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Chapter 33

Each step up the staircase felt like a journey through worlds unseen, the air thickened with their passion—a delightful haze that filled each step with bliss. Olas stripped away Leon’s clothing with practiced ease, falling to the floor like offerings to the goddess of love herself. It was a delightful instinct they couldn’t ignore, trapped in each other’s embrace, a siren’s song holding them enthralled. The sounds of their fervor—ragged breaths, groans that echoed like distant thunder—resonated through the very halls, a divine statement of love.

The uncertainty that had always driven Leon faltered within these moments, shifting into something far more exhilarating and terrifying. The path on which he’d always resigned to himself, one in solitude and guarded restraint, was undone, shackles torn away. He wasn’t leading anymore. He was being led—not by Olas, but by the promise of what lay ahead, the whimsical future of just he and him. It wasn’t just lust. This was something raw, untamed, the sensation he’d been waiting for all his life.

Fingers and talons intermixed when not clutching feathers. A tether held them to this moment as their mouths met in fiery communion. Each kiss was an unspoken vow, each touch a revelation. They paused against railings and walls, gravity itself seeming to yield to the pull between them. Leon pressed into Olas with a force he didn’t know he possessed, grounding himself in the gryphon’s solid warmth.

Words slipped free, unbidden, honest in a way that frightened him. Each phrase, each gasp, was a piece of himself laid bare. For once, he wasn’t ashamed of his need, wasn’t afraid of what it might mean. It felt good. It felt right. The tightness of his trousers became a distant discomfort, eclipsed by the electric current racing through him with every inch of Olas he explored.

Though they had shared moments of intimacy before, this was unlike anything he had known. Every kiss, every touch ignited something dormant within him. Olas’ feathers beneath his fingers felt like silk woven with fire, his taste a heady mix of warmth and spice that defied words. Sweet trills escaped the gryphon’s throat, a sound that struck Leon’s very core, shaking loose emotions he had fought to suppress.

By the time they stumbled through the door to Olas’ quarters, their fervor had burned away every barrier. Whatever clothing remained between them was discarded in a flurry of movement. Now, standing on the precipice of something deeper either had dared to imagine, they were no longer two separate souls. They were one—unbound, unafraid, and ready to let the world fall away.

Leon’s hands rose as if compelled, gliding over Olas’ ears and tracing the elegant curve of his feathers. Every movement was deliberate, each touch drawn from the reservoir of his deepest desires. The gryphon’s talons followed suit, sharp enough to rend flesh but wielded with a precision that whispered of restraint. They teased along his sides, seeking not to harm but to strike at his vulnerabilities—those places where his defenses melted under the weight of Olas’ knowing touch. Each contact was a revelation, each shiver an unspoken truth. Olas knew him too well, and yet the challenge burned between them, like two warriors testing their strength on the field of passion.

Suddenly, the gryphon surged forward, pressing Leon back against the bed with a controlled force that left no room for doubt. The bed creaked beneath their weight, but the sound was lost in the storm of their shared need. Olas’ amber eyes burned, fierce and unwavering, locked onto Leon’s as their lips—no, their very beings—met. The dance of their tongues was more than a kiss; it was an exchange of truths too profound for words.

Fingers tangled in the gryphon’s feathers, clutching tightly as though they anchored him to reality. The world spun, narrowed, then exploded into a haze of sensation. Every movement, every brush of fur and feather against his skin, sent shivers racing down his spine. When Olas’ hips shifted, a deliberate roll it was clear the gryphon was teetering on the edge of restraint, hardly able to stop himself.

But then Olas retreated, the fire in his eyes tempered by something far more profound. Leaning close, he whispered, his voice rich with affection and laced with playful indulgence. “Oh, my darling Leon,” he murmured, words rolling off his tongue like a melody. “You are utterly divine, you know that? Every inch of you—so exquisite, so maddeningly irresistible. You drive me absolutely wild, my love,” Olas purred, his voice a low rumble that resonated through Leon’s chest. “The things you do to me… You have no idea, do you?” His talon shifted slightly, the sharp edge brushing against Leon’s skin, a tantalizing reminder of his control. “I could devour you whole—not that I’d ever let myself, of course. But, oh, the temptation…”

Leon arched against the bed, his hands gripping the sheets as though they could keep him tethered to the moment. “Olas…,” he murmured, his voice raw. “You’re the most beautiful creature in all the realms.”

