Quite by Suprise
Quite by Surprise
Story and Characters © Lou de Valentino
Disclaimer: This story is adult in nature and should ONLY be read by adults!
I found him one day while wandering off the trail I had used since I was a boy. This trail went through a dense forest, and off the main trail were many game trails that deer and the like trod into the flora of the forest floor. Hunters used these trails often to stage ambushes for likely prey, and I had only recently started exploring them while looking for ways to entertain myself during the long, boring summer months out here in the middle of nowhere.
He must have been thoroughly distracted with his meal, for I had completely caught this half-grown gryphon by surprise.
I stood, half hidden by a tree, watching this lithe animal work through his meal for about five minutes. He was gray, with darker spots along his tail and legs. His wings were almost white, with bars of tan and a darker gray, a beautiful specimen of the species. Since he was facing away from me, and somewhat bent down, I could clearly see he was a male.
I thought about edging closer, perhaps to touch him, when the little used self-preservation part of my brain kicked in. Stupid, it said to myself, you really don't want to mess with a feral gryphon; they tend to bite first and ask questions later.
I decided to back off instead and just cherish the memory of running into a gryphon in the wild, rather than seeing the plow gryphons that were used so commonly in the place of horses and cattle for farm use. Their wings were rendered useless at birth and they were gelded if male, making them docile, and rather boring.
I must have stepped on a fallen branch, or breathed too deeply, for I saw the gryphons ear tufts perk up and swivel backwards. I froze as he leapt around with a snarl and faced me. He pulled back for a moment in surprise, probably just as surprised as I was to see him.
"Hold!" I cried out in alarm and fear. "I'm not a hunter, nor do I wish to hurt you, gryphon. I came upon you quite by mistake, and if you'll wish, I'll leave just as quickly as I happened upon you. I wish not to become your next meal!"
As if he could actually understand English.
The gryphon paused, as if to consider this. I could hear his breath whistling across his beak, and his feathers bristled up around his neck and head. He crouched down for a moment, and I could see the tightly knotted muscles along his hind legs bunch up. He was going to pounce on me, and from less than ten meters away, he could easily crush me under his foreclaws before I could turn halfway around to run.
In the little time I had left before I became a moist bite of meat in the crop of an overgrown chicken, I sifted through my options of action. I could try and run, which would only end in his claws slicing through my back, or I could stand here and looks stupid, and give him an easier target. Or I could try something else.
I had only recently become interested in magery, and while I was no Adept, I could control a few small, useful spells. One of them I had just learned to use made my hunting trips more successful, a stun spell that would knock out smaller animals. What it would do to a gryphon, roughly twice my weight, I would soon find out.
I cast it as quickly as I could, flinging it with my mind towards his lithe body. Some of it must have caught him, for he paused mid-leap to shake his head and stare at me in astonishment and, perhaps a bit of fear himself.
Using that pause, I was able to put a bit more into the next stun, and aimed it with more care. I saw it hit him, but for a moment it seemed to have been shrugged off. Then, he made a quiet moaning sound and fell over, his eyes rolling up towards the sky as he toppled.
I shook all over as I realized I had just saved my life. I shakily walked towards the fallen gryphon as I thought of what I should do. I could run now, and escape, which is what I wanted to do very much. I could use my small dagger to slice his throat and kill him, which is what I probably should do as well since gryphons really shouldn't be this close to our little settlement. I decided I should run, but not without first checking to see if he would be okay. It seemed to be the decent thing to do, since I really did not want to kill this beautiful creature.
He was knocked out completely, which was yet another surprise to myself. He was breathing still, slowly as if asleep. His eyes had closed and he looked quite peaceful laying on his side now, half way on the trail and half in a thicket of ivy.
The urge to touch him grew too strong to ignore, and I wondered where the desire had come from as my hand fell upon the gryphon's cheek. It was very warm and soft. I felt the gryphon shift a bit and murmur to itself in some unconscious dream. Fearing waking it, I decided not to touch it again, and stood instead to examine it. He was smaller than I first thought, perhaps fifteen to eighteen years old. He probably weighed a little over twice my weight, and his wings were very broad for a gryphon. Looking over his lithe frame, and the sight of his manhood, I discovered he was rather sexy looking, actually.
I had had a few partners before, though I was only now beginning to come to grips with the fact that I was indeed gay. I realized that I wanted this gryphon. While he was a quadruped, and I was a bipedal, I didn't think it would be too hard for me to mate with him, should I convince him of doing so. Though, how I would do that was beyond me at the time.
