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What an exhausting day. Telkop was finally done his training, and they weren't lying when they said the final day was the hardest. After a month's worth of rigorous exercise, drills, and lessons about weapon use and safety, he was finally given just one day at home with his family before he was to be sent overseas to fight in the Northern War. He planned on using his time away from the military to the fullest extent.

Deep down inside, he hoped that the conflict resolved itself before he was ever sent out, a vain hope he'd harbored since the first day he got his notification that the nation was to go into armed conflict. As a reserve soldier, he could be called at any time, and now was that time.

As a resident of SoSemma, he was used to the silliness of the once-northern half of his country - NoSemma, which shared an island with the relatively neutral nation of Kaidu. For centuries, NoSemma and SoSemma were constantly bickering, threatening war, and trying for petty one-up-man-ship against one another. If not for the Sema Strait, the two nations would have come to world-ending blows literally decades ago. Had they shared a landmass, the results would be disastrous.

But that was fine, for the most part. After such an extended bout of pathetic threats and posturing, the citizens of both nations had kind of shrugged the ongoing conflict off their shoulders, figuring it was little more than a dick-waving contest and would never actually come to blows. Centuries of bickering with no fighting became more of a joke than an omen, which is why Telkop joined the reserves in the first place. College was expensive, and the reserves would help pay for it in exchange for a promise of his service while also offering him some good excuse for exercise and an outlet for camaraderie.

In his mind, there were no downfalls; that was, unless war broke out and he'd be summoned. That was exactly what happened when a merchant ship was gunned down by NoSemma shoremen due to it looking a bit too much like a military vessel getting too close to one of their forts. It's not hard to imagine how that situation spiraled out of control quite quickly.

Though he hoped the conflict resolved itself before his arrival at the shores of NoSemma, he was a wolf of honor and dignity, and would never dream of abandoning his post. He, like any other rational adult, wished for peace in all its forms and would prefer not to resort to violence to accomplish it. However, he also knew that sometimes force was necessary, and this was one of those cases. Started off peacefully enough with minimal need for soldiers, but quickly turned into an escalating conflict that drew the reserves right quickly.

Once the issue grew violent enough, he was one of the first reserves called, and he was happy to serve his country, even if he never let go of the hope that the conflict would resolve itself before his arrival.

Those thoughts kept stewing in his mind, over and over again as he was escorted back to his home via military APC. The driver was separated from him via a thick metal wall, but there was a bulletproof glass window that could be slid to the side for conversation.

"Don't forget, I'll be here at 0500 hours sharp, two days from now. That gives you the rest of today and tomorrow to be with your family." The driver, a blue and red lizard, explained. "Got any plans in that 30 hours?"

Telkop shook his head. "Nothing solid. Probably go for a walk with the pet, make a meal with the mate, cuddle a lot, watch some good old cinema. I don't know. Maybe I'll relax and just enjoy their company. We'll see what comes up." He was looking out the tiny, thick-polyglass window as his homestead poked out over one of the two hills that flanked the long driveway. He was home.

"Well, we're here soldier. May your day be filled with joy, because I worry your future might not be." The driver slowed the APC to a stop and pressed a button to unlock the sliding door. "Again, that's 0500 hours, two days from now."

Telkop nodded and pushed at the door with all his might, sliding it fully open. After hopping out to the ground, he grabbed his rucksack and slung it over his shoulder, offering the driver a subtle but polite salute before heading up the gravel driveway as the APC door closed and the driver revved it into high gear.

With the wolf on his own with nothing but the fields that were his yard beside him and his single-story ranch house in front of him, he took in a long, deep breath and started his way up the path, every step crunching the gravel beneath his boots. "I'm home." He said to himself with a smile, ear flicking backwards.

Once he got to his front door - a massive arched way to make room for his quadruped mate - he stopped before opening it in order to knock. He wanted to build the suspense a bit, so after rapping on the door, he heard the familiar chirp-squawking of his pet gryphon Ceylon as she barreled through the house to meet the guest, just like a dog barking. She kept chirping and tapping her beak to the other side of the door before Alisa showed up, calming her.

"Shush, shush. Down girl." Alisa commanded before opening the door to see Telkop, standing there with bag over his shoulder and a smile on her face. Alisa chirped a bit and was about to lean in for a hug when Ceylon leapt out from between her front legs to land square on Telkop's chest, licking his cheek and nuzzling at his neck, using her beak to preen at his fur and hair. Her wings started to spread out in gentle half-flaps as feathers started to billow out from her sides.

"Whoa there, girl! Calm down!" He laughed to himself, wrapping his arms around her body in an embrace, folding her wings to flank for her. He pushed back into her and gave a strong hug before setting her down. Her talons were digging through his uniform to stab at his shoulders as she desperately showed her affection. Ever the loyal gryphon. When he put her down, he got back up and spread his arms to Alisa, who still had a smile across her face. "Come on, give me a hug!"

She nodded and stepped over Ceylon to wrap one of her front legs around his side, chin draped over his shoulder in a proper hug. The dragoness nuzzled her cheek up against his while pressing his chest to hers, a deep rumbling billowing out from her torso while her vibrant red hair draped over him. "I wasn't sure if I'd see you again before your deployment." She whispered. "I'm glad you're home."

He held onto her for a while longer before finally letting go. "Yeah, I've got the rest of today and all of tomorrow to spend with you, then I deploy at 0500 hours. Lots of fun. In the mean time, I'm absolutely starving! What's for dinner?" As he spoke, Ceylon sidled up next to him and leaned against his legs, all her weight against his knee as she looked up at him, beak gaped and smiling. The gryphon was pretty large for a pet, standing with her head just up over his hips, and her shoulder rubbing just above his knees. Telkop gave a gentle rub between and behind her ears as he looked back to Alisa.

