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Reconnaissance and Relaxation

The skies were clear over the Onami Mountain range on the day that Cocamo was tasked in establishing control of the highest plateau. He and his mount - a gryphoness by the name of Ceylon - had to hike their way up the winding mountain trail to lay down base camp a special outcropping that had the perfect view over the border that divided their nation and the one in which they were currently engaged in a violent skirmish. From there, Cocamo would be able to remotely observe and report on goings-on in the enemy camp, thus giving his people a leg up in any upcoming battles.

Ceylon was capable of flight, as she was a rather large gryphon with an impressive wingspan, but Cocamo was a rather large fellow himself standing at around three meters tall and the two of them carried a rather hefty amount of supplies that would be used to set up the camp and sustain themselves for the week before they would be relieved by another of their allies. Plus, Cocamo was a dragon, and there was a bit of a stigma about dragons riding on gryphons, since dragons were typically larger.

Both were hiking side by side up the steep incline of the mountain paths while keeping a weather eye out to make sure no enemy soldiers were ahead of them. Had they been caught in a cross fire with the low ground, they didn't stand a chance. Luckily, Cocamo was a crack shot and had impeccable vision that ensured that he could see clearly up the mountain, so he was certain that if an ambush was imminent, he'd know about it.

Some rocks tumbled down from above them on the cliff, making Cocamo grab Ceylon by the harness and push her in close to the rock wall, protecting her as he cradled his rifle. "Whoah!" He said with a curt and gruff voice. He was glancing around to see what had made the rocks fall, and as he poked his head out from under the cliff he saw a family of about a dozen goats three levels up on the winding path, heads glancing down comically at him. "Oh, just a bunch of goats." He observed, letting Ceylon out from her hiding spot next to the rocks.

Her ears perked up and she gape grinned, tail swaying gentle behind her. Even encumbered by the thousands of kilos of supplies, food, and tent materials, she still acted as swift and agile as ever.

"No, Ceylon. You don't get to eat the goats. We have plenty of meat to last us a few days. The last thing we need is to leave a trail of blood that leads right to us; are you going to lick every rock or clear your path? No? I didn't think so." He patted her on the neck and made a hand motion that told her to keep moving. "Come on girl, we're almost there."

By then, they were more than three quarters of the way up the mountain, with the plateau less than an hour's hike from their location. From where they were, they had to go up a zig-zag path that acted as a step ladder up the steepest portion of the mountainside. Once they reached the highest level of that path, there was a pass that led down the opposite side into enemy territory, but also a hidden crevasse that, if followed properly, would lead them up to the peak of the mountain that had a perfect, picturesque view of the plains where Viokenic and Waverthe met, as well as the forts and surrounding villages that supported them.

Even this high in the mountains, he could clearly get the reconnaissance he needed to properly educate his superiors on the movement and motions and activity going on to the west, but the pathway was too narrow to set up camp there so he kept on trucking up the path.

Military training or not, Cocamo was having a hard time making his way to his destination. The fatigues he wore were thick to protect him from the environment, but were also warm despite the fact that it was always warm in this region. In addition, the mountains were tall enough that the air was noticeably thinner, thus weakening him. The best way to keep his energy up was to chew on some jerky while occasionally drinking water, all while trying his best to not get too close to Ceylon, for her body was particularly warm and the feathers were a great insulator.

"Well aren't you just the steamiest bird this side of the equator." Cocamo joked before taking a few steps ahead to lead through the exceptionally narrow bend that led up to the next step in the journey. "How do you not dehydrate or pass out from this?"

Ceylon ruffled her wing feathers as if she was shrugging as she chirped. Just then, a breeze blew by them and she widened her stance a bit to catch as much of it as she could, shaking her wings and raising every feather to let the wind tickle her flesh beneath. All the while she gape grinned and smiled, tail flicking happily behind her.

"If you say so." Cocamo joked, then pushed forward up the steep incline with Ceylon behind him. From there, it took them very little time to get to the first rest stop - a smaller plateau jutting out from the established path with a perfect place for them both to relieve themselves. It had been a long afternoon, and both needed to take care of business by spraying the rocks nearby.

