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Moonlight Serenade

Saada rolled over in her bed with a smile on her face and a deep, pleasant purr rumbling in her chest. The spring season had begun mere days earlier, flowers were blooming, and love was in the air as the creatures of the forest began courting their prospective lovers. It was the best time of year, but also the busiest for her as a herbalist.

The feline lived beyond the edges of the nearest town, in a self built, unassuming single story ranch home on a plateau atop the cliffs that surrounded the nearby mountains. There, she was alone, which was exactly how she liked it. Saada was known to be reclusive, often avoiding groups of people at all cost and only rarely visiting town to barter and trade for new materials and coin.

Her skills as a herbalist had branched off into three distinct professions, each in high demand. First and foremost, she was a healer. The herbs she harvested and curated could be used to cure wounds or heal sickness as well as help with a person's mood or temperament. She sold incense, potpourri, and blends that were said to ward off bad dreams at night, all useful, and all profitable. Second of her professions was that as a simple potions maker. By treating herbs and making herbal remedies, she was also able to blend them with ademane to make potions that could keep longer and were often more potent than just the herbal remedies.

Last of her three professions borne of her expertise with herbs was that of a tea maker. Not only was she able to blend various remedies for healing or serenity, but she knew how to make an absolutely wonderful tea mixing dozens of flavors into one for a perfect blend. That was her favorite, but she did know and understand that the other two jobs were more important in the long run.

Her ranch home was one big open room with walls and shelves draped with hundreds of hanging herbs, each bundle representing a different blend, a different potion, or a different tea. What bits of her wall that weren't covered in herbs were adorned with shelves, all housing jars of pre-made herbal blends, stored potions, and raw ademane for potion enchanting. She was always ready to blend, always prepared to try new flavors and mixes.

Of course, with it being spring, she had just come off a few months of snowy winter wherein she had been slowly depleting her stocks and running low on supplies. The bundles were thin, comprised mostly of stalk and little in terms of leaves or flower petals whereas the jars were nearly empty. She had managed to draw out her supplies for a very long time, but it was definitely time to replenish her stocks and start selling again.

The most important of the herbs she collected in the region were called vendra petals. The name made them sound like they were a flower, and the shape of the herb certainly made it look like that, but they were no such thing. The petals were just leaves meant to mimic flower petals along a stiff central stock, and they had various effects depending how they were prepared. The petals themselves tasted wonderful in a tea, could amplify sexual prowess in a potion, or give additional vigor in everyday life when burned in incense or bathed in an oil rich potpourri. The herb was known to relieve joint pain in the elderly, enhance flexibility in youth, and - her favorite - loosen one up for larger partners.

Vendra petals were of course sought after by many and were incredibly valuable, but they were not easy to harvest. Gryphons love them, and meadows where they grow were almost always protected either by a single drake or a mated pair of the avian hybrids. Furthermore, the petals themselves needed to be harvested at night under moonlight because that was when they glowed, releasing the ademane within and triggering their many effects. If one harvested them during the day, they were little more than a tasty addition to a tea.

On this first viable day of harvest, Saada knew that she had to prepare for a midnight excursion to the meadow up the mountain beyond the pass, a meadow that was protected by an average sized black and white gryphon. There, she would collect as many samples as she could, harvesting at least one full bag of the activated vendra petals before coming home. She would not be able to return for at least a week or two, as that was when the stalks replenished and replaced the leaves.

Saada knew that heading into gryphon territory was always a bad idea, and always carried some danger, but the effects she could extract from the petals was worth it. Furthermore, she had suspicion that this gryphon - for all his posturing and territorial behaviour - wasn't actually dangerous. She had been visiting the meadow for years now, skillfully snatching and grabbing without having ever been caught or attacked. The gryphon - nicknamed Ceylon after the deity that he resembled - seemed more than capable of hunting and taking down prey, yet had never succeeded in attacking her in any of her raids. He had the opportunity, but seemed to deliberately miss each attempted strike.

She assumed for the longest time this was merely a scare tactic, one that worked for years, but over the course of winter she had done some research and found that gryphons aren't usually the type to simply scare away trespassers on their territory. They usually killed and ate anything unfortunate enough to wander into their land. Ceylon had done no such thing to Saada, and she had given him plenty of opportunities to do so.

Now, on this early spring day, she was prepared to test that theory. She had been preparing weapons, herbal remedies she could toss into the gryphon's eye, and even a spice rub for her arm that was meant to taste terrible if the gryph tried to bite her. She was prepared and ready.

With that thought in mind, she kicked her way out of her bed and gave a proper stretch, happily yawning and purring sweetness to herself while lining up her hair and raking her claws through her fur to better look presentable. The feline was not the most social type, so she wasn't grooming herself to impress anyone, but she did care about cleanliness and hated that grimy feel of tangled or matted fur, so she took some time each morning to brush it out as she made herself some hot tea.

"Alright, gonna try some fruity tea this morning. How does that sound?" She asked herself. This was her keeping social when she was so alone, as she found herself talking to herself much of the time when her woodland critters weren't around. "Seems fruit is really the only stuff I have spare right now." Her resources were certainly depleted, and the only tea blends she had included peach, apple, and pear. All good options, but she definitely preferred more herbal blends.

