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Saralen ruffled his heavy grey and white feathers with an annoyed clack of his beak as he tasted the first edge of magic on the air. It wasn’t much, at least, not yet, just a tinge of it as the energies were disturbed and he gave his large beak a shake before heaving up from his warmed sun rock and abandoned the post near the water. The gryphon’s mood was tinged with annoyance that was growing with the spell being worked, making him want to rip furrows through the ground with his talons, but he withheld the urge as best that he could. It wouldn’t do any good except to muck up his claws and then he would have to spend time washing off his talons in the water and go back within range of the spell that was starting to be spun. And the very last thing he wanted to feel washing against his shields was a mating spell.

The scout flicked his wings along his back, crossing the long primaries over each other while he made a point to turn his beak directly towards the outpost headquarters. Barosha and Gyralen wouldn’t be back any time soon, not when they were getting ready to take their mating flight together, which would leave him with Qirrl and Springfeather for his companions. It wouldn’t have been so annoying if there had been a lithe female awaiting him to share a heated evening together under the intense emotional runoff that came from the mated pair, but his only company was a neuter kyree and his human trondi'irn. He snorted to himself and flattened his crest feathers back as he stifled his annoyance and tried to think on the brighter side of things, such as the pleasure he felt that the pair about to go aloft had finally decided to solidify their relationship.

It’s certainly not that I wish I were there with Barosha. He thought firmly, and gave a subtle shiver at the idea of trying to court the rather strong willed female. It’s only that I would rather not spend a perfectly lovely evening on my own.

Barosha and Gyralen had been his mentors ever since they had come to this remote outpost with his partner Qirrl and his trondi'irn. They knew everything there was to know about the area and had insisted that they remain for several weeks after he had first arrived as their relief. He had learned about the best hunting areas, the old ruins that needed a human with clever hands to unearth them, and they had even outlined the weather. He had known both of them from his early days and admired Gyralen a great deal. The male was a sharp witted creature and a powerful flyer, constantly setting new records that many boasted might one day rival the great Skandranon’s. He was well matched with his mate and he was happy for them, but he would have been happier if his partner had been another gryphon. Preferrably a female.

Both of them had told him that they planned on having a mating flight above the outpost, especially because they had enjoyed their time here. It was where they had fallen in love, a romantic sentiment, but one that left him feeling the press of the sexually charged magic. If they had simply decided to have a simple romp together he wouldn’t have cared, they had done it countless times in the past week, but the fertility magic that quickened them was another matter entirely. He tightened his shields and tried to ignore the thrum of it pressing against him as he picked up his pace and saw the edge of the outpost ahead of him. Qirrl was sprawled out sleeping on the front steps, the calf sized wolf-like kyree wasn’t even twitching an ear at the magic, but why would he? Neuters were devoid of desire.

I don’t envy him, but it would be nice. He clicked his beak sharply and sighed to himself, giving his feathers another shake. Stupid bird, stop feeling sorry for yourself.

The next six months he would be here on his own, he wasn’t feeling sorry for himself. He was simply distraught that he finally realized that there would be no female company here. White Gryphon was days away by flight and the only time he would be able to even get a glimpse of female companionship was when the Gate opened for supplies. There was no way a mage would open a Gate twice in one day simply to slake his desire. He hadn’t thought six month seemed that long a time to be out on his own with a genial kyree and a clever human, but now it was stretching on endlessly. The magic hit him again, making him suck in a breath as it began to work itself higher, putting pressure on his shields. He locked himself down and sternly tried to get his body in control.

“You look as if you have a sour crop.” Springfeather called out to him as he padded through the outpost with an eye to the aerie that had been set up for him.

“It isss nothing.” He trilled, clacking his beak together a few times. “I am ssssimply out of sssorrrtsss. They arrrre getting worrrrked up.”

His trondi'irn gave a slight grimace and smile in sympathy while he nosed the door open, stepping into the modified cave that served as the aerie. It was very like his home in White Gryphon, except that the back wall opened up into a small cliff face that rested above the river. The sun streamed in brightly as he gave his tail a few lashes and refolded his wings. He could have taken a flight to clear his head, but from the feel of the spell building, he knew that the pair would be setting to wing soon and he really didn’t need to be aloft when they started dancing. He would only feel as if he were spying. So he dropped down onto his stomach with a flop, feeling the cool stone along his undercarriage with a bit of relief as he heard foot steps coming behind him as Springfeather followed.