Once they were done, the final leg of their journey didn't take much time at all to traverse. Before long, the two emerged at the peak of the path that was divided down the middle by the pass, and while it was reportedly hard to find the crevasse that led to the final ascent to the plateau overlooking the border, Cocamo found it with ease and was able to navigate it well. Even Ceylon, the gryphoness as large as a horse, could follow him diligently and was able to climb up the rock face to emerge at their destination, with the sun still high in the sky and not a cloud in sight.

"You know, I have to admit this is even more beautiful than I expected. And to share it with you makes me very happy. If only the Waverthian army wasn't ruining the landscape." He wrapped his arm around Ceylon's neck and shoulders to pull her into a hug, a gust of wind whipping at the both of them. After waiting a moment to take in the scenery, he gave her head a ruffle and rubbed her ears, then turned to her flank and started pulling off the saddle bags. "Time to set up camp. We have work to do."

The dragon hoisted off one bit after another until all that was left on Ceylon's body was her neck harness and the basics needed to attach the saddlebags. He was careful to brush her fur end every time he took another bag off, because she was sweating and her fur was all matted, since he was very keen on ensuring his mount was well kept, well fed, and satisfied in every way. He knew that a happy gryphon was a loyal gryphon, and loyalty was paramount to success in the military.

She stayed in place, obedient as ever while casually glancing back to watch him do his work. Once she was fully released from the weight of the bags and equipment, she spread out her wings and ruffled all her feathers at once, letting each of them stand on end in order to realign them, followed by her leaning into him to give him a gentle nuzzle and a preen, chirping and purring at him.

"Now now, don't get to cuddly. We have work to do." He insisted as he gave her a proper caress down her cheek and neck. "Give me some time to set things up, and we can definitely cuddle tonight after sunset. Now go lay down, and I'll get you something to chew on." With that, he leaned past her and dug around in the nearest bag to find some jerky, which he tossed to her so she could catch it.

Ceylon may have been feral, and prone to just gobbling up any meat before her, but she was as eager to enjoy the flavor of jerky as anyone else, so she put it in her maw and sucked on it rather than chewed it, extracting the flavors while kneading it with her tongue.

Cocamo saw this as his opportunity to get to work, so he started pulling things out of the half dozen bags and sorting them as best he could. He was to set up a whole camp here with Ceylon, and that included a radio spire, a tent with two beds, a bonfire for cooking, and an outhouse. Since he was far larger than most and Ceylon was also quite large, they were able to very carefully pack and carry all the materials necessary to do just that, and Cocamo was looking forward to an afternoon of hard work.

First and foremost, he collected the proper materials and equipment needed for the tent. The burlap and fabric was rolled up tight in one of the bags, the metal bars were in another, and everything needed to put it together was in the tools segment of the bag. Finding everything and sorting them out were the easy part, it was putting it together without instructions that seemed to stymie him at first. It only got worse when, midway through erecting the skeleton of the tent, Ceylon came up behind him and nudged at his arm from underneath, knocking his carefully placed bars out of position.

He was a little upset at first, as he felt that Ceylon shouldn't have been so disobedient for a military trained mount, but when he turned to scold her, she looked up at him with the cutest of eyes accented by the light chirp of a gryphon hen. He couldn't stay mad, of course. "Hey, no bugging me when I'm pitching this here tent." He lightly chastised, then laughed at his accidental innuendo. "I'll have all night to be with you once this is done. In the mean time, please let me work." He gave her a gentle pat and another stroke, then lightly smacked her haunches to have her go to the other side of the plateau, where she couldn't get in the way. Luckily, the plateau had to be a few dozen meters wide, and jutted out over the cliffs below, so there was plenty of room for the both of them.

With his distraction out of the way, Cocamo was able to finish the erection of the tent, and he was very diligent to pound down the spikes, tighten up the fabric, and ensure that the walls were as tight to the ground as possible with a series of stakes in it to ensure that no insects would surprise them. Of course, they were quite high in the mountains and not many bugs could be found at this altitude, but he was still doing his best to ensure that it didn't become a problem, regardless.