Her eyes went blank a bit before she smiled. "Actually, I hadn't planned on anything, since I wasn't expecting you. Was just going to go out hunting for something raw in the back forty." She paused a bit, flicking ear to horn. "But since it's a special day, I think I know what I'll make!" She winked and turned to dart away into the house, bounding in leaps before making it to the kitchen.

Telkop smiled and patted Ceylon as he stepped into the house, closing the door behind him and tossing his bag to the side. In he went, with Ceylon padding along in tow so close she kept tripping him until he was sitting on the opposite end of the kitchen counter. It was a nice home - quite open and roomy to fit his mate's form with a full wing spread - yet also just the right amount of cozy. He could see that Alisa was digging through the fridge to find something to get for the both of them. When she emerged, she held up a massive Ulokar roast, perfect for the both of them.

"How's this sound?" She chirped as she grinned, holding it up.

"Ulokar steak? You know that's my favorite!" Telkop nodded, even as his expression dimmed a little, his thoughts of leaving this wonderful dragoness bubbling up in the back of his mind. Once he shook that dread off, he unbuttoned his fatigues to expose the light gray fur of his chest. Military or not he greatly preferred being without clothes; he was furred, even that was often too warm for him this time of year. One garment at a time, he undressed as she prepared the meal until he was naked and his clothes were folded up on a chair next to him.

All the while, Ceylon remained sitting pretty next to him on the ground, long tail swaying out behind her while her feathers stood on end and her beak remained gaped in a grin as she panted. Her ears were pointed straight up and her eyes were wide as she was eternally hoping for more affection from her master. She was rarely far from Telkop no matter what happened, so his month-long absence to finish his training must have been hell on the young bird, as evidenced by the fact that she stayed so close to him and didn't take her eyes off him. He couldn't help but give her a pat, and would have invited her up to sit on his lap if he wasn't waiting for food.

Alisa was using her claws to carve off two different steaks from the roast, a much larger one for herself and a more modest (but still large) one for Telkop. Her mate deserved the best, especially since he was heading off to defend their nation from the northerners. "So, anything else you want with dinner or just the steak? Maybe some frites?" Her voice wavered a bit, indicating that she was either nervous or staving off her own sort of malady on the eve of his departure.

"Whatever you wish to make, dear." He assured her. "I just want to be here with you as long as I can." He patted Ceylon for a bit before getting off his stool to join her in the kitchen, helping her out with the fries. Despite their hunger both for noms and each other, they couldn't help but pause half way through the cook just to hold one another while Ceylon hopped up at them, chirping and squawking at them.

Telkop liked his steak the way any self respecting canine did: bloody rare. Meant that the cook took only a few minutes, and he was able to curl up with his mate on the couch to eat it, pet Ceylon at their feet curled up waiting on scraps.

The couch was a nest-type in a D-shape with a backrest for Telkop and a rounded pillow or bag-like chair with feathers and soft beans inside it for Alisa to curl up on. She was laying on her side with her large plate on the edge of the couch while Telkop was leaning against her belly with his plate on his lap. Ceylon was between them, resting with her beak chin cradled between belly and thigh as he ate, causing him a bit of stress as it was proving hard to lay his elbows down with her there.

"Hey, you're getting in my way, dear." He protested as he used his forearm to push Ceylon's beak away; without doing that he'd have a hard time cutting into his steak.

She churred a bit, disgruntled, before lifting her head up and chirping at him. The gryphon stared at him, then back to Alisa, then back to Telkop before cocking her head to the side with both ears raised high.

"Don't look at me like that." Telkop said with a smile as he took a bite of the juicy meat. He chewed it while staring at Ceylon, teasing her.

In protest, Ceylon lifted her talon and plopped it down on his lap as though she was shaking claws, digits hitting the side of the plate to tilt it. Luckily, Telkop was able to push her talon to the side before anything spilled or he lost any of his fries.

"Cheeky little bugger, isn't she?" Alisa giggled, front paws on the plate with thumbs holding down the steak. She lipped at the edge of the meat and tore a chunk off - she didn't like using silverware, even if she did like plates - before chewing and swallowing. Her motions were also a subtle tease to the gryphon, who started to whine.

Telkope nodded with a grin, flicking his ear while staring directly into his pet's blue eyes. "Fiiiine, you get one, okay?" He sawed off a sizeable strip of meat from the cut end of the steak and stabbed it with the fork, slowly holding it up between the two of them. Ceylon dove in to grab it, but he pulled it away. "No, be nice. Be gentle." He commanded, slowly putting the meat back up on offer.

This time, Ceylon slowly opened her beak and tentatively extended her head forward until she was able to cradle the strip of meat on her lower beak. As soon as she felt the taste of blood on her tongue, she clamped down and tugged it off the fork, tossing it back and gulping it down in one quick motion. When she was done swallowing, she chirped and gape-grinned at him, front talon pawing at his shoulder for more.

Both Alisa and Telkop laughed a bit at their pet's silliness. It wasn't unlike Ceylon to be a cheeky gryphon and coax some snacks out of them, but it seemed deeper and more poignant now that it was one of the last nights before Telkop's deployment. This would be the last time they got to see each other for years, maybe forever.

When that dire realization hit, the wolf paused and his breathing grew deep as his eyes fluttered. His ears drooped and he leaned back against Alisa's belly, nuzzling into her fur. She curled up around him, mostly ignoring her plate to nuzzle at his shoulder.

