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Description: An unexpected visit distracts a dragon's musings. With a male gryphon at his disposal, RuSturak does what any aroused male would do: play with his partner before claiming him in whatever ways he sees fit.

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RuSturak stood on the ledge of his chamber. Cold wind brushed past his wings. Despite that, he was not cold. A dragon's scales served a greater purpose than protecting the creature against slashes or bites. The insulation alone was a lot more valuable than protection. Not that the wind ever grew teeth so far in the east. The land of eternal summer. That's how RuSturak called this verdant expanse the first time he flew around its borders. He was still young for a dragon, but even at that frail age he explored more of the world than humans did in a lifetime.

Humans were such simple creatures. They came out of their dens by day, wandered around the city, then retreated back inside the cozy bosom of their homes near nightfall. Most of them, at least. RuSturak caught a Skytalon patrol every now and again. These gryphon riders always flew in pairs. No sane dragon would ever attack a big city, but dragons were not the only threats human faced, for as much as they built or multiplied, their kin was always plagued by conflict. The answer lay in the city itself. The more influential humans like the Herald had an army of other men to do his bidding, while the homeless -those moaning urchins that sometimes came out at night- had nothing but filthy rags to cling to.

It was interesting, how the city spoke to anyone sharp enough to listen. RuSturak learned more in a few days than other dragons did in years. There was nothing to be gained from fighting, but here, inside the Herald's own home, RuSturak had an opportunity like none other, to learn the ways of the humans and use their own knowledge against them.

How, he did not know. His mind grew too languid at night. RuSturak preferred to relax. It was a calming treat after keeping his instincts sharp during most of the day. The dragon took a deep breath from the crisp air, then placed his head down on the cold stone. There was smoke in the air. Smoke mixed with the savory smells of meals and the sharp tinge of filth, for as grand as the city was, it still had its stains.

One thing that particularly annoyed RuSturak was the circumstances in which he parted ways with his friends. They were so disappointed. So angry, especially Dahrzin. Stupid kobold. For all the years under his scales he failed to recognize the most obvious of ploys. The assassin who got deceived. It was almost ironic.

But it wasn't Dahrzin that made the bronze dragon's wings feel heavy. It was Vrelgor. The young blue who sought shelter under his wing, trusted him, maybe even loved him, only so he could be rewarded with the bitter sting of betrayal. RuSturak thought many times on how to explain this choice in a way that Vrelgor understood. The only problem was, he had no idea where the young blue was taken. None of the Herald's aids proved of any help. Perhaps even the Herald himself caught no wind of the blue dragon's whereabouts.

"That could only happen if they escaped," RuSturak said to himself, scratching along the stone with a pair of claws. "But how? They were under guard. There are about three days of riding towards the nearest city. Roads heavily populated. A scout or a Skytalon surely must have seen something by now."

If they did, they kept the information to themselves.

RuSturak slid his green tongue along his scaly fingers. He missed Vrelgor's playful tongue. The blue dragon always was a bundle of energy. He was but a hatchling, inexperienced in so many ways, untouched by the hardships of life.

"Untouched..." RuSturak pulled his tongue back. Oh, he remembered well how hard the young dragon burst inside his maw. That thick, delicious seed filled with clusters -old seed that hardened and stuck together in the absence of release- made RuSturak's slit tingle with heated anticipation. He rarely got to feast on such exquisite treat. His own seed had a watery feel to it. RuSturak was a dragon who couldn't abstain himself for more than a few days. The most he held back was a week before the urge to spill overpowered every fiber of his being. He thrust his cock into his maw, then unloaded from the very first thrust, choking on the potent spurts of his pent-up release.

"He was so tight..." RuSturak's tail trembled as his tailhole clenched in remembrance of Vrelgor's eager tailhole. "I swallowed his first release, then took him in the tail for the first time... Oh, my dear blue...how I wish you were here with me. I'd present you with my tail. Beg you to thrust until I burst."

Would he want that? Would he be eager to mate after the betrayal he had been put through?

RuSturak could not know. He promised to make amends somewhere, somehow. Tonight, he was not a mentor nor a nest mate. Just a lonely dragon who stared upon the distant sky with heat in his slit and a bothersome itch crawling along the rim of his tailhole. He could pleasure himself, of course, but he did that far too many times. After years of emptying his cock inside his own maw, RuSturak knew every vein, every spot, every taste present upon his maleness.

