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A lonely life wasn’t necessarily a bad one, as far as Arreker was concerned.

It had its drawbacks, of course. Living alone in the mountains meant fewer chances for conversation, greater risks that an injury would render one unto their maker, and it certainly meant fewer opportunities to partake of activities best performed with more than one person. He would hardly have called it perfect. On the other hand...there were no greedy twits trying to take you for all you were worth, snide passersby insulting you with their very gaze, and no one stabbing you in the back at the worst possible moment. So, ups and downs, but to the black-and-white tiger-striped gryphon, it was worth it. He could go to town when he felt like it, and that wasn’t very often - being a hunter and gatherer with no need for much beyond what he already had, it usually was a waste of time.

Today was no different from any other day for him - he was out and about with his spear and his satchel, looking to gather food for the coming days. He kept decent stores so it wasn’t a big deal if he didn’t come back with a big hunting prize, he could gather from bushes and trees for fruits and nuts just fine. In his area of the mountains, food and water were plentiful, so he was rarely wanting unless he got laid up for an extended period of time, and that had only happened once in his eight years living on his own. Having a natural affinity for magic didn’t hurt either, hastening his recovery, allowing him less risk when hunting, and adding charms to preserve food for longer all helped ensure his life was a comfortable one.

The real learning curve, though, had been what NOT to eat. And as he passed by a couple bushes with rather brightly-colored berries, he was reminded that the wrong selection could do him in faster than anything else. Learning to identify safe from toxic was hard, because not everything gave an obvious sign...he’d gotten sick from the wrong herbs and fruits before, and those were experiences he was in no hurry to repeat. Some had particularly nasty effects - he’d heard of an unfortunate soul who’d died in cramping agony after a fruit from the wrong tree had destroyed his stomach, and another who had no more feeling in his legs after mistaking a highly toxic herb for an edible one. Arreker had learned that if it looked suspicious, or there was too much risk of confusion, to just stay away. No taste was worth one’s life.

He was in an area now that he hadn’t really spent much time in...it was a bit afield from his home, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t constrain himself. Both goodness and danger could be found in mysterious areas, but danger had a tendency to expand its boundaries - better forewarned than blindsided. If it was too dangerous, he would just stay away and prepare for any potential conflict with wildlife that was more than the usual food. But this area hadn’t been too bad...apart from some definitely suspect plant life, but that didn’t tend to spread so quickly.

When he heard the sound at first, he thought it was an animal - some kind of larger game, not a bad hunting prize, and he tightened his grip on his spear. A nice deer would give him meat for months...true, he was still working on the last one, but it wasn’t going to last forever. He kept his steps quiet as he approached the apparent source of the noise...but then he heard it again, and his ears perked up. That...is not a beast. That...is most certainly the sound of a thinking creature in discomfort.

That was unusual. True, it wasn’t entirely unprecedented for others to reach up into the mountains, but there were only a couple of places that were usually of interest to them. In this area? Arreker was the only thing of any real interest, and virtually no one knew him to any degree to want to pursue him. An interloper wasn’t exactly something he wanted to deal with, but perhaps better now than being caught off-guard. Besides, if he was incapacitated, well, then it wouldn’t be much of a trial to address him.

As he stepped through the brush, he could see signs of a makeshift campsite - a stone circle for a fire, though there was naught but ash within, and signs that it had been lived in for at least a night. But the much more notable sight was the human moaning with his back against a tree...who was feverishly masturbating. Just a human alone was odd enough, they were especially unlikely to traverse the mountains, especially alone, and his choice of activity was also not something he would have expected. However, the oddest thing was that, despite the fact that he was apparently pleasuring himself, he sounded tortured rather than enamored.

It was all too strange, he would have to at least figure out what was going on. “Are you all right?” he asked as he stepped into the campsite. The human didn’t stop what he was doing, a sign that whatever was compelling him to do this was overwhelming any sense of modesty or shame.

“It hurts...I need...but I can’t…” Each word was strained, agonized, clearly he wasn’t right. Something was severely distressing him...and then Arreker saw it. The orange-and-yellow speckled fruit, one of which was reduced to little but a core and another half-eaten.

Satyr’s Plum. Well, shit.

That was one he’d thankfully learned to stay away from without needing personal experience. He’d seen a couple of those trees on the mountains, though always a fair ways from his house, and he was glad to keep them away. Eating the Satyr’s Plum was bad news - there were chemicals which inflamed the lust to uncontrollable levels, and make masturbation basically impossible, causing the muscles to constrict badly if contact was made, blocking orgasm. Which was especially bad because fluid release was the only way to purge the toxin, and if it wasn’t purged it could do serious damage to the gonads. Only males were susceptible, although there was a sister strain with a similar yet distinct effect on females; in either case, the only remedy was vigorous sex with someone else. Naturally, one who lived alone would want to avoid that at all costs, so Arreker had always been on the lookout and avoided anything that even looked kind of like a Satyr’s Plum.

“You’d better stop that, that’s only making it worse. You ate Satyr’s Plum, it doesn’t let you jerk yourself like that...you’re risking entrenching the poison.”

“Ah...but...I...I can’t…” The human clearly made an effort, but the lust was too strong for him...he’d had more than one, that was probably why. Sighing, he leaned down and grabbed the human’s arms, easily holding them away while he squirmed with need. He was a good two feet taller than the human and quite a bit heavier and more muscular...there was certainly no reason to fear him even outside of his addled state.

