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Adventure was always calling to him, but sometimes Cherno simply needed to tend to his chosen woods. A druid like him couldn't wander the world all the time. He needed somewhere to return to, somewhere he could guard and preserve against all the forces that might otherwise invade, abuse, and even destroy it. Nature was a powerful force, but it could still be harmed by those who wished evil upon the land. That was where he came in.

Pacing the familiar trees, hearing the chittering of the birds and the small animals skittering through the trees was bliss. It was always therapeutic for him, especially after spending time in the bustling city. The buck tapped his staff along the fertile soil as he walked, examining every leaf, every branch. Ensuring there was no sign of unnatural damage. Everything seemed in order. It was tranquil, quiet, and perfectly preserved. The sign of a hard-working druid. So it made no sense for him to be feeling like there was something still wrong, but he couldn't shake it.

Maybe it was the light. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, but he found himself standing under more shade than he usually got from the trees alone. Something was blocking out the sun, and it only grew darker all around the buck as that something drew closer. Cherno's disturbed sensation wasn't at all misplaced. Something, someone was coming, and he was big enough to shroud the buck in complete darkness a moment as he swept down on majestically outstretched wings, bringing the night with him until he deftly landed right before the forest's guardian. An interloper, but one as much part of nature as the rest of the woods.

A gryphon half as big as some of the oldest trees, he was a massive, impressive specimen, posing proudly before Cherno, clad in darkness. Ink-coloured feathers blended into matching fur, and he gazed over a black beak with an intense pair of golden eyes. Muscular and thickly built, he was as attractive as he was intimidating, potentially dangerous. There was intelligence in those eyes, but his only introductory comment was a crisp, deep caw. Normally such an unassuming sound in the wild, there was unusual power to the crow's call as it echoed through the undisturbed woods.

A conflict came to Cherno's as he tentatively raised his staff. On the one hand, it was his duty, his devotion to protect these woods from anyone who might have threatened them. On the other, attacking an animal, no matter how dangerous he might have been, was greatly against his personal code. He kept his staff up, ready to potentially defend himself from a predatory animal, but rather than prepare to strike, he instead began to channel a charming spell through it, using it as a conduit for his natural gifts. As soon as the magical energy became visible, the gryphon locked eyes with him, tipped his head inquisitively, and smirked.

"You needn't bother with the magic, guardian. It is unlikely to get you anywhere." His voice was exceedingly deep, something Cherno could feel resonating right through the very dirt beneath his hooves.

He couldn't help but admit to himself he was somewhat frightened. Even if they were both intelligent, gryphons still ate deer. He doubted such a large beast made much distinction between prey that spoke back to him or not. But he wasn't going to back down from his duty just because he was a little nervous. He kept his staff raised and spoke in the most authoritative voice he could muster.

"I protect these woods, gryphon. If you're here to do them harm, I will be forced to stop you."

The bird simply nodded exaggeratedly. "And that is very noble of you! You'll have no argument from me. But please, at least call me Xavier. What about yourself? Shall I simply refer to you as 'pretty deer', or do you have a name?"

Cherno blinked. He couldn't tell if he was being simply teased, or if it was a distraction before he pounced. Those muscular haunches could surely propel even all that gryphon forward at alarming speeds. The buck had no intentions on getting hit with such a powerful blow, but he remained in place, ready to weather the storm, so to speak. He didn't dare advance, but neither did he chance retreating, or turning his back. That would merely mean putting himself as the large bird's mercy.

"It is Cherno, since you ask. You are... welcome to visit, Xavier. But this is a delicate place. It cannot stand up to the ravenousness of a gryphon."

"Are you calling me fat, Cherno?" Xavier chuckled, but the playful nature of his words was undermined when he took just a single step forward. It was a small movement, but in that unspoken standoff between nature's guardian and force of nature, it was decisive. The buck gripped his staff a little tighter as the gryphon continued to tease. "Perhaps I shall have to indulge my appetite for this slight. Perhaps I will simply devour a tree down to its very roots by way of teaching you a lesson. Or, more likely - you. "

Cherno didn't answer at first. He simply held his position, running through the archives in his mind, channelling numerous energies that might help him if this encounter turned violent. It would have been a terrible sin to harm even a troublemaking animal such as Xavier, but it would have been pure folly to simply submit to such a predator. Druid perhaps, but he didn't let himself forget that he was also a deer. At least, his instincts didn't. Adrenaline coursed through his veins just as much as natural magic, until it almost felt feasible to him that he might actually hold his own against a beast at least a dozen times his weight. Though all the anticipation was making it difficult to hold still, and to the observing gryphon, it looked like he was simply shaking.

"I don't mean to make you tremble." The playful tone was gone from Xavier's voice as he lowered himself down on his haunches. He actually sounded genuine for the first time. Though such a position also made a very potent distraction more visible. Seated as he was, his heavy sheath and tremendously plump balls were on full display, bobbing there from the movement. That gryph was immensely hung, and moreover, the silky fur over his sack just looked like it must have been so very pleasant to rub one's fingers, or face against. Those intrusive thoughts simply could not be shut out.

When Cherno raised his gaze once more, the smirk was back. That extended glance didn't go unnoticed. Though it remained without comment. Instead, Cherno just gave as firm a stare as he could, exercising his willpower to keep from looking at those perfectly smooth, velvety gryphon balls so tantalizingly on display.