Olas trilled softly, “Oh, my dearest, you flatter me so,” he said, tilting his head to meet Leon’s gaze, his expression warm and mischievous. “But if I’m the most beautiful creature in the realms, then you must be its greatest treasure—my treasure.” His beak brushed against Leon’s lips, a fleeting touch that left Leon yearning for more.

The gryphon’s wings shifted, spreading slightly as he continued his descent. The touch of his tongue moved lower, deliberate and reverent towards Leon’s waiting, throbbing stallion like member.

Rumbling in his throat, he gently planted his tongue along the length of his rock-hard dick until he reached the pulsating, blunted head. There he gave a mischievous glint in his eye before wrapping his wet, hot tongue around the flared head and giving it a soft, loving suck.

Leon trembled and gasped before the feathery lord slipped downwards, towards his balls. Part of him groaned in disappointment but he got over it quickly as the gryphon swallowed them, beginning to suck in long, deliberate groans.

There he remained, dutiful and attentive, thoroughly cleaning the ever-filled orbs, lapping the nutsack. It had the mercenary panting, whining in need as he could only squirm slightly within the gryphon’s powerful grip.

“P-please Olas.” He moaned, clenching his butt so hard that he almost rose from the bed, “I c-can’t take more.”

“Very well.” Olas murmured, giving a gryphon smile as Leon’s nuts popped free of his beak, dripping with saliva.

Rising like a ravenous beast, Olas slid his beak over the rock-hard equine length, straight down to the base in one solid motion. He gripped the gryphons head in desperation, as his cumvein was traced over with expert skill. His grunt brought a retreat, only for the gryphon to return, building up a teasing rhythm that drove him wild.

Wet, messy, Leon was groaning aloud as Olas trapped him in a prison of pleasure. He could only lay back and accept it, every nerve of his overwhelmed with bliss. Ever building was his climax, his blood aflame, heart pounding in his ear. What sounds soon came were weak, fighting off the inevitable end. Olas’ throat was too tight, gulping, squeezing, it was as if cum was what he needed to live.

“Oh…Fuck!” He gasped, trying to push himself up, but the gryphon held him down. “Graaaaah!”

His back arched as his climax struck, bringing him to new heights of ecstasy. His cock flared, but it was met with the skilled throat of its captor. Every wave of hot, sticky cum that raced up his length was swept away, swallowed down with loud, resonate gulps. Leon was grunting, trapped, draining his nuts into that perfect hole until he went dry.

Olas cooed, giving one last affectionate lick before pulling himself off his cock.

“Oohh.” Leon moaned, falling against the bed, then letting out a satisfied laugh, “Fuuuck.”

“Mmm.” Olas trilled, adjusting his hinds, his own, powerful equine cock erect and waiting, throbbing powerfully against the air as copious pre dripped upon the floor. It put Leon’s to shame, complete with a knot that would swell, locking him inside his mate. It had the mercenary blushing, waiting for when he knew he’d end up upon it. “You taste as delicious as you look my knight.”

“Olas.” He sighed weakly, holding his hand out to embrace the gryphon’s cheek. When his beak came, he didn’t deny him, pushing back into the kiss.

“That was quite the release. I hope you realize we’re not yet done.” Olas teased. With a graceful flick of his talons, the air around him shimmered faintly, a subtle ripple of arcane energy bending reality to his will. From his nightstand came a vial, floating to his hand. The potion seemed to glow faintly, its hue like a piece of the sky captured at twilight. Engraved on its surface was a small, intricate heart, its edges soft and rounded.