While the two mates were sharing a tender moment, Ceylon squared her beak off and stared up at them, keeping a weather eye while leaning forward, tongue extending out to lap at the tasty blood pool that was forming in the corner of Telkop's plate.

He happened to glance down and see this, and he couldn't help but giggle a bit in affection, watching as his pet meekly lapped at the juices from his plate. He didn't move for fear that he would scare her off, stop her from doing what she was doing. After she had mostly cleaned up the bloody mess around the steak, she was about to go for the steak itself when Telkop shook his head in protest. "Nope, that's mine." He said with a softness in his voice, gently pushing her head away.

"What's the matter, dear? Can't share with your beloved pet?" Alisa asked, slowly returning to her own, much larger steak.

"How about you offer her some of yours? You have a lot to spare!" He joked, sticking his tongue out at her, cutting his steak without looking in a way that resulted in too big of a piece. With a grumpy look on his face, he extended the end of the fork out to Ceylon, who hungrily grabbed at the piece of meat and ripped it in half before swallowing it down.

The two lovers had a good chuckle again before settling down to finish their meal, still curled up on the couch together. Telkop laid his plate on Alisa's, and she placed it down on the floor next to the sofa. The night was still young, yet both were quite tired given the circumstances. Telkop had endures quite a rough last day in his training before being brought home, and the fatigue left over from that coupled with the heavy belly of steak and fries put him into nap mode.

Alisa curled up tight around Telkop and Ceylon; as the largest one she was able to hold the both of them up against her belly and between her front and back legs. Before long, her breaths were long and drawn out as her chest heaved, ear flicking and ruby red hair draped over her cheek to cover up her face. Telkop could see that she was dreaming something less than pleasant based on the way she curled her lip and claws intermittently. He didn't want to wake her and didn't feel it was right to leave her, so he grabbed a blanket and curled up as he leaned into her.

Ceylon shifted next to him, pulling herself in close to his belly to rest her head on his lap as he tried to cover himself in the blanket. She wouldn't let him, instead extending her one wing to cover his lower body in a protective stance, something mother gryphons often did to protect their young. This motion made Telkop's chest heave a bit as he tried to hold back a bit of a whimper; the reminders were all around him that he had such a life he wasn't prepared to lose.

All he had to do was remind himself that he had something to fight for. Something worth risking himself for. The loonies in the north were likely to rain down on the southern nation, and their instability made it clear that they were liable to do that any day. He couldn't risk inactivity and had to fight. For himself, for his country, and for his family.

Though caught up in his thoughts, he couldn't help but notice Ceylon's blue eyes looking up at him, lax in a way that made his gryphon pet look sad. She was quite perceptive, better than most dogs, when it came to detecting her master's emotions. She knew he was sad, and she was doing all she could to cheer him up and protect him; that's just how gryphons were, especially the domesticated ones. It was a behaviour he couldn't help but appreciate.

She shifted again and slid one paw up over his hips to rest more of her body on his, cuddling him with wings spread for protection and feathers pressed to his belly. Her position made it hard for Telkop to remain curled up on his side, nuzzling into Alisa, so he rolled over onto his back and spread his legs a bit, allowing the gryphoness to nestle in between his thighs with her front talons on his belly. Once she was there, she chirped and started to purr at him, a deep rumbling emanating from her chest and torso to massage his midsection.

"No no, Cey, probably not a good idea." He whispered in protest, writhing a bit as the vibrations massaged his exposed sheath. Though not uncommon for wolves to go around the home naked, that didn't protect him from a purring. When Ceylon refused to budge, he simply shrugged his shoulders and laid back, enjoying the sensation as he gave the gryphon a rub between the ears. She was such a dear pet, never wanting to be away from his side when he was here and always waiting for him to return when he left. In many ways, she was like the playful, fiercely loyal dogs that others held as pets.

Telkop, as a wolf himself, found it tacky to have dogs so he went with Ceylon instead. She was so young when he met her, little more than a fledgling who could barely flutter hop, let alone fly. Most others who had gryphons as pets would clip their wings, keep them from flight for fear of them chasing after other birds or playing in the wind and getting caught up in trees, but Telkop didn't do that. Instead, he and Alisa pooled their resources to buy the ranch they called their home and built a house on it catering to their needs. There, Ceylon could fly and glide and hide and play all day without fear of having a leash yanked on her neck or have her wings clipped.

Getting the home wasn't that easy for him. Alisa had rich family and a trust fund, and he got quite a sign-on bonus from joining the reserves and his deployment, so they were able to get themselves a good home on the edge of town, nestled in between farmland on either side and a whole bush out back which was perfect for their collective lifestyle.

This memory was another reminder of what he was fighting for, and that gave him the deepest and most thorough warmth throughout.

Of course, part of that had to be the bulging, vibrating crop of Ceylon's neck and chest massaging his nether region. That was quite nice as well.

The wolf was careful to not rumble his own version of a purr against Alisa, for fear of waking her up, but he did lean down and give Ceylon a bit of a cheek rub to show his affection while she leaned into his hand, nearly falling over when he pulled away. He chuckled a bit to himself and glanced over to Alisa to make sure she was still sound asleep. Sure enough, her eyes were closed and her breaths were still heavy.

Slowly, he reached down between his lower belly and Ceylon's chest to give himself a bit of a rub, fingers wrapped around his sheath and palm covering the opening to protect himself from her feathers. However, as soon as his digits started to work on his member, Ceylon squawked and cocked her head to the side, clicking her beak in an act of curiosity.

The gryphon's motions made Alisa stir a bit on the couch nest, and Talkop froze. He knew she was okay with him playing with the bird, but that didn't mean she necessarily wanted to wake up to it, and he was happy to oblige that request by being as sneaky as he could.