"If you are not here to cause trouble, then what is your purpose in these woods?" he sternly asked.

"That's most unkind. Does nature need a reason to exist?" The bird's teasing had officially continued. "I am not so self-righteous as to say I go where I please, but I ought to think a warden of nature would respect a bird's natural migration habits. But since you ask, I must admit, I was curious."

The gryph's relaxed pose didn't help Cherno calm down. For all he knew it was a ruse to make him drop his guard. Even especially hefty gryphons moved fast, he knew. This wasn't his first close encounter with one. "And what are you curious about?"

His impatience was showing, especially as Xavier dragged out the suspense of it all. "Well, you are a guardian of nature, are you not?"

"Of course."

"And, as some might say, a servant of nature as well."

Cherno narrowed his eyes some, but he couldn't argue. "Certainly."

"Good, good!" Xavier was wearing as best a grin as a beak could manage by then. "Then, my question is thus: what do you say when nature itself presents itself before you, and demands your service?"

In case that line of teasing was too subtle, Xavier made his implications utterly clear when he reached a front foot down and deftly clasped at his own balls. Their generous size made for a considerable jiggle as he bounced them up and down in his grasp, kneading and bringing forth a thick throb from his sheath as it stirred to life. With that first sign of arousal came a tantalizing, masculine perfume washing through the air. Cherno felt it hit him like a wave, even if it was as yet mild. A warm, blushingly lewd musk that was luxurious to bask, bringing out a little twitch from the deer himself, barely concealed beneath his light clothing.

Without realizing he was doing it, Cherno lowered his staff and simply leaned on it. It wasn't that he was weak in the knees exactly. Just that he felt the need for a little extra balance. He couldn't help but watch that shameless display. Such a lovely set - but he didn't just lift tail for any creature who demanded it. He huffed out in muted defiance.

"And just what is that supposed to mean? I have my duties to attend to. Your rut is yours to take care of." To keep his own unrestrained arousal from building too greatly, he moved to walk away. Xavier caught him before he even managed to lift a single hoof.

The pounce didn't come quite as hard as Cherno had feared, but it was every bit as sudden. Even someone like him, swift of eye and quick of reflexes, didn't see it coming. He simply found himself on his back, flattened and held down by a single heavy avian foot upon his chest. His staff was out of his reach, and every effort to channel a spell or any sort of energy at all ended up stifled by some invisible force. Maybe it was some sort of magical field the gryphon was projecting. Or maybe it was just the increased dose of potent musk that came with the beast coming closer. Either way, he was helpless.

"Have you never found yourself fantasizing about this kind of thing? In my experience it is an almost universal thing for warden types like you." He leaned in a little closer, so that his hot breath was projected directly in the pinned deer's face. It was sweet like fresh herbs, further contributing to the buck's increasing intoxication. "Pounced. Pinned. Defeated by a prime example of the very nature you are sworn to protect. Then made to worship his every inch, until the primal taste has imbued your very mind. And then, when you have been utterly humiliated, reduced from noble protector to drooling, whimpering, toe-sucking, ball-licking slut of a doe, rutted until you've forgotten your very name. Of course, in such a state, powerless, ruined, filled with and covered in the seed and scent of a breeder, there is only one way to end it."

He came even closer, and whispered in into one of Cherno's perked ears. "You will feel absolutely exquisite sliding down my throat. Fine, fresh venison. A treat like no other, especially alive."

Cherno felt his chest harshly tighten, and gave a little gasp out before he actually managed to respond with anything coherent. "You wouldn't - I'm not just going to let you eat me."

Xavier spoke up once more. "Perhaps not. It could be, it's all just a tease. Something to get you thinking. To make you wonder - would he really? Is it worth the risk to give in to his desires if it might end with you simmering in my stomach? But I know one thing. I'm turning you on, aren't I?"

That made the buck glance down, but he already knew the answer. He could feel it, feel himself throbbing, thumping away beneath the thin layer of his loincloth. There was no hiding it, no being modest about what being immersed in gryphon scent was doing to him. He began to stammer out a protest, feeling like he had some sense of dignity to still protect.

"That doesn't... this is unnatural! Magical trickery!"

"Oh, not at all." Xavier gave a hearty laugh. "It's all very much natural. This is simply how deer like you respond when they meet someone stronger, someone more powerful. Naturally submissive, you might say.

Cherno already felt defeated, but remained quietly indignant. "That's not what they say at all."

"There's really no shame in it. Think about how good it will feel to cast aside your shackles of dignity and humble yourself between my thighs."

The buck just gritted his teeth. Not because he hated the thought, but rather because he liked it far more than he cared to admit. Getting to simply taste, to worship such a magnificent creature without any fear of being shredded to pieces. Truly it was an honour worthy of nature's warden. Not that everyone might agree.

"... You can't tell anyone about this. I have my duty. I can't appear weak, or -"

Xavier cut him off. "I am not one for boasting. Of course, a marking scent does speak louder than words. Not that it will matter when I gobble you up at the end."

He spoke such a looming threat with a decidedly playful tone that didn't properly fit the weight of such an act. Cherno had no idea what to make of it. But it definitely got his heart pumping every time the big gryphon mentioned it. That great black beak of his, gleaming under the setting sun, there was no doubt it could fit the entire deer inside. Cherno was one snap of jaws away from being bird food.

