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Mikhail checked his map as his mare Oceras kept a brisk pace in the winding mountain trails heading towards a remote cliff overlooking a lush valley. He knew he had to be at his destination soon, because he could see the valley in the distance and if he wasn't nearly there then he feared he may have taken a wrong turn at some point, which would not bode well for his image in the Queen's eyes.

Life in Arrenthen had changed drastically over the past three years of Mikhail's life. After the Epicelian wide conflict regarding the purple gems that had come from the sky, the leaders of the three nations all got together so sign a truce to dispose of the gems and never let them resurface. Ambassador Ceylon used her immense magic to temporarily nullify the crystals and fly them to the depths of the ocean, where they were never to be seen again.

In the aftermath of that potential bloodbath, Mikhail had stepped up to further prove his worth to his queen by running errands, operating as a mediator, and going on diplomatic missions to the far corners of the nation on her behalf.

On this fine day, he was on his way to the mountain range to the west of the capitol that functioned as a border between Arrenthen and Tehgol. There, locals in a mining town had been cut off from their source of income as an aggressive gryphon had taken up residence near the mines where they harvested various metals needed to press coins and make weapons. According to the report on the dispute thus far, this gryphon had arrived at a nearby plateau with a lake and a waterfall, but the territory he claimed overlapped with the path to the mine and part of the quarry, which gave him the authority in his mind to attack workers who got too close.

Mikhail's job was to mediate the situation by offering this gryphon a treaty on behalf of the queen. His diplomacy skills were going to be put to the test, as he had the solution in hand but was still going to have to convince the gryphon that he was legitimate and sincere. He also had to sell the solution to this gryphon, as it did require an agreement on his part that included work in exchange for the land.

This was not going to be a fun trip for Mikhail. He knew he possessed the diplomacy skills needed to foster goodwill between the crown and the gryphon, but the reports had made it very clear that the attacks bestowed upon 'trespassers' were quite brutal and he had no desire to trigger such a vicious act. Mikhail had endured enough abuse at the hands of his keepers before being bought and given his freedom by Talba and Vaulix, he didn't wish to be thrust again into the hands of an abuser.

The most poignant bit of information - and the tip that carried the most weight to Mikhail - was that Ceylon had encountered this gryphon before. As it turned out, this gryphon named Dionysus was wingless due to an old battle injury, but that made him even more powerful as a terrestrial creature. Without the power being stored in his wings, he had spent years building up the muscle in his legs and torso, thus making him a deadly hunter and even more deadly opponent.

However, despite Ceylon warning of Dio's immense strength, she had also given Mikhail the key to pacifying this gryphon. As it turned out, Dionysus had a weak spot for female gryphons, female horses, and submissive partners, which was precisely why Mikhail had decided to ride on Oceras for the duration of the trip. The plan, as coy as it seemed, was to use an in-heat Oceras to distract and appeal to Dio while Mikhail offered what he had come to offer.

Perhaps it was a touch abusive towards Oceras, or would have been if that mare didn't get horny beyond belief with an insatiable pussy every time she returned to her female form. The equine had been blessed - or cursed - by a gender swapping cycle, and every time she returned to her female form she experienced estrus as if it was her first one. This made her lift her tail every time she felt a stiff breeze upon her haunches, as her vulva seemed to be perpetually soaked in her arousal.

This could have been a problem, but Mikhail loved her attention and was happy to stand behind her on a rock every time they paused to eat. In his mind, he had earned his equine dessert as well as the meal he cooked upon an open fire, and Oceras remained perpetually receptive to his every advance, so he felt it was practically his duty to cater to his needs. Talba insisted on him doing his duty that way.

Mikhail had no interest in displeasing his queen or king, so he pleasured that mare every day.

"Why is this taking so long?" he asked himself as he looked on the map again, glancing up and down to compare rock formations and the lay of the land to make sure he was in the right place. Given the unique outcropping and the cliff that arched over the pathway, he felt like he should be getting close, but so far there were no examples of a gryphon, a mine, a quarry, or a village anywhere. "Could someone at least walk by me or something?" He asked, then lightly tugged on Oceras' holster, as if the world was going to grant him that.

Nothing came, so he lightly heeled at her and got her to move forward again, her hooves clopping on the stone and gravel of the pathway as they continued up the mountain and through the arch of the cliff above them.

Another hour passed, so Mikhail leaned back and grabbed some of his jerky from Oceras' saddle bags, opting to chew on it in lieu of stopping for another campfire break. Time was not on his side and he wanted to have this dealt with in time to get back to the foothills of the mountain before sun down. There was a nice village there where he could pay to park his mare and get a good night's sleep.

Higher and higher he climbed through the winding mountain path, encountering forks in the road at nearly every turn before he started to question if he had somehow gone too far and had completely missed his destination. Another look on the map told him with certainty that he had not.

By the map's instructions, he was on the last leg of his journey. Had he taken that last form in the other direction, he would be heading straight to the mining village that used the quarry for excavating the metals. He silently congratulated himself on his tenacity as he spurred Oceras on.

Farther up the path, he finally saw some evidence of a mining community in the form of a dozen empty wheelbarrows and abandoned carriages strewn about either side of the pathway, lining it in the ditches. This distracted Mikhail enough that he was unaware of the threat that lie above him.

While glancing down at what appeared to be a single green gem, Mikhail was tackled off his mount with enough force to knock Oceras off her feet and onto her side, her saddlebags spilling charts and food rations all over the path as Mikhail and the unseen assailant rolled in the gravel. In that brief moment, he lost his equilibrium and had the wind knocked out of his chest, only recovering some semblance of order when he was slammed on his back with powerful talons on his chest and wrapped over his shoulders.