His hand was still down over his belly, fingers squeezing his engorged flesh as his pelvic muscles twitched. He could feel the warmth of his own lubrication dotting his palm when Ceylon arched her neck down and burrowed between his fingers a bit, the sharp tip of her beak poking and tugging at his sheath. Telkop cringed a bit, pushing her away in the process, but also exposing himself to her curious and apparently hungry maw.

Before he could cover up again, Ceylon's beak was back down rubbing against his sheath, darting from side to side across it before hooking the end of his sheath and pulling it down as her tongue lapped at the edges. She craned her neck to the side and gave a gentle squeeze of the meaty portion between where his cock ended and the sheath did, her tongue prodding outward and slipping into him, tasting his fluids.

A gentle whimper came from his throat that he quickly gulped back down. He wasn't exactly in the mood to fool around with her, but he couldn't ever say no to her eagerness, and one thing he learned in his time with the gryphon was that if he said no, she'd be depressed for the rest of the day, so he happily let it happen. Not that it was a problem, he loved the feeling of her beak giving him a bit of a rub and a squeeze; he especially liked the warmth and wetness of her tongue prodding at his inner sheath like a bee sucking nectar from a flower.

His hips bucked up ever so gently, his motion rocking her body and angling is spine in such a way that the tip of his ruby red member poked out the end of his sheath. Ceylon wrapped her tongue around the tapered end and drew it back into her mouth, suckling on it while also gently testing its firmness with her beak. Though she did have teeth inside her gums, the beak-job still felt quite nice to him, enough so that he felt the blood rushing to his loins to push the rest of his member out, giving her more to lick and suckle.

"Good girl." His cooed at her in a hushed whisper, patting her between the ears while giving her a gentle scratch. She wasn't paying attention, since she was too focused on the taste and the weight of his bobbing, moist member. It was like a toy to her now, and though she was enjoying the fluids he secreted and dribbled down from the tip, she was also happy to bat at it with her talons, the claws occasionally catching just a bit, but not enough to stab or puncture.

He wasn't a masochist, but he knew she was gently enough to not hurt him and she knew from previous experiences that this part of her master was quite sensitive.

She began kneading at the base of it, squeezing the sheath between her talons as she pecked and bobbed her head around to catch his cock tip. She chirped and clicked her beak along with every jerky motion before she managed to manipulate his cock in such a way that she got the end of it poking right against the roof of her beak. Once there, she stuck her tongue out to cradle the underside while suckling gently, eyes closed and chest reverberating in a long, drawn out purr.

Every tiny little motion, every knead, every rub, and the ongoing rumbling made Telkop's loins twitch and shudder in delight, his member leaking a steady stream of pent up precum into her beak and onto her tongue, which she happily sucked out and swallowed.

In spite of her possessing a beak, her inner maw was soft with flesh and stretchy like a snake, so his member was comfortable resting in her gullet, the end of her curved beak resting on the side of his knot while she gently 'chewed' on his member with just enough force to massage without pinching or causing any pain.

That whimper returned to his throat as he rolled his eyes back in pleasure. She was so good at this, and it was something he just wasn't used to getting at all, let alone from a domesticated pet. He'd never taught her such a naughty trick, usually she just licked. However, the surprise at her eagerness and desire stirred his loins just right, and he needed release. A beak was nice, but her other end was much, much nicer.

After another brisk look over to Alisa to make sure she hadn't roused from her sleep yet, he leaned forward to sit over top of Ceylon's body, with her laying in his lap while he caressed her spine between her wings. His fingers walked their way towards the base of her raised tail before slipping down and around to prod between her rump cheeks. Though he wasn't entirely shocked, he was pleasantly surprised when he felt a moist, plump pair of lips winking against his digits as her tail raised higher and her back arched a bit; within seconds she had seemed to forget about his member and was focused on his paws. She wasn't in heat, but she was in the mood.

He closed his eyes to focus on the sensations, gently caressing her lips until he was as moist and well lubricated as she was; once he was wet with her arousal, he slipped two digits into her up to the knuckles, passing his fingertips up and down through her slit, massaging her from within and giving her meaty clit a bit of a rub and squeeze before he shuffled out from under her and got to his feet off the edge of the couch-nest.

"Come on." He whispered to her as he started to walk away, cock bobbing in the cool evening air as he stepped. The aroma of her estrus was sweet and just the right amount of pungeant, and he couldn't help but bring his fingers up to his snout for a proper sample of her scent. The powerful dose of it made him weak at the knees, yet he kept walking. A moment later, Ceylon hopped off the bed to come with him, following in tow next to him close enough to nearly trip him.

He unlocked the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the patio, inviting Ceylon out with him. The last thing he did before closing the door was to glance over and make sure Alisa hadn't woken yet. Surprisingly, she remained in the realm of dreams. Of course, this wasn't likely any different to her than if he went out to relieve himself, which he'd surely do when he was done with the pet.

Telkop patted the seat of the wooden bench that was built into the balcony, perfect height to sit or kneel on while looking out over the fields and forests that spread out over his property. Today, he had a somewhat more sensual use for it. When Ceylon hopped up and flared her wings a bit when she felt a bit of breeze on her face, Telkop rested his hands on her haunches to hold her in place with her rump aiming towards him. He slipped his hand under her tail and gave another rub, coaxing her to arch her back and chirp a bit as she looked back over her shoulder at him.

"Good girl." He cooed to himself, pressing his hips to hers as his member remained dangling down between them, the tensing in his pelvic muscles slapping its length against her belly. He could feel her lips tugging upwards towards her tail as her back dipped and she pushed back, a moisture trickling down over his belly as he realized she'd actually squirted a viscous, creamy fluid all down his lower abdomen to soak his sheath and balls.