He had been surprised and elated that she had decided to join him out here, especially since he had been prepared to spend his time without proper hands to help him. She had told him that she had recently left a lover and it hadn’t been exactly clean, which meant out here she had time to heal from old hurts and he would move on as well without any further drama. She worked well with him, certainly friendly enough to suit his purposes and since he was the first charge she had had, she was eager to please and learn. Her apprenticeship over, she was ready to make a name for herself. Saralen was happy to help her and was delighted to find out that she was talented with feather painting and grooming. She had already promised to pattern his feathering to match the fall colors coming up.

Not that there is anything wrong with my current feathers. He thought and gave her a slight look as she came up beside him. She could do with some decorating herself.

Her dark black hair was shorter than most humans liked to wear it, but the chin length raven black hair did look quite lovely to him. She had braided a few feathers through it and crystals that chimed musically as she padded alongside him. She was dressed in utilitarian colors as she normally did, her only real spot of color came from a sash she wore around her waist. She was like a drab little female song bird, hardly able to compete with the gaudier males. Her face was a study of sympathy as he resisted the urge to swat a pillow out front of his lair. He was being dramatic and he knew it, but the magic was making parts of his body respond, leaking through his shields just enough to cause him to adjust his haunches.

“I wish they had waited until they’d set off for White Gryphon.” Springfeather commiserated with him. “I thought I felt something.”

“They arrre jussst sssstarrrting.” Saralen ground his beak a bit and ruffled his crest feathers lightly, tipping his ear tufts forward as the human moved a hand out to caress the length of his feathers.

“Well, I suppose it’s fitting that they do it here, Gyralen said that they never would have found one another if they hadn’t been assigned here.” She murmured and he sighed out as the fingers duck down into his feathering. “I can always wake up Qirrl and we can go scouting afield.”

“Let him ssssleep. He will only teasssse me forrrr alwayssss being in sssseasssson.” He closed his eyes as the fingers pushed beneath the outer feathers and began work at the soft skin just beneath them.

He hadn’t balked at having her come with him in the least bit, most especially for the clever hands that worked through his plumage and pushed downwards along the nape of his neck. He relented and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations of the fingers rubbing beneath the soft thick down while she crouched down close to him. Her touch was quite delicate, but just forceful enough that he groaned out and tipped his head to one side. She was smiling a little bit as he tilted his head almost upside down to try and get her fingers pressed in as deep as they could go. She obliged him by working down towards the base of his neck, causing him to rouse his feathers up slightly.

“I can work on your feathering, I have my paints unpacked and I’m pretty sure I know a good coloration.” She suggested, leaning in against him so that she could reach him more easily.

“Rrrrr orrrr you can continue that.” He rumbled and closed his eyes a bit more, letting himself relax into the scritches. “It isss quite lovely.”

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Springfeather twitched her lips in a slight smile, obliging her charge as he rested against her and made sure that she was running down to either side of his neck feathers. Saralen’s grey and white feathers trapped the heat beneath them, radiating upwards at what would be a fever for a human. She savored the warmth of him as she settled herself down, watching as his eyes slowly slid shut and his feathering roused up making his beak partially disappear into the soft down. Some of the tension drained from him as she exerted the smallest amount of energy to coax heat into his muscles as she worked them. It wasn’t much, just a bare caress that had his wings relaxing against his back and the soft rumble trill from deep in his throat. He lowered his head towards his forelegs and she could feel the press of his mood lightening under her ministrations.

She had spent a great deal of her early life around gryphons. When she was young, it had been a matter of course that she spent her time in the Nursery with the rest of the Guard’s children and her playmates had all been a mixture of species’. It was natural that she had decided she wanted to be a trondi'irn when she grew up, but this was the first time she had been given exclusive care over one of the gryphons. She had spent most of her time helping her mentor and learning the complex anatomy of gryphons. She knew how to heal them and how to care for them, she knew their ailments and what things might upset their sensitive digestion. She could paint feathers and sharpen talons, she could do any number of things for them that they couldn’t handle on their own.

