The Bonding Ritual
Story by Dark Violet on SoFurry
*Over the new year of 2016, :iconDark-Violet: and
joined up to write a series of short stories for a charitable cause.*
*Here is the darkest of the bounty, the deepest in the pit, where only the most salacious works are stored...*
*Welcome to the Kinky Anthology.*
A commission for SilverFox442
Family is important, isn't it? As is tradition. And in a world where Griffons are rare, both can go very close together indeed...
This story follows vaguely on from #1 in this folder (but not #2) - though it's all explained in-story, so new readers shouldn't be too lost. Though, if you liked this one, you should hopefully enjoy that one too~
This is another short story in the Fire Emblem series that SilverFox442 commissioned from me, and the last one too! At least, for now. Still, he did commission the image you see right below this description, so do enjoy that at least... and who knows? Maybe I'll write more in this universe in the future...
Ooooh, I was very pleased with this one, and the picture that goes with it... Hah, please - do enjoy~
Fire Emblem © Intelligent Systems/Nintendo
The Bonding Ritual
- For SilverFox442
It was exhilarating!
Kjelle whooped happily, sliding up into a loop, her black hair streaming behind her as she spread her large avian wings. She took a sharp turn upwards, up into the clear blue sky, letting the land fall away from her….
For a moment, gravity had lost its grasp. Her wings flourished behind her, and she exhaled as time seemed to slow around her. The air on her cheeks and hindpaws was still, what little armour across her shoulders felt weightless. She closed her red eyes, focusing on every last bit of this delight….
And then gravity caught her again, and she span around, opening up her eyes and plummeting into a dive. She folded her wings up, spearing towards the sea far below, before swooping out of it with an unrestrained laugh.
She came to a stop, and beat her wings, hovering in mid-air. A thermal swirled from below, and she revelled in its warm air.
Kjelle was a hybrid. Her head was more or less human, with pale skin and a sharp face; though her hair tended to curl itself backwards, and her ears were somewhat pointed. Down her back through, feathers rustled in the breeze, which smoothly transitioned to fur as it reached her hips. A long tail waved behind her, topped with a flourish of brown fur, while her legs thick and strong and ended in two large, feline paws. Her hands were large, claw-like - and of course, those huge wings sprouted from her back, which held her aloft now.
Kjelle had been born of a human mother, a soldier in a small band of heroes. Shepherds, they liked to be called. Her father….
Kjelle watched as the Griffon looped into view, drawing up next to her. His wings beat more powerfully than hers, and he fixed her with a deep crimson gaze, one that sparkled with intelligence.
Her mother had always been rather familiar with her own mount.
Kjelle laughed, shrugging against the crest of armour she wore around her shoulders. It wasn't too heavy. She grinned at her father, enjoying the warm air from below on her otherwise bare body. Her fur danced, and she took a great breath, tasting it. It was full of spring warmth; she could smell the scent of flowers. It was so visceral, she could even taste it. She laughed again - this was fantastic.
She turned her back on the green lands of Ylisse in the distance, and gazed out to the east, across the ocean. It still gleamed with the morning sun.
Oh, the freedom of flight!
She felt her father coming before his claws curled around her waist. She yelped, then laughed as he caught her in a hug, clutching her to his belly. An involuntary squark loosened itself from her mouth, and she grinned, feeling his feathers on her back. She shrugged the armour again, pushing it just out of his way.
Her father squarked back a reply. Her mind translated it - lessons were being dragged from the depths of her childhood, many days being taught the language of his species. They didn’t use words, more concepts, feelings. Her father was speaking of togetherness.
Another squark, and he clicked his beak. Closeness, family… tradition? Ancient tradition, something about… lineage?
A dim bell rang in the back of her mind. It was almost like the squarks were part of a song. She could almost speak alongside him, the same screeches and clicks… Where had she heard it….
The realisation creeped across her body just as she felt his grip tighten, pressing her back against him. It was a bonding ritual. A speech, or chant, or whatever the parallel was. It was said by a male Griffon to a potential mate, right before….
The warmth of her father’s shaft pressed against her rear suddenly. Her whole body shuddered.
She was frozen in place. She couldn’t believe it was happening. She looked down, half-hoping to see otherwise - but she saw that red shaft pressed up between her legs….
She caught her breath in her throat, and managed to half cough out couple of squarks. ‘Stop, no, displeasure’ was the first one, while the second one was ‘ancestor, father, close bloodline’. She flexed her legs, feeling his cock shoved past her tail, now rubbing over her wet folds.
Wait… why were they wet…?
Her father leaned in, squawking once. ‘Springtime, Season, Readiness’.
Of course. The spring air. The months that Griffons came into heat.
The griffon’s claws grasped her body, massaging it as his wings continued to pump the air around them. Two new meanings were growled down her ear. ‘Safety, protection, warmth’ was the first. The second was simple - ‘Duty’.