Though he managed to calm himself some when the gryphon released him from that overpowering pin. Cherno sat up, and looked to Xavier, and was simply treated to the sight of him rolling right onto his back, wings spread out wide, stretching off into the trees in both directions. Of course, such a view made his growing arousal very clear. He looked like a big, lazy feline, all sprawled out and luxuriant. Cherno's demeanour was growing more accepting of his growing sense of submission, but he still felt ashamed of himself, still felt the burn in his cheeks.

To make up for it, he gave the big bird a small taste of his own teasing. "What's the matter? Did that pounce wear you out, old bird? I expected to find myself face-down in the dirt by this point."

"That shall certainly come to pass. But it would be positively cruel of me to deny you the flavours you're pining for. What's the use of submission if you're not permitted to taste?"

Cherno snorted out. "You expect me to lick you?"

"I think you should start with the paws. Right here. A bit of sweat to them by now. Especially between the toes."

Xavier shamelessly offered one of his hind feet, wiggling his toes and extended claws right before the buck's face. With them came more of that irrepressible scent, all but taunting Cherno. The gryph knew well just how enticing he smelled, how hard it was to resist such an offer when those erotic aromas were dancing through his prey's senses. The buck could hardly believe he was considering just giving in to the demand of licking the shameless creature's feet, but shame didn't stop him from reluctantly obeying.

He felt the heat hit his cheeks just as the flavour met his tongue. One soft slurp, and he was already enraptured. Xavier was as silky smooth as Cherno hoped, both to touch and to savour. He had told himself he'd only gently slurp, only take a few samples, but once he had his first lick, he needed more. So he delved closer, letting his muzzle squish right up against Xavier's pads, working his tongue directly between them, cleaning off a thin layer of dirt there as a sign of his growing subservience. All the while, Xavier simply laid back and soaked in the attention, fully extending his dark violet cock from its sheath, and even seemingly purring. It was a hell of a rumble, feeling like a quake beneath them, a shifting of the land itself.

That just encouraged the buck to keep up the attention. He was reluctant at first, but every stroke of his tongue was turning increasingly reverent, sliding into worship one slick slurp at a time. He dug in deep between the gryphon's pads, and even moved up between his toes as well. There was plenty of musk there as predicted, but that was almost the wrong word for such flavour. While richly masculine, potently arousing with every taste, there wasn't a single dirty thing about it. The gryphon simply gave off such a fresh, ambrosial spice that Cherno couldn't stop slopping his tongue over the places it was most potent produced.

He lost himself in a haze, roused from it only when he heard the gryphon's voice again."You are very talented. Worshipped yourself a few feline feet in your time, have you? The other, now. Let's keep it balanced."

From one paw to the other he went, forcefully. Cherno had no complaints as he was directed face-first into that musky sole. He basked in the humidity coming off the gryphon. He breathed deep and even gave a few sniffs. The scent was really getting to him. Just how was it even fair that such a proud beast could also smell so divine, so impossibly arousing? The buck was huffing at that foot like a fiend, feeding a newfound addiction with every deep inhalation.

It felt more like he was being gifted that fine perfume than servicing the gryphon. It made him feel he ought to give something in return, and so he licked his way right up to Xavier's feline toes, wrapping his lips right around one of them to suck upon it. The claws weren't extended on this foot any longer, so he could give it full and thorough attention, lewdly bobbing his head up and down upon that digit while he squished his fingers deep into plush pawpads.

He sucked one toe and then another, apparently doing such a good job that he eventually got an actual moan out of the gryph. Glancing up, was greeted by an encouraging smirk, and continued until he felt the toe being pulled back out of his mouth. It was covered in his saliva, as were the rest of the gryphon's paws. Cherno could only look over those spit-soaked feet with a certain sense of embarrassment, realizing at that moment just how depraved he'd allowed himself to get, all at once. His expression must have been visible, because Xavier soon chided him.

"Now, now. No need to be ashamed. You may have proven yourself a pawslut, but it is something to be proud of. You are like a blessing being bestowed upon me." He stretched his legs out, curling and splaying his toes, giving a satisfied huff after such a thorough paw cleaning. "And such a tongue you have. I think you ought to put it on my balls now."

While not quite a command, Cherno still obeyed it as if it was. He simply sunk down between the muscled panther thighs before him, and pushed his nose right snug with the sweet spot in the middle of the gryphon's thick, musk-bearing sack. There he took a breath, muzzle nestled between plump balls on either side, the buck still acutely aware of how he must have looked in that moment. The proud warrior of nature, out there huffing at a gryphon's balls like a common hedonist. But on the other hand, there was pride that he was pleasing such a well-respected creature. Not many druids got to say they had licked the nuts of a wild gryphon.

Which he was more than ready to do, launching into a series of thorough, sloppy slurps that spared no detail. He was in prime position to watch the gryph's solid cock resonating with the resulting arousal, flexing with every slather he provided. The pointed tip was dripping a viscous stream, running through to the soft feline nubs adorning it. Though Xavier sported considerably more girth than the average cat. After that, the shaft was smoother, working all the way down to a thickened base that only grew thicker as the deer continued to devote himself to worshipping the proud animal. That was a knot forming right before him, growing bigger than his head entire, leaving Cherno slightly worried about how things were going to progress later. Just watching that violet spire pulsing away, he felt more than a little intimidated by its size when he could favourably compare it to his entire arm. Or maybe his leg.

