The tale of the Christmas gryphon
Hello everyone!
Actually, I would've liked to post this yesterday. Unfortunately I wasn't done by that time - so I guess I am a little late :P The last week has been pretty bussy again and the upcoming one isn't going to be much different. Though I don't have much time I will try to keep up with my schedule - I can't promise it though.
Also, before you start reading, here's a little disclaimer. This Story is written from a different POV than the last few I uploaded. Reading though it right now I am not sure if I like the outcome... but I'll see that based on your opinions. This one is also a lot more gentle than the last were - plus it's Christmas based. *yay* ^^
I think that was about it, so...
Have fun reading!
~Stunny
The tale of the Christmas gryphon
December, the month of Christmas. A feast, meant for being together. For showing the people around you how much you actually care about them, either by gifting them or simply by spending time with them. Human children are often raised with the tale of Santa Claus, granting them presents if they have been behaving well for the whole year. And while this is of course just a story of humankind there actually exists something comparable...
There weren't many who knew about the mythical creatures hiding from our view. Most of them didn't leave their caves or nests during the day, and in the event that they were seen during the night the sight was often believed to be an imagination. Truly however they were real. Dragons, gryphons, unicorns... and they also celebrated Christmas. Sure, not because of the same reasons why humans do, but still, they celebrated it.
There was just one major difference. Most of them weren't able to visit their relatives to present them with gifts. Some of them didn't even have a family. And because of that, their wishes are collected before December, so that a group of honorable creatures can fulfill them. This takes us to a place far in the north. A city hidden within the endless lands of snow and ice. Remington, also known as the town of Christmas. It was the place where all the presents for every mythical creature came from. And each year one lucky soul would be elected to deliver all of them.
Of course, such a duty is only suitable for the best flyers on earth - gryphons. Their bodies were perfect for flying at bad conditions, their sharp eyes would help them spotting each creature's home form afar, even within total darkness, and their sensible ears would make them aware of any danger they could come across. Well, that's at least what people say about them.
This leads us to a small house on top of a hill within the city. Christmas lights decorated its facade, and the windows were crested with candles and stars crafted from paper. Within the house a young griffin was sleeping peacefully, snoring while he moved his tail from one side to the other - Maxwell was his name. His body was covered in a black fur that faded into a deep blue where his mane started. The feathers on his wings were of a gleaming purple, and the tip of his tail was completely white. He was one of the candidates for the yearly Christmas-Flight. And today the elders would announce their choice.
However, being the chosen one requires some abilities. At first you need to be a good and quick flyer. This was not a problem for Maxwell though. He had started flying when he wasn't even a year old. A time where most of the same age haven't even been able to walk properly. Then there was the sense of direction, but that shouldn't be the problem either. No... Maxwell's biggest quirk was... being on time.
Slowly, the young avian awoke from his slumber, yawning loudly before he opened his eyes. "My god... how late is it?" He looked out of the window, seeing that the town was already well illuminated by the winter sun's beams. Suddenly a deep realization overcame him, making a shiver run down his spine. He looked to his right, at his wooden clock, and almost immediately his blood ran cold. 11:47
A hissing sound escaped his throat. "Shhh..." In a flash the male ran around in his home, grabbed a blue scarf from his wardrobe and rushed out of his house. The door closed behind him with an ear numbing sound, but he hadn't much time to worry about this at the moment. He had to get to the town square as fast as possible, before the elders announced their decision - because if he was late there was no chance for him to become this year's "Christmas Gryphon".
He ran, as fast as his legs were able to carry him. The city was crowded by people and he sometimes had a hard time to make his way through the partly tight passageways. Once he almost ran against a wall as he tried to sprint around a corner, but he could prevent it just before it happened.
"We would like to thank everyone who has gathered here today..." The griffin was already able to hear the gathering. He was close. He raced around the corners like an animal trying to escape from his predator. And then, finally, he arrived at the big town square. Hundreds of people had gathered around the stage in the middle, awaiting the election for this year's lucky soul. Maxwell tried to calm down. He hadn't missed anything yet - but he was breathing heavily.
