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Gift of a Gryphon

By Emberell

Morning tiptoed in, accompanied by a gleam of warm sunlight through the window. Its yellow glow spread through the room, shining the stone window's silhouette onto the far wall. It was bright enough to bring attention to the comfortable room, a reasonably sized dwelling. A single fancy bed took up nearly half of the room, built from fine lacquered cherry oak and draped with shimmering red silks around its canopy. In the bed, a deep brown form shifted - a strong brown wing raised as though to shield its owner from the morning. It groaned, a masculine groan as he fought the wakefulness brought about by the warm sun, and finally he rolled to glare at the window.

The sunlight glared back, a playful glint illuminating the sleek chocolate brown feathers of a gryphon. His feathers were ruffled from sleep, and as he shifted to hug the second form burrowed beneath the glittering velvet-red blankets he revealed the cream colored feathers of his chest and his tummy. Fighting wakefulness, he stirred the covers and revealed the second form as his beak nestled into her hair.

Still soundly and deeply asleep, teased with one last nuzzle and a trace of his paw-like hand, was a beautiful orange dragon woman. Though out and lost in the land of sleep, her wild fiery red hair seemed adamant on escaping her head. Vibrant orange scales decorated her nude form, and he snaked his head around her to take in the fantastic sight of her purple tummy. Curvaceous and full breasts, and lower, hidden by a possessive pull of his wing her nethers, teased all possible sleep from the gryphon's mind.

At last, Kiruan decorated her with one last wanting nuzzle of his beak, vanishing for a moment away in his mate's lively hair. It was a familiar experience, he mused, waking beside his dragoness. Every morning he was right there, he found her returned from her night of work to his embrace. Likely, she had snuck in quietly last night and joined him in bed - he knew, because every evening he'd crawl in to bed and join her until she woke, as well. He could never get tired of waking and finding his lovely dragoness snuggled up against him. Even now, he had a hard time parting from his gentle caress, holding her shoulder and stroking her with his paw... he gave her a claiming squeeze with his wing, soft and surrounding as she slept, and she responded with a cute little murmur of her own. Oh, it was always so hard to leave bed, even more so when she curled her back into his tummy feathers like that...

At last, he carefully disentangled himself from her, and sat up to meet the sight of their room. An imposing dresser stood at either side of the bed, and though they were made of the same wood as the bed they seemed darker in the shadows than they really were. Their vanities were ill defined, hidden away by the almost light-absorbing cherry oak wood. One was hers, one was his, but he found his gaze travelling back to his dragoness in the bed as he stood. He found himself blushing at the sight of her breasts, their cute little pink nipples standing tall, and he shook his head with amusement. Even asleep, she knew just how to pull his heartstrings... With a delicate motion, he leaned back over the bed and replaced his blanketing wing with the blanket of the bed so she would not be cold. Elebris would not wake until late in the evening, he knew, and more than that she needed every instant of sleep she could manage. He would wash his face in the kitchen - the stone basin on her side of the bed would make too much noise for his comfort.

Despite his care, the lacquered wood of his dresser still mumbled a gentle creak to the stone room as he opened it and retrieved his creamy khaki pants. They matched his belly feathers - they would be perfect for the day, and they would go well from the fancy long-sleeved red shirt pulled from a different drawer. Neither was difficult to slip on, the most challenging part being the easy-to-manage golden buttons of his shirt. The elaborate carpet around the bed muffled his steps, gold and silver and red in the colors of some long-lost eastern kingdom. He had no need to go through the dull-grey stone arch on her side, in to the bathroom through the cozy hallway - no, instead he made for the doorway directly across from the bed. A solid oak doorway, dark and ornately carved with curling plant-like tendrils stood tall to keep their room separate from the rest of their dwelling.

It made a soft scraping noise as it swung inwards, but Kiruan paused to straighten his shirt. He found himself once more gazing over the bed, through the thin red curtain that hid his dear dragoness. At last, he turned and closed the door behind him, stopping it with the hold of a paw before the close of its arc such that the loudest alert it would sound would be a quiet little click. From there, it was only a short hallway that led to the parlor.

Today was Sunday. Sunday, of a special weekend... Today was Elle's birthday. He knew the date by heart, and had been planning her special surprise for weeks. There was only one last thing to do, he knew, and leaning against the wall he pulled out his phone. It was an old, dinged up flip phone - and it beeped satisfyingly as he dialed a number. His voice kept low despite the distance and the thick door separating him from his dragoness, but it was deep and rough enough to be heard with clarity.

"Hi. Ciniplex? ... Yes, I would. Two tickets to Star wars: The Force Unleashed." Kiruan's eyes narrowed, and he bit back a growl at their response. Still, he found himself bursting out, "Sold out?! What do you mean, sold out? It's two days... Yes, fine, thank-you."

A satisfying clack slammed his phone closed, and he laughed, a bit. That was one of the bonuses of having an old-fashioned phone - it was hard to slam a smart phone without breaking it... The gryphon ground his beak a little, fighting frustration. He should have bought the tickets earlier, but he had not expected a night after the opening night to be sold out so early in the day! That wouldn't stop his surprise, though; there was more than one way to get what he wanted. Re-opening his phone, he dialed another number - this time, a friend.

"Rupix!" Kiruan greeted warmly, "Yeah, it's Kiruan. ... Cheep to you too! Listen, I need to call in a favor. ... Yeah, I know you've got connections - I need two tickets for the newest Star Wars movie. ... Look, don't retch at me! It's likely going to be much better than you'd think! ... Yeah. Heh, thanks - I owe you one. ... Tonight. The latest showing you can. ... Ok. I'll swing by and pick them up as soon as you do." The edges of the gryphon's beak turned up, a wide smile, and he bade his friend farewell, "Yes. Take care, and be well. I'll catch you later."

It would be done, and with time enough to spare. Kiruan knew enough not to ask where they came from. Likely, it would be from some poor and tasty would-be moviegoer. Until then, he had the day to himself - and like always in his spare time, he would write. He knew just the spot to sit to do so. It would be a bit of a walk, but with his notebook and the cool weather of winter it would be an enjoyable stroll,

Kiruan went to the kitchen to prepare himself a simple breakfast. A humble bowl of cereal with a spoon of peanut butter - it was nothing grand, but it would hold him and it was easy to eat and easier to clean up after. Before long, he had his notebook tucked under an arm and was navigating the comfortably carpeted stone hallways until he found the front door.

It closed behind him with a heavy clack, its wooden noise bouncing brightly from the oak trees that stood tall to each side of a paved road. A wintery scent floated in the air, brisk and chill as it rustled the dried treetops. It was a cool day, kept a hint of warm by the brilliant blue of the sky and the warm rays of the sun. Bright and beautiful, calm and quiet, it was the perfect day to be outside, and though the sidewalk was cold under his foot paws it was a refreshing sort of chilly that gave his every step energy.

From time to time a car would rush down the road, followed by a brief rush of wind and leaves, rustling almost in an argument to the more natural quiet of the still winter day. The residences he passed by were like the castle he called home. Large manses, most made of stone, fancy and large to hide away their residents, though a few were stone each had its own unique style. There were not many, and between them wild green grass decorated yards that were not hidden away by bushes. Boughs of oak and pine shaded even the clearest of sight, and here or there their roots would disrupt the stone path he followed. The grade of the hill he followed was gentle, easy to climb, and it was with little to slow him down he met its crest and looked over the bank of a great rushing river.

Accompanied by the misty scent of water in the air, on his beak as much as it glittered a fine rainbow in the air, he sat in a crook of the greenery growing along the river's side. Thick and sturdy, it crept all the way down to the black rock that had been eroded away by stream after stream of the quick river. Scribbles and gibberish decorated the pages of his notebook, and odd script only he knew how to make sense of. More odd symbols flowed from his pencil as he began to write, adding detail to his story in this beautiful place. There was little to distract him, besides the occasional person or family who would wander along one of the many trails that followed the river. But the meditative hum of the river's noise offered relaxation, in tandem with the chill I each tongue of winter wind that offered inspiration with every lap to the tip of his mind. Like that, he lost himself in the day passing around him. Writing and working over a single idea, then its sister as each came to him in turn.

Kiruan's slumbering dragoness was a welcome guest in his mind, commenting and humming to each word. Her orange scales, her fiery hair... hers was more than welcome company on the riverside. It was easy to picture her sitting by his side, resting her muzzle on his shoulder and reading along each letter. Her image in his heart and the story at paw brought time to rush around him, minutes and seconds scrolling as though they were falling unneeded past a window. The sun scaled the sky, and though from time to time it nestled behind a fluffy cloud more often than not it peered down at him through the blue ocean of sky that rippled between each of those white islands. Noon became afternoon, each passing him by with hardly a fleeting care. The only distractions were few - here and there a buzzing insect or two flitted in to say hello only to leave when he made a move, and occasionally the bubbling conversation of passing families would wash down the banks. Still, he kept himself immersed in his writing. Darkness began to tease over his little hill. After how many hours only his phone might tell. The sun was setting - earlier, in the winter, as it always did - but the dimming light was staved off by the bright glow of streetlamps flickering on to illuminate the well-travelled walk behind him. Thus, the chilly peace of his day of writing was only broken when his phone rang out, jarring him at once back into reality.

It was a humble ring, a bright chirping sound reminiscent of the natural ring of older telephones, but it was perhaps more startling than a sudden burst of music could be. He was only expecting one call today, and flipping his phone open he was able to confirm his suspicions.

"Rupix! It's good to hear back from you - were you able to get the tickets?" The gryphon nodded, listening for a moment. Then his slight worry melted into a relieved smile at the edges of his beak, and colored his response, "Ah, lovely. I'll stop by shortly. Thanks so much - I owe you one."

