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***Part 12 < Current chapter > Part 14***

Description: Vrelgor is given one week to rest, yet the extra time does not bode well for his next challenge. When he meets his first hippogryph, a feral of two genders, the dragon cannot help but obey the tug of his instincts, soon to find that his sensitive member cannot cope with the overwhelming pleasure offered by a female's eager embrace.

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After the encounter with Fargodar, Vrelgor was treated like a friend, not as a slave. Akerion provided him with everything he needed: warm meals, slaves to clean him, freedom to roam around however he desired. All of these perks came but with a single request: to avoid spilling seed until the next fight.

The first days were easy. It was near the sixth day that Vrelgor's slit itched with the desire to spill. He became so desperate that he went to Akerion himself, begging for the next contest.

And the man was more than pleased to make the necessary arrangements. The walls were louder these days, and when Vrelgor stepped upon the sands, he knew why.

The attendance had doubled since the last time he stepped upon the sands. Only the rows at the top were empty. Everybody wanted to be in the thick of the action. They came here to see only one thing, and Vrelgor was more than eager to provide them with a feast of the senses. Akerion promised a surprise. Vrelgor just didn't expect it to be a half-breed.

After the announcements were done and the humans left the sands, Vrelgor rounded the strange creature. This was the first time he saw a hippogryph with his own eyes. Dahrzin's tales stirred the blood, yet they could not do justice to the beauty of these feathered horses. The one Akerion brought had a grey beak, amber eyes, and an assortment of golden feathers spread around its head. Down his neck, the plumes changed to a sky blue color, becoming darker along the wings where jet black feathers contrasted with the cold sapphires. The horse part was entirely cream, with no distinguishable spots save from a long flowing tail. What was most intriguing about the creature was its gender. A pair of sandy lips twitched underneath the creature's tailhole, filling the air with a sweet miasma, tempting any male in the vicinity.

Vrelgor approached at the command of his master. He first intention was to nuzzle the hippogryph's beak, but the creature turned its tail towards him as soon as he approached. Vrelgor tried to go around, but the creature's need was as obvious as her cunt. The dragon's nostrils twitched with interest. Oh, the smell of a female was something else indeed. He was used to the sharp musk of male, the tart taste of warm seed rolling upon his tongue. Though there were a few tints of that among the creature's scent, Vrelgor ignored them. Most of all, he wanted to taste his first female, but not like his brother did. Not by forcing himself upon the fair creature.

So he flapped his wings, trying to back the hippogryph into a corner. When it turned, Vrelgor rushed along its side, pushing his snout into the creature's feathery neck. Caws rang in his ears. It was reluctant, maybe even afraid, but the dragon showed his intentions by nuzzling through the delicate feathers, warming the hippogryph with his breath while he took in the wild scents. He went along the grey scales protecting its avian talons, snuck under a wing to breathe in the warm scent of layers upon layers of feathers, then delved under the creature's belly to find the source of the sharper musk. A big, puckered sheath stood before him, the tip hidden inside the contorted flesh. Further behind was white sack filled with heavy fruit. How strange, to be both male and female at the same time. Vrelgor tasted the sheath with a lick, snarling from the potent scents that filled his nostrils.

The hippogryph turned yet again, presenting his snarling snout with her sizable cunt. She even lifted her tail out of the way, hooves stepping impatiently on the sand, beak parted with obvious desire.

Vrelgor could not deny the grip of his instincts. He allowed his snout to draw closer, and closer, the sweet smell of fertility washing over his senses like a heated blanket of pure pleasure. He drew in three long breaths, then pushed his tongue against the hippogryph's lips. Oh, how warm they were. Vrelgor barely needed to even do something. The leathery lips shifted to the side, allowing his tongue to slide in almost on its own.

The thickest, most intense of scents rolled over the dragon's trembling nostrils. The hippogryph's insides trembled with desire, strands of juices dripping from the fleshy passage. Vrelgor flicked his tongue around, and as soon as he did that the muscles squeezed around his tongue, embracing him with a heated, wet embrace.

"Aawwwrrrk," the hippogryph clacked her beak, pushing its need into Vrelgor's snout.

The dragon needed no more encouragement. He pushed through the sloppy tunnel, filling the creature's needy lips with his flesh. The hippogryph was by far the moistest creature he ever licked. It almost felt like delving inside a cum filled tailhole, yet these scents were softer than seed, their warmth more wicked.

Vrelgor was dazed when he brought the first taste of hippogryph inside his maw. His lips trembled over his bared teeth, tongue tip flicking over the wet entrance to gather more liquid heat upon its tip. He lapped a few times to feed his rising arousal, then delved in yet again much to the creature's crying delight.

The hippogryph's strained wings stretched to the sides, her beak parting with soft, drawn out caws as the dragon's licks became rougher, more bestial. The taste of hippogryph arousal was among the most enticing things a dragon could ever taste. For a virgin like Vrelgor -a dragon that was just tasting his first female- the assault against his instincts was nothing more than a rampaging stream of stimuli. The heat burned into his thoughts, slithered into his slit, made him just as wet and eager as the lips that trembled around his tongue.