Which means I shouldn’t be this nervous. She thought and tried to take comfort in the sweet musky scent of gryphon that came from the roused feathers. I know what I’m doing, but still…

Saralan was a perfect partner for her, even the Silver Gryphon’s commander had commented on it. He was a relatively young drake that was as easy going and genial as any of his kind. He had a wicked sense of humor and had a fondness for books that she had been warned about before they had set out. Most of what he had packed had been books and various scrolls, while his partner Qirrl had laughingly told her that the gryphon had picked the kyree’s mind of every bit of history he could drag away. The goshawk patterned gryphon was as bold and handsome as a jaybird with vibrant eyes that would have been disturbing had it not been for the glint of humor.

Her thoughts shifted as her stomach dropped slightly, her cheeks warmed in a flush as she felt the tell tale caress of magic radiating over the air. It was an unseen ripple that flowed down the line of her back and for a moment made her tense up, her fingers flexing convulsively into the thick neck feathers. She slammed her shields up from where she had lowered them to coax the male into relaxing his muscles. It had been a taste of the raw edge of the fertility spell that was being woven and coming to a crescendo between the two gryphons. She felt the heat rising to her ears as she blocked it out. She’d forgotten how potent the spells could be to more than simply a gryphon in range.

No wonder he’s in such a mood. She thought trying to hide her reaction as Saranel turned his head slightly to glance at her. Maybe he isn’t overreacting.

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Saranel shifted his weight, the movement adjusting a little bit as he felt the tip of his cock starting to slip open from the smooth lightly feathered vent that ran between his haunches. He couldn’t stop it from happening anymore than he could entirely ignore the flare of magic surrounding the area. His beak parted a little bit as he felt the fingers working through the nape of his neck and the sensitive feathering there. It was an incredibly intimate caress caused a warm shiver to run down the line of his back as he parted his eye when the fingers flexed down a little too tightly for comfort. The effects of the spell must have been reaching the trondi'irn given the fact that she briefly looked stunned.

In the light of his lair she looked rather appealing for all that she was human. The light made her features more angular, not truly raptorial, but just sharp enough to make him take notice as she belatedly worked her fingers again. Her long hair framed her face like two raven wings, curling down towards the line of her chin, her blue eyes slightly unfocused. If she had been a female his life would have been perfect. She was certainly friendly enough that he had no doubt that if she boasted wings they would have been surging up into the sky together with little waiting. She would be something light, perhaps a gyrfalcon, something swift enough to be a challenge.

The male found himself seeing her as another female, toying with what her feathering might look like or the soft edge of her head. His body responded to his thoughts readily as he debated about how she might approach him if she had been a female. His curved shaft slipped out of it’s opening, pushing outwards further by the moment and the sweet scent of his musk began to grow stronger as he shifted his weight back and forth subtly. Her fingers slipped upwards and ran along his ear tufts and he rumbled a low purr of pleasure, wishing those fingers had been the hard edge of a beak nibbling against him. His forepaws flexed against the ground, thoughtlessly raking markings onto the floor of home.

If she were a female, oh what a lovely six months it would be. He clicked his beak a little as she moved down to the nape of his neck again, the fingers squeezed at just the right angle that his eyes glazed slightly. Though, her hands are quite clever….

“Oh that issss lovely.” He tilted his head backwards a little, flashing his eyes as she moved.

“Perrrrhapsss you might be interrresssted in a prrrroperrrr grrrooming?”

“Proper grooming?” Springfeather’s voice a little roughened, he knew that she must be affected, they were nearly right below the mated pair. “So you’d like me to get my dyes?”

“Dyessss?” He widened his eyes in mock confusion and concern, turning his head back slyly.

“What do dyessss have to do with a prrrroperrrr grrrooming?”

“Well.. I can get my brushes.” She answered and her hand stilled along the nape of his neck. “Brrrusshesss?” He turned his head all the way around to peer at her. “Did you neverrrr give a rrrreal grrrrooming?”