A white, old looking dragon, with whiskers longer than his whole body and two incredible long horns was standing on top of the platform - Snook of the elders. "Now we would like to ask all the candidates to accompany us up here so everyone can have a look at them before we announce our choice." Maxwell's heart began to pound faster. Within the next few minutes he would find out if he was the one or not.
"Christoph!" The crowd began to cheer as a fiery red gryphon made his way up the stage. Maxwell knew him from his childhood. They had shared a few classes together, and he had always been the strongest one of the group. The black avian wouldn't be surprised if the elder had chosen him for this duty.
"Caelia!" Again everyone began to rejoice. A green female hopped up onto the platform this time, walking up on Christoph and taking place next to him. Caelia was known within the whole city. She had been the winner of almost every flight contest last year. Some even called her "Daughter of lightning" since she was so swift
"Karium!" This time a pale, white male joined the other two. He had come all the way from the south just to take part in this year's elections. His eyes and ears were legendary, since he was able to navigate even in complete darkness.
"And, last but not least, Maxwell!" The griffin would've liked to make his way up onto the stage, but since there was a huge crowd in front of him walking wasn't much of an option. Should've come earlier... he thought to himself. Well... here goes nothing.
The feathered creature took a few steps back an extended his. Since walking wasn't much of an option his only choice was the airway. He began to sprint and just before he ran into the people in front of him he jumped. Time seemed to slow down as he hovered above all the heads beneath him, looking upwards. With a flap of his wings he gained some more attitude before he landed on the platform where to others had gathered.
For a few moments there was complete silence. It seemed like everyone had stopped to breath. Oh no... I messed up. He thought. Maxwell was already feeling his cheeks flushing, but then, after a painfully long time...
*clap* *clap* *clap*
As he looked up he spotted Caela, applauding for him. Then the other two joined her, and within seconds the whole square was cheering for him, causing his cheeks to flush even more. Without saying anything he sat down next to the other candidates.
Eventually the clapping and chanting faded, and now it was time for the great announcement. "I am glad that we are complete now... Like the year before it's my honor to proclaim the decision of the elders. We have thought for days, probably even weeks, which one would be the most suitable gryphon for this task."
As the old drake talked, Maxwell was weighing his chances of winning. And the more he thought about it, the clearer it became to him: he wouldn't be the one. Neither was he the best at flying, nor at orienting himself, and he was probably one of the weakest people in town. _Why did I even participate in this?_He thought.
"Of course, strength, speed and good senses are very important for such an honorable duty, but when you are flying around the whole world you also need to have endurance, be friendly to those you meet, and be able to deal with any situation you may come across." The black male wasn't really listening to the dragon anymore. He just waited for him to say the name of one of his _rivals._Of course, he wouldn't be angry if one of them was chosen. Probably it would be a better choice anyways.
"And because of this we have decided that this year's Christmas gryphon should be..." _ Christoph? Or maybe Karium because of his speed? He would have this done within a week. Or did they choose Caelia because of her perfect senses?_
"...Maxwell!" The male looked at the elder with disbelief. What did he just say? "Because of his ability to deal with situations others would probably despair with."
For a brief moment the avian wasn't able to breath. He was completely shocked. Suddenly, the first person began to clap his claws. Then another, and another, until the whole square cheered once more for the young male on the stage. He looked around, seeing that even his rivals_were cheering for him._
"Congrats boy, I am sure you are going to do a great job." Kalium said. "I think the same." Caelia added. "Honestly, I had my doubts that you were even going to arrive in time today. It's a good thing that you did." His former classmate told him with a smile on his face.
The black griffin turned around and looked at the white drake that had just announced his duty to the whole town. Snook nodded, before he turned around. "Follow me. We have to get you ready for the evening." He said, and so Maxwell went after him. Together they disappeared behind the stage into a small area that wasn't crowded by people. "Wait here for a second." The white elder told him. Curious the black gryphon watched him as he walked from one chest to another, rummaging through them. The avian had a pretty good idea of what he searched for. Each Christmas gryphon is gifted with four items that are meant to help them on their journey:
An extremely robust, enchanted scroll, containing every name of every creature that wished for something. It's fire resistant, waterproof and will follow its owner as long as it's not locked away in a chest or something comparable. Then there were the two bottomless bags - or, like Maxwell used to call them - black hole bags. Two pouches with an unlimited storage capacity. Creating them was an extremely tough task and owning even one of them a great honor. One of them was meant for food he would need one his journey, while the other pouch contained the presents he had been chosen to deliver. And then there was the storage belt. A thick, leather equipment, resistant to any weather you can imagine. It never falls off unless the wearer removes it. It had several loops and a scroll container so all the other things could be stored with it.
