Through the Open Door
Story for Rothar
Swooping down upon the balcony of a seductive raptoress would be dangerous for anyone but a gryphon like Xavier. The wild ruffian has a way with words, or maybe just with his gaze that's quite convincing.
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The raptoress laid out her clothes for the next day with a slow sway of her tail. Even if she wasn’t especially concerned about modesty, accessorizing was key to making a pretty dino like her even more attractive. She had a whole assortment of necklaces and bands for her arms, legs, and even her tail, and she knew exactly which ones went together the best. All manner of people turned their heads when she walked down the street, and she liked to think it wasn’t just because she was a big, sharp-clawed dinosaur.
She let her jaw stretch into a broad yawn when she felt the breeze brushing over her exposed fluff. The air was getting cool, and the night wind drifting in through the open door that led to the balcony was almost too chilly for comfort. That was just going to make snuggling into bed all the more cozy when she got to it. As for leaving her doors unlocked all night, a raptoress like her wasn’t worried about an intruder scaling up the wall to invade her chambers. One look at that big dinosaur was sure to dissuade a burglar, even if she was soon making cute little trilling noises in her sleep.
The dinosaur’s fine home was on the edge of the city anyway, with a balcony towards an extended wooded area where the locals feared to tread. Sabryne wasn’t afraid of a few forest creatures. Even if a whole pack of rabid wolves came snarling and gnashing from the trees, they weren’t exactly known for their climbing skills. Tales of disappearances gave good reason not to wander too deeply, but she was far from the most dangerous parts of the uncharted world.
Yet for all her lack of concern, the thump that awoke Sabryne came from far too close by to be a neighbour. She felt the impact of something rattle her very bedroom. Shooting up from bat with a rattle of the jewelled collar of lace and gemstones around her neck. Climbers had been beneath her concern, but she had spared little thought for the voyeurs of the sky. A few mere birds spotting her in her underwear was hardly worth fussing about, but the weighty, prominent presence of a [i]gryphon[/i] was a different story. His silhouette was unmistakable.
He was impossibly perched on the edge of her balcony, blacker than the shadows, yet glinting pleasantly in the moonlight. Sabryne’s home was big enough to accommodate someone like her, but certainly not him. It felt as if the very building was tipping to one side as long as he was crouched there, clutching the railing with his talons, planting his feline paws on the edge. He was peering in at her. She saw the shine in his hybrid eyes, golden amidst the darkness, and even spotted a little curve of his beak. The expression on the half-corvid’s face was a sly and intelligent one, but the blatant display of a plump sheath atop a pair of equally heavy balls was hardly civilized.
“And just who might you be?” came her introduction as she leapt to her feet, talons clacking on the floor. Though she sounded calm, she couldn’t rule out the possibility of a threat from such a big visitor.
“You’ll have to forgive me.” The gryphon stepped down from the balcony and poked his shiny beak in through the open door. “I simply could not take this charming display as anything but an invitation. Such a sight you are, drawing my eye even from the skies. No matter how keen my sight may be, I felt the need to descend for a closer look. And if I may say so, you do seem to be dressed for guests.”
She felt his shameless gaze looking her up and down, taking in her every detail. It felt good to be inspected by such a regal, legendary thing like him, she had to admit. She watched his eyes as they moved. They glimmered with approval, the more of her he saw from up close. There was plenty of reason for him to be pleased, for him to softly croak like a common crow and lick along the edge of his beak. Sabryne didn’t go to bed in the nude. The raptor was all decorated in her finest lace lingerie, fitted just for a body like hers. The soft garments and garters helped to highlight her nimble form, and all the stripes upon her form. An amethyst gleam from the collar around her neck helped complete the seductive look, one somehow more suggestive than she might have looked standing completely bare before him.
The raptor gave a lightly embarrassed huff at the inspection. “I was simply allowing myself a little air at night. Never thought it might bring someone like you upon me.”
“If you can see the sky, the gryphons can see you. So they say. Someone must, at least.” He lightly chuckled, then bowed his head. “Yet if I am intruding, I will depart, content with all I have been lucky enough to take in.”
“Hmm.” She pondered out loud briefly, then raised a claw to stop him before he could spread those great wings of his once more. “I didn’t say that. You’re simply quite a surprise, is all.”
“I have been told this. Perhaps I ought to learn to make my rapid descents a little louder.” With a smile and a short bow, he leaned his head a little closer, voice deepening yet more. “Xavier Inkfeather, if you like.”
Sabryne took a moment to consider that name. She shook her head. “I feel as if I’ve heard of you before. Can’t place it though, sorry.”
“No apologies needed. I’d be quite surprised if you’ve heard of me. Though the cities contain such delights as you, I spend most of my days among the trees.”