A quick click shut his phone, as easily folded as his notebook and quickly stowed as his pencil pushed into a pocket. No wonder it was so dark, he mused as he got up - his phone reported that it was almost six in the evening! Still, he wasn't worried about the dark. The dark of night was his ally, his predatory senses long since accustomed to tracking even the slightest disturbance around him. Here, there was little to be on the watch for, and he knew the roads well enough to follow his instinct and the light of the lamps to where he needed to go. This time, he diverged from the side roads and back closer to the main flow of the city. There were more cars, more traffic along the sidewalk, and the general business of life even with the darkening hour.

The rush of each car reminded him of the river with its almost constant hum, their headlights reflected and shining over the storefront displays as each passed. Many places were already closed for the evening, but others were still glowing with the artificial blue of lights. The chaotic hum of life was relaxing in its own way. Despite the lateness, there were many people coming and going on the sidewalk, few enough of which he gave second thought, He did wave at a familiar otter, who chattered a distracted hello as he curved around her and into one of the bigger and brighter buildings. Its doors whooshed open before him, spilling out the heated to the outside world and beckoning him to step inside before too much cold got in. His friend would be somewhere in the halls of shelves - finding him was as simple of asking after him and navigating to the proper corner. The familiar sight of ruffled brown-white feathered wings caught his eye at a junction, and he chirped at his almost-avian friend.

"Rupix!" Kiruan waved, though his friend was facing away from him, "Hey!"

Startled, his friend's feathers stood on end, and he twirled. "Kiruan. I didn't expect you would be around so soon."

"No need to ruffle your feathers. Well, normally I'd do that..." Kiruan teased, a paw on his hip, "But I'm here for the tickets. D'you have them with you?"

Rupix looked suspiciously around the store, before deciding they were suitably alone. He pulled, seemingly from nowhere, the two tickets and offered his reply, "Yeah, right here. I don't know why you didn't get them earlier..."

"Yeah, no kidding. I was kicking myself for that, too. How was I supposed to know it'd sell out two days after it opened?" Kiruan took the tickets, and pulled out his wallet. With a delicate touch he slid them in, slowly so as to make sure they wouldn't fold. He added, "Listen, thanks for coming through. I meant what I said - I really owe ya on-"

"Yeah yeah, I'll remind you of that later. Now go, shoo, I can't have you here distracting me." With a skillful and practiced twist, he sidestepped Kiruan's attempt to ruffle his feathers and moved off farther down the aisle.

The gryphon simply shrugged and left his friend be. Leaving the building was easy, its well lit and broad windows showing off the inside as well as the outside like any good store. Soon, he stepped through the automatic doors again and was greeted by the much colder air outside. A wintery chill had crept into the night as it deepened, only made all the more brisk by the pristine night sky sparkling unapologetic stars on the streets. The night really was a beautiful one to walk. In the beauty of the night, he almost didn't notice the cold of each step on the way back home - he knew by heart the way back, and it would be a simple matter to be back in but a few minutes, but his eyes found in their wandering a small flower shop couched between two loud smoothie stores in a strip mall.

A beaky smile met his beak, and he turned from the walk to step into the store. A handsome silver leopard was closing up shop, locking the register and watering the flowers with a sly little smile, but he happily helped Kiruan assemble an impromptu bouquet. The lithe cat did it all with a flourish, and little but glowed as the gryphon spoke intently about his beloved dragoness. As Kiruan gathered them up together, the leopard held up a finger. Wordlessly, he twirled and pulled from a hidden corner a vibrant pink flower whose petals were countlessly entrancing. In the midst of trying to say thank you, the leopard simply brushed him off, collecting the flowers in a green paper and seeing him off with a wave. Almost in a daze, Kiruan found the door of the small shop closing behind him, a bright metallic jangle of bells leaving him more than a little lost for the second time that day.

It was a warm sort of confusing, that happy buzz those flowers gave him. The man had really been quite nice, and that warmth followed him back onto the darker residential streets. Many long roads wound off on their own path, off and away to other places, but he knew the ones he needed to take. Once more, he found the deceptively small stone building that was their residence.

Inside, he unbuttoned his fancy shirt. No need to be so formal, especially here. With a quick hand Kiruan sent a text to a number prepared beforehand, and then folded his phone into his shirt. The kitchen was dark, and just as he had left it. There was a single bowl that he hadn't quite dealt with - he'd handle that later.... For now, his thoughts were singularly in the bedroom, with his dear dragoness. He searched a cupboard for a tall glass, and filled it with water for the flowers. With that taken care of, he left the kitchen to find her again.

The little clock in her dresser ticked diligently - almost nine o'clock. Later than he had intended to arrive home, but fortunately she was still fast asleep. Stepping softly, he eased the door closed and set first his shirt on the smooth stone basin beside her side of the bed. On top of that cushion, he settled the glass with her flowers, secure on the soft shirt.

Elle had wormed her way partly under the covers in his absence, and her red hair had reached strands over every pillow they had. She would wake very soon, he knew. In a well-practiced motion he slipped onto the bed and around her back. In that spot, his spot, he held his dragoness in his arms, listening with a glowing smile to her little murmur of contentment as she dreamed of fluffy things. Her scales shifted as she nestled back into his feathery chest. Holding her secure, he relaxed and let himself drift. He wasn't tired, not at all with her in his protective gaze. He wouldn't sleep. Instead he relaxed, flexing a blanketing wing to keep her warm in the cooling room.

Time had little meaning as he watched protectively over his Elebris. Keen hawk eyes took note of every movement, even the smallest of shifts given import. At the slightest sign of discomfort he'd swoop in to comfort her with soft feathers, rumbling a deep purr as he nuzzled a cheek into her muzzle into her and bathing her in his care.

She had never used any alarms to wake herself. No, she hadn't need of any device like that. Like usual she began to stir, slowly returning to the land of the waking from a comfortable dream inspired by her deep cover of brown feathers. Elle mumbled, a little tired and unrecognizable string of syllables as she stretched out and turned in the bed to grab hold of her gryphon ever so tightly.

"Good morning, my beloved dragoness." Kiruan's response was a welcoming rumble as he nuzzled down into the nape of her neck and teased her with a possessive little nip. He added lovingly, "Happy birthday."

"Hello there," Elebris's strong voice answered, her feminine determination muddled only barely by sleepiness. She took his paw on her shoulder and brought it to her chest. "Mhhr, good morning, my sweet gryphon."

The dragoness simply cuddled in his embrace for a few minutes. Kiruan held her there, and together they ignored the hour and aught else around them. It was almost half past ten when they finally stirred. Her tail snaked its way around one of his legs as she parted their embrace, and leaped from the bed with a gymnastic ease. She began to sift through her dresser, emphasizing each motion to tease her mate with the pink treasure between her legs. Every lean and swish of her tail as she got dressed showed off that warm spot to her blushing gryphon.

"I really wish I could stay here with you all night long, in your paws...." Elle's sensual voice rung out, dripping with just a hint of passionate desire, "But it's time I need to be going in to work."

"Mhrr," Kiruan growled back, making his own show as he rose from the bed. He rolled his hips and teased her with the sight of his creamy sheath, full and twitching just a bit from her own teasing. "Today is your birthday, my dearest. Today... is our day. I think, I shan't let you leave my side. Not today."

Elebris smiled, a sad sort of smile, and reached to pull his beak to her snout. She nuzzled at him warmly, and regretfully began, "You know I can't do that. Work-"

"Don't worry about work. I gave them a call and got you the night off. You don't need to worry about that place tonight." His beak rubbed back at her scales, and he snuck a lick across her scales as he added, "A certain gryphon told them if they didn't give you your birthday off, they'd have him to deal with."

"Elebris's bemused smile sparkled happily at him, "I'm sure you did." Her tone was sensual, her tongue easing out to trace at his beak in a mirror of his own lick as she went on, "I can just see you causing more trouble there. The last time you dealt with my coworkers, Sadie ended up in your stomach. You knew I had my eye on her..."

"Kiruan laughed, a deep and hearty laugh. "I can't help that we share the same tastes! She wouldn't let me pick you up, either. At least your boss was rather understanding about it, once she saw the beak she was dealing with!" His feathery chest poofed out with pride, but his dragoness simply giggled.

"You mean, after I ate her? I think that wasn't so much your intimidation as it was my belly, love."

Kiruan's phone interrupted their silly banter with a ringing beep, and reminded Kiruan of his plans for the night. He captured her gaze with his deep brown eye. She had yet to pick an outfit, but she had forgotten the matter in his returned embrace.

"I have a surprise for you, love. Close your eyes," he murmured into her ear, a happy trill before he prowled over and snatched the flowers from their glass. With a happy twirl he presented the bobbing flora to his beautiful dragon, "You can open your eyes now, Elle."

Elebris did, and gasped with surprise at the sight. Purple and orange tulips interlocked with vibrant royal red roses, each twined and scented with an enticing perfume. At their center was the intricate and delicate beauty, so many countless petals fluttering a bit though there was no wind.

"Oh, Kiruan! Flowers! You shouldn't have!" She exclaimed, and without hesitation accepted them and buried her muzzle in all the flowers. Their aromatic scent brightened her scale with a bit of a blush, but she simply closed her eyes and basked in the gift.

"That's not all, though. I've just gotten a text - our ride is here." Kiruan snuck back into an embrace with her, his deep brown wing capturing her and pulling her to his side. He teased, "You should probably throw on some clothes or something. Not that I'd mind you coming in just your scales..."

"Oh, how special," Elle teased right back, "clothes this time? I do wonder what you have in mind..." But she didn't waste a moment. Half a skip later she pulled from her dresser a long and elegant purple dress. She did not wear it often, but like most of her clothes it was easy to slip into.