I wore only breeches and a light tunic this day, my furred paws didn't need boots as the humans of our settlement needed, so I had forgone even sandals as I decided to tramp through the trails this morning. I removed my tunic quickly, and my breeches soon followed. I purred at the feeling of being exposed to the midmorning air, as it always felt better, natural, to be naked rather than clothed as society required for decency.
My family was descendants of foxes, way back probably tens of thousands of years ago when our ancestors decided to walk on two legs and develop opposable thumbs instead of paws. My tail wasn't proportionately as large as a quadruped fox, which is good otherwise it would weigh about 200 lbs alone with just the fur covering it. It was a nice size though, and felt good wrapped around my legs at night to keep me warm. It, like the rest of me, was reddish brown, with white along my chest and thighs.
I put my clothing off to the side of the trail and crouched down next to the gryphon. His hind legs were parted just enough to see his sheath protruding from between them, and I leaned in close to smell his scent. It was heavenly, clean and fresh smelling, as if he had bathed just before taking the deer down for his breakfast. I wanted so much to touch him, coax his member from his sheath and lick it. But I didn't want him asleep, I wanted to hear what noises he made when pleasured, so I decided to risk waking him up, my thoughts of running obviously thrown to the breeze.
I laid myself next to him, bringing my head up parallel to his own. My muzzle was blunter than a quadruped fox, but it was enough to nuzzle with, and short enough to kiss with. I nuzzled his beak briefly, and kissed it as well, which was enough stimuli to half rouse him from his slumber. He mumbled a bit more drowsily and opened his eyes halfway.
This was my only chance to get him before he realized what was happening. Seizing the chance, I moved back down towards his belly and swiftly licked along the length of sheath that my tongue could reach. The short fur covering his sheath tasted about as fresh as he smelled, and tickled my tongue. I heard from beyond my vision a swift, surprised squawk, and then a deep purr, his body tensed up for a moment, and I looked up from his crotch to his face to see what his reaction looked like.
His head was tilted sideways as he regarded me. He seemed rather confused and a bit scared about what was happening, but his pleasure wasn't in any doubt, his feathers were fluffed out slightly, and I could see from the corner of my eye the dark tip of his sex emerging from its sheath.
I wondered if I should say anything, but decided against it seeing how the last attempt at conversation went. Instead I looked back down at his crotch and then back up to his face, trying to frame the question as well as I could on my face: Do you wish me to continue?
He didn't try to move, or attack me, so I figured that was good enough for me. I leaned my head back down to his crotch, and tenderly stroked my tongue along the exposed part of his member. He purred deeper this time, and I could see his cock swell a bit more, and slip fully from his sheath a few seconds later. It was a beautiful cock, larger than mine, but without the knot my penis shared with my ancestors. It had a slight curve to it, and I wondered how it would feel inside of my body as I kept licking at it. The gryphon kept purring, the vibrations emanating from his chest reached my body and caused slight stirrings of pleasure between my thighs.
I wanted to take this gryphon into my mouth, so I shifted myself around to a sixty-nine position, with my crotch close to his own beaked face. The angle let me take his entire length into my muzzle, making him gasp and purr even louder. His breath whistled past his beak and along my crotch, a warm, damp breeze that shifted my fur and tickled my sheath and balls. I felt my own cock begin to push from its fleshy home as I worked my lips and tongue along the wonderful tasting penis that was residing within it.
Now, putting your crotch in front of a beak that could swallow an entire hip whole, while attached to a strange gryphon, a feral one at that, is NOT a good idea. My brain nagged at me through this experience that he could decide to emasculate you, and probably kill you, at any time. I didn't have time for that however. I was too damn horny to care, and my cock became quite hard from just sucking on the gryphon's own cock. I almost wanted to stop, and ask him to do unto me, though how he would take to licking on another male's sex was an unknown I'd rather not try to figure out lest it make him unhappy, and besides, he didn't know English.
But the language of the body was perhaps a universal one for any species, for he had to notice the vulpine-ish penis hanging there just in front of his beak. I felt his hot breath along my member as he gasped and purred at the things I was doing to him with my muzzle, and then suddenly felt a raspy, long tongue touch my swelling penis. With a gasp to match his, I suddenly felt his beak engorge my entire length in its hot depths. I moaned around the mouthful of gryphon cock, and felt a large amount of pre ejaculate seep into my mouth. I swallowed it quickly, murring at it's taste as I licked at the tip of his cock to get any last bit of the fluid.
His beak was tight around my cock, almost painfully tight, and I had a moments' realization that he might be indeed about to bite it off. I almost pulled away from him before he swallowed around it, and the rippling of his throat and beak muscles almost made me cum right then and there. I felt him purr, as my own cock jetted a bit of precum into his beak, and he slowly pulled off my cock before burying his beak into my belly fur again.