Still, that was no reason to stop. Not when the sleek texture of the gryphon's sack so thoroughly delighted his tongue. Cherno worked and scrubbed at them, getting a few of those approving groans out of the bird, which was reward enough. It was one thing to submit to such a shameless gryphon. Another to know he was doing well, licking, stroking, massaging at that whole sack with lips and tongue and fingers alike. He'd made the ancient beast hard with his worship alone, and was spurred on to indulge him for as long as he was rewarded with such a fine taste.

It didn't matter how lost he was getting in it. Not when the slight sheen of sweat upon those pitch black balls drove him nearly savage. He cleaned off every single detail of the gryphon's sack, from top to bottom, front and back, leaving them elegantly glistening as the deer simply drooled away. Xavier even gave a deep caw, and something about that sound simply made Cherno ecstatic. It told him the gryph truly approved. More than satisfied, he was impressed. He briefly paused to just beam there between the feral's legs, only to be reminded of his place with a swift application of an avian foot to the back of his head.

That foot pressed him right in once more, and much more firmly than before. Xavier smothered the buck there between his balls for a while, letting them completely envelop the deer's soft face. There was nothing to breathe but pure gryph scent, and Xav made sure it would cling to Cherno's fur by grinding his face down into those musky orbs a good few times. Both with his gripping talons, and with a few dominant thrusts of his hips, thumping with hardly any care up against the buck's captive features, leaving him utterly imbued with that dominant scent. By then it had all but overwritten the deer's own. And Cherno knew it was going to linger for a while.

As much as he wished he could have lived on gryphon musk alone, he eventually felt his lungs begin to burn as he was helplessly humped there in that greedy grip. He didn't struggle, but he did find himself curling his legs, pressing his fingers into the gryph's crotch, ready to push himself away but not actually getting around to it. Xavier took the hint eventually, relenting and letting Cherno gasp for air. Which only had him sucking up more of the very scent that nearly suffocated him, given his close proximity to one of their most prolific producers, but that didn't bother him. Not when every single huff sent a refreshing, warming, soothing sensation straight down to his hooves.

"Fantastic. You worship balls as well as you do paws. That is a rare gift, you know. Not many can say they are as multi-talented as you." Xavier beamed down at Cherno, casting him a highly approving look. As much as his words could have been construed as mockery, they sounded genuine.

It was difficult for Cherno to speak in his current state. Not for panting. He steadied his breathing soon enough. More that his mind was having trouble focusing, a great cloud of natural gryphon perfume hanging over his every attempt at forming coherent sentences. It was only through great effort and concentration that he actually managed to get his question out.

"Where would you like me next, sir?"

That got him another chuckle. Which was almost like a reward as well by then, just to know he had amused the gryphon. "Sir, is it now? I can't say I disapprove. I think a little lower. Work your way down with that blessing of a tongue."

It wasn't that Cherno had the slightest hesitation about such an act. But he wanted to make perfectly sure he heard correctly. Not many dominant males were okay with such things. "Ah. How low, sir? Do you mean, say, all the way down?"

This time it was more than a chuckle. Xavier outright laughed. The throaty sound pleased Cherno's ears, leaving the buck gently smiling just to bask in the music of it. "Do I seem the type to be so insecure that I shun certain pleasures for fear of how others might view me? I shall be blunt. You are going to lick my ass, and I'm going to love it. Because it feels good, and that's all I care about."

"Right. Yes sir." Cherno nodded, and got right to work.

There was a particular accumulation of sweat upon the gryph's taint, a spot Cherno was all too happy to glaze with his tongue. He made sure to sweep it all away, to leave the gryph's haunches absolutely pristine but for all the saliva he was sharing. And it was growing thicker the longer he savoured in all that masculine flavour.

The gryphon's rear hole was smooth and shiny, slightly thick as it flexed there before Cherno. To have such a dignified creature entrust him with such a thing was almost a source of pride for the buck. Almost. He was still licking the beast's ass when it came down to it. He pressed in hard with his tongue, sliding it all around that raised rim, giving it a thorough massaging that was as much pressure as it was stroking back and forth.

"Very good. Rimmed a few gryphs in your days, if I were to guess. Inside, as well." Xavier was as relaxed as he was insistent.

Already caught up in enough musk that he was willing to do near anything, give nearly anything, Cherno didn't find that a tall order whatsoever. He just pushed forth, digging deeper, eating the gryphon right out at his command. He felt his own personal limitations melting away, a strangely perceptible sensation not unlike chains falling away from his wrists. That meant he could fully devote himself to the majestic bird, could worship him with hesitation, without qualification. And that was just what he did, going muzzle-deep beneath his tail, fucking that feline rump with his tongue as he pressed it in hard, back and forth, pumping, massaging, bestowing as much pleasure upon the beast as he could give.

His reward was a series of groans, of huffs, of pleasant caws that were as pleasant on repetition as they were the first time. It wasn't gentle call of a songbird by any stretch, but the blunt, percussive sounds of the gryphon's delight was reason enough to keep spoiling him. Cherno didn't care how he looked, nor how his present depravity reflected on his sense of duty. As far as he cared, this was his duty now. Worshipping and adoring the most elegant of nature's creatures, treating him as if he were the buck's new god. One who liked a good rump-licking.