Kiruan unfolded his shirt and slipped into his pants, too, getting ready in only a moment longer than it took her. He even ran a fancy little brush through his crest feathers, and once through his chest feathers so they would fit into his shirt as he dressed himself up. He turned, only to find himself stunned by the beautiful dragoness and her ornate purple dress. Her form glittered and shone in the errant moonbeams that came through the window, completely outshining the high-class bedding. He shut his beak and slipped in behind her to keep her hand away from her concealing cloak.

"You won't need that. You look simply wonderful." The gryphon wouldn't take no for an answer, his hold strong around her hand, "Come, dearest, your chariot awaits."

"Oh!" She exclaimed as he pulled her along, out their door and through the kitchen. Elle gave him a tug to slow him down, just enough to pull a vase out and settle the flowers inside before he doubled back and gathered her up in his strong arms. She couldn't help but squirm and laugh as he picked her up and carried her over the threshold and out the door, but her laugh caught in her throat as she saw the awaiting ride. It was a handsome black limousine, polished and waiting.

Kiruan set her down on the sidewalk, and with a silly spin into an inviting bow he pulled open one of the shiny black doors. "Milady."

"Oh no, my silly gryphon," His dragoness took his paw into her own, and sparkled at him as she pulled him instead, "You're getting in with me!"

They fell together laughing onto the plush grey seats of the limousine, and Kiruan barely managed to chirp a go-ahead to the driver before Elle had him entangled in a passionate hug. Her muzzle found his beak, a gentle kiss, and so entwined were they that the gentle motion of the vehicle pulling into traffic hardly registered at all.

"I'm going to get you back for all of this, I hope you know." Elebris kissed at the tip of his beak playfully, then spoke into his neck feathers, "So, where is my gryphon taking me, tonight?"

"I have a big night planned for us, Elle," Kiruan announced meaningfully between each nuzzling kiss he returned to her smooth scales. "I've made dinner reservations for us on the falls. After that, I'm taking you out to a movie. Tonight is your night - and we'll spend it together."

Of course, she likely knew just where they were going and what he had planned, but the gryphon did his best to distract her. His driver had been informed beforehand, so all Kiruan needed to do was to keep her gaze and thoughts away from their destination. That was an easy matter to accomplish, as inseparable as his dragoness was from his paws, they shared an embrace until at last a voice drifted back from the front.

"This is the place. Now, you just go ahead - you've rented the limo for the night, and I'll wait for y'all out here."

Kiruan loosened his grasp around her, and spoke in a low murmur, "Come on, hon. Let's go." Once more, he took her hand and pulled her along. This time out of the limo, up so he could brace his arm around her shoulder. It was a brisk cold outside, from the heated interior of the limo, and yet he felt her shiver in his arms. But her shiver was forgotten as she growled approvingly, deep and catching with something between breathlessness and excitement.

"The Keg? But... Oh, Kiruan!" Elebris used his arm to turn his secure hold into a hug. Powerfully, his arms clutched her to his chest, against his fluffy feathers beneath the fancy shirt. His clothes ruffled softly as the feathers were pressed against, as she traced his arm with the tips of her fingers. "This is perfect."

The gryphon kept his dragoness in his embrace, and led the way into the restaurant. All he needed to do was announce to the fancy skunk woman his name, his reservation, and a waiter appeared seemingly from nowhere to lead them to a table in the center of the grand, magnificent window looking down over the falls. For a moment, the view took both their breaths away. Despite living on the great river, it somehow still had the ability to make them speechless with its beauty.

Those rushing waters, brilliant and blue, were the very same that Kiruan had spent day after day writing beside. But here they cascaded off and over a sheer cliff face, shaped in a lunar crescent as it escaped to the land far below. It might have been an ocean of a lake, the fluvial fan, had it nowhere else to go, but it drew rainbows even in the dark of night. The dark waters of the lake reflected lights, reflected the colors that glittered and glistened in the embrace of the reaching rocks. Dark rocks and living greenery were the chalice that held the waters, thick and stout trees that held a surly stance to keep their roots held fast in the solid rock. At last, the couple took their seat, the best seat in the house, overlooking the grand sight I the heart of their city.

Their waiter, a Dalmatian dressed in a handsome tux, waited for them to seat before asking for their order. His smooth and practiced voice had just the barest hint of a French accent.

"Madam, monsieur. Welcome. Might you care for some wine?"

"No," Kiruan waved his hand dismissively, "Just a tall glass of water, thanks.

"For both of us," Elebris added, her grinning gaze unwilling to leave Kiruan's beak, not even to spare a glance for their waiter. Fortunately, he was not perturbed by the lack of attention.

"Of course," the canine nodded, "Do you require a menu? If I might make a recommendation, the black cod is simply magnifique tonight." He flourished his words with a kiss of his fingers, but it went unnoticed by the diners.

"We know precisely what we want tonight." Kiruan offered an open paw to his mate, a sly smile twisting the edges of his beak, "My lovely dragoness here will have the top sirloin steak dinner. To accompany it, a serving your finest roasted garlic mashed potatoes should do just wonderfully."

Elebris gasped, and nodded with surprised agreement. Her eyes were wide, sparkled as she wondered to herself how he had known...? Of course, she realized, he had asked her in passing what her favorite meal was. She fought a blush as she realized it had been more than an idle question, even as he smiled playfully and went on with his own order.

"I, of course, will have your sirloin Oscar. I do believe... my wonderful partner here has the right idea. I will have mashed potatoes, as well."

"Of course," the waiter was quick to agree again, "Excellent choices, messieurs. Is there anything I can get for you today?" The dog kept his formal stance, back straight as he looked from the dragoness to the gryphon in turn.

"No... that'll be all." Elle answered that time, and like ice slipped into a hot tub the waiter seemed to simply melt away.

In reality, of course, he had simply strode away. The two became so lost again that they might have just as easily missed the sky vanishing. Kiruan's eyes looked into her emerald green eyes, mesmerized, as the same thoughts played over their minds. How many times, night after night, did they sit together like this, eyes lost in the other's? Too many to count, and yet even here by the great window that overlooked the great and powerful waterfalls, into their cascading strong arms and beautiful sparkle that had no end... he found his gaze captured by her.

"Beautiful... as always. But, look," He turned from her, though his eyes stuck to her as though she was sweeter than honey, until at last he could convince his gaze to grace over the splendor that was the natural falls as they flowed into the lowlands far below. Colorful lights and radiant chromatic rainbows flared and went as the city lit the natural wonder. "The water here flows with a natural strength and a pure beauty. Sure, unquestioning... it matches you perfectly. My dearest dragoness... strong, diligent, unstoppable and ceaseless in her efforts. I know without question I look into you, every day I sit by its banks as you slumber..."

A single orange finger cut him off, resting upon the tip of his beak. Elle knew he could go on and on... indeed, every night he usually did in some way or another. Instead of letting him go on, she balanced his beak on her finger and traced her touch down under to his chin and the soft feathers behind his beak. With that single digit she pulled him forward, though it was more a guide than a pull as he followed her beckoning invitation, into a passionate kiss.

Kissing a beak was always a unique experience. Kiruan nibbled at her muzzle, his beak softly playing its dangerous edges over her sleek scaled lips, and his tongue rippled out to lick its rough tip across her lips. Pressing into her, pushing with all the weight of a butterfly's landing e locked his maw to hers, she slipped her lips beneath the edges of her beak so his jaws could take hold of her lips and seal them together. His eyes closed with hers, joined by the faintest of murmurs stolen and devoured by his tongue as they met. Elebris's tongue found the familiar confines of the flesh that decorated her mate's beak and traced along his palate. Her every taste bud explored the slightly rough flesh, even as his tongue embraced hers with a clumsy coil and teased another muffled noise from her chest.

Her gryphon purred, his dragoness hummed, a thrumming murmuring and _murrling_growl as together they willed tie to take a back seat to love. one of his paws came up to caress through her hair, rolling and petting down the back of her head, over the curve and down to her neck as he kept her in that kiss, begged her not to leave. How long they were like that only the waiter might have known - as seemingly in the next instant he was back with their entrées.

Kiruan was the first to notice... though it took a rather bemused clearing of the Dalmatian's throat to gather his attention. A single brown eye cracked open, and a laugh colored their kiss as he at last drew back from her lips. He nosed against her tenderly, his eyes taking stock of her own as they sparkled.

"Our dinner is here, Elle. I think... perhaps we should eat."

"I agree," she laughed as well, a single musical note on the air. Powerful and light, her voice found its familiar strength, "Let's do... Thank you."

The waiter bowed, and left them to their meals. It was a happy quiet with which they enjoyed their delicious meals, between every bite taking more than a mouthful of each other's eyes. Here and there Kiruan would sneak his fork over with a juicy shrimp and offer it to her, and she retaliated by taking a cut of her fantastic steak to feed to him. It became a bit of a competition, to make each other's meal their own, but neither could keep a straight face. Finally, they found themselves just laughing as they traded mashed potatoes for mashed potatoes, unable to get past the simple ridiculous nature of their silly antics.

A small grin colored Kiruan's beak, happiness all too apparent in his voice as he met her with another announcement, "Oh, Elle... Our night does not end here, my dear."

That caught her attention. He had mentioned before a movie, but possibilities raced through her minds as she watched with a curious gaze. His hands went into his fancy shirt, and in but a moment he proffered their tickets.

"We are going to see... Tonight, I am going to take you to the new Star Wars movie. I know how much you've been wanting to see it. I know... we usually watch movies in bed... but this time, I want to treat you."

Oh, Kiruan, of course! It's perfect! When...?"

"Soon. We have time to spare here, though... if you'd like desert." He leaned in closer, and added with a tease, "I'm sure I have something here you'll enjoy~"

Her scales flushed with a fierce blush, turning from orange almost to red as he spoke so boldly in such a public place.