Where was his gift? He should have been here by now. The longer he waited, the quicker his heart started to beat. What if the Herald realized his true plans? What if one of the offerings found out something suspicious about him? What if, what if, what if...

"Grarr," RuSturak snapped at the air. He got onto his feet, padding around his chamber. The walls were bare save for the sun globes which cast a faint light upon the pillows, blankets, and whatever else cluttered around the corners. The Herald surely loved his colored cloth. RuSturak nosed along a black one with golden embroidery. It had a distinct avian scent. Almost like...

"Skraawwwk!"

RuSturak turned upon the ledge to see the shape of an approaching gryphon. Its midnight coat made him almost invisible in the night. He would have made for a good Skytalon if his wings were not such an obvious giveaway. The gryphon fanned them as he landed, a sea of gold and tawny feathers that gave the gryphon a somehow regal appearance.

"Awwk, rawk," the avian beat his wings a few times before he rested them at his side.

"Wish I knew what that means. I had kobolds, humans, two legs, but never other gryphons to learn from," Rusturak said as he approached the proud avian.

"The north is wild, awk. Many perils. Gryphons big. Rugged. Feathers sharp like claws, rawk."

"Not the definition of friendly, I assume," RuSturak further bridged the gap between them so he could feast upon the avian's scent. He carried the smells of wilderness inside his plumage, a sign that he spent more time in the wilds than inside human establishments.

The gryphon's golden eyes blinked. He tilted his head for a moment, then stretched his head towards RuSturak for a quick greeting.

RuSturak's nostrils drew in scents as he nuzzled around the avian's beak. Gryphons were pack creatures. Like humans, wolves, and many others, they relied on the flock to keep them safe and nurtured. This one though seemed to be a bit more of a lone wing. RuSturak felt it in the shaky movements of his head, in the flutter of a wing or the scratching of a claw.

"Easy..." he pushed his sensitive tip into the gryphon's neck, feeling those soft neck feathers along with the warmth hiding underneath.

"Raawk," the gryphon clacked his beak. "Dragons fierce. Dragons always try to fly over us."

"Not this one," Rusturak blew a gust of warmth, causing the avian's feather to ruffle just a bit. He went down between his front legs to explore the creature's broad chest, then climbed back up to stare in those bright amber eyes. "This night, I am yours to do whatever you desire, lord of the skies."

"No lord," the gryphon said. "Gryphon. Just a gryphon."

"Do you have a name, just a gryphon?"

"Names. Many names. Winds shift. Always change. If dragon must know, name will be provided."

"Not unless you wish me to call you gryphon, sand beak, broad wings or something ridiculous like that."

"Awk, gryphon likes," the avian thought for a bit. "Is dragon called bright scales?"

"RuSturak," the bronze nuzzled the gryphon's beak again.

"Kaw'rak, big name. Hard name. Bronze scales, you are. Shiny like metal. Bright like the sun!"

The compliments made RuSturak's wings flare with delight. Perhaps names were not so important when his senses could tell him everything he wanted to know. RuSturak eased the gryphon with a few more friendly rubs, then welcomed him inside his chamber.

The avian, although reluctant, paced around, pecking at the pillows and cloths spread around the edges. He seemed to have a slight fascination with colored objects, and like any avian, he had the compulsion to adorn himself. The gryphon threw shawls and all manner of velvety materials over his back, then poked his head around the sides, squawking in delight at the many colors that gave life to his jet black plumage.

"You don't need human crafts upon your back, fair gryphon."

"Dark feathers. No light. No color. Few females interested. Males even less."

"Then they are fools for not appreciating true beauty. I quite favor the way light and darkness blend along your form, gryphon. Your body catches the night, but it's the wings that bring the light of day."

"Caawk, awrk!" the gryphon cocked his head, clearly embarrassed.

He probably never received a compliment before. RuSturak decided to take things a bit further. He crouched toward the gryphon, then slid his head along his size, rubbing along those wonderfully warm feathers until they were replaced by silky fur. The hind part of these creatures fascinated RuSturak. He felt the gryphon's sturdy muscles. Nuzzled them as he passed along his hind leg. The smells also became a bit sharper, more enticing the closer he approached towards the tail.

RuSturak pulled his head back. No. Control above lust. Rationality before instinct.

"Dragon stopped."

