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Ruination and Copulation - Ueston Town - Keroan Ruins

"So it comes to this." Ithilwen said to the pet gryphon that was perched upon her shoulder. "Ueston. What a deplorable mess of a town filled with nothing but the scum and grime left over from the the treasure hunters of the world. Of course the Potions guild would run a place like this. Bunch of vile vial pushers, the lot of them should be ashamed of their place in this world."

"That may be true, but the wine is the most powerful you'll find!" The barkeep joked as he poured her another mug. "And careful with that tongue of yours, missy. If the locals hear that sort of dirty talk, they'll swell with pride and ask you to follow them to their bandit hideouts or something? They love to be called all manner of filth, you know."

Ithilwen smiled back, playing along with the joke. "Yeah, well if they get too close to me I might have to clean them, and that sort of ruins the appeal, doesn't it?"

"Aye, that it does. Call me if you need another refill, m'lady. We got lots more where that came from." The barkeep tossed his towel over his shoulder and filled another mug with ale to serve. The tavern they were both in had an open front and it was still midday, so bright lights shone in, illuminating the entirety of the tavern; their voices were almost drowned out by the clatter outside.

She was in the middle of the town of Ueston, a border city between Kerolioa and InTamos and resting on the very tip of the southern bay. This town was known for its seedy underbelly and the fact that much of it was a hotspot for bandits, pirates, and the Potions Guild Underground. In fact, it was so overrun with crime and debauchery that neither the governments of the neighbouring nations had any desire to regulate or control it. Any attempts at taking control of the town were met with great force, and when dealing with the combined efforts of three criminal empires who only worked together to resist authority, the authority rarely won. Stranger still, the three factions didn't care for each other.

Fate had conspired to bring her to this place, as her time in Farragouth had come to an end. The preceding year of her life had been spent exploring the northern cliffs and coastline of Farragouth in quest for the Eye of the Cat, a gem said to be able to delve into one's mind and use the information plucked from within to control others. All of the texts she read said that the gem was found in those northern cliffs, but what Ithilwen had failed to factor in was that the texts were inscribed centuries prior, before Farragouth had broken up into four distinct nations, including Renam, Chimme, and Veneisse. It was the Farrah empire long ago, but now Farragouth was but one nation on the continent.

Ithilwen would have kept going north along the shore, but the region between north Farragouth and Renam - the new northern peak of the land - would have either taken her through the war torn lands of no king, or would have wasted months of her time circumventing that region while also taking her through the Farrah Delta, the falls of Venni, and another whole nation's worth of hazards en route.

Instead, she caught a pirate ship and paid them to cross the ocean between Farragouth and InTamos to bypass all that. Her plan was to catch a ride from the bay adjacent to Ueston, pass through the strait, and be dropped off at her destination in north Renam, but that had been delayed due to a riot between the three factions in Ueston. No ships were docking or departing for days, so she was stuck drinking wine and trying to avoid drunk, horny males. Last thing she needed was to be accosted by some rowdy drake only to have her pet gryphon tear them asunder with her immense magical prowess.

Then, as she was finishing off that refill of wine, a rather dashing looking gentleman plopped down next to her at the bar. He was a canine with white and golden brown fur, a wide brimmed safari hat, a whip on one hip and a blade on the other. He wore khaki shorts and a tasteful khaki top, but still looked rugged and worn by a life amidst pirates and bandits and potion mobsters.

As he sat, he casually tipped his hat to her and ordered a drink. "Barkeep! I'd love a drink." His voice was gruff but soft at the same time. Assured but vulnerable in a way. "And I'd like to buy this lady a drink of her own. She looks like she's about done hers."

Ithilwen shook her head and put her hand over her mug. "I'm fine. I've already had three and that's plenty. Thanks, though. I appreciate it." She glanced sidelong at Ceylon on her shoulder to gauge this gentleman adventurer. To her delight, the gryphon was purring and smiling, with her tail flicking out down across Ithilwen's long blue hair; this told Ithilwen that he was worth knowing. "And your name, good sir?" She asked, extending the hand not covering her mug.

He reached out and gave her a shake back. "The name's Ezio. Treasure hunter. You?"

"Ithilwen, also a treasure hunter. Pleasure to meet you." She turned in her seat to look at him while sipping the last remnants of her drink. It wasn't clear to her if she was just tipsy from the wine or if there was something appealing about this light furred canine, but she found herself immediately drawn into his beautiful eyes. "So what are you doing in a shit hole like this? You seem too clean to be a local, if you get my drift."

Ezio laughed a bit. "You say that now, but this place is usually quite civil, aside from the riots. The factions just love to fight, it's in their blood; once they get tired they'll go back to drinking and fighting with their brothers again. None of this is out of the ordinary, but when they're not rioting, this place runs better than either of the nations in which it shares a border or the ocean that is ruled by no king." He got his drink and gulped it down in a matter of seconds. Upon wiping his lips, he slammed the mug down and glanced at Ithilwen's satchel. "What sort of glorious relics have you got in there?"

Her eyes narrowed, suspecting he might have been pulling some sort of heist or trick. However, she noticed that Ceylon still wasn't causing a fuss, and that kitty-sized gryphon was a good gauge to a person's intention; had Ezio been looking to steal from her or run of with any of her artifacts, she'd be hissing and clawing at him. With this in mind, she opened it up and showed him the collection she had with her, including various elemental staves, the golden dragon egg, gems for amplifying her geomancy powers, and one made of mythril that could cut through anything. "A few things, you could say."

"Wow. You've been at this for a while, haven't you? A collection like that takes years of research to suss out and brave the wilderness in order to obtain. I've been doing this for a decade and that's about the same size as my collection. Do you have a crew? A troupe? Partners of any sort?" He paused a moment to smile and blush a bit. "I confess, I'm impressed regardless. Beautiful woman like yourself in this line of work is always appealing, but damn. Good for you."

