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The red sun rose high above the Empire, casting its warmth across the lush, green, sprawling landscape below. Gidan raced through the clouds high in the air atop Kor: His beloved dragon-mount; a large, dark-scaled beast with cunning red eyes, black horns, and shadowy wings that stretched out forty feet to each side. Kor was massive for his age, only six moons old, but his burnished scales were blacker than night, and his dense musculature already taught and fully developed. He held tight to the reins looped around the dragon's blunt snout and spiny neck, wrapping the leather rope around his wrists, and kicking his heels hard into the dragon's flank.

“Ha!” he shouted. “Ha!” Kor glanced back at him and snorted with displeasure, baring his ebony fangs. He growled and kicked his plated heels harder into the beast's sides for emphasis. “I said, Ha!” he snapped. Kor trimmed his wings, and after a few rebellious seconds, dived low, descending towards the earth in a languid spiral.

Kor had always been difficult. Ever since hatching he'd never taken orders particularly well, but then again – Gidan thought with a grin – neither had he. They were perfect for each other. Black dragons were proud and headstrong, the most difficult to train, but they were also the strongest and the fastest. A black dragon could outrace a green even on its best day, and their flames burned hotter than two reds combined. His father had told him he should feel very proud for being bonded to a black, for they only accepted the strongest riders, the best Dragonknights in the realm.

He banked left and circled a large, wooded foothill, the wind rushing through his black full-helm as he looked for a good place to land. A grassy meadow came into view and he guided Kor in, pulling tightly on the reins. The dragon swooped towards a rocky outcropping a hundred yards west instead.

“Whoa! Whoa!” he shouted, trying to change course. He didn't want to land here! They were coming in dangerously fast, and if he got thrown from the saddle at this speed, he'd break his neck on the rocks below. He yanked hard on the reins as Kor skimmed the earth and touched down, his steel armor rattling noisily as he was jostled around atop the beast's back, desperately trying to hold on for dear life. The massive dragon skidded to a halt, tearing up the rocks as its claws dug in deep and secured their grip. Gidan was thrown forward and bashed his head on the dragon's shoulder blades, his ass slamming back in the saddle – safe – but rattled nonetheless. He swung his leg over the stirrup and angrily dismounted Kor.

He pulled off his helmet, his long unruly locks of golden-brown hair falling down his broad shoulders, and his pale green eyes flashing with anger. “What the hell was that for?” He shouted. Kor glanced down at him and snorted with disdain, thin puffs of smoke drifting from his upturned nostrils – a sign of frustration – he'd come to learn. “You could have got me killed!” he continued. “You we're to land over there!” He pointed at the pristine meadow a hundred yards north. “Not in these rocks!”

Kor looked away and stomped his paws. Rustling his massive body and sniffing the air. Gidan couldn't remember the last time his mount and ever been so temperamental. Come to think of it, Kor had become more difficult to control lately. He hoped it was just a phase he was going through, but if his dragon kept disobeying simple commands like where to land, then something would have to be done.

“What's gotten into you Kor?” He asked. The dragon's ears twitched upon hearing its name, but it didn’t even bother glancing at him. Gidan gave a frustrated sigh and put his helmet on. He shouldn't have lost his temper like that. It wasn't right.

He was in the process of re-adjusting his saddle when Kor caught his attention. His dragon had went tense all of a sudden, his ears pointing forward and his tail stiff as a rod. The dragon’s nostrils flared out inquisitively, his thick, purplish tongue flicking out with a wet sloop, and tasting the air.

Gidan patted the dragon's neck. “What is it boy?”

Kor swiveled, and Gidan followed the beast's predatory gaze. There must be something in the meadow he realized, because the dragon started growling. It wasn't a threatening growl like he was used to, but more of a surprised whine. He'd never heard it before in any case. He squinted to shield his eyes from the glaring sun, but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary in the tall grass. Prey perhaps? Hiding in the foliage? He was about to shake his head and deem it unworthy of his time, when a patch suddenly rustled and parted to the side.

Someone – or something – was in there alright.

He grabbed the dragon's reins and tried to lead Kor out of sight behind a large boulder, but his mount didn't budge. He tugged harder. “C'mon you big dumb beast, we need to find cover!” It didn't matter, his dragon seemed to have no interest in obeying him today. Kor pawed the ground and gave an annoyed huff, throwing his head back and yanking the reins out his grasp. “What's wrong with you?” he hissed. “You've never acted like this before! If that's a rebel patrol, they'll spot us!” The dragon didn’t seem to care. “Fine then! Have it your way! If you want to get another arrow stuck in your ass like last time, be my guest! He looked back towards the field.

Someone stepped out of it.

It wasn't a rebel patrol at all he realized. It was a lone female, wandering out the orchard and whistling an idle tune to herself. Gidan froze in surprise. He'd never seen a woman out this far in the wilderness before. His eyes narrowed when he saw what was slung over her shoulders: Furs and freshly killed game. Lots of it.

His hand went to the pommel on his long-sword. “Poachers.” he hissed. Unsanctioned hunting on the father's land was a crime punishable by death. He crouched down low on the rocks and waited to see how many more were behind her. The grass shifted. He held his breath and gripped the blade tightly.

He half-expected a male companion – a ranger perhaps – to follow her out, or maybe a caravan of rogues, but once again, he was mistaken. A lithe, attractive-looking gryphon came gracefully loping out behind her. Its long, flexible body covered in thick, plush, white fur, and it's feathery wings folded neatly across its back. Gidan raised an eye-brow. So … she was a rider then … that was ... unexpected.

Female riders were a rare sight these days. Especially a commoner one. Kor snarled and pulled against the reins, and it took all his strength to keep the excited beast from breaking free. No wonder his mount was acting so strange today! He'd probably had the gryphon's scent all morning now! Dragons and gryphons were known competitors, but they wouldn't stand a chance against a black. Gryphons had no strength. They were quick and resourceful, but ill-suited for battle. Playful companions, nothing more.

“C'mon boy, we can take em'!” Kor snorted and stomped in his eagerness to take flight. He patted the dragons scaly neck and climbed atop his back. “Ha! Ha!” He shouted, kicking the dragon's flank, and revelling in the familiar rush of excitement as the beast launched itself into the air, flapping its powerful wings once, twice, three times, and then they were off.

Kor was silent for his size, but what the gryphon lacked in its poor sense of smell, it more than made up for with its keen sense of hearing. He saw the little bird swivel its head all the way around, its feathered crest shooting straight up into the air as it spotted them take flight from the rocky embankment. It let loose a high pitched hoot, alerting the poacher to their presence. She turned and saw them, grabbing her pelts and game – knowing it would only slow her down – and throwing them deep into the orchard. She whistled for her gryphon and the bird came racing over, bending low against the ground as she swung herself onto it's back. The gryphon didn't need any further instruction. It took off into the meadow in a blur of feathers, disappearing into the tall grass.

“Let's go!” he shouted to Kor. “They're running!” He lowered himself flat on the dragon's back and skimmed the field, spotting the grass being flattened as the gryphon raced through it. He pointed his mighty steel blade at the poacher. “Surrender!” he shouted as lordly as possible. “And your life will be spared!”

An arrow came whistling at him in response. He didn't see it coming.

Kor reacted before he did, rolling hard to one side. He clung on tight as they flipped upside down, the arrow shooting harmlessly past his head. A near miss. If Kor hadn't gotten out of the way in time, it would have found its mark in his faceplate. Anger coursed through him. He'd almost been slain by a measly poacher! “Hya!” he shouted. “In the name of Lord Arkon, Ruler of these lands, I sentence you to death!” He circled back around and pushed Kor downwards, swooping towards the earth and lowering the visor of his helm. He wouldn't fall for that trick again. “Burn them out Kor!” “Dar! Dar!” He banked left and came up behind them, spotting the gryphon's hindquarters as it bounded through the tall grass, it's large feathery tail splayed out and dancing in the air. The poacher was twisted around and in the process of readying another arrow. She drew her massive re-curved bow and fired.

This time he was ready. Kor pivoted almost leisurely and he brought his sword down in a swift chop, snapping the arrow clean in half as it sailed by. “Ha!” He yelled triumphantly. “That all you got? Now it's my turn! Dar! Kor! Dar!” Kor opened his gigantic maw, his blade-like ebony fangs dripping with saliva. The poacher's eyes widened with fear. She shouldered her bow and slapped her gryphon on its feathery rump, spurring it onward. She knew what was about to happen. Everyone did when a dragon opened its mouth: A painful, fiery death.

Gidan felt Kor's body heat up like a forge, his spiny quills pressing flat against his skull as a jet of liquid black fire suddenly exploded from his mouth. The surrounding meadow burst into flames almost instantaneously, the brittle grass cracking and withering and turning to ash as Kor incinerated everything in front of him. Gidan felt the heat blow back and wash across his armor, his eyes alight with a fire of their own as he watched the destruction before him. For a second, it felt like he was flying through the deepest depths of the Underworld, a funnel of fire surrounding him as they raced through the center of it, burning everything in their path. He patted Kor on the spine as a signal to stop.

What had once been a pristine meadow, was now a smoldering nightmare of twisted shrubs and smoke, but the gryphon had launched itself into the air in the nick of time, it's tail alight as it screeched and squawked in distress. The poacher spun around and grabbed its burning tailfeathers, squeezing the tip and extinguishing the flames before they spread.

“C'mon Kor! How did you miss?” He shouted. “They were right in front of us!” His dragon roared in response, a thunderous sound that caused a flock of sparrows in the approaching forest to scatter off in fear. “They're heading for the treeline, they'll try and lose us inside! Let's go Kor! C'mon, faster!” Kor surged forward, pumping his wings hard as he tore after the speedy little gryphon. Another arrow sailed past his head, but this time it was off. She was a good shot, he had to admit. A couple more of those and eventually one of them was bound to hit. He knew Kor could take it. His scales were nigh impenetrable, but a quarrel at this speed would pierce his armor like paper. He'd be dead before he hit the ground. He banged the flat edge of his sword on Kor's haunch. “You're mine!” He shouted ahead of him. “C'mon Kor. Dar!'

Another jet of flame ... and another miss. The gryphon started veering all over the place in an effort to keep him off balance, and it was working. She was using its smaller size and maneuverability to her advantage. The gryphon landed back on the ground and kept running straight into the trees. Gods it was quick! “Ha!” he shouted. Kor hit the earth and raced after it in hot pursuit, his muscular body dodging the larger trees, and completely crushing the smaller ones. The gryphon was fifty yards ahead, jumping and weaving its way through the bush, hopping over fallen logs and splashing through small puddles of spring water. Kor scrambled after it, gnashing his teeth and ripping through the dense foliage to keep up, his heavy paws trampling anything unlucky enough to be in his path. Gidan had never seen his mount so enraged before. Kor snarled and roared, concentrating on the gryphon's feathery haunch as if were the last meal he'd ever catch. He felt a pang of concern. Dragonknights we're supposed to be in control of their mounts at all times – two beings forged as one – but at the moment, he didn't feel in control at all. He was just along for the ride. A cold sweat broke out along his nape. It wasn't a good feeling.

They we're getting deeper and deeper into the woods. The light that had been filtering through the treetops only moments ago had now mostly disappeared – and now, dark, gloomy shadows prevailed. The trees had gotten thicker and more close-cropped, and Kor was having a hard time navigating around them. The gryphon looked like it was in it's natural habitat. It's lithe body bounding branch-to-branch as its rider lay low across its back. He dared not command the beast to breathe flames in this environment. Dragon-fire was far too destructive, and there was a good chance he'd immolate himself if he did. Gidan just hoped they'd be able to catch the slippery gryphon before it was too late.

A large net of vines loomed up ahead. He saw the gryphon scurry underneath them and disappear, and he knew at once Kor's size would force them to go around. _ 'Clever'_ he thought grimly. The poacher knew these lands well. She probably expected him to follow her straight in and get tangled up, but he was smarter than that. He pulled the reins to the right.

Kor kept going straight.

“No!” he shouted in warning. It was futile. His beast ran headlong into the dense foliage. He immediately crouched low and braced himself, but knew it wouldn't be enough. They were going too fast. Gidan made it only a few yards into the brush when a heavy vine caught under his chin and threw him from his mount. He was weightless for a tense, horrible second, crashing to the earth and landing flat on his back in the mud.

Stars exploded in his vision and the wind was knocked from his lungs. He rolled to his stomach, disoriented and gasping for breath. 'Sword' was all he could think. _ 'I need my sword.'_ His hand went to his scabbard, but it wasn't there. He drew a wheezing breath and got to his feet, fear coursing through him. The poacher could be anywhere, he knew. He was vulnerable on the ground. “K-Kor!” he rasped. He heard the dragon roar in response, but he sounded distorted and far away. He turned in Kor's general direction and saw his mount further in the brush, three dozen yards away, tangled up in some thick vines. He was trapped. Kor was biting and struggling against them, but it was only making things worse. He began stumbling over, grabbing his blade lying in the mud at his feet.

“Your awfully deep in the woods aren't you Dragonknight?” A soft, female voice purred behind him. He spun around and saw her crouched in the lower branches of a nearby tree, her brown hood pulled over the top of her head, and her bow slung across her back. Her full, red lips twisted into a sly, curious smile.

He raised his sword defensively. “Stand down, poacher.” he commanded, his voice quavering with uncertainty. “And I'll spare your life.” Her gryphon was no where to be seen. He checked over his shoulder and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. That wasn't good. That was bad. Very, very bad.

The poacher grabbed a vine, and jumped from her perch, sliding gracefully to the ground. She was a young woman, perhaps a little older than him, quick and agile in her movements, her body well-suited to someone of her craft. What little clothes she wore were made from tanned leather and soft-looking furs, her bare arms revealing sun-kissed, bronze skin, adorned with bracelets made from bear claws, alligator teeth and other assorted hunting prizes. Gloves of smooth moleskin covered her hands, the fingers left open so she could operate a bow. The form-fitting trousers she wore were made from what looked like elk-hide. They looked warm and snug, hugging her shapely curves, and accentuating her rather pert rump. Her leather boots were weathered and worn, and her whole appearance befitted that of an experienced hunter. She was very attractive, he noted idly.

“Or what? You'll chop my hands off?” she mocked. “Spare me the threats Dragonknight, if I can even call you that.” She cast a disparaging look at Kor twisted up in the distance. He gave a pitiful whine. “What does that make you then if you don't have your beast? Just a knight I suppose.”

“I'm a Dragonknight of the Old Empire, and you'll mind your tongue, law-breaker.”

Her hands went to her cheeks and she made a pouting face. “Oh have mercy great dragon knight! I'm just a simple poacher, trying to make a living, I'm too stupid to become a great rider like you! I just want to eat me meats raw with me bare hands n' carry on me way. Please have mercy oh great Dragonknight, I promise I won't never hunt in these lands again.” She laughed. “You think I'm afraid of you? Guess again. You’re in my territory now, Dragonknight. I'll do as I please.”

He heard a crack in the bushes behind him and looked over his shoulder. “Call your gryphon off.” he demanded sternly, rotating in slow, careful circle.

“What? Don't know where she went? She could be anywhere; I don't keep her on a leash you see. You're lucky she didn't tear you apart when that beast of yours threw you on your ass.”

He heard another crack behind him and spun around. “It was a vine that knocked me off.” he hissed. “Nothing more.” He thought he saw movement, but his eyes were playing tricks on him. The whole forest seemed to be alive. He had to get back to Kor. He took a step in his mount's direction.

“You think your dragon will help you?” she laughed. “You can barely control him.” Gidan turned to face her, staring at her with cold fury. “You’re a terrible rider.” she chided. “My ailing grandmother rides better than you.”

“I said mind your tongue.” he warned, his face burning with anger and humiliation.

“I've never seen a worse Dragonknight in my entire life!” She yelled. “I'm amazed you even managed to bond with that handsome beast. He deserves so much better.”

“I'm warning you.” he breathed.