"I did, didn't I?" RuSturak coiled his tail around a foreleg. "I just...I wanted to see you a bit more. So few gryphons passed through my territory. The ones I see are usually Skytalons, and they're about as friendly as your kin from the north."

"Tamed," the gryphon said.

"Are you tamed, night-feather? Why have you come here?"

"Debt. Gryphon wounded. Sun sets. Sun rises. No one comes. Only humans."

"They saved you? From what?"

The gryphon refused to say.

"I always say the past is a useless burden. Sit if you desire. I can weave some tales if you'd like, or warm you under my wing. Whatever your feathers feel like."

The gryphon nuzzled into RuSturak's neck, eager for some affection. How cute he was. How warm. How unique. RuSturak allowed him to explore everything he desired. He poked his beak under a wing, even between his legs, but he didn't seem interested in anything in particular.

RuSturak took his turn after that, going slowly over the avian's blackened feathers, licking at his beak, then grooming along his side until he delved through those broad, beautiful wings. The gryphon fanned them towards the sides, and RuSturak carefully prodded and licked, careful not to pull any of these feathers.

Once he was done with the wings, he continued his journey along the gryphon's feline half, knowing full well what awaited for him beyond that swishing tail.

RuSturak slid forth, intent on playing with the gryphon's black tuft, but in the end he couldn't help himself. He rounded the gryphon's muscular rump to gaze upon his deliciously tight tailhole. The grey outline of his flesh shivered under his breath, and RuSturak closed his eyes, taking in all that deliciously intense musk that coated one of the most exposed places on any creature.

"Awwwrrrrr..." he rumbled dreamily. The gryphon either liked the heat, or he was too much of a coward to move. He pushed his tail up invitingly, almost encouraging RuSturak to explore what lay beneath that fuzzy tail.

The dragon rounded the tailhole a couple more times, then hovered towards the gryphon's gender. Like most of the fur sprouting creatures, he had his gender completely exposed, two sizable spheres nestled inside a furry pouch above a small, equally fuzzy sheath.

Seeing these orbs - even smelling their scent- was a rare and delightful treat for a dragon. RuSturak took a few whiffs. The air was heavy with musk, but most of that came from the hole situated above the gryphon's sack. RuSturak wanted more. He pushed his tip into the gryphon's spheres, nuzzling into those deliciously squishy orbs and forcing the avian to stumble forward with unsure steps.

"Awk, raaak!"

"I'm sorry," RuSturak said quickly. "I...I just...I didn't want you to..."

But the gryphon looked back at him, unflinching, tail still lifted to expose his offerings.

RuSturak licked his nose in anticipation, then slid his tongue around those warm orbs, feeling them shift and tighten upon his touch. The gryphon's tailhole clenched harder, and RuSturak could feel something stir within the depths of his sheath.

He went further down to meet the gryphon's moist entrance. The scents were so delightfully intense they made his eyelids fall halfway over his eyes, a long, pleased rumbling awakening inside the dragon's throat. RuSturak smelled him first. He drew in that potent concoction of scents inside his flaring nostrils to feast upon the smell of virility. Oh, he was young and eager, just like his beloved blue.

And with such a tasty treat presented before him, RuSturak couldn't help himself from poking the avian's entrance with his tongue.

The gryphon's wings shivered in their joints. His tail shot up even further, his entire frame trembling as the dragon's moist tongue lapped at his naked entrance.

RuSturak was fettered by bliss. Each flick of his tongue filled his maw with the taste of gryphon. He lapped, again and again at that fine fleshy spot, stimulating the avian until the shudders of heat brought his member out of hiding.

"Awwwwrrrrk!" the gryphon tapped the ground with his unsteady paws. His growing spire spilled forth like a lone beast desperate for some warmth, and RuSturak slid his tongue on and around it, bathing the gryphon with his warms and feasting on his deliciously virile taste in the process.

After a couple of licks, the dragon pulled back. It was too much, too quick. His jaws parted, and RuSturak unleashed a long needy moan that dripped with the dragon's eagerness to breed. The smell of a male's exposed cock aroused him like nothing else. The gryphon was not big or impressive. He had a tapered member, barbed around the head, smoother towards the base, but the way he tasted -that wet, delicious slime that brushed off his sheath during the emergence- tingled RuSturak's bulged slit like an invisible tongue. He was so close to erupt out in the open, to fill the air with his own delicious musk, but for that to happen, he needed to do just one more thing.