Taken aback, he pulled away with the tiniest hint of distaste for it before the scent wafted up and his his nostrils, a tangy and concentrated version of what he smelled on his fingers earlier. The aroma triggered his arousal even further, so he got down to one knee and buried his snout under her tail, hands on her hips to hold her in place even though she was more than happy to stay there for him. In fact, she seemed so eager to push back and grind her hips to his snout that he was able to let her go and she was able to push back with more vigor than before!

His wide tongue slapped at her winking clit, lapping up at her juices and passing up her slit between her lips before prodding at her rump and sliding back into his maw. He let out a long, whimpering shudder as he did it again, taking in a long and deep breath as he did so to sample every bit of her scent as he could. When he brought his hands back up to cradle each of her rump cheeks, she jumped at first as a few feathers billowed out from under her wings, but when she realized what it was, she calmed again and he was allowed to nuzzle his snout into her plot, tasting and smelling the sweet tanginess of her heat.

"Good, good girl." He moaned into her lips as his thumbs curled down and around, prodding at the velvet flesh and parting it to gape her open; she expanded with ease, her flesh malleable as could be and ready for penetration by a knotted drake. He was a stud, which should have been drake enough, and his member was throbbing in protest as he found himself in desperate need for a release. He craved the soft, silken walls of her pussy wrapped around his knot, and he couldn't take holding back any more. The month of service had left him without any real outlet for his knot, stroking just wasn't the same.

He got back up to his feet and cradled her haunches with his fingers, massaging her rump gently while his cock slapped and spewed precum at her black velvet lips. In response, she arched her back and squirted a slick strand of that creamy fluid down his member, coating it and dribbling down towards his knot, soaking sheath and balls like before when she got his belly. The sudden warmth and extra lube weakened his knees and he found himself aggressively grabbing the base of her tail with one hand and his cock with the other, plunging his member deep into her pussy with one thrust.

Her flesh smothered him and swallowed every bit of him right up to the forming bulge of his knot, her passage clenching and squeezing him tight as she pushed back against him. The gryphon was still glancing back over her shoulder with an ever-present purring that kept her whole torso buzzing. Her spine twitched and her clit winked in unison as she leaned into him, her one front talon reaching up to grab at the top of the bannister that was the head of the bench. A few seconds later - without pulling off Telkop's member - she hopped up with both talons on the back rest and squatted down on him, grinding against him like a professional.

Ceylon's actions did surprise Telkop, but not enough to pull him from his desires. He pushed back as hard as he could, the still-unformed knot pressing tight against her lips and spreading them wide. He held her tail as tight as he could, offering a few idle thrusts into her to slowly tenderize her opening just enough to squeeze his knot through. After a few more gyrations, he leaned down close and nuzzled at the back of her neck with a gentle bite to her shoulder before forcing himself into her.

Had she not been in heat, or he hadn't been chomping down on her neck, she would have cried out in pain at the sudden lurching sensation of his lobes squeezing through her lips and sliding through her passage into her depths, but instead she cooed and leaned back into him, freezing in place to let him buck his hips at her.

Telkop let go of her tail and grabbed her upper thigh with his free hand for extra leverage as his entire lower body weakened and his knees buckled. Luckily, her pussy had grabbed a proper hold of his knot, the pulsing lips and winking clit clamping down tight around the knot to help form a tie. His lobes inflated within her, locking in her passage as his weight shifted and her silken walls caressed him in waves starting at her opening to suck him in deeper.

When he got his footing again, he leaned into her and slowly let go of the grip on her neck and shoulders, leaving her with moist feathers and mottled fur there. He gave her a pat and a scritch before tugging at his cock, the snugness of her pelvic muscles keeping him cozy as a constant source of pleasure. Though he was on the verge of climax, he felt like he could stay there forever. He pulled back and held her tail up, giving himself a good look at the distended, stretched flesh of her lips taut and barely holding him in as her clit pushed and folded out, caressing the base and his sheath. The extra pressure from his tugging shot a blast of pleasure up his spine, then through his tail and back into his nethers, a pelvic pulsation causing a series of throbs in his knot that pressed against her walls.

Thanks to her tight passage, the cozy nature of her squeezing lips, and the winking clit, Telkop wasn't able to hold himself back much longer. He threw his head back in the motion for a howl as his hips started bucking wildly against Ceylon's, the knot tugging on her lips and shifting every so slightly with every motion. He could feel his pleasure bubbling up in his loins before erupting into her, a body convulsing series of ejaculations spurting into her depths, filling her sex with his seed and smothering his own length between her walls.

His body rocked in pleasure as he fell down to press his chest to her back, hips still idly grinding up into her every time another spurt of his seed was squirted into his pet. After a few minutes, he slowly calmed down and was able to take in deep breaths, allowing his mind to return to here it needed to be to return to his mate. Problem was, his knot was still fully formed inside Ceylon and there were a series of aftershocks of pleasure coursing through the veins that throbbed throughout its length. He couldn't pull off, and he kept ejaculating into the gryphon's pussy. He instinctively reached around her sides to caress her belly, two fingers reaching up to rub her clit against the bulge of his knot. He could tell she was enjoying it, because a deep chirping started to come from her gullet and she grinded down against his touch.

Ceylon certainly didn't seem to mind. She was still up on the headrest with her hind legs down on the seat as she twitched against him, spine jerking and clit winking to coax more seed from him. She kept her gaze locked to his, crystalline blue eyes piercing into his soul. He wanted to kiss her, but he knew that would be weird so he leaned in and let her give him a lick to his cheek followed by a beak nuzzle - the gryphon equivalent of a kiss.