Only the zippered doors at the front would let him in and out. Now done with that, he unzipped as necessary, then as he poked his head out of the tent he was greeted with quite the pleasant sight. Ceylon was standing there, rump end pointed towards him and tail up to expose her intimates. It was evident immediately that she was aroused, because her ebony vulva were moist and dripping a viscous slime down over her inner thighs. Cocamo hadn't smelled or noticed it because, as a dragon, he wasn't attuned to gryphon estrus, and what he did smell reminded him of sweat and musk.

"Oh, I'm sorry girl, I didn't know you were in season." He apologized, lightly patting her on the haunches as he stepped out of the tent to stand beside her. "But my offer and limitations still stand. I have work to do, and you can have me all to yourself once camp is set up. Deal?"

Despite him telling her no, and that she had to wait, Ceylon still raised her tail up higher and waggled her hips, eager to have her rider ride her. She trilled lightly and glanced back expectantly, but didn't seem to get the hint that it was not appropriate.

Cocamo did his best to not draw attention to Ceylon's neediness, for he knew that if he paid attention to her hindquarters or did so much as give her thighs a gentle rub, she'd have sideswiped him with her flank until he did something about her carnal lust. Given their perch atop the plateau, that was not something he intended to invite, so he tried his best to keep himself professional and well composed, despite feeling a swell in his loins.

He had been on many reconnaissance missions with Ceylon, and he wasn't ashamed of the fact that she had gotten the better of him with her sensual female wiles on almost every occasion, even when she wasn't in heat. It seemed that, as soon as she was alone with him in a position to take advantage and demand his affections, she did precisely that. This trip appeared no different, as she was more needy and more pushy than usual.

Still, he had work to do, and was fully intent on giving her what she clearly needed after he took care of the duty before him. With his iron will at the forefront, he narrowed his vision as best he could to focus entirely on erecting the five meter tall radio tower made up of metal poles and wire that was designed to be connected to the tent. Constructing it was relatively simple, but took about an hour to ensure all the wires and connectors were in place. Its design was made to relay between the portable radio that was dangling off his waistband and connect with the fort at the foothills of the mountain. As long as line of sight was established, it'd work.

As he stood tall on one of the rocks, he glanced down while lining his eye up with the wire mesh atop the spire, ensuring that said line of sight had been established. "Good, good. Glad to see it." He said to himself as he rubbed his hands together, only to see that his motions seemed to be getting Ceylon excited, for she was shifting from one right talon to the next, her tail swaying behind her.

Cocamo hopped down from atop the spire and stood next to her, lightly grabbing at her cheeks and pressing his snout to her beak. "Not. Yet." He insisted with a forceful tone, sure to get the point across without making her upset or sad. There were few things more heartbreaking than a sad gryphon.

She didn't seem dissuaded at all, though. Rather than pull away or sulk, she just licked his face and chirped at him, still swaying her hindquarters with a smile on her face. As the day went on, she knew that she was closer and closer to having that love and affection she desired, for she was a smart gryphon who picked up patterns very well. She remembered the last time she and Cocamo were alone.

He scoffed gently, barely able to hold back a smirk. "Look here, girl, I have just one more thing to tend to. Once I'm done setting up the bonfire and reporting to the captain, then it's just you and I until morning. You, and me, and my binoculars as we watch to make sure the enemy camp doesn't have any activity. Understood?" He flicked her on the beak then turned to grab a shovel so he could work, only to have her nudge under his tail, knocking him onto his face while she trilled in laughter.

"I see how it is." He retorted as he got to his feet. "For that, now you wait." He then grabbed the shovel out of the bag and did his best to ignore her as he dug the pit for the bonfire. All the while, she chirped and nudged at him, bumping him with her beak while pecking and preening at him as well as occasionally plucking at his uniform. Still, he faux-ignored her by offering casual sidelong glances but not petting her or outwardly acknowledging her.

This upset her to the point where she actually bit him on the arm, tugging his wrist away from the shovel as she tried to curl her hind end around, urging him to touch her under the tail.

"Hey, no biting!" He growled at her as he yanked his wrist from her beak. She didn't draw blood but that didn't mean her chomp didn't hurt. He was expecting to have to console her for having growled at her, but she seemed oblivious to his frustration and was focused on one thing and one thing only. So, despite his insistence on making her wait, he gave into her persistent demands and gave her a bit of a hug, gently caressing her neck and shoulders for a minute before returning to digging the pit. "Okay, I'll help you out, but you gotta let me get this done, okay? Have patience, it will pay off."