She grinned wickedly. “Perhaps I'll take him from you once my gryphon has picked your bones clean. I've always wanted a dragon. He probably hates your guts anyways. It'll be doing him a favor at this point.”

He bellowed with rage and charged her, raising his sword to strike her down in one, swift blow. She just stood there, smiling infuriatingly. He wanted to kill her for saying that. She'd insulted his very honor, and threatened to take away the only thing that had ever mattered to him: Kor. He wouldn't let her.

He made two steps before something slammed into him from the side, smashing into his armor and knocking the wind out of him. He was flung to the ground, his sword flying from his grip and clattering uselessly against some rocks ten feet away. The gryphon was suddenly on top of him, a blur of feather and claw, snarling and trying to rip his throat out. He could hardly see through the visor of his helmet, but he could feel it biting and snapping at the leather gorget protecting his neck, trying to tear it off and get to the soft, pale flesh underneath. “Filthy beast!” he wheezed. He got his elbow underneath its neck and pushed with all his might, creating a tiny bit of space before it reared back and lashed out anew. His armor absorbed the heavy blow, but its claws pierced his chestplate with a horrendous screeching sound. He struck it twice in the head before its beak clamped around his forearm and bit down hard, denting the metal plate as he cried out with pain. He could see its yellow eyes staring at him unblinkingly, the hatred burning in their liquid depths. He fumbled with the scabbard on his chest and managed to draw his reserve dagger, a small, jagged, ugly thing. “Die!” he screamed. He reared back and readied to plunge it through gryphon's neck.

He didn't get the chance. The poacher kicked his hand and sent the blade spinning off into the woods. “Kira, off!” She shouted. The gryphon suddenly ceased its attack on him and hopped away, snarling and spitting with rage. He tried to get up, but a spinning kick connected with the side of his head and sent him back into the mud with a dull crunch. The poacher landed on his back and slammed him down, straddling his waist and holding his face in the dirt. He heard the sound of a dirk being unsheathed and pressed against the back of his helm.

Her voice was suddenly right next to his head. “You’re a fighter, I respect that.” she panted. “But if you try and do something like that again, I'll plunge this blade so deep into the back of your skull, it'll come out your nose. Do you understand?”

“Try it, poacher.” he spat.

She grabbed his helmet and slammed him down again. He felt the cold, grimy mud squelch through his visor, spluttering as it got inside his mouth and nose. “Slow learner.” she hissed, patting him down, searching for additional weapons. She found the machete on his belt and the tiny push knife hidden deep inside his boot. “Hmm, cute.” she hissed. “A lot of good these did. I'll take those off you. It's hard to come by good steel in these parts. Now, where did that sword go? I've always wanted some sharp, city-forged steel.”

“Your nothing but a filthy thief.” he growled. “A poacher and a thief. No surprise.”

“And what does that make you then, great Dragonknight? You were beaten by one.”

“Someone who fights with honor and respect. Not with arrows and sneak attacks.”

She laughed. “And a lot of good that did you.” “Honor.” She spat derisively on the ground beside him. “That's what I think of your 'honor.' Dragonknight.” In these lands you fight to survive. But you wouldn't know anything about that would you? All pampered and fed in the king's castle, servants attending to your every need. You know nothing of what it's like to survive off the land, to really live.”

“You live like an animal.” He hissed. “And you'll die like one too. With nothing.”

“That's cold.” she teased. “C'mon Dragonknight, you can do better than that.”

“I'm done talking with the likes of you. Get on with it poacher. Make it swift.”

“As you wish.”

He closed his eyes and mumbled a quick blessing. This was it, he thought. This was how it ended. He'd always imagined it would be in some field battle in far-off lands, the bodies of his foes surrounding him, and the crimson sun rising high above the kingdom. A great, blazing, glory-filled death. The type every Dragonknight dreamed off. Not face-down in a puddle of mud and shit. 'Oh-well,' he thought. At least it would be a swift death. His final thoughts were of Kor: How he'd never get to see him again. How he'd never get the chance to polish his scales to a sparkling sheen, or scratch that itch behind his horns the way he loved. He'd miss that great beast. At least he could find some solace in the fact that if the bitch tried to cut him loose, he'd tear her apart limb-from-limb in retribution for slaying his master. He'd do anything to witness that.

He held still. One second. Two seconds. Three. He opened his eyes. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he growled. “Get on with it.”

There was a moment of silence, then the sound her blade being sheathed.

“I've decided to spare your life Dragonknight.”

“Spare me? After I tried to roast you to a crisp and cut you down? You’re stupider than I thought.”

“Watch it.” she warned. “It doesn't mean I'm letting you off that easy.”

“I don't trust you.”

She rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. “I'm sparing your life, you can choose to die here in the mud if that's your wish, it makes no difference to me.”

“Let me stand then.” he demanded.

“Promise you won't attack me again. Give me your word.”

He was hesitant to do so, but eventually conceded to her request. “I swear on my life as a Dragonknight of the Old Empire, and on my family's honor, I will not lay a hand on you.”

She gave a soft chuckle. “I said attack me Dragonknight, I might let you do that.”

He frowned. Perhaps she didn't fully comprehend the Proper Tongue. “I promise I won't attack you.” he reiterated simply.

“Good!” She got to her feet and let him up, her gryphon circling protectively. She dismissed it with a wave of her hand and it sauntered over to his entangled dragon, gazing up curiously at his mount. Kor whined with protest and struggled harder, growling and snapping at the brave little bird.

Gidan pulled himself from the mud and wiped the grime off his armor, he was a full head taller than the woman, but he had a feeling she knew how to use those knives better than him. The poacher took a step back and pointed his machete at his face.

“You can take off that helmet. I'd like to see the face of the man whose life I spared.”

He tentatively removed his helm, his green eyes staring into her obscured ones. Her full, red, lips twisted into a sly grin. She looked dark and mysterious with that hood hiding her face, but he knew she was quite attractive judging by her high-cheekbones and smooth, flawless skin.

“Hmm, aren’t you a handsome young fellow.” she purred. “Tall and muscular, with such beautiful green eyes. Not too many with your looks around here Dragonknight. What's your name?”

“Gidan.” he said quietly, blushing a little bit and looking at the ground.

“Gidan.” she mocked, in a rough imitation of his deep voice. “Gods, you nobles really are dull. What kind of name is that? No creativity whatsoever. It's like they pick it straight from a list.”

“Did you spare me just to gloat?”

She flipped his blade around pocketed it. “No.” She admitted. “I spared you because you said you'd spare mine. Fair is fair right?”

“I suppose. I was going to cut off the tips of your fingers, if that's any consolation.”

She chuckled. “Well, I appreciate your honesty. Now, as for my reward ... I should get something yes? For allowing you to live? I want something from you Gidan … something I know you can give me.”

He looked at her with his piercing gaze. “You've already taken my weapons, those blades will fetch a good price in any market. What else could you possibly want? Gold? Titles? Land?” He stared at briefly for a moment, trying unsuccessfully to decipher the clever look she was giving him. “You want my dragon don't you?” he hissed. “That's not going to happen. He's bonded to me.” Gods. A commoner with a Black? His father would have his head if he ever made such a foolish bargain.

She smiled. “No, I don't want your mount.” she chuckled. The poacher turned and walked away, removing her brown hood and letting her long, smooth black hair fall down her shoulders and back. She fiddled with something on the front of her vest, and then, that too fell to the ground. Gidan suddenly realized she was sanding half-naked before him, her pale, slender shoulders exposed to the crisp weather as she ran her nimble fingers through her dark, flowing hair. He felt his throat tighten and he swallowed dryly. “I want something a little simpler than that.” she purred. Her hands fell to her sides and she slowly turned to face him.

Gidan's jaw dropped. He'd never seen a naked woman before, at least not one that wasn't a village drunk stumbling through the slums of Yarok. He blushed with embarrassment. The poacher was truly gorgeous, he realized: Her pale, slender midriff long and nubile, and her small perky, breasts round and full of youth. He stared at them, unable to look a way, then realized how stupid he must look, gawking at her chest and blushing even more as his brain tried to process what on earth was going on.

“W-what are y-you doing?” he stammered, trying to look everywhere but at her breasts. His eyes danced around before meeting her gaze. It was almost torturous, her dark, sensuous, almond-shaped eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I want you.” she whispered, batting her long eyelashes at him. She took a step forward, and he took one back, nearly tripping over an exposed root as he tried to keep his distance from this strange, yet incredibly alluring creature before him. he felt a twitch in his trousers and blushed furiously.

“What? Don't tell me you've never seen a pair of tits before.” She cupped her hands around them and squeezed, and he ogled her as her fingers left small red marks on her skin that gradually faded away.

“I – I .... uh ...” he felt like an idiot. Stumbling over his words like some damn fool.

She cocked her head and took another step forward. “Why are you so embarrassed Gidan? Don't you like them?” she asked sweetly.

“I ... uh – w-well... y-yes. It's j-just.”

She took another step forward, trailing her finger down her abdomen where it traveled in small circles around her navel. She was suddenly very close, her heart-shaped face only a couple inches away from his. She smelled nice, like earth, and grass, and the surrounding forest. “Just what?” She whispered. “You can touch them if you like. I don't mind. Lay your hands on them. Feel how soft they are.” His hands moved to cup them ... but he hesitated. They dropped limply to his sides. He felt ashamed of himself.

“I ... I can't.” he breathed.

She gave him a confused look. “Why – oh.” A knowing smile suddenly crossed her face. “Is it because … you prefer men?”

He blushed even harder. “N-no! Of course not!”

She smiled, her sharp teeth whiter than bone. “You don't have to lie to me Gidan. I know a lot of men who prefer their own kind. It's only natural.”

He clenched his jaw. “I do not. Like. Men.” he hissed.

She looked confused, then hurt all of a sudden. “Then why won't you want me?” she asked. “Do you think I'm ugly? Is it because you think your better than me?” she looked angry and upset.

“N-no!” he stammered. “It’s not that!”

“What is it then?” she shouted. He suddenly leaned forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her in close and kissing her passionately. She froze, surprised at his sudden embrace, then closed her eyes, moaning softly as her warm, wet lips met his. He ran his fingers through her thick, voluminous hair, the other one grabbing her buttocks and squeezing hard, feeling the soft curve of her hips as she moved against him. He'd never kissed another woman before, but it felt natural – and for a second – he almost lost himself to the pleasure of it until the realization that he was kissing a law-breaking poacher thundered to the forefront of his mind. He pulled away with a gasp and looked down at the ground in shame, pushing her away.

“I shouldn't have done that.” he said. “It wasn't right.”

Her palms went to his chest. “Why not?” he could tell from her voice that she yearned for more, but he wouldn't give in like that a second time.

“It was … It was unbecoming of me.”

“Why? Because I'm a savage? Is that what you think of me? Just some low-born criminal? What’s wrong with you Gidan?”

“There is nothing wrong with me!” He shouted back, meeting her dark, shadowy eyes. “I've taken vows of celibacy when I became a Dragonknight, I'm not to lay with any woman until I'm married! Sacred vows! Solemn vows! I cannot break them!”

She looked astounded. “So your telling me you've never been with a woman before?”

“Y-yes!” he admitted awkwardly.

She looked amazed, then chuckled. “Well, I apologize then. I find that hard to believe. You are very handsome. I never would have thought.”

He blushed deep with embarrassment. He felt like a child.

She took a step back and turned away from him, grabbing her vest off the ground and slipping back into it. She refastened the leather strings and turned to face him. He felt empty all of a sudden, like he'd just missed out on something great. He could have taken her right here in the woods, he realized dully. Lost himself in passion and fucked her right up against a tree. No one back at the castle would have ever found out. It would have been their little secret. He clenched his jaw in frustration.

The poacher seemed to be thinking the same thing. “We can still do it you know. It's not like anyone would know.”

“I ... I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “So what do you do back at home then? Use your hands?”

He stared at her hotly.

She shook her head in disbelief. “Gods, no wonder you're so wound up. Well, if you ever change your mind and want a nice, warm, sheathe for your sword, you know who to ask.” she winked.

He stood there foolishly. Unsure as to what would happen next. He almost wished she’d killed him he thought idly. It would be an act of mercy at this point.

“What about your beast over there?” she asked, pointing at Kor and the gryphon hidden deeper into the woods. “Is he a virgin like you?”

Gidan looked in the direction of his mount and frowned at what he saw. The little white gryphon was turned away from Kor – who was practically upside down so tangled up he was – and bent low against the ground, its back arched and its rump pushed high in the air right in front of Kor's face, filling the beast's nostrils full of its strange, arousing scents and driving him wild with lust. The evil little bird had a look of absolute pleasure plastered across its face, it's beak agape and its tongue lolling out as it rubbed its rump all over Kor's snout, appearing quite pleased with itself. His mount was whining and licking at its hindquarters furiously, his thick purple tongue slobbering all over the gryphon's feathery rear-end.

“They seem to be getting along from the looks of it.” The poacher said with a crooked grin.

“Call your beast off.” he demanded. It was humiliating seeing his mount being sexually abused by the smaller creature. The worst part was that Kor seemed to love it, his tongue buried deep inside the gryphon's rump or snatch. It was hard to tell from his angle.

“Oh, don't be like that.” The poacher quipped. “Can't you see they are getting along? Kira's been in heat for weeks now, the worst one she’s ever been through. She just wants a big, strong, male to fuck her. Someone to fill that fertile womb of hers full of eggs.”

“They … they aren't the same species.” he blushed. “It isn't right.”

“Give me a break Gidan. Everyone knows gryphons and dragons can mate. The offspring are ridiculous looking, I'll admit, but they are still capable mounts. Besides, she seems to be rather fond of him. What's his name again?”

“Kor.” he mumbled.

“Hmm, Kor. Nice name. Sounds big. Powerful. Better than yours at any rate.” she smiled. “I'll bet he'll give her the biggest clutch she's had in a long time, a strong, virile male like him. Kira seems to think so.”

The gryphon suddenly screeched with pleasure, her golden eyes rolling up, and her body shivering madly as Kor's talented tongue brought her to an ear-piercing climax. Kor whined desperately with need, his swollen, ventral lips spreading wide open as his massive black cock spilled free from its slit and hardened within seconds: A big, rigid, angry-looking thing, easily a foot long, and covered in dozens of intricate ridges that looked quite capable of pleasuring any sort of female. It bobbed upside-down in mid-air, a steady stream of precum pumping out the exotically flared tip. Gidan had never seen his beast's member before, and it was a frightening thing to behold. Black as night and throbbing violently. Dwarfing his own in both size, and thickness.

His mount buried its snout deep within the gryphon's quivering pussy, her musky fluids gushing out all over his snout as Kor obediently lapped them up and licked the female's cunt clean of excess juices. Gidan couldn't believe what he was witnessing. He felt a tent in his pants and blushed furiously at his perverse arousal.

The poacher chuckled at the sight of the two mounts going at it. “There's a reason why he didn't incinerate us in that field back there. Kira's been fanning that tail of hers all morning now, letting every male in a hundred miles know she's in heat. Kor can smell it, he wants her. He wouldn't torch a potential mating partner.”

“Cut him down and let's find out.” he growled. “You'll be lucky if he doesn't eat you both alive.”

The poacher looked at him and grinned. “That's the best idea you've had all day. Let's find out, shall we?” She flicked out her small blade and walked over to his mount. Kor didn't even glance at her as she started slashing and cutting away all the vines that had him tied up. Kira looked like she was in heaven, her legs spread wide apart, and her cunt sopping wet as thick, sticky strands of sexual fluids dripped messily from her cunt to the earth. The last vine was cut away and Kor crashed ungracefully into the mud. He rolled over and scrambled to his feet, snorting and growling like a wild animal. The gryphon was ready for him, lifting her haunches high into the air and flagging her tail, looking back and waggling her rump teasingly for him to claim.

“Don't do it Kor.” he whispered hoarsely.