"Hey now... that should wait until we're home, my dear..." She lowered her voice, and glanced back and forth, before she returned her own teasing, tantalizing whisper, "But, then I know just the kind of cream to go with my pie..."

Kiruan couldn't help but laugh heartily as he waved a signal to their waiter. It was a simple matter to settle the bill, and fortunately there were no surprise birthday songs from the staff that might hold them up. He left a rather generous tip, and without a second glance the couple left from the restaurant. They were too busy with each other's embrace to pay much mind to the beautiful sight, or any traffic besides their awaiting limo. They didn't even have to tell the driver - Kiruan had been meticulous in his guidance, more than enough so that their chauffer was already on the way to the theatre.

Another kiss was stolen from his dragoness, small pecks kissing across her cheeks, against her neck as he snuck down to the sensitive crook of her neck. He brushed his tongue out to tickle her scales, keeping in place despite her half-hearted squirms and bright laughter. Once more, it seemed they were at their destination before they had even begun.

The driver had pulled right up to the front of the theatre, but this time Elebris pulled Kiruan from their fancy ride. She had a glowing smile, mischievous and wily as they collapsed together onto the sidewalk, both giggling like fools as they nuzzled each other. They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying each other's warmth, until a pointed look from passing parents convinced them to get up again. Only a little abashed, they closed the door of their limo and left their driver to find a spot to await for the next two and a half hours.

The line was impressive, both in the lobby and outside, but that offered them the chance to pick up a large bucket of popcorn and an impressively imposing soda. Once more, Kiruan found himself surprised to see how even several days after opening night there was such a crowd. In the end the theatre was packed, but he had his place beside his dragoness. To keep her safe from the encroaching crowd on either side, he stretched his wing out and wrapped its strong feathers around her. She cooed and laid her head against his fluffy shoulder, one hand on his shirt and by the popcorn.

~

Much later, they trickled out of the theater on the tails of all of the people who rushed out to use the restrooms or away to their homes to post spoilers for others who had yet to see the movie. Those things were far from the couple's worries, though. They laughed together, and shared silly comments about the movies in the vein of one of Kiruan's beaky prods, "Can you believe Han Solo? He looked more like Indiana Jones than Han!"

In all, tough, they found themselves agreeing that it was an entirely lovely watch. It was a very entertaining movie - like most they watched, it was one neither had seen before. The number of those movies lessened with each passing night they watched, but there were always more to pick from. The Limo slowly made its way to them through the rush of departing and arriving traffic, and at last they were again inside their fancy ride. Kiruan uttered his first, and last, command for their driver.

"Just home, now, and that'll be it." With that out of the way he turned back to his dragoness and settled in beside her. Like in the theatre he wrapped a protective wing around her, blanketing her with his feathers as he whispered a carrying whisper that nearly caught in his throat and tripped over his beak as he gave her one more announcement, "I have something... special. Very special, just for you... when we get home."

"Oh... do you, now? I'm sure I couldn't guess just what it is..." Her skillful hand traced down his shirt and brushed down to his pants with a swirl. His hidden sheath had them warm, and there was a sure sort of growing bulge that agreed with her notion. She really didn't have to guess... or so she thought.

Her gryphon wasn't one to argue. He nodded deeply in agreement, a roll of his hips meeting her hand with the warmth of want nestled inside. Kiruan nibbled over her muzzle, claimed her maw for his own as he dove his jaws around hers, a predatory swoop, like a hawk dropping from the sky to take hold of his rabbit, he snatched her tongue and pressed his own over it, into her jaws. Elebris's muffled noise of surprise melted into relaxed murmuring as he took charge once more. Her throat swallowed, welcoming swallows beckoning his rough tongue to breach into her throat even as she spluttered with the width of his travelling muscle filling her out so much at once. There was little she could do in that that might have been called a kiss, as his beak closed almost entirely around her maw.

Their eye-watering kiss persisted. His tongue wiggled, her jaws swallowed, her tongue lapped submissively at the underside of his own as he traced intimately over her gullet, as he flicked his tasting muscle around and fed her his salivating muscle. At last, the limo came to a stop, with an announcement from their driver.

"We're here, sir."

Kiruan opened his eyes, not once breaking the kiss as he looked down into hers. Dominant, possessive, filled with a familiar want and desire only for her. Slowly, without any great rush, he pulled back, a lewd little _slurp_and wet pop as it slipped from her throat and traced a loving lick across her maw. He leaned forward, to the window to the front, and paid the driver his tip.

With that, their date was over - but not their night. Together they walked, their loving eyes turned to the same end, their castle and home. The ornate, heavy door closed with a powerful crash behind them, hiding them away from the world to enjoy the spoils of his surprise, to spend the rest of that special day together.

Kiruan entered the room ahead of Elle, a confident furrow to his brow as he twirled and showed off his lithe form for his dragoness as she entered. He caught her eye, and raised his hands to the buttons of his shirt. One at a time, he revealed his strong creamy chest feathers, never once breaking eye contact with her. A paw traced down the cloth as he threw it off, and his wings curled in to beckon her close.

"You can have me," A single invitation, a single sultry and seductive tone, joined the hawkish narrow of his eyes and the anticipating twitch of his crest. He made it a show for her, spreading his arms and showing off the feathered muscles, their creamy tan smoothing and becoming a shallow bed as they ran down to his tummy. More revealed as he unhooked his pants, a single kick of his legs slipping them down and sliding it from first one foot then the other. Beneath he wore nothing that concealed is cream colored sheath, nor the impressive orbs swaying below.

Even from across the room, Elebris could taste the scent of his strawberry musk on the air, brushed over her with each exaggerated motion, each sway of his hips as though caught in a breeze. His package was entirely revealed, already stiffening even more, teasing with just the hint of its vibrant red tip his dragoness, who watched on with rapt fascination. Her mate had such power over her, power to make her simply swoon... she didn't fight the blush that spread over her orange scales, not in the least. In a single flash of glimmering purple her exotic dress was tossed aside, and she caught her gryphon peeking in more than aroused interest to find that she too wore nothing underneath her clothes that would hide her intimates away.

"Lay back," Elle commanded, not wasting a moment. This was her domain, something she had known and mastered long before she had met him, perfected on countless women who might be called unlucky - or as soon, lucky, depending on how one looked upon it.

Still, Kiruan flashed her a predatory smirk. The edges of his beak turned up, dangerous and strong, but he complied with a dip of his beak. He teased her with a delicate bow and stepped backwards, his deep brown eyes not parting from hers. Not even as the back of his legs ran into the bed and he tripped and fell into the silken arms of the bed. It was the perfect way to tease her: by doing so, his legs splayed wide and presenting the full weight of his sheath as it bobbed. Below, his virile sac swung, tempting and full with the hidden weight inside.

In a single instant, Elebris was upon him. Her thick and powerful tail coiled around his ankles, its tip dancing across his foot paws as she slid onto the bed to join her mate. Her hands traced across his chest, her claws lightly flowing through his feathers as she pressed her fingers to feel over every inch. She delighted him with a scritchle, a rub, even as her hand grew closer and closer to his feathery sheath. At last, her grasp found its weight, and she could feel the heat contained within. A single touch was all she needed, a single press of her fingers around him to guide him to full mast with little ado. Her fingers traced away from it, flowing back as though the ebb of a wave, crashing each stroke against him as her muzzle nosed against his beak. Her other hand found his wing, ran her nails under his feathers and across those sensitive pinions, and she seemed to grow all the stronger. Beneath her, he shivered and squirmed, an unintentional groan escaping his beak as he fought the rush that touch brought him, and that was when she swooped in.

Elebris's muzzle locked to his beak, captured and took hold of him in her decidedly powerful kiss. Singular intent flowed from the tip of her tongue, pressed against his maw and into his maw as she took charge with her tongue. It escaped into his jaws, a runaway snake taking a full taste of his rough tongue, wrapping coil after skillful coil around the hot muscle. A single sigh escaped - was it his or hers? - out their noses, and Kiruan rolled his beak into the kiss. His nibbled at the edge of her muzzle, took as much as he could to seal their kiss and secure it even deeper. It was almost as though they were meant to be as one. Elle's maw fit perfectly to the crook of his beak like two pieces of a puzzle. Their tongues twined and twirled, fire fought with fire as they kissed in something more passionate than just a simple kiss. The dragoness's hand found its way down his side, wormed between them and under her hot tummy scales until it caressed again his swelling sheath. Its tapered tip had freed itself of its trappings, and its throbbing tip teased her fingers with a sticky dribble of precum.

Elle never broke their kiss. Not even for an instant as she took control of her gryphon, as she began to ride her gryphon and roll him into the bed below. It was not as simple as using her nethers to capture him. No, it was and always would be an act of making love. Her hand flexed around his sheath, her body pressed each enticing curve over him as her fingers played over the revealed tip and wormed their way into the musky confines of his protective sheath to rub anticipation into the rest of his hiding cock. Each throb of arousal, each thrum of his tongue against hers, each muffled grown of approval swallowed by their kiss told her of his arousal so she could lead it outwards. Like a great mountain from beneath the sea his length rose, revealed at once as she took it in the palm of her hand and disrobed his deep red spire into the shadowy privacy between them. His barbs teased at her fingers as she squeezed his tip, and pressed it into her kiss. Not the kiss of her upper lips - the underside of his shaft was pressed against her pussy, and as she swayed her body down like a falling musical note she ground her lips against either side of his full shaft. Each swollen mound painted him with the hot honey from inside her far more than ready depths.

