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Nearly one year had passed since Telkop was granted one last weekend at home with his lover and pet before being deployed. In that time, much had happened, but now he was on his way back home, riding in the same APC he had been trucked around in when initially dropped off from basic training. Despite being curled up on the back seat, using his rucksack as a pillow, the situation stimulated memories from that time nearly a year before.

After spending the day with Alisa and Ceylon, he enjoyed some outstanding food, warmth of their company, and a few rather sexy experiences both with mate and pet, culminating in a surprisingly juicy threesome where they all tried to outdo one another and see who could give Ceylon the most body-shaking orgasms. He was a rather lewd canine.

His busy day was capped off with a particularly long sleep, as he curled up in bed under Alisa's wing for nearly half a day, only to be woken the next morning when he got a call from the military Transportation Specialist (Driver) who was at his door waiting. He woke Alisa to give her a kiss as he dressed, resulting in him almost being late as he was caught up in a teary goodbye.

Painful as that had been, it was in the past now and he'd been fortunate enough to make it through the war until his service had come to an end. The military wages had gone back to his homestead to ensure his family was well fed and taken care of, and he had made a lot of money in the process.

Of course, Alisa was worried sick the entire time. They kept in contact via text message, emails, video messaging, and through an online forum they both frequented, so to Telkop it was more like being in a long distance relationship than him being on deployment. She even sent him perfumed letters and packages full of cookies and other goodies to share with his squad! Throughout his tenure in the SoSemic Unified Forces (combination of army and navy), he had constantly insisted that there was little to no danger and that he was fine, but that didn't stop Alisa from maintaining the mental stability of a widow or one with post traumatic stress.

It wasn't good for anyone, so he kept in contact with her every day with reports of how, yep, nothing happened. For the first few months of his deployment, he was stationed at a port on the northern peninsula of the nation, at the mouth of the narrow strait between north and south halves of Sema. There, he spent most of his days on alert, patrolling the shoreline, taking turns in the lighthouses to scan the horizon for enemy ships, and occasionally ringing a bell that would put all troops on alert when they actually found one of those enemy ships.

Whole lot of waiting around for something to happen, but virtually nothing ever did. Mostly, they hung around and played videogames in the rec-hall, did live ammo training, and occasional 'war games' to keep their skills top notch. The whole endeavour turned into what could have been turned into a reality TV show. Fun to watch from afar, but mostly boring to actually participate in.

That is, until the SoSema government decided to end the occupation on Elmuth Island - the large disputed plot of land disconnected from north and south to the east of peninsula. There was a rather large force of NoSema soldiers on there, occupying the land and local towns with threats of violence if SoSema didn't bow to their will. Something about officially declaring their superiority, and surrender. Of course, this didn't go over well, so Telkop and the rest of his squad alongside a dozen other squads were sent on a navy ship to storm the beaches of Elmuth Island.

When they arrived they were shocked to find only a few hundred soldiers manning a few key locations along the shore. As always, NoSema's demands were outlandish and borne of a greater sense of bravado than common sense.

There was in fact a brief armed conflict, with the few dozen soldiers taking arms in a fort atop a cliff, but that didn't last long. Telkop was shot three times, two in the chest and one grazed his shoulder, but he was fine. The two to the chest hit his protective vest from very far away so it felt like getting kicked with two hooves by a horse - painful but not deadly - and the one that grazed his shoulder was little more than a flesh wound. Barely a scratch. The nurse stitched him up and joked that a band-aid could have done the trick. One week in the infirmary for the bruises and the minor gunshot wound, and he was back to playing videogames with his mates.

The main difference between being on the mainland and Elmuth Island was that here he was stationed in a fortified city rather than a military base, and there were fewer SoSema ships dotting the horizon. There were some prisoners of war in a dedicated camp, though! Those were fun to visit every now and then. Turns out they disliked their country's policies and behaviour as much as the southern nation did. They put up a fight in the fort because they had to, not because they wanted.

The lot of them - sans the two who fell in battle that day - surrendered and asked to be SoSema Citizens. There were remarkably few casualties for a war that had lasted the better part of two years.

In fact, throughout the whole war up to that point, only a dozen men in total between both sides had perished in battle, plus the two of the group that had been holding the island town. Fourteen total wasn't bad at all - more people had died back in Telkop's hometown to traffic incidences in that same span of time.