Cherno had all but stuffed his head entire beneath Xavier's tail, his muzzle buried in that contracting hole, immersed in humid warmth, by the time the gryph spoke again. He did so while stroking his talons down the buck's spine, sending him shuddering and pacifying him with ease.

"It is tempting to simply let you eat me out until the sun sets and rises once more, but I am starting to feel other needs that need attending to." He gave a little pump of his hips on saying that, jutting his pulsing cock into the air, flicking off the juicy accumulation of pre from its tip, letting it splat down into the buck's hair.

Such was his state of stupefied devotion, Cherno didn't even hesitate. He was instantly moving from beneath the gryph's tail to attend to his shaft, but Xavier stopped him with a grip of avian toes around his shoulders. That broke the deer from his stupor briefly, leaving him blinking up at the pleased bird. Xavier just provided a sultry expression in response, his eyes narrowed, his tongue slowly glazing along the edges of his beak.

"You've shown your devotion plenty already. I think it's time you were properly rutted. You have such a shapely form to you, I must say. From above, I mistook you for a doe on first glance. And just because I was wrong doesn't mean I can't treat you like one."

Cherno was on his belly before he even knew what was happening. The gryph went from relaxed, even lazy, to swift and dominating all in one decisive moment, and he had the buck pinned beneath his weight just like that. Including the weight of his throbbing spire, smearing potent pre deep into the deer's fur. More of it as the gryph stripped him down, paying little care to the integrity of his outfit as he plucked it from him with his talons. He needed a bare buck to rub his cock on, and the force of his humping thrusts kept Cherno from even rising to his hands and knees. Instead he was simply flattened, ground deep into the dirt as he was dominated by the lusty gryph, used like a living rag to mop up every single drop lewdly spurted from the pointed tip of all that thumping gryphon dick.

Soon glazed like some sort of dessert, Cherno could only pant there in the grass, sprawled out and helpless. He little more purpose in those moments aside from soaking up all of Xavier's lust, and all the fragrant juices such an intensely aroused state produced. It was trickling down his sides, over his hips, making him glisten. Cherno felt, if not soaked, then sodden, marked, near to steaming with the musk being all but tattooed to his skin. The gryph was claiming him for his own with those rapid, almost canine thrusts of his haunches, as if he hadn't already demonstrated it already.

Once he seemingly couldn't be marked any further, Cherno felt those motions moving lower. No longer humping at his back, painting pre down his spine. Instead, Xavier pointed the tip of his cock, and all the stimulating nubs adorning it, right beneath the buck's short tail. He thumped his target a few times, bringing a startled yelp from the druid as he got his rear entrance spanked by that solid spear of gryphon cock. But Xavier didn't penetrate just yet. His shaft was soaking in juices, and those repeated motions were doing well to loosen the deer up, but that didn't change the reality of the size difference. Cherno was just a regular two-legged creature, and Xavier was a immense, powerful animal. If he expected to fit inside that tight deer booty, he was going to need magic.

Which, apparently, he had. Cherno remained pinned there, listening to the sharp breaths of bestial arousal above him, and enduring that constant prodding. He was certain it wouldn't prove productive, until he felt himself simply spreading out to accommodate all that cock. It wasn't an alarming stretch either - he felt no discomfort, no damage being done to his body despite the size of the insertion literally making his belly bulge with the lewd outline of Xavier's shaft. It shouldn't have fit. It should have ruined the buck - but somehow it was simply comfortable, as if it was perfectly designed to fit beneath Cherno's lifted tail.

Those feline barbs decorating the first few inches dragged hard against the buck's inner flesh, stimulating him intensely enough he had to scream. Not a grunt, a whimper, or a moan. It was simply a piercing shriek, sounding more like terror than pleasure, but it wasn't for any sort of negative fleeing. Aside from being overwhelmed. Having those blunt nubs grinding at his internal pleasure button was too much for him to even properly process, leaving the rest of his body feeling numb while his mind honed in specifically on the sparking tingles. He couldn't even lift his face from the dirt.

Eventually the barbs pushed deeper, followed by the rest of the gryph's shaft, until that gigantic bulb of a knot tapped up against both cheeks. It was roughly the size of Cherno's entire rump. The weight of it alone pressing against his ass kept him down, kept him from raising his hips. Xavier wasn't one for doggy-style. It was a complete and utter pin, immersing Cherno in fur and feathers alike, feeling that muscular feral body pressing him utterly flat. But for his head, which he managed to lift for all of a second before a pair of taloned toes were wrapped around it. A bird foot on the back of his skull kept his face utterly immersed in the dirt, even rubbed there back and forth until grass stains marked the deer's muzzle.

That was all simply the insertion. And Cherno was already reduced to a panting, whimpering, outright drooling state as he lay there beneath the gryphon's all-encompassing down and fur. He tested each of his muscles in turn, just to see if he could move a single one of them. But he was completely trapped, as if paralyzed. Which suited him just fine. That meant he could just soak in the sensations of the gryphon proudly, greedily using him for pleasure, buried completely under his tail but for that big fat knot, fat balls beginning to jiggle as the breeding began.