Either way, she was content to pour herself a nice hot tea as she slipped into her morning clothes and headed out to her gardens. The ranch home was surrounded on all sides by a series of fertile plots used to grow the hardier, easier to cultivate herbs that she needed. Across the pathway that cut through her land, a set of two farm pastures with all sorts of fruits, vegetables, and other foods to keep her well nourished. She couldn't rely on the goods she got from town or the herbs for tea, she needed to remain as self-sufficient as she reasonably could.

First thing in the morning, she had to collect some buckets of water to sprinkle on the gardens and the fields, which she had to collect either from the well or the creek that swept around the back of her hut between the building and the cliffs. Given the fact that the ice had finally melted, she couldn't imagine a much better place than to get nice, cold, fresh water from the mountains.

After collecting a series of a half dozen metal buckets, she heard a familiar howl echoing off the mountains to the east. Her ears were keen, and she was able to determine it was a familiar local pack, so she did her best to howl back, crying to the skies in a respectable imitation of a canine howl despite being feline. She waited, ears perked for a response.

A few seconds later, she heard another howl, this one a bit closer. Back and forth they howled, with the pack getting closer and closer until she saw the first green and blue eyes of the pack leaders poking their head through the darkened morning treeline. The male had a steely blue right eye and an emerald green left eye while the female had them flipped with blue on the left and green on the right. The other pack members came into view one at a time, each with eyes varying from the more traditional yellow to red.

Much like how Saada had nicknamed the gryphon Ceylon based on the pantheon atop the Cradle of Dalon, she saw this wolf pack as led by Yelena and Sanfrit, the Dalonian Gods of unity, a mated pair of canines with eyes opposite one another. She had brown, black, and white fur with a more earthy tone, while he was stark black and white. Saada wasn't sure if it was common in canines for their leaders to be colored the same as the gods, but the resemblance was uncanny so that's what she called them to differentiate them.

She put down the buckets and reached out to the female, smiling and purring as she rubbed finger and thumb together. "Well good morning you two! Are you enjoying spring?" She glanced back to her house, knowing there were at least two full loaves of bread that would go stale if she didn't eat it within a couple days, which she could rip up and give to the pack as a gift. She couldn't turn and walk away, though, as there were new pack members and she didn't know how they would respond.

Saada was very well in tune with the spirits of the woods and had fostered positive relationships with Yelena, Sanfrit, and about half of the pack, but instinct was not enough to guide them and tell the new pups that she was no threat. So far, all the pups knew was the harshness of winter and that any bigger than them were potentially prey or predators. That was why Saada couldn't turn and walk away.

Instead, she flopped down on the ground, cross legged while smiling at the leaders. "Well? Come on! Give me a kiss you two, I won't have you visit without giving me a tongue bath!"

The two leaders kept their head low and their tails wagging as they sauntered forward, eyes trained on her. They were like this every year, tentative for their first meeting after winter until they got a proper sniff to remind them who it was that was inviting them to her home. The two massive wolves, each standing taller than her sitting on her rump by a full head and shoulders, leaned into her with a low growl as they raised their lip, snarling gently as a threat.

"Oh cut it out, here." Saada insisted as she slowly raised one limp wristed hand - she needed to show she was not being threatening - for them to sample. Sanfrit gave a few sniffs and turned to look at Yelena, who did the same. Once they had both sampled her scent, they looked back to her with intense eyes, as if waiting for something to happen. Others from the pack stepped up behind them, and Saada was beginning to get worried.

At least until Yelena pounced her and pinned her on the ground, playfully yipping as she licked and nuzzled and nibbled at the feline's neck. Sanfrit joined in, pecking at her from the side while she struggled to act like she didn't like getting soaked by their soft tongues. Soon, the rest of the pack joined in, creating what looked like a feeding frenzy around her writhing, twisting body but was actually just each and every one of them playing as they would with other pups.

She was, of course, an honorary member of the pack. They just needed to be reminded of this.

"Stahp, stahp! Yelena! Sanfrit, you're getting me all wet! Your noses are so moist-BLAUGH!" She sputtered and spat as one of them licked right inside her mouth. She continued to playfully push at them, deflecting their licks and nuzzles before eventually getting up and siting on her ankles, knees down as she tried her best to calm each of them. Eventually, Yelena and Sanfrit both stepped back and sat on their haunches, tails wagging behind them to brush at the wet dirt and debris.

Finally free from their brutal lick attack, she leaned in and gave each Yelena and Sanfrit a kiss on their noses, pressing lips to snout as she gave them each a scritch between the ears. "Alright, you've been very good, so I'll share my last loaves of-" She paused before she said bread so that they would perk their ears in anticipation like well trained dogs. "loaves of...bread!" She purred at them, standing tall and giving them one last rub before returning to the house to retrieve them from her pantry.