It was no use. Kor didn't even bother glancing at him. He pounced on the small gryphon, claws scrabbling at her waist as he secured his mating grip, and pinned her roughly to the ground, spreading his wings, and covering them both in his protective embrace. The gryphon crooned and warbled with need beneath him, inflecting her tone with all sorts of soft whistles and chirps that spoke to Kor on some primal, physical level, egging him on to breed her roughly. It drove Kor mad. He mounted her, hunching his back and jabbing impotently at her exposed nethers, trying to ram his length deep into her warmth, but missing completely. He tried a few more times, his muscular hips twitching as his heavy cock smeared breeding juices all over the gryphon's bushy hindquarters, soaking the fertile hen until Kira’s desperate croons became too much to bear, and he let loose a frustrated roar, his facial spines pulled back in anger.

The poacher started calmly removing her clothes again. First came her vest, then her skirt, then she unfastened the leather belt holding it up and let both slide to the ground. She kicked them into the bushes. Gidan stared at her in shock, his cock pressing hard against his metal crotch-guard as he gazed upon the scene of debauchery before him. His dragon had abandoned him, he realized dully, Kor's jaws were next to the gryphon's head as she rubbed her cheek ruffs all over his spiny frills, desperate for his affection. Kor gave her a confused look and licked her face. That seemed to quell her cries of heat somewhat. The poacher was naked now, her pale, slender physique standing in stark contrast to the surrounding foliage and Kor's dark, ebony scales. She shimmied under her gryphon and rolled onto her back, her face directly underneath her gryphon's hind legs and Kor's thick, tapered length.

Gidan started slowly walking over. “What on earth do you think you are doing?” he croaked.

“Helping your dragon get off.” Came her muffled reply. “God he reeks, do you ever bathe him? Maybe you can give me hand here, Dragonknight.”

_ 'She must be insane.'_ he thought. He took a step closer, but Kor suddenly snarled and glared at him, his crimson eyes redder than two burning coals. Gidan froze and swallowed nervously. Did his mount see him as potential competitor? “Kor, it's me boy. Gidan!” he whispered, but it didn't matter. His voice fell upon deaf ears. Kor redirected his focus back to stuffing his cock deep inside the shivering, pleading gryphon between his legs, grinding his stiff cock against her pouting lips. Kor suddenly gave a surprised groan as the poacher grabbed his slimy length and guided him into Kira's soft, fleshy abyss, jerking his hips forward and growling with bliss as his cock squeezed inside her quivering pussy at last. The little gryphon keened loudly with pleasure, her eyes rolling up as Kor danced his fangs across her throat and growled out his dominance for all to hear. Inch, after exotically smooth inch, of his hard, ribbed cock sinking its way into her greedy little vent.

Kor started humping right away. His body hunched and powerful as he thrust his cock in and out of Kira's soaking tunnel. Gidan listened with both perverse fascination, and total revulsion, to the sounds of the two creatures mating passionately: Kor's savage grunts and growls of copulation, coupled with Kira's screeches of ecstasy. He felt his arousal pulse shamefully in his drawers at the sight of them fucking without a care in the world. That could be him, he thought bitterly. He could be next to them, lying with the poacher and making love, but here he was, staring at the three of them and gawking like a fool.

The naked female rubbed the inside of her gryphon's thighs, petting her mount's soft fur and whispering sweet words of encouragement as Kira was bred by the ferocious dragon above them. She roved her delicate hands through the hen's lush feathers, eventually settling right near the apex of her pubic mound where she began massaging the gryphon's aching, swollen lips with the soft tips of her fingers. This, coupled with the added stimulation of the massive dragon-cock filling her mount's tight cunt, quickly became too much for the poor bird. Kira squirmed uncontrollably, screeching and whimpering as she was brought to a mind-shattering orgasm, warm, juices spraying from her trembling pussy all over Kor and her master below. This only seemed to spur the poacher's efforts as she furiously masturbated her nubile young gryphon throughout its thrashing climax.

_ 'She's a savage!'_, Gidan thought. Pleasuring her mount like a wild animal! There were laws that forbid such lecherous interactions. No one dare speak of them, but they existed in the old scriptures. His hands balled into fists. Everything told him to pull her away and arrest her for committing such a vile act... but he'd sworn an oath ... and there was a dark place in the Beyond reserved for those who broke such sacred promises.

“What your doing is ... is wrong!” he shouted.

“Oh bite me Dragonknight. I'm helping her ovulate. Get over yourself.”

“Ovu-what?”

“Ovulate!” she shouted. “Your dragon doesn't have the right parts for a gryphon! Kira needs some extra love so that his seed takes. You should try it! It's fun!”

He didn't understand a thing about gryphon breeding practices, and it certainly wasn't his idea of fun. Kira seemed to disagree. She rubbed her beak needfully against his beast, her tongue hanging out with a look of total rapture etched across her feathery face. Kor plunged his mighty cock inside her with such intensity, that she could only gurgle and whimper with joy at getting the rough pounding she so deserved. Kor snarled. Shoving his cock deep within her sopping, heat-soaked breeding tunnel with a lewd squelch, the intricate ridges and bumps lining his shaft rubbing all over her silken interiors as she rocked into his every thrust, grinding her rump against the base of his cock, and smearing her sticky sex fluids all over his polished scales.

Gidan grimaced at the sight. It was the messiest thing he'd ever seen, and Kor loved it, his spines pulled back and his fangs exposed. The poacher pushed herself onto her elbows and started licking and sucking on the gryphon's exposed twat, her small, red tongue darting out and flicking all over its sensitive surface. Kira shrieked and cummed everywhere again, screeching and squawking as her eyes rolled up and her pussy vibrated around Kor's throbbing dick. Kor let loose a surprised growl as the gryphon's warm cunt collapsed and squeezed wetly around his length, his dark pupils blooming as he draped himself across her back and started fucking the smaller creature with quick, rutting thrusts.

He noticed the poacher staring at him intently after some time, her upper-body completely soaked with all the excess juices pouring out from her mount's stretched pussy. Gods above it looked filthy down there! She wiped some of the fluids off her face and sucked on a finger, waggling her eye-brows invitingly. For a second, Gidan almost wanted to join her. He felt left out ... unwanted ... would it be so hard for him to walk over, and give her some company underneath their two mounts?

He shook his head in disgust. Was he actually considering committing such a horrendous act? What was the matter with him? He knew better!

Gidan suddenly became acutely aware of a heady, almost dizzying scent that had begun to permeate the surrounding forest. He realized it was the smell of two animals breeding wildly – mostly Kor's – but he could detect faint whiffs of the gryphon's sweet, feminine musk as well. He wrinkled his nose with displeasure. Kor really stank. It was the type of stench that got into your nose and refused to come out, clouding your thoughts with its overbearing, yet strangely arousing properties. Thick, and lingering, and potent.

He wanted more.

Gidan soon found himself taking a step in Kor's direction without even realizing it, dropping his helm as he removed the metal clasps holding his steel chest plate up. It clanked uselessly to the ground. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew within a few moments he'd probably be forsaking his oaths, and abandoning everything of what it meant to be a Dragonknight: Honour ... purity ... restraint ... but for some reason, he didn't care. He wanted to join them in their orgy of lust and carnal pleasures. He wanted lay with the female and fuck her in the grass... feel her nails scratching at his back as he plunged inside her ... he wanted to live!

He removed his steel vambraces, and and shin-plates, his leather gloves, and boots, and iron-linked chainmail, until all he stood in was his white cotton tunic and trousers that billowed lightly in the wind. Kor glared at him, sizing him up as he bred the white gryphon with deep, powerful strokes. He gave an unimpressed snort and licked Kira's neck, unconcerned with his rider's unremarkable physique. The poacher looked at him and grinned, nodding at his erection that threatened to burst through his pants.

“Decided to join us?” she chirped, her entire body dripping with sexual fluids. “It's about damn time.”

Gidan walked over. He pulled off his shirt and hung it over a low branch, standing half-naked before her in the crisp autumn breeze. The poacher gazed at his toned muscles and firm abdomen with a look of approval. She bit her lower-lip.

“You'll have to take off your pants if you want to stick that little monster inside me.” she teased.

He blushed and scowled at her. “I think I've got that much figured out.”

“Well, hurry up then, we haven't got all day. Your mount is going to finish before we even get started!”

He grimaced and removed his pants, kicking them into the bushes next to the poacher's discarded apparel. He covered his groin protectively. Gods it was chilly out! His eyes lingered on the female's smooth, naked body, her natural curves and hairless mound – that she too – had covered with a carefully positioned palm. She looked cozy and warm underneath her gryphon. Natural.

“You first.” he said, pointing. The poacher grinned.

“My my, aren't we demanding?” She let her palm drift away from her loins and trailed it down her wide hips, patting the ground invitingly for him to join her. He gawked at the sight of her delicate, pink flesh tucked neatly between her thighs. It looked soft and warm, like the petals of a small flower, wet, and ready for him to claim. She cocked her eye-brows and smirked.

He took a deep breath and let his hands fall away from his cock. It stood shamefully erect. A greedy, hungry-looking thing, the base of it surrounded by a thick forest of coarse, dark, pubic hair. He was amazed when her smile widened at the sight of it. _ 'Well, what else would she think?'_ he surmised. He supposed if he found her feminine parts so deliciously tempting, it was only natural she'd enjoy the sight of his male ones. A wonder, really, since the sight of his length disturbed even him some days.

“You nobles never disappoint, do you? I haven't seen such a royal cock in ages.” she purred.

He blushed even harder. “I could say the same for you.” he mumbled. He gave an awkward cough when he realized just how foolish he just sounded. “–Minus the cock.” he added quickly. “Just the flesh, and all. I've never seen a... a ... you know ...” he frowned at the amused look she gave him. “Oh never mind. You know what I mean.”

The female chuckled and shook her head. “Are you going to come over here, or am I going to have to beg?”

“I'm coming I'm coming.” he mumbled. He walked over, making sure to keep a cautious eye on Kor. His mount was busy humping away into the tiny gryphon beneath him, their feral bodies smacking together as his black cock spread her swollen lips wide, and filled her hot, dripping cunt full of his impressive girth. Kira screeched and kneaded at the ground, her pale white claws ripping into the earth, and her eyes glazed with pleasure as Kor took her as if she we're the last fuck of his life. His dragon grunted each time it shoved its throbbing member inside the hen's desperate body, her croons of pleasure echoing loudly throughout the forest for all to hear.

_ 'Someone is going to find us with all the racket they’re making!'_ he thought. An Imperial patrol perhaps. They'd come trumping through the woods and see him lying in the dirt with a poacher, their mounts' fucking wildly above them, as they fucked in the mud. It would be a nightmare he thought with a groan. They'd be riddled full of arrows in a second.

He was making excuses. They were so isolated; no one would ever find them in a thousand years. Gidan took another step forward – and before he knew it – he was standing right next to Kor, his mount too busy pounding away at the tiny gryphon to even bother acknowledging his presence. He furrowed his brow and cleared his throat. The scent had increased tenfold now that he was so close to them, and each breath the took was thick and heavy with Kor’s rich, dominating musk. He inhaled a deep lungful of it, feeling his length pulse as the heady stench filled his nostrils, and forced him to imagine doing things to his beast no man should ever think about. It was shameful to admit, but the sight of his dragon having sex was incredibly alluring. There was no denying it. Kor was usually such a regal, dignified beast, that watching him lose all control – all because a little gryphon had lifted her tail and spread her legs for him – was something both terrifying, and astonishing at the same time. The poacher patted the soft grass beneath Kira, as if lying there while her gryphon was getting bred was something she did every day

“C’mon Gidan, come get a closer look at what your dragon is really made of.”

He shook his head in disbelief, unable to wrap his head around the fact he was about to have sex with a woman while their mounts went at it. The young male got onto his hands and knees, lifting Kor’s heavy tail out of the way and crawling between the dragon’s muscular hind-legs. The pungent smell of the beast’s tailhole washed over him, and he did his best to avoid lingering in that particular spot any longer than necessary. It was hot and steamy beneath the two large creatures, the gryphon’s lush fur brushing across his skin as he listened to the wet smack of their bodies slapping together. The poacher shifted to the side to make room for him, a sly grin twisting across her pretty face.

“Look how the mighty Dragonknight has fallen.” she chirped. “There’s hope for you yet Gidan.”

He grabbed her hand. “C’mere you.” he growled. He fell onto his back, pulling her with him. The female gave a little shout of surprise and landed on his chest, giggling as their naked bodies rubbed against one other and he kissed her passionately. They twisted back and forth for a few seconds before she pulled back and gazed at him with a heavy-lidded gaze, biting her lower-lip with anticipation. He tried to raise himself to his elbows, but the wild woman straddled his waist and pushed him back down, tossing her hair over one shoulder and giving him a knowing smirk. Above them, Kira was gurgling and gasping with pleasure, lewd slops emanating from her over-stretched pussy each time Kor penetrated her nethers. They’d finally settled into a comfortable pace, and Kor seemed to be enjoying himself quite thoroughly now.

Gidan cocked an eyebrow. “Well, you finally got me here, what’s next?”

She gave another one of those sly grins he was starting to like. “Try and guess Dragonknight.”

He returned a shy smile and ran his hands over her smooth curves, squeezing her firm buttocks and feeling his cock rub against the small of her back. Her skin was much darker than his, and he liked the way she moved against him. “I guess we … um … have sex?”

She laughed and lowered herself down to whisper in his ear, her perky breasts right in his face and her long hair tickling his cheeks. “Not one to mince words, are you Gidan?” she purred. “Yes, now we can fuck.”

He held his breath and let his grip on her rove towards her midriff. The poacher was lean and muscular, but thick in all the right places. She lifted herself up and grinded her hips back against his aching length, giving a soft moan of desire as her fingers danced towards her pussy, and rubbed against her flushed clitoris. He watched as one finger – then two – traced down and slipped inside her tight cunt, the sensuous female giving a few tentative thrusts before pulling them out and giving the fluid-soaked digits a lick, all while batting her dark eyelashes at him seductively.

Gidan groaned. She was so wet that he couldn’t even think straight. His heart pounded inside his chest as the woman ground hips against his abdomen, grabbing his cock and making him go stiff as a rod. She guided his penis towards the entrance to her feminine passageway, her eyes twinkling with a hungry glint.

“You ready Gidan? I’m gonna ride you like you ride your dragon.”

He didn’t respond, so focused he was on the sight of his cock about to slip inside her body and steal his virginity, taking with it his vows, his honor, and everything he’d ever sworn to uphold.

He could hardly wait.

With a final, naughty glance, she placed her hands on his shoulders and sunk down, his thick cock spreading her swollen, supple lips and breaching the tight barrier of pink flesh. The poacher gave a low moan as he entered her, descending slowly until their bodies met with a lewd slap. All the air left Gidan in a rush, his eyes squeezed shut as he hissed with pleasure. It was so warm, and wet, and tight inside her, all he could do was lie back and groan as the beautiful woman started bouncing up and down on his cock. Her silken interiors clenched around his invading shaft, almost as if it was a personal sheathe meant just for him. He grabbed her rump, clasping the smooth skin and squeezing it tight, thrusting to meet her each time she sunk down. The poacher looked at him and grinned, their bodies slapping together at a rough, steady pace.

“Feels good doesn’t it Gidan? Probably – ah! – better than any noble girl huh?”

He nodded, a thin trickle of sweat rolling down his brow. “D-definitely.”

She gyrated her hips as their mounts fucked wildly above them, Kor plugging the gryphon’s cunt full of his ribbed cock. Already Gidan could feel a building sense of tension rising in his loins as the female rode him hard and fast, and he knew without a doubt, he wouldn’t last long at the pace they were going at. He grunted as she rose off him, giving him a good, long look at his soaking shaft covered in her slimy fluids. “You should see the look on your face Gidan.” she chuckled softly. “It’s cute.”

He blushed, lifting her up and jamming himself inside her, determined to not look like a dolt on his first time. The poacher gasped in shock, her grin quickly returning.

“Well, your certainly are eager. That’s good.”

“I’m more than eager.” he growled. He tried to roll her over and get into a better position, but the poacher pushed him back to the ground and kissed him hard on the mouth.

