathers of her neck ruffle from how pleasant it felt.

She walked along the sandy bank, her thirst all but forgotten. Her eyes closed, and she breathed in the humid scent of late evening as she continued her stroll. The splash of water urged her to crack an eye open. Her eagle sight picked up a white splotch basking in the river, the faint moonlight reflecting off its glimmering hide.

A dragon? Firi stopped in her tracks, uncertain of how to proceed. Dragons were volatile creatures. Gryphons had good reasons to be wary of them, and Firi's instincts urged her against taking another step forward. She did, however, and even bristled her feathers defiantly as her stroll turned into wide strides. She smelled no gryphon or dragon markings on the trees sprouting within this territory's boundaries. That meant she had equal right to claim it, dragon or no dragon.

Komyeta picked up the stray gryphon's scent. Mild, like a morning breeze, with faint traces of pine needles and a sweetness specific to a female. He licked his snout, and chose to ignore her for the time being. Gryphons weren't worth his effort, not when his rumbling stomach reminded him of the aftermath of his earlier hunt.

He thrust his snout upwards, shaking his head vigorously to shake off the stray water droplets. As he looked around and blinked to clear his eyes, he noticed with a startling gasp just how close the gryphon got to him. Too close for comfort, actually. He didn't have enough time to react but tried nonetheless, scrambling onto his paws but tripping back down clumsily due to the water's severe current. He panicked for a moment at being taken by surprise, and unfolded his white and black wingspan wide to either side, flaring his frills as well to make himself look bigger.

His attempt to discourage the gryphon failed. He still had half of his body submerged in the water and couldn't find proper footing amidst the slippery rocks littering the riverbed, so he howled out a loud warning to his visitor, hoping to scare her off.

Firi let out a series of sharp, amused caws at the dragon's clumsiness. The water shook him off his feet with such ease, soft as the current was, and his flared frills and wings suggested nothing but panicked desperation. The roar that followed confirmed Firi's suspicions of the male. He was a foreigner in this territory, just like her, wary of other predators. She responded to the dragon's treatment by mantling, her wings unfurled to display the rich blue and gold of her plumes, streaked with a tint of violet.

The dragon growled back at her. His paws finally found proper footing, and he flared his wings as well, this time out of the water so that the current didn't cause him to trip again. He raised his head defiantly towards the gryphon, noting her small size and dark plumage.

"What do you want, little bird?" He asked, then snarled to emphasize his discomfort at being disturbed.

Firi didn't dignify the dragon with a response. He snarled, like all dragons did, and spread his wings to emphasize his defensive status. A perverse sense of courage slithered through Firi. This being, a majestic dragon whose flame breath could singe her plumes, feared her more than she feared him.

"I don't know what I want, dragon, and it shouldn't concern you, even if I did," she said. "This territory has not been claimed by any flier. No scent markings, no boundaries. That means I am free to fly wherever I want, and walk where I please."

She approached him with several more steps before she settled onto the sandy bank, flicking her tail and stretching a wing to preen. Her heart thundered in her chest, yet the dragon didn't need to know that she, too, felt apprehensive. All that he would see was a valiant gryphon, indifferent towards his presence as she groomed herself. Or so Firi hoped.

Komyeta blinked several times at her, his nostrils twitching from the pleasant scent that filled them. Unlike dragons, gryphons had such suave scents, such tender bodies.

"That is exactly why I am here, why I chose to linger in this territory. It's empty, devoid of dragons. I don't need to be pestered by other whelps, and I surely won't treat you differently if you prove to be one," he said, then looked to the side, snorting his defiance. How could she preen herself in the presence of a dragon?! Other males would have pounced her--even killed her for such arrogance.

Komyeta, however, wasn't one of those males. The gryphon intrigued him, almost as much as she irritated him. Keeping an eye on her at all times, he padded over to the shore, shook his body to get rid of the excess water, then folded his wings neatly to his sides.

"So, you're here to claim this territory as your own?" He asked, his angular head pointing at her now.

Please say no, please say no, he thought. If she came here for the territory, that would put him at odds with her. They would compete over food, bump into each other several times, until one of them did something reckless and got the other injured or...

Komyeta licked his snout, trying to keep an impassive look while his muscles turned tense due to nerves.

Firi craned her neck towards him at the sound of his rich, pleasant voice. It reverberated within her chest with draconic might, a pleasant ripple that roused her senses. "I don't want to bother you, dragon. You're in the water, I'm on the bank. There is enough distance between us, without taking into account the rushing mass of water." She shuddered at the murmur of the river. Water weighed down her feathers. Water soaked into her wings, making her flight tedious. She didn't like it one bit, yet the dragon seemed to relish the relaxing currents battering his frame.

He finally stepped out of the nasty liquid, and swung his body with enough force to create a curtain of sparkling droplets around him. Firi raised her wings to shield herself from the makeshift rain, yet no droplet of water touched her body.

"I'm not here to claim the territory either, although that's one interesting thought you just put into my mind..." she trailed off, if only to let his simmer a bit, but reconsidered when the alternative slipped through her mind. If this dragon, fearful as he was, inhabited it, then other dragons could have made their nests here. Firi found no evidence on her way here to support her errant thought, and yet, she didn't wish to linger around dragons more than she needed.

"No. I'm not here to claim it. I seek to distance myself from my colony, not live next to their mountains." Half a lie, yet the dragon didn't need to know the details of her departure. Not yet.

Her answer made Komyeta sigh in relief. He liked this territory, almost as much as he liked the waters themselves. He didn't mind being watched while he bathed, not when his companion was most likely a young gryphon who didn't even go through her first heat. She was probably curious about him, just as he was curious about her. Why would she abandon her colony? Few gryphons did that, and even fewer survived out there, in the wilds.