After a few minutes of spectating, Snook finally came back with the items he had expected. "I think you already know what those are for." He spoke before handing them over to Maxwell who nodded in response. "Good. We expect you to leave somewhere around 5pm. So, if there's anything you'd like to do before then..."
"There isn't" he responded. The white drake nodded. "Alright. You can wait here if you want. Just make sure to be on time for your take off." Snook turned around, heading for the exit of the small area they were standing in. "Good luck Maxwell. I am confident that you'll make it." He added before he vanished.
For the next few hours the young gryphon was alone now, preparing himself for his journey. After tightening the belt around his body, he attached the two pouches to it and placed the magic scroll within the intended canister. And then he waited, gathering as much energy as possible. Once an hour there was a loud, ringing sound, echoing through the whole city. It announced the beginning of a new hour, also making it much easier for the gryphon to keep track of time.
While Maxwell was waiting he suddenly realized that the sunlight had disappeared. Instead a carpet of clouds covered the sky. And eventually it also started to snow, causing huge flakes to fall down onto the ground. The black male smiled. He was always happy when snow fell down onto the earth - especially on a day like this.
And then, after hours of waiting, the time for him to take of had come. It was already dark by then and he was excited to take off into the night sky. Slowly, he made his way back onto the stage where he had been elected for this duty. It was some kind of tradition that the Christmas gryphon always took flight from up there - so everyone could watch while he did so.
As he got up onto the platform a huge crowd of people had already gathered in front of it. They were even standing on the roofs of the houses, and everyone had come just for him. As the first people spotted him they began to clap and cheer, encouraging him for his duty. There wasn't much to say but even if there was - considering the current noise level nobody would hear him anyways. And so he extended his wings, causing everyone to chant even louder. For a few moments he enjoyed the feelings, the feeling of all those people applauding just for him, until eventually, with a flap of his wings, he took off, quickly gaining altitude. Within seconds the crowd of people was only a collection of small dots beneath him. And then it was time for leaving the city behind.
For the first few minutes of his flight Maxwell took a glance back every now and then. He still couldn't quite believe that he was on a journey to deliver presents to the whole world now. For now, however this primarily meant one thing: flying. The first person to receive a gift was miles away - almost a full day of flight. But the black avian didn't really mind that. He loved flying, even if he wasn't the best at it. The air brushing against his feathers, the feeling of freedom surrounding his body... it was just something very special.
For the next few hours the griffin made his way along the endless lands covered in snow. At some point trees started to appear underneath him, marking the beginning of a forest. Snow was still falling from the sky, making the sight a bit harder - though Maxwell had no problems dealing with that little problem... for now.
After several more minutes the gryphon notices something strange. At first it seemed to be far away, but it came closer rapidly. And when he finally noticed what it was it was already too late. Suddenly he had been caught in a snowstorm. Strong wind gusts started to press against his body and wings from each side, threatening his flight. He tried to fight it, to keep up in the air, but those were conditions not even a mythical creature should fly in.
I have to go down... he thought. I can't stay aloft within this storm. And so he went down, as slowly as he could, even if that was easier said than done. His landing wasn't soft or graceful. To be accurate: he almost crashed into the earth. The young male trudged through the snow, eventually leaning against a tree. It seemed like more and more snow was falling from the sky with each second. Freezing cold air surrounded him and he desperately wrapped his wings around himself, trying to keep himself warm. What now? Gods... that shouldn't have happened.
He started to shiver. A small layer of snow had already gathered on top of his head and he felt like he was going to pass out at any second. Please... help me... his mind cried. He could already feel his energy fading. Surely, he would become unconscious at any second. His vision had already started to blur and slowly became darker. But before he passed out he spotted something... something coming towards him. A shape... maybe someone would help him... And then his vision went black.