A slow, deep breath, intended to be subtle, confirmed as much. Breathing him made the night feel a little less chilly. He had exactly the sort of scent to set off all manner of instincts - wild, earthy, forest and masculine strength all in one. A small flick of her tongue along her lips helped her clear her mind of it at least briefly.
“And yet here you are. A spy, perhaps? Come to report back to your flock?” She gave a gentle smile, just teasing.
Xavier considered, talon beneath his beak. “Hm. Perhaps. If so, I haven’t been doing a very good job. I don’t even know your name yet. Would you care to do me such an honour?"
Sabryne watched him carefully, still. His charms were either natural, or exactly the sort of thing meant to make her drop her guard. She knew they were working on her. It was hard to keep her rising interest from her body language when her tail loved to start swaying all on its own. Nor was he hiding his own lust for her, no matter how politely he spoke. It was obvious when his sheath, still fully on display, began to blatantly twitch and fill, slowly rolling back to offer the first glimpse of purple. With such arousal came all the more of his scent, smelling like a lustful romp through a rainy forest. A few breaths of him and she caught herself unconsciously licking her lips as if to take a taste of the pheromones in the air.
There was no keeping the swish still. He put a little wobble in her otherwise steady legs from his presence alone. Most of all, it made her notice just how comfortably those lacy panties wrapped around the curves and contours of her pussy, especially as she grew warmer with each moment. Any more sniffing him and she was going to make a mess of her finest lingerie with the juices started to flow, with the deeply rooted instinctual response running through her body. The craving she felt growing within her left her acquiescing to his request in a soft voice, trying to keep herself steady.
“Sabryne.”
The gryphon immediately gave a bright smile, as best his beak could manage. It was surprisingly effective.
“Ah! A name to fit your beauty. Well, Sabryne, am I to take flight and be banished from your realm, hoping to dream of you? Or might I duck my head inside to spy a little closer?”
Sabryne slowly nodded, cautious but warm all over. “You are shameless. But I have to admit I like that. Come in, Xavier.”
“Mm. The princess in her tower calls forth the beast of the woods on this fine moonlit night. An encounter worthy of songs.”
That was when Sabyrne finally relaxed a little, giving him a laugh. “I think you’ll find that I am no princess.”
“And I am no songbird. But perhaps you shall sing for me, tonight.”
He offered a wink, striding confidently over her carpets once he folded up his wings to fit through her door. His presence loomed massively over even her, leaving the room filled right out by his presence. Even with his light steps, she could feel his weight by the way the floor itself shifted and creaked. Sometimes she worried that the whole building might collapse under the burden of that great big bird. Such anxieties had a way of sinking away when he looped his bulk around her, gliding against her form in feline fashion, rubbing silky feathers and fur alike against her stripes.
Like the half-cat he was, he was leaving his scent on her. She felt it cling to her after a mere brush against his wild form. Everything else in her room was going to smell like him too, she realized. All the more so the more aroused she made him. He pressed against her until he could dip his beak down under her tail - which she lifted for him by instinct alone, letting it slowly twitch under his attention. He ran the smooth side of his beak along the underside of her tail until he could teasingly tap at her haunches. By then, there was a great, wet spot in her panties where they hugged her pussy the tightest, rendered nearly translucent by the arousal he inflicted upon her with his mere presence.
Sabryne’s first response when she felt him exploring her was to pull away, to twitch and hiss as if in surprise, even when it came as no surprise at all. It was surely impossible for a beast like him to resist her exposed sex, and all the pheromones she was putting off. The feathers of her crest said they were compatible enough. A few deep breaths on the gryphon’s behalf told him all he needed to know, and he didn’t hesitate to introduce her to his tongue even as she squirmed under his attention.
A gentle trill from her throat was full of approval. It sprang forth automatically when she felt the first lick across the damp surface of her panties. Her body knew what she wanted. Xavier gave a pleased little rumble, mostly feline in nature, nudging her pussy with his beak and pressing his tongue in a little deeper as if to penetrate her right through the fabric. A few more licks to lap up the juices that had accumulated in all that lace, and he curled his tongue to tug them down and get a taste for the real thing, and all the wet fluff glistening in the vicinity of Sabryne’s rising lust.
The long, wet drag he gave her every heated inch gave him enough of her flavour to bring out yet more of his scent. Sabryne sniffed the air, slowly at first, then more swiftly to fill herself up with the gryphon musk emanating from the massive animal she’d invited into her room. No matter how polite he may have acted, he had the presence of a beast, a creature of instinct expressed in that lustful aroma invading her senses. She got wetter for him. And she needed a taste for herself.