Komyeta snorted. He sprawled onto his side, lifted a hind leg and began licking the droplets of water slithering down his pristine white scales, the twist of his body making his elongated tail sway in her direction, spraying her with a few droplets of water.

Firi shook her head and released a harsh caw at his cheap trick. She hissed at him, only to shut her beak when he presented her with the intricate pattern decorating his wings, a mixture of thin, black and white stripes dancing across the leathery surface. Firi always assumed dragons looked plain compared to gryphons, but Komyeta's wings proved her wrong.

"I can't imagine why a young gryphon such as yourself leaves her nest behind."

His voice made Firi twist her head towards him. "Nests can be rebuilt. It's the gryphons that I want to leave behind. My dear siblings..." she hissed. Try as she might, Firi couldn't keep spite from seeping into her voice.

"They don't sound that dear to me, but you don't have to explain your reasons to me," he commented casually, his hind leg aloft while he licked around one talon. "I will not bother you, little bird, so long as you don't bother me," he said, then swung his tail to the side to send more water flying her way. He raised his head up and twisted his neck to look back at her, the end of his muzzle curved faintly into a smile, obviously amused for wetting her a little bit.

Firi bristled at the touch of moisture upon her feathers. She shook her neck in a curt, swaying motion to remove as much of the devilish liquid as possible. Her beak clacked faintly in irritation at his ploy, but her jaws suddenly stiffened when one of his hind legs pointed towards the sky. She tucked her wings tighter against her body, fidgeting on the spot as sudden curiosity welled within her. She had never seen a male dragon's parts, and the young specimen in front of her didn't seem to merely groom himself, judging from the ripples running along his soft wing membranes.

"It's gryphon custom to face the partner you share words with," she added mischievously. "Turn around, and I may tell you the reason for leaving my colony." Her toes flexed from the excitement that surged through her. The male had to accept her request.

And then, she would see how dragons looked down there.

Komyeta's ears perked up at her request, his head tilting to the side.

"But I'm not a gryphon," he added and sprawled on the ground, rubbing his cheek and neck on it, then twisting the bulk of his chest upwards to scrape his back as well. He switched back onto his side and sighed heavily.

Once his frame relaxed, he twisted his neck to face Firi, looking at her with a single eye.

"Why don't you get close instead?" He inquired, licking his own muzzle a few times. He was rather curious about this gryphon, dark of plumage and quite small for her stature.

"You dragons are all about twisting words to fit your liking." Firi got onto her limbs and approached him with firm footsteps.

"I'll indulge you, but I get to ask something in return." She rounded his body, taking in the gentle shapes of his limbs, his long, muscular tail and those broad, beautiful wings. Once she rested on her belly a safe distance from him, Firi said, "Groom yourself, like you did before."

He kept stealing glances at Firi's frame with no hint of modesty, watching the way she walked, with an almost cat-like grace. He smiled and craned his neck to see her in front of him, shaking his head a little at her request. "An unusual request, little gryphon, but you did hold your end of the bargain."

He wasn't sure why she wanted to see him grooming himself, but in the end, he didn't really mind to show off to a cute female like her. Curling up again and grinding his nose against his lower belly, his pink tongue darted out to stroke his water soaked scutes, licking four or five times before pausing a little to lick his own muzzle a few times before continuing lower. He went straight towards his muscled hind leg, making it twitch a little.

Lick after lick he cleaned and dried his leg, exposing his genital area to her unwillingly, a slim slit tucked neatly between his hind legs, the scales around it tiny and ivory. His tongue kept sliding easily across the length of his thigh, pausing a little and holding still as he glanced at her.

Firi's tail curl up around one of her haunches, the gryphoness barely able to withhold her excitement. Her fluffy tail tip shuddered slightly as she watched the dragon's muzzle drift along his belly. His tongue burst from the depths of his maw, a pink, agile thing that brushed against the scutes of his belly with practiced dexterity. Firi shifted her weight from one side to the other, her breath picking up a little, mesmerized by how long and deft the dragon's tongue was. Only a few gryphons hatched with long tongues, a privileged few among a colony of squawkers who never hoped to lick themselves.

Firi's talons curled around the coarse sand as her wings shifted slightly in their perch. The sight of his private area didn't surprise her; it was a slit like any slit, and his tongue was just a tongue. Yet, the way it slid across his thigh made her blood quicken and the bottom of her tail to brush against her slit as a droplet of clear arousal slipped from her crevice.

She panicked a little, and hid behind a wing when the dragon looked at her. Nothing happened; she didn't even see his member, yet desire already welled within her lower belly; it already slipped through her tight entrance, much to her shame. Firi held her tail tight against it, trying to muffle the scent, yet she could already feel her sweet fragrance, and the wind blew it straight into the dragon's direction.

Komyeta blinked a few times, slightly confused at her odd behavior. Then, everything became clear to him when the soft fragrance of her femininity entered through his nostrils. He shook his head and snorted, curling his neck into and S shape and letting his hind leg drop above its sibling. He smiled, knowing what that particular smell meant, as did his body. His muscles tightened, and a particular one became harder than the rest. He suppressed the lewd thoughts, and resumed grooming himself to distract himself from the gryphon's permeating aroma. She couldn't possibly be aroused by him, they had just met, and she was a gryphon, and him a dragon!

He switched his efforts to his forepaw, licking it free of any droplet of moisture, then rubbed the top of his paw against his wet forehead and licked the paw again, repeatedly doing the same a few more times to dry his frilled crest.

"What is your name, gryphon?" He asked, holding his haunches firmly locked against one another to hide his budding attraction for her.

His words reminded Firi of how silly her ploy was. Shielding herself with a wing? It was not like the dragon hadn't already drawn in her scent! She lowered her wing and tucked it to the side, her beak grinding with nervousness.