Due to this, There was a treaty in the works. After the occupation of Elmuth Port, it quickly became clear that NoSema's leader was simply crazy and throwing weight around he didn't have. As they say, he's a flat balloon.

The following four months passed as the governments worked together in secret to negotiate a truce. A Cease fire. A treaty that would ensure both parties were satisfied. The fighting had stopped, but Telkop and the others were forbidden from conveying that information until the treaties were actually signed. Anything could happen between the proposal and signatures. In a stroke of brilliant luck, the peace came to pass after four months, and the soldiers were sent home.

The press were not informed, and until an announcement was made, soldiers were not welcome to discuss the details of the deal - in fact few were told but Telkop's Commander L Gryphon leaked it to the squad - until they were at home. That's why Telkop was in the APC, curled up against his rucksack, eagerly anticipating his return home. His mate didn't know since she couldn't have known, and it was going to be a massive surprise to her to have a military vehicle drive up to her home and deliver her mate back two months early!

He sniffled a bit at the thought of a surprise early return home, but then his mind immediately drifted to his pet, Ceylon. That gryphon had been at home with Alisa for nearly a full year now, and unlike the dragoness, Ceylon couldn't chat on a messenger or anything. Once, during a sensual video call, the gryph poked her head into the shot and got a look at Telkop's naked form before he covered up. She squawked and jumped around the room for a moment, feathers flying everywhere, until she hit the laptop and accidentally disconnected the call.

He loved Alisa, of course, but nothing compared to the satisfaction of returning to a loyal pet who had been waiting for your return for many months.

A gentle creak emanated from the APC, waking Telkop up as the driver hit the breaks. "Hey, we're here, mate."

Telkop rubbed his eyes and stood up straight, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder as the door to the APC slid open and raised up high, letting him out. He was the last one on the trip and had plenty of time to himself since he was on the opposite side of town from all the other soldiers who were returning home to their own warm welcome. Before he could turn to salute or thank the driver, the APC's door closed behind him and the vehicle sped off down the road.

He felt that to be a little rude, but he didn't care at all. Once that was put out of his mind, he was able to turn to walk down the gravel driveway to his home, where he was finally going to meet up with his mate.

The path was pretty long from the road to his house, but it gave him plenty of time to try and refine what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. "Guess who didn't die? No, that's no good. How about this. Heyyyyy, did ya miss me? Wait, of course she misses me, what a stupid thing to ask. Uh, lemme see here, might keep it simple and just walk in with a smile and open arms. Irresistibly cute. Or I could like, stumble up and just flop on the couch, see how long it takes her to notice me!" He was speaking all these as he walked, head down. It wasn't until he heard a long, drawn out wailing chirp that he looked up to see Ceylon waggling her rump next to the house, wings spread.

When he looked up, the gryphoness launched into the air toward him, kicking off the ground and flapping like a good as she chirped and squawked and picked up as much speed as she could, immensely excited to see him. He tossed his rucksack to the side and squatted down a bit to accept her with arms open, but he quickly realized - albeit too late - that she wasn't slowing down. When she hit him, she tackled him with all her might and speed, barreling over him with enough force to knock him off his feet and back a good meter or so onto his rump.

She poked and prodded at him, excitedly lapping at his face while her beak stabbed and raked through his cheek fur. Her movements were brisk and jerky as she chirped and cooed and hooted at him, rump swaying from side to side with tail whipping back and forth, scattering bits of gravel everywhere. Her wings were spread wide and draped over either side of him as she kept at him, her cute assault on him seeming to never end. To an onlooker, it might have looked like a violent attack, but she was far too affectionate and excited for that.

He giggled and brought his hands up in faux protest, trying to keep her from stabbing at his face too eagerly with her beak, but he wasn't actually trying to keep her away. No, he was happy to have her there, so he tried to slow her down by stroking her neck and scritching her behind the ears. "Whoa, girl, calm down, calm down." He shushed her a bit, holding her close to his chest, and all at once she stopped moving and flopped down onto her belly, covering him with her beak nestled in against his neck. A deep rumbling purr-coo reverberated through her body and out her beak next to his ear, wings tightening up around him like a hug as her claws and talons kneaded at his body.

"Good girl, good girl. What are you doing outside, though?" Telkop asked, mostly just to himself. He thought for a moment that it meant Alisa must have left her outside for a pee or something, but he also knew that Ceylon could be left outside for the day and not leave the homestead. She could fly if she wanted, but rarely did.