“I don’t think so Gidan.” She whispered in his ear, her long brown hair shrouding his face. “I want you to see your mount fill mine up. I want you to have a firsthand view of Kor impregnating my gryphon.”

Gidan groaned. Oh Gods. What a mess that would make. He supposed it would be better if he didn’t think too much about it, besides, they’d gone too far to turn back now. He looked up, watching Kor’s midnight black cock spear inside Kira’s sopping flesh. The poor bird was screeching and pushing back into his every thrust, her nethers fluttering around his impressively ridged shaft as he pounded away at her cunt. Gidan could actually see each fleshy nub slipping inside her, digging into her flesh, stimulating the small gryphon until she’d climaxed so many times he lost count. From the sounds they were making though, it was clear their romp was coming to an explosive finale.

The poacher raised herself up and started riding him once more, arching her back and moaning with pleasure. Any more thoughts were quickly wiped from his head as he started thrusting to match her rapid pace, their bodies slamming together as his girth spread her pussy wide open. Her pants and gasps started getting louder, one of her hands dancing towards her clit and rubbing it furiously. He concentrated on pushing himself deep inside her soaking tunnel, her vaginal muscles clenching down around his shaft and squeezing it tight.

“Fuck me Gidan.” The poacher moaned in his ear. “Fuck me hard Dragonknight.”

He grabbed her breasts and massaged them roughly, feeling her nipples stiffen at his touch. He could tell this is exactly what she wanted all along: him, losing control, and giving her everything he had. His breathing was labored now, pleasure coursing through his length and clouding his mind with thoughts of spilling his seed inside her. Kor’s thrusts had become brutal in their intensity as well, his hips ramming forward as he bred the gryphon beneath him at a blinding pace. Fluids dripped down Kira’s snatch all over Gidan’s face and chest, the overpowering stench of two rutting beasts making him want to join them in their release. He watched Kor slam forward one last time and bury himself fully inside the tiny gryphon below, throwing his head back, and giving a roar so loud and dominant, Gidan felt it vibrate in his very bones. The dragon’s cock-tip rammed against Kira’s battered cervix in a single, triumphant thrust, pulsing violently, and unleashing the contents of his internal balls directly inside her fertile womb. The gryphon shivered in ecstasy along with him, collapsing weakly as her cunt constricted tightly around Kor’s shaft, and brought both creatures to a violent, ear-splitting climax.

There was a sloppy, squelching sound as Kor emptied himself inside the gryphon’s quivering depths, waves of hot, fertile dragon-spunk splashing inside her ravaged cunt, and filling Kira in an instant. Gidan watched in awe as the gryphon’s gut swelled from the obscene amount of cum spurting inside her fertile little sanctuary, fertilizing every egg she carried, until the rest spilled out from her over-stretched pussy, and drizzled down the inside of her shaking legs. He coughed and spluttered as steaming hot rivulets of his dragon’s spent jizz dripped into his mouth, sitting upright and immediately finding himself in the poacher’s messy embrace. Her tongue dove inside his mouth they both hungrily made out with each other, the pleasure quickly becoming far too much for Gidan to handle. With a final thrust – he too buried himself to the inside his female companion.

The poacher arched her back and cried out, her pussy clamping around his shaft as he twitched and throbbed inside her, shooting his seed deep inside her nubile body. The poacher trembled against him, wet juices squirting from her cunt as waves of ecstasy unlike anything he’d ever felt before cascaded through him in body-wracking pulses. He shook uncontrollably, falling to his back with a groan as the woman continued to ride his cock throughout their thrashing, dual-orgasm.

By the time it ended, they were all panting heavily and incredibly exhausted. Kor had dragged Kira onto her side next to him, draping a long, black wing over-top of her body and pulling her in close. She gurgled happily and snuggled against his chest, his cock still plugged inside her sloppy vent.

“Not bad for your first time, Dragonknight.” the poacher purred in his ear, she cast her gryphon an appraising look. “I’m sure Kira agrees as well.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself.” he countered with a grin. It felt great lying there in the grass with her, his body throbbing pleasantly with heat. She bit her lower-lip and gave him a sly wink, both of them coming down from their incredible climaxes.

“What does this mean?” he asked curiously. It was an odd – yet honest question, and he was looking for an answer. “You haven’t even given me your name yet.”

The woman gazed at him playfully, her warm, dark eyes betraying nothing. “My name is Sahleene.” she admitted. “And it means whatever you want it to mean Dragonknight.”

“It must mean something.” he responded. “Truly, it does.” He took her hand, and now she gazed up at him with something along the lines of uncertainty. “Come back to the castle with me Sahleene.” he whispered. “I’ll say you protected me from an attack, an ambush, my armor has the marks to prove it! You’ll be rewarded and pardoned for your crimes, I could even find you a place in town … somewhere safe … where we could see each other …” he trailed off.

“So I could be your concubine?”

“No, of course not!”

Sahleene smirked, and he could tell she was joking, but her warm smile faded, a look of sadness crossing her features. She brushed her fingers down strong, stubbly chin and sighed. “It’s a tempting offer Gidan, but I can’t. Our ways of life are far too different. You know this to be true.”

He looked away and blushed, feeling foolish for even asking. “They don’t have to be.” he mumbled. “You could have everything you ever dreamed of. More, if you so desired.”

Now it was her turn to smile. “I already have everything I need! A good mount, an open sky, what more do is there? Perhaps it is you that should come with me!”

He chuckled and pulled her close. “Somehow I don’t see that happening.”

She gave him a gentle push. “Well, I did make you forsake all those oaths. That should count for something, right?”

Gidan grimaced. “Yes, my honor is forever tarnished thanks to you.”

She stared at him hotly until she realized he was joking, raising an eyebrow with minor interest. “A jest huh? I didn’t think Dragonknights were capable of those.”

“I guess I’m not a very good Dragonknight.” he sighed.

Sahleene grinned, her fingers dancing down his chest. “Don’t be like that. You’re a fine Dragonknight. I won’t lie, for a second back there, I was sure you were going to kill us. If you hadn’t gotten all tangled up like that, I think we were done for.”

“Well, you did send an arrow straight at my face.” he explained. “I had good reason.”

“Oh please Gidan. It was just a warning shot.”

“Didn’t feel like a warning shot.” he growled, squeezing her rump playfully.

She giggled. “Kira had everything under control. Right Kira? The gryphon gave an exhausted warble, fluttering in Kor’s embrace as the large dragon nuzzled her mane and shuffled his hips, working his seed deep inside her breeding passage. Sahleene chuckled. “Look at her – the big fluffy hen – if that’s not the look of a pregnant gryphon, I don’t know what is.”

Gidan glanced at their cuddling beasts. Kor had himself wrapped around the tiny bird, goopy semen bubbling from Kira’s sopping flesh and smeared all over her tailfeathers. She looked completely satisfied, her golden eyes glazed with pleasure and her white plumes splayed out everywhere. Kor seemed calm and relaxed, draped over-top of the smaller creature and licking her neck possessively. He’d claimed his mate. There was no doubt about that.

“Watch.” the poacher indicated with a nod of her head. “Your beast is going withdraw soon, you don’t want to miss it.”

She was right. Kor gently rolled his hips and pulled out, his erection slipping free from the gryphon’s cunt with a lewd plopping sound_. _ A gush of thick white seed spurted out in its wake, splashing all over her matted fur. The gryphon’s needy whine was interrupted by Kor’s tongue burrowing its way into sloppy breeding-canal a second later, her eyes going wide with surprise, before rolling up as she melted into a haze of pure ecstasy. Kor licked her flesh in deep, loving strokes, his cum-soaked shaft slowly retreating back inside his vent, leaving Gidan to wonder how he’d ever manage to clean his mount there ever again. _ _

Sahleene gave him a clever look. “Such a gentleman. Why couldn’t you do that?”

He frowned. “Kor’s tongue is longer.”

Sahleene’s eyes twinkled playfully. “Excuses excuses.” She walked over to their mounts, Kor looking up, then hissing when she got too close. The beast’s eyes almost seemed to ignite, his spines pulled back menacingly in a sign that would have made any normal person soil themselves in fear. Incredibly, the poacher continued – albeit slower this time – cautiously – respectfully bowing her head, yet staring him right in the eyes. Kor cocked his neck and flicked his tongue out, tasting the air with mild curiosity. Maybe he sensed she wasn’t a threat, maybe he smelled the scent of his mate on her, or maybe he just didn’t really care. Either way, his burning eyes narrowed, then cooled in their intensity. His facial spines relaxing into a more reserved state.

Gidan couldn’t believe it, she’d … she’d stared down Kor! He’d never seen anyone else do that before! He watched in amazement as Sahleene knelt down right in-front of the dragon and touched his spiny muzzle, the great beast flinching back and snorting a big cloud of steam right in her face. The poacher’s hair flew up in the air before drifting back down to her shoulders. Gidan thought for sure she was about to die. He was about to scream at her to get back … when the words caught in his throat.

Kor craned his neck out as she scratched behind his horns just the way he liked, his deep, rumbling exhalations turning into a baritone purr, and his back-leg tapping repeatedly on the ground in pleasure. Gidan stumbled to a halt, his jaw hanging open. “What … the?”

He watched in complete bewilderment as the poacher pulled Kor in and whispered something in his ear, something that made the dragon’s tongue hang out and his cock grow hard with lust again, his slimy member pulsing back to life and jutting straight into the air. She finished the strange ritual by kissing Kor on the lips, the dragon going cross-eyed and giving a surprised yowl, shaking his head and looking back at the poacher with renewed interest. She stood up and said something that he did not understand, in some language unlike anything he’d ever heard before. His dragon responded by unwinding himself from around the panting gryphoness and standing up, rustling his great wings and shifting his steely focus on him.

Gidan shivered, meeting his mount’s smoldering glare. “What … what did you tell him?”

The poacher rubbed Kira’s swollen belly, the white gryphon rolling over and proudly exposing her messy vent for her master’s approval. Sahleene chuckled and ruffled the bird’s tummy, the little creature squawking and writhing happily on the ground.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

“Yes. Out with it.”

“Come over here, and I’ll tell you. Come say hi to Kira.”

Gidan frowned, casting a nervous look at his lurking dragon. His mount huffed, and he took it as a sign he wouldn’t get ripped in half should he approach the females. He walked towards them. Kor watching every step he took with a calm authority. He got to his knees, Kira batting her long eyelashes at him and purring contently.

“Well, pet her!” Sahleene insisted. “Say hello.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“Kira likes everyone. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know. All mopey and brooding, lighten up! Relax!”

_ “Brooding!”_ He took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m not brooding, there’s just … a lot going through my head at the moment. I’ll pet Kira if it makes you happy.” He reached out and ruffled the gryphon’s belly-fur, meeting the creature’s curious expression. Kira’s tongue was hanging out as she panted with excitement, her white paws curled up into little balls on her chest. The bird’s fur was delightfully soft and warm, the thick, oily plumes slipping through his fingers like water. “Hello Kira.” he said awkwardly. “Er … that’s a good little gryphon.” the female gave him an odd look and shuffled her hips, whimpering and trying to get him to look at her exposed vent drenched in his dragon’s semen. He jerked his hand back and did everything in his power to avoid doing such a thing. Kira gave a sad, melancholy whistle.

The poacher gave him a disappointed look. “You’re going to deny her? That’s mean. She just wants a little affection.”

“I’m not petting your gryphon down there.” he stated firmly. “It’s wrong. Now how did you get my dragon to listen to you? I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”

The poacher flashed her teeth in a sharp smile. “You’re not going to like the answer Gidan.”

“I got that much already figured out.”

“You Dragonknights aren’t the only ones who can understand your beasts.” she explained with a tiny smirk. “I gave Kor an offer he couldn’t refuse. “I promised I’d tend to him, if he lets you take Kira. An exchange – if you will – as a sign of good trust.”

“You …WHAT?” he stammered. “Are you insane!?”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

He shook his head vehemently. “Not a chance! I am not doing that! You are not doing that! We, are not doing that!”

The poacher smirked, Kor looming up behind her and staring at him with those burning, crimson-red eyes of his. He nudged the woman with his snout and made an odd, throaty gurgle, licking her cheek with his slimy tongue. Sahleene chuckled stroked his spiny frills. “You can try and discuss it with Kor if you want, but somehow I don’t see him changing his mind.”

“I am not … lying ... with your … beast.” he seethed. “It’s not right.” Kira’s feathers wilted and she gave a disappointed warble. Sahleene shook her head patted her mount’s flank reassuringly.

“That’s okay.” she said a little too calmly for his liking. Kor got up and started pacing around her, his muscular tail trailing down the poacher’s slender shoulders. “If you don’t take my gryphon, She’ll force herself upon you. Then, once she’s had her fun, I’ll let Kor do the same. It’s your decision Gidan.” She nodded forebodingly over his shoulder. “Chose carefully.”

A chill raced up his spine and he turned about, finding himself face-to-face with his hulking mount. The black dragon snarled and exposed his dripping black fangs, his pupils narrowing to tiny slits. Steam billowed from his upturned nostrils, indicating towards the gryphon with a calm, practiced stare. Gidan understood perfectly, swallowing in shock. He couldn’t believe it. Kor was offering Kira to him. His dragon wanted him to mate with her!

He trembled. On some primal level, he knew he should feel honored, blacks were highly territorial, and were only known to share their mates with those they trusted most, but he was too afraid to act on his impulses … too concerned about the consequences of committing such a bestial act. They weren’t even the same species! It was wrong. But a quick glance at the needy gryphoness suggested otherwise.

He groaned as Kira her shuffled hips and pleaded weakly for him to claim her. There was no doubt in his mind that she wanted this, and he felt his loins stir with lust as he caught sight of her succulent pink flesh tucked snuggly between her thighs, a thick stream of his dragon’s creamy spunk oozing from her slit. He imagined how tight it would feel slipping inside her … cum squelching around his cock as he thrust into her hot, clenching body. He took a deep breath and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of such lecherous thoughts. Kor’s musk was thick and oppressive, wafting off the dragon’s sweat-soaked crotch in palpable waves of heat. It was no wonder he was so aroused, that scent refused to leave his nostrils.

“How can you say no to her Gidan?” the poacher purred coming up behind him. She massaged his back, leaning forward and kissing him on the neck. “Kira likes you, she thinks you’re worthy. Go on. I know you want to fuck her.”

He swallowed nervously, his cock twitching in the cool, crisp breeze, he moved to cover it up, but the young gryphon attentively followed the gesture with a knowing look. “She almost ripped my throat out.” he croaked. “What’s to say she won’t try it again?”

“Kira likes it rough.” Sahleene whispered playfully. She winked at her mount and the gryphon gave an appropriate “wark!” her master shaking her head and giving a soft chuckle. “She likes being dominated – the filthy little hen – I’m sure she’ll love it.”

Gidan was frozen in shock. Part of him – the part that was a Dragonknight of the Old Empire – said it was wrong for him to do such a thing … that he should just walk away and never look back, and risk being torn asunder by his beast. But the other part of him – the part growing rapidly inside his loins – urged him to indulge upon his darkest desires. Thankfully, Kor made the decision for him, impatiently shoving him towards Kira with his blunt snout. Gidan yelped in surprise and landed on top of the gryphoness, the large avian crooning with delight and wrapping her wings around his back, trapping him against her fluffy breast. She smelled like a typical gryphon. Musty, and peculiar, but hardly unpleasant. He felt his erection brush against her pouting sex, his dragon’s warm, gooey semen smearing all over his cock and balls. Gidan groaned and hastily tried to push himself off her, but it was no use. Kira wouldn’t let him go.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” the poacher simpered beside him. “Now give her that tender love Kira’s always wanted. Lick her cunt Gidan.”

He blushed furiously, fidgeting against the powerful gryphoness. Kira stared at him with those deep, golden-brown eyes of hers, her tongue flicking out and licking him on the nose. He grunted, amazed at how affectionate she’d become after her romp with Kor. As expected, the gryphon’s feathers were amazingly soft and warm, and he practically sunk into her lush plumage while she shuffled and gyrated against him, purposefully trying to get him fully aroused. Kira’s beak yawned open in a plaintive squawk, her beautiful eyes shining with need.