"My name shouldn't matter to you, not more than my presence here. You said you do not want to be disturbed, and I intend to do just that." A defensive reply, one that should buy her more time to prepare her next words. Yet how could she, when the dragon's grooming made her fidget on her perch? The toes of her hind paws flexed as she continued to watch him and listen to the raspy squelches of his tongue as it ran down his forepaw. He began drying his crest in a most unusual way, and Firi almost opened her beak to say the wind would just dry it for him, was her attention not drawn to his tightly pressed hind legs.

Did he harden? Was that the reason he covered himself with both of his hind legs? Firi twisted her head this way and that, trying to glimpse the speckle of dragon meat to no avail. She gave up quickly, well aware that the dragon watched her, studied her, just like she did.

"I'm Firi," she said. "Simple name for a simple runt." She cawed in irritation at the last few honest words that escaped her beak. She didn't want the dragon to know more about her than he needed to, and yet, her lust addled mind allowed a lapse in her judgment.

"I don't suppose you've seen my kind out here. The colony doesn't allow their runts to breed and fill precious nests with their frail, dark feathered chicks." She lowered her gaze down to her forepaws.

"That's why I'm here, if you're wondering. I don't want to end up like my mother, taken by a royal gryphon whenever he gets hard with desire. I don't want to swell with eggs, only to have them hurled out of the nest to make room for more royal gryphon eggs. They're bigger, stronger, better with magic, and the Gryphontail mountain range is already packed with one too many nests."

She didn't know why she told him this. Perhaps it happened because of his majestic race. Dragons didn't concern themselves with gryphons, no more than gryphons concerned themselves with dragons. Unlike her kind, he wouldn't be disgusted by her rebellious nature. He'd most likely shrug it off and continue grooming himself, which is what Firi wanted. To see more of his long tongue in action, and fantasize about how it felt to have it groom her own body. Perhaps clean the fluids coating her slit as well.

Firi sprawled on her side, then rolled on her back, fluttering her wings to shift her hindquarters towards the dragon. She relaxed her tail then, giving him a glimpse of how a female gryphon looked down there to satisfy his curiosity. Yet, deep down, Firi knew her actions were anything but altruistic. Once his tongue had shown her what dragons were capable of, all Firi could think of was rest under that dragon's wing, with his tongue upon her body to soothe her taut muscles. Maybe even lower...

Komyeta occasionally paused his grooming to listen and look at her, taking in all the information with his twitching, pointy ears turned in her direction.

"Runt or no, your exquisite plumage makes the night become you." A compliment? Certainly not--it was a fact. Just a simple fact.

"You can call me Komyeta, and in case you're wondering, I'm on my own as well." There wasn't really much else to say about himself that a female like her would be interested in hearing.

The night wind picked up, blowing a wave of air against his still drying hide, making him shiver lightly. Curling upon himself, he stretched his neck to reach and groom his back, right where his tail sprouted from his body, and began to lick there. His current position forced him to stretch his hind leg outward, giving the gryphon a peak of the very thing she wanted to see.

Her scent did elicit a reaction from him. Not a very strong one, but enough to allow a few inches of coal-black shaft to spill from his narrow slit. His tapered tip left its confines first, followed by a row of tear-shaped fleshy bumps resting on the bottom of his shaft .

To distract himself from Firi's pleasant scent, the dragon frantically licked his back with deliberate strokes of his slightly raspy tongue, slowly going down the length of his tail. He tucked it between his thighs so he could curl up in a more comfortable position, hiding his privates out of sight once again.

He pinned down the midsection of his tail with a paw and licked at it, stopping in his tracks once he noticed the gryphon was actually presenting herself to him. Komyeta's green eyes fixated on her rump, absorbing the patterned fur of her beautifully shaped thighs and inspecting that delightfully spotted belly. She looked so soft and warm....

A snort brought him back to his senses. He stared at her. For how long? Long enough for his curiosity to disturb her? Not wanting to find out, Komyeta swung his head to the side, licking his snout apprehensively.

"So you fled your colony in the nick of time..." he trailed off, shivering a little more as another gust of wind chilled his body.

"And of all the places you could pick, it had to be this windy riverbank." He closed his eyes tightly shut, feeling his whole body tremble violently for a second before opening them again. "We could.... take advantage of this encounter. I don't want to hurt you, and you don't want to hurt me... right? Could we share our warmth for this night?"

He words reverberated with a hint of hesitation, but he pressed on nevertheless. "We can share stories about our younger years, and you can tell me more about the colony. In exchange, I'll tell you about my life as a rogue dragon," he added, almost pleadingly.

Firi kept rolling around, kicking her limbs at the air while chirping her delight. The sand massaged her body in the most pleasant of ways, and she had but flutter her wings to get it out of her feathers. The dragon's words stirred her heart even more. She practically shuddered in delight at the praise. How could a dragon, an apex predator, the most majestic being of the sky, appreciate a runt? It took her aback, and made her roll onto her belly and turn around to face him.

"So, are you truly a rogue?" She grinded her beak in amusement for a short moment. "The runt and the rogue. It's almost ironic that we happened upon each other, Komyeta." She noticed his shivers, and swished her tail at the dragon's predicament. She almost felt compelled to lie down next to him and offer him her warmth, the way gryphons often did to their chicks. Although Komyeta had the strength and might of his kind, his posture, along with his past reactions, denoted his wary nature. Just like her, he felt apprehensive around other beings. Almost afraid...

His member emerged from its hideout once more, its strange looks sending a shiver along Firi's spine. Komyeta's tongue lashed across his back to warm himself, his belly all but exposed to her, along with his growing dragonhood. It had a spaded tip, narrow, equipped with soft barbs that faded into the thickening black flesh. Slim, narrow ridges rounded his thicker base. They made Firi narrow her eyes in surprise, but also in fear of the possibility of taking something so big and exotic inside her.