At last, their kiss broke. With a soft little pop and a spray of saliva, his stunned open beak was left behind to wriggle his tongue in the air, and he closed his beak as she leaned back to take control. Her hips lifted up and her eyes closed... closed a moment too early. Down below, Kiruan had been pressed down, all but mounted - but he's not out of it. Using an arm to prop himself up, he lunged his beak forward... and took refuge in her full bosom. His tongue escaped from her beak as he nuzzled into her impressive breasts, licking roughly across her flesh and garnering a moan of wonder in response. That's all she can reply, though, as she has more than just her breasts on her mind. Her skillful fingers brought his tip to pierce her folds, his drooling tip taken by her wanting heat, and she fought back a groan of pure pleasure as his barbs pulled across her sensitive flesh, tickled at her innards as she dropped down with a lewd slurp. With that single motion he was captured in her cunny, her weight keeping his hips pressed down and his masculine groan unable to be checked. He was busy toying at one of her purple nipples, fighting the urge to take hold and mount her as his rod became surrounded all at once by steamy depths, by the slavering of spicy-sweet nectar that drooled from his dragoness as her walls hugged and held him close on every side.

"I want you." Unquestionably, she told him what he already knew, what his body cried out with every moan of pleasure, and yet her desire built on his as she imbued every word for a wanting desire of one far below the surface of the ocean who begged for air. Elle's hand slipped from his sheath and teased down to his balls, twitching and full of hot seed. Needy, full of his climax... Kiruan could see the unwavering want that her fingertips teased into his furred sac, and with a single shushing finger pushed to his chest she pushed him back against the bed. The dragoness was in control: her hands braced against his feathers, wrapped tight around his shoulders and held him down as she rolled her hips against him. Each throb, each pleading throb of pleasure was met with a squeeze of her passage until at last she began.

Her hips rose, a first thrust was the start of her ride. Her mate simply gasped underneath her hand, a vibrating purr humming in his throat. Kiruan could not resist a thrust of his hips into her awaiting snatch, his thick length and barbs spread her passage wide. She could feel her heat, her honeys roll down him with want, his burst of strength bouncing her voluptuous form, and yet she fought him with a dominant growl. Her fingers splayed out into his feathery chest, and her claws pressed firmly into his skin beneath his handsome coat. She was in control, and she would not give it up lightly. No, she knew exactly what she wanted. Her body swayed in, her hips flowing downward and catching him beneath her. A draconic tongue teased his beak, licked against his face as she rose again. Her hips twitched, her muscles flexed, and she fell once more, swallowing his tapered tip deeper and deeper into her snatch. His aroused need only earned him a chide of his voice, and a surer pin.

"Ah-ah-ah. Now now, my gryphon... This is my night. Just lay back, my master¸ and enjoy yourself," her supple voice teased, whispered into his fuzzy ear and traced across his sensitive feathers with her deft tongue. There was no question about it, no fighting her desire. Her tail, that powerful serpent, snaked its way up his legs and gave him a soft coiling squeeze, until its tip found his navel. There, it pushed its tip against him, her core muscles awash in energy as she made sure he could do naught but lay there as she took him for once. Elebris's muscles flowed against him, each edge a soft suckle of flesh, each pull loud and lewd and unrestrained as she bounced up and down, again and again. The stone walls reflected the sounds of their coupling, bounced it back to them and surrounded them with her passionate moans, his unstoppable growling purrs under the bright squelching of the fires of lust as his cock slid and parted her taut entrance. Beneath the dragoness, her gryphon's crest rose to full attention. Arousal... she could feel his arousal growing, she could feel the slightest change as his knot began to show. The base of his gryphic spire began to grow, each rising instant of pleasure a marker to measure the pleasure she thrust into herself, but she paid his growing bulb little mind.

Like a force of nature, her hurricane thrusts gusted rut after thrusting rut against him. Each pause, each little breath was like the eye of her tornado - the twisting twirl of pleasure, the tight squeezes never far from the mind and reminded with a draw as she licked along his beak. Elle lunged, a plunge like a falling dragon to pin her snack, and met his beak with her jaws to control his jaws. Kiruan let his beak be spread by her lips, and felt as her tongue pushed against his. He traced his tasting muscle over hers... so many times had he fed her his tongue, so many times had he pressed himself to deepen their kiss, yet this time it was her turn. Like her tail powerful and writhing, its insistent press kissed him as a single voice to his desire. Ceaseless, it took charge of her male, her erstwhile master hardly inactive. Though he could not thrust, his hands found her sides, caressed over her scales and doted her hair with the loving touch of his digits. His arms would pull at her, trying to help her take him deeper and pull him flush to his lap and holding her lightly as she withdrew. He had no need, though, as each strong fall of her hips, each tight compression of her passage as it flexed and twitched until I allowed his throbbing length to burst inside entirely again.

Elle could not help but notice the effect she was had over him. His loving eyes did little to hide the furious blush that burned on the edges of his beak; his deep breaths panted out and fought masculine murmuring moans against her tongue with a vibrating purr into his maw. She flashed Kiruan a wink and slipped her jaws from his beak with a little slurp that was overshadowed by the distinct slup-slrp of her nethers as they fell in time against him. She shook her head, her eyes closing as she sat into his lap once more and tortured him with the visage of her bared and beautiful front. Her breasts swayed back and forth, showing off the perky flesh and pert mammaries by playing a hand over them as though to grope his desirous grope across them. How many times had her gryphon enjoyed their flavor, their sight, with beak and more? She let an eye crack open so she could peer down at him through her lids and caught him licking his beak. More than that obvious gesture, she could feel within the effect of her tease, each throb of his flesh as she showed off her lithe and voluptuous femininity with every lascivious bounce.

Kiruan's breaths grew shallower, strong squirms as he rocked his hips against her tail until at last he broke free. For a moment, Elebris found her mate thrusting deep into her, bucking his hips and irrepressibly bouncing her all the more as her indomitable thrusts flushed back against him. It was powerfully pleasurable... but she held back her moan and fought against the urge to simply fall into agreeing with his thrusts. Her tail coiled around him, collecting his waist and then his legs with two coils. A powerful flex of her muscles pulled him back against the bed, a ruffle of the covers bringing her crashing down on top of him as her swollen lips hilted him ever so deeply inside.

_Awrk!_A cute chirp called out as he was cut off in the midst of his needy thrusts, and she teased Kiruan by wagging a disapproving finger in the air. She kept him pressed against the bed with her hand, silently commanding him to catch himself, to stop. Elle was in charge here, tonight - this was her night. The feathers covering his cheek hid his deepening blush as he balefully agreed with a murmuring moan. In a way, he could not help his pleasure as she held him down, could not help but cry out as she held him down and used him for her enjoyment. This was new for him, this being pinned, and he found himself unable to keep her eyes. His gaze dropped down, embarrassed and down to her thighs as she bucked into his lap, as his dearest mate rode his swelling knot, but she wouldn't let him pull away. Her loving hand found his chin, and with a gentle grasp she guided his sight back to hers, back to her eyes. Reassurance and care more than pure desire flowed between them. In that moment he knew that only a single word had to be said and she would stop, and she would let him free to take control... and so he was able to relax, and let the powerful, fantastic heat flow through him.

Love. Kiruan found his paws holding on to her shoulders, almost as tight as the needy pull of her sex as she bounced up and nowhere near as tight as the piercing pleasure as she thrust back down against him. His knot grew ever more, until at last the rocking of her hips could not tease it past her sweltering entrance, too much to take, in the simple coupling that was anything but. A soft grating filled his ears; he was grinding his beak in frustration as he mastered the urge to simply drag her down, to crash her against him and lock his tool inside like a great jackhammer to splinter the last resistance from her and seal them together. It was love that kept him placid, that trust... How many times had she surrendered herself to his touch, let herself go under his paws, to allow his desire to overcome her and become the heat of the moment? Counting them was impossible, would have still been impossible even if the heat of the moment was not throwing itself against him once more. Those draconic folds agreed with a flutter around his knot, but it had yet to penetrate. The tendrils of the awaiting climax waited in the wings, ready to plunge down the great falls to their mutual satisfaction.

Elle growled. A murrling voice, rolling with fervor, as unquenchable as her nethers as each buck of her hips rode him into the blankets. The ripples of their coupling shook in the wood that held the bed aloft, each one announced with a worrisome creak. The scent of his heat was faint with the familiar strawberry musk that decorated his sheath, the scent of his virile seed and preseed joined and intertwined with her spicy scent. Hers was the scent of a needy dragoness, filled with more than anything desire as her velvet walls drooled a tight kiss against every inch of his gryphic shaft. More as she pulled herself down, and tighter again as it begged him to stay even as her body sprung back up like a tree relieved of a ton of weight. Shlup. Once more his knot ground at her entrance as she landed upon him, met with her constricting tail that pulled his hips up against her and into the desirous valley of her thighs. If it was not for her hands holding him back her tail might have lifted him from the covers themselves, so hard was she pulling against him... Until at long last, Pop!, his knot broke inside. Not a single even tiny portal had been used to widen herself - all she had needed was time, and the tenuously irresistible pull of the fibers of arousal. Loud, wet, and lewd, it slicked deep inside of her, her entrance spreading wide and closing secure around his bulb as they became inexorably linked together.

Even her powerful tail could not constrain his thrusting then, in the explosion of their climaxes. Powerful and experience coils wrapped around his hips flowed with his body, her hand almost brushed aside as he used the bed to buck into her, as he used his legs against the bracing wood of the bed to manage short and shallow thrusts to wedge his knot deeper and deeper. Even with all of her weight against him, the colors that surged through her kept her attention from restraining him, the swelling surge of his knot filling out against her clit, pushing her lips outward and forming a tight seal she could not avoid. Tight walls stretched around him, twitching and taut muscles twitched in the heavenly area between pleasure and pain. She could feel every inch, every barb digging into the recesses of her pussy... and more, as it twitched, as it flexed and answered the begging seize of her slick nethers. Their climaxes met each other like two trains at full head, her labia kissed at his sheath and her rump came to rest in the saddle of his lap as the first fiery burst of his explosive orgasm erupted from his peak. A pure volcanic eruption, fiery steamy seed spilled out with every pulse, shot into her with every throb, pushed into her womb with each pulse. An angelic moan - hers, most likely, though she had not the mind to spare such thoughts - rung out as she ground against him and stickied his sheath with her fluids. Rivulets of honeys escaped her hold, a waterfall crashing against his silky feathers and painting it with the heat of her glistening pleasure as it all came down at once.

