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"And that's the cave were we live." Araison motioned his draconic friend over to said cave with his beak. From the outside, it looked like the rocks had been washed smooth by rain, but that only meant that there were less bumps poking into ones hide when sleeping. "Not much, and it turns into a lake after a storm, but it's perfect otherwise." the gryphon blabbered, clearly avoiding _some_topic.

K'maal decided to indulge him "Tell me," the deep-grey dragon asked while they were walking towards the entrance. "How long have you two been together now?"

"Almost a year!" the gryphon beamed. Araison was practically skipping, the much smaller avian eager to bring his oldest friend up to date with recent events. "We met near the Rainpeaks. It was her territory, but with my natural charm, I convinced her that we could share."

The dragon chuckled. "Convinced her just how exactly? Admit it, you scooted around on your knees, begging her to let you stay until she took pity on you."

The gryphon's crown feathers floofed up in mock indignation. "Me? On my knees? Never!"

"So you're telling me that you _did_beg her until she took pity on you," K'maal chuckled, adding, "Even if it wasn't on your knees."

The avian stammered "Oh you...you...just shut that big mouth of yours! Can't even properly boast before you..."

The drake craned his neck down to rub his cheek over the smaller birds' flank. With being nearly thrice as big, the dragon had to stretch quite far for that. "Aw, don't start sulking on me now. I just missed doing this. You'll get back at me, I'm sure your mate hasn't kept you preoccupied enough that you _forgot_how to linguistically spar with me, right?"

"Just listen to yourself! Did you spend the time since I last saw you with those human scholars? You sound like you should be wearing clothes and one of those Seeing Crystals on your snout!" Now it was the gryphon's turn to snicker.

"Oh please. Why would I want to hide _this_under clothing?" the dragon said as he reared his neck and stretched his wings, showing of his entrancing grey scales and translucent wing membranes.

"Because people get bored when they look at you. With some flashy clothing you could at least _look_interesting. Anyway, here we are. Marlina, where are you? I brought a visitor!" Araison called into the cave.

The cave's entrance was big enough to allow the sun illuminate a large portion of the cave proper. Slowly, a winged figure stepped forward from the shadows. Marlina, Araisons' mate, was carefully walking forward, slowed by the expansive size of her midsection. The pregnant gryphoness regarded the dragon with curiosity and mild wariness.

She looked him up and down. "So this is the friend you've been telling me so much about? Hm. I didn't actually believe you when you were telling me that your best buddy was a dragon."

Araison's beak split apart in a wide grin. "Told you so. K'maal and I have known each other since we were hatchlings! We haven't seen each other for a while now, but I told you, I caught his scent!"

The off-white gryphoness regarded her mate excitedly bouncing up and down, then turned back to the dragon. "Nice to meet you, K'maal. It's...unusual to say the least for a dragon and a gryphon to be such close friends."

The grey male bowed his head in greeting. "True, but Araison and I have always been little oddballs. But why are we talking about me?" He beamed at the male "You didn't tell me you were becoming a father, you sneaky bird. Congratulations are in order!"

"I..." Araison abashedly stepped from one claw into the other "It didn't feel right just blurting that out to you. And you probably wouldn't even have believed me..." He looked away.

Only to have a massive dragon skull come down on top of him. "There are some things you don't joke about, and one of those is parenthood" K'maal said while rubbing over the avian with his scaled snout. "You cheeky little devil, starting a family all on his own. And what a beautiful mate you have chosen!"

"At least on that we can agree" the white bird grunted as wiggled out from under the larger males' ministrations "Now stop trying to squash me!"

The grey male rolled onto his side, letting off the gryphon and flopping down onto the ground. Marlina waddled up to her mate and rubbed against him. "I must thank you for your flattery, dragon. Although if I were to boast about a dragon calling me beautiful, I'd likely meet a similar fate as my dear mate here, met with skepticism and incredulity." Her voice was soft and soothing. And slightly tired.