Duty… as a father? As a Griffon?
Kjelle bit her lip. Either way… he was right. She was in heat. She hadn’t noticed the signs - it was early on, but… it was there. She was ready. The weeks ahead would be long, difficult, and her scent would only grow stronger. A whine fought its way up from her throat, and she shuddered, her arms moving to grasp around her father’s neck.
Her legs waved in empty air. She stared down, past that throbbing shaft that still ground against her. It was hard to think with such a distraction… she stared at the empty void beneath her. They must be half a league from the ocean’s surface below.
She tensed, her legs spread wide, as she refocused on that tip. She couldn’t… she shouldn’t….
She needed it….
Eventually, half-resigned, half relieved, she nodded. Her father growled in pleasure at her ear.
She reached down to slide her fingers around the shaft. It barely gave under her grasp - it was hot, especially in comparison to the cold air so high up, and wet to the touch. Wet with her juices more than his, it seemed… she whined again, closing her eyes for a moment.
Yes. This was what she wanted, right now.
With slow, definite movements, she tilted it towards her and pressed it against her folds. She shuddered as it rubbed against the outside of her feral cunt - the tip pressed against them for a moment, and then….
Her father screeched, squeezing her tightly, and bucked his hips upwards. Kjelle yelped in surprise, feeling his shaft driven deeply into her. And oh… what a feeling! She wasn’t a virgin - she’d had her fair share of adventures while fending for herself over the past few years - but that was nothing compared to this. The shaft bulged, and the shape, oh, the shape was incredible… the pointed to pressed firmly against her insides, making her squirm and gasp as it rubbed against her.
His knot was swelling - it seemed that her scent had carried already. He pressed it against her folds at the apex of each thrust, grinding it against her, making her whine in delight.
He held her tighter, resting his head on the armour around her neck. She turned to look at him - he stared back at her, smiling. His eyes were alive, warm. It was almost as if he was speaking wordlessly. She watched him, her own lips pulled into a smile in return. He thrusted up into her again.
Oh, by the Gods! His hips were powerful. He was an incredible beast, both in and out of combat. The thought struck her that he must have done this before. Had he ever done it to her mother? Had he ever taken her flying, and given her a special night in the skies? How many times?
She gasped, feeling his shaft pressed back into her, stretching her cunt. She could feel it throbbing inside her, and she caught a glimpse of the waves below….
Waves… they were almost at the surface of the ocean…. She could make out individual strands of seaweed, floating towards land. Her weight must be too much for him.
Still, he thrusted into her, never slowing. She shook, about to say something, the squark signifying danger rising in her throat….
But she spotted the outcrop before she did. They were dropping towards it. It was little more than a large rock, where a small patch of grass clung to a slanted surface. In all, it was about twice the size of her father. His keen eyes must have spotted it ages ago. She held her breath as they approached it at speed. Her father didn’t stop thrusting until the very last second.
Suddenly, he let go of here with one of his large clawed paws, and slammed onto the slanted rock, cushioning the impact with three of his large limbs. His wings flourished, beating against the cold surface. Kjelle hit it too, her arms and legs pressed against the grass. She grabbed a handful - this was grass that had likely never before been touched by another sapient creature. Immediately, the intoxicating scent of springtime once again pervaded her nostrils.
Her father’s hips slammed into hers. She let out a squawk of pleasure, and lifted her head as he resumed his thrusting. Again and again, he forced his shaft inside her, stretching her just a bit more each time as his knot bulged.
He landed because he was going to orgasm, she thought. He could thrust up in the air, but he wouldn’t be able to control flight through something like that. Which meant… he was going all the way… he was going to….
She stared up at her father. His eyes were tightly shut, his body undulating above her, forcing her front against the ground as he rutted her powerfully.
She wasn’t going to stop him. Her heart leapt to her mouth when she realised that. She didn’t want to stop him. She shuddered and pulled at the grass as his hips slammed against her own, feeling his balls against her rear. She wanted to bear his young….
She’d been right. It wasn’t long before his hips slowed, and he drew back before forcing them forwards in a firm, powerful thrust right against her. The knot barely stopped before it slammed inside her, tying him to her. Kjelle yelled in pain which transitioned quickly to absolute bliss, as the euphoria of orgasm suddenly overcame her senses.
She could feel it. Every last bit of it. She felt the shaft pulsate, and the first ropes of his seed splashing into her. She panted hard, her voice more avian now than human, feeling herself stripped down until nothing but pure carnal pleasure remained. She rejoiced in it, fueled by instincts hundreds of thousands of years old, as her father committed wholly to the final, delightful act of the bonding ritual - the impregnation of the female.
Kjelle stared, unseeing, through a veil of pure, unadulterated pleasure as her father’s shaft throbbed and jerked inside her. Together, the two of them screeched their pleasures to the world, the final cry, a culmination of their bestial act, as the waves beat their fanfare against the rock.
It was exhilarating.