Telkop tried to roll over and get up, but Ceylon was resting heavily on him, pinning him down, and she didn't seem keen on letting him go, so he stayed there with her, gently stroking her neck and back while arching his neck to meet her beak and nuzzle back. The cute little hooting sounds that came from her was so cute and drawn out he couldn't help but smile, and she was doing so louder than he ever remembered her doing that. Her tail was still wagging and he could feel the constant shifting of her weight as she wagged her rump at him, but she refused to get up off his belly to let him go to the house, so the two were trapped there on he gravel of the driveway for a while.

What felt like an hour but was less than fifteen minutes later, Telkop finally had to command her to get off him so he could brush himself off and get to the house. "Come on, time to get off." He instructed, grabbing her cheek feathers to make her look him in the eye.

"Whr?" She inflected, drooping one ear and cocking her head to the side.

"Come in, it's time to go see mommy. Up." He pushed off the gravel with his elbows, and that's when Ceylon got the hint; she folded her wings up on her back and slowly, tentatively slunk backwards off him until she was just over his legs and he could sit up straight. "Good girl, come on, let's go." He grabbed his rucksack, got to his feet, brushed himself off, and carried on up the path to the front door, Ceylon padding along in tow as close to his knees as she could. It was certainly quite the cute sight to him, but nothing out of the ordinary or unexpected.

As he finally got to the front door, he paused, still unsure of what he was going to say when he opened it. His hesitation had him frozen stiff when he was eaching out for the door handle, but then he just gave in and decided he was going to let the words come when he saw her. When he finally gripped the door handle, he quickly found it to be locked. "What?" He murmured to himself, a little frustrated. "Locked? Why is Ceylon out, then? She not here?" He got out his keys, fumbled nervously through them until he found the right one, then unlocked the door, quickly stepping inside.

"Alisa? You home?" He called out, voice echoing off the cavernous vastness of his ranch home. As a quadruped, winged dragon, Alisa needed a lot more space than he did, so the house was quite massive. No answer, just the reverberated echoes of his own voice calling back to him, "Hun? Hello?" He tossed his ruck sack to the side and knelt to untie his boots, with Ceylon leaning in to nuzzle and peck at him every step of the way.

It was quite odd for Alisa not to be home. Was she working? Did she get a job she didn't tell him about? Was she out with friends? She wasn't the most social type, so that wouldn't be likely. Was she out getting groceries or on a hunt for deer or something? She wasn't uncivilized but a good hunt really invigorated her senses, something she kept keen over the years. That could be it, but nothing in their chats over his deployment would indicate she was doing that.

Really, it didn't matter. She wasn't here, he was, she likely wouldn't be long, and Ceylon was guarding the homestead. Nothing wrong with that. He finished taking his boots off, kicked them to the side, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the coat rack, and stepped out of his pants. Before long, he was naked again, as he often was in his own home. The natural way of things. Of course, this wasn't odd or unique, most people with fur went naked in their own homes, it wasn't uncommon at all, luckily.

But now that he was alone with Ceylon in his vast home, he didn't know what he was going to do while he waited for Alisa. Would he make himself something to eat? No, he wasn't really all that hungry with his nerves wracked and his adrenaline flowing. Would he watch some TV? Maybe play some games? No, something about that just seemed like it was inappropriate. Lay down for a nap? Oh, that would be a bad idea, if she came home and he wasn't here to greet her. He would just sit on the couch, splayed out and waiting, but he had no idea how long she was going to be gone, so that could get boring pretty quickly.

A sandwich. He could eat a sandwich. It wasn't much, it'd give him something to do and something to eat, and there was nothing wrong with a good bit of bread, meat, and lettuce. With that in mind, he quickly headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge to see that there really wasn't much in there. A leftover roast, lots of condiments, some veggies - some of which were wilting - and an unopened bag of milk. Yeah, she must have been out getting groceries.

Still, he could make this work. Cooking wasn't much for him, so he grabbed a bell pepper, chopped it up into fine strips, and fried it up on the stove with extracted chili oil. He also carved off a slice of the roast and fried it up in the same pan. When both were done cooking and crisping up, he tossed the peppers on top of the slab of roast, then shredded a bunch of cheese on top of it, toasting up some bread in the mean time. Delicious.

