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A Kindred Beast

- For SilverFox442, Part 1

“Are you confident in your decision, Sully?" Chrom said, his voice tinged with wariness. “I am curious as to why you insist on visiting him again, especially after we rejected this mount when we were here previously."

“You rejected it, not me." Sully replied tersely. She stared straight ahead, hands in the pockets of her robe. “I barely got more than a glance at the damn beast."

“So why come back?" Chrom replied, turning to look at her. “If I may, what intrigued you about it?"

Sully stayed quiet for just a moment, hunching up her shoulders, which were bare above her armour. She felt her dull red hair wave in a passing, cold breeze. A smirk caught the corner of her mouth before she put it in check. “Because the rest of you lot think that if a creature doesn't obey every whim you have, it's not good enough. Some of us have a backbone in this force."

Chrom raised his eyebrows, but said nothing more. His deep blue hair flickered across his face as the cold breeze hit them again. He looked down the path ahead of them.

It was night time. The dark sky above was alive with stars, the only hint of a horizon coming from the distant dark silhouettes where the ground eclipsed them. Sully paid none of that attention though. Her eyes were fixed ahead, on the flaming braziers on the town's borders, where they licked and sparked and shone orange light on the singular barn that stood alone on the Feroxi plains. In front of it, an elderly man was watching them cautiously. Sully noted the curved sword slung from his belt.

“Alright." She said finally, as they walked up. “You two can go. I'll take it from here."

That started a predicted argument about her absconding with the mount before paying, as well as questions about why she wanted to be alone anyway. Eventually, Chrom accepted, and quelled the stablekeeper. She kept her eyes on the door.

Her heart was beating. She knew what waited for her.

“Are you sure, Sully?" Chrom asked as the two of them were about to leave. She didn't turn around.

“You worried because I'm a woman?"

“I'm worried because you're my wife." He replied. Sully smiled to herself.

“Then you know exactly what I can take."

The statement hung in the air. Sully felt Chrom watching her for a moment longer, before turning to depart with the stablekeeper in tow.

Finally.

After they'd left, she pulled the door open, and stepped inside. It banged shut, muffling the sound of the crackling braziers and whatever crickets were nestled in the grass. She breathed slowly. It was silent now.

All except for a slow, methodical breathing. The fire still shone through shoddy gaps in the woodwork. Before her, a low wall had been reinforced with huge beams of wood and stone. Behind it, in an area scattered with hay, a dark brown shape stirred.

Sully watched as the Griffon reared its head. Two blood red eyes stared at her, glinting in the firelight. Behind them lay a mind - a cunning mind, a mind full of ideas. Ideas like dominance and freedom and pleasures.

Sully grinned broadly now, and lifted a hand to stroke along the shining yellow beak. She knew exactly what that mind was thinking right now. It had been the same as what he had been thinking when he'd looked at her those weeks ago. The same thought that she had.

Quickly, almost absent-mindedly, she unbuckled her armour. It clanged as it dropped to the floor.

* * *

The stable wasn't suitable for the living conditions of a Griffon, let alone for what she was about to do. “Sorry, big guy." She said as she sat down, feeling the compacted soil on the bare skin of her rear. She slapped the Griffon's thigh lightly. “I'll have ya out of this crap soon enough." Surprisingly, even with all her clothes and armour in a pile several feet away, she wasn't cold. She flexed her slender, toned body as she leaned back, grinning.

Her eyes stared at the Griffon's underside. She drank in the sight hungrily, feeling her heart pound.

The Griffon's cock was dimly visible in the low light, but she could make out all the details still. It slowly tapered, from a pointed tip that slowly bulged. Past midway up, the flesh expanded into the beginnings of a knot, with slight ridges before it disappeared into the retracted sheath above.

Sully grasped it, leaning forwards. Immediately the Griffon bucked, powerful his pressing the shaft into her hand. Sully gasped, before letting out a bout of laughter. “Hah! There we go boy. You know what you like, don't you?" She said, grinning widely. She held onto the shaft - she could feel it throb in her grasp. It was wet with pre, and even now, it was just finishing swelling to its full size. She couldn't even fit her fingers around it. She laughed to herself again, leaned forwards. “Be a good boy now."