He awoke several hours later. The cold had gone, instead there was only warmth. Am I... dead? He thought for a second. He opened his eyes, immediately spotting a crackling fire next to him. Probably not... As the avian looked around he realized that he was in some sort of cave. Of course he hadn't gone there by himself. Someone must have carried him here. And then he remembered the shape he saw before he fell unconscious.
Suddenly, there were steps... and they came closer. Maxwell's blood ran cold. He couldn't tell where they came from since it seemed like they came from every direction at the same time. All he could do was listen as it got louder, try to find out from where it came... but then it was completely silent again... almost.
Breathing. Breathing behind him. The griffin gulped. This was one of those moments where you should just try to run away. But he didn't know what was behind him, so running would probably be a bad idea. He had to look back, even if he didn't want to. Taking all of his courage, he turned his head - and what he saw caused his body to relax.
A pale blue dragon, with horns that looked like they were made out of ice. Slowly he sat down in front of Maxwell, looking at him "You look far better than when I found you. I hope you don't mind that I brought you here?" The avian shook his head. "Not at all! I would have probably died out there if it wasn't for you. Thank you very much!" The drake smiled. "No problem. I am always happy to help. What's your name?" "I am Maxwell." He got into a more comfortable position. "Soooo... I can't remember any gryphons near my home... may I ask from where you've come?" he asked.
"I am from Remington." The griffin answered. "Ahhhh... so you're a Christmas gryphon? Interesting... that explains your equipment."
Maxwell nodded. "Yes. I was caught in a sudden snowstorm and had to land. Again, I am very thankful that you found me and brought me here." "Of course, no problem..." The drake's expression turned into a rather harsh smile. "That gets me thinking though... do you also have a gift for me?"
That question surprised the black avian a bit. "Uhmm... wait a second." He took his scroll from its casing and opened it. "What's your name?" "Carius" he answered.
Immediately he began to search for that name on his scroll, but unfortunately he couldn't find it. "I... I am sorry... I can't find you..."
The dragon sighed. "Of course not... how should you. I haven't sent my wish to your town." Maxwell looked up at him as he dug the scroll back into the casing. "Oh... I am sorry for you. Just uhm... send it next year I guess. I am sure you'll get your wish eventually."
"I am not sure about that..." Once more his face formed a harsh smile. "Hmmm... actually... I think you could still give me what I wish for... you have to know, it's nothing material..." Maxwell rose an eyelid. "What do you mean?"
Slowly, Carius got onto his legs again and walked towards the young gryphon. Soon he was standing right in front of him and lowered his head. "It involves you, me... and a few gentle hours within my cave..." he whispered into his ear.
Immediately the gryphon hopped onto his feet as well, taking a few steps back. Of course he knew what the drake meant - and he was far from liking that idea. He looked up at his host with fear in his eyes. "No... please... I don't want this. I mean... at first were both males... and on top of that not even the same species. Plus you're a good deal bigger than me and..."
The pale blue dragon sighed and shook his head. "Calm down young one. I am not going to force you to do something. If you don't want to I am okay with that."
Maxwell however was still quite uncomfortable with the situation. "Promise it!" he insisted. "I promise it." The dragon said.
Taking a deep breath the black avian sat down again. "Thanks..." The drake nodded. "Don't worry... well, I guess I will go to sleep now. You can spend the night here and wait until the storm is over. I will be in the adjacent room... so if you should change your mind..."
"I much likely won't... good night Carius." The other male nodded slowly. "Good night."
Maxwell waited until he had left the room before he laid his head down onto his paws. It took him some time until he had processed everything he had experienced within the last couple of minutes, but eventually he fell asleep.
It was dark when he awoke again, but even though the fire had faded he still felt warmth surrounding him. It took him a few minutes until his eyes had accustomed to the darkness, but eventually he was able to see why he wasn't cold: because Carius' wing was covering his body - and the dragon wasn't asleep... he was looking at the gryphon.
"It isn't that bad, is it?" he asked in a friendly tone. Maxwell blushed in response. No, it didn't feel bad, but it felt wrong. Being this close to another male... the young avian wasn't sure if he wanted this. "No... but... I don't... it feels weird..."