All she had to do was dip her head down beneath him so she could ease her face towards his unsheathing shaft. Simply inhaling the warm emanating off of it was enough to set her blushing, as best a raptor could. His sheath steamed in the cool night air. She could see his balls flexing and wobbling with every aroused twitching running through his emerging cock. Drawing the deepest breath she could packed her senses and her mind with such potent, masculine catbird pheromones that she found herself quickly transformed from casually wet to an aching, huffing, writhing raptoress, slowly rocking her haunches up and down in the anticipation of him [i]taking[/i] her.
A soft growl along with a playful caw was all he needed to say. They were beyond communicating like civilized people by then. With a shift of his weight, he showed her how it worked in the forest. He was the bigger beast, and he swiftly moved behind her so he could overtake her body with his bulk and mount her from behind. As big of a dinosaur as she was, there was still the question of whether she could even accommodate him, especially when that thick, violet shaft kept filling out, bulging its veiny details, its surprisingly soft feline nubs, and even a plump knot at the base. There was so much to stimulate her with when he rubbed that hybrid shaft over her backside a few times, glazing its surface in her juices, letting it shine all the more brightly in the moonlight before he pushed it home.
A sharp cry, a chirp of sorts from the raptor eventually melted into a more regular moan. With the doors open, she was going to let the whole neighbourhood know exactly how she felt. That didn’t stop her from moaning for him, from bucking and grinding back into his cock the more he slipped and slopped against her pussy lips, slowly spreading her out. All the movement wasn’t making his job any easier, but he found his place nonetheless with enough grinding. Penetrating her, spreading her out, stretching her in an instant with a belly-bulging outline of an ultra-stimulating gryphon dick, he ran his talons up and down her chest and lightly gripped her, holding her in place, allowing her to adjust.
“How does that feel, Sabryne?”
Hearing him speak again was almost startling. She’d nearly forgotten he could. Responding to him with words hardly felt necessary. Instead, she lifted her tail high to caress his underside with it, gave a long, pleased [i]chrrrrrrr[/i], and slowly began grinding on as much of his cock as she could get. With a gentle chuckle, he eased a little more into her, stimulating her with his throbs alone. That was a good answer. As much as he was treating her with care, she could feel his muscles tensing, could feel the momentum building even in those tiny motions of his hips. She knew she was in for a wild night, and she welcomed every second of it, no matter how exhausted she was going to be the next day.
His first thrust took her right off her feet for a moment. Sabryne found herself flailing about, writhing as she dangled from his half-inserted shaft, trying to find her footing and her balance just so she could deal with all that pleasure a little better. Scraping her claws on the floor when she could touch it once more, she arched her back and tightened around him just to feel all his stimulating textures that much more intimately, grinding, pumping, daring him to take her harder. She was convinced she could handle anything he threw at her, and maybe she was even right.
Working up the friction between them with heavier, deeper motions of his feline half, curled into a half-squat behind her, he eventually gave her the first taste of the [i]plaps[/i] his big fat balls were capable of giving. They solidly spanked the back of her strong thighs with his motions, grinding in between each heavy thrust. His pace increased smoothly, thumping her deeply, filling her up and stretching her out all the more each time he stroked her on the inside. Sabryne could already feel her body resonating not just with the basic pleasure of being penetrated, by the deep, feral instinct of getting [i]taken[/i] by someone so massive, so powerful, so purely primal in his need for her. It scratched an itch she hardly even knew she had, and it was worth screeching to the world about.
Rutting, flexing his haunches, driving down beneath that irresistibly lifted tail, Xavier was at home doing what he did best. Maybe better than anyone. He fucked with that level of confidence at least. His strokes were long, flexing his spine with the heavy lunges and thrusts required to make the absolute most of such a divinely tempting raptor pussy. Every slick slide in and out sounded every bit as wetly salacious as their mating deserved, and each stern [i]thud[/i] of knot against her folds, or plap of balls against her backside added percussion to their sloppy song.
Sabryne made such pleasant noises for him. They would have been intimidating for anyone else hearing them, but Xavier took her various trills, chirrs, and hisses as nothing but total approval, and he was right. He contributed right back with his eclectic mix of crow croaks and feline growls, surrounding the raptoress with a rumbling wall of gryphon sounds to vibrate and stimulate her body further. She was already writhing in his talons, so he just had to clutch her all the tighter and pull her against his chest, overtaking her like a blanket, pinning her to the floor beneath his feathery fluff and muscular bulk.