“Yes..” Her eyes flickered a little uncertainly and he parted his beak in a gryph-grin, lifting his head up higher as he felt another pleasant shiver run down his back. “I’ve groomed you several times, you know.”

“Ahhh but that issss a sssssimple grrrrooming, not the morrrre intimate sssstyle.” Salaren adjusted his hips again, feeling the warmth spreading along his haunches, watching as she blinked in a bit of confusion. “Afterrrr all, ssssurrrrely with magic in the airrrr a prrrroperrrr grrrrrooming might be enjoyable forrrr usssss both?”

She was not a slow person, he knew that, her eyes suddenly widened a little and there was a flush that turned her cheeks a deep red as understanding of what he was asking dawned on her. He kept his look as casual as possible as she stammered something, it wasn’t quite intelligible, but it wasn’t an outright refusal. He ruffled up his neck feathers as he shifted his weight so that he was fixated on her as the redness travelled down the curve of her neck. He was always delighted at how humans blushed, it was much more than a slight hint of color, it was a vibrant show of her thoughts. He felt the magic swirling around him, a throb that made his heart naturally beat faster while she moved her hands away and finally seemed to collect herself.

“You mean, ahh… not just brushing or oiling your feathers?” She said after a long pause and clicked his beak together lightly.

“Of courrrrssse. It issss conssssiderrrr a grrreat meassssurrre of trrrussst.” He answered with a sly smile on his beak. “I am sssurrrprrrisssed you have neverrrr been apprrrroached beforrrre! You arrre a ssssingularrrrly sssstrrrriking human!”

“Thank you.” Springfeather answered, her cheeks still a deep red while he heaved himself up into a sitting position. “But.. I mean… You’re a gryphon!”

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Springfeather felt the heat pounding in her cheeks from a mixture of the em barrassment and the caress of the magic curling around her shields. She felt stunned at the suggestion Saralen was making, and a bit slow as she puzzled through exactly what he meant. It wasn’t that she was shocked at the flirtatious attitude of the male, most of the gryphons were overtly sexual creatures and flirting came as easy as breathing. No, it was the fact that there was a serious edge to his suggestion, for all the world as if it were a normal thing. When he stood up slowly she caught the rich sweet scent of him on the air, slightly stronger as he regarded her with the large red eyes. The way he stood up made her realize that he was quite shamelessly flashing parts of his undercarriage that she otherwise wouldn’t have been looking at.

His under feathering was a pale soft dove grey mixed with white, creating a pale backdrop for the deep red length to be shown off as a few inches jutted out from the parted vent. Gryphon’s didn’t have external testes, one of the many reasons they required a spell to ensure their fertility. Their body heat was too high to create viable sperm so some of the magic of the mating spell was to cool the male’s core temperature. It also meant that the smooth aerodynamic underside created a backdrop that showed off the glistening tip that was emerging. There was no hiding it and her eyes were naturally drawn to look at him as he casually spread his haunches to display himself.

“Sssso?” He responded to her protest. “Therrrre arrre wayssss, afterrrr all, werrre you not trrrrained to be inventive?”

“W-well yes.” She stammered, and she felt a surge of the magic sliding over her, making her stomach tighten.

“Then we ssshall be inventive.” Saralen tilted his head, his brilliant red eyes were faintly unfocused with his desire, desire that was rapidly showing beneath his belly. “I ssshould be happy to help educate you if you arrre willing.”

The last few words came a bit deeper, his voice was a low rumble that made the feathers shiver as he leaned in and came in closer. The sweet scent was filling her senses. She had always loved it, it was a mixture of spice and sweetness that was almost intoxicating and it was stronger now. It wasn’t just the natural scent of the gryphon, but the alluring mixture that was rising from the lustful state into something that worked with the edge of the spell that flustered her. The distraction kept her from building up the defenses she normally would have put in place to block it out. She didn't know what to say to him, the suggestion wasn't something she had been prepared for and he made no hint that he was teasing her with the suggestion. The seriousness of his flirting was plain to see in the stance he took and none of her training prepared her for how to deal with it.