But the drake wasn't going to give up that easily. He moved his head, bringing it closer to Maxwell's. "Please... give me a chance to prove you otherwise. I promise I will be very gentle with you."
"What if I regret it?" he asked. "You won't" his host assured him.
For a few moments there was silence between them while the gryphon's mind struggled with himself. On one hand his instincts told him to feel disgusted. To try to escape the drake's den as fast as possible. But his conscience told him otherwise... if it wasn't for Carius he'd probably be dead by now. Could he, as the deliverer of gifts and presents, really deny his savior his only wish? Even if was something... really intimate? He wasn't sure.
"But... what if it hurts... I... I am not sure about this Carius ... I..." he was cut off as he felt one of the dragon's scaly paws rub against his side, caressing him softly. "Shhhhh... hush for a moment and listen to me. I can understand that you don't like what I am intending to do... but maybe... you could at least give it a try. I swear that I'll stop once you ask me to. Okay?"
The bird fell into a brief moment of thought. Eventually however he decided to obey to the reptile's begs. Maybe he's all alone..._his mind told him. _Do you really want to make someone unhappy? As a Christmas gryphon?
Maxwell gulped. "Okay... I... I will allow you to satisfy your urges... but if I don't like it..." "Yes I know..." Carius spoke. "I will stop." Slowly he got onto his fours next to the griffin, looking down at him. "Lay on your back... please..." The black creature did what he was told, shifting his body until his belly was exposed to his scaly fellow. He could almost feel his piercing gaze scanning him from head to toe, making him slightly uncomfortable.
Eventually the dragon's view fell onto his soft package. His sac and sheath that were placed in beneath his thighs. Each of the avian's testicles was about tennis ball sized, storing a yet unknown amount of fertile seed and Carium was desperate to find out how much his guest had in stock.
Carefully the reptile moved forward, placing his own body above of Maxwell's so they were head to head, chest to chest, crotch to crotch. Lowering his maw, the scaled creature whispered a quick "Thank you" into his ears, before he dug his muzzle into his soft mane. The gryphon threw back his own head now, a small gasp escaping his body as he felt himself being nibbled on. The drake's slick tongue covered his fur and skin in a layer of saliva. Soon the licking turned into a gentle suckling, leaving a visible red mark on the bird's neck if it wasn't for the fur hiding it. The warm embrace of the reptile's breath against himself, as well as his oral organ working on him had a somehow calming effect on the young male. So far, he couldn't deny that he actually enjoyed it more than he disliked it. Maxwell moaned quietly as he felt his host moving further down, travelling from his neck to his chest. The moist tongue never left his body, and the dragon's feathered guest watched with delight as the drake pleasured him in one of the gentlest ways imaginable.
A few seconds later, Carius stumbled across something new... a rather stiff knob on the avian's otherwise soft skin. The black bottom looked up at the dragon who had stopped his treatment for a short moment. He saw his gaze turn into a grin before he went back to work, starting to suckle on the spot. This elicited a groan from the bird's throat. The reptile had just discovered one of his teats, sucking on them like he was trying to drain milk from them. Maxwell didn't know that they were so sensitive. He clenched his whole body, trying to endure the pleasure that was radiating through his whole body. He couldn't describe that feeling, but he loved it. He would've wanted it to last forever. But the dragon had other things in mind.
Eventually he stopped the treatment on the male's breast, placing a soft kiss on it before he, once again, began to trail his oral organ further down. The black creature breathed heavily as he felt Carius getting closer to his most intimate area. The distance shrank with every second that passed. Sometimes the dragon would nibble on Maxwell for a bit or place a couple of kisses onto his skin before he moved on. The griffin wasn't even ashamed or disgusted by their mating anymore. Instead he was lost in ecstasy, craving for more. And then, after a painfully long time, the drake's oral organ was only an inch or two away from the bird's package.
Suddenly the reptile's tongue was gone from his furred body. But Maxwell knew that it was only a matter of time before he would feel it again. Seconds felt like minutes while all the gryphon was able to hear were the breaths of the two creatures within the cave. Soon he was able to feel the warm air from the dragon's nostrils surround his sheath. It made him shudder in pleasure, feeling almost like torture to the young avian. And just as he was about to ask for his host to continue he felt his scaly lips place a kiss on his engorged ballsac.