And that was the hardest choice presented to him so far. Mate the gryphon like a true male and savor the salty taste of his tailhole, or suck off every last drop of his precious seed from his enticing cock? RuSturak's conviction grew weaker each time that beautiful cock throbbed before his eyes. It reddened like a ripe fruit on the verge of bursting, small droplets of clear fluid gathering upon the tip, that tantalizing taste of cock so fresh upon the dragon's tongue.

RuSturak just couldn't decide. He pushed his head forward, dabbing his tongue around the gryphon's warm tailhole, then strangling his juicy cock so hard the avian's beak erupted with a crackling caw. Sharp throbs rushed along his malehood, and RuSturak immediately suckled upon the tip, moaning with delight as the gryphon's sweet pre-seed washed inside his maw through three drawn out spurts.

"Kawwwrrrk!" the poor bird trembled with lust as the fire leaked out of him. His eyes were unfocused, his wings spread, frame tense. He was on the brink of ejaculation...

And all RuSturak could focus on was the incredible taste of his cock, so eagerly spitting upon his lapping tongue. It was getting thicker. Saltier. Almost bitter.

RuSturak shoved his head back. His lips dribbled with gryphon arousal in the same manner as his cock. His bulged head poked through the slimy lips of his slit, a green fleshy outline that stained the ground with steady drops.

"I'm sorry. I'm..." RuSturak's eyes narrowed as they fixed onto the male's tailhole. "I am...I am..."

He couldn't say another word with such an enticing sight presented before him. RuSturak smacked his tongue against that warm entrance. The gryphon clenched like a wall. The dragon licked slowly at first, his tongue sliding slowly over the gryphon's naked entrance. The avian's flesh tasted as sharp as he smelled, and RuSturak loved it. He closed his eyes, savoring the smells and the tastes until his tip found the gryphon's entrance. During the spur of the moment, RuSturak pressed his tongue just hard enough to penetrate the gryphon's entrance.

The avian flapped his wings once. Oh, the way he tightened brought back memories. He must have been a virgin, for his warm depths were delightfully tight. RuSturak lapped with eager lust, coating the gryphon's entrance with his saliva, making him wet and ready for what was going to happen next.

"Rawrrrh!" the bronze dragon pulled back to lick his nostrils clean off the intense smells. He wanted to mate so much right now.

The gryphon before him was completely frozen with pleasure. He panted through his beak, watching Rusturak with a glimmering eye, his tail trembling weakly above his needy tailhole.

"I want to mount you," the bronze dragon nuzzled the gryphon's rump. "I rarely had the pleasure of breeding a male, and you're...you are perfect, my dear feather. Just...perfect in every way."

The gryphon did not speak. He crouched, a sign of submission, an obvious clue that could not be ignored by any aroused male.

RuSturak trembled with eagerness. He straddled the gryphon's smaller form, carefully maneuvering his front legs along his wings. The gryphon seemed so fragile. So tender. RuSturak licked the back of his neck. Soft coos escaped the gryphon's beak between breaths, a soft and pleasant sound that aroused RuSturak more than the drops of pre-seed trailing down his cock to wet the ground with delicate splashes. His cock was half-way out, wet and eager to bury inside something warm.

RuSturak probed for the gryphon's tailhole. He poked his sack, slid several times along his delightfully warm cock before his head found a small, muscular gap. This was it. There was no way back. RuSturak pushed his head through...

Then growled needily as he tasted the gryphon's warmth for the first time.

"Anngrrrrrhhh!" RuSturak snapped his maw shut as his head pierced the gryphon for the very first time.

A shuddering wave traversed the avian's body, raising his feathers on end. The effect was felt in its full force around RuSturak's member. The gryphon squeezed him hard, almost trying to push him out, but no sane male would ever relinquish such a lovely shelter.

RuSturak slid further inside, the heat of the gryphon's trembling walls whipping his cock with surges of immense pleasure. He spasmed so quickly. RuSturak almost found it difficult to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to smack his slit against the gryphon's hole and breed the feathers out of him, yet he knew from the bird's quickening screeches that he was not quite comfortable with a rough breeding.

"I'll take you slow," RuSturak jaws trembled. He dashed another lick along the avian's head.

Then, gently, he pushed himself back, his cock rolling along the gryphon's entrance. Liquid warmth rushed back along with the dragon's cock. RuSturak slid out all the way to the head. He took a couple of deep breaths to steady his racing heart, then stretched the gryphon again, his sensitive cock rubbing along the squirming tunnel in the most wonderful of ways.