I could barely concentrate on his own penis as he worked my cock in his warm beak. He sucked a bit, which hurt as his beak closed down on my penis when he did so, but the pain seemed to just make me more aroused. He licked, and flexed his throat muscles around the head of my cock, and swallowed every drop of juice I happened to dribble from it.
My knot was swelling; blood forcing its way into the small passages made my cock turn almost black it was so red. I didn't know how to tell him that I would never cum if he didn't put pressure on my knot, I would only be tortured to death by pleasure. But I wanted release, so I sucked harder on his cock, and slipped my paw between his legs, squeezing at the base of his sheath, hoping he would get the message.
He seemed to, I felt his beak slip up further on my member, taking the knot into his beak. The mandibles of his beak closed on my knot, squeezing it almost painfully tightly as his throat massaged the head of my cock. I convulsed, murred, yipped and otherwise choked on his own penis as my orgasm took hold of my system. I couldn't stop myself from bucking forward, driving my cock fully into his beak as I blew my load down his throat. I felt more than heard his squawk of surprise as my cum splashed into his beak, but after a second he was swallowing and purring loudly at the taste of my milk.
My orgasm died as quickly as it came, and he was still sucking at my cock and licking the tip, getting every last drop of my cum, and driving me wild as the sensations were almost too much for my sensitive parts. I pulled my cock from his mouth and he looked back down at me almost disappointed that I had made him stop. He nuzzled at my softening cock and mewed softly, and I almost chuckled as the scene was so cute. But suddenly I had a thought of my own, and wanted to make sure he had his release as well.
I gave his beautiful cock one more lick and then got up, and kneeled on all fours in front of him, looking over my shoulder at his curious look and smiling. I waved my butt up at him a bit and lifted my tail out of the way. He got up and took the step or so it took to get up close to my rear, and gave my tail a sniff. I wriggled my rump a bit more and murred to him, and finally he seemed to get the picture. He moved over me, as I was small enough to fit in under his legs, and I felt his hard cock poking along my tail and legs as he squirmed to line himself up with the first warm hole he could touch. I reached behind me with a paw and took hold of the base of his cock, and guided him until his head touched my hole, and then braced myself for his entry.
His hips bucked forward as I imagined he would, and his eager thrust threatened to rip my bowels apart as he stretched me too far too fast. I yelped and pulled forward a bit, keeping him from splitting me open. He stopped and mewed, before trying to push into me again. "Gently," I managed to grimace up to him. He seemed to understand 'gently' or at least the grimace and general discomfort, as he pushed a lot slower against my ass, and I was finally able to take a bit of his head into my warm depths. I found myself pushing back against his cock, trying to worm more of his thick cock inside of me, when he bucked again into me and slid himself almost entirely into my body. I gasped, and moaned as whatever pain I felt was overwhelmed from the feeling of that hot penis invading me. He shuddered above me and little moans whistled from his beak. I found myself smiling knowing I had found a way to tame a feral gryphon, and it only took doing what I had only recently discovered I loved to do!
He started to thrust his cock, pulling at my tight hole and pushing at it, the feeling drove me over the edge into a drunken stupor. I could almost feel my eyes glaze over and my tongue loll out of my muzzle as his hard sex did things to me that no other lover had been able to do. I was getting hard again, and my paw struck out to grasp my cock and franticly jerk at it while the gryphon began to get comfortable with his thrusting and kept up a decent pace. His cock rubbed against all the nice things that was close to my anal passage, and suddenly it was a race to see who would cum first.
Every time his head slid past a certain point inside of me, I could feel myself be pushed violently towards another orgasm. I could hear his breath become faster, and his thrusts began to get a bit frantic as my ass clenched around his cock. I could feel his precum fill my ass and he was able to thrust harder into me. I moaned, jerking myself off as hard as I could stand, feeling myself dance close to the edge of another orgasm.
He started thrusting deeper into my body, I felt his sheath buck up against my asshole as he was able to hilt his entire length into my body. His balls struck my own and even that felt good, and pushed me closer still. My vision began to blur, his breathing came in high-pitched whistles through his beak, and finally his cock rammed deep enough to touch something inside of me, which set me spiraling off into another orgasm.
I clenched hard around his cock as my seed spurted out onto the ground under me, and he squawked, tensing, and I could feel his cock swell out against my tightly clenched ass. He pushed harder into me, worming his length back entirely into my clenching ass before he finally let loose into me. His hot seed spurted against the walls of my ass and make me moan anew as he filled my internals with his warm fluid.
The combination of all those wonderful feelings made me pass out underneath him moments later. My last thoughts before submitting to the darkness embracing me were of whether I would wake up or be an after-sex snack for this wonderful beast.
At that time, I really didn't care.
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