He wanted more. Needed more. With a deep, rumbling growl, the dragon pressed his nostrils against the wet surface of the creature's lips, narrowing the distance. Then, he slurped at the fleshy insides, feasting on his first cunt like an enraged beast. A continuous stream of gooey arousal slid along the length of his lapping tongue. He feasted on that sloppy cunt only like a dragon could, nuzzling into the trembling lips, rolling his tongue into the squelching tunnel, drawing out as much fluids as he could. The hippogryph clawed into the ground, crying harder, louder, until a rush of hotter essence squirted from her depths. Vrelgor's maw overflowed with that strong, bittersweet essence. He didn't know what it was, where it came from. He just swallowed every drop he could get his tongue on, but the stream was never ending

He pulled back with a growl, jaws clattering, eyes half lidded with arousal. His entire body felt like burning, cock slapping against his belly like a vicious beast trying to break away from its shackles. Vrelgor did not think. Vrelgor did not wait. Before a dragon, he was a male, and with such a sloppy cunt posted before him, he had no choice but to obey the call of his instincts.

He latched his front legs around his female's sturdy haunches, flapped his wings to gain height, then thrust his hard, wet, aching cock straight through her lips. An explosion of pleasure ran along his cock. The barbs on his head flared all the way out, rubbing along the female's narrowing tunnel before the rest of the dragon's shaft followed through. The smooth flesh was not quite as sensitive as the tip, nor as receptive to pleasure as his base. As soon as his bulge sank into the sea of heat, Vrelgor's maw burst with a crackling growl. He remained inside, throbbing more viciously than he ever had before. He never felt so filled before. So deep inside a needy female. The need to breed rammed him like his pounding hard, and restless seed threatened to pour out of his cock.

Vrelgor thrust himself back, wings shivering with exertion, hind claws pressing through the sand to support the beast's heavy frame. He pushed his cock out, keeping only his tip inside, moaning from how good it felt to have his sensitive barbs caressed by hot, shuddering flesh.

Then, with a sharp thrust, Vrelgor buried himself back again. His rock hard shaft plowed through the hippogryph's flesh until his wet slit and her needy lips slammed together with quaking bliss.

"Mraawwrk!" the hippogryph cried.

"Awwwrr....mrawwrrrr..." Vrelgor answered her call with his own seething growl.

He was close. Much too close. He clenched his forepaws around her hind legs, then started thrusting himself with all the strength he had. His cock pounded through that sloppy cunt, drawing out heavier squelches with every push. Vrelgor thrust hard and fast. His fire was wild. Untamed. The embrace of a female proved just too much to handle, and after his six thrust he pushed himself as hard as he could, forcing the hippogryph to stumble forth as climactic bliss filled his entire being.

An almighty roar split the dragon's jaws. Thick torrents of seed exploded from his rapidly throbbing cock, splattering inside the female's eager cunt.

The hippogryph cried with utter desperation, her sharp avian cries slicing through the roar of the arena like blades. She became a soaked mess down there, her own liquid riptide mixing with the waves of thick seed unleashed by Vrelgor's needy cock.

His barbs burned with tingling fury. His shaft bloated before every spurt, and the bulge that spread his slit apart kept the brunt of his seed inside the female's lips. She clenched so hard, so sudden, giving little to no respite to a dragon who came inside a female for the very first time. Even in the midst of his climax, Vrelgor worked his cock inside her flesh, shivering from how good it felt, crying his pleasure before the entire arena. The climax washed over him like a storm. One moment it loomed upon him, and then it was gone.

When his member stopped spurting, Vrelgor dismounted. A cascade of gooey fluids spurted between his forepaws. The hippogryph looked back, cawing at him, her lips smacking together as their combined essence leaked out in waves.

Vrelgor lapped at her drenched tunnel, making no distinction between the two fluids. He ate his own seed with as much pleasure as he cleaned the hippogryph's own arousal. The more he swallowed, the harder he became. Everything was so sticky. Ropes of milky seed clung to the fleshy lips. Vrelgor pulled them in with his tongue. His seed was stubborn, harder to swallow than the female's clear arousal, and the weeklong abstinence had not made it any easier. Clumps clung onto some strings, old seed that was not properly flushed out. Vrelgor chewed through them, then swallowed everything in one go. No seed was a problem for an aroused male. After he feasted on the warm meal, Vrelgor's member was just as hard as the first time. He nuzzled the hippogryph's back, licked her cunt a few more times, then sheltered himself back in her pussy.

A warm tingle filled his cock. Vrelgor thrust himself in and out with the same determination, but his member lacked the previous vigor, the fire that poured his seed out so quickly. The hippogryph was as excited as before. The stimulation kept her oozing a constant stream of juices that washed over the dragon's cock every time it entered her tightening halls. She even climbed over another peak, screeching her bliss a third time.

But Vrelgor struggled to reach his own climax. Jaws clenched, wings arched, he made the female squelch every time his bulge spread her lips apart. He wanted to feel the same molten pull. He craved to melt again in her embrace. More than anything, he wanted to spill himself inside her fertile bosom.

And that determination kept Vrelgor going until everything in his body apart from his cock burned with aching pain. His claws dug crimson streaks along the female's flanks. His legs trembled worse than his wings, and froth gathered around his panting maw. The hippogryph cackled in annoyance, but he refused to relent. Vrelgor kept on thrusting, kept on working his cock in and out until the blaze finally washed over his cock.

"Mrraaa..." the growl caught in his throat as his cock bloated with blissful finality. The hippogryph pecked at his jaw, pushing the dragon through that final wall.

"Mraaaawwwrrrr!" he moaned with lust as his seed washed into her cunt all over again. He held her with everything he had, jaws latched around her neck, forelegs tight around her flanks, member lodged all the way in to stuff her pussy with sharp strings of fertile seed.

The pounding spasms felt even better than the last time. With the previous reserves depleted, Vrelgor had to tighten extra hard in order to flush out the few seed he had left. His muscles tightened around one another, keeping him soaring over his peak, filling him with soothing finality just as the hippogryph's own cries joined his.

***END OF CHAPTER 13***

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