Exotic Pet
A short gift I wrote this Christmas for Talos
Those fat nuts and that thick sheath. She just couldn't get away from them. They dominated her sight, so masculine and beautiful that no amount of effort could get her to look away. The smell was so potent it left her lungs with a warm tingling sensation that quickly spread like wildfire down to her thighs. Each nut was so swollen and heavy with thick breeding material that they kept his sack stretched tight, but if she listened closely she could make out a barely audible churning as they continued their endless production of sperm.
That massive package swayed unexpectedly, and her eyes followed obediently. She was a slave to the lust those intimidating gryphon genitals planted in her loins. Every lewd detail planted an obsessive need to pleasure her Master within her mind. Her body was begging to embrace that feral package. From the tip of her cock to the back of her ovaries, the hermaphroditic hydra was bombarded by an instinctual need to procreate. Her Master was the most potent feral stud she'd ever encountered, and her empty womb was begging for a healthy clutch of his big eggs to cradle.
The glistening girth of Talos's sheath was getting closer. Hydra could see every detail of that swelling gryphon cock as it strained the sweat covered holster keeping it contained. The whole package throbbed subtly as that veiny cock erected right before her eyes. The moist sheath lips parted, revealing the dark red tip of her Master's beloved cock. That fat cock head plopped into view already leaking precum in a steady stream down his fur. It was so close now, all she had to do was lean forward and lick it.
Then Hydra woke up. Her imagination kept her lips moving around that dreamy cock despite its sudden absence. What a vivid dream. She could still almost taste that masculine flavor.
Begrudgingly opening her eyes, Hydra lifted her heads and looked around her room. It was a massive and immaculately clean room. Moonlight filtered through the satin drapes to glitter off of polished wood, silken sheets, and precious metal fixtures. It was the most lavish bedroom she'd ever had the privilege to live in. Her bed in the corner was little more than a pile of blankets and cushions compared to the grand 4 post bed at the far end of the room, but it was still far better than the rocky caves she used to reside in.
This life of luxury suited Hydra perfectly, but it had come at a cost. She'd given up her freedom, swearing absolute loyalty to the kind of the realm in exchange for the honor of being his pet. The decision had weighed heavily on her at first, but those feeling had passed. Being a pet had ceased being an obligation the first time she'd gotten to know her owner intimately. His strong presence was something she'd learned to indulge in. It was her Master she'd been dreaming about.
This was his bedroom after all. A place she associated with loving touches and carnal pleasure. Those feelings were even more intense knowing that her Master was in the room. He was sleeping peacefully in his bed, resting after a long day of service to his empire. It had been disappointing to see him walk straight to bed without spending time with his eager pet, but she knew it wasn't her place to expect anything from her Master. That didn't stop her from craving him though.
Hydra's aching libido was tempting her to violate her Master's privacy just to get a taste of his masculine essence. His musk was palpable even from across the room, fueling the multi-headed reptile's need for the royal gryphon's body. He'd conditioned her to associate that smell with glamorous sexual desire, repeatedly stuffing her heads underneath that huge sack to smother her senses in musk. His infection scent poisoned the air, forcing her loins into an unnatural heat that he could use and abuse to his heart's desire.
Hydra stood up from her bed as silently as her long body would allow, letting the veil of sleep completely fall from her body. She stepped off of her down filled comforter with extreme care, arching her claws up to keep them from clicking against the hand polished hardwood floor. With stealth uncommon for a beast so large, she crept up alongside the king's bed without disturbing his peace and quiet. There she rested, still as a statue, working up the nerve to make the next move.
Moving painstakingly slow, Hydra nosed the edge of the bed covers up until one of her heads could slip under the heavy fabric. The heat in Talos' bed was instantly palpable, smothering her head in the humid warmth radiating off his body. As a reptile, Hydra was incapable of sweating, but the moisture trapped under those bed folds soon had a nice steamy mist clouding up her glossy scales. She had to move quickly to avoid sticking to the sheets, aiming for her Master's crotch and pushing straight ahead.
Suddenly the blankets parted like a curtain, and Hydra was face to face with that huge furred package. It was just as magnificent as it was in her dream. The weighty breeding organs of the greatest ruler she'd ever known. They were all hers. Her Master was deep in slumber, vulnerable to her loving attention. He needed his pet to take care of him, even when he wasn't aware of it.