“Well, what’s the hold up?” the poacher asked, walking towards Kor and stroking his polished scales. “She’s not going to wait all day.”

Gidan found himself inadvertently roving his hands through Kira’s plush fur, the young gryphon writhing and gurgling helplessly on the ground as he slid down her midriff and settled onto his knees, patting her swollen tummy, and feeling his cock swell with blood as she spread her legs wide apart and gazed up at him expectantly. As far as gryphons went, Kira was ridiculously cute. ‘Oh what the hell.’ he thought. It wasn’t like he’d ever get a chance to do anything like this ever again.

He bent down and buried his face between the gryphon’s feathery thighs, the lusty bird giving a surprised squawk, before shivering with pleasure and relaxing her abdominal muscles, letting the curious human explore her nether regions to his heart’s content. Cum dribbled from Kira’s over-stuffed vent as he lapped at her swollen, supple lips, eagerly scooping out as much of his dragon’s sperm as he possibly could. His eyes rolled up at the heady taste of his beast’s jizz mixed with her sweet, feminine nectar. It was like the strongest of aphrodisiacs, and he swirled the creamy substance around on his tongue and ingested it all with audible gulps. It tasted incredibly rich – like every flavor he’d ever experienced all blended into one – and he soon found himself eagerly devouring her sopping puss with an uncanny ferocity, pushing his tongue deep inside her warm cavity of vaginal flesh, and eating Kira out like an animal. He thought perhaps if he did this long enough he’d manage to swallow it all – and already – his belly felt warm and full from the amount of cum he’d ingested, but he knew the majority of it had been forced past the gryphon’s cervix and squirted deep inside her womb, far away from the prying reaches of his meager human tongue. Still, he tried his best.

Gidan licked and kissed the gryphon’s twitching cunt until a lack of air forced him to pull away with a wet sucking noise. Her tight pink hole immediately winked shut, and Kira gave a disappointed warble – the greedy little thing. He was intoxicated, and knowing how thick the musky scent of the two creatures had been just being underneath them, experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely. He turned and found himself face-to-face with the hunter, Kor’s massive head hovering over her shoulder and staring at him coolly, lips curled up in what Gidan distinctly thought looked like the dragon-equivalent of a smirk.

“Enjoying yourself Dragonknight?”

He gave a foolish, clumsy nod, still heaving for breath.

Sahleene cocked an eyebrow. “Well, what are you waiting for? Don’t stop now.” Before he could even react, she forced him back into her gryphon’s muff, Kira giving a high-pitched screech of delight and clamping her thighs around his head, muffling his shout against her warm, wet sex. He groaned as she contracted her vaginal canal and forced him to suck on her juicy twat, expunging the remainder of his dragon’s hot semen past his lips, and deep into the back of his throat. He gagged, swallowing it all until he started to feel woozy, mouthfuls of cum surging straight into his belly and filling him with a pleasant, oozing warmth. His eyes rolled up as the gryphon held him there, grinding her pussy-lips against his face and making him to suckle on her delicious flesh. She tasted strongly like his beast’s cock. Thick and sweet – but distinctly feminine as well. After a couple seconds of this, Kira tensed and suddenly clamped down around his tongue, a powerful, body-wracking tremor rippling through her body. He felt her climax hit hard. Her puffy lips surging with heat as hot juices squirted inside his mouth. He grabbed her trembling thighs and wrenched them apart, pulling himself free from the weakened bird and inhaling a deep breath of fresh air, fresh strings of saliva and other mixed bodily fluids dripping lewdly off his chin. Kira’s pussy vibrated uncontrollably in front of him, her juices squirting from her exposed cunt and matting her sodden feathers. It didn’t take long for him to bury his face in there once more, lapping at her moist flesh until the gryphon was screeching and thrashing in pure ecstasy. His face was soon completely drenched in her warm, slippery juices, and when he pulled back, the gryphon was splayed out all over the ground, twitching and gurgling from the amazing experience. He felt his cock throb almost painfully at the sight of her quivering pussy ready for him to claim, and the way the gryphon kept batting her eyelashes at him, he knew she wanted it bad.

Sahleene came up behind him and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Well damn, I didn’t think you had it in you Dragonknight, that was incredible.”

He wiped his mouth, still panting heavily from the furious bout of oral sex. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Sahleene chuckled softly. “Well, you better believe it Dragonknight, and it’s not over yet. That was just the warm up. Now Kira wants the real thing.”

Gidan glanced at the exhausted gryphon. The beast gave a plaintive squawk and gyrated her hips on the ground, begging for him to thrust inside her hungry little vent.

“Is she ever satisfied?” he asked incredulously. “She’s came at least a dozen times already!”

“Gryphons can mate for hours.” Sahleene explained. “Be thankful your dragon already took a lot out of her. At this point, she’s usually just about ready to sit on my face.”

“You let her do that?”

Sahleene’s grin widened. “All the time. She’s very demanding you see.”

“Wow.”

The poacher traced a finger down his bicep, twirling it in a small circle playfully. “Maybe you can learn a thing or two from us Gidan. Your beast would listen to you more if you actually listened to him for once.”

“I listen to him all the time!” he protested.

Sahleene smirked. “If that was the case, he wouldn’t be throwing you from your saddle just to shove his cock underneath my gryphon’s tailfeathers.”

Gidan furrowed his brow. “It was a vine, remember? And besides, dragons don’t take orders particularly well, do you boy?”

Kor huffed in response, flicking his muscular tail back-and-forth.

“That’s an excuse if I ever heard one.” Sahleene teased. She ran a hand down the small of his back. “I can show you if you’d like … how to treat your mount well.”

He stared at her suspiciously. “What … what are you talking about?”

She moved to Kor’s slouched body, trailing her fingers down his ebony scales. “I can show you how to pleasure your beast Gidan ... I can bring you two closer than you've ever known.” Her hands danced down Kor's soft underside towards his genital slit, brushing against the beast's emerging cock-tip. Kor gave a low, sonorous growl, licking his chops with anticipation.

Gidan swallowed uncomfortably. “H-how would you do that?” he asked. Part of him didn't want to hear the answer, but a bigger part of him – the part he was beginning to accept more and more with each passing second – did.

Sahleene winked. “Perhaps it will be easier if I simply show you.” She knelt down and grabbed his dragon's softening cock with both hands, wrapping her lips around the exotically flared tip and kissing it passionately. Fluids dripped from the corners of her mouth as she stuck her tongue inside the beast's fleshy urthera and sampled his heady pre-cum directly from the source, licking and sucking noisily against his dark, throbbing length. Kor loved it, his tail going stiff as the tiny human tended to his needs. Gidan watched in disbelief as his mount's dick spilled from its slit and hardened within a few short seconds, each ventral nub stiff and pulsing with arousal. Kor stared at him hungrily, obviously pleased at the attention he was receiving from his master’s previous conquest.

Sahleene let the dragon’s slimy length slip from her mouth, wiping her lips with the back of a hand. “Gods above he tastes good. I’m amazed you’ve never tried this before.”

Gidan blushed. “I live within city walls mind you, not all alone in the wilderness.”

She grinned and gave him a knowing look. “More excuses. What’s to stop you from coming out here and doing it?”

He thought for a moment. “Nothing I suppose.”

The poacher placed a hand on her hip. “Well … that’s a start. You treat your dragon well, and he’ll do the same in kind, I promise you that. You Dragonknights are all obsessed with honor, purity, and all that nonsense, when all it takes to be a good rider is giving your mount what it wants. What it needs.”

“I’m a male though. It’s different. It’s not like I can do those sort of things with him!”

Sahleene laughed, Kor’s spines pulling back as he craned forward and rubbed affectionately against her cheek. “Male gryphons mount each other all the time when they have nothing better to do. I’ve seen dragons do the same, hell, even humans do it! You’re telling me you can’t spare your beast a little bit of affection?”

“He’s a dragon Sahleene! A dragon!”

The poacher gave him an admonishing look. “So? You just ate out my gryphon, and you’re about to mate with her! Does that make you feel any better about it?”

Kira gave a noisy chirp of agreement.

Gidan shot the gryphon a dirty look. “Oh be quiet you.”

Sahleene rolled her eyes, idly rubbing Kor’s cock. “Here we go again. Look, if it means anything, I prefer men, but that doesn’t stop me from trying different things. Life is short, it’s in our nature to seek out pleasure whenever we can. Is being a Dragonknight really what you want? So you can die with your mount in some meaningless battle, like you almost did with me?”

Gidan took a slow, deep breath. “No.” he admitted. “But I’m a Dragonknight. I was born to fight.”

“Dying in the mud isn’t something to look forward to Gidan.”

He looked down at the ground. “Perhaps you’re right. But how can I turn away from something so deeply ingrained inside me? Battle is all I know. How can I shirk such responsibility?”

Sahleene smiled, pointing at her gryphon. “You can start by fucking her.”

Gidan glanced at the fluffy gryphoness. Kira’s expression brightened, the young female wriggling excitedly on the ground.

“I think she likes you.” Sahleene chuckled.

He sighed. “She’s a good mount, I’ll admit. Are you sure you about this?”

She waved a hand dismissively. “Of course I’m sure! Go on Dragonknight. It’ll be fun! Don’t worry, I’ll keep Kor entertained while you two go at it.”

He cast her a final, suspicious glance and got to his hands and knees, crawling over-top the jumpy gryphon until he was lying flat across her breast, holding himself up. Kira cooed with delight, spreading her legs and wrapping her wings around him endearingly. He looked into the gryphon’s eyes, his light green ones staring into her liquid gold depths. Deep inside them, he could see the faintest twinkle of sentience. The same twinkle he often saw when looking into Kor’s. Perhaps they weren’t animals at all he wondered. Perhaps dragons and gryphons were in a league of their own. Neither human nor beast. Similar in some ways, yet so much different. He had to admit, the idea was oddly appealing for some reason.

“Er … you ready Kira?”

The bird blinked and gave a happy squawk.

He chuckled, reaching down and grabbing his cock. Kira could hardly wait and pushed against him, grinding her pussy against his firm shaft. He groaned and slipped a finger along her slit, pushing it inside her. Kira screeched and practically sucked the digit in, clenching and massaging his finger with a series of powerful muscular contractions. He couldn’t believe how tight she was! He pulled out and stuck the slimy digit inside Kira’s beak, the bird’s eyes fluttering at the taste of her own juices. He quickly aligned his cock with her entrance, placing the tip between her lips, and waiting for a second just to watch Kira’s reaction. The bird went crazy, giving a series of plaintive whimpers, her slippery cunt winking numerous times at him.

He heard a noisy slurp and looked to his left. Kor was lying on his side, a hind-leg lifted high in the air and exposing his bulky hindquarters for all to see. Sahleene was tucked between his thighs, sucking on the dragon’s massive pole of flesh and – to his perverse astonishment – fingering his dark tailhole as well, her nimble digits sliding in-and-out of his soft, greasy pucker. Kor looked extremely pleased with himself, growling as the female lavished him with attention. She pulled back and looked at him scathingly, her mouth covered in his dragon’s breeding juice.

“Gidan! Don’t tease her!”

He chuckled. It was hard to take Sahleene seriously when she had her fingers jammed up his mount’s ass and her mouth full of pre-cum. “I’m not – woah!” The neglected gryphon wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him in close, making him hiss as his cock-tip kissed her wet hole and breached the supple barrier of tender flesh, sliding smoothly into Kira’s warm, welcoming cunt. His eyes rolled up as Kor’s spent jizz squelched thickly around his shaft, hot rivulets of his dragon’s semen squirting out the tight seal of their bodies, and dripping all over Kira’s fur. The gryphon had no problem taking his entire length inside her, the female’s pussy squeezing and rippling tightly around his manhood.

He moaned as she started bucking against him, driving his shaft deep inside her slender body again-and-again. It only took a couple of seconds for him to adjust to her strange anatomy before he was thrusting along with her, his hips slapping against her fur at a rhythmic pace as Kira warbled happily at finally getting what she wanted.

To their left, Sahleene slavered all over Kor’s twelve-inch black cock, dragging her tongue up its smoky surface, and focusing on each pleasure-filled ridge that lined its tapered length from base to tip. Kor was harder than stone, his pulsing urethra emitting a constant stream of pre-cum that pumped inside her mouth each time she descended upon his bestial length. There was no way she could swallow all of it, and every so often she’d spit it out and rub the creamy substance over his shaft, using the delicious fluid as additional lubrication.

Now, she was practically drenched in the stuff, and it was starting to have an immediate effect on her libido. She felt hot and horny, Kor’s musk swirling inside her nostrils and refusing to come out. Male dragons emitted a powerful pheromone when they were aroused, a pheromone strong enough to attract females from miles away, and debilitating enough to force them to lift their tails – willingly or not. She couldn’t get enough of it, stroking the dragon’s huge penis and making out with the flared tip as messily as she could. Thankfully, Kor reciprocated the attention she was giving him and craned his neck down towards her pubic mound, sniffing her juicy cunt before unfurling his tongue and sliding it deep inside her body. Sahleene gave a tiny scream as she felt the hot, pulsing mass of flesh squirm past her lips, watching them spread open as Kor plugged her cunt full of warm, slimy dragon-tongue.

His tongue was much bigger than Gidan she realized, his red eyes staring into hers as he ate her out. A set of massive paws grabbed her buttocks as Kor rolled over to get into a more comfortable position, his cock slapping against his belly-scales as Sahleene suddenly found herself sitting atop the dragon’s broad chest. She whimpered as the horny creature started earnestly devouring her pussy, lapping at her exposed hind-quarters in big, sloppy licks and kisses.

She couldn’t take another second of it and massaged the dragon’s crinkled tailhole, rubbing the tender bundle of nerves until Kor released a low purr and relaxed his sphincter, his anus flexing open and allowing her to slip her fingers deep inside. It was true about what they said about dragons: They really were the hottest creatures alive. Kor’s innards were practically scalding, and she quickly worked her digits into the slimy tunnel of flesh and muscle. She could tell the beast loved it by the way his cock throbbed powerfully against her chest, a thick gush of fresh pre-cum squeezing out the tip and spurting all over her breasts. She grinded herself against his massive tool, her mind fogging with pleasure as she was rapidly overwhelmed by the beasts talented ministrations.

She didn’t last long after that. Pleasure exploded inside her womb as Kor’s slippery appendage wrenched a massive orgasm out of her. She shook uncontrollably, whimpering as her pussy flushed with heat and clamped around the dragon’s tongue, warmth flooding her vaginal canal with hot, liquid ecstasy. Kor growled and withdrew from her shivering cunt a second later, lapping at the juices that trickled out, and squeezing her rump.

Sahleene did the only thing she could and stuffed her fingers inside the creature’s sweltering asshole, stretching it open. She knew it was probably a bad idea to do something so filthy and taboo, but she didn’t care. After being gifted with such a powerful orgasm, it was only natural that she return the favor. Besides, she’d never done anything so lecherous with a dragon before, and just the thought made her tremble with anticipation.

She leaned forward and closed her eyes, pursing her lips and planting a full, wet kiss directly on the creature’s anus. Almost instantly, her mouth went numb from the taste of Kor’s pungent sphincter filling her oral senses. She licked him once. Twice, and then completely surrendered to it. Only one thought passed through her head after that.

She wanted more.

A lot more.

Sahleene unfurled her tongue and pushed it deep inside the creature’s steamy bowels, shuddering from the overpowering stench of a fully grown dragon’s rump pressed right up against her face. He tasted strong and masculine – so unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Kor purred with delight as the tiny human sucked on his tailhole, relaxing his anal muscles and letting her delve into the deepest, darkest recesses of his body, a thin trail of saliva dribbling down his rump as she hungrily lapped against his delicious pucker. It was soft and smooth, the surface covered in a thin sheen of spicy, pheromone-laden fluid that had accumulated from his furious romp with Kira. She wanted to savor all of him for the rest of eternity, licking his tailhole as only a rider could. She pitied Gidan for never trying this before. He was so close-minded, but she would make him see everything their beasts had to offer – whether he wanted to or not.