Once that was done, he started pacing, eating the sandwich and occasionally giving a bite to Ceylon, since she was dutifully keeping step with him every pace. Eventually, he got bored, finished his snack, and headed out to the back yard, where he coaxed Ceylon to follow.

Everything since his return was reeking of a sort of deja vu. It was odd to him, that he seemed to be repeating many of the same things he did last time he was returning in the APC, only this time there was no Alisa. Yet, despite that difference, that was a little reminiscent of last time as well, when she went to go get groceries. So, yeah, the same. The revelation that bubbled up in his mind made him a little uneasy, but then it morphed into the thought that, if he was repeating things, he might as well enjoy Ceylon's company!

"Come on girl!" He urged, slapping his thighs before bolting off into a run into the rough fields and forest of his unkempt back yard. Ceylon followed, chirping and hopping after him while flapping her wings to glide in behind him. When he stopped to turn and make sure she was there, she barreled into his face, knocking him over in an explosion of feathers. When they landed, Ceylon just kept at him, pecking and licking his muzzle again as if she totally didn't just tackle him off his feet.

Rather than protest, Telkop let her do her thing, embracing the caress of her tongue on his snout. He closed his eyes and opened his maw a bit, allowing her a more passionate kiss to him as she prodded and pried at his lips, tongue slapping at the roof of his mouth and tasting his own tongue. It was quite nice, and it was a pleasant change to have a pet smothering him with this particular kind of love after being away for nearly a year and having only a hand and a dragon-shaped penetrable toy that was modeled after Alisa's undercarriage.

A smile formed on his lips as he felt that familiar swelling in his loins, a bulge forming in his sheath. Yeah, he needed a release, no point in holding back, he was free of the military now and had some quality alone time with one of his girls, no need or desire to be shamed or in any way reserved. He had a lot of built up tension that he was certain Ceylon would be sure to enjoy. His hand came up to caress her neck, patting the feathers down while the other slid down under her belly to tickle her nipples a bit, caressing the soft fur that covered what tiny little breasts she had. In time, his fingers walked their way through her thighs to tease at the velvety flesh of her vulva, which he found to be moist and a little slick already.

Her licking stopped as she felt his touch, tail raising high and back arching as her meaty clit winked a single stream of fluid onto his fingers that trickled down to his palm. Yeah, she was totally ready for him, and probably just as pent up as he was.

Telkop grinned and lifted his torso up, leaning in towards her face as he licked her beak with a gentle passion that he'd not shared in ages. With his upper body resting on his elbow, he was able to get better leverage with his other hand; he curled his wrist up and slipped two fingers into Ceylon's sex, parting her lips and unfolding them to expose the silken flesh within against the resistance of her gentle wink.

Ceylon cocked her head to the side as her vocalizations went from a chipper squeaking to a more curious and interested churr, each with an upwards inflection as though she was curious. It had likely been long since anyone touched her like this - Alisa really wasn't interested in feral passion - and she was almost certainly out of practice or experience. However, she knew she liked how it felt, quickly arching her back and spreading her legs to grind down against his knuckles.

He gulped heavily as she thrust onto him, her legs spreading and tail up with back arched to give the perfect, downwards angle. He could feel the tensing and stretching of the muscle and flesh of her vulva peeling back with every wink of her clit followed by the silken warmth of a thick, gooey fluid that gushed out of her and cascaded over his palm with every gentle press against her sensitive folds. After a few light taps of her pillowy pussy walls, he withdrew his soaked hand and brought it up to his snout, rubbing it right in his face and taking in a long, deep breath to sample the scents as deep as it would go.

A familiar warmth spread over him as the biting scent permeated his mind and body, the moisture emanating from his palm so thick he could practically taste her in the back of his throat. Another gulp kept his heart from bounding out through his gullet and he returned his hand to her lower belly, which was now dark with the moisture that had splashed there upon her copious winking.

"Hey girl, you okay?" He crooned at her in an effort to maintain a sense of communication amidst compassion. He nuzzled at her neck, nibbling gently at the feathers there as his hand and fingers explored the velvet heaven under her tail. Two fingers walked their way up her lips to nearly prod at her rump before sliding down either side of her slit, his claws ticking her gently and finishing up by giving her clit a gentle pinch.

She chirped a bit and stepped forward away from his touch, her hindquarters up over his chest while her upper legs were on either side of his raised head. He gave her another nuzzle, silently thanking her for moving since now he had more leverage to play with her.