He coughed as the dust from the gravel enveloped him, blinking away the mess to see that, as he had expected, it was Dionysus standing on him, his powerful body pinning him down. Mikhail knew better than to struggle or resist, as he was aware that Dio was likely far stronger and more malicious than he. In an odd way, the sheer power of the beast reminded Miki of his days serving Melvar's lust and the violence that came with that; this was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.

"And who do you think you are, daring to set foot upon my territory without permission?" Dio growled as he leaned in so close that his beak was nearly touching Mikhail's muzzle, a single drip of saliva plopping down on Miki's neck fur.

Mikhail was not the combative type, he did not like to create problems or argue with people because he had been trained that such behavior was met with punishment; this was an instinct he couldn't shake even in his years with Talba and Vaulix. However, this did not mean that he was unable to correct others when they were wrong, and Dio's claim that this was 'his territory' made Miki shake his head in disdain, feeling the need to rectify this misnomer.

"Actually, it's not your territory, this land belongs to the crown and I am here to educate you on your rights as a squatter here." He knew it was sort of a gamble, but didn't really realize how close he'd come to having his throat torn open by this angry feral beast. Only when he gulped did Dio squeeze harder so that his claw tips punctured his skin. "So I wish to seek an audience with you?"

"What makes you think that you have any right to tell me where I can and cannot make my den? You had better start begging me for mercy real quick, because to me you look like enough meat to feed me for a week, and your mare over there..." He paused to sniff the air. "She can keep me busy for at least a month before she-"

"If you'd let me explain, I have good news for you, Dionysus." Miki grunted in resistance, trying his best to look calm and composed while being worried to the point of nausea about the claws that were slowly forcing their way through his fur and into his hide. Though he'd spent years in Arrenthen being taught the value of his self worth and confidence, PTSD can trigger even in the strongest soldiers. His statement seemed to pique the gryphon's curiosity, so he continued. "Th-the queen wishes to b-b-bestow upon you a plot of land here, as in endorsed by the crown and protected as your property, but we need to discuss the terms." He squinted, avoiding eye contact as best he could.

Dio narrowed his eyes and hissed lightly as he pulled his talon off Mikhail's chest, leaving a few tiny spots of blood to form over his shoulder. The black and red gryphon stepped over Mikhail with a dismissive flick of his tail that smacked him in the cheek. "And what are your terms? What is the queen going to do to keep those abominable agens from invading my territory?"

Mikhail rolled to his feet and dusted himself off before walking over to Oceras to grab out an unopened scroll. His mare had remained calm after getting back to all four hooves, as she wasn't the kind to get into fights but didn't seem too spooked to run. "Well, it's not that simple. There's a lot more to be discussed and it does involve some work on your part-"

"I am not going to be forced into taxing myself just so that the queen may exert her dominion over me. I am a proud, honorable gryphon and I will not be subjugated by some posh royal family!"

He cringed and whimpered a bit before building up the confidence to continue. "Yes, yes d-dear. I know. I am well aware of your reputation, but that's why I must politely ask for you to be calm and relaxed for a bit while we discussed the terms of this here treaty. I th-think it would be best if we retired to your den so that we may be in a place that is most comfortable for you." He paused a moment to spread his arms and lower his head. "As you can see, neither I nor my mount here are a threat to you, we're honestly just here to talk and I think that this meeting will benefit you."

Dionysus turned and stood tall, trying his best to look intimidating next to Mikhail, but Miki stood a full two heads taller than he; Dio was strong and compact, but he was not massive compared to Mikhail. "If you insist. Tell me, messenger boy, what is your name? It appears you already know mine, yet you have not divulged your own. It seems that the best way to engender trust between us is to not keep secrets."

Mikhail nodded and put the scroll back in Oceras' saddle bags before stepping forth with a hand reached out to shake like he would another biped or a dog. "The name's Mikhail, sir. Mikhail Alkaev, and I am glad to see you no longer wish to kill me. Takes a whole load off my chest. You know, you could of course still end me in your den and nobody would ever know, but I would like to request you not do that, as it would certainly attract the attention of the Queen, who wants to see me back with your signature on-"

"You talk too much." Dio interrupted, rolling his eyes and turning to head down one of the many forks in the road leading to the quarry. "Come. If you wish to talk, we shall do it by my den where we can share a meal and..." He paused to glance over to Oceras. "And each other's company, but I do not wish to hear your blathering maw spouting out nonsense befitting a coward. Speak to me with honor and dignity or don't speak to me at all." He didn't stop moving as he spoke, leading Mikhail and Oceras up the path to the plateau he called his territory.

Not wanting to risk triggering the gryphon's rage a second time, Miki nodded briskly and hopped back up onto Oceras, spurring her on to follow the path to the territory in question, quickly learning that the plateau was very high in the mountains and that the pathway there was quite steep.

Dio guided Mikhail and Oceras through the dense foliage of the mountain to emerge into an open cove surrounded on all sides by tall white-faced cliff dotted by ferns and shrubs. The plateau was, as the map had suggested, large and open overlooking the valley below while a waterfall cascaded into a lake that fueled a stream that turned into another waterfall over the escarpment. The entire cove between the green-blue lake and the chalk-white was dense with vegetation, both tall tropical trees and thick foliage in the underbrush, both of which combined to make the trip to the gryphon's lair all the more ominous.

"Quite the beautiful territory you've claimed for yourself." Mikhail complimented, trying his best to make small talk and appease the gryphon's dominant behaviour. "Do you get a lot of hens?"

"I get as many partners as I desire." Dio responded while glancing back at Miki, his body remaining low to the ground to best sneak around. "My mating habits aren't any of your concern at this time." Mikhail had no idea why he had to be sneaky in his own home, but it did make him cautious about what might lie ahead.

Miki nodded and gulped heavily, worried that he'd perhaps upset Dio in some way despite trying his best to not do that. "Oh, I apologize. I just mean, you know, there are a lot of gryphons around these parts and I can imagine it would be an honor to lift tail to a dominant drake such as yourself. Wouldn't it?"