Two loaves - one in each hand - she brought back out to share, struggling to keep the young pups from stealing bits out of her lap once she sat back down in the dirt. "Hey, you be nice. We share here." She hissed, receiving a growl in return from the young, a growl that was countered by Yelena barking to shut them up and keep the pups in line. Good mothering on her behalf. "There we go, good pups. Alright, who goes first?" She tore off a chunk and found the best behaved and smallest of the wolf pups, assuming it was the runt. It got food first.

Up the hierarchy she went, starting at the smallest and working her way up to the biggest, giving them each equal size pieces of bread that she tore from the full loaf. The largest were of course the leaders Yelena and Sanfrit, who patiently waited for their pack mates to be fed first before gorging themselves on the leftovers right out of Saada's paw.

In an effort to steal another kiss, she put some in her mouth between her lips and leaned forward, offering it to Sanfrit. He took it as gently as he could, lips and whiskers barely touching hers as he plucked it from her maw. She then did the same thing to Yelena, but the female leader gave her cheek a lick before taking it.

At the same time, Sanfrit buried his snout in her crotch, eager for more bread. He could smell that it was previously in her lap, so that's where he started to lick up the crumbs.

Saada should have pushed him away while lightly chastising him, but his flank was right next to her shoulder and she was certain that he hadn't gotten any love since autumn when he mated with Yelena to bolster the pack numbers. She glanced at Yelena with a smile and brought her hand up under Sanfrit's belly to lightly tickle at the moist fur of his sheath.

He tensed up for a brief moment, then leaned into her and started passionately licking her face as a form of encouragement. Unlike before, she didn't resist or push him way or tell him no; instead, she leaned into him and nuzzled back as she gave his sheath a gentle squeeze. A bulge could already be felt as his knot swelled inside, pressing out against her palm and fingers. This was a reminder that only canines, gryphons, and dragons possessed knots, the most satisfying of all the land's creations.

The firmness of his member still contained within made her feel weak and wet; she hadn't enjoyed the sort of pleasure that only a knot could provide all winter and had been eagerly waiting for the pack to return for this precise moment. She couldn't wait any longer and didn't bother to give oral like she normally would have, instead she flopped over onto all fours and lifted up her skirt to expose her loins to the horny male as well as the rest of the pack.

In her mind, this was precisely what was so good about living out in the middle of nowhere a dozen kilometers from the nearest settlement; she had no desire to be modest or hold back. She had no concerns for being caught, because the chances of someone coming by at this time of day, during this part of the season was minimal. She could be as lewd and let off as much steam as she wished.

Sanfrit buried his nose right under her tail, sniffing and licking her lips fervently as his hot breath tickled the fur of her inner thighs. The others all peeked around to see what was going on, and Yelena stepped up to wrap her chin and chest around Saada's neck in a show of dominance, which only turned Saada on even more.

In an instant, Sanfrit hopped up and mounted her with front paws wrapped around her hips and chin pressed down against the back of her neck. He huffed in her ear as he stabbed at her haunches with such vigor that his poking cock tip actually kinda hurt. But nothing was enough to dissuade her from feeling that massive, throbbing knot inside her, for she had waited too long for this. All winter, in fact.

She pushed back with all her might as she reached back between her thighs to part her lips, giving him a bigger target to hit. Before long, the tapered tip of his throbbing shaft plunged into her and he bucked as hard as he could, forcing the partially swelled knot into her with a single plunging thrust, only to be tugged out immediately and slammed back in a second time, now with the knot thicker.

Saada yelped gently and whimpered before forcing herself to purr amidst a series of subtle exhalations. She rubbed at her clit and squeezed to hold Sanfrit's cock inside her as she felt him inflate and swell to four times the girth it was when he penetrated her. At the same time, she couldn't help but reach out to rub at Yelena's belly and walk her fingertips to under the bitch's tail.

Yelena tensed up and lowered her tail for a brisk moment before softening and arching her back, curl up over her body and black fleshed vulva exposed. She twitched gently to tug her lips closer to her rump, and Saada twisted her flexible feline form around to slip two fingers into her, rubbing back and forth against the gummy, slimy lubricant that was inside the female leader of the pack.

"Good girl." She choked out between grunts as Sanfrit's knot tugged and shifted inside her, the twin lobes rocking back and forth while yanking on her sex from within. The pure, carnal lust she felt was amplified by the steady spurts of hot canine seed that got pumped into her every fey seconds. The pleasure she enjoyed was enough to make her mind shift and twist to a point where she felt she'd do just about anything. If any of the other pack members got near enough, she'd take one cock in each hand and another in her maw. Two if she could somehow make it work.

Unfortunately for her - or fortunately for her, depending on how adventurous she felt - the rest of the pack kept away as Sanfrit tried to hop off her back only to have his knot tie them together rump to rump, with his tail and hers interwoven over each others' back. The soreness and intense sensation of his knot throbbing and yanking on her loins made her want to howl in a mixture of pleasure and pain, but the kinky thoughts that ran through her kept her quiet. Didn't want to scare the others off.

As Sanfrit got comfortable with his thighs pressing to hers and his massive knot - which was the size of both her fists balled up wrist to wrist - Yelena rolled onto her back with her pussy right in front of Saada, its black lips glistening with her arousal and the leftover from when Saada had two fingers in her.