She pulled back and gasped for air, Kor’s anus winking shut and completely drenched in saliva. She grinned and wiped her finger across his messy taint, sticking the digit inside her mouth and moaning at the amazingly strong, earthy taste. Kor had definitely enjoyed himself judging by the way he nuzzled her cunt. She reared back and grabbed his towering cock, pulling the throbbing mass of turgid flesh close to her body and rubbing it against her abdomen, squeezing and trying to simulate what a dragon’s warm pussy might feel like.

She was doing something right, because Kor went tense all of a sudden and snarled, jerking his powerful hips and thrusting hard into her grasp. She leaned forward and engulfed the tip of his cock back inside her mouth, choking and forcing as much of it inside her throat physically possible. This, combined with her thighs clamped around his bulging maleness, quickly set the dragon off.

Kor gave a mighty roar, his cock pulsing between her legs and unleashing a torrent of thick spunk directly inside her waiting mouth. Gallons of semen splashed against the back of her throat, her eyes rolling up as she gulped down huge mouthful of burning jizz, before being forced off the twitching rod with a wet pop. Sahleene watched in awe as Kor shot his massive load straight into the air, pumping his spiny shaft and letting it splash all over her face and chest until she was absolutely drenched in his prodigious output. Sahleene counted fifteen thick, heavy ropes of cum surge through Kor’s shaft, more than enough for her to re-position her mouth over-top of his length, and swallow another spurt of his fertile breeding juice. She clamped her thighs around his cock and held on tight, feeling each powerful shudder the beast gave as he emptied the contents of his internal balls all over her nubile body. His jizz was thicker than molasses, rolling down her breasts, and visibly steaming in the frigid outdoor weather. She smiled. Kira’s womb hadn’t stood a chance.

Eventually, each pulse became weaker and weaker, until she had to physically milk the semen out of his twitching cock, lapping the goopy substance up as it bubbled from the swollen tip, and dribbled down his spent shaft. Kor purred with immense pleasure, panting heavily and laying his head back on the ground, his floppy penis gradually retreating back inside his vent, until only the tip poked out. Sahleene collapsed with exhaustion on top of him, completely soaked from head-to-toe in the beast’s sticky emissions. She smiled and watched Gidan and her gryphon go at it, content to simply lie there and come down from her incredible climax, a warm aura permeating her very being.

Gidan shoved himself to the hilt inside the big lusty gryphon beneath him, hands beside her head as pounded her cunt with rough, jarring thrusts. Wet slops emanated from her stretched pussy each time he slammed into her, juices dampening Kira’s thighs as she screeched and squawked at finally getting the rough breeding she so deserved. The beast’s soft wings were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him into her warm, fluffy breast while he worked his cock deep inside her welcoming tunnel of flesh. He buried his face into her mane and inhaled deep breaths of her spicy feminine scent, feeling a rush of excitement course up his spine as he fucked the gryphoness hard and fast. Kira loved it, her cunt flexing around his cock each time he thrust inside her, rippling hard against his pale, turgid manhood.

With a final thrust, Gidan buried his face against her neck, and hilted within his feathery companion. Kira screeched with pleasure, holding him close as deep, muscular contractions rippled through her velvety walls, sucking his cock in until it was pressed right against her hungry cervix. Gidan felt it quiver and flex open, the bird’s pussy conforming perfectly to the shape of his cock, and squeezing it like a vice. He groaned as she climaxed all around him, her cunt vibrating, and milking his shaft for all its worth. A powerful tremble rolled down his spine, his eyes fluttering as his cock pulsed, and he squirted the contents of his balls deep inside her warm depths. He produced nowhere near the amount of ejaculate Kor did, but Kira loved it all the same, holding him close, and grinding her hips up-and-down, ensuring not a single drop went to waste.

Her pussy undulated multiple times around his length, Kor’s semen squelching between the seal of their bodies, and dribbling down her thighs. It was the hottest, wettest, strangest thing he’d ever experienced before … and he never wanted it to end. The gryphon’s exotic birth canal massaged his cock in ways no human’s ever could, both impossibly tight, and flexible beyond measure. He collapsed on-top of Kira and moaned, giving tiny involuntary thrusts into her stretched cunny, and forcing as much cum as he possibly could inside her needy little uterus, plugging the gryphon full of both his – and his dragon’s hot sperm.

The gryphon’s orgasm seemed to drag on forever – lasting much longer than his own. By the time she was done, Gidan was completely exhausted, his balls hanging loose, and his cock left aching from the strain of her muscular contractions. Kira’s hungry little vent had sucked him dry, her womb completely stuffed full of hot cum. Gidan groaned and got to his elbows, staring at the gryphon’s unfocused, heavy-lidded gaze, and unable to conceal the grin that came next.

“H-holy shit.” was all he managed. “T-that was … that was – crazy.”

Sahleene squatted down beside him, rubbing Kira’s swollen tummy, and chuckling when the gryphoness squirmed, and smothered him in her fluffy embrace, refusing to let him go.

“So?” she asked. How was it?”

“Incredible.” he breathed, his voice muffled against the bird’s breast. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“She feels lot different, doesn’t she? Makes humans seem dull by comparison I bet.”

“You felt good too.” he replied. “Kira just felt more … well – you know … wild.”

Sahleene traced a finger down his back and smiled, a shiver coursing through him at her gentle touch. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” she purred. “Now, are you going to lie there all day or what?”

He chuckled. “I don’t think I have much choice in the matter. She’s got me all wrapped in case you haven’t noticed.”

Kira chirped in protest, gyrating her hips, and causing him to groan as Kor’s steaming hot cum slurped noisily around his penis. He managed to get to his knees and pull out, Kira shuddering as his semi-flaccid cock slipped from her well-fucked pussy, and slapped against his thigh. He watched in awe as a flood of semen gushed out in its absence, thick, white, and viscous, oozing down her tailfeathers until the little bird’s rump was drenched in sperm. Thinking quickly, he bent down and started lapping up the mess, grunting as the lusty bird relaxed her abdominal muscles, and pushed the remainder directly into his waiting mouth. He swallowed as best he could, gulping down huge mouthfuls of spent jizz, as he licked and cleaned every inch of the bird’s sweet, feminine petals. Kira flopped onto her back and shivered helplessly, another mini-orgasm wracking through her body. With a particularly lecherous idea, Gidan roved his fingers up the underside of her tail, gently rubbing the bird’s soft pink anus, and smearing his dragon’s greasy cum all over it. Kira growled. The bird’s pucker was hot, wet, and incredibly supple, flexing open invitingly, before clenching hard around his exploratory digits, tugging them right inside her slimy depths. He started gently fingering the gryphon’s asshole, listening to the wet, sucking noises it made, as the female squirmed and warbled haplessly on the ground beneath him.

“Look at that.” Sahleene purred beside him. “You’re finally learning Dragonknight. About damn time.”

He smirked, working his fingers in-and-out of her mount’s taught rectum, and watching as cum dribbled out of her swollen puss. Kira looked barely conscious at this point, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and her tongue lolling out with every thrust he gave her. Sahleene bent down and buried her face in her gryphon’s sopping crotch-feathers, parting her lips wide apart, and driving her tongue deep into the bird’s juicy, cum-filled depths. Even Kor joined in, saddling up close and nuzzling against his mate’s throbbing clit, licking her with his long, glistening tongue. The combined stimulation was far too much for the poor bird to handle, her fragile body totally exhausted after the numerous fucking she’d endured. With a final, defeated whimper – Kira shuddered and went still, her anus, pussy, and wings relaxing all at once, as the musty scent of a well-bred gryphoness permeated throughout the surrounding forest. Completely satisfied, and so very, very pregnant.

Gidan pulled his fingers from the gryphon’s loosened pucker, grimacing, and wiping off the thick rope of slime that clung to them on the inside of one of her fluffy thighs. Sahleene did the same a moment later, rearing back and inhaling a deep breath of fresh air. Only Kor remained, sniffing his mate’s gaping vent, and growling with approval at the scent of her well-fertilized womb. He craned down and rubbed against her tummy, closing his eyes and going into a peaceful, trance-like state. Gidan had never seen his mount look so pleased before, and it made him happy. Kor deserved it after everything they’d been through. Kor deserved it all.

Sahleene came up and squatted down beside him, her dark, raven-black hair a tangled mess, making her look even more wild than usual. She touched one of Kira’s outstretched paw-pads and started gently kneading it, listening to her mount’s quiet snores of bliss. The beast was fast asleep.

“I think we might have gone a little bit too hard on her.” she chuckled. “I’ve never seen Kira this worn-out.”

Gidan smiled, doing the same with another paw, and playing with the beast’s retractable claws. “I don’t think she’s complaining.” he mused.

As if to reinforce this, the gryphon sighed, a fresh spurt of cum surging from her shuddering body. Gidan shuddered too. There was so much. Kor had really done a number on her. Kira would be pregnant with dozens of his eggs he knew, laying them for a day-and-a-night, until she was so weak she could hardly stand. Weak, but satisfied, with a dozen little Kor’s to take care of. He shook his head and groaned. The world already had one Kor. It didn’t need another twelve.

“What now?” he asked. Kor’s ears twitched, the beast turning its head, and staring at him with its hot, piercing glare. Sahleene stood up and joined his beast, running a hand down his spiny jaw-line and whispering something to him in that strange, exotic language he couldn’t understand. Gidan frowned. He hated when she did that, like she was sharing a secret with his beast, and refusing to let him in on it. He let go of Kira’s paw-pad and got to his feet, the wind rustling through his dark, wind-swept hair.

“What did you tell him?” he asked quietly. “What did you say?”

The woman gave a crooked smile, her full, red lips twisting into the shadow of a grin. “You really have no idea, do you Gidan?”

He remained silent. No. He didn’t. But it couldn’t be good.

The poacher shook her head and chuckled softly, rubbing against Kor’s muscular body, and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Kor seemed enthralled by her sensuous touch, his inner-eyelids flicked closed as he wrapped his tail around her waist, and held her close, his breaths calm and measured – soothing almost. Sahleene gave him hypnotic smile, and turned her dark gaze on him once more.

“After all that’s happened. After you tried to cut my fingers off and slay my mount, still, you don’t understand.”

“Explain yourself then.” he demanded. “And I’ll try my best this time.”

She kissed his mount on the cheek, Kor’s blood-red eyes flicking open and focusing on him, a snarl curling on the edges of his snout. He shivered.

“Did you really think I’d let you get away with that?” Sahleene purred. “That I’d simply let you fuck me and be done with it?” she clicked her tongue admonishingly. “No Gidan. Your punishment is going to be a little more severe than that unfortunately. I hope you understand.”

He balled his hands into fists. “You bitch.” he seethed. “I never should have trusted you.”

She seemed unfazed by the insult, walking over to her garments, and slipping inside them whilst Kor prowled about. He kept a wary eye on his beast, unsure of its true intentions. Sahleene pulled her hood over her shoulders and turned to face him, her eyes shrouded in darkness.

“No, you shouldn’t have. But I can’t say I blame you. You we’re so sweet Gidan, so honorable. How could I resist a Dragonknight of the Old Empire? I’ve been looking for the right man to sire my child, same with Kira. Then you came along with your handsome dragon in tow. It was almost too good to be true.”

His eyes narrowed. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So this … this was all just a game to you? Everything we talked about … meant … nothing?”

She slung her bow over her shoulder and unsheathed her dagger, inspecting its razor-sharp edge. “Yes and no. I did offer for you to come with me, Gidan. Run away into the wilds and never come back. If you’d agreed, I imagine things might have been different between us. But now, seeing as you intend to go back to your old life, there’s really nothing more for us to discuss.”

“You still haven’t answered my question” he growled.

She spun her blade through her fingers. “Ah yes, your punishment. I’d be hard-pressed to even call it that, but I suppose that’s what makes us so different, yes?” She sauntered over to his mount and gave Kor’s rump a slap, the beast stiffening, and letting out a surprised growl. “I think I’ll let your beast decide that. He did a number on Kira, I can only imagine what he’ll do to you.”

Gidan froze, his draw dropping in shock. He took a step towards her, his face warped in anger and confusion. “You … you wouldn’t dare–”

_ _ He didn’t get to finish. Kor pounced, a looming shadow of tooth, muscle and claw. Gidan felt himself bowled over, his shoulders slamming into the earth as Kor landed on-top of him and snarled in his face, pinning him down.

“K-Kor!” he stammered. “W-what are you doing? It’s me … Gidan! S-stop!”

The big dragon huffed, steam billowing from his nostrils as he pushed him down and saddled over-top the human’s body, gently thrusting its hips toward his face. Gidan watched in horror as his mount’s swollen ventral lips stretched wide apart, the beast’s massive, drooling phallus spilling out of its transparent film in a gush of slimy lubricants. He winced, feeling the greasy vent-juice splatter all over his abdomen, his nostrils immediately assaulted with the feral stench of male arousal. He whimpered, forced to look upon Kor’s dangling genitalia, thick ropes of clear fluid sliding off it’s dark, glistening surface, while even more pumped out from the depths of his filthy vent.

“K-k-Kor?” he mumbled in awe.

The dragon growled, its dripping member swelling with blood, each beat of its powerful heart making it twitch and grow before the astonished human’s eyes. The beast squat down, pinning him to the floor as its sopping member slapped wetly against his belly, fat globs of musky pre-cum squirting out the tip, and thoroughly drenching the smaller male in his rich, fertile scent. Before Gidan could even fight back, the dragon re-positioned itself, dragging its cock up his chest until the whole thing was dangling in his face, a big, throbbing, pulsing mass of flesh just begging to be sucked. Gidan stared at it cross-eyed, getting a good look at each subtle ridge and bump that covered its midnight black surface, unconsciously licking his lips with anticipation. He’d never been so intimately close to his mount’s cock before, only catching brief glimpses of it when the creature lifted a hind-leg to mark his territory, or relieve himself against a tree during a long expedition. Even then, it was always tucked neatly inside its slit. Now, hanging limp and exposed, the scent of it struck him all at once, stunning in its intensity, and before Gidan could react, Kor’s talons circled around the back of his head, and pressed his face right into his sweaty crotch, smothering his former master against the damp, greasy folds of his vent.

Gidan choked, his eyes rolling up, and his throat constricting as he was forced to inhale deep lungfuls of his beast’s rank stench. It practically knocked him out, surging up his nostrils straight into his head, disorienting in its intensity, and spreading throughout his limbs in a warm, tingling wave. He whimpered at the ferocious smell of sweat, cum, and sweet feral sex, its potency clouding his mind with lust, and making his cock pulse to life as he breathed it all in.

Kor’s immense body-heat washed over him, the large male relaxing his vent with a pleased growl, until the struggling human stopped resisting, fat ropes of musk-laden juice drooling all over his face and neck. Gidan’s eyes watered up, opening his mouth as he stuck his tongue out, and slipped it into the soft flesh of his mount’s sex. It parted with a wet sucking noise, dark and glistening, eager to be explored by his flexible muscle.