"I'm not sure if you've not noticed, Mikhail, but I lack the wings needed to participate in a traditional gryphon courtship ritual. Now, if you'll stop asking stupid questions, we're here. Now you just need to focus on the task at hand." The three of them emerged into a clearing nestled in between the archway of the cliff with the waterfall, the shore of the lake that the waterfall poured into, and the opening to the cave that Dio most likely called his home. The clearing had inside it a small fire pit.

"I did notice, but I also noticed that hasn't stopped you from making a name for yourself here in these mountains, hidden deep in this cove with what I presume is plentiful game to feed your belly." He smiled and hopped off Oceras, giving her a pat on the shoulder and feeding her an apple before he grabbed his notebook and scrolls from her saddle bags. He did notice that some of the scrolls had been flattened from when Oceras was tackled onto her side, but that didn't affect what was inside them.

Dionysus turned around and sat on the opposite side of the fire pit, his intense golden eyes piercing into Mikhail as he spoke. "So tell me, messenger boy, what deal does the crown have for me that is so good that the queen herself felt confident enough to not deliver it in person? What deal is in those ledgers that will sell me on its own merits and not with a threat of force?"

Mikhail fumbled the scrolls a bit as he searched through them to find the one most relevant to that first question, putting the rest back in the satchel. He cleared his throat and tried his best to speak with authority. "Well, Arrenthen law has a rule for squatters on unclaimed land, citing that if they can lay claim to territory and have it uncontested for one full set of four seasons, then it becomes theirs."

"Then what is the issue?" Dionysus replied, his voice deep and silken with sinister inflection.

After gulping heavily, Mikhail continued. "Well, the issue is that the land you've laid claim to is not uncontested, and in fact at least part of what you've deemed your own was already claimed by the miners of the nearby village. While this cove is something we're prepared to grant you here and now by decree of the crown, your claim over that segment of the pathway and the edge of the quarry is cause for concern. You can't just go about, uh, attacking people while they are working. Not only is it a way to get you in trouble, but it also hurts the crown because we get much of the metals needed for our coin mint from this here mining operation. We can't have that"

"Are you threatening me, Mikhail?" Dio hissed as he got back to all fours and stepped over the fire pit, getting right in the face of Miki to intimidate him. "Because it sounds like you're telling me that I either get dishonored by having a mere four acres of land, or that I'll be forcefully removed from the territory that is rightfully mine." His breath tickled at Mikhail's cheeks as he brushed past.

"N-not at all. I'm only explaining how the law works so we have a base line to work from when I explain the offer the queen is willing to give you." He composed himself and got out another scroll to read from. "Now, the solution could be simple at its heart, but the queen wishes to take it one step further to honor you. See, she doesn't want to bring dishonor to you, just the opposite. Anyway, the crown cannot be clear enough when they say that this mine is incredibly valuable to the nation. If you continue to interfere with the workers in any way, we will be forced to act with force. Nobody wants that. You don't want that, and I certainly don't want that. Most importantly, Talba and Vaulix don't want that either, which is why they are willing to pay you a quarterly subsidy to help protect the quarry and the workers in addition to the territory they are willing to grant you."

"Really, now?" Dionysus hissed again as he wrapped his neck around Mikhail's, squeezing tight as his front talon pressed down on the chimera's upper thigh. "That almost sounds too good to be true. Tell me, messenger boy, what's the catch? There's always a catch with royalty, isn't there?"

Mikhail shuddered against Dio's touch, tensing up as he came to expect a bite or claw that never came. "Well, sire Dio, I've already told you the catch. While the crown is willing to give you your territory and make all of it yours except the path and the north end of the quarry, you will be expected to be a watchful eye over the region, protecting the workers from the threats that emerge in the area, especially at night. You've been here long enough, according to my reports, I'm sure you know about the creatures that can be found in the region."

"Nothing is as dangerous as I am, Mikhail." Dio whispered into Miki's ear. The gryphon sniffed gently at Mikhail's long hair, sampling the scent upon the chimeran messenger.

"Th-that's almost certainly true, Dio, which is why you would be a valuable asset to the crown by offering your services as a watchful eye. Not much would be expected of you, just make sure that the workers get to and from the mine without being hassled by other beasts of the forest, and...and..." He paused as Dio crawled around him, bowels clenching tight as he worried about his safety.

Dionysus circumnavigated Miki and this bag full of scrolls, raking his beak through the fine fur up and down his body as he hissed gently. It was clear he was trying to intimidate Mikhail, but it was also clear he wasn't planning on making a mess out of him. At least not a bloody mess. Again, he turned so that he was facing Mikhail after sniffing the air a few more times, head tilting and eyes closing to concentrate. "I would like to accept your offer, Mikhail, but only under two conditions."

Miki furrowed his brow, preparing himself for an argument he did not wish to participate in. "I believe I've already given you the terms, would you like to read the entirety of the proposed treaty?"

"I'm not talking about the treaty, I'm talking about you. I'll sign the treaty under one condition that must be fulfilled by you." Dio stepped past Miki and pushed his flank against him, finishing by having his long tail curl up to lightly curl around his chin and neck before he spun around and did the same down Mikhail's other side.

The gryphon's behaviour was reminding Mikhail of a male lion or tiger that was prowling for a female. "And what might that be? What do you want me to do to get you to take a better look at our offer? I mean, there's a lot of reading in there and I want you to understand the exact terms of this agreement. I wouldn't want you to sign something not knowing what was to com. That's not my way."

"So you're saying you're more of a hands on messenger, then? I could certainly put that to use, since it's so very remote up here in the mountains." Dionysus stepped back up to in front of Miki, flank facing him with his sheath heavy and thick, the glistening tip of his cock poking out with a single drop of something leaking out the end of it. This pose was very clearly one of dominance, as it was not only one of vulnerability by exposing his flank, but also one of power as he was revealing his growing cock.