That was the perfect position to rut her like a sleeve, like she was nothing more than a breeding mount in a stable, to be used to milk his precious seed. He was slamming her with his nuts at that point. The increase in pace progressed so smoothly that she almost didn’t notice, until it was utterly devastating even to her sturdy body. She wasn’t just moaning for him, she was drooling, her tongue flopping from her mouth to touch the floor, her eyes rolling back as she endured the unrelenting plow of gryphon cock into her tender pussy. With his fat knot spanking her every single time, she couldn’t endure much more before she started leaking, she started clenching, she started tensing up ready to gush for him in something that felt like so much more than orgasm.
All she needed to hit that peak was the warmth of his seed inside of her. He only briefly broke his pace to brace himself for a solid slam to her backside. Sabryne was amazed just how smoothly his knot fit inside of her, and she expressed such awe as loudly as she could. Such a roar she gave, one peppered by the deep caws that came from the gryphon in the throes of pleasure. She felt each one rolling through her as much as she felt the eruption of cum flooding her to the brim. Clamping down tight on his dick just to make it bulge and tremble all the harder within her ensured she got as much of his gryphon spunk as possible.
Rolling, grinding, sometimes even shaking together in a shared orgasm that took mutual control of their bodies, they filled the room and the streets beyond with their sounds and painted the walls with their scents. The mess remained relatively contained at first, until enough squirming on Sabryne’s part allowed her to partly dislodge that knot inside her. Even still half-tied, the result was an enormous splash of fluids squirting off to hit a nearby window, completely clouding it over with the sheer volume of gryph jizz. There was going to be so much to clean up when they were done. That arousing aroma wasn’t going to wash away easily. She wasn’t even going to be able to sleep there without thinking of him, and she wasn’t sure she minded that.
Xavier showed her exactly what was going to happen next by settling down over her, blanketing her all the more his bulk. Though she could feel his musculature beneath the fluff, he remained ever so comfortable to snuggle with. She couldn’t help a little wiggle against his chest just to get extra cozy. He held her there, slowly pulling out of her, inch by suckling, squelching inch. Each little tug made yet more cream squirt from her sex. She grimaced at the mess pooling around them, and soaking into her fur, or her outfit, clinging to her all over. Yet to be so effectively marked by that handsome beast wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, she had to admit.
If there was more of his scent and taste to have, she had to take it. Sabryne wasn’t about to let an orgasm like that subdue her completely. Curling herself around once he was fully out of her, she whipped her tail to the side for more momentum just so she could dive down and put her face in his balls. His cum trickled down over the surface of that massive pair, just to make them all the more attractive for slurping. Xavier let her lick for a time, lapping up and down their surface until she had a mouthful to swallow, and then he took matters into his own talons.
Sabryne found herself far more immersed in his nuts than she intended when he leaned forth and smothered her there, holding the back of her head with his bird foot. He kept her there, pushing firmly, even when she tugged back a little. It was a lot of trust he was putting in her not to nip or scratch, and yet Sabryne just couldn’t bring herself to consider anything of the sort. It felt far too good to get pressed right to the centre of those silky balls, to nuzzle up against them and sniff them for all of the musk she could possibly inhale, as if to mark herself inside and out alike. She wasn’t going to clear him from his senses anytime soon, especially when he got even greedier about it.
Wherever he pushed her, she found herself following along, quietly eager to see what he had in mind. All her other suitors were so timid with her, and for good reason of course. Xavier meanwhile didn’t hesitate to lift himself up, and thump right back down with his balls on the back of her head. He slipped and rubbed all over her, grinding firmly, panting her down with his lingering scent. His weight was enough to make her legs buckle. It didn’t take long for her to go down, flattened beneath the big gryphon, pinned by his haunches until he was laying on her. The steady rise and fall of his hips to hump her was sheerly dominating. She found herself covering her mouth just to keep from letting out a whimper - a pleased one, at that.
With his weight still firmly upon her, he reached down to curl a talon under her collar. She tensed up, ready to make a fuss if he severed that delicate garment. It made for such a perfect accessory tying the whole outfit together. Xavier demonstrated surprising restraint, carefully sliding it up and over her head without causing it any harm, leaving it to faintly clink along the way. He left it dangling there from a thick talon, bringing it closer to his face.
“What a pretty accessory. The colour matches you well. If not your scales, then your spirit..”
Sabryne tipped her head at him, tapping her tail against his flank. Such a comment was a good way of reminding her he was half corvid.
“I thought it might catch your eye,” she said, with a flirty hiss. “It is rather shiny, after all.”
He warmly chuckled. “Merely admiring. I have no intention of taking a trophy. Unless you were to give me permission, of course.”
She couldn’t even see him, but she could feel the smirk on his beak, beaming down at her. It was in his gaze, and in the possessive roll of his hips, humping her, pinning her, dominating her with his sheer size at the very least. Yet it wasn’t mere heft that made her submit to him. Being handled that way was such a rare pleasure that she went along with whatever he did to her, even when it meant pushing her down into an even more commanding pin.