"Rarrrrr, that's it," RuSturak wet the gryphon's neck with saliva while his throbbing cock did the same to his insides. "Take me in. Relax as much as you can. It will feel much better once your insides are properly lubricated."

"Big," The gryphon managed to say. "Like rock. Sharp. Big."

"I know, dear bird. You've never taken a dragon before."

"Seed," the avian clacked his beak. "Spill seed."

"You want me to-"

"Seed!"

RuSturak felt the gryphon's desperation around his cock well enough to know what he wanted. He arched his back just slightly, rearranged his weight for a better thrusting position, then started breeding the gryphon with fast, jagged thrusts, his green member pouring through that paradise of stretching flesh in the most perfect way possible.

RuSturak hissed in delight. He expected it to feel good, but the way his flesh traveled into the gryphon coupled with the way he squeezed was more than he bargained for. His tip felt on fire. The ridge that was meant to scoop the seed of rival males out stretched the gryphon's tunnel just enough to allow more of his length to push through. That quick, kneading pressure around the rest of his cock felt absolutely divine. RuSturak's breath became jagged as he pounded the gryphon, the squelching sound of his pre-seed filling the air with the smell of arousa. He never went past his self imposed limit. He always kept half of his member inside at any time, and that allowed for a quick pace that stimulated his sensitive head like nothing else. Every thrust lashed his cock with tremendous pleasure. Every squeeze urged him to spill his seed. RuSturak couldn't even lick anymore. After a dozen thrusts or so, his muscles became too hot with fatigue, forcing him to pant like a lust stricken beast to cool down. Oh, how tight it felt. How incredibly warm.

RuSturak pushed, and pushed, and pushed, spewing more lubrication, more fluids, until the gryphon's intense squeezes just became too frequent to resist. RuSturak's slit quaked with the urge to spill. An inferno of heat gathered inside the depths of his crotch. His tailhole clamped tight, a rock hard shelter that was just as resilient as his erection. RuSturak thrust two more times. Liquid fire traversed along his cock, heralding the end of his resilience.

The bronze dragon's member bloated with fresh seed. RuSturak snarled in pleasure, curling his claws along the stone with a sharp, painful motion. His eyelids scrunched shut, his wings trembled with strain.

And with a sharp, sudden spurt, he unleashed all of that blissful heat that raged inside his slit, barraging the gryphon's virgin insides with a wave of thick, sticky essence.

"Mrooooaaarrrrr!" RuSturak moaned in bliss as he soared over his peak. One spurt. That was all it took to fill the gryphon's narrow passage.

The avian shrieked, clacking his beak with lust filled fury. He wanted more. Needed it, judging by his kneading muscles.

RuSturak's legs trembled so hard, he struggled to maintain his position. The waves of pumping heat, the tight clenches of his tailhole, those sharp throbs that sent his seed exploding into the gryphon's tight passage...it all worked tremendous strain into the dragon's tense muscles. There was no greatest pleasure than mating. No bigger reward than spilling your potent gift inside a receptive mate. This might have been a male, yet RuSturak cared not about hatchlings. His desire was more immediate than that. Right now, he just wanted to fill the gryphon's tail with every drop of seed he had inside his cock.

So he throbbed, and spurted, and thrust, working his member inside the gryphon's seed drenched tunnel with trembling thrusts. His rock hard cock was too weak, too sensitive. Every thrust brought a blanket of fire over the dragon's naked erection. The pleasure soared beyond any ordinary limits, and RuSturak had to hold his breath to pump out the sharp waves of his seed. Waves of pearlescent essence splashed down on the ground each time RuSturak pushed himself closer to the gryphon's rim. The gryphon overflowed with seed, his tailhole too warm, too stuffed to keep everything inside. He felt like a female, wet, needy, and hot. And RuSturak did everything he could to remain inside just a bit longer, to spill just a few more spurts inside this young gryphon, to show him the intensity of a full blown mating.

He lasted five, maybe six spurts before his cock lost its vigor.

"Aawwwwrrrr," RuSturak pushed himself out, splashing the ground with a few weak ropes. With his member finally out of that squeezing prison of flesh, RuSturak finally sucked in a needed breath.