Certainly Redfire would have warned her about this if it were a common thing. Her mentor had been around gryphons all his life and he had plainly told her what to expect with her new role. She had helped her care for minor ailments all the way to a gryphon who had had his guts nearly hanging out after a mage-born creature had attacked. She knew that she was ready for this, but now she was watching as Saralen seemed almost baffled that she was leaning back on her knees instead of approaching him. His crest feathers roused and he leaned in closer, bringing with him the heat of his body, her eyes swept down towards the twitching length that was rubbing along the line of the lower belly. It was growing larger, thicker, showing the impressive swell of the base growing larger as it pushed free and the blood gorged the weighty length.

“Redfire never taught me anything about that..” She finally admitted as she moved a hand out, smoothing her hand down the broad feathered neck and shoulders. The touch sent an electric thrill through her as the large male rumble his approval and leaned into her hand. “He would have told me and taught me, wouldn’t he?”

“He isss a male and olderrrr, issss he not?” Saralen offered logically and slid his beak along her upper arm until he closed his beak over her shoulder and let out a bone shaking purr. “You arrre female and lovely and young, arrrre not humansss embarrrassssed easssily by sssuch things?”

He would know...wouldn't he? She thought and then shivered as the large foreclaw reached up to slide along her hip and drew her in closer. Or would he? It wouldn't be the first case that one gender hid something from the other. I'm sure female gryphons aren't so... bold in their attentions.

Her thoughts muddied as the hold on her shoulder squeezed, pulling her forward so that Springfeather had to move her hands out to sink into the chest feathers as the gryphon pulled him in close. The warm breath puffed against her shoulder and downwards as her fingers curled into the thick underfeathers. She could almost feel the interest coming from him as the beak flexed firmly against her shoulder and then released to rub the smooth edge against her neck. The warmth of his body was intimately close, it was radiating from him slid over her as he kept his foreclaw curled along her hip and gave a flex and caress. It wasn't just a simple friendly caress and that made her shiver, her body feeling flushed and warmed as the spell began to beat harder against her shields. It was happening quickly, and it was clear that Saralen wasn't joking with her or idly flirting, he was obviously working himself up into mating prime with her in his sights.

She was out of her depths for the first time since she'd left her mentor. She knew all about the randiness of gryphons and how freely they spread their affections among themselves, but she had never thought about this. Was it so far fetched that their attentions spread to other species'? He certainly seemed to know what he was doing as his curled toes kept his talons from pricking her as he caressed the feel of silk and leather against the line of her back, making her breathing come a bit faster. The warm erotic scent and feel of the feathers stroking against her body worked against her as she plunged her fingers to caress the hot soft skin beneath the down, rubbing firmly and sidling in closer despite her confused thoughts. It was oh so easy to succumb to the confident touch of the gryphon on her body.

“Herrre, I will help.” He said as he rubbed his beak up to slide through her hair lightly before stepping back.

“Ahh..” She started to say something, but the words stopped as he dropped down easily onto his side and tilted his head up at her.

He was shameless as he rolled, spreading himself out and stretching his full length so that he displayed himself with the full swollen length curled along his stomach. His breathing was coming faster, she saw his chest rising and falling while she looked down him and stared at the quivering twitching tip. The precum was welling up and glossing the tip, the curve and arch of the spire glassy smooth and far larger than any human man. The pose should have been laughable with him on his back like a cat sunning his stomach, but it wasn't laughable. It made her feel a flash of hot desire that she had never experienced when thinking about a male of another species. His head tilted down invitingly and she found herself drawn toward him naturally. She shifted closer, sliding a hand along his chest with a caress that caused him to release an approving trill.

Springfeather felt a pleasant shiver run down the line of her back as she slid her fingers through the thick chest feathers as she came closer. He welcomed her with a parting of his beak and reached out to smooth the hard edge down the line of her back. He used the wickedly hooked beak right against the underside of her shirt as she came in quite close, sliding her fingers down to where the feathering grew softer and more like fur beneath her finger tips. The talons curled against her lightly as he crooned out his encouragement and she felt the world suddenly shake around her. The spell had to have been finally finished, she could feel the sexually charged energy so strongly that she felt as if she could cut through it with a touch. The rich mixture of male and gryphon filled her nose and thoughts as she watched his curved length flexing against his belly.