The thought lingered within her mind, even after Komyeta covered himself with his tail. It made her limbs buckle slightly and her nape to bristle. She had yet to learn about a gryphon and dragon pairing, but that failed to alleviate her worries. All that Komyeta had to do was pounce her, pin her down, and satisfy his growing urge inside her, just like royal gryphons did to the runts.

Only, Komyeta was a rogue himself, and he knew little of how the gryphon colony worked. So, Firi raised her head and adopted a stoic pose, with her chest thrust forward and her beak held high.

"I can't sire their eggs when I'm not in heat, but that doesn't stop the males from pouncing the weaker females. I'm not a helpless feather, Komyeta, and every gryphon male has an obvious, dangling weakness under their tail. All it takes is a well placed scratch, and then..." she trailed off, listening to his request instead. Her runt heritage cowered in distress at approaching the dragon, but Firi tried her best to stifle it, to summon her courage, as she padded over to Komyeta.

"Your warmth doesn't entice me, dragon. I'm not the one who bathed under the night sky. A story, on the other paw..." She rounded him and approached him from the other side. She didn't want to rest near his belly, not when his throbbing thickness was out. So, Firi settled next to Komyeta's back and extended a wing over him, keeping her head a short distance away from his.

Her feathers tingled him and tickled his scaly hide. Each scale was just like she would have imagined, hard but numerous, allowing him to be naturally flexible and resistant to strikes all the same. Thanks to his daily grooming sessions, he kept his scales in pristine shape, smooth like polished gemstones.

"You will have to be more specific than that. I traveled the world a fair bit as a rogue, and have seen many places and different cultures." He stiffened a little, licking his cold snout a few times as his ears lowered. "A rogue male doesn't usually stay in the same place for long. Most territories are claimed, and the best way to win a fight is to avoid it."

Firi clacked her beak in amusement. He had it right, yet she somehow expected more from a dragon.

"And I already know that female gryphons can't have eggs outside of their heat," he snorted indignantly to save face. He knew little of gryphons, and began to grasp at straws sooner than intended. And yet, he had to maintain a certain allure if he wanted her to keep that delightful wing of hers draped over him.

"I'm not such an ignorant beast." It disturbed him a bit, the way she acted grand and confident around him, but he couldn't help but appreciate her poise. He shifted and craned his neck to look at her, taken by a strong desire to touch her warm fur with his snout.

"Besides, I can keep myself warm just fine. It just takes longer to do so on my own." He sighedand looked forward, towards the river.

"Thank you for indulging a rogue's desperate request." He smiled faintly at her, his wings shifting against his flanks as he tried to make himself more comfortable. He wasn't aroused anymore, and his penis retreated back into its sanctuary, but his musky, masculine scent lingered. He started grooming his neck, curving it downwards and while shifting a little closer against Firi. "Your feathers are so soft, so sleek, like the finest of silks," He spoke, still licking his neck and collarbone.

Firi snuggled closer to Komyeta, encouraged by his praise, pressing her flank against his and allowing her own warmth to seep into his slightly colder scales.

"I never implied you are an ignorant beast. I respect your kind, unlike the rest of my colony, and I trusted your words enough to approach, did I not?" To put him at ease with her presence, Firi trudged closer to Komyeta's neck and eased her beak on top of his forepaws, letting out a string of soothing chirps. His scent, a sharp, pleasant odor, made her more frisky than usual. She brought out her hind paws from under her belly and placed them onto Komyeta's haunch, flexing her toes to caress his hard scales with the soft pads of her feet.

A soft rumble reverberated from his chest, pleasant and gentle, like a purr, "Yes, you did. Not every gryphon I encountered has been this kind, so I simply left them to their own devices, or defended myself when a flock decided to pester me. Nothing out of the usual here in the wilds," He explained, his snout advancing closer to her beak, nostrils twitching inquisitively. She felt so good, pressed against his body, and he didn't want it to end yet.

The dragon made slow movements to avoid startling her, his tail the only part of his body that moved a little more vigorously. It slid over the sand in slow, swaying patterns, making scrapping noises every time her claws tickled his hard scales. Komyeta's body temperature slowly started to increase thanks to her warm plumage and fur shielding his back from the wind, and his pleased purr intensified enough for her to tell it apart from the river's rumbling.

Firi squawked her agreement over Komyeta's thrum. "Kindness has been bred out of our royal line. Us, of the darker plumage, used to be their most trustworthy scouts, and partners, and mates...Until we drove every wyvern out to the far reaches of the desolate tundra. When the royal gryphons realized they had no more need of scouts, but of strength and size and magic, us runts descended from the peaks and into..." She stopped when his snout approached her. Firi stretched her neck to greet him, and rubbed her cheek against the smooth, scaly surface in a customary gryphon greeting, trilling.

"What about dragons? How do they mate?" Firi meant to ask about how dragons chose their mates, but the words already flew from her beak, out of her reach. She bristled in embarrassment at that, and retreated from Komyeta's touch, slightly irritated at how easily instincts got the better of her.

Komyeta huffed nonchalantly, not particularly interested in how colonies work inside out, considering the meaning behind Firi's words. The strong suppressed the weak, forcing the few brave runts such as her to choose a fate better than what the colony had in mind for her.

"Gryphons seem to be just as prideful as I thought then." He chuckled at that, dismissing the subject entirely and simply focusing on that prickly scent of hers, on the rubbing motion of his cheek against hers happily, making the tip of his tail twitch upwards.

He relished her soothing touch, up until she asked that question. Raising an eye ridge at her and curving his neck into an S shape, he decided to answer it in the most simplistic of ways.

"It starts with the male mounting the female and ends when the pair wishes it to end." He almost chuckled at her if not for her odd reaction of leaning away from him. His wing quickly reached to touch her flank, afraid of pushing her away with a stupid quip.