The floor creaked beneath his weight when he settled into a spot just above the base of her tail, bouncing on her, giving her solid teabagging with the mighty weight of his sack. Eventually, she gave a light hiss. It might have sounded disapproving, but mostly it was her feeling embarrassed over her own enjoyment of such shameless treatment. The only moment of reprieve he gave her was to rise up and nudge her side firmly enough that she rolled over for him with the kind of immediate obedience that surprised even her. Sabyrne found herself blinking at the whole situation, before she was completely blacked out by the gryphon casually making a seat out of her.
The approach was casual, but the consequences were anything but. Xavier gave a steady rumble as he settled his haunches heavily on the raptor’s face, wedging her right into the spot beneath his tail. Sabryne huffed pure musk with her gasp of surprise, and she didn’t hesitate to go for more. She was sniffing him from tailbase to balls while he took to grinding on her. The floor wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world to be squished against by that fine, smooth feline rump, but the raptoress offered no complaint. It didn’t take her long to get her talons wrapped around his hips as best she could, clutching and bringing herself all the closer to bathe in his domineering, masculine warmth.
“Don’t be afraid to use some tongue. A secret favourite thing of mine, I must admit.” Xavier’s voice was resonant through his whole body, as were his more feline rumbles.
Sabryne was not exactly the sort of lady known for readily licking musky holes like that. She took a moment to wonder if her reputation may be tarnished if caught in such an act - weighing it against the sheer temptation of indulging him and debasing herself just a little in the process. Maybe that was exactly the appeal for her. Pressing her snout under that raised tail of his was simply too forbidden to resist for any longer. She was going to show him what sort of lady she really was.
If anything, it was a good opportunity to make him moan instead. It was her turn to dole out the pleasure after all. Pressing her snout in against a dark ring, breathing deep, she parted her lips and gave at first a modest drag of her tongue. A few more smooth licks got it nice and shiny when she started salivating for him. His heated presence and essence remained intoxicating, all the more so when she took to steadily slurping up and down, pressing slowly inwards just to provide that big half-bird as much stimulation as she could.
She soon got her wish when he moaned for her, as deep and breathy as the words of approval that followed. “Ohhh, yes. Just like that. I hardly expected you to be so eager, but it’s not an unwelcome surprise.”
He soon matched her enthusiasm with the motions of his hips, grinding back into her tongue until she’d deeply penetrated him with it. Feeling the gryphon flex on her like that put a little smirk on the raptor’s face. Finally, she’d taken a little of the power back, making him groan and croak like that with her tongue alone. He was still fully sitting on her face the entire time, pinning her firmly to the floor, but it was a start. There didn’t appear to be any limit to how deeply he could take her, either. The more he moved, the more tightly her snout pressed up against his rim, until that too began to spread and stretch around her entire face at once.
Sabryne never expected to end up outright inside of him. She felt the first [i]clench[/i] of his muscles squeezing down on her, firmly enough that it made her forget all about licking for a time. He wasn’t letting her go. That grip was strong enough, combined with his weight, that she couldn’t pull back when she tried. He rode her like a toy, making a dildo out of her whole snout, and took her a little deeper with each bounce. Eventually, he didn’t have to move to keep squeezing her in, overtaking her head with the pleasured flexes alone. That was when it was time to voice a complaint, with enough enthusiasm to make up for how muffled it was with her lips all but sealed together and her tongue stuck outstretched inside him.
She cried out, or attempted to. “Hmmmm[i]hmmmmf!”[/i]
“Indeed.” He swayed his tail a few times, which she felt in the flexing of his inner muscles. “Just a little deeper, now. I know you can handle it. You were ever so taken with my rump from the first lick after all.”
Rather than give her any sort of respite, Xavier doubled down in his efforts to take her inside. The steady crackling sound around her head left Sabryne stunned, overwhelmed by the stimulating experience as he worked down her neck as if applying a tight collar. She didn’t choke, but she certainly gasped, especially when he proved so very resilient to her squirming. Only when he overtook her shoulders and began to work down her arms did she allow reality to strike her. He was going so very far beyond using her as a toy, consuming her inch by inch, inner tunnel trembling with the contractions of pleasure as her fine fur brushed along all his most sensitive places.
It was time to put up a fight, at the very least. She started kicking her legs but they were only slicing through the air. She couldn’t seem to make contact with anything other than the floor. Scraping and scrambling, trying her very best to pull back from under the gryphon’s tail, she only found herself all the more engulfed by those panther haunches. All the movement just seemed to make him squeeze on her harder, sometimes so harshly it left her legs and tail stiff, subdued, overpowered by the sheer force working to knead and clench her body away. Xavier gave the occasional grunt of pleasure, or a caw, but his voice otherwise remained steady as he teased his half-taken prey.