"Very, very good girl." He whispered to her, patting her haunches gently with just enough force to feel the squeeze of her pelvic muscles giving him another massage. After a gentle shift in position, he was able to stand back up straight with his hand on her lower back as he looked up to the moon, a smile on his face. Inside, he could feel his knot twisting and shifting in place against her walls, and if he stopped to focus could actually feel the rapid flutter of her heart pulsing in her walls.

She chirped at him a bit before pushing off against the wood of the bench, her vaginal walls quivering gently before releasing their grip on him, allowing his knot to pop from her lips with an audible squelch followed by a gush of their combined fluids all over the patio deck. Once the tie was unwound, she hopped away and leapt over the balcony, spreading her wings to glide to the ground just a few meters lower. When she landed, she hopped over to the thick grass and rolled onto her back, rubbing feathers against the vegetation like a cat, paws and talons folded over her belly and chest. She stared up at Telkop with a gape-grin, waiting for him to join her.

Though he had just enjoyed quite the messy fun, he was a little exhausted, ready to go to bed. He leaned over the back of the bench and smiled at her, chest heaving for a bit before he felt enough energy to go down the steps to meet her. His knot was mostly deflated and his member was growing flaccid, the engorged meat of his sheath pulling up to swallow his length from base to tip, leaving a creamy daub of his seed in the end of it. He rubbed it off with his thumb and licked it up as he stepped up beside her, leaning down to give her a vigorous belly rub.

In response, she chirped and cooed at him, clicking her beak and squawking in a playful manner. She kept rubbing her back to the grass before finally rolling onto all four and shaking off. Before Telkop could say anything, she darted off into the night to relieve herself.

"Had fun?" Alisa asked from up on the patio. When Telkop looked around to see her, he could see she had a disgusted look on her face as she shook the mess from her paw that she stepped in. "I'm glad to see you're enjoying your time with her. She'll miss you, you know."

Telkop nodded. "Yeah, and I'll miss her. Might miss her the most. She's so cute, so young still, I bet to her, it's like an eternity when I'm away. An eternity and an age when I'm gone for as long as I will be."

"Try not to think about it too deeply, dear. Come on, time to sleep." Alisa suggested before turning and heading back into the house.

Telkop gulped down the heart that jumped into his throat and called out to Ceylon, urging her to return so they could all sleep for the night. It would likely be the last good night's sleep he'd get for a very, very long time.

Telkop was woken the next morning when Alisa stirred in their bed. The massive dragoness' form was still heaving up and down in deep, long breaths with her tail curled up around the both of them. He was using a pillow with his head next to her forelegs while her tail tickled his snout.

A sneeze woke the both of them quickly and abruptly. "S-sorry." Telkop apologized as he rubbed his muzzle.

Alisa yawned wide and leaned in to boop her snout to his in a kiss before licking him. "That's fine, my love. Time to get up, I suppose. With any luck the skies will smile down upon us on this day." She curled up right around him before stretching out with another yawn. "So what does my brave soldier want to do?"

He spread his arms and legs and splayed out as wide as he could on the bed, taking up as much room as possible. "Not a thing. All I want to do is stay here all day with you and Ceylon. Take in as much of it as I can in as stress free an environment as possible."

"Makes sense." She licked and nuzzled his cheek before rolling off the side of the bed. "But you still have to eat and I think I'm going to make you pizza. You stay here, relax, and I'll be back in a few hours with the ingredients." Another gently peck of a kiss on his nose before she slipped out of the room with the speed and fluidity of a snake. He didn't even have time to protest before she was gone.

In truth, he wasn't entirely against the idea of being left alone for a few hours. He loved Alisa more than the air he breathed, but he was also a fan of solitude. If he was with her all day without exception, he wouldn't have time to reflect on his thoughts in peace. This would be nice, and when she arrived, they would make the pizza and cuddle all afternoon until they fell asleep together again. The perfect day.

In the mean time, he did have to tend to Ceylon's needs. She had been cooped up in the house all day and probably needed to do her morning relief, so he got up off the bed and rubbed his eyes clean of the sleep that gummed them up before whistling. "Ceylon, come here girl."

Only a brief moment passed before he heard the light padding thuds of her paws and talons on the wood of the floor and the rugs while she strutted across the common room towards him. When she got to his feet, she sat down with her tail snaking out in a pleased wag behind her, wings partially outstretched in excitement and beak agape. It had taken them nearly a year to teach her how not to flap indoors.

"Gotta go outside?" He asked, patting his thighs. She jumped up and spun around, chirping as she lightly flutter hopped. "Good girl, come on." He rubbed at her cheek and guided her towards the back door, opening it up wide to let her burst out and fly over the balcony and land in the grass below. He stepped up after her and joined her in the grass to enjoy the sensations of the blades of vegetation between his paw pads.

Naturally, Ceylon did her thing out over one of the hills, then came back to him at top speed, leaping through the air with wings spread and beak agape, knocking him off his feet and onto his back as she licked his face wildly.

"H-hey, cut it out, girl!" He protested, hands up to try and ward her off. When she stopped, she remained on top of him with her front talons on his chest while she looked down at him. Her beak was still wide and her eyes were smiling at him before she pecked down in a single playful lick, followed by a leap over him as she bounded away. Little gryphon had all the energy in the world and seemed to want to play, so he got up and dusted himself off to join her.