Her second head slid in next to the first, Hydra over eager to stuff her maws full of royal flesh. Those nuts had to be overburdened with virile sperm after a whole day without release. She was willing to put everything she had into milking out that creamy baby batter. One head out of three was enough to keep watch
One head approached his nuts, while the other nudged at the moist opening of his sheath. The weighty balls of the gryphon bull molded perfectly against her scales, while the dark pebbly flesh tipping his sheath spread musk across her nose. The third head kept a vigilant watch on his expression as she began parting her lips. He was sweet and serene as flesh touched flesh for the first time that night. Both tongues caressed lightly fuzzed flesh in unison, letting the natural coating of sweat saturate her taste buds
Hydra's first tongue swabbed across the outer edge of that sheath once, twice, three times. She cleaned the outside surface until it was spotless before diving tongue first into that moist pouch. Fishing around inside that fleshy interior, she dug her tongue against the sides of his flaccid cock with her oral organ. With a quick twirl of that forked reptilian tongue, she was able to snare his cock in a tight wrap. A few firm tugs got that barbed tip to plop out into the open, exposed and ready to be lavished in loving licks.
Squeezing both those naturally large testicles into Hydra's maw at once was a significant challenge, but she'd managed to make it work. She licked at the crevice between the two round cum factories while watching that dominant member grow larger with every tongue stroke. The barbs all over the tip started flaring proudly, lightly scraping against her first tongue. The veins along the shaft began pulsing with fresh blood. Even that tremendous mating knot was swelling up from all the attention.
There was only one thing missing. Master's puckered tailhole was left unattended, winking for attention down between his haunches. It was the last sweet source of musk yet to be tapped. Feral lust and uncontrollable greed drove Hydra mad as she fixated on that final hidden lustful place. It didn't feel right holding anything back from her Master, especially when it came to her much needed duties as a pet.
The final head was turning. Hydra was ready to give in to the final whims of her libido, fully submerging all her heads down under the plush blankets sealed around Master's musky treasures, when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. Barely noticeable in the hazy moonlight, one of Master's eyes was open. Not wide open, but just barely glaring at her through heavy eyelids. The eye of a predator who never lost his edge was staring up at her in a way that made even the great reptile feel small.
The eye contact between Master and pet went on for minutes. One in utter shock, while the other was stern, calculating, and unblinking. There was no end to the trouble Hydra could have caused herself by disturbing her Master while he slept. She was a good pet, loyal to beloved king over all else. What must he think of her now that she's intruded on his personal time of rest to sate her own lewd desires. There was such a mix of heartbreak and disappointment swirling within her breast that she almost couldn't bear the strain, yet even in those most dire circumstances, the two heads tucked out of sight between Talos' thighs continued doing what she thought her Master would like best.
Even under threat of punishment, Hydra did everything she could to show just how much she lusted after the big gryphon. She sucked on his fully erect gryphonhood with surprising skill, managing to barely make a sound despite the furious coiling of her tongue and clenching of her throat. His nust however, had started to churn audibly from the constant oral attention they were receiving. His sperm count soared as the hard working organs were treated to a deep massage that never once squeezed his family jewels too hard.
The tension between the two lovers was getting worse by the moment. Hydra could almost hear herself whining for her Master to take pitiful mercy on a disobedient pet, but before she could open her mouth, Talos' eye closed again. His face went right back to the peaceful bliss of sleep like he'd never caught her in the first place. They'd never broken the silence, but she knew exactly what the look had meant.
Hydra slipped her last head right in next to the other two, watching herself service the king while he slept. It was a beautiful sight, watching those muzzles bulge with with the thick mass of Talos' cock and balls. She never looked as good as when she were servicing lord Talos. His fur and flesh was the perfect compliment to her dark sweat glossed scales. Good thing there was still some flesh left for for her last open muzzle.
Resting her chin on the base of Talos' tail, Hydra eyed the dark flesh of his anal passage hungrily. As she took her first swipes across the outside of the wrinkled rim, she shifted her body to climb further into beed. She was going to be at this until the sun came up, so might as well make herself comfortable now. One muzzle deepthroating gryphon cock all the way to the knot, one muzzle sloshing around heavy sperm filled nuts, one muzzle sealed around a tailhole and already prostate deep with its tongue. Master's pulse was starting to get noticeably faster, the twitching of his cum pump easily felt through the lining of his rear passage. His sack was drawing taut beneath his straining knot, making the dick sucking throat work twice as hard to swallow all his ejaculate.
Master was going to cum soon, and Hydra would have the full belly she wanted. Then she'd make him cum again. Then once more. She'd work him up to climax as many times as his resting body could handle, and then when he woke up, she'd beg him to give her one more load in the hole of his choosing before work could take him away again. This was the life of a real pet, and Hydra was glad she'd made it her calling.