"No need to be afraid or nervous about those matters with me." He comforted her soothingly, stretching his neck so he could still nuzzle her.

"But I think I understand why you are. Every being, male or female, should be free to pursue a mate, and only join bodies when the pair is ready for it." He sighed and straightened his neck again. "If I was a gryphon, I wouldn't mate with you if you were not willing... at least not in my sane mind."

He settled his chin on the bridge of his forepaws, suddenly thoughtful. A beauty like her deserved better than what she got, way better. And, somehow, he felt responsible for making sure that no royal gryphon ever claimed her without her consent.

Komyeta's words, so lewd and arousing to her mind, made her slit tremble and gush out a second droplet of scented arousal. Firi's grip over her own actions lessened somewhat as she became obsessed with doing something about the slimy trickle that trailed down across the smooth fur of her rump.

She tensed up at the touch of his wings upon her flank, but her lust addled mind only took that as an invitation to show off to her new companion. His nuzzle upon her neck confirmed her suspicions, and she brushed her neck against his snout one more time before rolling onto her back, kicking her paws at the air. She wasn't afraid or nervous, like Komyeta put it. More like...curious about something she had witnessed, but never explored herself.

"Our kinds are too different to mate, Komyeta. No dragon has ever mated a gryphon. But that doesn't mean we cannot explore each other, learn the things that make us different when the opportunity already presented itself."

She enticed Komyeta to start exploring her body by pushing the padded toes of a hind paw into his snout, shuddering at how good his hot breath felt upon her sensitive pads.

His eyes were half lidded, looking upon her, and he couldn't help but feel lustful at her deliberate display. His slimy tongue snuck past his lips, licking her paw pads with surprising delicacy. Firi's paw trembled under his teasing stroke, but he licked at it again, purring at the exquisite taste of sand mingled with the earthy tang of her pads. Whenever she twitched it away, he followed it, nosing and exploring the soft pad located underneath her tiny, playful toes.

"Your paws are so soft, mrrrrrr" he murmured between his slick tongue strokes. "They are unlike anything I have touched or licked before."

He rolled his tongue over her paw one more time, swirling it within his maw to disperse that foreign taste within his maw, smiling at her and shifting onto his belly to stand up. His inquisitive, cold snout trailed over her fur, sliding down across her ashen belly dotted with ebony splotches, brushing the inside of her haunch inquisitively and enjoying how it tickled his sensitive nose tip.

Komyeta stood besides her, his attention focused on her hindquarters, but mostly on the ruddy speckle that was the source of that lovely scent.

"You may be different Firi, but your scent bears the same alluring touch that drives males crazy with lust. I can sense that you are excited, young, maybe a little impatient, given how slick you turned down there."

A tingling jolt ran across his spine, almost like an electrifying sensation. His groin tingled and twitched and he realized just what his body demanded of him.

To mate. To thrust inside her. To fill her fertile womb with his seed.

A short huff escaped him and he promptly lied down on the sand to stifle his irrational thoughts. He directed his inquisitive snout towards her flank and chest instead, returning to his initial gentleness of dutifully exploring her.

"So, every... 'Runt' has these?" He pointed towards one of her patches of darker fur with his nose tip, contrasting with her lighter belly.

"Not every runt. Only me." She kept it short, for Komyeta's snout trailed all the way up to her paw once again, engulfing it in the warm embrace of his tongue, curling around it to hold it in place.

She didn't expect the dragon's tongue to feel that good. Her muscles hardened, and her breath caught in her throat from the sudden delight that swept through her body. She spread her toes and pushed her paw further into Komyeta's tongue, making him resume his customary licks. She began releasing curt squeaks of pleasure from the sheer bliss of having that wet, warm, barbed appendage slide across her paw, between her toes, sneaking between the furred crevices separating her pads. It caressed her in the most intimate of ways, stroked her like no other gryphon ever did. She twitched it, overwhelmed with delight, but Komyeta's snout followed her, his lips curled slightly around her paw to keep it in place while his tongue swirled across her pads, turning them moist and glistening with dragon saliva.

Firi moistened under her tail as well. She didn't realize just how much she leaked until Komyeta stopped his pleasant treatment to stare at her with big, loving eyes, his pupils wide as berries in the wan light of the moon. Firi's vision clouded from her ephemeral moment of bliss. She didn't even understand the words that left his maw; all she knew was that he wanted his tongue to clean the slime coating her slit, just like it cleaned her paw. He sat besides her, an uncomfortable position for a male dragon under the influence of her creeping scent, his snout hovering across her flank, then over to her chest, and nudged one of the dark spots covering her ashen colored belly.

"They're beautifully unique Firi. Your coat is the most pleasing thing I ever laid eyes upon, and the iridescent colors of your plumage only add to your allure."

Firi tried to answer, to tell him that every gryphon coat was beautiful in its own way, yet all that left her beak was a hushed crooning sound. She was too slick down there, her fur too dirty, and Komyeta's snout lied merely inches from the source of her discomfort. Firi began caressing his neck with her hind paws in undulating patterns, and wrapped her tail around his neck as she pushed her lust-coated slit closer to his snout.

Komyeta snorted again, her scent making it hard to focus on anything but her soft, dripping lips, his purring so loud she could probably feel the vibrations through the paws latched around his neck. He gave out a small gasp as her tail was added to the mix, eyes squinting into a knowing smile as he realized where she was guiding him to. Licking his own muzzle in anticipation, he suddenly let his tongue drop onto her belly, dragging the slick underside over her plumes and fur until it slowly, carefully reached her awaiting sex.

He brushed it once, then twice over her wet feline-like slit, making him shudder and draw back slightly as her sweet flavor played with his taste buds in atrocious deliberate ways. A single taste, and his hide already tingled from the warmth creeping through his frame. Blazing snakes suddenly began to slither through his muscles, all the way towards his twitching cock, coiling around it and pulling it out of its shelter.