Ithilwen shook her head and shrugged, her ego swelling as she closed her satchel up again. "No partners, no crew, no entourage; just Ceylon here." She gave the gryph a bit of a stroke down her feathered back. "Girl gives me indescribable luck whenever we're together. Nobody can touch me, and I fear no danger as long as she's by my side. Plus, she has led me to a few relics on the side I wasn't even looking for. Oh, and this is maybe a quarter of my total stash. My home back in Klyneth is littered with stuff like this that I can't take with me on the road. This is just the useful part of the collection."

His jaw practically dropped at hearing that, but he composed himself and grinned. "Well, I have to say I'd love to do a bit of treasure hunting with you some time if you're that good. I've been seeking out the Quill of Indeil, a relic said to make you lighter on your feet. It's said to be hiding somewhere in the Keroan temple, but that temple crumbled a century ago and is overridden with vines now. Thing is, I've found no evidence that it's been found by any others, so it's still out there. Been looking for it for the better part of half a year now, and if you help me find it you can take half of the reward."

"Reward? I don't do this for rewards. I do this for fun." She lied. Ithilwen sold many of the relics she found that she had no personal use for, and this sounded no different than that but that didn't mean she was willing to share that information with him so easily. "Who would need a quill meant to make them lighter? Seems like a very specific enchantment to me."

"Some pirate captain by the name of Storm. Gryphon. Says it would be very useful on the open seas when boarding enemy ships since he could basically glide forever without wasting energy on flapping. In his words, he would be happy to tear the woods apart looking for it, but it's too far inland and he hates being far from his ship. Instead, he put out a bounty for anyone willing to brave the forest and uncover the treasure amidst the Keroan ruins. Hundreds have looked, some never come back."

That all sounded quite dire to Ithilwen, but she needed something to keep her busy for a few days while waiting for the port to open again and this sounded like a fun challenge for herself and her pet gryphon. Plus, taking half the reward would have been nice, too. She was already rich, but any coin was good coin. "That name, it sounds familiar for some reason, like I've heard it in a dream. Whatever the case, I'm curious about the reward. What sort of take would I see if I helped you?"

He slowly nodded in approval. "Now that's what I want to hear. He's offering 500 gold, so you'd take 250. Right down the middle. Seems a little high for me, but I'll take it if I ever do find the quill."

She knew that Ezio was right, and that did seem pretty high compared to the sort of enchantment it offered, but that didn't stop her from happily accepting half of that offer. "Sure, that sounds like a steal to me. Guaranteed, if it's out there Ceylon will lead us to it. I'm not too keen on the idea of just boldly jumping headfirst into adventure like this, but I need something to fill in the time while I wait for this den of thieves to sober up." She took the last droplets of wine and tossed a silver onto the bar. "So, if you wanna guide me to where we're going, now's the time to put up or shut up."

Ezio yipped lightly at her before also tossing a coin and following, eager to join her in a quest!

The ruins themselves were a few hours horseback ride north from town, followed by another hour or so walk into the forest. The crumbling walls, structures, and idols were scattered all over, not centralized in one location; this meant that finding the main temple in which the Quill was said to be hidden would not be easy. In fact, the farther they went into the ruins the more clear it came to Ithilwen that this was not just a temple or worship grounds, but a whole city's worth of ruins dilapidated and overgrown with vines. The centuries since the Keroans disappeared have not been kind to their legacy.

Having ditched the horses back at the forest's edge, the two were on foot as they cut and hacked their way through the dense underbrush. Though it was not a tropical region, the vegetation was thick like a jungle and just as challenging to traverse without any of the deadly snakes or spiders lingering.

"So, you're the one with all the knowledge and understanding of this region. Tell me, where exactly is - or was - the temple in which this was supposed to be found. These ruins are spread far and wide over what I presume to be dozens of square kilometers based on what we saw when we were on that hill, so I don't even begin to know where we should be looking. Care to enlighten me?" Ithilwen prodded as the two both hopped over a short, crumbling wall together.

Ahead of her, Ezio ducked under a hanging vine and plucked a few berries from a nearby fern. He sniffed it before popping one in his mouth and offering one to Ithilwen. "Well, all the research I've done said that the main temple in which the Quill was hidden was in the exact middle of the ruins. The problem is that we still don't know exactly where the center is, as we've not fully explored the region and found the outer ridges of the sacred grounds. You're right, it's massive, but we don't know for sure how big it actually is. Much of my time over the past half a year has been spent as a cartographer, mapping the region." He pulled his pack from his back and offered her a rolled up scroll.

Ithilwen pulled it open to get a good look at the map contained within that showed topography as well as as she chewed on one of the berries. "So where are we, exactly?"

"We're here." Ezio said as he pointed at the lowermost part of the map. "We've basically just entered the ruins, and we have a lot of exploring to do. Your pet there should be able to tell us when we're close, so you focus on keeping an eye out for the soarians. That's really the only threat here."

"Wait, what's a soarian?" Ithilwen asked as she rolled the scroll back up and put it in his pack. "And how are they a danger? Why didn't you tell me anything about them before we left Ueston?"

He chopped through a few vines before explaining. "Soarians are an aggressive, feral hybrid of avian and dragon that scour these lands. More appropriately, they're a mix of gryphon and prehistoric saurossins known as raptors. I'm told that they live only to protect the ruins from folks like us, and can be immensely dangerous if we cross them. I've encountered them many times, but I've always escaped relatively unscathed despite them trying to take me down and chase me."

Ithilwen cocked her head to the side. "Unscathed? If they're so dangerous, how did you escape without getting hurt? Have you ever considered that they maybe just chase you away from what they protect? Perhaps they don't want to hurt you, but instead scare you. Have you ever gotten in a fight with one? And more importantly, how tall are they? Are they susceptible to magic?" All important questions.