"Well, it's not so much that I'm hands on, I just think it's important that you understand."

Dio lunged in close again, standing tall over the sitting Mikhail. "And why is it that you can't just read it to me, messenger boy? Isn't that your job?" He was so close that his breath was making Mikhail's facial fur twitch and tingle.

Mikhail subtly tilted his body to get a proper look at the glistening red cock tip poking out from the black gryphon's sheath, then opened his mouth to explain when he was cut off by Dionysus pouncing on him and pinning him to the ground beneath his heavy body. Again, the gryphon's claws curled and stabbed into his shoulder and the sides of his neck as he squirmed underneath. "Wh-what are you doing, Dio?! This is not how-" Mikhail whimpered as he flailed up and tried to push Dio off him.

While Mikhail was doing that, Dio was grabbing at his arms and wrists, pushing them away as he leaned in to wrap his beak around Mikhai's neck. He missed, allowing Miki to kick out form under the gryphon in an attempt to get away. He only made a few steps while there before being once again pinned - this time on his belly - by Dio once again, this time with a beak wrapped tight around his neck to hold him in place and keep him from getting away.

"Why are you doing this?" He wailed, reaching forth to grab at a nearby fern.

Dio growled aggressively in his ear as he loosened his beak's clamp-like grip on his neck. "Why do you have to smell like that? You don't come into the territory of a mateless gryphon drake smelling like that and not expect to be part of the negotiations." He bit back down again while lowering his hind quarters down onto Mikhails haunches, grinding his emerging cock against the crook between tail and rump cheek through pants.

It was at that moment that Mikhail stopped struggling, as he had figured out what it was that Dio had demanded, and what the gryphon had smelled on him. As he lay pinned in the loose dirt and moss, Miki's mind raced back to the last thing he'd done before embarking upon this diplomatic quest. He, Talba, and Vaulix had enjoyed some intimate time in the queen's chambers, with Talba finishing by squirting her ejaculate all over his chest and belly. He had enjoyed the billowing aroma so much that he opted not to wash before he left, but the scents had long since dissipated beyond his senses.

As it turned out, Dionysus was a bit more sensitive to the scents of a hippogryph mare, and her aroma was still strong enough to trigger his dominance instincts. Though Miki's mind was overflowing with abstract terror, he was easily piecing together what the gryphon had meant when he said he was part of the negotiations.

Ceylon had warned Miki about Dio's sexual appetites, which almost certainly meant that one of the gryphon's terms was that he got to have his way with Miki before signing the documents. The original expectation was that Oceras would bare the brunt of his aggressive mating habits, but in hind sight it was obvious that he would go for Mikhail instead, as Miki would resist and show some fear.

With that revelation in his mind, Mikhail forced himself to roll over onto his back with Dio still clamped tight around his neck. He was able to just barely stare into the gryphon's piercing, steely eyes as he tried his best to look weak and innocent. "If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask, Dio."

The gryphon didn't respond, but instead hissed at Mikhail and slashed at his clothes, talons slashing the fabric to ribbons while not doing a bit of damage to the fur or flesh beneath them. This left Mikhail almost entirely nude aside from a few tiny strands of the fabric that was once his shorts lightly resting upon his groin. One more slash removed all that was left, and Mikhail was completely nude resting on a bed of shredded fabric.

Dio wasted no time once again applying all of his weight onto Mikhail's body in an effort to keep him pinned down, claws and beak digging into him while his hindquarters pressed down against his belly. Dio's sheath could be felt rubbing against Miki's, the slimy tip of his member poking out to smear a thick, musky precum all over Mikhail's belly; this was to claim territory, to spread his scent so he could claim Miki as his own. It was supposed to be an act of sheer dominance, of territorial display, which is why he was so shocked when he felt Mikhai's hands wrapping around his sheath. His reaction said all that was necessary, as his eyes widened, then narrowed as he hissed.

Mikhail's servant instincts took over and he masqueraded fake confidence even as his heart was fluttering. "Look, if you're going to do this, you might as well do it right," He said in a sultry voice as he stroked at Dio's member through his sheath. He cradled and cupped his palm up against the exposed tip, relishing the moisture and heat of it before bringing his hand up to lick up the mess. He wanted to say more, but part of him was afraid that he could trigger Dionysus' more aggressive traits; as long as he kept him appeased, he would sign the agreement.

Rather than respond in a traditional sense, Dio simply leaned down farther so that his beak was almost touching Mikhail's snout, growling as his front talons wrapped around his throat. While he held Miki in place, he lowered his hind legs as far as it would go and arched his back, pressing his entire lower body onto Mikhail's, pinning him in place as he started grinding. His member pumped more of the slimy precum that got forced out the tip alongside the viscous fluid that his shaft secreted to lubricate his member in his sheath. The combined concoction of cock fluids created a thick cloud of gryphon musk that billowed up between them, only to be rubbed and massaged into Miki's fur.

He could feel the squidgy nature of the fluids on his belly and groin, soaking him to the skin in some places while crusting up and moistening him in others. The pungent, earthy scent of it triggered his own instincts farther, turning him on and awakening his cock from his own sheath to join in on the play to rub lightly shaft to shaft with Dio's. Miki wasn't sure if this would annoy or arouse Dio, so he closed his eyes and turned his head, struggling against the talon that was wrapped around his neck, gulping in fear as the feral beast continued to dominate him.

In a further bid to mark Mikhail - because that was what he was doing - Dio stepped forward after releasing his neck, standing tall over Mikhail with his front talons diging into the moss on either side of his head while his member pressed and rubbed against his chest. The motions dispersed the musky concoction all over Miki's chest and neck, which was again supposed to be an act of dominance cut off by Mikhail's reaction.