He let out a shuddering gasp and kept his snout pressed between her upraised hind legs, chuckling every time he made her squirm and squawk in place. The barbs on his tongue were not as abrasive as those of a true feline. They were softer, tiny, not meant to groom the thick surface of fur, but rather designed by evolution to clean a dragon's wing sensitive membrane while still being abrasive enough to clean the smooth surface of his scales and the cracks between them effectively.

He continued to lick at her shuddering slit for a few more seconds, occasionally nibbling and squeezing her with his lips, drinking in the sweet juices that she provided him with delight. Her needy caws took him aback, the persistent tremors of her slit suggesting that she enjoyed it far more than he deemed possible. To give her a moment of respite, Komyeta drew back, rolling his tongue across his snout to gather the remaining gryphon juices, slurp them in, and present her with a concerned look.

"You are approaching your heat. That's why you left your colony," he said, making Firi's feathers fluff up with a mixture of irritation and embarrassment.

"Rawk, you have it right," she said, her head light, her vision hazy from Komyeta's ministrations. "I was hoping to find a new territory and wait for it to pass, but..." she trailed off, her eyes following the flicking motion of Komyeta's tongue, his lips scrunching in a faint snarl from her blissful scent.

Firi sucked in a deep breath in anticipation of that dexterous appendage returning upon her slit once again. Komyeta's smile put her off guard, and a third glob of juices escaped her nether depths from the tantalizing flicks of his tongue. It would touch her with the same sensual nature; that warm, wet, barbed appendage would brush up against her most sensitive area, maybe even penetrate her...

She spread her wings at the thought, suddenly uncertain of what her submissive position might urge the dragon to do. Only, the time for choices was over. Komyeta's tongue descended upon her belly, caressing her softer, slower than any gryphon ever did. His touch made her muscles ripple with delight and her toes to knead at the soft scales of his neck with renewed vigor. Firi practically trembled from the sheer pleasure brought by the teasing tongue, clacking her beak and squawking her pent-up excitement.

And then, it happened. His moist, slightly barbed surface slid across her sensitive slit, too fast for Firi to cry out her pleasure, yet slow enough for her hindquarters to shiver from the overwhelming bliss that flooded her senses.

Another stroke came, then a third one. A feral shriek built into Firi's throat, held back by the fiery tingles racing across her nether depths. Spasms wracked her virgin tunnel, clenching so hard and fast Firi had no choice but to curl her toes inwards, unfurl her wings to their maximum width, and release the river of pleasure that welled up within her lower belly.

Her muffled reach escaped her wide opened beak in unison with a rich spurt of gryphon female cum, slick and gooey and fragrant. She flailed her forepaws, and rubbed her pads faster against Komyeta's neck as her juices flooded out of her virgin passage in a steady rivulet, pushed out by her shuddering cunt straight into Komyeta's snout.

He slurped it all in, much to Firi's surprise. Stars speckled her vision, brought by the great pleasure that fettered her senses. Everything felt numb but for the pleasant surges brought by her still-twitching muscles as her pleasure continued to slip out of her. Through her hazy gaze, she noticed Komyeta's snout hovering across her rear, felt his tongue upon her tailhole and haunches.

"Rawk awk," Firi cried in pleasure before adjusting her voice to match words. "C--clean me," she requested, her beak still trembling from her first climax. It overpowered her. It numbed her senses, and it made a mess out of her hindquarters.

Komyeta didn't expect her to peek so fast. Dragonesses in heat had the tendency to do that, yet he didn't expect this gryphoness to cum so hard and so fast, and to screech so loud.

He pinned his ears back across his skull to muffle the intense noises, rumbling his joy over her blissful cries. He loved her strident chant, almost as much as he loved the torrent of fluids splashing against his barbed tongue. Sticky, warm, it made his body tingle with the devious urges of lust. His unattended member slid out from between his legs on its own accord, forcing him to arch his back to avoid touching the coarse sand below with his overly sensitive dragonhood.

He opted for standing up then rather than sit down in an uncomfortable position, his proud, barbed spire dangling in between his legs, exposed to the elements and twitching eagerly against his belly. He chose to ignore his pressing need for now, shifted and aligned himself so his body was facing hers. He continued to lap eagerly, making her squeak happily and thrash with every brush of his raspy tongue, making him beam at how she squirmed and twisted under his caress. Komyeta used to clench his claws too when pleasured, so he could only imagine just how high the waves of pleasures she rode became.

When Firi asked Komyeta to clean her nethers, she didn't expect the drake's eagerness to manifest in such rapid strokes of his tongue. Still caught in the fetters of her first orgasm, Firi curled her tail tighter around Komyeta's head, screeching and squeaking and shuddering under the pleasant treatment. His tongue moved with such alluring dexterity, and Firi's cunt contracted from the mere brushes of the slick appendage upon her overly sensitive folds. Her head slumped to the side, her little tongue lolling to the side of her beak as her pleasure peaked once again. Her hindquarters bucked under the might of the fiery surge rushing through her, and a mighty shrill pierced through her beak as her juices cascaded out of her cunt once again. Firi jerked her head upwards, watching Komyeta through half-lidded eyes. The spasms wracking her cunt pushed her juices straight into his snout, forcing the dragon to shift his positioning so that his member became perfectly visible to Firi.

She squawked at its impressive size, dangling between Komyeta like a smooth, pointy branch. Lustful shivers crept through her frame at the sight before her. She curled her toes around Komyeta's neck and brushed her padded feet harder against his scales, urging him to continue his ministrations. The dragon took her cue and licked her a few more times before his tongue retreated back into his maw. Firi squawked her confusion for a moment before the small, soft, leathery protrusion on the tip of his upper lip, bearing the shape of a small horn, penetrated her neat folds.