K'maal narrowed his eyes. "You seem exhausted. Is your pregnancy that taxing? How far along are you now? You look like you could drop your clutch any moment." He glanced at Araison. "You shouldn't allow her to walk around," he chastised, "she should be resting, not stumbling about to greet strange dragons."

Araison gave an exasperated sigh. "I guess you're right. Well then, my Heartfeather, back to the nest!"

"You mean I waddled all the way here from the back end of the cave, just to turn around and walk back immediately?"

The male gryphon started stammering but K'maal cut in: "She is right of course. You can curl up to me and let me keep you warm and sheltered. I can't vouch for how comfortable my scales are, but your mate always quite enjoyed rubbing against them. I..."

The male dragon was interrupted by his stomach giving a loud rumble. "Oh, I guess I should find something to hunt..."

Araison interrupted him. "Oh no, I can't let my guest hunt his own food! You two stay here; I'll find us a stag to eat." He nuzzled against his mate's flank. "Just don't start laying without me, you hear me?" His beak went over the barrel of Marlinas' belly lower towards her haunches, and was promptly swatted away by a hindpaw.

"Ututut, talons off the udders! That milk is for the hatchlings, not for greedy and rude gryphons like you!" the female giggled. Looking suitably chastised if not for the smirk adorning his beak, the male mumbled something about not being greedy as he took off for the hunt.

******

"Well, at least you make for a decent pillow" Marlina chuckled, snuggled up against K'maals' scaled underbelly "You're almost as warm as the springs down by the lake." She was laying on her side, head resting against his body, her clutch-filled belly resting on the ground and her swollen milk-reservoir propped up by a hindleg.

"Me? But a pillow?" the grey male theatrically put a paw on his heart "You wound me, but for a young mother, I shall bear it without complaint."

"You know, I understand why you and Araison became friends. You're both just giant goofballs." She rubbed against his underside and sighed. "Giant, warm goofballs."

"Glad I can at least be good for something," the dragon smiled, gently rubbing his tapered skull over her form. "Your mate always liked to have me around as a heat blanket, so you're not the first." He dragged his wet tongue over her neck.

"Ehm, what are you doing?" the flustered gryphoness asked.

"Grooming you of course," the grey male responded. "I always did that for your mate when we were little and he snuggled up against me, the little bird. And you probably don't have such an easy time cleaning yourself, given your..." he trailed off, waving his snout at her form. "Ahem, condition. So why don't you let me take care of that?"

"I suppose," she mumbled, a bit unsure but unable to deny that the grey dragons' long, dexterous tongue felt quite pleasing ruffling through her feathers. Sighing happily, she closed her eyes and leaned back, dozing off in the warm embrace of the dragon.

She was jerked back to reality when she felt something blazingly hot slide up between her legs. Opening her eyes, she found that K'maal had sat himself up and was dragging his tongue over her bloated, sensitive udder. With the swollen mound of flesh nearly filled to bursting with nutritious milk, and with her pregnancy being at its peak, she was incredibly sensitive in that whole area.

"What-gah, what are you doing? You-agh, you don't have to clean down the_eeeaaarg_!" Marlina was silenced by the drake shoving the tip of his tongue into her puffy cunt, the organ having remained untouched since her pregnancy started to show. She squealed as that vicious, pink thing wedged itself into her vulva, wings jerking on the ground.

A strong paw gripped her hindleg and rolled her fully onto her back. Trembling, she looked down at the K'maal crouched low to the ground, his head just visible beyond the twin mounds of her egg- and milk storage.

The grey dragon clicked his tongue appreciatively as he admired her bloated form. The skin of her belly was stretched taut from the size of her clutch, the short feathers barely able to cover her skin. A beautiful monument to fertility.

Much more to the dragons' interest was the second monument her body erected. That full, heavy udder, pulsating in time with her heartbeat, gurgling and bubbling with that delightful milk, more than enough to ensure the raising of a strong and healthy clutch. The fleshy mound was almost overflowing, but not a drop spilled from the four engorged, quivering nipples. K'maals tongue had made the sensitive organ tremble, but not yet caused it to spill its burden.