Though he could have gagged and looked away, or perhaps closed his eyes and just let Dio do whatever he wanted to him, Mikhail went a different route. He knew that this gryphon would be on the prowl for meat to play with, which was one of the reasons he brought Oceras, but Miki was prepared to deal with him as well. Years as a sex slave, being abused, bossed around, and owned by others had given him a naturally subservient attitude even when he was no longer a slave. In his life, he lived only to please others, to make others happy, and to accept pretty much any sexual advances thrust upon him.

That is why, when Dio tried to exert his dominance over him, Mikhail was not intimidated; in fact, he was turned on! Sure, there was that perpetual threat of violence given Dio's reputation as told by Ceylon, and Mikhail couldn't get careless when he was alone hundreds of kilometers away from anyone who could help him, but he wouldn't let his fear get to him. Years in Arrenthen under the tutelage of the king and queen themselves had given him enough confidence to act for himself and take what pleasure he could from his partners even when they were trying to take pleasure from him.

Mikhail's only winning move in this situation was to embrace the gryph's dominance, encourage his aggression, and take every big he could muster. He could be afraid of what might happen, terrified of the lethal potential of his partner, but still do his best to enjoy what he could. As far as Dionysus was concerned, Mikhail needed only to express his subservience, dedicating himself to the gryphon's lust.

Without saying a word, Miki wrapped his hand around Dio's partially exposed cock, stroking up and down the sheath to pump out more fluids as he nuzzled and licked at the tip. The second his tongue touched the flesh of the gryphon's cock, a small spurt of intensely flavored precum spurted into his maw, splattering against his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and everything in between. Though his first instinct was to gag at the bitterness of it, he quickly overcame that and gulped it all down so he could do it again, tongue out to cradle the tip of Dio's cock.

The gryphon hissed and growled, bucking his hips in an attempt to smear his musky concoction all over Mikhail's upper body, but was foiled every time Miki squeezed or rubbed at him, licking and nuzzling his cock or otherwise exposing more of his length. His claws and talons both dug into the ground as he continued to thrust, actively pressing his weight down on Miki time and time again until the chimera was smothered from neck to sheath in a thin film of precum and lube.

All the while, Mikhail kept at him, dutifully rubbing and stroking and licking every chance he got. He tried to offer a bit of a suckle, too, but the angle wasn't exactly working for that. It wasn't until Dio shifted his pose and posture one more time that he had another chance to open his maw and take the cock inside him.

Dio hissed as he took another step forward, this time so that his hind paws were resting on Mikhail's shoulders, claws digging in as if he were perched there as he squatted down. In that position, his cock and balls both started rubbing against Miki's snout and cheeks, with his rump angled in such a way that, if Mikhail twisted his neck just right, he could have extended a tongue to give it attention.

Miki knew that this was all for show, but he didn't want to show his hand too early. Instead, he simply started nuzzling and licking the gryphon's ball sack, squeezing and tugging as gently as he could while he felt the sticky smear of musk and mess all over his muzzle. Every time he gave a squeeze or nuzzle, he felt another spurt of precum burst out onto his face, some of them getting close to his eyes.

In an attempt to keep himself in the dominant position, Dionysus started grinding his crotch down on Miki, loins twitching to squirt bits of the precum all over like a feral would. The slimy mess was meant to lubricate the female, but it also worked to mark said female for future mating. This was a factoid that Mikhail had learned from Ceylon before coming out.

This was not an issue for Mikhail, since he was starting to really get into the action and it was growing increasingly clear to him that Dio - for all his posturing and preening and aggression - really just wanted someone to mate with. He was here, on the mountain by himself with no female gryphons in the region for dozens of kilometers and no wings to take him there. In an odd way, Mikhail felt bad for Dio, so he decided there with gryphon balls draped over his snout that he would give Dio the time of the season. After all, he'd showed up smelling like hippogryph, it was his duty to be diplomatic.

He did know that he should have been dealing with issues regarding the treaty, but he also knew that he could deal with that after they were done. Dio would likely calm down post coitus.

"Hey, would you move back a bit?" Mikhail calmly requested as he wrapped his one hand around Dio's powerful haunches. His attempt to pull had only served to dig the gryphon's claws deeper into his shoulders, a pain that felt all too good to him. Then, to his shock, Dionysus gently release and stepped back so that his feet were on the ground, cradled under arm next to Miki's torso. This was perfect, allowing Mikhail to prop himself up on his elbow, using his other hand to stroke at Dio's sheath and pull it back, fully exposing every barb, ridge, ring, and spine. Up close like that, it was now clear how unique this gryphon truly was.

It was almost as scary as the claws that he possessed.

However, Miki had already committed to what he was trying to offer, and he couldn't say no now so he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base and aimed the tip directly into his maw, closing his lips around it to gently suckle. His tongue cradled and wrapped around the shaft, getting tickled by every writhing, tendril-like spine along its length, a sensation that actually made Miki want to suck even harder.

Such desires were not required, as midway through a powerful bobbing of his head, the gryphon bucked his hip and stabbed him in the back of the throat with an eruption of pre-seed, the musky flavor so intense that it actually did make Mikhail gag. This seemed to only make things worse, as the sudden constriction of his throat seemed to stimulate the gryphon even farther, and Dio quickly bucked again, this time deeper and harder with his one front talon wrapped around Miki's horn to hold him in place.

A lifetime of servitude and abuse had prepared Mikhail for situations like this. While he may have been fighting with his gag reflex, he was able to relax and flex his jaw muscles in such a way that his lips and tongue all wrapped around the gryphon's cock with ease, forming a nice hole for the drake to mount and thrust into repeatedly. He seemed to do quite well, as Dio's motions grew in vigor.