Firi's first penetration overwhelmed her. To have her tight folds parted, spread by a soft, smooth leathery protrusion, brought Firi on the verge of yet another climax. Her muscles clamped down eagerly around the intruding protrusion, suckling at it with hungry strokes. In addition, his tongue sneaked through her dainty slit a moment after, urging her spine to arch and her limbs to flail from the sheer bliss that flooded her being. Komyeta's tongue filled her; it pushed into her cunt, spread her walls apart, caressed them with those soft, enticing barbs. Firi couldn't hold back her pleasure; she let go of it, along with a muffled shrill that broke down into soft, shuddering squeaks. Her essence gushed out of her in generous spurts, each more fulfilling than the previous. Every muscle in Firi's body turned tight with elation, and the gryphoness had to suck in deep, wheezing breaths to keep from passing out from the might of her orgasm.

She slumped on the ground when it flickered and faded, exhausted yet strangely fulfilled from the blissful experience. A curt squark broke through her beak when Komyeta ceased his pleasant ministrations and shrugged off her paws. Firi tried to cling onto his neck, yet she felt drained, and her eyelids drooped to conceal her amber eyes.

With her last strength, Firi rolled into Komyeta's direction to face him, and pushed her hind paws into his thick, throbbing member. She drove one paw into his tip, trapping it between her toes and central pad, while her other paw stroked his length with slow, pleasant motions. Feeling the hot flesh upon her pads made her shudder, and her cunt to tremble with want once again.

The dragon let out a startled yelping noise as his tip sank into the soft sanctuary of her pads.

"W-what--are you... Nghhowl!" He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes shut, drawing his head back and hissing pleasurably as her surprisingly soft paw pads kneading around the tapered tip of his shaft. His neck arched back and he shifted his hind legs in place to grind himself as much as he could against the warm paw, panting and yelping every so often all the while he coated the small pack of fur in between her paw pads with his slimy, musky substance.

Firi let out a soft irp at the dragon's yelp of surprise. He liked it, more than he showed, and his trembling words only served to stoke the mischievous strokes of her paws along the dragon's length. It was a curious thing, how the mere touches of her paws upon his member made the dragon hiss and simmer.

Komyeta couldn't help but release a shuddering growl, heavy with desire. Her paw was so warm and moist and soft against his bare member that he got startled at how good her strokes felt. No dragon that he had ever met was capable of doing this with their paws; it almost resembled the lovely depths of a female's love hole. He took in a curt breath, licking his lips as he savored the remains of her juices, rolled his tongue around his mouth and swallowed, closing his eyes and howling out again to the starry sky above. His hips were constantly rocking back and forth, encouraged by the soft squeezes of her toes, by the ease with which he slipped between her pads. He imagined that her squeezing paw pads were the spasming, constricting muscles of a dragoness in heat, constantly squelching around his malehood with lewd and erotic sounds. Her second paw was just as good as the one encasing his tip, its gentle strokes and caresses pushed his meaty bumps lined under his cock in various, creative directions, enhancing the stimulus that cruised across his lengthy body with pleasant ripples. The protrusions were slightly bigger, soft to the touch and fleshy in comparison to a Gryphon's barbed length.

Both creatures trilled in unison in a strange cacophony of pleased sounds, Komyeta's ears getting more and more used to her squawks and screeches and adding in his own high pitched yelps and growls. Dragons were far less sensitive than Gryphons, but her juices already worked him up well enough that he soon started to feel his lower body burn with the incoming onslaught of dragon seed that was bound to slam against her explorative hind paws. The paw caressing his length constantly rubbed the underside of the shaft, which was the second most sensitive part thanks to the subtle barbs positioned there. She cupped them within the slick hold of her toes, teasing them, rubbing them up and down over and over again with each stroke, stimulating him beyond what he believed possible with just a paw!

Announcing the peak of his climax with an eager thrust, he gritted his teeth and rolled his lips upwards to reveal his fangs, a loud snap following as he slammed his jaws shut and hissed aloud, curling his back as he ejected the first spurt of his alabaster cum right against the inside of her paw. Half a dozen spurts followed suit, the thick substance coating her appendage messily with each clench around his tip.

Firi jolted at the first spurt of dragon essence that shot into her paw. She jerked it away from Komyeta's lurching member, let out a soft squawk as she craned her neck to sniff the sticky substance and take a hearty whiff of draconic musk. It tickled her nostrils, stirred her blood, made her cunt clench with want. Her body wanted it inside her, even though their species shared little resemblance.

Rather than pondering such philosophical matter, Firi pressed both of her hind paws against Komyeta's spaded tip, her toes curled around him to rub his blood engorged tip with fast, pleasant strokes. Every shot of seed that drenched her pads made her body tremble. It felt so good, to have Komyeta wet her pads with such delightfully hot, thick, slimy substance. Firi trilled her joy, unable to contain her euphoria. Each spurt felt better than the last, and the bursts of pressure exerted upon her sensitive pads made her cunt spasm in unison with Komyeta's throbs.

He started to taper off after several hearty jets, but to Firi, it seemed like a lifetime. Her head grew light in anticipation of yet another orgasm, and her paws clenched Komyeta's member tighter. She began stroking him with faster, harder strokes, allowing his spaded tip to drift between her toes, to caress her central pad, to wet it with his fading spurts. He was almost done, yet Firi's ecstatic ascent just began. By using the barbs and protrusions growing along the dragon's member, Firi stimulated her sensitive pads to such extent that her fourth orgasm hit her just as hard as the first.

Her paws squeezed Komyeta's tip as the gryphoness let out a shrilling cry of bliss. Her toes kneaded at his member, her wings fluttered, her tail flicked with sudden jerks while Firi gushed out what little remained of her savory essence.