A surprised squawk escaped the depths of the black creature's body, followed by soft moans of pleasure. Carius continued to fondle with the gryphon's marbles. Unless the rest of his body they weren't covered in fur, instead consisting only of a leathery hide. Eventually the reptile grew tired of smooching with Maxwell's tests and started to repeatedly drag his wet tongue along them.
The black griffin wasn't able to think straight anymore. All he could focus on was the immense pleasure given to his sac. His palms formed wrists due to the treatment his draconic friend gave him. He was able to feel his cock stiffen within his sheath, slowly making its way out. But the scaled male had even more in stock for the submissive avian. Without further ado he started to suckle on his jewels, sending a shudder through his whole body. There wasn't much Maxwell could've done against the thorough suckling he was receiving, but luckily, he also didn't want to.
While Carius still sucked on his balls like a child on a piece of candy, the tip of the bird's pole emerged from his protective sheath. Of course the drake immediately took notice of his stiffening member, eyeing it with a hint of amusement to his gaze. He continued his duty on the male's testicles, working more and more of his dick out of his hideout. It was a deep red cover, had a pointed head and was smooth all the way down. But the reptile knew that there was still more. Grabbing his shaft tightly he began to massage the griffin's malehood, causing him to fill the room with the sound of surprised squeaks.
Suddenly, a noticeable bulge formed within the bottom's sheath, just like the dragon had suspected. After a few more seconds of jerking and suckling, the avian eventually gave free his large knot at the base of his shaft, showing off his full, 10 inch long maleness. Pleased the reptile let go off his balls, also removing his paw from the pulsating shaft. It was time for a change of things... he finally wanted to taste his prey.
Extending his tongue, he placed his oral organ at the base of the bird's sensitive shaft, slowly starting to move upwards. His partner started to quicken his breaths, almost overwhelmed by the pleasure he was feeling at that moment. Little did he know that there was still so much more about to come...
Inch after inch Carius worked his way upwards. His serpentine tongue wrapped around his dick, lubricating it with his saliva. The gryphon felt waves of pleasure rush trough his body over and over. His body was flooded with adrenaline and he kept moaning for the dragon.
Eventually, the reptile reached the tip of his pole, glancing at it with a satisfied grin. A drop of pre-cum had collected on top of it, ready for him to taste it. Opening his muzzle, he took the male's awaiting rod into his mouth, immediately welcoming it by caressing it with his oral organ. Almost instantly his mouth was filled with the strong taste of his guest's pre. It was sweet and salty, masculine and almost overpowering. Never before had he tasted a gryphon's seed, but he immediately fell in love with it, desperate to coax more of it from the young avian's plentiful filled balls.
Maxwell on the other hand was trapped in a world of pleasure. He couldn't even moan, neither move his body. All he was able to do was to claw the ground beneath him as Carius began to move his head downwards. He shuddered as he felt inch after inch disappear into the warm, moist dragon muzzle, greeted by frequent licking and sucking. Every now and then a few drops of pre were elicited from his cock which the dragon thankfully gulped down into his hungry stomach.
After the black creature's whole shaft, not including the knot, had vanished within the drake's oral opening he began to move his head upwards again. The bird shivered as he felt the cool night air surround his wet member, almost feeling uncomfortable. After a painfully long time only the very tip of his maleness was left inside the reptile's cozy mouth, but fortunately he began to take his cock in once more.
As he began to suck on his meat in a slow, steady rhythm he also got hold of his balls, starting to play with them in between his claws, causing Maxwell to moan and pant loudly. For minutes the scaled creature kept pleasuring the helpless griffin, coating the insides of his mouth with his sperm. He would have loved to continue like this for the next couple of hours, but his partner was much less enduring than he was. Slowly, the avian could feel an orgasm build up deep within him, approaching far too fast.
"Carius ... I... I think I am gonna..." But before he was able to unload himself the drake let go off the gryphon's member, instead squeezing his balls gently. Not in order to hurt him, but to prevent him from spurting. An unsatisfied growl escaped the birds throat. "No... please continue... I was so... close..." he begged, humping the air. But the dragon only smirked, caressing his side with his free paw.