There was no withdrawing. Burst after burst painted her womb white, filled out into her and begun to swell her tummy out as more and more spilled into her deepest depths. A soft sloshing gurgled out, brought a blush across both sets of her lips, her lower ones stretched by his knot just barely inside as her body swelled with cum. Her passage clenched around him, rippled and massaged his cock with little tingling fingers of pleasure. Locked together like that, they collapsed onto the bed panting. The afterglow, the hot bliss washed over them, and into her, like a warm summer rain reminding them of the warmth of the closeness of their act.

Eventually, they caught their breath, and their wandering minds from the other's grasp. Kiruan's sheath, and his gryphic length trapped inside, continued to throb as he stroked down her back. She pushed against his strong chest, and propped herself up. In her gaze, that gaze that had all night looked nowhere but into his eyes, there was a look of pure possessive want and purer desire.

"I _want_you."

"O-oh.. . Are you cert-," A single finger against his beak cut him off, shushing him with distinct care. This was not the time for his aside, not the time for him to talk and talk as he was so oft wont to do. Elle's eyes twinkled without hesitation, still, and they reflected his own brown ones with a surety that spoke more than any words could of her want. Her gryphon's feathered ears flicked, and at last dipped backwards. He could not help that his eyes widened a bit with a new anxiety that grew in his chest, but he spoke not at all of that. Instead, his beak simply nodded, a single assent of his submission. There could be little arguing - her hold on him was all but entire. Her tail had his legs; her hands were strong, powerful, pinned him against the bed. Escape was gone from the equation. Yet... he wanted to struggle. Only the kind and pure love in her eyes kept him in that tenuous peace that was his stillness.

One of her hands flowed up his neck, each finger caressed through his feathers until in the palm of her hand was his cheek. Possessive, and yet as gentle as the breeze, filled with the wanting shared only by men who had spent months fasting, Elebris's hand kept his eyes in hers locked away like his knot within her cunny. No pulling away, not before she's done. Not before he's spilled into her entirely... that was the way it would be. Kiruan reveled in the beauty of her muzzle as it danced closer, as she nuzzled against his beak and eased the feathers of his face with a little lick. Her draconic tongue rolled against his feathers, its soft curl delighting in the odd cinnamon spice that was his natural flavor just behind each feather. A single deep breath billowed into the air - his, steadying himself and his rushing heart, and she could feel his anxiety as every beat of her mate's heart pulsed through his intimate flesh still betwixt her lips. Something in her was reveling in her desire, in the advent of her want and need. How often was it him whose turn it was to claim her? The dragoness's strong eyes glittered a single meaning into him, a single and intense stare burrowing worlds of definitions locked in a single statement. She didn't need to say it.

"I know, Elle. Yours."

The dragoness's response was only to part her jaws. In a single motion, tentative as she listened for his voice she showed off her supple red tongue, met his gaze with the ribbed and glistening palate above and showed him the salivating dark depths that waited beyond. Hot and humid breaths escaped from her throat over Kiruan's beak in a way that triggered his own reflexive swallow at the sight as he tried to quell the lump that had grown in his throat. As often as he met her beak to maw, he had not had the chance to look deep into her maw and admire the view quite like this. Our pointed teeth decorated the front of her jaws, built more for holding her prey and keeping them from moving than for biting - two on top and two mirroring them on the bottom. Hers was a form naturally built to ingest others, built to swallow them down into her throat. As much as he might eat it out of her, as much as he might play the other side of that coin for her night after countless night she was always his powerful dragoness. A predator unto the last... He huffed, a deep sigh that washed into her muzzle and spilled out all the warmer again to meet him as it returned from its trip. Closer, closer than close, a strand of saliva broke with a splatter against his beak as that aerodynamic tip was led inside, as her jaws closed to take hold of him.

Instinctively, his neck stiffened, and he found himself trying to pull back as Elebris began to envelop him. More so as her tongue, the same tongue that had wrapped so many times around his knot and bodily swallowed it whole wrapped instead around his chin, twined and embraced around his cheeks and under his beak to help pull him inside. Behind him, there was a solid wall of pillowy bedding, nothing but the distressingly solid weight of their nest. The gryphon had nowhere to go but deeper into the jaws of the hungry dragon, deeper inside until that fluid motion brought his beak to touch the twitching gullet and her throat beyond. No escape from her jaws as they chewed gently around his feathery crown, took in the taste at last of her gryphon by slathering him with each painting lick of her soaking tongue as she wrapped her maw around his face. Even his crest, still risen and proudly at full mast, found itself slicked down by her hot maw, was coated and pulled inside even as the feathers prickled a stimulating sensation across her jaws. It was a small, delicious defiance that slowed her not at all.

Around Kiruan's waist were her thighs, working with her tail to keep him in place as she began her advance. His knot held them together, and despite the squirm of his body she could feel the excitement roll into her flower. Blood raced through his veins, each throb pressed against her folds, and it wasn't by accident that his hips brushed up against her as he tried and failed to writhe in her grasp. Still quite firmly knotted, she was rekindling is arousal with her advance, adding gasoline to the fire that was her desire that brought an ancient and familiar tingle into her nethers. Her tail flexed and slid down to his legs, slipping around his cock and teasing against the scales around her treasure to gather him together, all as she rolls her hips into the soft bedding. One of his arms escaped the grasp of her hand, and she found his paw pressed upon her chest. It was a push, and then it was a grope, a weak and entirely ineffective struggle that did nothing to keep her from advancing farther.

Indeed, farther she came. A singular pulsing swallow, gllp, rolled out and collapsed her throat against his beak, a gentle breath washing over his face as she relaxed her muscles and took his head into her gullet. Tight flexing flesh took hold, the walls of her throat hungrily pulling against him and subsumed his vision with slimy darkness, with the natural heat of her body. It was an announcement of the beginning of the end. _Glurk._Her flexing flesh found his feathers, squeezed them down against his skin as Kiruan found his neck curved down into her own as Elle swallowed him. His dragoness flexed her pelvic muscles, tensed her inner walls and squeezed his length, teased over his arousal with tongue and nether portal alike. Each deep breath of his was difficult, fought against the subsuming tightness, heated in what little air he could find in her gullet. It was panic, partially, that he breathed; so too was it arousal, and for the first time an entire submission shook his feathers as he tried to will himself and his instinct to simply give in.

The gryphon could not help the fear that tickled at his throat, the same fear that tickled against the nape of his neck... no, those were his lips, he realized, as her teeth combed through the feathers on his neck. In but a single swallow she had taken his head into her throat. From the outside, his feathery bulge was adorned with beautiful orange scales, reflected in Elebris's mirror for her enjoyment. She found herself staring into that reflective surface, delighting in that moment as she held him in her jaws over the edge of the brink with her gullet swallowing around him. Each little gulp pulled against his feathers, massaged him with lubricating slime, reported to her taste buds his spicy, masculine flavor, and soon he could not hold back his attempts to squirm any longer. To no avail, as her maw swallowed powerfully and he felt her lips graze his shoulders with a teasing brush. There, she had to pause.

It was a brief moment of consideration as Elle looked back... and then her motion became a disturbingly familiar one. With a twist of her jaws, a click of her muscles and tendons as she spread her gullet in a far-too-wide yawn. He had heard that motion, not just heard it but felt it against his length when he thrust into the deepest depths of her maw with little regard. She could even swallow his great knot, even when he was in his true gryphic shape... but this time, she took so much more than just his knot. It was his shoulders now, tucked into the tighter than tight confines of her jaws, and not just his shoulders but his folded wings too that grazed past her teeth. He kept them folded tight against his body, and despite all his trust his heart found itself shuddering. Fear... true and instinctual fear coursed through his blood, cold and powerful as her jaws twisted... how many times had he made the same motion to take her shoulders into the deepest depths of his beak? To stuff her down his throat... and now, she did it to him.

Elebris did not for a moment- no she could not for a moment - miss his racing heart, his breathless brace of his paws against her. She knew what his wings meant to him, what it was to clutch them tightly. Her powerful swallows, each with a compressive glrk of muscles against their tips that pulled them closer to his body was taken carefully. Though she could not keep all of the compressive pressure from her mate, she could distract him. With a single seductive stroke of her hand, she took hold of his paws, a single digit massaging into his palm pads and rubbing soothingly into him. She held his hand as she swallowed again. Then, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, she slipped her meal's hands to her breasts. Her milk-makers were firm to the touch, but her goal was at their center. His hands found themselves pressed to the diamond-hard nipples to feel at her arousal, to feel the shape of her voluptuous sexy form to remind exactly where he was going - and who was swallowing him.

It worked. As though roused from his stupor, his pushing became groping. His hands found her breasts and worked a first little knead into the scaly flesh. His deep and panicked breaths slowed into a heady and thick purr into her throat. Surrounded by swallowing heat, engulfed by more and more flesh, he closed his eyes and rolls his hips against her. Even as her throat begins to tug his knot back against her entrance and her body begs to pull him out of his beloved's sexual embrace and into her ravenous hold instead, that it was her allowed him to relax and close his fear into a little box. She took her time and savored every moment, and though he could hear the grate of fear's claws as though irrepressible she guided him away from its sound. Memory of an almost forgotten time, when he had first told her she could.... when he had given her the permission to satisfy herself like this was held to her breast, when he had asked her to be gentle. Gentle was all she was. Though the powerful, kneading _glk-ulks_continued to pull him deeper, her tail's coils squeezed a wordless loving massage into his silky legs. At last, she could swallow no deeper. His knot strained, its thick flesh still locked them together, and it was her last and greatest obstacle.