Females weren't really Saada's thing, but the combination of subtle guilt that came from 'taking' her mate's seed instead of giving it to her and the fact that her sexual desires were feeling malleable at the time, she lowered her lips to the bitch's and gave her a sensual kiss, all while purring.

Yelena writhed in place and whimpered, lightly humping at Saada's face as the rough feline tongue probed at her depths and teased her spear-headed clit inside. She didn't squirt, as canines didn't tend to make a mess as much as mares or dragons, but Saada could tell that she was definitely enjoying herself quite thoroughly, even if the barbed tongue may have been too much.

Still, the combined sensation of having that massive knot and long cock pumping silken canine cum into her mixed with the pleasure and flavor of bitch cookie in her face made her eyes roll back in her first and most intense of orgasms. A powerful wave of pleasure shot up her spine and down her tail before leaving a residual tingle in her loins that made her hypersensitive to his member. She could feel every throb of his cock with intensified sensations as he pumped more into her, but more importantly she could clearly identify the beat of his heart through her flesh against hers.

The revelation of that made her whimper again, with said whimper turning into a whole body purr that reverberated from Yelena's lips to Sanfrit's cock, connecting the two in a way. Before she could find her wits, one of the older males buried his snout between Saada and Sanfrit, licking her tender lips to bring her to her second orgasm.

Her resulting yelp of pure, unfiltered pleasure scared the younger pack members away, but they quickly came back to clean up the mess as her contracting pussy walls forced out a steady stream of wolf seed to trickle past her lips, over her clit, and down her inner thighs. All of this mess was dutifully cleaned by the younger and more submissive betas of the pack, all of which seemed eager to have a taste of Sanfrit's musky seed. The half dozen tongues all lapping at her and the muzzles all prodding at her while the bulging knot tugged at her depths brought her up to yet another intense orgasm.

This one, however, was so intense and she squeezed so hard that she bit down on Yelena's inner thigh while forcing the knot to burst from her lips, splashing all the other pack members at once. This created a feeding frenzy as they all struggled to press themselves up against her loosened, leaking opening. Their soft tongues all kept her at the level or orgasm required to have her grunting and purring and biting down on Yelena.

Once she finally came to realize how aggressive she was being, she let go of Yelena's inner thigh and gave it a tender lick of apology in the brief moment before the bitch rolled onto her feet and shook herself off. Saada's lips sealed shut, stopping the flow of seed as the remaining pack members got their last licks in, soft tongues prying her sex open gently with each lap.

As her orgasm finally died down, she squeezed her thighs together one last time and got to her feet, brushing herself off and composing herself. The sex had been brief, but it was so very intense that she found her knees nearly lacked the constitution to hold her up. She used her will persevere while Sanfrit and Yelena both licked the stud's cum-soaked length, tongues wrapping around its girth to capture every bit of its glistening surface.

Saada's first instinct was to kneel down and help them out, but she had things to do and couldn't lose herself in a frenzy of sensual licking and sucking all morning, especially not when she had so much to do in preparation for that night's excursion.

"Good boy. Good girl." She complimented both Sanfrit and Yelena as they went by, each of them glancing up with their split-colored eyes. Both of them were massive compared to her, with their snouts touching the underside of her breasts when they stood tall, which made her remember just how massive that knot really was. She glanced to the side to see it, laughing at its girth and length - it was like her entire forearm with two fists at the end!

Though the image of his pulsing, cherry red shaft made her drool both from her maw and from her sex, she had to focus on preparation so she forced herself to temporarily distance herself from the pack and work the fields. She was still weak from the abuse she got between the legs, but that didn't stop her from spending the next few hours playing with the younger pack mates while tilling the fields, collecting water, and taking care of her soon-to-be herb gardens.

For the most part, Yelena and Sanfrit both kept a nice position near the front door of her ranch home, watching over the rest of the pack from every angle while the curious younger members - none of which were pups, simply younger than the grizzled leaders - all played and fought and dug up their holes which actually helped Saada.

All the while, she was also taking time to sharpen blades, clean out her satchel for fresh herbs, practicing archery (Which was especially cute when the smaller wolves yanked the arrows out of the straw man and brought it back to her), and making more bread to share, fresh out of her wood oven.

The day passed quickly as she managed to divide her attention between playing with the wolves and preparing for her potentially dangerous, yet potentially lucrative trip to Ceylon's meadow for the vendra petals. She wanted to relish every second she could with the wolf pack, as she preferred the company of ferals to that of anthros, they had pure hearts and loyalty and respect. They lived by the law of the land and not the law of the agens; all that mattered was survival and companionship.

Purity incarnate.

She'd rather spend her days with wolves or deer or rabbits or snakes than she would with the people in town, which was one of the many reasons she kept herself secluded from the rest of the world in her remote hut curing herbs and making potions, and the afternoon playing with the wolf pack reminded her of that.

However, the pack decided it was time to leave as the sun set over the mountains, with the pack leaders giving a howl and an over-the-shoulder look before disappearing into the woods, leaving Saada alone, but not lonely.