Ezio paused to think about that for a moment. When he turned back to look at her, he nodded in agreement. "You know, I never quite thought about that, and never tested them. They're tall, about two or three meters depending on age and gender, but I've never gotten into a scrap with one; I usually just turn and run. I mean, I could fight them with a blade or bow and arrow, but they're clearly protecting something and I have no interest in killing unless I'm in a life threatening situation or I'm hungry."

"But you just described them as dangerous. If you felt they were dangerous, why didn't you fight? Seems like a default setting when adventuring in the northern wilds, doesn't it?" She wasn't meaning to prod or insult him, even if her words may have come across that way.

However, her tone didn't make it clear that she had no intention of insulting him, so he stopped in place and sighed heavily, shaking his head. "I'm a treasure hunter, not any other kind of hunter. I don't seek out prey and I don't get a thrill from a kill. I only take life if my own is in imminent danger, and while the lore states the soarians are dangerous and will rip you limb from limb, I've seen no such threat. They posture, they display, and they chase, but as soon as I'm out of range or far enough away, they halt their pursuit. They're only dangerous if you don't run, and when given a choice between taking a life and running, I run. I know I could win in a fight, but I don't want to resort to that."

It all sounded to Ithilwen like he'd been rehearsing that speech for weeks, or had been forced to give it many times in the past. Clearly he resented the idea that he would needlessly kill and that he felt the need to establish that he was a pacifist. While most would label him a coward, Ithilwen found great value in that sort of mentality. Sure, she had killed in the past, but much like Ezio it was only ever in self defense. In an odd way, it made him inexplicably attractive to her, so much so that she failed to speak a word. Only Ceylon managed to squeak out a kindhearted trill and chirp of approval his way.

"Well? Are you gonna go trekking back knowing I'm not going to kill? A pacifist treasure hunter must be seen as a liability, so I'd understand if you didn't feel safe around me." He stared her in the eye, waiting for her response - any response - before sighing and rolling his eyes. "Fine, let's-"

Ithilwen interrupted him by reaching out to him and grabbing his arm. "Not at all, Ezio, just the opposite." She glanced over to Ceylon to give the bird a pet and a feather preen. "It's incredibly rare to find someone who values life as you do. One of the reasons I travel solo is because I can't stand mercs or assassins. Hired blades are the worst, and I don't want them around me thanks to how willing they are to kill or be killed for coin. Hell, I could barely stand spending time in Ueston for all the bandits and pirates. No, you're different, and I respect that. I'm honored to be on an adventure with you."

Ezio paused to narrow his gaze, unsure if she was sincere in what she said. He was confident, brash, and sure of his abilities as a treasure hunter, but when it came time to kill or face that gruesome reality he often found himself crumbling and falling apart. He really preferred to not get blood on his hands, and Ithilwen was the first in many seasons to see the value in that.

"I can see that you're percolating the reality of what I just said in your mind, but stew on it no more. I meant every word." She brushed her hair back and stepped up to him as she felt a swelling in her loins; in that moment she found him irresistible for some reason, and since they were alone she didn't wish to squander that opportunity. "Folks like you are a rare treat, and it's nice to see someone else values loyalty and compassion over coin. Tell you what, how about we take a bit of a break and get better acquainted." She pulled him down off the pile of rubble to press her chest to his while smiling.

Ezio's ears perked up as he cocked his head to the side in confusion. This was clearly not where he had expected this conversation to lead. "I confess, lady Ithilwen, that I am confounded by this."

She leaned in closer so that her breasts pressed against his chest and her groin was lightly caressing his. "What's so confusing about it. We're alone, we're exploring some ruins, and we just discovered that we share a lot more in common than you think. Tell me, do you not enjoy the warmth of a woman?" Ithilwen wrapped her hand around his rump to pull him in closer, forcing the bulge of his sheath to press against her mound. "So what are you going to do with that blade of yours?"

He could only gulp, as he was not fully prepared for this sort of physical action. However, the warmth of her body and the swelling of his loins seemed to help him regain some of his bravado, as he pushed back into her and wrapped his free arm around her waist to keep her in close, his other hand carefully putting the blade away in its scabbard. "Well, if we're on an adventure, we might as well make the best of it, shall we?" He started unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his furred, well toned chest.

Ithilwen offered a low growl of approval while Ceylon hopped off her shoulder to go frolic in the nearby ruins. She ran her hands through Ezio's chest fur, then pushed his shirt down off his shoulders before quickly tearing off her own tunic and tossing it to the side in the pile. This left them both with their pants, which Ithilwen happily tended to by loosening his belt and tearing it out while he pulled her leggings down over her thighs, leaving their blades and satchels to fall around their ankles.

With both of them now nude and exposed, they kicked their respective pants over into the pile, staring each other in the eye. There was a glint of devious intent shared between them, as both briefly considered running off with the tools and relics of the other - they were both treasure hunters, after all - but that fleeting desire passed in the brief second before Ithilwen pounced him and pinned him on his back along a pile of moss-softened rubble with her legs straddling his hips.

She leaned down and nuzzled into her neck as she lightly grinded on his groin, the soft fur of her mound rubbing against his sheath to wake him up. "I don't suppose this counts as desecration, does it?" She asked with a growl in his ear while continuing to grind until she felt the familiar sensation of throbbing cock flesh rubbing between her lips. Upon sensing this, she pushed off his chest and grinned.

Ezio was taken aback by her brash and bold move, but certainly didn't resist or push her off. Instead, his tail wagged as he gripped at her hips, holding her in place as he bucked his hips into her. He felt his member slip out of his sheath and into her, the warmth of her sex enveloping him in one quick motion. His knot remained in his sheath, giving it a light bulge that he rubbed up against her lips as he bucked into her, the angle and the vigor of his motions nearly peeling the sheath back from the knot in the process. His tail continued to wag as he grinned and panted lightly, content and satisfied.