She seemed to understand what he was saying, because she backed off and kept a few meters away from the bonfire pit, hovering near it without getting in Cocamo's way. All the while, she occasionally turned so that her rump end was facing him and her tail was up, glancing over her shoulder to see if he paid attention, but then hopped away if he got close. She was already at that level of needy where she was playful as a puppy, teasing and playing games to entice him.

Cocamo loved it when she got this way, and it was always hard to not pounce her in a way that would inevitably lead to her being touched just right. She knew this, he knew this, and by this point they were both dancing around the reality of their mutual attraction, while Cocamo was trying his best to maintain an aura of professional integrity. Doing so was incredibly challenging, as every glimpse under her tail and every playful peck served to excite him, and his willpower was being slowly ebbed away by her enticing behaviour.

Despite his intent to pounce her when he was done the bonfire pit, he found that he had one more small chore to tend to before he could do that. The moment the pit was ready, he went right over to the radio spire and tested it out, calling to his captain to report what he'd seen so far - nothing - and ask for further instructions. He hoped that there would be no more, but his captain instead commanded him to observe and report every half hour until nightfall.

The blood drained from his face when he heard that. Nightfall was at least four hours away, and half an hour was not enough time to give his mount the pleasure she desired. If things went well - and they always did - they could be stuck together for more than an hour!

With a heavy heart, he walked back to Ceylon and shook his head at her. "Sorry girl, I have work to do. Captain has me reporting every half hour until sundown. Can't play with you until then." He holstered the radio on his belt and went to step past her so he could lay on his belly with his binoculars, overlooking the southern plains. However, as he stepped by her, she used her head and neck to stop him, pushing him away from the ledge before knocking him off his feet and onto his rump with her standing over top of him.

She pressed her talon to his chest and gape grinned down at him with a sinister look in her eyes. With a waggle of her rump, she sat right down on his groin and pinned him to the ground as her loins warmed his crotch right through his fatigues.

"C-Ceylon, cut it out." He demanded, voice wavering as he felt the warmth of her loins pressed against him, coaxing his member from its slit. He was strong, but not strong enough to force her off his body if she didn't want to move. Knowing that, he did the one thing that might satisfy her enough to get her to listen, he reached down between them to curl two fingers into her, rubbing his digits up and down her slit while grabbing at that meaty equine clitoris of hers. He knew she loved that.

His mount expressed her affection and appreciation by chirping and trilling at him, grinding her hips against his hand while spreading her hind legs. She was enjoying the attention, but it seemed it wasn't enough for her, as she flopped down on top of him with her cheek pressed to his and her beak lightly preening at the fur behind his ears, vocalizations echoing from inside her.

Regardless of his clear affections for the gryphon hen, Cocamo still had a job to do and couldn't afford to waste any more time, so he gave her slit one last rub before slipping out from under her to flop down on his belly next to the cliff with Binoculars up. He did his best to not pay attention to her sulking responses to him, even though he knew she was definitely standing just out of view clawing at the ground to get his attention.

Against his better judgment, he stayed like this for the full half hour, eyes trained on the enemy camp through his binoculars, ignoring Ceylon as best he could. This lasted for a shockingly long time, and he was able to successfully get his report out to his captain after the first half hour shift before giving into her wiles. As he laid back down, Ceylon literally pounced him and pawed at his back and shoulders, pecking his neck floof and tugging on his tail for attention.

There wouldn't be another shift of observing and reporting until she got what she wanted.

Though he wanted to resist, to make her wait a bit longer to amplify her desires, he knew in his heart that he couldn't make her beg any longer. With a sigh and a huff, he rolled to his feet and stared her in her sky blue eyes, smiling before he leapt forth and tackled her onto her side, mussing up her feathers and fur as he nuzzled and nipped at her as another gryphon would in a courtship ritual.

In response, Ceylon rolled onto her back and then all the way around until she was on her belly with her rump up and tail flipped over her back, like a cat.