With a smooth, deliberate motion, he popped the stopper free, releasing a sweet, intoxicating aroma that seemed to whisper through the air. Tilting his head back, he raised the vial to his beak and drank deeply. His eyes fluttered closed, his feathers bristling as if every nerve had come alive under its effects. He exhaled deeply, the empty vial slipping from his grasp as a satisfied smile spread across his beak. “Something to set the stage my sweet, prepare the depths so to speak.”

“Of course, featherbutt.” Leon grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Like I’d let a night like this slip away without taking a shot at your sweet ass.”

Olas gestured to the nightstand and summoned another potion, this one shimmering with a soft, inviting purple hue. “For you, my dear,” he purred, holding the vial out to Leon. “A little something to help you keep up with me.”

He hesitated for just a moment, then lifted it to his lips and drank.

The potion was sweet, a heady mixture that exploded across his tongue like a rush of warm, flowing nectar. The flavor was intoxicating, filling his senses with a velvety warmth that seemed to seep into his very soul. It was not just a taste but an experience—one of forbidden sweetness and enticing heat.

Almost instantly, Leon felt a surge of vitality ripple through him, erasing the fatigue that had been clawing at his bones. It was replaced by an electrifying energy, a primal, raw hunger that only Olas could snuff out.

Tossing the vial aside, he tugged Olas close, his hands trembling through his warm feathers. "Damn, featherbutt," he murmured, "Think you’ve just found my new favorite trick."

Olas giggled, his eyes alight with mirth. "Oh, Leon," he teased, rolling onto his back and spreading his hind legs invitingly. "Come and get me then, love. I’m here and waiting." He curled a talon, his voice laced with a smoky promise. "Ravish me!”

Leon climbed on top of Olas, his hands clutching at the gryphon’s feathery chest. He held their bodies close, sharing a deep, lingering kiss. His heart raced with anticipation as he aligned his, drooling blunted head to Olas’ waiting star “Ready?” he whispered, meeting the beloved gaze of his gryph.

“Always.” He replied, his cock throbbing against Leon’s chest as the half-elf leaned forward, sharing a passionate kiss before pulling back. “Now stop your hesitating darling and take this gryphon for your own. Make me yours.”

One thrust of his hips and he was in, the lubrication of his shaft and the effects of Olas’ potion making entry no issue. He shivered, feeling the familiar warm, tight confines of the gryphons’ ass yielding to his demand. It was as though it was made for him, fitting like a glove. Olas’ anal muscles rippled around the first inches of his cock, as though his body were trying to suck him further in. He found the catbird’s prostate throbbing against his flesh, grinding on his vein inch after inch. Olas was moaning and gasping by the time he’d finally hilted in his ass.

“Leon.” Olas’ moaned softly, his eyes hooded as Leon began to saw his hips back, “That’s just…divine.”

He grinned, clutching feathers tight and slamming himself home into his waiting hole.

Arching his back, the lord howled his name, the thick smell of gryphon pre filling the air. Leon kept at that, knowing his weak spot, a few more thrust like that and he’d be draining his nuts.

Keeping a steady rhythm, the gryphon’s haunches were a perfect cushion for his hips to slam into. The bed shuttered under the force of his assault, creaking loudly with the tempo he set as he pounded its owners welcoming star. Sure enough within moments there came the break in the dam, Olas’ ass starting to squeeze and constrict, trying to milk him dry.

He thrust deeper, battering away at the pleasure bud of Olas’ deep within, feeling his orgasm coming long before it hit.

“Oh, my, Leon…I can’t…”

“Let it out, cum for me!”

The gryphon screeched as he released his load, thick and hot, splattering against the lord’s chest in copious amounts. He trembled and groaned, pawing at the air as he makes an utter mess of his feathers, one large pulse after the other. Leon gave a hearty laugh at such a sight, fighting the urge to take the flared, bloated head of his love and lap up the rest that lingered upon it.