After dinner, the feline had decided it was time to get to work. Sun had set, the skies were clear, and the moon was drenching the land with its cool blue light; now was the time to strike if she wanted to catch the vendra petals at the height of their effectiveness. She needed to make it to the meadow for right around midnight to catch them when the moon was highest in the sky.

She finished up her meal and packed some jerky away in her satchel, figuring she might need to chew on something while she was scoping out the meadow. This had the potential to be a perilous quest to a dangerous land, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy some smoked rabbit on the way. She was a lover of nature and all of it's creatures, but that didn't mean she was exempt from it. Quite the opposite, she was more reverent to the lives she took for her own sustenance than most others, and in many ways that made her even closer to the land. Very traditional values of a nomad, was how it was described.

None of that mattered when she was in contention with an aggressive, potentially violent gryphon, though. She knew that the land was more dangerous at night, as owls could attack, venomous insects were harder to see, and the big, bitey spiders were more likely to be out hunting. None of those could kill her, but being swarmed by a colony of ants with stings that felt like being stabbed would have put quite the damper on her spirits en route to the meadow with the vendra petals.

Luckily, her eyes were quite sharp at night and she was able to avoid disrupting webs or getting too close to creatures that might have seen her as prey. More importantly, she avoided creatures that thought her to be a predator, for those could do a lot more damage when acting defensively.

Her path took her from her ranch home and up the winding trail beyond the cliffs and through the pass and into the valley plateau. Before long, she emerged at the south end of the vast open field that she knew was patrolled by Ceylon, keeping her eyes peeled for any trace of the avian. The field in the valley was lined on both sides by trees leading up to the foothills of the surrounding mountain, and there was a creek that babbled from the north to the south, cutting much of the meadow in half.

Ceylon lived in the caves to the east, his home overlooking every bit of the meadow in case any deer or rabbits dared to appear. There was a good chance the gryph was sleeping, but if he wasn't she'd have to be very careful. The plan was to slip through the woods that lined the valley, staying out of sight from an avian predator while scanning the field for ripe or glowing vendra petals. When she found some, she would either dart out or slowly sneak her way through the long grass to reach the petals and harvest them by slicing them off the stems while glowing and tossing them in her satchel.

By her calculations, she had two hours to get what she came for and disappear. Any longer than that and she'd run the risk of angering Ceylon or increase the risk of being caught. Neither of which were pleasant options, so she wasted no time getting to work.

While remaining low to the ground, she did her best to sneak around the edges of the meadow where field met forest, always glancing up to see if she caught sight of a gryphon poking his head out over the side of the cliff. She had to be careful, and she needed to be diligent in order to ensure that she didn't end up in the sights of a hungry aerial predator. Saada may have been an adept hunter and skilled warrior when she needed to be, but there wasn't much between her and a predator that considers her prey, not when exposed to the skies and the big blue moon's light.

Her only real consolation was that few gryphons had the best night vision. Only ones based off owls could see well once the sun had set, and from what she knew this gryphon had the blood of an osprey, thus making him great at hunting in lakes and rivers, but only moderate in terms of night vision.

With that in mind, she kept her body as low to the ground as she could, eyes alternating between glancing over the field to see the first traces of the vendra petals and the telltale motion of a gryphon in the cliffs opposite her. Midnight was nearly upon her, and that's when the petals would expand on their stalks and begin to glow, making for the perfect time to harvest them. This would last a few hours - hence her two hour limit - and then they would go back to being boring looking petals and leaves.

Saada's plan was to dart out as soon as she saw them start to glow, where she would then wait for them to achieve maximum radiance before harvest, then she'd return to her hiding spot along the tree line to wait for the next patch to illuminate and reveal themselves to her. If she stayed out too long, it would practically be a beacon or smoke signal guiding the gryph to her location.

The first of many harvests came quickly. Directly in front of her, about forty meters away from the treeline, she saw the blue and pink glow of the vendra petals illuminating the surrounding ferns and grasses that made up the meadow. She kept an eye on the sky as she sneaked outward, ensuring her head stayed below the top of the grass in order to minimize the chance of being seen.

She sidled up next to the stalks as planned, and waited impatiently as the stalks pumped the chemical into the petals, making them glow. When it seemed they had stopped getting any brighter, she slid her blade up one side of the stalk and down the other to let each of the glowing petals fall into her leather pouch. There, she sealed it shut and kept her eyes on the cliffs overlooking the meadow to scan it for movement.

Every move and every action she took was calculated to be cautious, alert, and consistent. She knew that any deviation from what worked would risk exposing her to the beast that patrolled the valley and she knew that playing it safe was best.

But was it, really? She had spend the past few years doing this exact same pattern, visiting at night and employing the same dart in and out method of capturing one or two bunches at a time. She had on many occasions been caught, but the gryphon never chased her beyond the pass, despite the fact that she was running for her life with the night's haul. The more she thought about it, the more clear it was that this gryphon couldn't have wanted her dead, and didn't plan on eating her.

As she sat crouched at the treeline, it became increasingly clear that her perception of the gryphon's intentions may have been skewed. Tales of a legendary, near-mythical creature patrolling the valley in the mountains made for a great story but her experiences didn't quite match up even with her own interpretations of the tales.