"Well this just won't do, now will it?" Ithilwen declared as she reached between the two of them to squeeze and rub at his sheath, pulling it back to make the end of it pop over the semi-bulged knot to better feel its flesh against her lips. "That's much better." She growled before laying back atop him, pressing her breasts to his chest and nuzzling into his neck while grinding her hips against his, eagerly using his length to stir her loins. The rubbing of his throbbing flesh against hers was heavenly, and coaxed a generous amount of her own natural lubricant out of her to trickle down over his knot and sheath. She used this to rub around her mound and clit while also squeezing his knot in her palm.

In response, Ezio found himself moaning and lightly growling as he matched her motions, bucking his hips up into her while squeezing down on her hips for extra leverage. His member throbbed and spewed stream after stream of his precum into her depths, the silken fluid mixing with hers to make her depths even more slick and well lubricated. While he may have been a long way off from climax - as his knot had yet to pop into her and grow - he felt as if he were at the peak of his pleasure already! There was something special about being with other canines, he found, that couldn't be emulated.

She kept at him, grinding and pushing down while gyrating her hips to roll his knot against her lips. Ithilwen wanted that knot inside her and was happy to make it happen, even in the middle of a potentially dangerous ruin. With her tenacity and the power in which she forced herself onto him, she soon felt the swell of his knot slipping into her, parting her lips and threatening to lurch into her. Before it could slip in entirely, she pulled off and bounced on his shaft a few times, rightly teasing him to better entice him with her flesh. "Not yet." She cautioned while pressing a finger to his lips.

"Why not?" He asked through the barrier of her finger while offering a light thrust of his hips to slap the lobes of his knot against her. Every motion he took slid along her flesh with absolute ease, as their combined secretions were perfectly slick, offering just enough resistance to be pleasurable.

Ithilwen didn't say a word to respond. Instead, she shook her head and grinned as she leaned back, balancing herself on his upright knees while moving her spine in waves to emulate the feeling of shallow but passionate thrusts. She bit her lip as her tail wagged just above his, then she altered her position so that, instead of being on her knees and straddling him, she was on her hind paws and squatting down on him - a change in balance that made some of the rubble shift and fall out from beneath them. They both adjusted quickly and Ithilwen kept at him, bouncing on his cock and slapping her lips to the bulge of his knot without actually forcing herself down onto him.

He could have bucked up into her, or pushed her down hard onto his length to have her sex swallow him up, but he felt like that would be unfair to her and he was liking what she was doing too much to want to risk it. So, like a gentleman treasure hunter, he simply laid back to reap the rewards of his fortune, allowing her to dictate the pace and control the situation. He did, however, keep his hands wrapped around her hips to ensure she didn't end up at the wrong angle or risk bending his length.

That wouldn't be a good day for either of them.

As she came to be confident in Ezio's desire to give her control, Ithilwen decided to reward him by picking up the pace and pushing down even harder than before, with the slap of his knot accented by a gentle grind and gyration that rolled his knot against her. Before long, she felt her lips stretch just far enough that they were wrapping around his knot while her muscles weren't quite ready to loosen to the point he could fit. She took this more as a challenge than a roadblock, and kept at him by aggressively bouncing on him until she felt that familiar discomfort that came from over-exerting herself.

Ezio felt it as well, and though he wasn't the type to force himself on (or in) anyone, he couldn't help but pull at her hips while also forcing his own up into her while she growled and grinded against him. With one powerful lurch and a pop, his knot slipped into her and started to swell inside, locking them together.

Her lips touched his sheath, she rubbed her clit, and his swelling knot pressed out against her walls while the both of them threw their heads back with a satisfied sigh of delight and pleasure, maws agape and breaths ragged.

That was, until Ceylon hopped up onto the rubble next to them and started preening at Ezio's hair, distracting the both of them in that brief but crucial moment as the first eruptions of Ezio's seed started to fill Ithilwen to the womb. The gryphon seemed to sense this - be it through smell or the visual of the neck of his knot throbbing and pulsing to pump into her - and immediately hopped up onto his belly and started to lick at her lips, eager to catch any errant, dribbling mess, tail up and rump end facing towards Ezio's snout.

"I think she wants to play." Ithilwen said with a gentle shudder of delight as Ceylon's tongue lapped at her swollen, sensitive clit. The clenching pushed some of his seed out between her flesh and his still growing knot lobes, all of which the cat sized gryphon lapped up with aplomb. Before he could say anything, she pushed off Ezio to tug at his still ejaculating knot to have it burst from her depths with a glorious, gushing pop, soaking Ceylon in the process!

All at once, Ceylon leapt forth to bury her beak in Ithilwen's pussy while also using Ezio's throbbing knot for leverage, claws lightly poking at the bulging and firm flesh, Ezio himself reaching out instinctively to protect himself amidst a light whimper. "W-why would you...how could..."

"It's alright, hun." She cooed at him, lightly patting his cummy, gooey belly fur as she stepped off the pile of rubble to watch. "Ceylon here deserves some love, too. If she wants a piece of the pie, she gets it. Trust me, you'll want to fill her with that seed, too." She winked and leaned against a nearby pillar, rubbing herself and reveling in the slimy mess his seed had left in her tender folds.

He froze in place with his hands up, cock still throbbing on his belly as Ceylon eagerly licked at him and cleaned what she could. Her plump pussy lips were glistening and exposed to him, but he still wasn't sure what to say or do at this point, as his member was still shooting one thin strand of canine cum after another into the gryphon's open beak, the faint tingle of orgasmic bliss scrambling his mind. "B-but how would I? She's so small? I mean, I don't want to hurt her."