Again and again, the gryphon arched his spine and forced his cock deep into Miki's maw, balls slapping against chin while his member pumped glorious bits of precum directly down Miki's throat, every drop of which got immediately and hungrily gulped down.

In an attempt to get a bit more comfortable, Miki slid between the gryphon's hind legs, propping himself up so that he was on his rump with Dio's member still resting in his maw. He wasn't too keen on being face fucked at that time, though he could enjoy such things on some occasions. He didn't know Dio all that well personally so he wasn't sure if he could be trusted to not smother him or choke him out with excessive vigor and aggression; as such, he felt it best to take at least some control while also making it clear that he was going to service the negotiation even if he wasn't going to be weak.

While in a better position with Dio still standing tall over him brandishing a snarling look towards him, Mikhail again brought both of his hands up to properly pray at the altar of Dionysus. His new position with the extra leverage allowed him to be far more hands-on with his desire to pleasure the gryphon, so he used that extra freedom to get both hands stroking up and down it's length, fingertips teasing at each of the tendrils while his tongue danced in between them. The flavors that were found in every valley and crevasse of Dio's cock had a slightly different flavor to be found, which somehow only turned Miki on even more, as he'd found a new game to keep his tongue working.

All the while, he could practically feel Dionysus' body releasing its tension. The thighs were still bucking time and time again, but he wasn't being as aggressive as before, and his hissing had long since halted. While the fear was still there, dawdling around in the back of Miki's mind - a residual but tangible side effect of the initial pounces and threats - he didn't let it get the better of him. Instead, he used that energy to fuel his more submissive side, the part of him that would better get Dio to sign.

A small part of him resented this situation, as he'd specifically bought Oceras to face the brunt of an aggressively demanding gryphon with a hunger for horses, but the bits of information he'd been given by Ceylon about Dio did say that this was a very clear possibility. In retrospect, he should have cleaned himself off before heading out on his mission.

Had he done that, he could be calmly watching as Dio mounted the mare. The very thought blended with the carnal aggression he was feeling to coax his own member almost fully from his sheath to have a bead of his own precum mixing in with what Dio had left there.

Of course, the more of the musk he smelled and the gentler Dio became as time went on did in fact make Mikhail happy that this had happened this way. With any luck and if he managed to do a good enough job personally pleasuring this gryphon drake, then perhaps any future negotiations would be a cause to send him back, maybe try out some other stuff or work his oral magic once again.

His fervor quickly peaked as he started nuzzling up to the stiff, precum-drooling member to lap every bit of it up. Some of it was spurting all over his face, masking him in a thin layer of musky mess, but he didn't mind one bit. His fingers trailed up and down the length of Dio's member, diving into his sheath and pulling the flesh apart to reveal the deep ruby red flesh inside. After dragging his digit through the furrow between cock and sheath, he pulled it out to see a tiny bead of creamy whiteness on his fingertip, which he licked up, noting the somewhat sweeter taste.

Eager to get more of that and to harvest it in a less conventional, more intimate way, Mikhail once again grabbed at Dionysus' cock and shoved the tip in his maw, swallowing every bit of it right down to the base. His lips pursed around the girth of the gryphon's member as his tongue extended right into his sheath, lapping up every bit that he could muster. With his bobbing head and gulping motion that his throat employed, he was sucking back a copious amount of the musky concoction straight from the gryphon tap.

Mikhail's history with suckling cock served him well, as it took only a few minutes of rhythmic bobbing and gulping to bring Dio to his first climax. Deep in his throat, he felt the many tendrils splay out and catch on his gullet flesh; a brisk precursor to the hot stream of gryphon seed that got shot directly into his belly. The sudden and intense expansion of the many nubs and tendrils made him gag a bit, coughing up the cock so that it started sputtering and spraying milky gobs of mess all over him.

Given his own arousal and his erect cock still throbbing and squirting bits in his lap, he quickly found himself coming close to the brink of his own hands-free eruption that never came.

With gryphon cock in hand, Mikhail opened his maw to catch more of Dio's essence but only got more all over his muzzle. This gave him some time to fall onto his back and roll onto his belly, looking up at Dio with expectant eyes. "So, now that you've got that out of your system, tell me, would you like to go over the details of the agreement?"

Dionysus arched his neck and bucked his hips, splaying his last burst of seed all over Miki's haunches before regaining his lucidity. He turned in place so that his cock was again above Mikhail's head and went to walk away but was stopped when Miki hoisted himself up with his maw agape, one hand grabbing at the gryphon's sheath to suck the last bits of juice directly from the drake as he walked past, his own cock drooling all over the place. His gullet snagged at Dio enough to make the gryphon pause and bite down on Miki's tail, as if to demand he release him.

As on command, he took one last gulp of the sweet nectar before spitting him out.

"I am curious, yes." Dionysus finally said as he walked his way over to the shore of the lake in the cove. "When would this treaty be enacted?" This was quite an opposite behavioral switch for him, as he was now being cordial and polite post orgasm. Silly as it may have seemed, it appeared that even his voice tone had changed to a less deep and less aggressive octave.

The sudden shift made it even more clear that Dio needed a proper release, given that he was likely quite stressed up in the mountains alone without any hens or mares to fool around with.

Mikhail, certain that the rough part was already over, got to his feet again and brushed himself off, the sweeping motions from his hands only smearing the cummy mess deeper into his fur. Under most circumstances that would make him upset, but he liked the scent and was focusing more now on his diplomatic endeavors so he didn't mind the cum crusting on his body, even if he lacked the clothes to cover it up.

He kicked the shredded fabrics of his garments off to the side as he knelt next to his satchel full of scrolls and notes, once again looking to pick up where things left off. After opening the bag again, he found the one that had the terms and conditions of the land deal. He pulled it out and went to unroll it for Dio, only to notice that he was lightly sniffing the air and looking away, distracted by something on the other side of the cliff archway that carried the waterfall into the lake.