If it had felt good, it tasted even better. The Griffon's musk surrounded her as she ran her tongue along the flesh, her head pressed underneath the large creature. It filled her head with visions of a bestial lifestyle, acting on instincts and whims and pleasures. She licked again and again, even curling her tongue around the tip just as pre leaked from it. She shuddered in delight. “Oh, you are being a good boy…" She said, shuffling closer across the floor, uncaring of the dirt on her skin. Another few licks, before she moved down to the tip, just as he hand slid back up to the knot….

The Griffon squarked loudly, and thrust forwards with sudden eagerness. Sully caught a glimpse of his wings unfurling against the walls of the stable as the shaft was forced into her mouth, the tip roughly pressed against her tongue, and then the back of her throat. She gagged, her grasp moving from the knot to pressing her hands up against the Griffon's thighs. She pulled her head back, half-falling beneath him as the cock slipped from her mouth, and coughed as she hit the ground.

Sully took in a few lungfuls of air. There was a warm sensation across her side, and she looked up, seeing pre spurt across her. She grinned staring up at the shaft, watching it bob and jerk with readiness.

“A very good boy…." She said, pushing herself up on her elbows just as another spurt of pre landed on her chest. She giggled. “But I have something else in mind…."

Before long, she'd crawled out from under the Griffon, and grasped the low wall in front of her in her hands. She gave it a few experimental tugs - it didn't even hint at budging. She smiled, and turning her head, stared at the Griffon right in the eyes.

“Come on then, boy." She said, bending and watching him knowingly. She swayed her hips from side to side. “I bet- gyah~!"

The Griffon was on her before she could react. Two large, clawed, avian feet grasped her bare torso, one around her belly and the other at her shoulders. He leaned over her, and the heat of his cock pressed firmly between her legs. Sully shuddered - she'd been about to say that he must be pretty pent up. It seemed that she was right.

She could feel the Griffon shift his body, the tip dragging across her crotch, pressing inexpertly against her folds. Once it even pressed firmly on her clit, making her twitch and grit her teeth as pleasure shot through her. Just as she was about to reach back and help, she felt it slip over the folds, and…

The Griffon bucked forwards, slamming his hips into hers with full force. Sully shouted - Gods! He was fierce! Fierce and warm and big! Her hands grasped the wall harder, and she gritted her teeth as the beast hilted her in one swift motion.

It was amazing.

She found herself laughing, and moved a hand to hold onto the foot that had curled around her shoulder. The Griffon began to thrust into her, the knot just uninflated enough to be pressed inside her before it was pulled out again. She gasped each time, shouting her pleasures as she was rutted by the large beast.

Each thrust brought those feline hips against her, the short fur pressing against her bare skin. She revelled in it - it was a feeling unlike any other. It all was - how he held her, how his break pressed against the back of her head, how his belly rumbled with low squarks of pleasure. How he fucked her, relentlessly, indulging in instincts more basic than any other.

This was how it continued. Sully was glad she'd told Chrom that it might take her all night to tame the beast, because that was exactly how long he could go for, it seemed. Slam after slam of the hips, each time bringing new peaks of pleasure, new rushes through her body. Her legs were lifted up with each thrust, the Griffon eventually curling around her and grasping her front with his legs, his head pressed against hers. She stared into her eyes and he stared back, their bodies and minds revelling together. Sully found herself laughing again, and she swore she could see the Griffon smirk at that….

And when the end came… oh, what an end it was. His hips slammed into her more powerfully now, more slowly, the knot suddenly inflating - before he thrust forwards, pulling her back and forcing it inside her. Her mind whirled with sparks, crescendos of pleasure like surf on the sea, her entire body shaking as she was caught, enraptured by the ecstasy.

Oh… and that wasn't all. Because Griffons were very special creatures, very magical creatures, and there'd been stories and legends….

Sully stared forwards, her chest rising and falling as she let out a peal of laughter. A very recent story had quite caught her attention recently, and now she knew why. Why there were stories about a strange girl, one of many individuals from the future, a hybrid of woman and Griffon….

She laughed again, feeling the last of the mount's fertile seed being spurted inside her. Holding onto the Griffon's neck with one hand, she tracked the other back to rub it gently across her belly.

“You and me?" She said, making the Griffon stare back at her. She grinned mischievously.

“We're going to have a lot of fun."

~End~