For a moment, it seemed as though it would catch and keep them stuck fast together. Elebris knew just what to do. Her tail flexed, securely fastened itself about his legs, one large coil pressing against his wais as a hand joined in to pull in tandem with her tail. Within, her muscles shifted, curled inwards and pushed with a powerful stretching strength to loosen their hold - though her lower lips were familiar with swallowing much greater widths, it was always only with a good deal of effort. At last, one final rippling squeeze disgorged his knot. Plop! Lewd and impressive, the sound dribbled with their fluids from her lips as his spire was pulled from its snug embrace, barbs and all. Her hand, the hand that kept his navel against the bed, trailed two fingers down to his shaft and pressed against the resurged arousal. Palmed in her hand, she swallowed again and resumed her meals path, her mate's path inwards, pulling him slowly but surely from between her legs and easing his passage with the strong rudder of her tail. Her tongue twisted through the feathers around his chest, over muscles hidden by feathers to enjoy the tactile sensation of his handsome form in a unique way that only a predator could.

The dragoness's netherlips still drooled, glowed a distinctly aroused pink as more beads of honey dribbled from deeper within her passage. A fiery and passionate arousal burned within, stoked with every swallow, leaving no question of what she had in mind with every one-way gulp. No return... her jaws clutched at his wings, pulled more of those delicate feathers inside, and inches became feet. Her tongue teased at his navel, tasting through the creamy colored fur of his tummy with every lick squishing around his chest and arms as it led to a powerful salivating swallow. Kiruan's fur was rich with his flavor, a spicy cinnamon with just a taste of his musky pheromones that always set her off in all the right ways. Even now, that scent that had so many times called her to service his sheath rang irresistible bells in her mind that coupled with her hungry desire to bring over her mind a ravenous urge to swallow him down. His small wriggles, his murmurs and muffled noises between complaint and content were both swallowed, lost behind her breasts and expanding rib cage, his impressive bulge relaying to the world that was her mirror the sheer size and scope of her meal. A lazy eye followed his progress as she felt deep down within his beak poke against the tight oculus that led to her stomach, a single powerful ring of muscle. His final portal. A gulp, the only gulp, a powerful glruk! Pulled him inside, spread and speared another of her entrances and pushed him over and through the final hump of his descent.

There was little in the way of fresh air waiting for him in the core of her gut, sweltering and hot, and less in the way of space. Retaining awareness was a battle in itself, and yet he held on. His swollen cock, his full knot remained at full mast, pulsing and bobbing against his belly and defying gravity as her maw yawned open to swallow his waist into his jaws. Elebris didn't miss his arousal, that solid barbed point a familiar friend against her tongue. But this time, her tongue squeezed it to his belly, her throat and jaws clicked wider to allow is impressive knot to slide over the thick flesh of that tasting muscle. Rather than ignore it, or let it slide ever deeper inwards, she began to spoil her mate. Skillful as a seductive snake, each twirl of her tongue would tighten and constrict around him. Her jaws lifted to give her more room to maneuver, but it took a hand to support his weight. Still, it was hard to do anything but wrap her tongue against it, push against its underside and caress over his length. Despite the danger, despite the acrid scent cloying against his beak and holding him tight, or perhaps because of his surroundings as his dragoness showed off her meal, he was interminably aroused.

Doing more than just teasing him was hard, but somehow she managed much more than just a simple lick. The dragoness's jaws sealed around his waist, her throat flexed and squeezed around him as Elle worked to hold him in place. Within her gullet, the tight walls would collapse inwards in ripple after ripple, much like the muscles in her pleasure passage endeavoring with an unarguable success to clutch him in place and prevent him from sliding off her tongue.... Just yet. There, with his rear end in her jaws, with his tail feathers sticking out of her muzzle like a prize turkey just waiting to meet the final swallow of a ravenous anaconda. She tortured him with pleasure. Her tongue wrapped around his half-formed knot, trying her best to pull his cock down against her tongue so she could work his arousal to its powerful peak like she had done so many times before with her powerfully skilled throat. This time, those practiced muscles were doing what they were meant to do, what her practice had conditioned her to do. Her throat pulsed, growling and grumbling almost as powerfully as her stomach as her hunger shone through, against his beak and face pressed into the clutching yearn of her stomach's embraced as it cried out to be filled.

Hunger rolled through her, deep and true, filled Elebris with an instinctual need to consume and devour her mate entirely. It was an urge she had not known and had not tended to for more years than she could count. Not since before she had known the e lands, from a time before she had known Kiruan and back to her betrothed before him... and then, it had always been the urge to feed, the knowledge that she would end as a meal. And she had, so many times, been little but food for her mate, only to at long last turn it the other way around. She could not help sneaking her hand down, away from his legs and between hers instead, to tease at her draconic snatch, pushing into the dripping flower. Each finger pressed inside, blossomed out and bloomed into more fiery arousal that became each following swallow around him. Her self control slipped, and her throat began to pull at him again, each pulse of her muscles flowing down over his ears, against his body.

Glck. Contracting around him her body advanced, squishing her stomach against his face. Glp, her heartbeat plays in his ears, shimmering and deep in its natural strength, above him now but seemingly right at hand. Its calming noise was a soothing drum that helped him relax into the embrace of his own arousal. _Ulk-slkGluk!_Radiant noise splattered out around him as her muscles clamped down with the final crescendo of her climax, arcing electricity from nerve to nerve all across her body. The rocket launched all at once, every muscle wracked with pleasure locked in against itself. White hot pleasure burned away everything else as her throat collapsed close, as her tongue pulled up between his legs and prodded his rump with its tip. His hips, tail feathers and all, are dragged down in that climactic swallow, swallowed and slurped up as though he had been but a mawful of noodles.

For him, it was a sudden and nerve-wracking drop down. Kiruan's heart fluttered powerfully, seemed to run directly into the wall of his chest as his head met the bottom of her stomach with a wet squish. Filled with a burst of adrenaline, teased with the feeling of her tongue flowing past and swirling around his knot brought him to another smaller climax. A rush of potent seed painted her throat, spluttered out only to be watered down by her soaking saliva and mat his feathery tummy. It only made hi stickier, in the slimy convulsing confines of her powerful throat. It rippled and pulled against him intensely, just a hint of his strawberry flavored cum reaching the back of her taste buds served to inspire her onwards all the more eagerly. Deep down within, the dragoness's belly grumbled, flexed, and pulled at him as though it could drag him into its grasp by its own strength alone. AS he had seen so many times first hand, when he fed her struggling meals it was entirely capable of doing so with only the help of the treacherous force of gravity.

Brilliant emerald green eyes gazed down at his paw. Elebris's muzzle was half in a grin as the bones clicked back together, as she sealed his jaws around his legs and trapped him in the one-way passage that was her esophagus. At last, all of her obstacles and all of her blockages were past and gone, and nothing would hinder her advance now. They had all been gulped down, pushed into her gullet and out against her scales in a beautifully fulfilling bulge until they were gone entirely. A few more swallows would clear the way and pull him entirely inside, she knew, and so she savored the feel of his thighs across her tongue. The smooth feathers, sleek and all too eager to be slicked down made the passage easier, only stimulated her flesh more with soft prickles of delicious flavor. Her tail kept his legs together, pulled up and fed them into her jaws with each resounding gulp until at last its tip bumped into her lips. With a sultry kiss, she unwound her tail tip from his ankles and lunged forward so his digitigrades feet would slip inside, punctuated by an unrestrained and delighting slurp.

It was almost over there. With one last swallow, he would be done with, but the dragoness had more in mind. With his paws in her jaws, she compressed her tongue against them, and seized her throat to take hold one last time to spoil her mate, Kiruan. A defiant and dominant lick curled around his digits, flowed over his warm pads and licked against them as he tried and failed to kick, as he flexed his feet as though trying to grab hold of one last hope even as she licked out against his soles and pressed into his flesh. Deep within, he could feel as her jaws teased closed, as the outside air slipped just out of reach of even his claws, cut off by her maw and hot saliva and surrounding him entirely with flesh. Still she teased him, with that torturous reminder of all the times she had shown her master how much she enjoyed servicing his paws. How many times had she pressed her face into his paws... Mhrr, he found the goop around his nose bubbling as he murmured unintentionally, muffled by the hot surroundings and lost in the slimes of her belly as it worked to knead his feathers and body into a curled position. Not one digit was left out of that torture, that torturous and intimate servicing of his paws, that act even as the rest of her body clutched, clasped, and held him one swallow away from being entirely consumed.

His Elebris dealt with him like any other meal. Her throat, her cushioning and tight passage backed by powerful muscles, all of it flexed and quivered one more time, and at last she stopped playing. Her draconic jaws yawned wide open with a dangerous creak, showing off his tangled feet in the mirror. She lunged. One motion, one predatory swoop, she used her entire body to swallow. Every ounce of her being went into that swallow, coursed and surged around him. Llk, glrrk-Skrck! All around him every surface compressed soft, tight flesh to him, and that last tang of the cool outside air was stolen away from him with the decisive snap of her closing jaws. Elle followed his bulge down with her eyes on the mirror, with her hand and a single loving digit pressing to the base of his paws as though to help her throat pull them down to her hungry belly and speed her gryphon's curl up entirely within. It was a well manicured claw that followed, danced between her breasts as her internal anatomy creaked and shifted back into place with soft little clicks each sealing a gate behind him and claiming every inch as one he'd never get back. At last, her hand came to her swollen belly, pressed against him as the bulging mass shifted. It was an incredible meal, and she had not used a single portal... how many nights had he trained her to take so much more than she thought she could? How many nights had she swallowed mawful after mawful of his seed until she was almost full to bursting? Now it all paid off in a way he had never suspected it would, it had all led to his utter consumption.