“You’re free to struggle as much as you like, though you must admit it’s rather token by this point. We both know you’re far too intoxicated with me to do much more than wiggle. On the other talon, it [i]does[/i] make this feel all the better. You truly are an exquisite thing to stuff away like this.”
Such a gentleman he’d been, at least for a beast of the forest. Sabryne could hardly believe what he was doing to her. Such a musky, humid, humiliating treatment for one as elegant as her! The sheer outrage of it all encouraged her to keep struggling, but she found herself hitting a wall of exhaustion. He’d already fucked so much energy out of her. She hardly had enough left to fight for her life, even if it meant disappearing into that taut hole a little more with each moment.
Consuming a beauty like her was exactly the sort of thing worth admiring. All Xavier had to do was roll over a little, and he could make use of Sabyrne’s mirror for the express purpose of watching her disappear. That gorgeous prize of a raptoress, practically a princess, and there she was getting stuffed deeply up a gryphon’s sleek, musky ass. Simply watching her stripes vanishing inside of him was the kind of thing that got him twitching, that got him flexing down on her all the more forcefully with the rising pleasure pumping through his body. Such a humiliating way to go, and he loved doing it to such beautiful women, of every species he could find.
When he couldn’t see enough from his viewpoint, he took to fondly watching the reflection of his rear on a nearby mirror on the wall. That gave him a good look at those thick raptor thighs, still wrapped in the white lingerie stockings, madly scrambling on their way inside him. A sudden pop announced the snap of the garters under the stress as Xavier’s hole started to engulf it. With that, the stocking ended up getting slowly peeled from her long, scrambling leg once it caught on the edge of his flexing hole. It got dragged down her thigh and eventually over her claws while he clenched her away, stripping her leg down to bare feather-fluff. A little sway of his hips let him discard the garment on the floor just as the last of her legs vanished into his backside, to leave her just a flailing tail beneath his own. When there was only a little raptor left outside him, that stocking fluttered away to flop down on the floor.
He wasn’t about to simply neglect the fine piece of clothing. Turning himself on his side, and reaching out, he snatched it up off of the ground and brought it up to his face, giving it a deep sniff. The pleasant perfume-rich smell of its owner, who was currently writhing through his intestines, was still potent. He could fix that, by pulling that smooth stocking over his cock like a sleeve with his avian toes. Jerking off with it was exactly the sort of thing to get him pumping harder, faster, hotter, bathing her in concentrated gryphon musk as much as just pure heat. She sweltered deeper into him, her squirms suppressed by the sheer squeezing all around her body, by his rising pleasure making every muscle that much tighter. He kept himself on the edge for the moment, stiff, wet leaving her stocking to soak up all the juices dripping from the tapered tip of his shaft, permanently marked.
When she was little more than a feathered tail tip sticking out of his rear, Xavier rose back up to all fours, filling the room with his size, stretching out like a cat. It only took a few more determined clenches to fully pack her away inside of him. Though it was a difference of inches, Sabryne felt instantly warmer as soon as that rim sealed behind the last of her, fully trapping her within the body of the gryphon as simply a bulge in his lower belly. At the very least, she wasn’t about to be an inactive one. Even if it meant the walls around her closed in all the tighter, the raptoress showed her stretch, kicking and struggling all she possibly could.
A little more room to maneuver, and she probably could have done him some harm, or at least made the whole thing uncomfortable for him. Instead, she found herself greeted by the smack of his cock against his underside just to make it abundantly clear how much he was enjoying consuming her. His muscles kept working over her, seemingly on automatic, squeezing tight with every belly-slapping throb. She vanished all the deeper, until the heat was enough to leave her stifled, dizzy, disoriented throughout her unthinkable passage towards his stomach from the back. By the distant gurgles, she knew what he had in mind for her.
“Ohh, Sabryne. Your vigour is inspiring,” he said, prodding at her silhouette with a talon when she wouldn’t give up struggling. “There’s no sense making yourself sore for what’s to come. Close your eyes and enjoy the trip through my intestines as best you can. Alas, you won’t get a chance to appreciate the second journey.”
He stood for some time, slowly swaying his haunches, sometimes giving a sharp thrust forth to hump at the sagging shape of his catch. For as well as he’d flooded the room in his potently scented seed, he was still leaking yet more over his fur and feathers, spurting from that purple shaft while he rubbed on himself. In the process, he flexed on her with his rising lust, squeezing out the last of her air with a flutter of her floating feathers, stripped from her crest and left to decorate the floor of her bedroom. That only made everything tighter for her.