Slowly, at first. Xavier didn't just rush to all-out humping, to pounding the buck into the soil. Instead, he gave some long, steady thrusts, letting the momentum build through his firm muscles. All the way back so that Cherno was made to endure that intense feeling of barbs grinding into his prostate, and then his whimpers were silenced by the percussive impact of a fat knot spanking against him. Each slam sent a shudder through his body until his dangling tongue was flopping about in the dirt where it hung limply from his lips.

Any last shred of dignity Cherno might have had was long gone. He was literally drooling for the gryphon, getting his mind rutted right out. There were no thoughts but how good that cock felt inside of him, touching places he had never had stimulated before. It was far too much male for a smaller creature like him, leaving him stretched out, bulging. But never hurting. His insides were clenching tight around every single inch stuffed inside of him, and his rump was growing numb from the constant battering delivered by that fully engorged knot.

Cherno was going to get the cum fucked right out of him, feeling it surging towards his tip, but not quite releasing. Instead, he just leaked an excessive amount of pre, which meant he was all but swimming in it as it pooled out beneath him, clinging to his belly, his thighs, and beyond. The only part of himself he could manage to move was his fingers, and he dug them deeply into the dirt, scratching solid marks as he felt his peak building. He was driven to it by that constant pounding thud the gryph was giving him, listening to those approving caws, those huffs, those sounds of pleasure. They told him what a good servant of nature he was being, to make such a noble beast feel so good.

The process of building momentum was so gradual that Cherno almost didn't even notice at first how fast those thrusts had grown. No longer a slow, tapping impact, they became more of a drumbeat as Xavier pounded that fattened knot into his well-stretched hole again and again, bringing forth a slick, lewd sound of impact with every single stroke. The buck could only hold on as if afraid of being driven right down into the dirt, planted like a seed by all the power thrusting down into his comparatively delicate body.

Xavier gave another caw, and then more of a snarl. A much more feline sound this time, as he leaned his beak down beside Cherno's ear, even giving it a nip. Then his grip was on the deer's scruff, or as much as he could spare, catching him in the mating bite like a big cat with his female. Cherno let slip some embarrassing whimpers in response. Such desperate, broken noises they were, reminding him how he must have looked right then. But he couldn't deny Xavier any longer. He couldn't control the sensations being forced all through his body.

As powerful as it came, Cherno's orgasm wasn't a moment of triumph. It was of broken, shaking, shuddering defeat. He'd been seduced and rutted by a beast more than twice his size, and only then did his body truly realize it. His cumshot was strong enough to have recoil, making his hips jerk back into the air, making him slam himself against that knot while he emptied his balls all over himself. More and more seed was milked out of him by the thrusts continuing inside of him, leaving him a soaking, splattered mess as torrents of deer seed covered the earth beneath. And then he felt that telltale twitch running through every single inch of gryphon cock inside his rump.

It went along with a sharp snarl from the gryph, and he lunged forth to bury every inch he could fit inside that tight, curvy ass. The first burst was intensely hot, and so were all the others, gushing out audibly into the buck's butt, splattering down his thighs his balls as well as the gryphon's own. Xavier didn't just passively cum inside him either. He continued his pounding all through it, a process made extensively sloppy by all the seed already overflowing from beneath a short deer tail, spraying off in all directions with each thud. There was gryphon cum on the grass, on the soil, and it was even hitting the trees around them. The entire forest was getting marked down in the scent of their messy mating, until woods and buck alike were clearly designated as belonging to the gryph.

Cherno was bloated, sloshing, inflated some with all that cream. The heat and the pressure of being filled with it even milked out another orgasm. It was one he almost didn't want to have, even as he whined all through it. Overstimulated, hardly able to take further pleasure when he'd already made such a mess, he ended up squirming plenty as he squirted on himself a few more times. It grew watery by the end, which was no surprise considering the deep puddle he'd already formed. The gryph had fucked a solid indent in the dirt beneath with the impact of his thrusts, and that just meant there was more space for Cherno's cum to accumulate. He was half-immersed in it, near enough to swim. But he could only writhe.

Xavier's orgasm went on and on, not as intense once it died down to some thinner spurts, but the tension didn't leave his muscles. And his beak didn't loosen from Cherno's neck, ensuring the deer stayed exactly where he was until every single drop had been emptied inside of him. Only then did the gryph open his beak once more, and begin to rise from that nearly crushing pin. Cherno gasped out, and did his best to drag his tongue back into his mouth, but he hardly had any control over it. Numbness overtook his body to keep him from passing out in the afterglow, but he still felt one last rush of stimulation as the gryph began to pull back out.

The buck was utterly limp all through the process, leaving Xavier having to push down on his shoulders to keep from lifting him right up off the ground. His was partly softened by then, almost entirely coated in cum, but still twitched plenty. As if he was considering going for another round. Cherno just flopped down to the dirt once he was free from penetration, splatting down into the puddle he made while the gryph's cum overflowed from his rear. He was shivering, shaking, devastated but not at all harmed. Somehow that huge gryphon simply knew exactly how to rut him stupid without actually breaking him apart.

Though he couldn't move at all. He even wondered if he had suffered some sort of spinal injury given he couldn't feel his legs for a while, but the feeling came back eventually. He still didn't have much control over them, but he could wriggle and flop his hooves around in the cum at least. Some part of him wanted to say something, but he knew he couldn't properly sum up how he felt. In the end, drooling in the grass won out, while the gryphon loomed above his handiwork.