This nagging thought at the back of her mind seemed so random and out of place - especially with nothing triggering it - but it was taking root quickly and distracting her from her harvest. It wasn't until she felt the faintest trickle seeping out between her legs that made her realize what might have been endearing her to the wiles of the Gryphon she had yet to meet.

Saada was still craving knot after having enjoyed her time with Sanfrit of the wolf pack. She knew gryphons possessed knots and barbs, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was curious what it was like to be mounted and tied by such a regal beast. The sliver of fantasy quickly widened into a series of desires that were altering her perception and making her see reality in a slightly different light.

Of course, she knew that this was all foolish and that the risks just weren't worth exposing herself, but that didn't stop her from mentally planning out the immediate future, as well as a series of contingency plans in the event that anything not expected were to happen. In time, she had decided that she was going to leave fate up to the gods themselves, and that she wasn't going to be cautious any longer. No, she was going to test this gryphon and see just what it was he was capable of.

She had weapons, she knew how to hunt, and if it turned out that she was wrong and Ceylon had intended to end her for daring to come to his meadow, then she'd be able to stave him off with blade and arrow. Instead of playing cautious and meek, she would dare him to attack by refusing to hide herself or minimize her exposure.

When the next batch of vendra petals started to glow, she stood tall and walked out to them, heart pumping as she feared what might happen. Saada was feeling bold, but she wasn't entirely sure if she was prepared to defy the keeper of the meadow yet, which was why she kept telling herself that she was leaving it up to fate. She did get along with most woodland creatures by respecting them and admiring them, so maybe the gryphon was no different! That was what she was waging her life on, the fact that she had made friends with wolves.

To her shock, she saw nor heard a single sound of attack. No screeches, no flapping, no crumbling of rocks down the steep cliffs. Nothing at all aside from the steady drone of insects in the field. Somewhat disappointed, she sliced the fully illuminated petals off the stalk and closed up her bag once more, only this time she didn't return to the tree line. Instead, she stayed in place, standing tall with her hand gripping the handle of her blade.

The feline's heart was racing as she came to realize just how foolish she was being, but the combination of ego and arousal was just enough to convince her that the chance of befriending a gryphon was worth the danger she put herself in. It was mating season for most creatures and she figured that her feline blood might be enough to entice a half feline beast; if she succeeded, not only would she no longer need to sneak around at night in fear, but she might actually make a proper companion with whom to spend time when the wolves weren't around.

Saada kept reminding herself that the risks were worth it if the reward was as good as she had expected. The danger of putting herself out there could be alleviated with a single stab if it came to that, and the longer she stood out in the open, the clearer it was that either Ceylon wasn't watching or he didn't care. Either way, she found she was quickly getting bored and a little unimpressed with the reputation she'd built up for Ceylon.

From there, she went from one blooming petal stalk to the next, her excitement quickly dying down as she waited for some evidence of a gryphon attack. But with each patch of petals, she grew increasingly disinterested in her plans to convert a gryphon to be part of her wild feral posse. There wasn't even a breeze to make the grass dance!

Over the course of an hour, she had managed to clear just about every ripe petal that she could find, with fewer and fewer stalks glowing with each passing few minutes. She had made it from the pass to the bend in the river that cradled the other side of the plateau, meaning she had harvested every available stalk of vendra petals. The moonlight reflected off the gently shimmering surface of the water, illuminating the clearing with vibrancy akin to daylight. It was quite intense, but time to go.

When she turned to head back to the pass, her heart dropped into her gut as she saw Ceylon standing tall. He was about ten meters away, nearly twice her height, and was staring down at her with an intensity that could only mean one of two things. She was either prey or his hen. As she stared, frozen in place, she gripped her blade in case of an attack, ready if he leapt at her. Saada was doing her best to remain calm, but didn't know what to do. She couldn't run, since he was blocking her exit, and if she attacked him, there was no way she'd win. At best she might get in a few attacks before he pinned her down and did whatever he planned to her.

There was no escaping this; her best option was to try to do her best to endear herself to the creature. She stood no chance of winning in a fight and was trapped, but if she was able to convince him to let her go or ease her way past him without a fight, she might gain some insight into his thought processes. Above all else, she aimed to survive, but a close second was that she wished to learn.

"Alright, I see you've bested me." She said as she slowly pulled out her blade from its sheath. She knelt and gently placed it on the ground in front of her, losing it in the grass. She then leaned into him with her hand outstretched, offering him to sniff her. "See? I'm not a threat. I'm not food either."

Then, to her shock, Ceylon seemed to be mimicking her movements. As she crouched down, he bowed, and as she leaned in with her arm outstretched, so did he with one of his front talons up. This confused Saada, but she figured she might as well test out her theory.

While she had him focused on her, she stepped to the side and outstretched her arms so they were just above the tips of the tall grasses and ferns. Ceylon did the same, outstretching his wings and letting the feather tips touch the blades of grass. He didn't seem to care about the blade, so she bent over to pick it back up and put it in the sheath, an action that the gryphon mimicked by clawing at the ground and bowing again.