When the raptoress was in deep enough that she could hardly move, he went striding over to her bed to stretch himself across its entire length. He was too big for it, and too heavy too, bringing it down to the floor under their combined weight. That didn’t seem to phase him. The gryphon soon settled down on his side, stretched out as if to give a potential onlooker a good look at his bulging gut. Of course, no one would have dared disturb a raptoress while she was supposedly sleeping, even if she did end up late for her obligations the next day.
It was hard to say if she’d last that long. The muscles working her over had her properly bulging his stomach in less time than even seemed possible. Sabryne wound herself through what felt like miles of those tubes, only to stretch his gut with her weakened shape at last. Xavier ran his scaled front foot over the outline of her curled up form. She still moved, still writhed with signs of life, but she was hardly giving a fight worthy of a dinosaur like her. Even she wasn’t immune to exhaustion, and the steady kneading over her muscles left her feeling nearly paralyzed. Not even the rising gurgles all around her could stir up much activity on her part.
Minutes rolled by one after another, with the gryphon merrily stroking her with his talons, or outright humping his own bulge. It was a casual thrust each time, not particularly rushing to any sort of finish. He simply reminded her with each thump that her active digestion was turning him on. He was twirling her collar on another of his talons when he heard, or at least felt a noise the raptor was making inside of him, a muffled squeak or whimper that sounded like a plea.
“What’s that? Oh, Sabyrne, there is no need to be frightened. I will guide you through every step of this process.” He lowered his voice a touch, so that she could feel it all the more where she was. “Do as you have done since you first laid eyes on me. Give yourself to my body and my appetites alike. Let me show you where you need to be.”
Such urging didn’t do much to keep her from fussing and crying out once his stomach really started making noise. There was a hiss that could have been hers, or could have just been the partly muffled sound of his digestives working over her body all the more aggressively. Xavier didn’t concern himself with the details. From his perspective, she was simply an attractive bulge to watch slowly succumb to his acids, to feel soften and shrink down under his touch until there was nothing left of the raptoress to recognize. He stroked her and himself alike once the steady groans grew to more aggressive [i]glurrrrns[/i], growling and thundering over her confined body, churning her down no matter how much she screeched.
Her muffled voice never quite grew to a scream, but there were plenty of whimpers, plenty of what he might have called pathetic if he was still in a teasing mood. Instead, he rolled over fully onto his back, fanning out his wings as far as they could go. They touched the walls on either side of the room before they were fully unfurled, but that was good enough. With his hind paws up in the air, he wrapped some scaled toes around his cock and slowly massaged himself to the pleasure of the raptor’s struggles slowly ceasing. She lasted far longer inside of him than any regular prey, even as she broke down into something softer and misshapen with each compressing squeeze of the stomach walls and each slosh of his powerful digestive fluids. Yet for all her resilience, she was still his meal, still digesting alive into gryphon pudge pound by pound, feather by feather. That was something worth getting off about.
He still had her stocking ready to use, and he loved how the soft silk felt against his cock. Once again, he shoved his shaft fully down the luxurious garment, letting it serve as his sleeve and soften the touch of his toes around his cock. He brought a feline paw up to his balls to give them a good kneading while he worked too, steadily massaging himself until he was making more and more of a mess. That stocking was soaked through in no time, long before he even finished, drenched to translucent by musky gryphon lust.
Steadily, smoothly rubbing himself, he let the combination of his pleasured croaks and the aggressive, sloshing, crushing cacophony from his stomach drown out all that remained of the raptor’s cries. There was no hissing but for the acids eating through the smoothing bulge of her body. He ran that shiny bird foot up and down his shaft with a steady [i]schlick[/i], smearing all the leaking juices up and down its length, edging, teasing himself. Sabryne shrank down by the minute, twitching, fading. He truly wasn’t sure if she was still alive or not after some half an hour jerking off to the feeling of digesting her into mush, but it hardly mattered any more. All his muscles going tight in the moment of climax was sure to finish her off either way.
With a heavy, deep caw that shook the very windows around him, the gryphon hit a second cumshot sure to irrevocably flood the room with his mark and his essence. That stocking didn’t stand a chance, leaking fully through in an instant. He spurted on the wall and the bed alike, letting plenty splash over his shrinking gut. There was still a bulge there, though it had smoothed and rounded throughout the time spent stewing inside him that it could hardly be called a raptor anymore. Sabryne was merely a lump of meat getting painted down in fresh, hot gryph spunk, and that was precisely where she was going to stay throughout the night.