"A precious, devoted servant, with an utterly wonderful rump to breed. You are a very good druid, Cherno. Consider this part of nature greatly pleased with your offering. Of course, you do recall what happens next, I'm sure."

The buck perked up some, though not nearly quickly enough to dodge the incoming claws. Xavier snatched him up in a tight grip, clutching him by the antlers as he hoisted him into the air. Cherno could only limply dangle, dripping. He could feel cum running down to his hooves, while his stuffed belly jiggled and sloshed. His expression was deeply dazed until he was on eye level with the gryphon. That was when he started to remember. It had only been a little teasing, he thought. He had been mostly certain the whole time that submitting to the gryph didn't actually mean becoming his prey. But the gleam in Xavier's golden eyes was tickling at his cervine instincts in ways that made it hard to hold still.

Not that he could do anything about it. He wasn't even being held all that tightly, but he remained helpless. Any sort of fight had been fucked out of him. His vision was clearing, at least. Which just made it easier to watch the gryphon's tongue working along the edges of his beak, giving the shiny black surface even more of a sheen. Xavier was starting to drool just a bit, his dark tongue dripping as he regarded that cum-covered buck hanging there at his mercy. The lingering predatory glare making his heart flutter was what finally compelled Cherno to speak.

"But I... were you not satisfied? I can still give more. Anything you need!" came the buck's attempt to bargain his way out of the gryph's hungry gaze.

Xavier simply shook his head. "Very much the opposite. You were a wonderful plaything. Everything I wanted, you provided. And that is precisely why I need to eat you. Well, that, and it I know it'll feel incredible to digest such a noble guardian of all things natural and claim these woods for my own. But that is only part of it!"

Cherno raised his hands as if to shield himself from the oncoming beak as it gaped before him, hitting him with that humid breath he found so irresistibly alluring. He shouldn't have been turned on by such a sight in the slightest, given it was the gateway to oblivion. But Xavier's last few words really did strike him in a vulnerable spot. As good as this all had felt up until then, there was still always that sense of humiliation and defeat to be broken by the intruding beast. And something about it was firming him up again. A detail that did not go unnoticed.

"Ah, good. I knew you were lusting after the thought, as much as you denied it. I'll be sure to tell your peers that you were still hard when you slid down my gullet after so willingly submitting to my every whim. Wouldn't want them to think I was a cruel one now would I?"

Cherno just shook his head, trying to look away from the approaching maw as he was lowered into it. He clacked his hooves against the edges of that beak, trying to brace himself, to push away and resist the impending swallow. There really wasn't much left to do in protest. His best effort at struggling was decidedly weak. Xavier took his time, pushing on him, testing his balance as the buck teetered precariously above the humid gullet, watching it flexing in anticipation of consuming him. He could even hear the gryph's belly rumbling below, echoing up the darkness of his gullet, letting him know what a warm welcome he was sure to get.

And then he slipped. His balance faltered, and he plummeted hooves-first into Xavier's open jaws, soon immersed up to the waist as the bird's beak snapped shut around him. Not painfully, but firmly, keeping him trapped in place. That allowed the gryph to ravage Cherno's lower half with his tongue, slurping up the combined mess clinging to his fur. The buck could only squirm wildly as that muscular appendage worked relentlessly over his thighs, and right up between them. Xavier was swallowing down his own cum once he slurped up beneath that tail, tickling at the rump he'd mated, leaving Cherno to tilt his head back and huff towards the sky. He couldn't take it much longer.

Such a distraction was a prime opportunity for Xavier to slip his beak up higher. Cherno gasped out as he felt his hooves entering the slimy throat below, reaching his hands out to try to grasp at the gryph's beak and slow his descent. He just slipped in all the drool instead, plummeting straight down until he was half immersed in constricting gullet, squeezing at his numb ass, and his semi-firm cock. Which, despite the circumstances was only getting harder. Especially as it slickly slid along Xavier's inner flesh, grinding its way down towards the darkness as the gryphon ate him whole.

When the process paused for a time, and Xavier merely held him there, kneading his prey with fake swallows, Cherno felt a glimmer of hope. The gryph was such a tease. Maybe this was all just part of that. A little something to get him all worked up before spitting him back out with a hearty guffaw. The thought was just enough to make him relax a little, to take some of the tension out of his muscles and keep him from outright cramping up. And that was just enough to ensure he was even more shocked by the sudden plunge than he could have been if he was ready for it.

Xavier swallowed hard, with an elegant toss of his head that left Cherno flailing around within his beak for a time. And then down he went, dragged inwards by the overpowering muscles squeezing him from all sides. The gryphon finished him off with a singular, decisive swallow, sending the whole of his body into his gullet, letting it sag with his form for a moment until Cherno simply vanished behind the bird's feathery chest. The slick tube he was sliding down rushed past him, stimulating him so that he was helplessly erect by the time the outline of his form reemerged in Xavier's feline half, sagging his panther belly down. There wasn't really a clear sign of the buck's body there, either. More just some extra weight, swinging back and forth on impact, jiggling as the great gryphon reached down to playfully poke and prod at his captive prey.

The gryphon's innards were much more humid than his breath, though they shared a similar fragrance. If Cherno had to be honest, it was strangely pleasant in there. Perhaps owing to Xavier's taste for wild herbs. Of course, that didn't lessen the gravity of the situation any. Cherno had been swallowed alive, and if he didn't think of something quickly, it looked increasingly likely he was going to be digested while still conscious as well. There was plenty of air to keep him sustained all through the process, as heated as it was, even after the gryphon sighed out upon finishing his meal.