And just below what was Marlinas' bright-red, glistening snatch, sensitive from her pregnancy, throbbing with need and weeping tears of arousal. Despite the fact that the gryphoness already had a clutch, she couldn't deny her bodies basest desires.

"Damn that looks nice," the dragon said, fangs gleaming as his maw was split by a grin.

Marlina squawked in protest as she was yanked up by her hind legs. Dangling upside-down from the dragon's paws, she could only flail around helplessly as he sat down, his scaled belly pressing up against her bloated one. The dragon gave her no time to recover as he wrenched his tongue back between her scalding lips, causing the hen to yowl and thrash. Her mate wasn't nearly as big as this one's tongue, and he couldn't even hope match the dexterity with which it flicked inside her vaginal walls. "Stop! Wha-what's gotten into you?" she managed to pant out. He had been so nice and tender before, but now he was just picking her up and using her like she was some thing.

"Hm? Oh!" He lazily looked her in the eye, his own seemingly bare of any emotion. "This here," he said, nodding towards her soaked crotch, "just looked so damn delicious, I couldn't help myself." He paused, staring at her nethers and mumbled: "So damn delicious..."

Marlina whined. She had heard that dragons could become quite...forceful when horny, but she hadn't expected this at all from a friend of Araison. Her mate would be furious! Not to mention, how could K'maal get aroused enough to force himself upon her when she was a prime example of a content mother? Any intelligent being's instinct should be to protect her, keep her safe, cradle her - not thinking with his cock.

His cock. The gryphoness leaned her neck back, peering down towards the dragons hindlegs. Whether intentionally or merely coincidence, the way the dragon sat on the ground, legs spread for stability, he was giving her a first-row view of his male goods.

Mesmerized, she watched his dick grow from half-mast, each pulse of his heart firming up the bright-purple rod up a bit more. She couldn't help but gape in fascination at this odd member. Gryphons had straight, smooth, knotted cocks, but this one was curved, almost looking prehensile, lined with vicious, rubbery barbs, and it was huge. Of course there was a natural difference in size between dragons and gryphons, the former being several times larger. But even then, compared to his body, it seemed comically large. It reached almost halfway up his belly for god's sake!

_Surely he can't mean to penetrate me with that,_she thought. He was so large, he could dig that cock into her womb with ease. She doubted she could take it even if she wasn't gravid like a fertility goddess. She was so lost in her worries that she didn't notice K'maal steadying his grip on her, claws grasping her flanks tightly. And his gaze lingering on something different that her puffy snatch.

"I hope you don't intend to-_graaaaaargh!"_She was silenced by the dragon's maw clamping down on her full, swollen udder. Due to gryphons being creatures with beaks, their mammary parts worked a bit differently. The hatchlings would nip at the robust nipples, and then let their mother squirt her milk into their open maws. Even a little direct stimulation quickly made those sensitive jugs leak and lactate, and the pleasant tingle of nursing was meant to encourage the mother to produce even more milk.

Marlina had taken care not to let her udder leak ever since it had started swelling. She hadn't let her mate nip at it, despite his repeated, timid tries, and when moving she had put great attention on walking slowly as to not let her hind legs squeeze against it, and she had always lain down and stood up slowly, with great care. She had been determined to provide her clutch with the biggest, healthiest nursing she could possibly provide.

And now the grey male had closed his maw over two of her four nipples, and all the flesh around them.

GLURP!

One might have thought of an ejaculation, given the sight. But it was merely a release of long stored-up pressure that caused white, nutritious milk spurt and splatter from her the throbbing mound of soft flesh. Marlina screeched and wailed at the sudden rush of sensation, drowning out the rumbling purr emanating from the dragon's throat.

Two thick, luscious stream of white leapt straight down his throat, with two more splashing against the scales of his neck. Sweet, rich milk was running down his his gullet and his grey front, drenching his body. The dragon growled in delight as the thick, sugary fluid coated his tongue. It tasted better than anything he had ever tasted before, the creamy, gloopy milk ripened to perfection inside the gryphoness' udder.