The taste. Oh gods, the taste. _ His entire mouth went instantly numb – and yet – he couldn’t stop. _ All he could hear was Sahleene laughing as he desperately lapped at the mess oozing out of Kor’s slit. The dragon’s cock pushed forth from its depths, hardening against the side of his face. Kor seemed amused at how quickly he’d surrendered, growling, and holding his head in place, making sure his former master didn’t get a single whiff of fresh air, and forcing him to inhale his intoxicating musk until it was simply all he knew. Gidan massaged the dragon’s genital slit, digging his tongue in nice and deep, and marvelling at all the strange scents and flavors his beast’s folds had to offer. There was something incredibly hot about being forced to pleasure his mount like so. It went against every code of ethics he’d sworn to uphold … but he didn’t care. He wanted to serve his mount. He wanted to be used by Kor, even if it changed him forever. No longer were they rider and mount, man and beast. No, the poacher had ruined that. Now they were something far greater. Now they were mates,

It only took a few licks of his mount’s cock for Kor to lose all the respect for him. The beast jerked forward, Gidan whimpering as his face was smothered in between the drake’s sweaty thighs, his skin drenched in a sticky mildew of slick, natural lubricants. Kor’s vent was hot and moist, fluids gushing all over his chin as he was enclosed in a dank, reeking enclosure of flesh-and-scale. He gasped for air, juices gushing inside his mouth while his lungs ached for breath. He swallowed. Good gods¸he swallowed, a warmth blossoming inside his chest as he ingested Kor’s pheromone-ladden secretions. They rolled down his throat in a nauseating wave, and once he was done, another fresh gush came leaking out, bathing the upper-half of his body in a dripping layer of dragon-slime.

“You know–” Sahleene purred beside him, rubbing Kor’s leg and whispering in his ear. “–A dragon’s musk is incredibly addictive. Like a male gryphon’s, only much, much stronger. They use it in love potions back in the village, you see. A diluted version, mind you, but potent nonetheless. They say it can drive a man wild with desire, and instill in his mate a sense of lust so intense, that she cannot help but throw herself at his feet. I’ve lain with my beast countless times, so I’m no stranger to its effects. But you? You’ve never even gotten so much of a whiff of your mount down there.” she laughed. “–And now you’re sampling him straight from the source. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” She reached down and rubbed his penis, earning a stifled moan the Dragonknight’s puckered lips. “–That’s what. It makes you harder than you’ve ever been. It makes you lose control. It makes you want to submit, if only to relieve the burning heat growing within your loins. That heat won’t stop growing Gidan. And you’re mount knows this. Kor is going to breed you. He’s going fuck you senseless, just like he did with my lovely Kira. And when he’s done filling your guts full of cum, you’ll wish he never stopped. Maybe then you’ll show him the respect he truly deserves.”

A moan was his only response. A weak, surrendered, moan.

Sahleene chuckled. “Give a dragon what he wants Gidan, and he’s just going to ask for more.”

Kor’s grip tightened and yanked him back, his face detaching from the beast’s slimy vent with a loud slurp._ _ He landed on his back, disoriented, with juices sputtering from his gasping mouth.

‘K-k-Kor!’ he thought. ‘_It’s–it’s me!’ _ The beast glared at him, its eyes two, dark, unblinking flames, slit-like pupils boring into his very soul. The beast’s facial spines flared out as it craned down and gave an inappropriate grunt, kneading his chest, and pleased he was no longer resisting. Gidan flinched as Kor sniffed his neck, the dragon’s heavy tongue unfurling, and slapping against the side of his cheek, lathering his entire face in a thick layer of warm saliva. He pursed his lips and flinched away, but the beast’s organ forced its way inside his mouth, sliding deep into the back of his throat, and giving him a big, messy kiss. Gidan gagged, his eyes rolling up as he suckled on the flexible organ, Kor chirping in delight as he violated his master’s mouth in ways he never dreamed of. Gidan felt the dragon’s penis rubbing against his own, smothering his pathetic human musk, and replacing it with that of a fully-aroused male drake: The musk of a powerful breeder, who’d soon be staking its claim upon his defenceless body. Gidan was powerless to resist, and could only lie there and moan as he was orally deflowered by his mount. There was no way he was ever escaping Kor’s clutches now. The beast was going to fuck him. Roughly.

And he didn’t even care.

He was drunk on the beast’s pheromones, moaning as Kor’s bitter tongue slipped from his throat, and retreated inside the creature’s maw. Gidan gasped, his eyes snapping open as he craned forward and whimpered pitifully, Kor pinning him down beneath his claws and flashing his teeth, pleased at his master’s new-found subservience. The large male rubbed against him, rumbling affectionately in a tone that Gidan found highly disturbing. He knew it was time.

The dragon pulled back, before jabbing its cock against the young man’s virgin asshole. Gidan gasped at first, clenched at the dirt, squeezing his sphincter shut, and feeling his legs pushed into the air by the strength of his mount’s first thrust. Gods above! Kor was huge! He was going to be ripped in half! The dragon’s member was slick and warm with pre-cum, thick globs squirting out the tip all over his sphincter as the beast accommodated to his considerably smaller frame. It was hot tucked beneath his mount’s body, waves of heat washing off his burnished scales, and causing the poor human to sweat profusely, humiliated, and utterly horrified at what was about to happen. Sahleene was right. Kor was going to breed him. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The dragon grunted and thrust forward, the tip of his ebony cock breaching Gidan’s anus, and sliding a deep inside his tight, unprepared rectum. Blinding pain suddenly ripped through his lower-body, his eyes screwed shut as he arched his back and cried out at the sudden penetration. It hurt. Badly. His mount’s throbbing dick impaled his backside, practically splitting him in two. Kor licked his neck, trying to soothe the frightened human between his legs, but it didn’t work. Gidan twisted and writhed, pushing against Kor’s legs and trying to break free, yet all his struggles were in vain. The dragon was a resolute pillar of sinew and claw, muscles rippling as he rocked back-and-forth, and gently forced his massive pole of flesh inside Gidan’s over-stretched pucker, the human’s mouth gaping open in a soundless scream of agony.

_ “Relax.”_ the poacher suddenly whispered in his ear. Her voice soft, and sweet, and warm like honey. “Kor doesn’t want to hurt you. He wants to mate with you. Don’t fight it. Let him.”

He grimaced, sweat trickling down his brow as he looked up, and met Kor’s molten gaze. It took every bit of self-control he had to keep from passing out, the dragon crouched possessively over-top his body, letting him adjust to the massive breeding-tool shoved up his ass. Kor leaned down and nuzzled against him, hunching his hips, and forcing the man to whimper as he was he was spread around the beast’s formidable girth. It hurt less this time, but barely.

He was completely stuffed, the beast’s massive cock squirting pre-cum all over his tender anal walls, and making each thrust a little easier to take. Kor dug his claws into the earth and snarled with pleasure, pleased at finally claiming his master’s innocence. It felt good, Gidan imagined, to be crammed into something so tight, and warm … so familiar. All his life, he’d been denying Kor that which was rightfully his. His right to breed. To mate. And now – Kor was indulging in all his pent-up urges. First, he’d bred with the gryphoness, ensuring his seed had taken, then – out of respect – he’d let his master take her as well. Now, he was due comeuppance. And after years of being ridden, restrained, and berated incessantly, Kor knew exactly what he wanted.

Him.

The dragon growled and flared its wings out, wrapping Gidan up in its, dank, leathery embrace. It was hot, hotter than anything imaginable – and sweet. Gidan wrinkled his brow at the ripe stench of his sweat-soaked beast, Kor wrapping his talons around his waist, and slipping his ribbed cock from depths of his body. He whimpered, a spurt of creamy pre-juice dribbling from his quivering asshole. The beast’s cock sprung free and slapped against his belly, making him flinch back. All he could smell was the scent of sex, cum, and potent feral musk coating its length, a smoky, dizzying blend that made him wrinkle his brow in displeasure. Kor reeked of male sex, and by the time they were done, Gidan knew he would as well.

His ass felt cold and empty without Kor’s fat cock plugged inside it, and without thinking, he spread his legs, and moaned for his beast to take him, ashamed at how readily he’d submitted to its hedonistic will.

Kor didn’t need much encouragement. The dragon crouched down and slid its greasy phallus between his ass-cheeks, finding Gidan’s hole, and eagerly pushing inside it. The man hissed, feeling the tip breach his tender seal of anal flesh, Kor sinking into his well-stretched pucker right to the hilt.

Waves of heat radiated off of the beast’s crotch, the dragon’s swollen vent-lips flushed tight against his rump. Gidan could feel his innards shift to make room for the gigantic cock spearing through them, jolts of pain coursing up his spine as he panted and moaned in discomfort. Kor gave pleased rumble and rolled his hips, dragging his spiny cock from Gidan’s anus, before slamming it back in anew. The force of the beast’s thrust knocked the wind from his lungs, a groan escaping Gidan’s lips as he felt the Kor’s ribbed cock sink inside him one ridge at a time. His eyes rolled up. Oh gods, it felt incredible. The dragon’s shaft popped in with a wet, satisfying squelch, hot fluids gushing around the rim of Gidan’s asshole, and trickling down his balls. He’d never felt so full in his entire life! Kor’s length made him bulge ever-so-slightly right beneath the navel, and he rubbed the tender area in disbelief, feeling the dragon’s cock pulse bestially inside him. Gidan moaned, his dick grinding against Kor’s chitinous underside, smearing pre-cum all over them both. The dragon took a few seconds to savor the moment, letting his sheer presence dominate the tiny human huddled beneath his legs, then he pulled back and started humping away, his slimy crotch slapping noisily against Gidan’s rump.

He clenched his teeth and grabbed Kor’s forelegs, whimpering at every thrust. All he could feel was inch-after-exotically-smooth-inch of thick, greasy dragon-cock plunging into bowels, the wet, sloppy sounds of animalistic sex filling the air around him. Gidan could hardly breathe with the weight of his dragon bearing down on him, and all he felt was the beast’s cock battering against his asshole, a thick bulge of flesh rapidly swelling up at the base. Gidan looked down and nearly fainted in surprise.

Kor had a knot. A big, shiny, black one.

They were a rarity on dragons, although not unheard of. Kor’s was shaped just like a dog’s, only much bigger and more intimidating. Numerous pulsing veins ran along its surface, the beast grunting with strain as it tried to force it in. He hadn’t noticed it before when Kor had been fucking Kira, but now he felt it, banging against his sphincter, and yearning to jam itself somewhere hot, and warm, and tight. Somewhere like his asshole.

Gidan tried to remain calm. It was far too big, he reasoned. There was no way it would ever fit! But there was a twinge of fear deep inside his gut. He flinched. It was possible, he knew. Kor would make it fit. One way or another.

He struggled, but there was no point anymore. Kor was busy fucking him senseless, and after a few minutes of hard, continuous pounding, any thoughts of resistance quickly melted away.

Gidan’s grip tightened around the beast’s forelegs, his tongue lolling out as his anus shuddered violently around the cock buried inside it. Kor growled and thrust harder, rutting him like a wild animal. Fluids dribbled from Gidan’s loosened hole, Kor’s secretions having made it a nice, sloppy fuck-tunnel for him to breed. Gidan moaned. He couldn’t feel his legs anymore, his cock bouncing against his belly as the beast’s dick hammered against his prostate. Sweat glistened all over his body, his lust-addled mind telling him to grab his length, and start masturbating furiously. He did, and Kor rumbled in delight, dragging his dripping fangs up Gidan’s neck, and growling in his ear. He enjoyed dominating his master like so. He enjoyed it quite a bit.

Kor licked his lips and crouched down, lifting his fat tail high in the air, and burrowing his cock deep inside the human’s asshole. Gidan’s eyes shot open. It was the deepest he’d gone yet, the beast’s massive knot straining hard against his stretched pucker, pulsing, and throbbing, and grinding against it. He grimaced and clenched down, trying to keep it out, but Kor wrenched back and gave a series of violent humps, his cock-spines flaring out and digging hard into Gidan’s delicate inner-flesh. The human’s eyes fluttered, loud slops emanating from his ruined anus as he was fucked by his dragon. The stench of their taboo fornication clung deep inside his nostrils: Rich, spicy, feral, and strange. It was a stench he’d never forget – foul almost – Embedded deep within the pores of his skin where it would never come out. Kor had marked him permanently as his mate, just like he’d done with Kira.

A building pressure begin to grow rapidly within his loins, the dragon’s cock sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him each time it and sunk inside his pucker. He could tell his beast was close by the way it growled and snarled in his ear, rutting him, and fully intent on breeding his ass full of its steaming cum. He reached down and spread his ass-cheeks wide apart, gasping as Kor pulled out, then roughly slammed back in, forcing as much of his bulging cock inside him as physically possible. He could feel it pushing out against his belly, the faint outline of his beast’s dick grinding deep inside his rectum, impossibly hot, and intrusive beyond imagination. Gidan moaned. He wanted all of it, he wanted to be Kor’s mate until the end of time. He grabbed his mount’s legs and held on for dear life, crying out as the beast pounded against him, breeding his ass like he was nothing more than a dragoness in heat.

His vision tunneled, fading, before Kor’s hot, rank breath washed over his face, jerking him back to reality. He focused, stiffening in fear when he saw Kor’s dripping maw open-wide, then close around the base of his neck, the dragon’s eyes two hot, burning flames, staring directly into his. Kor rumbled, biting his flesh and using his powerful tongue to slather all over his neck, his hips a blur of speed as he mercilessly fucked the tiny human between his legs. Gidan went limp and moaned, his cock twitching as he was impaled on his dragon’s feral cock. Kor fucked him with deep, loving strokes, his knot bumping against the man’s abused pucker each time their bodies slammed together. It was only a matter of time before it fit inside him, he knew – and idly – he wondered if he’d lose consciousness when it did. He hoped not. Gidan wanted to feel it inside him, sealing them together, as Kor filled his bowels with gallons of his molten love. Just the thought made him practically cum right there, his penis throbbing weakly in his grasp. It was harder than he’d ever felt it before, covered in a thin sheen of sweat and pre-cum. Kor was in complete, and utter control of his body, loud slaps echoing throughout the forest as was mated by the powerful animal. He couldn’t cum just yet. He knew Kor wouldn’t let him. The drake’s exotically ribbed shaft kept him on the edge of release, moaning and panting like a needy whore, ensuring he’d only spill his seed when the time was right. When Kor allowed him too.

The dragon fucked him long and hard, his snout peeled back as he finished them both off with quick, rutting thrusts. Gidan felt his ravaged asshole stretched wide apart, the beast growling, then shoving forward, trying to force its knot past his supple barrier of tender flesh. He cried out and tried to hold him back, but this only made Kor breed him harder, slamming his knot ferociously against the young man’s abused hole. Gidan felt it yield after a few seconds of incessant pounding, the dragon’s huge steaming ball of flesh stretching him wider than he’d ever been, then popping inside his asshole with a loud, satisfying squelch.

His pupils dilated, the young man arching his back, and giving a ragged cry. It hurt, terribly so, yet mixed in with all the pain was an absurd amount of fiery pleasure. He could feel Kor’s burgeoning knot grinding deep inside him, filling his anus with a blazing heat that pushed out firmly against his abdomen. He shuddered and twitched around the beast’s length, his own meagre erection pulsing numerous times as he spilled his seed all over them both. He came hard, his eyes rolling up as he trembled beneath the rutting animal, twitching and writhing as ropes of cum spurted all over his chest. Kor worked his knot in deep, growling as the tiny human shuddered around his cock. After a few seconds of reprieve, the beast pulled back, then gave a series of violent thrusts, the loud, sloppy sounds of feral sex quickly filling Gidan’s ears as he was fucked hard by the horny drake. He went limp, feeling his anus stretched wide apart as he surrendered to the vigorous pounding, pleasure ripping through his sweat-soaked body as he clenched and quivered around the beast’s knot plugged inside him, massaging Kor’s shaft with sharp, involuntary muscular contractions.

It didn’t take long to set the beast off after that. With a final, ferocious roar, Kor pulled back, then thrust himself fully inside the exhausted human pinned beneath him claws, clamping his fangs around his neck, and giving a grotesque, body-wracking shudder. Gidan flinched as the beast’s fangs pierced his flesh, its gigantic member pulsing inside his bowels as the first scalding rope of cum burst forth, and splashed deep inside his rectum.

It … It _burned! _ Fiercely so. Gidan whimpered, Kor’s molten-hot seed distending his gut as an absurd amount of steamy ejaculate was pumped inside it, the beast snarling in his ear as it emptied within him. Gidan arched his back and cried out, rope-after-heavy-rope of rich, fertile breeding juice spurting inside his over-stuffed asshole, and filling him in an instant.