It was almost cute, if she wasn't still clinging onto the fear that she was in danger. However, as a lover of animals and a closely bonded spirit to the woods, she recognized a lot of the gryphon's acts and behaviours as that of a mating or courtship ritual. This was good news for her, as it gave her the self assurance needed to drop the pretence of being in danger. Sure, the gryphon could pounce her and may have been testing her, but everything she new about feral felines and avians told her it was fine.

"Come here, don't be shy." She said, once again extending her arm out for Ceylon to sniff. He didn't move closer until she did so, taking one step for her single step. This was not a mating dance she was familiar with, but the mirror movements of the gryphon were endearing, and she decided to see what sort of things she could make him do.

She waved her hand in front of her face, turned in place, hopped from one leg to the other, slapped her thighs, and offered a series of pirouettes to see just what sort of mimicry she could elicit from him. He kept up with everything except the pirouette, and on that one he stumbled and fell on his haunches. As she stifled a laugh, he shot a look of pure hatred at her, his eyes narrowed and intense.

"Sorry, sorry. So what next?" She asked before flopping down on her rump so that the tall grass was nearly hiding her entirely. Saada had no idea where to go from there, or more precisely she didn't have the fortitude to do what she wanted to do.

The two sat across from each other for what felt like a lot more time than it actually was, before Saada shuffled forward on all fours, a walking action that Ceylon mimicked. They circled around each other, and for a brisk moment she considered bolting, at least until she saw the visible bulge under him and between his hind legs. The sheath, which looked almost like a blend of canine and equine, had a bright red spear-headed tip poking out the end, dripping a glistening bead of precum into the grass.

Saada grunted and closed her legs up, trying her best to argue over whether or not it would be a good idea to lift her tail to this beast or not. On one paw, she stood to bond with him and perhaps foster loyalty and protection, but on the other hand she didn't actually know how aggressive gryphons were when mating. Feral cats were known for biting down hard and roughly penetrating their females, while avians were different from one species to the next. Could her neck handle the bite force of a gryphon without any reservations?

After mulling over the options, her gaze fixated on Ceylon's the whole time, she decided to make the bold move of peeling off her hunting gear and placing it on the ground next to her. Without any protection, she was completely exposed and vulnerable to his whims, but she was growing increasingly prepared for such inevitability. She followed this up by stripping her tunic and loin cloth, revealing her fully nude body.

"Well, if you're gonna ravage me, might as well be now." She said, whispering to herself while subconsciously hoping for Ceylon to hear and understand. The feline could feel the moisture in her loins as the combination of excitement and fear took over. She was fully exposed, now, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to defend herself if that's what was necessary.

Now devoid of all clothing, she crawled forth on all fours towards him, watching as he matched her motions and came face to face with her. Their snouts touched - well, her snout and his beak - as she gulped, anxiously awaiting what would happen next.

To her surprise, Ceylon stepped past her and nuzzled at her cheek as he went past, dragging his beak through her fur in a sort of preening motion while purring and pressing his weight to her. She leaned back as best she could, but was knocked over by his far greater size. There, as she lay on her side, the gryphon nuzzled his way up under her tail to sniff and lick at the moist fur around her lips.

Her natural first reaction was to tense up and close her legs while lowering her tail, but that seemed to upset Ceylon a bit so she relaxed and flopped onto her back with her knees parted and tail flicking out behind her. This, on the other paw, seemed to make Ceylon very happy, as he started lapping fervently at her folds, the long and thin tongue prodding at her depths while sampling her nectar. Saada found herself whimpering as she tried to stifle a moan, but couldn't keep herself under control for too long.

The next of her instincts was to slip her hand down against her clit and give herself a rub to accentuate the sensual nature of the gryphon's tongue inside her, but she feared that might startle him. Instead, she rubbed at her breasts and tried her best to control the gentle twitches of her loins, whimpering and purring all the while. This was, in many ways, a dream come true for her, and she didn't want to squander a single second of it. For all she knew, this might be the only chance she got to expose herself to a gryphon!

Her heart raced as she gained the confidence to roll over onto all fours, tail up and legs spread. It was very clear what she was offering the gryphon, and she hoped he picked up on her blunt invitation by mounting her. Given her time with the wolves, she figured it may have taken a while to convince him to make a move, and even longer for him to find his mark, but she was shocked when he wasted no time stepping over her, all four of his feet surrounding her.

Saada felt a sudden rush of adrenaline surging through her body as she came to see that this was really happening and there was no turning back. The warmth she felt on her back emanating from his belly was intense, and she felt the faintest of tickles from the fur on his inner thighs as he arched his back and started to buck at her haunches.

His cock sheath peeled back to reveal more of his shaft, but Saada was unable to see that even when glancing back over her shoulder. Instead, she felt it, as the slimy moisture gummed up her fur around her haunches and the base of her tail as his barbs combed at it. She gripped at the grass below, bracing herself for his inevitable penetration. Those barbs felt gnarly, but at the same time she was also immensely excited for what they could do to her.

As a feline, she was properly equipped to handle cock barbs, even massive ones on a gryphon.