The little leap in her throat allowed her to taste her own heartbeat as the embarrassment was washed away in the light touch of the gryphon’s mind and emotions upon her own. They were as honest and expressive in those emotions as they were in all else, and she felt his desire like a great weight on her. It fed her own as she moved her hands down and swept against his stomach while his forelegs closed around her and drew her in close. He was clever with them, not moving so quickly as the startle her, but she was drawn in tight to him as she was neatly presented with his full quivering length. The wetness trailed and caught on his feathers, darkening them until they matted down flat against his skin. The delightful run of his foreclaws against her body kept her roused as she slid her fingers down to briefly touch the tip of his length.

“Oh yessssss…” He nipped her hip lightly at the touch, encouraging her with an eagerness that made her slide her fingers down with a little more confidence. “That issss perrrrfect.”

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Saralen shivered at the light touch of fingers wrapping around his shaft, closing around it with just enough pressure that he crooned his approval. He let his shielding relax, reaching out to her to share his rousing passion with her as she allowed him to draw her in against his body. She was quite lovely, her reaction to him flattering as he moved his toes to curl along her covering. Humans wore such articles constantly which allowed them to show a range of various colors, one of the few things he was quite envious of as a rule. He would have loved to change his feathering for different days and moods, but for now it was an irriation as he wanted more from her. He carefully used his toe talons to hook into the band of her pants and drew it downwards as fingers clasped around the tip of his glistening girth and slid downwards. He rolled his hips forward, feeling the way that they danced against him delicately, slipping further down towards the hefy spread of her base. The fingers caressed delicately, giving a gentle contraction and pulled them upwards that had him arching his hips forward, feeling the slippery precum smearing over her fingers.

He dragged against her pants, using the agile toes to move and shift them down lower as Springfeather let out a soft noise. It was a delightful whimper that was very unlike the noises that another gryphon would make and that only caused him a surge of desire for those differences. He knew that the pair above them had to be aloft, he could feel the magic beating around him and he simply embraced those desires while he pulled her pants downward to reveal the sweep of her vulnerable tanned skin. He rubbed his beak against her bared rump while her fingers danced down to where his internal testes rested, massaging them so that he gave a trembling roll and roused his feathers. She didn’t stop him as he pulled his pants downwards, his foreclaws flexing until she arched and wriggled in a particular shift, helping to slide them down her legs with a gasp.

“Goddess…” She gasped and let him drag the pants from her entirely, rubbing the beak against the smooth plump rump cheeks.

Saralen was quite delighted with the feel of the smooth skin against him, his hind legs spread open wider as he rolled his hips forward against his trondi'irn. She was caressing him with a delicate run of the fingers that moved to grasp around his base. The kneading squeeze made his length begin to twitch slightly as he curled one of his large foreclaws in along her inner thighs and spread her legs slightly. She was so exotically different from another gryphon, her soft pink mound was bared easily between her legs he nosed his beak between them with a little trill of interest. The glistening wetness could be seen, her scent earthier than her own and made him explore with a light press forward that rubbed the rounded curve of his beak just beneath her mound.

The wetness coated against the hard bill and he deliberately used the broad topside of his beak to grind up along her plump folds. His heart reached that pattern that was oh so familiar when he was in the throws of desire. Normally it was that leap in his chest that sent him aloft chasing some lithe lovely female, but this time he remained grounded and concentrated on the sleek featherless partner that arched with a short cry. He felt a breath against the tip of his cock, the heat spreading over the edges as she moved in closer between his hind legs. He wished he could simply enjoy her the way he would any female, but she was so much smaller than him that he contained the urge to talk her into straddling his lower belly, instead he began to explore her, curling one of his toes so that the knuckle could be used to give a delicate caress. While not perfect, it was oh so sweet.

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Springfeather was caught between embarrassment and pleasure, both sensations building as she cupped the twitching length in her fingers. She had never been so intimate with a gryphon, though she had more than once seen them sporting rather obvious signs of arousal. He was feverishly hot to the touch, the smooth silken flesh glistening wetly from the natural lubricants of his vent. She danced her touch downwards with a massage designed to stimulate him while she had felt her pants being pulled off. Her internal arguments about why she should think better of this were lost in the surge of pleasure that came from his beak caressing her. She spread her legs open a bit wider and shifted, her head leaning forward towards the sweep of the tapered tip, watching a large droplet of precum well up and drool over the edges. She didn’t think as her tongue slipped out, she simply scooped it up with a shiver that ran down her back.