When her orgasm faded into the pleasant tingles of the afterglow, exhaustion crashed upon Firi. Her eyes felt so heavy, she couldn't keep them open even if she wanted to. The gryphoness retreated her paws from Komyeta's member, and jerked them several times in front of him to urge him to lick her clean. The wind chilled the seed coating her paws, making it feel heavy and bothersome.

While repeatedly growling thanks to the unusual paw massage applied to his sensitive, exposed flesh, Komyeta couldn't help but notice that Firi was, oddly enough, cumming despite him not even touching her pussy!

Komyeta panted heavily, his powerful throbs ebbing into weak dribbles as he regarded her amazingly gifted paws, shivering in place by both the pleasure and the cold wind trying stubbornly to sap the heat out of his body. He stood still for a few moments, then shifted, curling upon himself a little to reach her limp form with his angular snout. "You had an orgasm without me even touching you?" He inquired, huffing as her paws still massaged his spent cock, keeping it erect despite bathing her paws and himself with a healthy amount of his seed.

Firi barely registered the dragon's question. His words were a murmur to her ears, and it took a great deal of effort to crack an eye open and notice his position. He lied down in front of her, curled into a ball to preserve his heat, his snout a short distance away from her.

"I did," Firi croaked. "It...happened...and I couldn't..." her smooth, pleasant voice faded into muffled chirps as the gryphoness' head slumped on the ground. She dabbed the dragon's snout with her seed drenched paws, urging him to lick her clean with that moist, flexible tongue of his.

"Lie with me. To keep away...the cold," Firi said, her mind too numb to understand the significance of her words.

The dragon frowned a little and moved his snout towards her paw, licking it clean repeatedly and snorting as some of the sticky substance got into his nostrils. He couldn't help but whine and sneeze, his tongue squelching several times as he licked his own snout clean.

"Don't do that." He laughed a bit and moved back to her paw swiftly, nosing it a little with his snout tip and flickering his tongue again to get off the smelly substance. He frowned in displeasure but kept licking her paw nonetheless, his own seed tasted somewhat different... still too sticky and slimy, hard to remove from his own barbed tongue.

The male tried to be gentle, knowing she was tired as he groomed her paw thoroughly before he shifted to the other and did the same.

"You have lovely paws, so agile and soft. I envy them a little, and the numerous uses you can put them to," he complimented, inspecting her pink pads that were already very well known to him by now.

Firi twitched her paws. Pleasant as his tongue felt upon her pads, the soft barbs upon its surface tickled the clumps of moist fur trapped between her pads. Her toes spread and pressed down upon Komyeta's tongue, squeezing it gently as a gentle squeak left Firi's beak. Even in her dazed state, her muscles still tensed up from the tingles that raced through her pads. Emboldened by the dragon's pleasant ministrations, Firi tried to sneak both of her paws into his maw, chirping her delight. Komyeta made sure to give her a thorough cleaning, licking and suckling on her pads enough to make Firi flutter her wings in excitement.

He even praised her paws, after he finished grooming her. Firi tilted her head to the side, and let out an inquisitive irp instead, too tired to form words. She always appreciated the softness of her hind paws, their smooth texture when she used them to groom her beak, yet Komyeta's words still surprised her. She loved having her paws groomed, and her dragon companion seemed quite eager to indulge her.

Once finished at last, he dove down in between her haunches, nosing and licking her folds swiftly to avoid disturbing her too much, grooming her thighs and rump with several strokes of his tongue.

Lost in her thoughts, Firi only noticed Komyeta's shift in posture when his tongue brushed against her folds. She tensed up, kicked her hind paws in surprised and uttered a sharp squeak at his touch upon her crevice. Even after four orgasms, she still felt the distinct pleasure of being touched down there, that mystifying fire that heralded her great pleasure. It smoldered now, yet Firi couldn't help but scrunch her eyes shut as her pussy shuddered, pushing out a glob of arousal that the dragon's tongue carried it back into his maw.

"You're clean now." He curved his neck into an S shape to admire his work, smiling down at her limp, cute form. He was still messy himself but also growing colder and colder.

So he shifted again and crawled on his belly to curl around her, placing a wing above them both while he licked clean his own privates.

Firi didn't notice he was done. When she opened her eyes again, Komyeta sat next to her, a wing draped over her body to shield her from the chilling wind of late evening. His paws shifted, same for his neck, and the wet, squelching sounds of his tongue against bare flesh filled Firi's ears. She perked them, only to pin them back across her skull when tiredness got the better of her. Whatever the dragon did, she had no more energy left in her to turn her head around and see.

Soft growls and chirps escaped his maw as he cleaned himself up, the toes of his feet curling upon themselves, the pleasure provided by his oral appendage a real treat to his sensitive tiny groin scales. He swiftly cleaned it all, until only the dampness of his saliva remained, and he tucked his legs one over the other. The dragon extended his neck over Firi and curled it over and around her head so she could rest it there instead on the ground.

Komyeta let out soft noises into her ears, licking her cheek affectionately, thrumming with joy at being able to spend a night in the company of such an interesting creature. Oh he loved her warmth too, the fluffy surface of her body making for an almost excellent heat source, and he felt relaxed in her presence enough to let out a maw gaping yawn, half closed eyes regarding her weakly as he rested his head on the sandy bank.

Firi rubbed her neck against Komyeta's, warbling a mellow tune as she snuggled her head tight against his, their cheeks pressed together to share comforting warmth. No gryphon ever cuddled with her like Komyeta just did, and he was a dragon, one that gave her pleasure without putting his member anywhere near her privates.

She fluffed up, the pleasant thought warming her up more than Komyeta's impressing wing did. What were the odds, for a gryphon to rest under a dragon's embrace without a care in the world?

For the first time since she left the colony, Firi felt at peace with herself, desired by a being that truly cared for her.

Perhaps even...loved...

***THE END***

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