He curled his bicep a bit and angled his fingers to slip into her; two at first, then three to spread her open a bit. His digits prodded and massaged her bottom wall, coaxing a series of winks that tickled his wrist fur with fluids. The softness of her folds was so clear, so pronounced, and so snug yet so inviting that he couldn't help but pull his fourth finger in next to the first three. To his surprise, her lips opened up with ease to accompany it.

This, of course, gave him the most lewd of thoughts. Deep down inside, an idea popped into his head that made him think he might be able to please her using his entire hand; she was a pretty big bird and he knew she was particularly stretchy when in heat, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility.

With a new goal in mind, he fell back onto his shoulders while looking up at her, hand still at an odd angle under her tail, four fingers wriggling in waves inside her. She clenched her beak shut and lowered her head, pressing her crest to his shoulder and neck as a chattering chirp slipped out of her maw. "That's a good girl, stay still." He insisted, bringing his other hand to cradle her hips and hold her in place while he converged all four fingers and thumb in one point between her folds. Again, she surprised him by leaning back into him with tail up and back arched, the muscles at the base of the tail clenched to ensure it remained high as could be, for she didn't want it getting in the way of her sex.

Telkop started rotating and grinding his wrist against her, curling his arm up for extra pressure. The grinding was to pleasure her, while the gentle rotations were there to find the right angle to go in deeper; before long, he was able to feel her lips loosening to slowly envelop him up to the knuckles. When there, he found her muscular ring - the one that held the knot - was too tight for him to go in deeper. He didn't want to hurt her, so he kept massaging her by curling his fingers inside and swaying them back and forth in waves, the motions tapping against the tender flesh of her depths and coaxing a series of contractions followed by an odd relaxed parting that seemed to open her depths up, fill it with air, and suck on his fist.

The sudden change in tightness made him realize just how stretchy and willing she was. Her walls opened up, the meaty folds parting and loosening against his touch with a sudden whoosh alongside her grunting and whimpering. All at once, he winced, grabbed her tail, and forced himself into her up to the wrist. Immediately, her walls collapsed around him and forced the air out in a guttural squelch, followed by an incredibly tight clench that would have forced him out of her if not for the fact that he had a hold of her tail and was pushing back against her, ensuring that her lips puckered around his wrist and didn't let go.

She pawed at his shoulders and rubbed her beak against his cheek, lower beak clattering as a series of chirps and hoots trilled from her gullet. She lowered her chest to his face but kept her hind end up high against the penetration of his fist, clit peeled out, lips folded apart, and cunt squeezing down tight around his wrist. She wasn't panicking, nor was she biting or squawking, but instead was leaning back into him and gyrating her hips against him.

His member was firm as could be, fully engorged within the sheath with the top half of its length poking out the end; a puddle of precum was forming on his lower belly. Still, he couldn't focus on that, he had his pet's cunt swallowing his hand, her tender walls holding him tight and convulsing in waves against his touch. In an act of pure gusto, he pulled his fingers up into a ball, each of them rubbing against an engorged, firm part of her anterior wall before all fingers were forming a fist within her.

Something changed, quickly. He expected her to express at least some discomfort with his fingers pushing so hard against her and the clenched fist likely at least a little unpleasant. However, the opposite happened; as soon as he'd balled up that fist, he felt like her walls loosened just in that part, while the rest remained tight and the ring of muscle just inside her lips continued to hold his wrist with enough force that he genuinely wasn't sure he'd be able to pull himself out unless she let him go.

His fist was knotted to her, and she seemed very comfortable with this fact.

Ceylon stood back upright, head held high and tail curled up over her back. She nipped down at Telkop a few times to preen at his hair and fur, but then stood back up with a seemingly nonchalant attitude. She stepped over Telkop's form and turned away from him, only to be stopped by the tie of his fist. This new angle gave the wolf a perfect look at the glistening, distended vulva that clenched tight around him, holding his hand in place. Her lips were pulling out, but hanging on tight as the clit remained in a suspended state of being curled out, massaging his wrist and spewing little strands of gooey mess down the underside of his forearm.

He used his other hand to forcefully pull his sheath down from the growing knot on his member as he sat up straight, his head at perfect height to look her dead in the rump. That beautiful, ebony-fleshed rump that glistened with the fluids she'd been secreting and was tender like a stallion. Against his better judgment, he couldn't help but lean in close, close his eyes, and extend his tongue to gently lap at the ring of soft flesh, tasting her fluids and skin all at once. He paused mid-lap to lean in closer, forcing his tongue inside her while his lips wrapped around her pucker and gave a suck as he pulled back, leaving her rump gaping a bit as a strand of saliva bridged from her taint to his tongue.