One of the foreclaws rested right against her rump, flexing down with a careful tease of the pads against her while the talons remained withdrawn so as not to hurt her. His beak rubbed right against her outer lips, sweeping back and forth so that her outer lips were spread open and she felt him gliding right along her plump clit. She muffled a short noise while she licked out again, sweeping just under the line of the shaft with a little caress that slipped down lower. Her fingers couldn’t close entirely around the base, he was too thick, but the tip was tapered and she was able to slip her lips over him. The sweet taste of the precum clugn to her senses as she closed her lips around him and felt his hips pumping upwards in answer. She knew the strength in those hindquarters, but he was tempering it to slowly and carefully push the length in deeper.

It spread her lips open steadily, making her flex her tongue under him as she felt the curl of one knuckle push up just between her mound and grind forward. He cause her clit and rubbed against her, causing her hips to jerk in place before she pushed her way backwards against him. She was slick and wet, the arousal clung along the line of the touch as she pushed her lips downwards over the glans and pushed further. The feverish heat was rubbing against her, pushing along the roof of her mouth as she muffled a low groan and pushed her hips up higher. Her stomach was being tickled over with the thick feathering, teasing her while she let out a muffled sound as the knuckle curled again and rubbed her deliberately, the fine scaling of the digit created all new sensations that had her heart beating in her ears. She pushed his lips down further, swallowing along the glistening length that twitched slightly, the throbbing press flushed out another eruption of precum.

It was sweet and viscous, clinging to her taste buds as she swallowed her way down further, feeling the tip slipping back into her mouth. Some part of her wondered at what she was doing, this certainly wasn’t the sort of thing that she had expected to do caring for the gryphon. She still wasn’t entirely positive that this fell within the venue of her care, but she found thoughts against it were harder to puzzle out. Her body was on fire with desire, the need of it building as she felt the way Saralen teased her. He didn’t have fingers or an agile tongue, but he caressed with his knuckle at just the right angle that her hips were pushed up, her wetness glazing over him before she tipped her head too far down. The tip prodded the back of her throat as the thicker base strained her maw open wider. Her breathing came in short bursts, pushing her way down until the tip actually pushed right through to her throat.

His free foreclaw curled along her back, holding her tight as his hips gave another shuddering roll forward, probing deeper, making her work harder to feel the weight of him. Her slick saliva worked down over him, coating in strands before she pulled backwards, withdrawing with a smooth caress that caused him to hiss out a sound of pleasure. She felt the heat of his breath against her as he crooned out and shivered, his hips giving another thrust, rolling back and forth before she started to pull back again. His groan rang in her ears before she rocked back against his fisted foreclaw, grinding herself upon him with a shudder. She could feel his pleasure, it was sweeping over his mind, generously shared as she worked all the way back until just her tongue was lapping against the cock tip.

She pushed forward again, sliding her fingers up along the stiff twitching length, feeling the heat spreading over her touch as she lavished attention with her tongue tip. She danced back and forth, her heart pounding in her ears as she lost her doubt and sense of shame. The gryphon had always been a source of delight to her, the feel and scent, the sounds and presence, but now it was taken to new places. She rocked back and felt him responding to the echoes of her pleasure by using the curve of his knuckle to run back and forth along her clit. She was growing slicker by the moment, his rubbing touch keeping her on edge. She pushed her mouth down again, swallowing the stiff girth, feeling her lips straining open around him. She had to work to swallow him down, every shift of the hips worked with her as she worked down to the point that she was barely able to breathe.

She used her tongue to caress him, the delicate touch growing more confident as he responded with pleasure to her. He arched and turned, rolling himself and dragging her with him using his foreclaw. Before Springfeather could stop him, she was rolled onto his chest and stomach, her legs spread to either side of his feathered chest so she faced the length pushing into her maw. She shivered as the soft feathering caressed every intimate part of her loins, causing her breathing to speed up rapidly. She shifted her hips, arching higher before she pushed down and felt the length of the tip pushing further into her throat. The contractions closed down and squeezed, tasting the heat and wetness and the lovely musk of the gryphon was intoxicating and making it difficult to think.