As Mikhail glanced over in an attempt to follow the gryphon's gaze, he saw that Oceras had squatted down with her back arched and tail raised, releasing a torrent of her estrus urine into the soil. Miki couldn't smell it, thankfully, but it seemed like Dio could and it was once again distracting him from discussing the situation at hand. He raised a hand and opened his mouth to speak as he had done multiple times since arriving, but once again he was cut off by Dio's actions.

The gryphon kept low to the ground and started prowling around the edge of the cliff to get closer to a grazing Oceras, like he was hunting for prey in the jungles.

"Uh, excise me, I don't think that's appropriate behaviour, Dionysus." Mikhail said as he got to his feet again and closed the distance between them. His heart leapt up into his throat immediately, as he was now worried that Dio was looking at his mare as a post-coital snack. Though he spoke with authority, he had absolutely no idea what to do in a situation like this as he was not combat trained.

Dionysus stopped and glanced back at Miki, hissing. "What's inappropriate about it? You're the fool who brought such a delicious looking mare for me. She was meant to be for me, right? I mean, you wouldn't be so foolish as to bring a mare in heat to a lonely male gryphon and not expect him to have a taste of that." His voice was lowering an octave again, mere minutes after his first climax.

After gulping and taking in a deep breath, Miki raised a finger to scold Dionysus, but stopped when he once again realized that the gryphon's cock was out and drooling more precum all over the mosses beneath him. That's when he realized that he wasn't planning on hunting or eating Oceras - the mare who seemed completely oblivious to the 'danger' that was stalking her - but instead was going to use her for her originally intended purpose as an appeasement.

Of course, Mikhail could not admit to that, or it would have given away their less-than perfect plot to trick him into signing the treaty. He did sincerely believe that having allowed the gryphon to take advantage of him and the outstanding oral he'd offered would have appeased him, but it seemed that it wasn't enough. Miki got one look as Oceras glanced over, winked one last time with a whole body shudder, and hiked her tail up for Dio.

There was no time to get in between as the gryphon leapt from the bushes and skidded to a stop behind her, spooking her enough to make her meekly double-kick back but pause when he buried his head under her tail. The second the crest of his beak touched her plump equine lips, she stopped in place and widened her stance with her tail up and head down, waiting for her stallion to take her.

Mare instincts proved to be very, very easy to manipulate on that day.

Mikhail stopped chasing when he saw that Oceras was enjoying the gryphon's attention, and that Dio was being kind and respectful, using his beak to nuzzle and nip at her haunches as he leaned in and lapped at her folds. It was quite a sight for Mikhail to witness, a once dignified and feral gryphon drake going at his mount's pussy like a dog. It wasn't undignified like a pup, but Dio possessed the vigor and fervent behavior of one, and it was almost enough to make Miki feel sorry for him.

As he watched, Dio just kept going at her pussy, hopping up with his front legs on her haunches to spread her lips apart while batting at the underside of her tail with his beak all in an effort to give him the best access to her sex. The mare kept shuddering every time she felt his tongue plunge into her or brush over her clit, some of her motions even bringing forth a visible spurt of equine ejaculate all over him. This seemed not to bother him one bit, as he just kept licking and bucking his hips into the air, member slipping out again to catch some of her ejaculate.

"So are we going to-" Mikhail started. Again, he was cut off by Dio hissing at him and flaring out all those intimidating, blood-red feathers of his. This made Mikhail back off with hands raised, waving them to show he didn't wish to incite any problems. He didn't really want to interrupt, as the image of a gryphon acting feral with his mount without wanting anything from him excited him. Of course, part of his mind truly hoped for Dio to take some time with him again, but he could wait.

Dionysus turned and got another few sloppy licks up the mare's slit, snaking his tongue into her with an unmatched hunger before he leapt right up onto her, hind paws on her haunches for balance while his claws dug into her hips and his cock drooped down behind her, rubbing between the tail base and her luscious mare lips.

Oceras didn't move one bit, as her mating instincts had fully kicked in and she was being good for her stallion, head down and legs spread and tail up even as a heavy-bodied gryphon had all his weight on her back. She even stayed in place as he clamped down on her neck, using that for more leverage as he started rolling his hips into her.

To Mikhail's surprise, Dio's cock tip tensed and curled just the right way to slip into the mare, disappearing between her supple lips as she winked and spurted all over the ground, her ejaculate moistening his balls and dripping off them every time. This made Miki even harder than before, his own member standing at full mast with a visible trail of leaking precum down the underside of it.

With another powerful buck of his hips, Dio completely sunk himself into the mare's sex, the splayed tendril-like barbs around the tip probably doing a number on her erogenous zones just past her opening. Miki knew all about those spots that made her gush every time, as he had taken pride in his willingness, ability, and desire to learn how to effectively please all of those around him. Much of his time in Castle Arrenthen had been spent learning exactly what Arnika enjoyed, what Chiryn enjoyed, what Kezia enjoyed, and especially what King Vaulix and Queen Talba enjoyed.

And it appeared that Sir Dionysus was hitting those same buttons with every rolling thrust of his hips, as each motion was accentuated by a squirting mess that burst from between his cock flesh and the meaty equine vulva that it was tenderizing. The audible squelches and grunts that came from between them was pure, unadulterated sexual glory that made Miki want to join in.

Up to that point he had been a spectator, watching his mark and his mount with a fully firm cock throbbing to attention. He had been left hanging before, with his climax having eluded him the moment Dio had finished with him, so he had vested interest in seeing if he was able to sneak in there next to Dionysus. Problem was, he was certain that had he tried to get too close, Dio might have lashed out, undoing the goodwill that had been built up to this point.