Ithilwen licked her cummy fingers and used her spit to keep pleasuring herself, smiling all the while as she watched. "Oh trust me, you can't hurt her. I've tested her limits, and she doesn't seem to have any." She then formed a fist and wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the wrist. "I've gotten my entire hand in her, your knot will be fine. Go wild. And trust me, you don't want to disappoint her."

Ezio could do nothing but blink and stare up at the underside of the gryphon's tail, his cock still throbbing as he glanced back and forth between the two females. He didn't know what to do, and now felt like he had somehow lost control of the situation. He didn't appreciate losing that agency, but the ride he was on was proving itself to be quite pleasant either way. After glancing over at Ithilwen one last time while Ceylon lightly licked and sucked at his throbbing cock tip, he shrugged his shoulders and placed both his palms on the tiny gryphon's hips, using his thumbs to part her lips to show the juicy red flesh inside. He was curious, and found the smell to be quite sweetly enticing, so he offered a lick.

Ceylon paused from her licking to glance back over her shoulder at him, tail still up and legs parted for him. She chirped happily followed by a trill and purr as she pressed her chest down to his belly, gape grinning with a needy look on her face. She loved his attention, that was for sure.

"Don't make her wait." Ithilwen urged from off to the side, still idly rubbing herself. Sure, she wanted him in her again, but the more she sacrificed for Ceylon, the better her luck. Perhaps letting her take the majority of the seed would help her find this quill quicker. "Seriously, go ahead and mount."

"Are you absolutely sure?" Ezio asked in between licks. "She's so small, and I'm...well, I'm not huge, but compared to her I am!" He paused every few words to offer the gryphon lips another kiss.

She nodded, then stepped forward to hover over the two of them. "Fist. I managed to fist her. And you know that egg you saw in my bag? Yeah, she laid that, sort of. You can't hurt her. Have fun."

There was a moment of hesitation between them as Ezio considered the options. He still felt uncomfortable with the idea of forcefully penetrating a gryphon the size of a cat - he was definitely not into harming others unless he had to, as was his pacifist nature - but the assurance by Ithilwen and desire shown by Ceylon made him reconsider. Though cautious and still feeling the lingering effects of his climax soaking into his belly fur, he gently picked Ceylon up around the torso and rolled to his feet, finding a nearby pile of rubble to place her down upon.

To his surprise, she immediately rolled over onto her back with all four feet up and her hind legs spread, exposing that plump slit of hers. He glanced over to Ithilwen to double check, then back down to Ceylon to see the gryph's eager and needy visage. Her pussy clenched and winked the clit, dribbling a tiny spurt of viscous fluid onto his thighs and the underside of her tail, which was as clear cut a show of desire as any could offer. Ezio shrugged, ready to see where things went.

He grabbed himself by the knot with one hand and gently held Ceylon in place as he aimed his shaft at her tiny little opening, the tapered tip resting comfortably between her thick equine lips as another burst of his own ejaculate pumped into her. She squirmed, which made him let her go as he thought he might have been too much for her, but then she purred and trilled at him while shimmering up closer, eager to feel his girth. This encouraged him to tentatively push into her, face in a twisted wince as he anticipated that she might cry out in pain or resistance.

But to his pleasant surprise, her taut flesh stretched with ease to not only accommodate him, but practically suck his entire length into her once her vulva passed the thickest part! The knot didn't slip into her - because of course it didn't, it was fully formed, hard as a rock, and as wide as her hips - but he did feel the warmth of her lips gulping at his length and pulsating at the top end of his bulge. He was shocked, frozen solid in place as he glanced down to see that, yes, his length had entirely disappeared into this tiny gryphon's body. She was snug and tight, but hot and had the most impressive muscle control he had ever felt in a partner; her depths constricted in waves, practically sucking him in!

"Told you." Ithilwen said as she sidled up next to him, her hand reaching up under his tail to lightly prod at his rump, teasing him while also pushing him into Ceylon. "Go on, you can be rough with her. She can handle as much as you can offer, and probably more."

Once again, Ezio gulped heavily. He was unsure of what he could do to Ceylon, even if Ithilwen was guiding him and urging him forward. He wasn't fully convinced he could just mount the little pet like he could other partners, but the snug nature of her constricting walls certainly made him feel like he could probably enjoy himself quite thoroughly, even though he was already pumping her full of his seed. As he watched and kept his hand pinned to her belly to hold her in place, she lightly prodded at his fingers with her beak, preening and chirping and purring all the while, her tiny little spine moving in waves in much the same way Ithilwen's had. With that in mind, he leaned forward and bucked forth.

His member plunged deep into the gryphon's body, his shaft nearly half the length of her torso even without the knot. His throbbing lobes pressed against her lips, spreading them a bit even though there was no chance he'd have the gusto to force that into her. Then, as he was on the verge of getting comfortable with the idea of penetrating this tiny gryphon, she winked her clit and clenched her passage around him with the sort of intensity he'd expect of a mare, and that was enough to break down his barriers and convince him to not be so worried.

With another deep breath and a wag of his tail, he pinned her to the ground while watching for expressions of discomfort, then slammed his hips into her, knot slapping against her lips to splash their combined lubricant and seed all over the moss of the ruins. She gape grinned and continued to purr against the pressure of his palm, so he bucked again, this time pulling almost nearly out before burying himself once again to the knot. He felt like a stallion, and compared to her tiny body his seed was practically bloating her and escaping between her lips and his shaft to soak his knot!

He picked up his pace, barely paying attention to the prodding digits playing under his tail as he gradually grew to the frenetic frequency of a feral dog still looking for the hole. His flesh battered her and tenderized her depths, knot slapping against her lips with the sort of vigor that made her swell, but he couldn't reach that second orgasmic climax despite still being spurting his seed into her every few bucks, for they were taken out of the moment by the sound of rustling and the snapping of twigs.