"Don't worry my poor gryphon... I assure you that you are going to cum tonight... but not too soon... in the end, I didn't even have a chance to show you the best part about mating, did I?" he spoke. Confused the black male looked up at the dragon whose gaze formed a naughty smile. His view went further down, in between the drake's hind legs, and what he saw there made his blood run cold.
In comparison to his own, the dragon's shaft was far more textured. Ridges ran all the way down to the base of his pole, and the tip almost looked like some sort of barb, making sure that it wouldn't drop out early. Unlike himself the male above him didn't have a knot at the base of his maleness, but to compensate that he was significantly larger. Maxwell guesses that he had to be at least 14 inches, maybe even longer. The griffin wasn't sure how he was supposed to fit all of his length in at that moment, even though it was lubricated with a slimy substance from within the reptile's slit.
"Relax. We are going to approach this very slowly. I don't expect you to be able to take me in one go, so if you think you can take no more just say a word and I will stop." Those words calmed the young male a little bit, still he wasn't quite comfortable with that monster being pushed into the deepest regions of his body. While he was still frozen by the thought of that, Carius had already moved on to prepare his prey for his maleness. Using both of his paws he spread the avian's butt-cheeks apart, reveling his tight, virgin hole.
He licked his lips by the sight of it. Extending his tongue, he buried his muzzle in between Maxwell's butt, starting to lick his clenched pucker. It tasted musky, but the reptile didn't mind the taste. As he felt the drake's rough tongue against his anal entrance the bird relaxed, causing his muscles to be not as cramped as before.
The scaled creature saw this as his chance to invade his partner. Forcefully, he pressed his oral organ against the sphincter, until eventually, it went in. At the same time the gryphon was met with a new sensation flooding his mind, causing him to groan in surprise. Slowly, more of the dragon's skilled tongue forced its way into his opening, making him moan in pleasure with every inch.
Soon the dragon's whole tongue had disappeared within the willing bird. He had never felt that full before, but he loved the feeling of it. He wouldn't have mind if the drake's tongue had been in his asshole for a bit longer, but the dragon's urges to mark this gryphon as his property were against him. As the scaled male retreated his tongue Maxwell was met with an unpleasant, empty feeling, like if something had just been taken away from him. But luckily, his dragon friend would soon stuff him with something much more pleasuring.
"I think you are ready..." Carius said before he removed his head from in between the griffin's butt. He walked forward until they, once more, were face to face - except this time, the bird wouldn't be the only one who would enjoy a good time. Carefully the reptile aligned his huge cock with his partner's hole. For a few moments there was silence, only the breaths of the two magnificent creatures could be heard. And then the drake began to push forward carefully, his tip making contact with the gryphon's anal entrance.
The avian moaned out loud as he felt his sphincter being forced open once more, this time by the drake's erect member. His partner on the other hand hissed in pleasures. "So... wonderfully... tight..." Maxwell was able to feel the tip of Carius cock spreading him apart as it went inside. For a short moment the draconic top remained like this so the bird had time to adjust to his size. Then he continued to work his pole further in, the griffin moaning in response.
He was able to feel every inch, every ridge as it disappeared into him. And each ridge sent another wave of pleasure through him. Each second more dragon cock disappeared within his depths, granting him this wonderful, full feeling again.
Carius on the other hand had to keep himself from going wild. His instincts told him to ram his whole cock into the gryphon's hole, to take him like a female in heat. But he didn't want to hurt his friend. Maybe he'd come back some day, and maybe he would be ready for that by then. For now, however he had to approach it slowly.
When about half of the dragon's shaft had disappeared into the avian's willing entrance, Maxwell felt completely full. He wasn't sure if he could take much more without having to endure pain. For a few more seconds he remained silent, allowing the drake to add another inch or two to the sensation, before he eventually gave in. "Carius ... I... I think that's all I can take for now..." The reptile looked in between their bodies, seeing that almost two thirds of his malehood were buried deep inside his mate. "You took more than I had expected you to..." He lowered his head until he was right next to the bird's left ear. "Now I am going to show you how it feels to belong to someone..." he whispered, before burying his muzzle within Maxwell's mane once more, starting to nuzzle him gently. At the same time he started to slowly withdraw his cock from the griffin's asshole, making him groan and gasp in pleasure. Every ridge on his pole sent a small shiver through his body.