Steeling himself he went harder on his ass while he was squirting, only easing up to give slow, deep strokes as the flood died down. He was grunting, Olas ass kept drawing him back with every thrust, practically sucking him in so that I can milk him in return. It was an easy thing to let him do, feeling him cumming around his dick had almost pushed hm to the edge. Leon’s breath was already coming in hot and ragged as he clutched the gryphon’s feathers tight.

Olas groaned, his ears splayed, “Keep going dearest…it’s so sensitive now…Gods above, I’m going to cum again if you don’t finish.”

Pride flared in his chest, “Come as much as you want.” Leon chortled, “My slutty little gryph.”

“Oh, I’m going to get you back for this.” Replied Olas, pressing his head into the sheets, “I’m going to fuck you twice as hard.”

Gritting his teeth, Leon picked up the pace, slapping his hips against Olas’ welcoming haunches until the tightness forming in his loins was too much to endure.

“Do it dearest.” Olas egged him on, pushing back against him, “Let us spill our seed together!”

Pushed over from the sounds of his lover, Leon hilted himself with a final thrust, letting it all burst out into the waiting gryphon’s ass. As he groaned and sighed, the gryphs muscles worked to wring all that cum.

Spent and still trembling from his climax, Leon slumped against Olas, grinding his hip against the gryphon’s soft rear. He nuzzled against the lord’s chest, feeling a rush of affection that left him dizzy.

Olas held him close, his feathers soft and trembling, a low, contented sigh escaping from his beak. “By the gods, you’re incredible,” he murmured, gently clutching at Leon’s shaft. “My mighty stallion.”

Leon chuckled, a lazy grin stretching across his face. “You’re not so bad yourself, my gryphon slut,” he teased.

Olas sighed, his ears splaying back as he tightened his hold around Leon. “I wish we could stay like this forever,” he admitted softly. “I ever do love the feeling of you atop me- “

Leon’s smile softened. “It’s comforting, isn’t it?”

“But alas, duty calls as it were.” Olas shifted, his gaze turning hungry, ears standing tall. A predatory look crossed his face, “You’ve set the bar ever high my little knight. I hope you’re ready to find yourself taken like you’ve never done before. When I’m through with you, you’ll be screaming my name to these halls, clutching ever so tightly me that I might wonder if you wish for my eggs.” Olas chuckled, running a talon underneath his chin as Leon didn’t shy away, “Then spread you open with my knot, forcing you to take every bit of my seed. How does that sound?”

“Trying to scare me with a good time?” He countered, giving the gryph a kiss, “I want to feel like your hen.”

Crown feathers rose, the gryphons cock flexed, “Oh my…you’re in for it now dearest.”

“But first.” Leon departed, falling back towards the gryphon’s towering member, the spice laden smell catching his attention, it made his knees tremble with desire. It’s black head, bumpy and animalistic, pulsed, a dollop of pre sliding down its surface.

“Yessss.” Olas sighed as his lips contacted the underside of his swollen, veiny shaft, stroking against his intimidating cumvein. “Good hen. If that’s what you wish, feel free to worship me, make it sloppy and wet.”

Slowly worshiping that fat cockhead with his tongue. He traced a trail all around the tip, flicking it across his cumslit and getting a taste of hot, salty precum for his efforts. That was all the motivation he needed to go deeper, creaking his jaw and going for more, but it wasn’t painful, in fact, he noticed was able to take more of the gryphon’s cock then he should yet was feeling no discomfort.

“Such a feisty thing.” Grunted the gryphon above, his voice coming in pleasurable waves. “Good thing you had that potion dearest…go deeper.”

Of course, that potion was more than endurance, it most likely enchant parts of him to be more welcoming for such an imposing organ pulverizing the back of his throat. He plunged himself deeper, opening himself up for that thick, pulsating length. Pride flickered in his chest as Olas gave pleasured moans with each bob of his head, letting the back of his throat get romantically acquainted with his cock. Ever spurt of pre that stuck to his esophagus and rolled down was all the encouragement he needed.