Her instincts took over, coaxing her into a gently rock back and forth, her whole body swaying to rub up against his sheath and the underside of his exposed cock. The sensation of having his heavy member stabbing at the fur and flesh of her rump and lower spine was heavenly, but it only made her moist and eager for more.

She also quickly learned that gryphons had much better aim than canines. Ceylon shifted his weight back and started to buck, his barbed tip quickly finding her plump and moist lips. She had less than a second to brace herself before he slammed his hips into hers, shaft plunging deep into her with the top penetrating her cervix to rest within her womb. His barbs splayed out to anchor in place as the bulge of the knot burst through her sex to rest just inside her, locking them in place together.

The intensity of his singular motion made her cry out in shock and surprise, claws digging at the dirt and back arching to alleviate the pressure as best she could. Her jaws clenched and her tail threatened to pump down in an effort to push him out, but he was already too big and well tied to her to push him out.

In fact, he was swelling well beyond her level of comfort. The knot was about the same girth as the wolf's knot from before, but was much longer and the barbed tip penetrated far deeper. The combination of tickling and stabbing at her womb's entrance made her wince and whimper at the same time as she struggled to get comfortable. It was then that she felt she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

Ceylon, however, seemed completely content where he was. He gave another buck to knock her off her knees, pinning her to the ground as his massive knot lobes shifted and swelled against her flesh. It was clear he was capable of growing more, but her flesh and hip bones kept him from swelling to full capacity, an intensity of a tie that made Saada quickly regret exposing herself to him.

In retrospect, it perhaps wasn't the smartest idea to let such a big, feral beast take her no matter how in tune she was with the creatures of the forest. She knew this now, as she felt like she was being inflated from her pussy, his firm knot tugging on her lips from within. The sensation of being stretched to the limit combined with the caress and tickle of his barbs against her taught flesh was oddly pleasant. Sure, she could tell that her sex had been taken to its limit, but the gryphon's knot seemed to get more and more comfortable as the seconds ticked by.

Sure, it was too much, but she was growing increasingly calm at the prospect of being stuck with him for an extended session. The warmth of his cock filling her was heavenly, the fuzz of his belly fur tickling her back and hair a wonderful bit of comfort, and the twitching of his member spewing gryphon seed into her womb was a little distressing but innately arousing.

So arousing, in fact, that she couldn't help but shudder and flop down in delight, an orgasm rumbling around in her loins that intensified with each pulsation of his shaft. The heat of his seed made her feel warm and pleasured inside, while the burn of her lips being stretched complimented every other sensation perfectly. She tried to dip her lower spine and push back while stretching her hind leg, but Ceylon bit down on her neck to silence her while covering her body with his wing.

Even in her pleasure-addled mind, she could tell how cute it was that he was protecting her during a mating session. Though the strength from his bite and the stab from his beak was quite unpleasant on her neck, she still reached back and gave him a gentle pet to his neck plumage, a bit of affection that made his feathers stand on end while eliciting a gentle trill from his beak.

He bucked again, only this time it was more of a shift in weight that made his knot rotate inside her, finally finding that perfect position that got him the deepest while also keeping her comfortable. Sure, she definitely felt that deep rooted discomfort that came from having her cervix probed, but for some reason it didn't hurt as much as she expected despite the fact that his barbs - all of which were like the little blades of flesh on a cat's tongue - were splayed out and anchoring themselves in her womb. It should have hurt, but it didn't.

Quite the contrary, it was the most pleasant sensation she had felt since the past autumn, when the mature males of the wolf pack took her one by one, knot fucking her until she was raw and sore. This was like that, only it was just one gryphon, and rather than plunging a massive knot in and out of her, it was just one six lobed member swelling and throbbing against her loins.

While she was trying her best to compose herself in the wake of the steady blasts of pleasure that erupted from her midsection following every one of Ceylon's thrusts and throbs, she was shocked to feel Ceylon stand up tall, yanking her by her loins so that she could barely dangle and keep herself erect on her fingertips and toes. He then wrapped one of his front talons around her chest and belly, holding her in place as both of his wings lowered to shield her from any outside threats. He carried her from their place in the meadow to a nice little crevasse where stream, field, and forest met.

Ceylon laid down with her between him and a shockingly warm rock, his wings covering her like a blanket as another pump of gryphon seed erupted into her.

Saada was too distracted by the immense pressure of his knot tugging against her lips from within and the pressure building as spurts of cum spattered from her lips to realize what was happening. This wasn't a gryphon being cute, he was saddling up for the night, preparing his hen and protecting her from the elements.

What Saada didn't know - but would soon find out - was that when a gryphon ties his mate, they often stayed together overnight, resulting in a tie that lasted longer than most work days. She would be there, pinned between the gryphon and the hot rock until morning, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Luckily for her, the pulsing of his member was quickly growing comfortable to the point where she hardly noticed it was there. As his member spewed more of his seed into her, the dull yet persistent pleasure of orgasmic aftershocks rocked her body.

She couldn't sleep, not with his body on top of her and his knot building pressure within her, but she could drift off into a state of semi lucidity where she was able to imagine all the ways she could use her gryphon friend for her pleasure.

Saada hadn't felt this satisfied in years, even if she had a very long time to go before the two would part ways.