All of those soft noises the avian made encouraged Carius to continue. His careful movements stimulated Maxwell's insides, making him crave for more. Soon only the tip of his member was left inside the male's warm passage. Without much hesitation he began to shove himself back in, not much faster than before. Once more both of them squeaked and hissed in pleasure. It didn't take him long to reach the point where he had stopped last time, but this time he went a little bit further in.
He started a slow and steady rhythm of pulling and pushing, trapping the two males in a world full of ecstasy and pleasure. The gryphon's own rod had started to leak pre cum once more, dripping down onto his black fur. Their breaths and pants echoed through the room while the drake desperately worked more and more of his shaft into the submissive bird.
They kept going like this for a long time, always enjoying the closeness to each other. Every now and then Carius placed a few kisses on the griffin's neck, making him chirp in delight. Eventually however they felt something new. Both of them looked down in between their legs, seeing that the reptile's whole member had disappeared within Maxwell's anal passage. While the gryphon's gaze had formed into one of shock and disbelief the scaled top just smirked.
The dragon caressed his partner's side as he once again withdrew his cock from his insides until only the tip remained. This time however, he went in faster and stronger, making the young male hiss in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It didn't hurt enough to be actually uncomfortable, just to make the avian's body shiver slightly.
Seeing that his friend was enjoying the new sensation he received the drake started to thrust into him in a moderate, steady rhythm while he himself continued to nuzzle and suckle on his neck. He also got hold of the other male's erection, beginning to slowly jerk him off. Maxwell couldn't even describe how much he liked what was happening to him. All he could do was moan as his host had his way with him.
The cave they were in smelled like musk and sweat from their passionate sex. A small puddle of cum had collected on the gryphon's belly while some was also leaking out of his anal entrance. Once within every couple of thrusts Carius pushed his cock into him a bit faster and stronger than usual, eliciting an even louder groan from the griffin.
Maxwell wished that this could last forever. All the pleasure that rushed through his body, all those emotions he felt at that moment... He even forgot why he was here at the first place. All he could focus on was the wonderful penetration he received - something he almost passed by. But nothing can last forever, and so, after a long time of mating, the young male felt his orgasm approach him. "I... I think I am gonna..."
Swiftly the dragon, also close to his climax, let go off his neck, instead aiming for the bird's throbbing member. He opened his mouth wide and before the avian was able to say or do something his whole shaft, including the large knot, had disappeared within the dragon's warm muzzle. That feeling sent him over the edge. He began to squawk in pure pleasure as his first spurt of cum splattered into the male's hungry maw. The taste was overwhelming, even for Carius, but he didn't have much time to adore the sticky substance within his maw. Gratefully he gulped it down before another bountiful spurt filled him.
At the same time the reptile also reached his orgasm. Burying his dick as deep as possible within his partner he began to fill his insides with his own potent seed. Spurt after spurt were pumped into Maxwell until his anal passage couldn't keep it inside anymore and it spilled out of his rump onto the floor.
Their climax lasted for a long time, and when they finally faded the griffin was panting in exhaustion. Letting go off his still erect cock the dragon also breathed heavily, trying to regain stamina. He laid down next to his friend, covering them both with his wings. "Thank you Maxwell... that was... wonderful..." he said "Yes... it was..." The Christmas Gryphon added
"Do you really have to leave already?" Carius asked in a sad voice. Maxwell was standing in front of the cave entrance. The snowstorm had subsided and the sun was sending it's beams across the countryside. He looked back at his host. "I am sorry... but you know. I have a duty to fulfill."
The drake nodded. "I understand..." He took a step towards the avian. "But visit me once you're back from your journey, okay?" The black bird smiled at him. "After a night like this? I am definitely going to return!" He turned his attention to the front, extending his wings, ready to take off. "I am going to see you in a few weeks. Bye Carius ... and... thanks again..." He started to sprint towards the exit and, with a jump, took flight in order to continue his job as a Christmas gryphon.
The dragon watched him for a few seconds, watched him as he got smaller and smaller as the distance between them grew. "Be careful Maxwell..." he whispered to himself.