After smacking his lips in approval, he leaned in to give her another kiss, free hand holding her tail for leverage and neck gyrating as though he were embracing a lover, all the while grinding her wrist against her cunt lips and massaging her from within, every movement twisting and stretching her vulva with enough elasticity to show clear definition of his fist within.

She gave another tug and wink, but then her walls shuddered and relaxed, releasing him in one glorious, juicy popping sound followed by a deep rumbling squelch as her walls clenched shut and forced all the air out as her gape quickly collapsed. For a split second, he was sure he could see her passage right to the cervix before another wink closed her cunt in the most glorious of guttural grunts.

The very brisk glance of something deeper and more sensual brought him up to his knees with cock in hand, using her fluids to mix with his and keep him soaked from sheath to cock tip, gooey mess coating his knot and shaft and drooling down over his knuckles. He grabbed at her tail, pulling her backwards as he pressed his tip up between her folds, sliding his member up and down her slit a few times before he forced it into her right up to the knot.

Ceylon chirped and glanced back over her shoulder at him, hips wagging against him in such a way that her cunt was grinding against his knot and quickly swallowed it! In one solid motion, her lips parted and slid over both lobes of his knot, clit clenching tight to hold him close to her as another, thin stream of her fluids soaked his sheath and balls. She spread her legs and leaned forward, tugging on the tie but refusing to let go; it was like she was playing with him, proving a point, or exerting an odd sense of dominance over him. She had control, and she was happy to control him with what she had.

"H-hey there girl, what are you-" He paused to grunt a bit as her clit winked again, the squeezing sensation massaging his shaft and knot. "-Whatcha doing?" He cooed at her, stroking her back and tickling near the base of her tail.

Again, she grinded back against her, arching her back to press her rump to his belly with enough pressure to make him fall off his knees and onto his butt and tail, while she sat down on top of him. Her eyes fluttered shut as her wings spread wide, her whole body convulsing in waves towards him ending in a rhythmic pulsation that tugged on his knot just right. She shuffled to the side in a circle until she was facing him again, and she stared down at him with an oddly sinister style, paws on his chest and kneading at his fur while he stared back at her. There was a familiar and knowing glint in the azure of her eyes, followed by a nod and a chirp to accompany another sensual gyration and cunt massage.

"Ceylon?" Telkop asked, only to have his toes curl in pleasure and tail wag between his legs. He was having a hell of a time holding back, but the longer he felt the warmth of her flesh smothering him and the smell of her scent that he could taste, the quicker his defenses were lowering. He just wanted to let it go, fill her with seed, and tie with her for the rest of the day until he slept, perhaps even still inside her.

That twinkle in her eye sparkled again as she stared up at him, the corners of her beak curling up while her maw gaped open and her tongue lolled out. If Telkop didn't know any better, he would think she was listening to his thoughts. Before he could concoct an explanation for her bizarre facial expression, she tightened the muscles in her legs to pull on his knot while her winking pussy held on tight, which was exactly the kind of stimulation he needed to coax the first gooey strands of precum from his depths.

He fell onto his back with maw gaped open, panting heavily. His eyes fluttered a bit as he rolled them backwards, lower jaw trembling in an attempt to hold back a full-bodied shudder and whimper. Another clenching in his groin made his knot swell inside her, the bulge of the veins pressing out against her snug confines conjured up a wave of pleasure that exploded in his knot lobes, tickled his balls, and shot up his spine. Telkop couldn't hold back any longer, so he grabbed at her hips and slammed his cock into her as deep as it would go, sheath slamming against her cunt lips and knot swelling with each beat of his eager heart. Another series of light shots of precum soaked her walls, making her even more slick and sensual than before, ensuring he had nearly no self control.

A deep, rumbling growl came up from deep within him as he bit on his lower lip, the tension and tugging sensation triggering all his pleasure points at once. Ceylon knew precisely how to grab him by the knot, and she wasn't letting go; the entire time he sat there with his rump on the ground, he felt like he was on the verge of orgasm until he couldn't hold back any longer. In one exasperated motion, he collapsed on the ground, tensing his thighs and belly muscle while his cock pulsated with stand after strand of thin canine seed, blowing wads deep into his gryphon pet.