“Rrrrr oh yessss, that issss excatly right.” Saralen groaned and rolled his hips up higher, the hind legs were splayed open wider, displaying himself until her hands slipped down, tracing the slight bulges of his hidden testicles.

He was shaking beneath her and she felt a surge of magic over her. It was a mixture of shared pleasure ripping through her with the spell, it made every touch all the more erotic. Her skin felt flushed and swollen while she pushed her lips down further, stretching her lips open wide as she neared his base. She couldn’t take him all, he was too large, too long, the strange curve that ran over his length dipped far down along her throat before she pulled back with a gasp. Her hips gave a buck, rolling forward wildly before she paused again. Her eyes squeezed shut, riding out the moment of pleasure that surged over her, building on it as the gryphon taunted and teased her. His beak lightly nipped her rump, not hard enough to be painful, but just another sensation running through her as she gave a push backwards.

The trondi'irn felt an urge that she didn’t examine too closely, a sudden desire to turn on his chest and push herself back onto the smooth glistening length. She drew her lips backwards, only a few inches before she closed down again. The roll of the knuckles caused her to jump in place, pushing backwards with a powerful roll of her hips. The trembling movement started to build up as she squeezed her eyes shut. She fell into the sensation of heat and fire, the shared pleasure of the drake who’s shaft began to thicken. The curve of the cock became more pronounced inside of her mouth. It was designed to hold him inside of the female while they were on the wing and mating, and now all she could think about was how lovely it would feel pushed inside of her. It was a thought that the gryphon shared with her, his own desire to give her just that sensation.

Springfeather let out a muffled cry as she pushed down, his hips crested up to meet her as the toes closed down against the line of her back and held her firm. The press between her legs was enough to make her hips hold still, hiking upwards, shuddering before the first hot rush erupted inside of her maw. The stream of seed was feverishly hot, pouring onto her tongue and flushing inwards. It was far thicker than anything she had ever tasted from another human, it was coating her taste buds with the salty sweet taste and left her working her mouth around him. Every contraction of her tongue suckled the length into her maw, the ropes flinging in deeply while the haunches shuddered and rocked against her. He didn’t jam the length into the back of her throat, he rolled himself in and out while trilling out a sound of pleasure beneath her. She felt his stomach muscles bunching and relaxing, shaking slightly as she swallowed down a breath.

She pulled her lips back, dragging them free with a wet sound that made her cheeks flush red. Her entire body was shaking slightly, her breathing came a bit faster as she licked her lips and gulped down a breath. The tip was drooling out messily on the feathers as she felt Saralen go limp under her, his chest rising and falling rapidly with pleasure while the paw pressed against the small of her back. She could feel him purring, the heat of his body radiated against her while his beak rested right along the bare curve of her ass. The flush wouldn’t leave her face as she licked her lips and tasted the mixture of wetness clinging to her lips.

“Well… was that a proper grooming?” She managed to ask, her voice shaking slightly as the paw flexed along the curve of her back, resting against her shoulders.

“Oh yessss.” Saralen answered, his voice vibrating beneath her as his spent cock softened and drew back along the finely feathered sheath. “I am sssurrre that you will be an apt pupile in grrrooming. Thissss issss only the firrrssst lessson afterrr all.”

“First lesson?” She lifted her head, flustered as she glanced back to see his beak parted open in a cocky gryph-grin.

“Of courrrssse, I did not rrrreturrrn yourrrr favorrrr. And I sssshould be happy to pay my debtssss, once I am ssssurrrre it will be only pleassssurrrre forrrr you.” He winked broadly and she felt dizzy as her ears reddened. “Forrr now, I am too much of a challenge to trrreat you asss a prrroperrr hen, but ssssoon…”

Oh bright Goddess…. He’s talking about.. Springfeather’s thoughts ground to a halt somewhere between mortified embarrassment and interest. She wondered, what would that delightful curve feel like pushed inside of her?