Ezio stopped his motion to glance back at the source of the sound, his cock still fully inside the gryphon's depths. Ithilwen did the same, and Ceylon scrambled out from under Ezio's grasp to clean herself off and hop up onto her master's shoulder, also glaring at the source of the noises.

Before they could formulate a plan or theorize who or what it was that was coming, a rather large beast of a creature stepped forth between two trees and densely packed ferns to stand tall over them in the ruins. It was a black and yellow avian, standing a full head and shoulders above both Ezio and Ithilwen; they walked on all fours, but it was clear they were better equipped for biped movement.

"Is this one of your soarians? He looks like a gryphon raptor; a gryphraptor." Ithilwen asked, deliberately shifting her weight to get closer to her satchel and her weapons without alerting the beast. "Do you think he disapproves of our actions? Did we disrespect the ruins enough to incite his ire?"

"Yeah, it's a soarian for sure. A smaller one, though, not as big as some of the others I've seen. Just move very carefully and you should be fine. If you move too quickly, he'll pounce you and I can't guarantee he won't tear you apart. And yeah, of course we disrespected the ruins, that's sort of what treasure hunters do whether it be purposeful or not." Ezio's member was already deflated and retreating to his sheath, since he was no longer in the mood for passion, and Ceylon had already hopped away.

As Ithilwen watched the gryph, she noticed a few things that were peculiar about the beast's behaviour. He stood tall and looked dominant, but also looked curious. The way his eyes flicked about and alternated between constriction and dilation told her that the gryph was investigating and taking in every bit of the environment. He clearly saw the two of them yet wasn't making a move to apprehend them, and his footwork was brisk and jerky, saying that he was ready to run as well. In addition to the beast's behaviour, Ceylon wasn't acting up and seemed almost complacent about the whole situation.

This all added up to make Ithilwen feel that she wasn't in any form of danger. She got to her feet and stepped forward, standing tall between Ezio and the gryph raptor, slowly putting her hand out toward the beast. "I really don't think that this guy is as much of a danger as you think."

"You just wait, if you get too close, he'll bite your arm off." Ezio cautioned, still shifting over towards his blade. He wanted to be ready, just in case the soarian decided to do something nasty.

Ithilwen saw this and snapped her fingers at him, telling him to stay put. "Relax, he's not going to hurt us. If he were a danger, Ceylon would be able to tell and she'd be making noises or attacking. If you look, you'll see she's too busy licking herself to care, which means she senses purity or good will in this here gryph raptor." She leaned forward with her hand outstretched nearly touching the beast's neck while stopping just short to gauge his reaction. A moment later, the gryph leaned back into her and nuzzled at her palm before stepping by and brushing his entire flank across her fingers.

The gryph raptor was on two legs now, balancing nicely while his tail swept out behind him, brushing at the dirt and dust of the ruins. His expression went from intense and threatening to calm and playful within seconds, his whole demeanor changing from aggressive to cute. He even leaned into her scritch and flexed his muscles to stand his feathers on end, enjoying what must have felt like a preen.

"See? Completely harmless. You must be immensely dedicated to the idea of pure pacifism if you ran away from a cuddle bird like this." She brought her other arm up to give the gryph a hug, her fingers running through the feathers and fur from shoulder to wing base. The beast was little more than a puppy, no more aggressive or dangerous than her own pet Ceylon. Maybe she just had a way with avians, or maybe this particular specimen was just not interested in chasing or hunting, but he wasn't a threat in the least. Of course, he possessed massive talons with sharp looking claws that could potentially do some damage, but he seemed more interested in getting hugs and scritches than fighting.

Ezio was somewhat ashamed that he was wrong, or that he was ever afraid of what would happen to him, but he still had to keep up an image of bravado and pride. "I told you, I do my best to avoid any conflict. When I see a big, angry looking creature coming at me, I can either stay and fight or I run. I will always take the path of least bloodshed, because I know if I got into a fight I'd win and, well, look at this guy; he's one majestic beast, and I'd hate myself if I ended his life." Still cautious, he stepped up next to Ithilwen to press his hand against the soarian's flank, feeling the warmth.

The beast was still glancing around, with eyes darting between all three of the adventurers that had come to visit the ruins. He was taking in as much as he could of the situation, while also enjoying the attention that both the canines were giving him. Then, as the two were taking turns hugging and rubbing at his flank, he curled his neck around Ithilwen's shoulder to prod the tip of his beak under her tail, tongue slipping out to lightly prod at her hole.

This made her lower her tail and clench her rump in surprise. "Whoo, seems he's also a little frisky." She declared, giggling a bit as she felt a wave of pleasure travel up her spine.

Curious, Ezio leaned back to glance at the underside of the beast, where he was given the sight of a massive, ridged cock dangling between the hind legs with a milky fluid trickling out the end. "Yep, he is definitely frisky." He said. Then, as he was about to make a quip about how the gryph raptor must have smelled Ceylon, he himself got a whisk of the powerful, musky aroma coming from underneath the beast that seemed to trigger his own arousal again, coaxing his knot to swell in his sheath.

The scent also hit Ithilwen at the same time, which made her feel weak in the knees and moist between the legs. She knew what she wanted to do, and after a few casual glances over to Ezio she knew that he was feeling the same way. Both were still horny, and while they'd each enjoyed a messy climax already they had enjoyed just enough time in between bouts to be prepared for another.

Ithilwen gave the gryph a nice pat on the shoulder before slipping out from under his grasp between chest and neck, only to have him lightly clamp his beak down on her tail base and tug at it, keeping her from going too far. Still, she stepped away and made the gryph raptor follow her until she was able to crawl up on a nearby pile of rubble, tail up and pussy exposed to the beast behind her. She felt no need to speak or make any further motions to invite the gryph raptor to pounce, she could tell that he was already very interested as he barreled Ezio over to get to her.