“Just…a bit more…Gods…” Olas sighed, gently rolling his hips, tail fluttering between Leon’s thighs.

Without another thought he went further, already knowing he wouldn’t have a gag reflex. He worked his way diligently down to the base of his veiny horse cock, pressing his lips tight against the thick knot that rested their, taking in his musky feral scent. It didn’t take long, with a groan of ecstasy, Olas came, his throbbing cock pulsating between his lips as hot cum shot down his throat.

He sucked and swallowed, groping and massaging his balls, trying to convince them to yield every delicious drop. Rope after rope painted his stomach, until it felt like he was drinking down a hot sticky river.

When he pulled back, serenaded by an affectionate coo, he couldn’t help but burp, tasting the lord’s cum upon his tongue. He chuckled, eyes half-lidded and gazing lovingly to the amused gryphon’s smirk.

“You’re aware you’re going to be swallowing down my cum each morning.”

“Good, who needs breakfast.” He snarked, patting his ever-warming belly.

“So, the question is…how do you continue.” Olas purred, gesturing to the equine cock pulsating back to life. “How do you wish to face your inevitable knotting? I don’t mind pounding you into the sheet-oh fuck…Leon.”

How the domineering gryphon shifted to one of affection made him smirk. All it took was shifting atop him, grabbing hold of that insatiable spire. Olas helped guide him back, until the head of his equine cock is sliding between his ass. With every thrust upward he could feel the gryphon’s knot slapping him in the pelvis and feel the tickle of his balls against his flesh on every drawback.

Staring into the gryphon’s gaze, he couldn’t deny the fire in his soul anymore. Leon placed his hands on his chest and with a grunt, sat upright, reaching back and fishing for his throbbing shaft so he could guide it into himself. He groaned when he finally met that blunted head and felt it stretch open his waiting hole.

Olas chuckled beneath him, no doubt loving how riled up it made him.

Soon as Leon squatted himself backwards to take him deeper, Olas chose now to act, thrusting upwards. Suddenly the mercenary’s ass was filled with far more cock, spread wider than he was prepared to take. It may have been three or four inches, and he wanted that cock inside him, but still, it was a hard reminder of just how much more he needed to take.

He sank down with a guttural groan, then paused, before going further, then stopped, getting fuller with each repetition. Olas’ hands were at his hips, only helping him move when he did.

When he was finally brought down to Olas’ crotch, the gryphon thrust up, sinking more of his cock into his welcoming ass. Leon groaned in delight; his body being split apart by this mighty shaft. It was almost like he wasn’t fucking him, but more that the gryphon was using him.

From there the pace increased, Leon using his leverage to bounce upon the gryphon’s pulsating meat. Every rise and fall Olas helped along, thrusting up with his mighty hips. The gryphon’s breaths began to get more ragged, his body more tense. Eventually the mercenary was pressed up against his knot, as it battered against his hole for entry. Like all the times before, it wasn’t a question if he was going to take it, it was that he was going to be how long it was going inside until he was finished cumming.

Leaning forward, Leon rested his head against the gryphon, focusing on the sound and rhythm of their passion. Whenever he pulled out, it was almost like there was an emptiness, that he was incomplete with that thick equine meat within him. Olas was a breeding stud of no equal, that had the half-elf’s mind spin, he knew exactly where to touch, when to thrust, he was perfect.

Hard and hot, Olas’ knot pushed against Leon’s ass, reminding him that he had a time limit. The mercenary had been so dreamingly lost in the event that he’d nearly lost track of it all. He clenched his teeth and hissed, grabbing fistfuls of gryphon fur to stabilize himself and dropping his hips onto him as Olas rose his own, both working to make this happen.

One hump after the other, it went at Leon’s pace, but it when it happened, it came in inch by tantalizing, delicious, but difficult inch. He felt his hole open wide enough to accept the gryphon’s fat ball of flesh, and it be swallowed up by his insides, fitting like a glove. It was a relief he didn’t realize he needed until he finally got over the widest part.