This was finally too much for Cocamo to resist. He rolled over next to her and buried his face under her tail, nuzzling at her lips as he slipped his tongue into her, kissing her in the most intimate of ways. She had a pleasant, earthy taste that stuck to his tongue even after he pulled away and licked his lips, which were now covered in her juices. As he stared at her flesh, her clitoris folded out in a wink, prying open her lips in the process and leaking a bit of fluid onto his lap. Her vigor and arousal urged him to once again lean into her, hands on her rump and snout between her haunches to nuzzle and probe at her depths.

While he was licking and nuzzling at her, she was grinding back against his lips, rotating her hips and twitching every time she felt his tongue pass over her clit. Her depths were soaking wet with arousal, and her lips were leaking drips of it down his chin and neck to soak into his fur. There was no purer show of affection, and the copious mess that she pushed out onto his muzzle only served to better break down his defenses and make him more eager to please her.

After a few moments of vigorous and passionate licking and kissing her nether lips, Cocamo got to his feet and leaned into her, pressing his fingers between her lips to once again caress her depths. The fluids that seeped out soaked his hand as they had his chin, lubricating him to the wrist with ease as he twisted and pumped into her. He was careful to not slip his entire fist into her, because even though she liked that and could handle it well, it always made her jump a bit as his knuckles lurched forth past her vulva to knead at her depths. Instead, he moved his fingers in waves, sloshing at her lips and coaxing more of her arousal out of her.

He pressed and kneaded at her walls, rubbed in circles around her clit before giving it a gentle pinch, then curled all five fingers and thumb into her to gently part her flesh. He was very careful to slowly knead at her opening, twisting and grinding just right as he applied just a little more pressure every time until he felt that familiar loosening and lurch that sucked his hand in to the wrist!

Ceylon threw her head back and trilled at him, feathers standing on end and wings ruffling to show her affection. Her hips widened their stance and her loins clenched around his wrist, holding him in place so she could start grinding against his penetrating fist. She wanted to be in control to feel him pound at her depths, but she also trusted him to know how far to go and how rough to get, so she stayed in place only wagging her hips against him, ever motion making his knuckles rub against her walls.

Cocamo gave her one last pump of his fist before slowly pulling out, leaving her gaping and squelching as her fluids dribbled out of her backside onto the rock and dirt below them. He then stood up tall and gave her a tug from between her thighs, urging her to stand tall on all fours for him.

She did as she was told, because she knew what was coming next.

"Good girl." He complimented her in a hushed whisper. He grinded his hips against hers through the fabric of his jeans, soaking his fatigues as he hurriedly unbuckled the belt and unzipped them. The moment he dropped his trousers down to his knees, his erect member bounced up and lightly caressed her velvety lips, slapping at her moist flesh only to be coated in her slimy ejaculate as she winked and squirted all down his front. He knew he should have probably taken the pants off entirely to avoid the mess, but it was too late and he knew he'd be smelling her all night and all week already.

It just made more sense to keep the pants on and make it worse. If he was going to be dealing with dirty clothes for the duration of his trip, he couldn't think of a better scent in which to be inundated. So, as they say, he'd hit the point of no return.

Knowing all that, he grabbed his member by the bulge of the knot and guided his tapered tip in between the gryphon's velvet lips, rubbing it up and down her slit before plunging himself in right to the hilt. He had teased and licked and rubbed her enough, having brought her to what seemed like at least a few orgasms already, it was his turn to have fun. Once he felt her warmth envelop him, he grabbed her by the base of the tail and started bucking into her, the lobes of his knot breaching her opening time and time again as a flow of gryphon juices trickled over his loins and inner thighs.

This was definitely the sort of pleasure he was glad to share with her, even if he'd made her wait much longer than he had intended. In truth, it pained him greatly to make her whine and beg for him, since he wanted it as much as she did, but he had duty to attend to, and that was very important to him. Without his missions, he wouldn't be able to keep spending time with her! Deep down inside, he felt she knew this and understood his plight even if she kept badgering him for attention without leaving him alone.

Cocamo leaned back to get a good look at his bulbous knot pumping in and out of her as her juices flowed over him keeping him even more slick and better lubricated than he would have been on his own. The image was quite a delight, and he found that merely glancing at her silken lips swallowing him repeatedly was making his knot swell to full girth. Prior, his knot was only partially formed and half firmness, but as he grinded up against her and sloshed his tip about inside, his knot was growing.