He walked across the field and over the hills far away from the homestead, with Ceylon leaping around him, occasionally nipping at flies that badgered her, and occasionally slammed her shoulder into his leg in an attempt to get his attention. She wanted a pet, she wanted to play, and she wasn't going to stop until she got it. He was okay with that; he loved her attention as well, so he picked up a rock and threw it as far as he could. It arched through the air and landed with a thwacking sound against the trunk of a tree.

Ceylon chirped as she turned, leaping through the tall crass after it with her wings spread to catch the wind. She kicked off the ground for speed and momentum while also flapping for extra power, diving on the rock and picking it up with her beak. When she got a proper hold of it, she held her head high and pranced back towards him, wings folded nicely against her back. When she laid the rock back at his feet, she squawked and leaned in close, one talon raised as though she was ready to lunge again, prepared to turn and dart away at a moment's notice.

However, when Telkop grabbed the rock, he didn't throw it. Instead, he tossed it up and caught it again, teasing her. She hopped up to bound off, but then stopped when she saw he wasn't throwing it for her. He didn't want to chuck it away, he wanted her to stay with him so he dropped the rock and sat down, eventually laying on his back with his legs and arms spread while he stared at the clouds. Before he could get comfortable, Ceylon's face obstructed his view and dropped the rock on his nose, making his eyes water as he covered his face. "H-hey, be nice!" He scolded her as he rolled onto his side.

She whimpered a bit and turned to avert her eyes in shame, but he couldn't bare to see her like that so he grabbed at her chest fluff and pulled her towards him. He looked her in the eyes and gave her neck a stroke, tickling her feathers with his fingertips, a sensation that made her puff out in pride, feathers standing on end and remarkably soft. A deep rumbling hoot came from her gullet, vibrating her chest against his palm, and that sensation conjured a memory from the night before.

He didn't actively try to pine for her, but he couldn't help it! No matter what he did, his thoughts were never far from mate or pet, and both excited him equally. Didn't help that the warmth of the morning sun was making his pet's scent a bit more ripe in the best of ways. As he sniffed the air, he could practically taste the sweetness of Ceylon's femininity, an aroma that seemed to catch in his sheath and conjure the member within.

Telkop wasn't trying to hide this time, nor was he being careful to not wake anyone. He was alone with his pet on his own homestead, and nobody could tell him what to do. With his one hand on Ceylon's chest plumage, he reached down with his free paw to rub and peel back his sheath, caressing his length until the tip poked out and drooled a few droplets of precum on his belly fur. Without taking attention away from Ceylon, he wrapped both thumb and forefinger around the end of his sheath and started stroking up and down his length, pleasuring himself while also scritching Ceylon.

She cooed and hooted at him, head held high in pride as she leaned into his touch, happy to enjoy his company until she noticed his cock was out. She chirped at him and leaned over to wrap her tongue around his tip, once again suckling at his member to taste the salty fluids he was leaking.

He kept his fingertips against her shoulder, rubbing and caressing her ass he focused on his member. His other hand peeled the sheath back as far as it would go as his hips bucked, the sheathe jerking back with a pop as it exposed the bulging knot. Sadly, Ceylon seemed to lose interest a bit faster this time and didn't seem to keen on suckling much longer, so she turned around and started to try to kiss his cheek with her cummy tongue.

"Ack! Hey, no, I don't want that!" He sputtered as he flailed a bit, laughing all the while. The sound just made Ceylon want to lick him more, so she darted her beak in between his hands to smother his nose in one tender, loving lick. "Fine, you wanna be like that?" Telkop reached over and grabbed at her hips, tugging her over so that her haunches were placed square over his crotch, one leg on either side of his hips. Then, he slid his other hand between her inner thighs and curled up towards her pussy, tapping gently at her clitoris while also rubbing at her lips.

She stopped almost instantly, her form growing rigid as her tail lifted up high to curl over her back and wings partially spread for extra balance. Her spine twitched again, bucking her hips like a drake into his fingers, forcing his digits into her with a juicy pop. Once she felt him inside her, penetrating through her lips, she stopped her thrusting to just gently grind against his hand, eyes flittering around in all directions, unsure of where to focus. She started to pant gently, chirping her appreciation alongside her motions.

With his added leverage against her, he gave her pussy a gentle tog, pulling her into place above him with all four paws on the ground around his torso, pelvic region aimed down towards his lower belly. Once she was there, he kept at her, rubbing her lips and gently prodding at her depths with one hand as his other hand slipped down between them to grab his cock, raising it to rub between her thighs and under her tail.

It was clear she was in heat, and that was a good thing because if she wasn't in the mood she'd have darted off by now and Telkop really needed the affection of his pet. She didn't move at all; instead, she obediently kept in place with her tail up and pussy exposed to him, eager for the penetration he offered.

Once he found her soft, warm folds with his tip, he clumsily maneuvered around with his fingers guiding him into her depths until he was able to lift his hips, plunging member into her sex. In an odd twist, she didn't stay still or buck her hips, but instead she sat down, like he'd commanded her to do so; the motion swallowed his cock right down to the knot, and she chirped at him while she shuffled her front legs with talons on his chest for balance.

Telkop shifted forward onto his elbows, rubbing his snout to her beak while she pressed her belly to his. The gryphon's lips were tender and moist, her depths hot to the touch and pulsating in a flutter along to the time of her heartbeat, every motion and pulse massaging his member's every inch. He brushed his hair back and shuddered in delight as he undulated his hips in gyrating motions against, her, the subtle shifts of his flesh against hers a steady source of deep pleasure. To his shock and surprise, his knot slid into her with ease as her clit winked against the crest of it, like she was sucking him up.