He stumbled back from the gryphon. As soon as his cock came loose, a waterfall of seed splashed down on the ground. The gryphon's tailhole winked like a mare's, stuffed to the brim with excess seed. RuSturak stared for a moment. He liked to watch that gooey ring of muscles hard at work at pumping the excess seed out of its bosom. Sure, this gryphon was no female, but something about having his seed wasted annoyed RuSturak.

The bronze dragon inhaled the sweet smell of his seed, then pushed his snout into that soaked mess, gooey mess. Seed clung to his nostrils, stuck to his teeth, and entered his maw as soon as he slid his tongue out. RuSturak closed his eyes and started lapping at the bounty of seed he unleashed. It was just so much. Even after he cleaned the gryphon's entrance, more seed came every time he spasmed. RuSturak pushed his tongue through, coaxing a soft cry from the avian's beak. He liked it, the bastard. After the hard pounding he received, the balming touch of a tongue felt just right to his fatigued muscles. RuSturak pushed through the gape to lap at the gryphon's gooey insides. Gushes of seed poured into his maw, pooling into a sticky mass before the dragon gulped everything down. RuSturak let no drop go to waste. He pushed his tongue as deep as he could, licking even the innermost insides of the gryphon's passage before he was fully satisfied with his work.

"Grawwrrr," he moaned weakly as he sniffed at the puddles and lines splashed on the ground. RuSturak licked those like a dog, going from one to the next until his tongue hovered above a distinct patch.

This was not his. It was too clean. Too faint. He scooped the fluid into his maw. Gryphon arousal.

RuSturak looked up to see the gryphon's member hard and drippy. A tinge of regret washed over his body. He must have done something wrong. Hurt the avian somehow. How could a male keep his seed inside after being flooded with another male's seed?

RuSturak blinked. It was no use pondering upon such matters. Failure was often the brother of opportunity, and RuSturak licked his nostrils eagerly at the prospect of sucking the gryphon's lust right out of that juicy cock. He looked so wet. The smell of his arousal was almost a feast for the senses.

RuSturak dabbed at the gryphon's cold member. The avian immediately tensed, his wings stretching far to the sides, feet planted into the ground.

Oh no...not so soon! RuSturak slid his tongue over the gryphon's cock, brushing past his flaring barbs, licking around that wet, musky sheath, but the gryphon could barely handle such raw stimulation.

RuSturak wrapped his tongue around his base, then took the gryphon's needy flesh into his maw, a haven of warmth that rushed around that cold cock like a wave of tender fire.

The avian's beak clattered with a few weak cries before his body strained with an almighty push. RuSturak squeezed his tongue as hard as he could around the gryphon's member, then moaned as salty, bittersweet essence burst into his maw. The gryphon screeched to the skies, beating his wings down and thrusting his shivering loins into the dragon's warm maw. Strong, seeping waves of watery seed exploded through the gryphon's eager cock.

RuSturak suckled on that spire with all he had. He pumped his tongue around his throbbing base and rubbed his flaring barbs with the gryphon's own seed. He didn't swallow right away. No, he let that hot essence pool inside his maw to coat the gryphon's cock in a blanket of sticky warmth. The avian's cries were sharp and blissful, just like his healthy throbs. RuSturak felt the heavy spasms traversing through his tailhole. His balls drew up before every spurt, then fell back upon the dragon's scales when a wave of seed rushed into his maw.

RuSturak nuzzled the gryphon's heavy spheres, wet from the previous release, soaked in the dragon's own essence. The smell of musk was almost as delicious as the avian's seed. RuSturak held his breath, waiting until his maw was almost full, squeezing the bird for everything he had left inside his sack. Then, when the avian's throbs lessened, RuSturak swallowed, downing the entire load of gryphon seed down his throat with a long and satisfied gulp.

"Kraaaawwk," the gryphon let out an exhausted screech.

RuSturak let his member out. He licked it a couple more times to make sure it was properly empty before he nuzzled into the gryphon's spheres.

"They had a lot to give, my dear bird. How do they feel now?"

"Aches," the gryphon dropped on the ground.

"The night is long," RuSturak licked his erection back into the sheath, then crawled along his side and draped a protective wing over the avian. "Rest now. Recover your strength. Replenish the seed you just spilled. It would be my intense pleasure to feel you inside me before you depart."

The gryphon clacked his beak. Too tired to even speak. Poor, leaky thing. RuSturak nuzzled into his neck, licked his beak with a few comforting strokes, then coiled around the gryphon like a sire protecting his offspring.

***END OF CHAPTER 16***

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