Xavier wasn’t going anywhere in the trickling aftermath. The raptor’s ruined bed was comfortable enough to make his own, and he wiggled his haunches into it just to make sure the legs had completely collapsed underneath him. His belly still made plenty of noise as he closed his eyes and let his softening shaft flop down, splatting in the spunk clinging to him. The time for bathing in a good stream could come after he was done with her. Until then, he was going to make good use of the ruined raptoress and let her soothe him all throughout the night, churning, melting, absorbing into his body, passing into the same intestines that she’d squirmed right through on her way to his powerful stomach. She was going to pad his haunches so nicely, and add some extra heft to his nuts too if he had his way.
Slumber came to him with ease, aided by the digestive processes hard at work. He snoozed peacefully until the inner churning came to a peak and he hiccuped, then belched what remained of Sabryne’s skull onto his chest, with a handful of feathers slowly fluttering down in its wake. It was polished and picked clean, mostly intact if not perfectly hinged anymore. He made sure to catch it before it could clatter to the floor, reattaching the jawbone as best he could. That was going to make an excellent keepsake along with her cute collar. He set it aside to make sure he wouldn’t forget it for the morning flight.
After that brief interruption, the gryphon slept well past the first crow of the cock thanks to his majestic midnight meal. The sun was high in the air by the time he roused from his slumber, snoozing off all that raptor meat. When he opened his eyes at last, he was in no rush to rise either. He slowly looked down at himself, rubbing over his middle to feel how much softer she’d made him. There was no bulge left, replaced by a layer of softness thanks to the lengthy journey through his system Sabryne had taken over the course of the night. He’d crushed and pulverized what was left of her to make her belong to him, but there remained a sense of weight inside him that could only be relieved one way.
It was far from urgent. His body had a way of turning even the most heavy of indulgences into a comfortable, satisfying finish. When he rolled over to get to his feet, he found himself half-unsheathed, shaft swinging about with his every step. The sensation made him softly snort. He must have been having pleasant dreams of raptoress while he digested what was left of her. She truly was lovely, and he would have enjoyed mounting her again, but his appetite was simply too strong for such perfect things as her. It felt so good to ruin them.
That was precisely what she was once her journey came to a close: ruined, destroyed, and transformed beyond recognition into something much less desirable than she had been before. Xavier didn’t bother to abscond from Sabryne’s former dwelling before disposing of her. She wasn’t using that room anymore anyway. Nor was she going to need the bed he was soon squatting over. It provided him the privacy he preferred when he lowered down, lifted his tail in an arch, and began to flex the same muscles that had so skilfully consumed her in the first place. The raptoress had completed her journey, dragged in and then deftly squeezed out by the handsome hybrid as nothing more than a great, steaming mound of fresh, thick gryphon waste.
Xavier gave the occasional grunt or huff while he dumped the former raptor on her own silky sheets, not for any sort of strain or discomfort, but simply for the sensations of it all. She pushed out smoothly, comfortably, giving him the occasional tickle of flecked bone or partly intact feather from what had once been a majestic crest. Tatters and scraps of fabric with the occasional silver buckle or shiny jewel were the last remnants of her remaining outfit, utterly ruined by the trip. He continued pushing her out with all the dignity such an act could offer, standing tall with his ears brushing against the ceiling, flexing those powerful haunches to make sure he got every last piece of her, every last pound of that growing mess.
It took him several minutes of squeezing before he was completely done with her. Xavier glanced back, briefly. It was an impressive mound, for certain, dotted with little bits and pieces of the raptor’s former glory, but there was nothing else he particularly coveted as another trophy. He already had himself a fine haul in the form of that pretty collar, and that impressive skull. With a sigh, he straightened his back once more and retrieved his prizes, clutching them in his talons as he moved out to the balcony once more. There were plenty of eyes to spot his impressive bulk taking flight in the sunlight, but he paid little mind to the attention he diverted, spreading his wings to take off and return to the forest.
As he soared off, thicker and sleeker for Sabryne’s contributions, flapping just a little harder with the extra weight on his flanks and gut, he found himself scanning over the bustling streets below. There were plenty of potential morsels worthy of his attention, but none quite as tantalizing as the raptoress. She was a one-time treat, all used up in a single night of bliss. It was worth it for the memories, even if he’d feel her absence during future, less satisfying meals.
At least he had something to remember her by, to be stashed away in some private place in the expanse of nature that was his domain, piled up with the other skulls and trinkets, admired for their own sake. All those fine ladies, with their perfumed scents, fine groomed fur and hair, and their elegant clothing ended up the same. They always ended up falling for a half-wild gryphon like him. A proper mounting was ever so hard to resist. He was not the sort of beast to have any regrets about indulging his true nature, even when it meant leaving beauties like Sabryne slowly steaming and cooling on the very beds into which they invited him.