The beast buried his beak under her tail and started excitedly lapping at her folds, the crest of his snout rubbing at the underside of her tail as she wagged it over him. He seemed quite energetic, and didn't seem to mind at all that Ezio was behind him, lifting his tail and rubbing the gryph between his hind legs. In fact, he lifted his tail, eager to have some attention there as well as mount Ithilwen!

However, what Ezio found wasn't what he expected. His intention was to maybe fool around with the beast's tail hole while he was focusing on Ithilwen, but instead he was greeted with soft pink folds of flesh protruding from the yellow belly scales of the gryph raptor. The beast wasn't a he, but hermaphroditic! He even had a nice little nub of clitoral flesh jutting out from the anterior end of it! He considered telling Ithilwen, but figured it didn't matter. As he leaned back to glance between the back legs of the soarian, he could clearly see that there was a thick cock dangling below, so not female. Still, he shrugged and leaned in, burying his snout under the tail end of the gryph raptor, using his thumbs to part the pussy flesh while his tongue lapped happily at the folds, member growing in his sheath.

Meanwhile, Ithilwen was still on her knees, with her chest on the ground and tail high in the air as she waited for the gryph raptor to mount her. The cool sensation of the moss beneath her made her smile, as it reminded her of her geomancy roots and the skills she possessed; it also reminded her that she could use those powers on the gryph raptor if she needed to. However, mostly she just loved the sensation of that silken gryphon tongue slapping at her pussy time and time again, its tapered tip slipping into her while the crest of the beast's beak rubbed at her tail hole. She couldn't help but reach back between her legs to rub herself, the extra sensation making her pussy clench down hard!

At the same time, Ezio found his hands wandering around the haunches of the gryph raptor, massaging the hips and caressing the fur on the thighs before eventually slipping between the legs and down past the belly scales separating the cock slit and the pussy folds. There, he gave the shaft a bit of a squeeze and a stroke, using the natural lubricant to slip his paw pads up and down its length.

The attention that was given to the gryph raptor made him buck forth, ridges and knot swelling in Ezio's hand while also spurting a glorious mess across the ruins to splash at Ithilwen's rump end. The fluids soaked into her fur and made her lips tingle a bit, but she didn't have much time to react before the beast bucked forward and stepped into her, the tip of his cock prodding at her inner thighs and shooting strands of thin yet aromatically musky precum all over her.

Ezio got down to his knees behind the two of his companions, keeping his one hand wrapped around the base of the gryph raptor's shaft to help guide him into Ithilwen. All the while, he also kept his neck craned up so that his snout was buried between the beast's pussy lips, tongue lapping and prodding at his depths repeatedly.

There was a brisk moment where very little happened between them. Sure, Ezio was licking like his life depended on it and Ithilwen was wagging her tail while eagerly awaiting that magical moment that came upon the feral beast plunging into her, but the gryph raptor was mostly still as he glanced around. It was then that he and Ceylon locked eyes, then began to chirp and trill at each other. This lasted for about a minute before the gryph raptor seemed satisfied and bucked once again into Ithilwen.

She gasped as she threw her head back, toes curling and tail folded up over her lower back. The girth of it and the firmness of the ridges felt so filling and cumbersome as the entire length slipped between her lips with a glorious squelch. The pleasure from it was so wonderful that she found quickly that she had forgotten to breath, so she started panting heavily while looking back to see what Ezio was doing. He had gotten to his feet, and was tentatively stepping on various bricks and rubble for stability.

In the time that Ceylon and the gryph raptor were chirping, Ezio hadn't stopped licking or lapping at the beast's stunningly anthro looking folds, he even went so far as to insert his snout into him before the gryph raptor bucked and pulled away from him. He was nearly knocked over, but got his balance by grabbing onto the beast's tail, pulling himself back up to his feet, and stepping up behind him. There, he pulled his sheath back to expose his glistening, fully engorged member and the semi-swollen knot at its base. There were little pools of creamy seed in the dimples around it, as he hadn't fully cleaned up after mounting Ceylon.

From there, he guided himself and eased his length into the far larger bird, this time fully sure of himself in knowing that he would not, and could not hurt his partner. He was shocked at how wet the gryph raptor felt, and was in fact pleased to see that, as he pulled out, he was liberally soaked from the sheath to the thighs. The slick nature of the tender folds urged him forward, as he balanced precariously on a brick while wrapping his arms around the beast's hips, pulling himself into the feral bird while also grinding his hips gently.

He could see both Ithilwen and the beast glancing back to him as his cock pumped into the gryph raptor from behind. His motions forced the feral's motions to buck as well, which made a glorious symphony of squishes and slaps to match with the whimpers that came from both the bird and Ithilwen. This made Ezio even harder, to the point where he couldn't help but slam his hips forth and force his knot into the soarian's folds, still confident that he wouldn't hurt them.

Ithilwen, on the other paw, had a wholly different experience. She found herself pushing back as hard as she could, eager to feel the bestial consummation within, only to have the gryph raptor pull back before she managed to get the knot inside herself. She reached and grabbed, trying her best to clutch the knot and hold the shaft inside her, but the beast kept pulling back! He would buck and slap against her, testing her limits in the process, but would then immediately pull back before she got a chance to keep him there!

All at once, the soarian gryph raptor was grinding back against Ezio to ride his knot while also thrusting into Ithilwen like a stallion, pausing just short of popping his own knot into her repeatedly. This clearly was meant as a tease, but also proved to be enough to pleasure all three of them because the more they churned the more messy they all became, with cocks pumping into pussies with the sort of vigor required to turn the fluids into foam! They picked up the pace, quickly grinding and pulling out of each other with Ezio's knot popping in and out of the large avian's rump with ease.