Fiery heat surrounded him as her stomach squeezed around him, each press churning around his feathers as her body took notice of more than just food in her belly. It began the long work of breaking him down. Her mate. Her dearest. Long forgotten pathways opened to join and meld his sequence with her own... all of this tingled across her mind, but it was lost on the gryphon curled up within the tummy. Kiruan pushed out, tried to stretch deep within her as struggled to find a way free... at least, at first. He squirmed, he fought against her indomitable muscles as they curled and closed in on him from all sides, as her body kept him caged in that destructive place. Diligent and thorough, each slimy wall coated him with enzymes, and yet he could feel a different rub. Faint, the caring and gentle rub of her hands against her swollen purple bulge, met with the calming coo of her voice muffled through layers and layers of flesh and scales to help bring him out of his panic. At last, he found himself in that struggling, and turned his pushing struggles into less plaintive rubbing paws against the walls of her belly in a much more willing massage. He was no skilled masseuse, no studier of biology or anatomy - no, his massage was aimless, and fraught with the distractions of anxiety and ever so close to struggling. Yet, his loving actions cold only bring a murrling purr to Elle's lips, a moan of delight.

_Grroooan._All around him, her belly began to heat up as it reacted to his presence. Steamy slime from every side, from each powerful wall was kneaded against him, shifted and pressed into him to soak into his feathers until it dribbled down to join his rump at the bottom of her belly. Between his squirming and her stomach's intent effort to keep her meal pressed and churned in as little space as possible he managed to get into a not-entirely uncomfortable fetal position. Still, the tight muscles and flesh around him, the secure layer of scales above sealing all light away made motion incredibly difficult. Push after press, her gut squeezed inwards, curled him tighter and tighter, but fortunately he had no need of motion. The time for his efforts was gone. This time, it was her turn to finish, her turn to guide them into the greatest climax of the night. Elebris's hungry draconic belly grumbled happily around him, all but forgotten of their dinner hours ago.

At least there were no physical traces of that meal in her gut. Only the acidic tang on the air around him... Outside, she fell onto the bed with a moan, flumping into the covers entirely stuffed. Not just with a satisfactory dinner, but a desert that had satisfied her in every possible way, she was flooded with pleasant endorphins. It caused a distinct pleasure to course through her, from nerve to nerve radiating from her belly as deep within he continued to rub against her as best he could between the steadying squeeze of her muscles. He was far from familiar with being swallowed. No, indeed, this was his first and only time to meet with a belly in this manner, in all his aspects. But fear... fear was kept at bay by trust. He knew his Elebris. Just where she liked to be pressed - up and against a bundle of nerves just along the top of her stomach, then back down again using his feet paws against the bottom of her stomach to tease at the sensitive muscles around her womb that soaked in the essence of his gryphic seed. Kiruan gave her his best, his all - always for her, to please and satisfy her. Entirely...

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In every moment, the overwhelming heat took its toll against the gryphon. Each wave of heat was a rub of her flesh, a possessive squeeze of hungry muscles kneading their drooling and dribbling digestive enzymes over him. Each rub, each squeezing knead worked it deeper into his form, massaged and soaked him in the seeping warmth. Grrrrmble, her belly announced happily, shifting against him as it fought to compress him down in against himself, in and around him from all angles. Overwhelming, steamy heat, more and more as her flowed around his form, worked to undermine his strength, to cook away the air that already waned. It was more than just her warmth he was feeling, he realized.

Slowly, the reality of the situation dawned on him. The warmth he felt under his feathers, working into him from every angle was more than just her heat. It was the work of her churning around him as her fluids settled under his feathers. Her strong heartbeat thrummed without cease, an ever present tune in the background as wave after wave of muscles impressed upon him is place now. There was nothing else to it. Kiruan had been eaten - swallowed whole and alive. He knew, as often as he had turned his beak upon her... that he was nothing but her food now. Elle lounged o the bed, breathing deeply as a soft bubbling gurgle grew from within her belly. Her hand rolled attention into her swollen purple scales, tracing over each bulging curve of her desert. She rumbled happily, content as her tired body groaned, powerful arousal teasing activity into her scales to agree with the sense of fulfillment flowing into her. Grrgle.

Tightness. All around him, it felt like the world was shrinking. But it wasn't - just her stomach's walls, pressing and churning around him, until the heat around him became a gentle tingle against the skin. At first it sparkled, almost as though his limbs had fallen asleep, but as each wave washed over him spurt after spurt of fluid, and there was nowhere to soak but deeper into his feathery fur it became an intense bath, each brush of her flesh working softening into hem. Each stroke worked to weaken him, and more, to digest him. From the outside his bulges showed where his form still pushed out strong: the occasional roll of a knee, the rise of a wing muted against her scales, and even as his beak nosed and searched fruitlessly for relief along her stomach's walls. Each gasping breath was won from his churning prison, fought against the burbling of her digestive acids. A burn grew in his lungs to match the tingle on his skin, but even more worrisome was that as her stomach clenched once more, ground against him, his feathers fell from her body, claimed with a squeezing roll of her gut as it compressed him inwards again.

Elebris had no say in the matter of her belly. Her affection, her care, and her gentleness were forgotten in that natural place, and the digestive gut had no regard for the fact that he had yet to fall into the black of slumber inside of her. Airless, dark red encroached around him as she pressed with both hands this time, as another tossing flex of her muscles slopped him about in the sweltering deeps. Each motion was as frighteningly fast as the next, as sure and unquestionable as his belly always was around her. How many times, in how many ways? Numbers had no meaning against that, but here... this was his first time, and each struggle of his paws against her stomach fought to cling to consciousness as he bathed in the core of her form. Bathed in the destructive bath as her stomach rubbed against him to break his down into what it was. Food for her, her meal... There was a reason he fought, he was sure of it. He knew if he could just remember why he fought, besides that it would bring his mate pleasure and deepen her climax....

The dragoness held it in her hand, his answer. A single amber crystal, glimmering an odd sparkle of its own in the dark room. Each struggle, each press of his paws rolling within her she could feel weakening. She can feel as her belly works him down, as her gut works weakness into him carelessly treating him like any other meat she might eat, to turn him from a proud gryphon into humble dragon food. Time was not a luxury she had to spare. Yet... she found her hand back on her mound, teasing fingers between her netherlips and stuffing her passage... his property, her master... she could simply leave him to digest. He would not and could not complain. No, he could not even escape. For all his strength and pride, there was no question now: Kiruan was hers. That thought only rose her libido higher, inspired her stomach to churn all the harder, each point of pleasure a sparkle in her scales as a lightning tingle into his reddening skin.

Moment after moment throbbed with her heart in her throat. His struggles, with one grand thrash, faded into a weak twitching... Deep within, he was succumbing. With no feathers to protect him, the bite of her digestive fluids was soaking tirelessly into his body. His formerly handsome and lithe form was melting beneath the magmatic fluid. The goo and juices washed against him, subsumed and claimed by her gut more and more. Nothing more than meat. Kiruan gasped, taking in deep breaths of the oxygen-free air, he was nothing more than food for her. His muscles were tired. They refused to heed his call as he tried again to press outwards, only accomplishing a sloppy slosh within the belly as it closed reflexively around him. How had he managed to curl up into such a small ball, he wondered? Kiruan found his mind wandering to odd thoughts, stolen away by the welcoming embrace of oxygen deprivation. In that haze, his dragoness relented. Elebris opened her jaws, and popped the marble inside. A single swallow sent it down her throat like a bite-sized candy.

The entrance to her stomach flexed against his back, his sensitive skin feeling the odd motion of the ring of muscles as they pulled the hard sphere against his neck. A massaging wave, and a relax of the muscles in preparation for their next powerful churn, let it roll down his side, and its feeling brought memory back to him. That solid thing... was what he was waiting for. A frenzy came upon him, and from the outside Elle found herself moaning loudly as the sloshing motion of her meal started rubbing around powerfully once more. This time not struggling to get out, but squirming, twisting, searching through the caustic fluids and thick slimes that almost completely submerged him. Pain, sparkling fain, and that too faded as her body began to claim him in full, but still he searched....

Elebris could feel it. When it came, a few moments after that great burst of energy, when her meal's energy slowed and slowed, and faded, it was crystal clear in the content grumbling gurgles. His body, his wings, all of him pressed out and tried to stretch her stomach out, to escape one last time that bubbling chamber. Relentless, her draconic belly never stopped, even against his pained groan muffled out against her stomach. The last of his air saved for that moment escaped from his maw into her acrid stomach. Finally, it all took its toll - at last, her wiggling, full bulge grew still. The soft bulges in her tummy, the rises of his awkward form were one by one claimed as its muscles squeezed, soft snaps_and _pops alighting as her stomach at last overcame her gigantic meal. She found herself repeating it in her mind. He... was her dinner. Her dessert. It rode in her mind, at the tip of a wave of passionate pleasure as her stomach flexed inwards, compressed and churned over the meat inside. With an almost pained trill, she climaxed again, bucked and arched her back as lights popped in her vision. Her hand pressed and burrowed into the tight pull of her pussy, fluttering her thumb against her clit and rolled in complete autopilot. Hers was a small and victorious roar, crying out in this moment. Her moment. He was hers. All hers...

A sleepy darkness overtook her, then. The culmination of all their intense activities, of his careful tending to her every want on this the day of her birth left her tired. She was exhausted. She was well fed. Her stomach grumbled happily, stirring its melting contents contently as it worked over her meal until it was simply nutrients. Nothing else... Sleep took her then, a deep rest to sleep off her meal, and as she always did she joined her gryphon in the dark realm between worlds... Curled up by his side, even if this time it was around him.