Instead, Mikhail plopped down on a nearby rock and grabbed his member, intently watching Dionysus work at Oceras as he stroked himself. There was enough precum flowing over his length to give himself a proper rub down, his hand squeezing himself in a way that only he knew how to pleasure himself.

Dionysus had kept thrusting, getting full-cocked pumps in time and time again, with his hind end bouncing and slapping against the plump haunches of Oceras and pulling back out to slap the mare's haunches with his own upper thighs. The resulting, guttural sound of her depths groaning and shuddering in delight made Mikhail moan as he closed his eyes, grinning as he squeezed at his tip.

Problem was, that sound seemed to distract Dionysus, who seemed angry that he had been interrupted from his passion, and thus immediately turned and hissed at Mikhail, pouncing off the mare's haunches in one fluid motion to knock Mikhail over in a dive-by pounce.

Mikhail landed heavily on his side with the wind knocked out of him, stars floating around his vision as he rolled to his belly and struggled and strained to get up off the ground. However, before he could get any sort of stability, a massive and heavy weight pinned him back to the ground, keeping him from taking in any breath. As he wrenched his head around, he could see that it was Dio, having pounced upon him from atop the mare's haunches after pulling out and leaving her satisfied.

The gryphon once again clamped his beak down on Mikhail's neck as his front talons wrapped around his shoulders, hind paws resting and digging claws into Miki's rump cheeks as Dio had done to Oceras. There, he bucked his hips and angled himself just right to slip his member up under Miki's tail, slipping into him with ease thanks to the thick, viscous mare lubricant left on his shaft from Oceras.

There was absolutely nothing to be done, as Mikhail was still disoriented and barely lucid after falling and being pounced upon. All he could feel was the slick warmth of the gryphon's member forcing its way into him, every tendril-like nub and ridge splaying out to tickle and tug at his flesh from within. Though he felt like he was being violated, the sensation of having such a uniquely textured member so aggressively abusing his tail hole quickly brought his own cock back to full mast.

Despite remaining disoriented throughout, Miki was able to concentrate almost all of his energy on clenching his rump down while grinding back up against the gryphon that was bucking into him, time and time again. He could faintly hear the squishing and squelching that accommodated the motions, which only gave him that familiar craving to hear and feel more.

His pleasure kept rising with every few of Dio's thrusts, right up to the point that his own member started to tingle like it had been on the verge of orgasm. In that brisk moment before his release, he raised his rump high and clenched his walls as tight as he could, groaning into the ground as his hands grasped at any nearby root or grass he could find. His tail flicked gently as his cock throbbed and pumped wave after wave of his own gooey seed into the moss and grass beneath him.

The twitching of his loins and the release of pleasure that he felt must have triggered Dionysus in some way, because not ten seconds later the gryphon's thrusts grew erratic as he slammed in as deep as he could go, smacking thighs to thighs while the tendrils all splayed out as wide as they could go. The textured nubs massaged Mikhail's erogenous zones to milk another few spurts out of him, leaving a nice little cummy bridge from his cock tip to the puddle beneath him as the first burst of hot gryphon seed burst into his bowels, giving him a powerful sensation of warmth in his lower torso.

Mid thrust, Dionysus pulled out with an audible pop as those tendrils tugged on Mikhail's tail hole, leaving the member to spew a glorious mess of his essence on Miki's lower back. Dio's cock twitched and spurted one burst after another, adding to the puddle that cascaded over either side of Mikhail's spine and sides, bits of it soaking into fur before it got an opportunity to trickle into the collective puddle underneath them both.

Mikhail tried to keep his rump up, but the devious delight of being coated in cum mixed with the massaging of his inner pleasure points had drained him. He had no words to speak to the gryphon at that point in time, which is what made it better that Dio casually hopped off his rump to saunter over to the satchel where the contracts and agreements were held. As Miki remained in a flopped position, soaking in his own mess and hosting the gooey puddle of gryphon cum on his back, Dionysus opened up the scroll that was on top to start reading it.

After a few minutes, Dio grabbed for a pen and inkwell - which he struggled to manipulate properly with such big talons - to sign his name at the bottom. "There. Now you and your royal family can get out of my feathers and let me live in my land, as long as I don't attack those foolish villagers." He tossed the now-signed scroll on the ground in front of Mikhail so he could read over it.

"O-okay then." He said as he reached out and grabbed the scroll, squinting to get a better look at it to ensure it was the right one. After a moment of proof reading it, he could see that, yes, this was the right scroll and the treaty had been signed. He struggled to get up and roll the scroll back into its natural form with a string around it. "You won't regret this, Sir Dionysus." He offered a salute. "You will be hosting two trainers from the capitol who will be teaching you the ins and outs of what is expected of you. It's not much, though, so I wouldn't be too worried about it. Just do your thing."

"I'm glad to hear it, now get off my land unless you plan on being my personal toy for the next rutting season." He paused to give Miki a moment to think about that - a thought that quickly aroused him again - before making his final declaration. "And you had better not shower off; I want the queen to know exactly what happened here. You will wear that musk proudly, understood? If not, well, I can't say I'll keep my end of the agreement. Every single person you meet on your way back to the capitol will know that I marked you." His voice was a higher octave, not deep yet still sinister.

Mikhail bowed gently. "Y-yes sire. I wouldn't dare disobey. Now, I have to get back to the castle to give the king and queen the good news." He once again saluted and hobbled over to Oceras, legs bowed a bit given the brisk yet intense mating he'd been subjected to. He didn't even want to hop back up the saddle but knew he had to.

On his way past Dio for the last time before disappearing in the jungle trail, he offered one last salute and bow, wincing as he felt the soreness under his tail intensify. With any luck, he'd have that and the scent of gryphon as a pair of reminders of the diplomatic negotiating he had done there on that day.

The king and queen would both be proud, and Mikhail had never wanted anything more.