Still, Ithilwen wanted more. She had felt that bulging knot testing her limits and gradually loosening her lips, the pummeling of her flesh tenderizing her to the point where she lacked the ability to clench down, yet she still wanted more. Eager to trick and tease the gryph raptor, she started slamming herself back as hard as she could, maximizing the depth of every thrust while also altering her pattern to best capture the gryph raptor at every chance. When the beast slowed, she slowed to match him. When he sped up, she sped up to match him.

This may have been a mistake on her part.

Her desire to feel a knot swell inside her that was even bigger than Ezio's blinded her to the fact that the gryph raptor was clearly trying his best to not hurt her. All she cared about was that fulfilling sensation, and she didn't care about any consequences beyond that. She got her wish, of course; after a series of intense bucks by the beast matched by her pushes back, she felt every ridge, bump, and lobe of his member pop and lurch into her, the girth of it quickly expanding to thrice its original size to lock them together, the overall mass growing to be so big that even Ithilwen was finding it cumbersome.

She whimpered and grunted as she grasped at the nearest vine she could grab, her face twisting and contorting as her toes curled and her tail halted all movement. This may have been too much, but she didn't want to show it in case it made the shockingly compassionate avian want to pull away to stop himself from hurting her. As such, she had to bury her face in her folded up arms while struggling to keep her rump up and legs spread.

The gryph raptor halted his wild, stallion-like bucks to instead idly grind at her as the knot held his member at a suspended depth, the bulge of the lobes rolling around just inside and tugging lightly on her hip bones from inside. At the same time, he clenched up his loins to clamp his pussy tight to trap Ezio in place, thus tying all three of them in a row.

Ezio had been steadily but vigorously thrusting himself in and out of the gryph raptor in the same manner in which Ithilwen had been eagerly vying for the bulge of that knot inside her. As the avian pulled back in his reverse thrust, Ezio was slamming his hips into the underside of the upturned gryph raptor's exposed tail hole and plump pussy, his own balls slapping against the twin bulges below. His knot was popping in and out with ease for much of the duration of the encounter, at least until the avian knotted with Ithilwen, and his pussy clenched so tight that even Ezio couldn't pull out.

The beast was the first to cum, initially twitching as his member throbbed and pumped his seed deep into Ithilwen, the hotness of his essence giving her a palpable tingle of warmth spreading throughout her torso. Next came Ezio, as the immense pressure and temperature of the feral avian's depths coaxing the cum from his balls in a series of slick, pleasant jets. The gryph raptor's other end was next, vaginal walls twitching and constricting in waves as a gush of fluids pushed out with the flood of seed that was inside.

Finally came Ithilwen, who had been struggling in the minutes between the tying of the knot and the point she was relaxed enough to enjoy it. By the time she had loosened up, her flesh and muscles adjusting enough to accommodate the huge knot, she was already shaking in orgasmic bliss.

Then, after she started to feel the torrents of avian seed filling her, another powerful thrust knocked her off her knees and onto her belly as the gryph raptor flopped on top of her, tugging Ezio down with him. At first she thought that this was all for a cuddle, but once the whimpering and whining of delight died down from the three of them all basking in their afterglow, a sound could be heard off in the distance, like a dragon's roar mixed with the screech of a gryphon.

The gryph raptor used his chin to force Ithilwen down, as if to hide her. Something was coming, and the rustling in the trees said that it was actively moving towards their location of the ruins, and whatever it was had the gryph raptor agitated and scared. Even Ceylon seemed more than a little upset.

Both Ezio and Ithilwen felt the need to grab their blades, but were both respectively tied by and to the feral avian, putting them in the most vulnerable of positions. Their hearts races and adrenaline flowed through them, and they couldn't help but panic a bit, at least until the gryph raptor stood up and dashed off, tugging knots and pussy lips with enough force to yank both Ithilwen and Ezio off their feet and knees, sending them tumbling over the rubble before bursting out of each respective pussy, leaving Ithilwen gaped and Ezio's member feeling strained.

Just like that, the gryph raptor was gone into the bushes, where both of the treasure hunters were left with their minds boggled and loins various levels of sore as they crawled over to their clothes and weapons. Neither were bleeding - though Ithilwen felt torn as though a rock had been forced into her and back out again - but both were weak in the legs and the wrong kind of exhausted to fight.

Ezio slowly shook his head, accepting defeat before doom had beset upon him, panicking as he tried to put his pants back on properly. He tried to brandish his blade towards the source of the commotion, but Ithilwen calmed him by placing her hand on his wrist, telling him to relax.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." She said as she struggled to her feet, still nude. She gingerly bent over and stepped into her leggings, pulling them up one leg at a time while taking her sweet time, then began to slip into her tunic. All the while, the unknown beast was rampaging forward, getting closer with every second, yet she didn't seem the least bit concerned. "Ceylon's got this." She then offered a wink to Ezio before turning away.

At that very moment, the source of the anger and malice that was rampaging through the jungle burst into the clearing with the ruins, breaking the final trees in half as it barreled over them. As the leaves and ferns and vines pushed to the side, they were about to get their first glimpse of their doom when Ceylon - the tiny cat-like gryphon that had mostly been idle this whole time - leapt into the air with her wings spread to meet it as a blinding white light erupted from between them. The sheer power of the energy made both Ithilwen and Ezio pass out from its brilliance before ever seeing the beast.

It was in that split second, that moment of brilliance, that Ezio realized that the gryph raptors weren't chasing him away from the ruins, but from the monster that resided there.

Ithilwen, on the other paw, was far too calm to have any revelations. She knew Ceylon would take care of her. That was her last comforting thought before passing out in the ruins atop Ezio, never to see the face of the beast that was surely slain by her tiny, kitty-sized pet gryphon.