He knew that it was a bad idea to tie with her given his mandatory half hour reports, but in the throes of passion he felt he had no choice. The very thought of pulling out and letting the knot expand outside of her made him sad and was making him feel unsatisfied without ever letting it become reality, so of course he slammed his hips into her as hard as he could as the final throbs inflated him fuly.

She tossed her head back again and her whole body shuddered in delight, every feather standing on end as she slithered in place, her every wavelike motion grinding against his hips as her tender walls constricted and tugged on him, her flesh leaking more and more of her creamy mess down his groin. The look in her eyes told him she knew she had him locked, and that he wasn't going anywhere.

Surprisingly, he was okay with this. All he had to do was tell his superiors that he thought he heard someone nearby and that he felt that speaking on the radio could have compromised his position! It was amazing the sort of excuses one could make to get out of responsibility.

However, as he was feeling his pleasure build against her snug interior, Ceylon stepped forward and glanced out over the cliff's edge, pointing her beak to the enemy camp. There, it could be faintly seen that something important was happening, but Cocamo was too distracted to really pay attention.

The dragon knew that once his massive knot tied to someone, there was no stopping his encroaching climax. He could feel that tingle building in his loins as his pelvic muscles contracted to spurt strand after strand of his precum into her, the pulsing of his heartbeat matching hers in a manner most poetic before he leaned down over her back to clutch at her fur and the feathers of her wings. The best he could do was grind and gyrate his hips, rolling his knot just beyond her winking clit while stirring her loins with his shaft, at least until he heard a gunshot in the distance, yanking him from the budding orgasmic bliss.

While still tied to her, he bent over and fumbled for the binoculars in an effort to get a better look at what was happening down at the enemy fort. Every movement he made tugged on his knot, bringing him ever closer to that climax he knew was coming any moment now. Luckily, Ceylon was very accommodating by shuffling to the side to let him get close enough to the binoculars to grab their strap and stand back up.

He stared out over the plains, cock still throbbing inside her tender walls as he tried his best to ignore that and focus on what he saw before him. Every breath and every beat of the heart brought him a modicum closer to climax, but he was still able to hold off just long enough to grab his radio and let his commander know that something was afoot in the enemy camp. He didn't know for sure what was happening, but he could clearly see that there was a commotion going on, and that was good enough intel to satisfy the captain.

Once he had completed his report, he dropped the radio and leaned into Ceylon once again, grinding his hips into her as he gripped at her hips and tugged at her thighs to better buck against her. She pushed back and arched her back, helping him out and lightly tugging on his knot until she coaxed the first burst of his seed from his loins.

Cocamo tensed up his toes and dug his fingers into her flank as he collapsed on her back, cock throbbing inside her while splashing strand after strand of his seed into her depths. Unlike anthros who lacked knots, his orgasm wasn't just a one and done deal, but instead lasted for the entire duration of his tie with his gryphon mount.

Each and every throb of his loins spurted another jet of his essence into her depths, painting her walls and seeping out with every one of her vaginal contractions. He whimpered and growled lightly against her, his vocalizations getting muffled in her fur and feathers as his knees weakened.

Ceylon could tell that he was about to collapse and yank on her, so she crouched down to lay on her belly with him kneeling behind her, bent over and lost in his bliss as shot after shot filled her.

From that position, he was able to get his binoculars again and keep an eye on the camp, making his proper - if distracted - reports back to base every half hour without ever popping his knot out of his mount.

There they remained on the rocky outcropping, purring and growling and trilling delightfully at one another until night fell upon them and Cocamo was granted his release both from his semi-hourly reports and the snug confines of her depths, as his knot had finally subsided enough to slip out. Though he was certainly tired and exhausted from his time spent with her, the first thing he wanted to do was dive right back in, so he hoisted her tail up and used his tongue to clean her, like a gentleman drake.

She seemed to appreciate this, so she curled around and took his member in her beak, using her tongue to clean him as his girth slowly retreated back to its slit.

Before long, the two of them had cleaned each other off, leaving them to cuddle under the full moon's light that bathed the plains and mountains around them.