"Agh! Sto-gah-STOP! Tha-agh-that isn't for you, stop this-argh-madness now! What's gotten into you?" She wanted to thrash and writhe, but in K'maal's strong grip, she could only wiggle feebly as he plundered her milk storage. As if to mock her, he even wasted half of it, the fluid supposed to ensure the health of her hatchlings now only feeding the ground. "_A-agh,_stop it, you bastard..."

He stopped his suckling, pulling off her teats with a wet _gush_and a spout of white, leaving her udder to throb and pulse on its' own. The dragon looked at her with unreadable eyes. Softly, he said: "You know, you really ought to learn when you should shut up." Then he plunged her open beak down on his cock.

Marlina squealed as in an instant her throat was filled with hot flesh and reeking male musk. In a corner of her mind she was glad that the dragon didn't seem intent on making her swallow his whole length, being content with having just a bit over half stuffed warm and tight inside of her. With so much dragon meat lodged inside her throat, she had trouble breathing, and those wicked barbs, which surely would have felt like heaven in a females' vagina, caused her to gag and almost retch around his member. Then he started to move.

Not much, fortunately for her. He seemed to be aware of the limitations of her body and was content with simply pumping her up and down his spire with short motions. She could only squeal as he resumed his oral ministrations. Taking her nipples back in his maw, he continued to rob her eggs of their milk, uncaring. After all, the consequences would be rather meager for him - he was not the one who would have to feed the hatchlings after all. But what would Araison say? He wouldn't be able to call the dragon a friend anymore after that.

She shuddered and trembled around his log of dragon meat as he moved from her udder to her pussy, from her sweet lactation to her salty arousal. She couldn't believe just how aroused she had gotten. Here she was, raped by a strange dragon, her body used and plundered, and yet her cunt couldn't stop gushing colorless slime.

She felt something dripping on the underside of her beak. From the corners of her eyes, she could just make out spurting nipples, not used, not fed from, just spurting their payload into the air and staining her fur with their sweet, sticky fragrance. Salty tears started rolling out of the corners of her eyes, but whether it was from sorrow or simply caused by K'maal's dick was impossible to say.

She could have fed her freshly hatched children for days, the randy little gryphlets simply sitting in front of her udder and practically bathing in her nutritious milk. She had looked forward to relieving that pressure pushing against her feral breasts in the way it was meant to. But in the end, her body didn't care, gladly accepting the granted opportunity to squeeze out all of her stored-up fluid. Her throbbing udder cared little that there were no tiny, hungry mouths to feed, or even just one huge, greedy one. All the same, it expelled her overflowing milk from its' fleshy home and into the air.

And her body was ecstatic about what was done to her. Someone was going to pay for this.

Her burning snatch was gushing and squeezing around K'maals' tongue, squirting in tandem with each vigorous throb of her udder. The dexterous organ was scraping and dragging over her canal in all the right ways, the rough texture making her clench and squelch. And squelch. And squelch.

SHKLURP!

Marlinas eyes bugged out. Something inside her lurched. Her whole body start jerking, shivering on its' own volition. What was happening to her? What had he done?

A spurt of thin, watery juices splashed against the dragons' muzzle. Something with quite the unique taste. He grinned. "Mhhhhm, both your cunt and your udder are quite the treat my dear bird." He licked his chops. "But now you're giving me a taste of your womb as well? Why thanks for that!"

Her womb? But that meant-!

She was laying her clutch. Whether she would have done so anyways, or the dragon had caused her to drop it prematurely, she couldn't tell. But right now, her womb was boiling, straining to lay her young, but with her hanging upside down in the dragons' grip, and throat stuffed with his cock, that would prove rather difficult. She had to focus on breathing through her nostrils, lest she pass out, and was in no situation to focus on her eggs. Hopefully he would be done with her soon. Taking revenge on the drake moved to the second place of her current priority list She just had to drop her clutch, everything else she could worry about later.

Then, his voice carried to her through the haze in her mind: "Although I suppose that also means that I'm gonna have to finish up." And with that, he took her entire udder in his maw.