Ceylon leaned down and bit at his neck fur, preening it with the hook of her beak while she kneaded his chest; her entire torso was reverberating against him, vibrating in such a way that he couldn't help but roll his eyes back and gasp out in pleasure. "Wow, I am going to miss this." He muttered to himself as his pet gryphon kept chattering her beak against his neck, chest, and cheek. It was a very affectionate thing for her to do, so he brought his hand up and ran it down the side of her face to her spine and down between her wings, tickling her every step of the way. Her motions combined with peculiarly timed winks of her clit allowed his growing knot to pop in and out of her with ease, lurching in deep followed by a squeeze of her passage, then a clamp that forced it back out with a pop. Again and again, she shifted her hips against his to feel that bulge shift in and out of her, soaking the both of them with combined fluids.

A gentle growl escaped his lips every time he felt the pressure swell around his knot, followed be a gasp when she pulled off and his knot was left to the warm air. He bucked his hips into her, matching her movements to get the deepest tie and the most aggressive yank from her depths, each one smothering his lobes with a creamy clear lubricant that soaked his belly. She wasn't squirting - although that would be fun - but she was literally dripping wet with liquid excitement.

He was surprised at just how much he liked the in-and-out of his knot beating at her flesh, forcing her lips to stretch wide and passage to distend to accommodate his every motion. The added pressure and friction of her velvety vulva caressing his lobes only to swallow them and squeeze tight around the neck was utterly heavenly, coaxing him to climax with a special kind of pleasure he wasn't used to. His rump cheeks flexed to force his hips up, knot popping into her as he tensed up all the muscles in his pelvic region, forcing his member to throb and the veins to pulsate inside against her wavering, weakening flesh.

Out of nowhere, she clamped her beak down on his neck like he had done to her the night before, and she began to take over. It was clear she was in heat, but he had never heard of them being this aggressive when needy; still, he didn't mind one bit. He wrapped his arm around her side and placed his palm to the small of her back, grinding his hips up into her to aid in her aggressive hip thrusts. He could feel her pouty lips slobbering against the girth of his member, suckling the lobes and tensing in waves. A wink and a squeeze followed by a grunting clench that forced him out, only to have her walls loosen and part away form him to create a bit of a suction as she grinded her hips down, hungry lips eager to swallow his knot and start the process over again.

As his passion grew and grew, he felt a strong urge come over him. He slipped his hand up to pin her wing to her side, cradling her before he rolled over onto his side, pinning her on his back as he covered her. She chirped and squawked a bit in surprise, but then quickly folded up all four legs over her belly in chest in obedience and submission. Her hind paws cradled his belly as he leaned into her, keeping him from rubbing his torso to hers. Again, she chirped and cocked her head to the side, but then closed her eyes as her tail started to sway and flick out behind her.

"Be still." He whispered to her, one hand on either side of her head for balance. With one powerful buck of his hips, he plunged his cock as deep as it would go into her with enough force to slide her form up towards his wrists, which stopped her from moving farther. He knew he couldn't last much longer, so he started to focus on deep, powerful thrusts into her, bulging lobes of his knot bursting through her opening to pound her pussy and stretch the flesh of her depths with ease. She was loosening up more and more with each motion, and he couldn't help but enjoy the tenderness of her.

His thrusts grew in vigor and depth, his entire body moving in waves against her while his knot throbbed and slapped against her vulva. Faster and faster he went, finding it easier to penetrate and tie her with every buck, only to have her flesh release him in a burst of fluids. It was the tightest mount he'd ever had, and he found that he was unable to hold back any longer.

Every single thrust was a powerful slam against her hips, held back only by the hind paws that folded up and pressed against his belly. As the pleasure came to overtake him, he found that his motions were becoming increasingly erratic, his breaths ragged, and his pelvic tensing more severe. In one powerful motion, he felt his pleasure hit his peak as he let out a long howl, slamming his hips into Ceylon's to pump strand after strand of seed into her depths as she winked her clit against him, holding him in place.

However, the immense pleasure of fucking her and penetrating her repeatedly with his knot was driving him a little wild, and despite climaxing, he quickly returned to bucking into her, using the creamy seed of his own as lubrication; he found that the extra moisture helped weaken her walls a little more, but didn't lubricate all that well, so his flesh started to move in jerking motions as her skin caught his. This destroyed his mood, and he simply paused with his throbbing knot resting inside her, breathing heavy until the lobes started to shrivel and shrink, allowing a flood of his cum to flow outof her and into her tail, soaking the grass.

As he pulled out, he rolled onto his back and started gasping heavily. When he was off her, Ceylon rolled to her feet and hopped away, fluttering in tiny circles before landing and doing a somersault, then rolled around in the grass in a playful manner, chirping all the while. Once she was done that, she raised a leg and started to clean herself with her tongue, catching every bit of his cum and swallowing it down.

The two remained in the field, head to head and glancing at the skies until Telkop gained enough strength and desire to stand back up. He brushed himself off and whistled to his pet, indicating it was time to go back to the house.

Like an obedient dog, she rushed to his side, skidding to a stop next to him with her beak gaped open and tongue lolling out alongside every one of her deep panting sounds.

"I am so going to miss you, Cey." He said to her as he cradled his crotch, rubbing himself so that his deflated member slid back into its sheath. Once he was sure he was cleaned and his mind was clear, he walked her back to the house, knowing full well that Alisa still wouldn't be home for another half hour or so. He knew how long it took her to get to town and back, not including the long time it took her to get ingredients when shopping.

Who knows, maybe she'd actually be quick this time. After all, it was his last day in SoSemma for a while, she might be back already. Whatever the case, he was happy to enjoy her company or enjoy his solitude for a bit. Whichever it ended up being, he was ready to enjoy it.