There he sighed, resting his ass atop the gryphs furry, sloshing balls, feeling the fur tickle at his flesh as Olas ground his cock inside him, getting it nice and locked. Now that he was down to the hilt of his rock-hard shaft, there wasn’t much to do in the way of thrusting, but that didn’t stop him from trying anyway, trying to ensure as much seed as he could be released inside his him. Not that he had to worry, considering the density of his balls.

“Here…it…comes.” Olas grunted, his body clenching up and curling. His hands hold fast Leon’s waist, the talons digging into his flesh. What would come would be a load that would make any dragon envious.

Tossing back his head, his body trembling at being so filled. He felt Olas’ shaft swelling in size, feeling bloated knot and flare throb before hot cum blasted into his depths. The first spurt alone would put any man to shame. Pulse after pulse came after, with nowhere to go thanks to the thick knot and flare tying them so tightly.

With his body stretched wide, and his ass getting pounded so rigorously, stretched and filled, he couldn’t help but cum himself, releasing his cum to join the gryphons. He collapsed into Olas’ chest, clenching his insides around the gryphon’s rock hard stallion cock. Eyes clenched shut in submission, fingers holding fast the catbirds feathers as he convulsed in his grip, covering both their chests in cum. He was left seeing stars, serenaded by Olas’ delighted chirps at his efforts.

Olas let out a deep, contented sigh, his talons gently tracing along Leon’s back as his buried length pulsed ever gently. “You were magnificent, my love,” he purred, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “Truly, I don’t know how I deserved someone so incredible.”

Leon could only clench around the gryphon’s knot, he was going to be stuck here for a while. “That was… a lot,” he admitted, resting his hand on his slightly swollen belly. A faint grin played on his lips. “You’ve outdone yourself, featherhead.”

A rich, warm laugh rumbled through Olas’ chest. “I did warn you my beautiful stallion,” he teased, nuzzling Leon’s hair affectionately. “I do believe this ass is mine?” He gave a playful thrust up, forcing Leon to groan, holding him tight.

“Yes…fuck…gods.” Leon trembled, blushing as Olas cooed in delight, “It’s yours.”

“And always it shall be so.” The gryphon leaned forward, sharing a passionate kiss.

“You know, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow.” Leon chuckled weakly when they parted, caressing Olas’ face, “It’s only fair.”

“I look forward to it.”

He felt the gryphon throb his shaft, as if to make sure he was still stuck. “Great, now we’re stuck here for hours.”

“Could be worse,” Olas said with a lazy smile, his wings curling around them protectively. “I have you all to myself, warm and perfect right where you belong.”

Olas’ wings curled further around them, forming a soft cocoon that blocked out the chill of the room and the rest of the world. Leon melted into the embrace, his breath slowing as he nuzzled against the gryphon’s chest. The steady drumbeat of Olas’ heart filled his ears, each thrum echoing with a comforting rhythm that seemed to say, You are safe. You are loved.

“I don’t want this moment to end,” Leon murmured, his fingers brushing the smooth feathers along Olas’ side. His voice was soft, almost drowsy, as his exhaustion began to take hold. “This… you… it’s all I ever need.”

Leon’s hair was met with a tender gryphon kiss, his own voice carrying the warm timbre of contentment. “Then stay with me, always,” he whispered. “Right here, in my arms, where nothing can harm us.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty but full—a quiet harmony of shared warmth and love. Olas’ breathing slowed, matching Leon’s, their hearts beating together in unison.

Leon let out a soft sigh, his lids fluttering shut. The weight of Olas’ embrace and the steady rhythm beneath him were enough to draw him into the edges of sleep. “Love you,” he mumbled.

“And I you,” Olas whispered his chest rising and falling steadily beneath the half-elf. “Tomorrow, our life awaits.”

Drifting off first was Leon, his breath warm against Olas’ feathers. Soon after the lord went next, his wings shifting to hold the man just a little closer. The room grew quieter as if the world itself bowed in respect to the ordeals they’d endured, only to emerge together.