She could only groan and sputter around his dick as his hot maw engulfed her quivering flesh. She could feel him suckling, taking deep, deep gulps of her essence, which was so copiously flooding his mouth. But she couldn't think about that, not now. Every fiber of her body was focused on clinging to consciousness while the pressure inside her grew and she was choking on dragon-meat.

K'maal for his part was getting close to his own, much simpler release. He might not be able to bury as much of his prick in something warm as he'd have liked, but her beak was doing well enough for him, and the "drinks" she provided him with had been more than satisfactory - and arousing. High time he repaid her in kind.

The gryphoness could practically feel her cervix yawning open, more than ready to drop her clutch, but gravity made that impossible. Just as she thought it could not possibly get worse, she felt the dragons' cock firming up. She dreaded what this disgusting creature was about to do to her.

But she was actually lucky, in a way. K'maal was lodged deep inside her, so deep that he simply came straight down her throat, sparing her the trouble of having to swallow. He closed his eyes and exhaled contently around her udder as he pumped wave after wave of thick, gloopy sperm straight into her stomach, the poor bird still having to focus on breathing. She could only endure this onslaught until the dragon finally pulled her off.

Marlina coughed as thick, white sludge spilled from her beak. For a moment, her eyes caught the greys' still proudly bobbing spire, before she was distracted again by her own problems. "Please..." she groaned hoarsely "I need to lay..." This bastard better help her, after all, this was mostly his fault.

"I suppose that's true" the dragon said with a somber voice as he flipped her around, holding her on her back in his paws, and at last, gravity was on her side. Hips pumping, she glanced down at her body, terrified for a moment at the sight of her deflated udder. The once plump, firm flesh had become a saggy bag, almost entirely empty of her sweet, nutritious essence. Before she could linger on the consequences though, she felt her first egg slipping through her cervix and into her vaginal tunnel. She groaned as the smooth orb made its way through her admittedly well-lubricated tunnel.

"Not so fast..." K'maal mumbled with sneer and a glint in his eyes. "Those are gonna stay inside. I can't stand two-course meals..." Before she had the opportunity to ponder over what he just said, his tongue dove back between her folds. And straight against her egg.

While her motherly contractions were powerful, they were no match for a tongue belonging to a creature so much larger than herself. The egg was roughly forced back the way it came, despite the gryphoness' indignant squeals of protest. Back through her cervix it went as her tunnel clenched down around the males' tongue, seeking to squeeze out an orb that was no longer there. "What are you doing....?" she chirped weakly.

Then she saw it. The dragons' dark, open maw, looming in front of her. And her small, feathery body was pulled towards it. K'maal gave her a look as if to say 'What does it look like?' before he wrapped his tongue around her hind legs and began pulling her in, down his pink, seemingly endless gullet.

"What? No! NO!" she shrieked "You can't possibly mean that! You can't eat me!" He very much intended to do so though, pulling her feathery form deeper and deeper into his maw, relishing his meal. Then another voice rang through the cave, a voice which made relief wash over Marlina as she heard it.

"What the hell are you doing!?" Araison stood there, beak agape at the scene before him, the carcass of a deer lying forgotten behind him. Marlina felt a wave of relief wash over her. Her mate had returned, now he could stop this madness.

"Ru a charor o chur" K'maal mumbled with a full maw. He somehow didn't seem at all fazed by his friend catching him devouring his mate.

"A...a favor? What do you mean?" the gryphon stammered.

"Araison! Help me!" Marlina cried out "I'm laying our clutch right now, you have to help me get out of that friend of yours before any of our eggs end up in his stomach!"

The male gryphon gasped. "You're laying right now?"

"Yes, I started when this bastard used me like some toy. Now please, hurry up before any of our children end up in his stomach!"

But Araison didn't move. He merely gaped at his childhood friend devouring his mate with an odd expression on his face. "You...you're eating my mate...and our clutch..."

To the gryphoness' confusion and horror, a smile appeared on her mates' beak. "Wow! Thanks K'maal!" He flopped down on his haunches, not moving an inch to stop the dragon.