"Ahhh." Xavier was surely playing up his satisfaction to provoke Cherno further. "Every bit as delectable as I had hoped. I must admit, swallowing you is making me more than a little aroused again. More so with every squirm you give. Do your best to stay active, would you? For as long as you hold together."

That he so casually taunted Cherno with his impending fate made the buck start to really struggle, as much as he knew it would please the selfish predator. He kicked his hooves, and even tried to headbutt some. Maybe inside a lesser creature, those antlers would have been a problem. But Cherno just found himself ricocheting off the slippery walls when he attempted to do enough harm to change Xavier's mind about digesting him, his head ringing from the impact. There was nothing he could do, and his protests were only turning the gryphon on. Something that was made abundantly clear when he felt that fat cock pressing up against the gryph's underside, throbbing there against him, further pinning him in place.

To know Xavier was outright getting off on this kept Cherno kicking, and he even used up some of his precious air to voice his objection. "We're supposed to be on the same side! I'm supposed to... serve nature!"

Xavier sat down on his haunches, which allowed him to put even more pressure on his gut with his hard shaft. He was slowly grinding against the bulge of buck within him, hmmming and deeply groaning his delight in between words. "Nature can be harsh. It seems she has decided that you would better serve immersed in the digestives of a gryphon. I can't fault such a choice - you are bringing me pleasure and nutrition alike. Can the other druids claim to be as devoted as you?"

Cherno's voice simply got a whole lot softer in response. "You're ... not really going to digest me, are you?"

"Dear buck, I am already digesting you. And it feels orgasmic." He emphasized that with a sharp jab of his hips upwards, poking into the deer's softening form.

That was what made Cherno realize how much work those digestive fluids had already done on him. He was already falling apart, already disintegrating deep inside the hungry beast's gut. It didn't actually hurt any. It should have, but perhaps that was some small amount of mercy the gryphon was granting him. He was still gurgling him to nothing, still melting him down, piece by piece, spreading a damning numbness through Cherno's extremities that spread slowly towards his core. This was it. He was going to be little more than a bit of pudge upon a gryphon's gut, fate counting down the seconds to his messy end.

Those roiling fluids rose up hotly towards the buck's muzzle, threatening to take him under. He knew once he went beneath the surface, he wasn't coming up again. Not when so much of his ability to squirm had already been softened to the point of liquefied, removing his ability to struggle just as it removed the very meat from his bones. At least he couldn't see the surely gory process. He twitched and felt himself fading, the energy inside him dying down. His magic couldn't save him, and utterly destroyed like this, only the most powerful could ever hope to revive him. It was over, and a juicy symphony of glorps and glurks was the only fanfare for his impending doom inside Xavier.

Before he went under, he heard that proud voice come once more. The gryphon's tone was oddly soothing, as if trying to comfort him in his final moments. "Almost there, Cherno. Close your eyes and relax. Think of it as slipping into a hot bath. You're going to - nnnf, pardon me. You're going to make me cum when you stop twitching. I admit - that feeling is intoxicating. To know that it's over. That I have truly claimed my prey, and that they belong to my body now. But don't fret too much. I am far from done with you."

Those last words were ambiguous. They could have meant several things, but Cherno caught something in the way Xavier said them that gave him hope again. It was far too late to rescue him from digestion. But maybe that statement meant the gryph wasn't quite as merciless as he seemed. Eating him was a difficult thing to forgive, but if there was a chance it wasn't permanent, it wasn't their final encounter... then maybe Cherno might have been able to consider it an indulgence rather than just cruelty.

He didn't get much more time to consider it. Those digestives completely overtook him, flooding that noisy stomach. Cherno felt himself pulled this way and that, compressed by the powerful workings of the mighty gryphon's gut. A buck like him, no matter how empowered he might have been, had no chance. He was still made of meat. And thus, his every inch was stripped down to the bone until he was left twitching his very last. And just as Xavier said, it brought one more orgasm out of the ravenous bird to feel him finally stop moving.

The gryphon made sure to cum on as much of Cherno's territory as he could, marking it down even further than he had already. His hips stabbed at the air, as if humping an invisible someone, and he just cawed and growled while he emptied his fat nuts all over the untouched sanctuary of nature the buck had always fought valiantly to preserve. He hadn't damaged it any. Simply taken it for his own, while its guardian gurgled his way down into his intestines. Xavier licked his beak, smirked to himself, and finally just sighed once more.

He had the perfect place to rest for the night, after such a good meal. It looked like the forest had a new guardian, and a particularly large one at that. But he wouldn't dream of calling that single night enough with such a lovely deer. Cherno's body may have been utterly destroyed, restricting the usual resurrection magic from being effective. But a gryphon like Xavier, he had ways of making things happen. He'd never explain it, never reveal the full extent of what he could really do, but everyone knew gryphons were more than just simple beasts.

Xavier was going to make sure he saw the buck again, and would even invite him back into the very woods he'd stolen from him. But if Cherno thought a single night's devotion was enough to satisfy the gryphon's every appetite, then he was just going to have to be deeply, roughly, hungrily reminded who he belonged to now.