She chirped at him and leaned down, nuzzling into her neck as her hind end twitched in unison with his every motion and ejaculation. He could feel the silky strands of his own essence wrapping around his shaft, trickling down and around the bulging veins that were popping out and pressing against her velvety walls. As a curiosity, he reached down to between them to rub his thumb against her clitoris as she kept grinding down at him; his touch made her twitch uncontrollably for a second before she pecked at his cheek and bit down on his neck, a pain that made his entire body writhe in pleasure, fists ball up, and toes curl.

"Hnnngph!" He groaned as a trickle of cum started to spurt and leak out from between the twin lobes of his knot and the bulging mass of clit that held them inside. Once that flood gate was opened, however, more started to slip out from inside her and soak his belly and sheath. With one fluid motion, his knot popped out of her followed by another sensual wink and relaxation; she'd let him go, he was free, but he didn't want to leave her, he wanted to stay inside and play!

The gryphoness kneaded at his chest while licking his neck, her walls clenching tight around his shaft with enough pressure to keep his knot out even though he was grinding up against her in an effort to push it back in. His lobes were soaked in cum, a thin film of pearly seed trickling down over onto his fur.

As she pulled back and sat up straight, Telkop could see the teardrop shape of her ruby red insides peeling away from his cock, tipped by the marbled flesh of her clit; she winked one last time before stepping up off him, passage sliding off his member and leaving the length of it to splat in a pool of their combined fluids on his belly.

Telkop rolled over and grasped at her haunches, not wanting her to leave him here. He felt like he had a second round in him, but she didn't seem interested anymore. She shook his hand from her rump end and hopped away, flopping down on her side and lifting a leg to start to clean herself with her tongue.

Only Telkop was in a generous mood. Even post climax, he had enough wherewithal to crawl over, push her leg to the side, and bury his snout between her thighs with tongue slapping at her lips. She paused instantly and raised her head, ears high while she watched him giving her a kiss to the cunt. The wolf was surprised to taste how sweet his seed was, but he also acknowledged that it might have been her fluids as opposed to his; still, he kept at her, nuzzling into her inner thigh and prodding her mound while his tongue slapped and dragged along her velvet lips, the middle ridge of it slipping into her to coax more of his essence from her depths.

When the cum seemed to run out, he grabbed at her haunches with each hand, thumbs slipping into her from either side as he parted her lips and gaped her open, giving him an intimate view of the soft pillows of flesh that seemed to squeeze in from every angle as her clit winked against his nose. Her walls gaped and pulled apart, only to squeeze up again and push the air out into his face with evert inhalation and exhalation. She was laying on her back with talons folded up over her chest, glancing down between all fours to stare at him with those steely blue eyes, chirping and whirring against every touch.

"That's a good girl, do you like that?" He asked in between tender, loving licks and idle suckles on her clit. Every time he wrapped his lips around her meaty nub and tugged, she twitched and thrust her hips up into him, so he kept doing it, tongue prodding at the end of it while doing so.

Eventually, she kicked off against his shoulders and rolled away, flipping over to her feet and lowering her tail. She pointed her beak back towards the house and spread her wings, stretching them while her tail waved out behind her. "Chirp!" She called before trotting back home.

Telkop rubbed at his sheath, massaging it back over the lobes of his knot and up his shaft to swallow every inch. He was spent, yet still stumbled to his feet and stretched out with hands clasped high above his head. "Wait up, dear!" He called out before jogging up behind her.

When the two of them got back together, he patted her on the head and stroked her spine from neck to tail, and they returned to the house together. She had been cleaned, he had sheathed himself, and he was satisfied that he had finally enjoyed a gooey mess of a release. He needed it, and it seemed Ceylon needed it, too.

As he made it back to his back door, he heard the telltale grinding of four claws skittering and dragging against gravel. Alisa had made it home, and he needed to think something up quickly to make her weak at the knees. From the back porch, he soon heard the front door open followed by Ceylon pacing in place waiting to be let in. Telkop slid to the side, hiding behind the wall so she couldn't see him. What would he say, what would he do?

His mind was still somewhat spent from his time with Ceylon, and when the door opened to let the pet in, Alisa's head poked out, catching a glimpse of Telkop leaning against the wall with a look of panic on his face. "Uh, surprise?"