It kept coming. Kor squeezed his eyes shut and growled, his tail lashing back-and-forth as flooded the man’s bowels with his love. His wings gave short, involuntary hops, his muscles rippling as pleasure roared through him like an inferno, throbbing in his loins with such intensity, that he gave himself fully unto his carnal urges. His pupils dilated, his lips twitching as he slumped forward, and squirted more-and-more of his fiery essence inside the young man’s swollen tummy, the young man clutching at the grass below and whimpering as his body betrayed him. He’d been fucked by his dragon. Bred. No longer could Gidan call himself master. Now Kor was the master, from now until the end of time. Gidan moaned at this realization, his violated anus clenching repeatedly around the beast’s pulsing member.

The amount of cum surging inside his rectum quickly became too much to handle, and he felt the beast’s ejaculate squelch around the seal of its bulging knot, running down his ass-cheeks in hot, sticky rivulets of white. He felt Kor’s sloppy thrusts begin to taper off soon after, a low, continuous growl emanating from the depths of his throat, letting him know the beast utterly spent.

He flopped onto the grass, drenched in sweat and completely exhausted, feeling the sickening gurgle of hot cum slosh thickly inside his belly. He ran his fingers over the bulge, amazed at the feeling of his mount’s cock buried inside him. Sahleene was suddenly beside him too, crouching down and twirling a finger through his matted hair. He turned his head and met her self-satisfied look, his green eyes dazed and heavy-lidded with desire.

“You okay?” she asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.

A moan was his only response. He was too tired to say anything else. Kor had made sure of that. All he could do was lie there and feel the powerful thump of his dragon’s heart right beside his head, warm, comforting, and so very, very relaxing.

Sahleene smiled, exposing her sharp white teeth. “You handled it better than I thought. I had my doubts at first, but it turns out you really do have what it takes to be a great rider. I hope you don’t hate me.”

He shook his head.

She patted his cheek, fastening her hood and getting to her feet. “Good. I’ll take my leave then. You two deserve some time alone, yes? To work things out? I’d imagine after getting fucked by your own mount you have a lot to discuss.”

Kira looked up from licking herself and gave a melancholy hoot. She didn’t want to leave.

The poacher chuckled, moving to her mount’s side and stroking her fur. “I know Kira, I’m sad too, but we’ve had our fun, and now its time to go.”

“W-wait!” he croaked weakly, reaching out and finding it difficult to talk whilst pinned beneath his massive, rumbling dragon. “Sahleene … w-will I ever see you again?”

The poacher turned around and smiled, her dark eyes glinting mischievously. “That depends.” she mused.

“On … on what?”

“On Kor of course!” She winked and mounted her gryphon, slapping it on the haunch and spurring it into motion. “C’mon Kira, let’s go!” The bird warbled sadly, pining for Kor one last time, before obeying her master and taking flight in a burst of white feathers. Kor didn’t even glance at her as they took off, steam billowing from his nostrils as he relaxed and closed his eyes, wrapping Gidan up tight in his wings. Nothing could pull his attention away from his new mate. Nothing in the entire world.

Gidan watched the mysterious duo disappear into the canopy above, the crackle of branches and falling leaves being the only evidence that remained of their strange encounter. He wondered how he’d manage to spin this whole predicament to his father, but decided that could wait. For now, he was content to simply close his eyes, and bask in the warmth of his dragon’s body draped over-top of him, the two of them cuddling together and falling asleep in the soft, fading light of clearing.

It had been a very long day.

He slept for a good long while, dreaming weird, wonderful dreams that he knew would slip from his consciousness upon waking. At some point, he felt Kor’s knot soften enough that the beast could pull out, its fat, slime-covered cock slipping free from his gaping pucker in a gush of pearly-white semen. Gidan moaned, feeling the stuff splash down his legs and seep into the earth, his insides feeling quite empty without his dragon’s maleness stuffed inside them.

He stirred, opening one eye, then the other, watching with mild interest as his mount’s length retreated back inside its vent. Kor’s crotch was soaked in a medley of sweat and mixed bodily juices, the air ripe and oversaturated with the stench of feral musk. He didn’t mind it one bit. In fact, it smelled good. Familiar, and breathing it in made him feel like Kor was a part of him on some primal, physical level. His ass felt tender and sore after their vigorous mating, his legs not faring much better. The dragon had certainly done a number on him, but deep down, he didn’t mind. They were closer now then they’d ever been, and that was all that truly mattered. He smiled to himself. The poacher’s methods had been little … extreme, but he had to admit, he couldn’t doubt their efficacy.

Kor roused soon after, a big red eye flicking open and focusing on him. He saw his reflection in their simmering depths, the beast giving a pleased huff at finding him still clutched in its embrace, hugging him tight, and shuffling its hips happily upon the ground.

“Hey there big guy.” he whispered, patting his mount’s hard, chitinous scales. “Slept well I hope?”

Kor bared his fangs, his tongue slopping out and giving the tiny human a generous lick, a thick trail of slime oozing all over Gidan’s face. He groaned, but nothing could stop the beast from slathering him in a thick layer of warm saliva. He eventually decided to just go along with it and accepted his mount’s affectionate kisses with a certain degree of pride. It felt good, finally being appreciated by his mount. It was all he ever wanted really. He stroked Kor’s muzzle and rubbed against him, returning the beast’s loving embrace. Something had changed inside his mount, but whatever it was, it was for the better. Not since the day he’d bonded had they ever gotten along quite so well, and he never wanted the moment to end. He’d always dreamed their relationship would be like this, loving and true, and experiencing it first hand made his heart burst with all sorts of new emotions he’d thought long supressed. He’d never felt more satisfied in his life.

After a little while, he carefully extricated himself from his mount’s grasp, chuckling as Kor nipped at him playfully and tugged him back a few times. “Let me go you big dummy.” he laughed, lifting its paw out of the way and rolling out from underneath the beast. Kor crossed his forelegs and watched him stand up, appearing quite satisfied with himself.

“I should probably find my clothes.” Gidan murmured, looking around the forest. Most of the grass was trampled from where their two mounts had mated with each-other, and he found his belongings in a neat little pile at the at the edge of the clearing, expertly folded and pressed. He hobbled over, wincing in discomfort from the intensity at which he’d been bred, steaming cum still dribbling from his loosened pucker. The poacher might’ve been insane, but at least she’d had the decency to leave him with all his clothes. He bent down and sifted through everything, satisfied nothing was amiss. She’d even left him with his sword and armor too, something he hadn’t quite expected. He knelt there and contemplated everything for a couple minutes, the wind whispering through the trees all around him. Maybe she wasn’t so bad after all, he wondered.

Maybe.

He picked up his belongings and turned about, bumping into his dragon.

It was like walking into a wall of solid muscle. He yelped, stumbling back and dropping everything at his feet with a clatter. Kor was looming over him, sleek and predatory, yet quiet like a ghost.

“Gods above.” he breathed. “Don’t sneak up on me like that Kor.”

The dragon cocked its head and a gave a strange little gurgle, flaring its spines out. The creature leaned forward and licked him on the nose, making Gidan flinch back in consternation. He’d heard that sound before, and he knew what it meant. Kor was interested in something, and that something was him. He tentatively glanced at his dragon’s cock and noticed it was still peeking out and trailing slime everywhere, not yet swollen with blood, but markedly aroused nonetheless. Kor was up for round two, it seemed.

“C’mon, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” he chuckled. “At least give me a break here!”

Kor barked, a huge cloud of acrid black smoke blowing straight in Gidan’s face. He coughed and waved it away, chuckling. Kor might have warmed up to him a little bit, but he was still the stubborn, disobedient dragon he’d come to love.

“O-okay okay!” he said, raising his hands in acquiescence. “We can still mess around if you want, just … just let me put something on first, it’s … it’s getting cold out!”

Kor gave a syrupy rumble, his black pupils narrowing to slits. Gidan gulped. Something told him his dragon wasn’t too concerned about the weather, nor his excuses. With an almost lazy flick of his claws, the beast swept his legs out from under him and knocked him on his ass, towering over his body and glaring down at him.

“Hey!” he yelled, rubbing his sore posterior. “What the hell was that for?”

Kor didn’t respond, turning about, and presenting its thick haunches to the tiny human sprawled out beneath him. Gidan’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Kor, what are you doing?”

His mount’s backside was big and muscular, the black, burnished scales appearing remarkably softer than the ones on his chest-plate, smooth and supple in their texture. The dragon glanced back at him with a devilish glint in its eyes, shifting its weight forward, before lifting its heavy tail proudly into the air.

Gidan’s jaw dropped. His mount was … was presenting itself, giving him a perfect, first-hand view of the beast’s soft, dark, sweat-soaked tailhole. Kor’s anus was impossibly tight for a creature of his size, a smooth, muscled ring of warm flesh, curving inwards and slightly puckered, the rim of which was covered in a thin sheen of pheromone-ladden juice just begging to be lapped up. The beast gave an entirely inappropriate warble, relaxing its sphincter with a low growl, and drawing his gaze further in. Gidan whimpered. He couldn’t look away. It was blacker than anything imaginable, a tiny void-like tunnel leading into the soft, fleshy, depths of his mount’s body. Kor wanted something much more than a simple hand-job, he realized. Kor wanted something much more intimate then that.

Kor wanted to sit on his face.

“No.” he moaned, his throat constricting as the hot, spicy scent of his beast’s musk washed over him. It was dark and intoxicating, filling up his lungs and making it hard to breathe. “Kor.” he whimpered, ashamed at how helpless he sounded. “Please …not like this.” He tried to scuttle back, but his arms felt like rubber, useless. He was frozen in shock, awe, fear, and lust, and he couldn’t even move.

He didn’t have to. The big drake saddled over-top his body, its looming shadow swallowing him whole, while its floppy, semi-erect penis slapped wetly against the inside of its massive thighs, trailing pre-cum everywhere. Each droplet that spattered across Gidan’s naked belly was scalding hot in its intensity, burning his skin, before sizzling away into thin air. Being stuck beneath Kor’s body was like being stuck inside a blazing hot furnace, and he immediately broke out in an uncomfortable sweat, staring up in horror at the sight of his mount’s greasy pucker descending languidly towards his face.

His hands went up, grabbing Kor’s muscled haunch and trying to push him away, but it was no use. Kor was far too heavy, and he knew he couldn’t control the rowdy beast anymore. The hide on his mount’s buttocks was surprisingly soft and pliant, his hands pushing into the smooth, supple scales and only managing to spread them further apart. Kor’s anus flexed open invitingly, slick with lubricants, the beast waggling its hips and getting nice and comfortable. Gidan’s eyes watered, his mouth was dry, and all he could smell was the rank stench of his mount’s tailhole clogging up his senses. Rich and pungent, Kor smelled like a male dragon should, an earthy, potent scent that wound its way inside his nostrils, and made his head spin.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, he reasoned. Maybe this was what he deserved … what he needed.

No. He tried to fight it … struggled … tried to resist … but the more he did, the more realised how futile it was. There’d always been a power-struggle between them, master-and-beast, man-and-rider, Sahleene had simply tipped the scales in Kor’s favor. Now, he was paying the price for his insolence, and if having his mount sit on his face was his punishment for all his past mistakes, then perhaps one lick couldn’t possibly hurt …

Gidan’s heart pounded inside his chest, the small human wetting his lips as he innately prepared to do what no man ever should. He placed his thumbs on each side of Kor’s hot, tender asshole, feeling the blazing heat radiate just beneath his finger-tips as he pressed in, and stretched the dragon’s anus wide open. The scent struck him once more, stronger this time, headier, beckoning him forth until he thought he’d surely pass out. He could see right inside of Kor’s body, the smooth, muscled walls of his bowels, dark and enticing, descending lower-and-lower with each passing second. Gidan squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered.

His world went dark.

Kor’s rump nestled down comfortably on his cheek-bones, the beast being careful not to crush him under its weight, but ensuring there was no way he could escape either. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Panicking, Gidan opened his mouth and gasped for breath, inhaling a huge whiff of his dragon’s thick, smoky stench. It was almost palatable, his lungs filling up with the creature’s scalding musk, and making his cock twitch to life. It was … it was delicious.

And he needed more.

He pursed his lips, feeling them press against something soft, and wet, and unbearably sour. His mouth went numb instantly, the dragon’s powerful sex-pheromones making his eyes flutter as he planted a deep, sloppy kiss right on his dragon’s anus, feeling it clench tightly in response and rub all over his lips. He moaned, his mouth flooding with saliva as he sampled the rank taste of another male straight from the source. Oh Gods … it was hot. He breathed it in, inhaling nothing but pure, undiluted dargon-musk, his chest tightening up as his body reacted strongly to the overpowering, salty taste of another creature’s asshole. Vaguely, he remembered what Sahleene had told him earlier: “Give a dragon what he wants, and he’s just going to ask for more.” That statement couldn’t be truer, he thought.

There was no turning back now. He hungrily grabbed his mount’s rump-cheeks and spread them open, pushing his face right in there. His nose slid along Kor’s damp, sweaty taint, inhaling the creature’s spicy musk until his tongue peeked out, and gave the beast’s slimy tailhole an investigative lick.

He practically knocked himself out.

The taste was unholy. A dark, forbidden, overripe tang that was never meant to be discovered. Kor’s anus was covered in a thick layer of pheromone-rich juice, a medley of natural lubricants that made Gidan’s heart pound wildly inside his chest. He moaned, feeling his cock pulse to life as he slathered his mount’s asshole with copious amounts of saliva, pushing his tongue deep inside the dragon’s steaming bowels until it couldn’t go any further. Kor growled with delight at the sensation of his master’s appendage probing his tailhole, clenching down hard, then relaxing it with a lusty grunt, allowing Gidan’s tongue to go wherever it pleased.

Gidan didn’t waste another second, puckering his lips and sucking noisily on Kor’s anus until the whites of his eyes showed. Saliva dribbled down his chin, the young man rapidly succumbing to the creature’s feral musk, and fully devoting himself to the task of pleasing his bestial lover. Kor stank. Like sweat, and musk, and nothing else. A salty, potent flavor that would not soon leave his mouth. His mount’s insides were smooth as silk, and he groaned as Kor’s sensitive ring quivered around his tongue, the beast tossing its head back, and loosing a terrifying roar as he brought the creature to a powerful, shuddering climax. He felt the dragon’s cock unleash a massive wave of spunk all over his abdomen, whimpering as he felt it splatter across his belly, and seep into the pores of his skin. It reeked something terrible, hot, and he knew after this, Kor would never, ever let him go.

His lips left the dragon’s asshole with a wet smacking sound, thick ropes of saliva still attaching him to its dark, crinkled surface. He gazed up blearily as the dragon raised itself off him, a stupid grin plastered across his face as he realized just how doomed he was. Kor’s anus was drenched in saliva, thick wads of the stuff oozing out and dripping all over his face and neck. He craned forward and dutifully cleaned underneath his mount’s tail, lapping up the sticky mess, and swallowing every last drop. It tasted incredible, numbing his throat and nigh-paralyzing him from the neck down. He could barely move.

Kor turned about and stared down at him, his red-eyes glowing with absolute pleasure, and something akin to pity as well. The beast craned down and grabbed him by his unruly mop of golden-brown hair, pulling him up, then shoving its slimy tongue deep into his back of his mouth. The only sound Gidan made was a pathetic gurgle, feeling the surging mass plunge straight down his throat, then deeper still.

He prayed to all the gods the day would never end. It would be a long time before it did.

***

High up in the trees and far, far away, Sahleene relaxed in her mount’s embrace. She listened to Kira’s quiet snores as the leaves fluttered all around them, the gryphoness quite satisfied with everything that had happened today. Her final thoughts were of the handsome young Dragonknight named Gidan whom she’d met, the man who’d nearly killed her, and who’d be the father of her child. Just the thought of him brought a smile to her lips, and she pulled her hood over her eyes and snuggled into her mount’s warm fur, the last rays of sunlight filtering through the canopy above.

They’d meet again she knew. Someday.