"Wh-what? What are you doing? What in the god's name are you doing Araison?" Marlina couldn't believe her eyes. What was he up to?

"Weeell..." the male gryphon awkwardly scratched the ground with a claw "As he said, K'maal is doing me a favor. You see, I was never really fond of hatchlings." She stared at him incredulously as he continued. "I saw what my little brothers and sisters did to my parents. Always needing attention, always up to something, always looking for trouble. To be honest, I wasn't really looking forward to that."

His mate merely stared at him with wide eyes. What was he saying? "K'maal knows that, no surprise considering how often he got an earful from me. Now, I could hardly leave you, now could I? I had already resigned myself to keep a bunch of hyperactive featherballs in check." He smiled, to her horror. "But it seems that K'maal is taking care of that for me!"

"W-what do you mean?" Panic rose in Marlina. He couldn't possibly intend to do what she thought he would.

"Well if he eats you and our clutch right now, I won't have to worry about anything! Aw, don't look at me like that. At least you had some fun before, looks like." He gestured towards the puddle of white on the ground.

"No, no, please, you can't do this-akh!" She was interrupted by another contraction of her body, seeking to force her eggs out. "You can't! Whatever happened to you and me raising our clutch together? To all of us soaring through the skies together?"

"Ah well, can't always have everything you want to happen. You win some you lose some, and you, my dear Heartfeather, unfortunately lost." He smiled at her and shrugged. "But hey, at least I get my happily ever after, don't I?"

Marlina whimpered while the dragon slowly pulled her deeper and deeper into his maw. Only her upper body was barely peeking out anymore, her foreclaws finding no grip on the dragons' slippery teeth. "No....no..." she mewled "Don't do this! I-I'll claw your throat open, I'll tear your stomach out, I swear!"

Araison chuckled. "Good luck with that! I once dared K'maal that he couldn't eat a whole bundle of Razorweed. Bastard practically asked for more when he wolfed it down. You won't do much to him, I'm afraid."

"Please..." she sobbed "at least save the eggs..."

The male simply shrugged at her. "K'maal would have to spit you out for that again, and I don't think he wants to bother, right?" The dragon nodded his head in affirmation, the motion sliding the hen further into his gullet. Tears were flowing freely down Marlinas' face.

"Please..." was all she said without asking for anything anymore as she fully entered the dragons' throat, his jaws closing above her. She could hear Araison cheerfully calling out to her.

"Goodbye then my Heartfeather! I'm sorry that this is how it ended, but I hope you don't have any hard feelings!" Then, Kmaal's mouth closed around her and she slid through a narrow, fleshy tunnel into a slightly larger, rancid cavern. Hot, burning liquid was nipping at her feathers all around her. She twitched again and could feel the first egg peeking from her lower lips.

She sobbed. Her body was still hellbent on dropping her clutch, but she couldn't muster the strenghth for any conscious effort anymore. Her clutch was as doomed as she was either way, just food for a dragon. And her mate was happy about it. Crying, she closed her eyes as she waited for the end.

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K'maal licked his lips. "Aaaaah, that was delicious! Drink and dinner in one, marvelous I must say." Araison had watched with awe as the bulge that used to be his mate slid down his throat and disappeared into his gut. His friends appetite, and his capability to sate his appetite had always astounded him.

"Well, I guess I'm gonna have to eat that deer alone then." He paused, thinking of something. "And I'm gonna have to find a new hen to mount, I suppose. Well, bother..."

"Ah, don't worry about that!" the dragon said as he rubbed his skull over Araisons' feathers. "I already found a new one for you! A fine young thing, with brown and white feathers." he grinned mischievously at the gryphon. "And a nice, tight cunt if I can be a judge from a distance."

"Oh wow, you did?" The gryphon beamed. "Thanks! You really are a good friend!" Then he grew less enthusiastic. "Although...what if that one comes down with a clutch too?"

"Don't worry," K'maal said jovially. "I can help you out with that as well. After all, that's what friends are for."