“Calm down. Tell me your name.”

“T-tolbi...please…”

“Right, Tolbi. My name is Arreker. And you have to try to stop yourself...there are some means of self-relief that might help, but you can’t be touching yourself there. The more you do, the more the poison leeches in...it can make the effects unending, or even destroy your cock and balls entirely so they have to be removed.”

“Ah...I d-don’t...want that...but...gods, I...I need it...so badly...s-something...to c-cool me down…”

“You can fashion something out of a tree branch to work your anus...so long as you don’t touch yourself you might be able to get off and get it out of your system. But you’ll definitely want to round it off first so you don’t damage anything…”

“I-I-I can’t do that I don’t have the time I need it NOW…” Tolbi’s eyes snapped open, he looked up frantically at Arreker. “Y-you! Arrek! Please! H-help me! You can...you can fuck me, I won’t care!”

Arreker scowled down at him. “Really now. I’m not here to be at a human’s beck and call. You can’t expect me to just do that for nothing.”

“It’s fine! I’ll do anything for you, anything! J-just, please help!”

“Anything? You don’t know what you’re getting into. I don’t enjoy sex unless I’m in total control. I’m not gentle, I don’t go easy, and I don’t tolerate disobedience. You’d be in for a very harsh time compared to what others might give you.” All very much the truth, and one reason Arreker wasn’t exactly pining for company in that fashion - there were extremely few willing to indulge such a position for any length of time. “Wouldn’t you rather ram a stick up there than have to put up with my tastes?”

“No!” burst out Tolbi. “I don’t care! I’ll be your slave as long as it takes to get rid of this! Please! I c-can’t, I don’t know how to do the stick thing and I won’t be able to stop myself at all! I’ll do whatever you want, whatever it takes!”

Well, if he was so insistent...Arreker might make him regret that insistence, though. “Fine, just remember what you agreed to.” He lifted Tolbi and flipped him over on the ground, keeping a tight lock on the human’s wrists - something he would do even if there wasn’t a purpose, he loved a helpless partner. Since Tolbi was already nude, there was nothing preventing him from taking what he wanted, right then and there, except his own lack of arousal. Which was quickly sated with the presence of a uselessly squirming individual under his claws...in spite of himself, a fearsome grin was growing on his face. It had been quite some time since he’d found someone to indulge his tastes for even a night...if he wasn’t careful, he might enjoy this too much.

His thick, pointed, barbed member was out in a hurry, a tool that probably might have inspired fear in Tolbi had he not been so needing. Arreker’s free hand yanked the human’s legs apart, and without so much as a warning he rammed his cock in, burying it just over halfway on the first thrust - less than he had intended, but it was just so TIGHT that it even put him to pause. Tolbi had let out a quiet, startled cry, but not one of the pain Arreker might have expected...the burn in his gonads might have distracted from that.

With another forceful effort, he shoved in up to the surface of his slowly swelling knot, growling pleasantly at the supreme tightness around his dick. This was one of the few things he did wish for more of in his life of isolation, not enough to convince him to abandon it but enough that it kept him frustrated some nights. Nothing could replicate the feeling of a living creature wrapped around one’s cock...and he wasn’t about to sink to using beasts, so he had precious few chances. To say nothing of one agreeing to let him be as rough and powerful as he desired, that was even rarer. And judging from the soft, strained, yet undeniably relieved moan from the human, it was working for him, too. He was probably finally feeling some kind of pleasure in that poisoned dick of his...how long had he been wallowing in the torment? Maybe too long. There was no way to know for now.

His hand let go of the human’s leg and wrapped around his body, holding Tolbi into his fur and feathers as he started to hump with feverish intensity. Absolutely nothing about his frenzied pounding was gentle or romantic - such things merely irritated Arreker, he got no stimulation out of them. No, it was the raw fury of power and control that triggered him, of smashing through a tight hole and ravaging their insides raw with his barbs, rendering them utterly unable to refuse anything he demanded. Each thrust was almost vicious, punctuated by a predatory growl and a flex of claws against bare human skin, not piercing but distinctly poking. Exactly what he liked to imagine...well, one variant of it, anyway. It was making him all the hotter that he could go all out, and that meant his precum was flowing freely, staining the passage he was plowing and making it all the easier to reap what he wished from it.

As the wild ride continued, he expected to hear Tolbi start to protest from the pressure on his body, in and out. But the human’s cries continued to be tinged with pleasure, pleasure that steadily grow in saturation if not in volume as the breathless man strained underneath him. In fact Arreker was almost certain he was even pushing back into him...the fruit was making him that desperate to get off, maybe even needed the sheer power that Arreker offered. Maybe a stick wouldn’t have helped him after all.

He felt a sudden clench and slightly louder cry - Tolbi had hit his limit, startlingly quickly. The furious convulsions around his cock almost sent HIM over the edge right then and there, it felt like the human’s whole body was twisting to try to purge the poison from him. Yet, the production was minute, his constricted cock hadn’t had a true proper release, just a bit of cum escaping the clog...definitely some removal of poison but probably not enough.

Yet, Arreker wasn’t in a state to consider beyond that - he was incredibly close, his lack of attention in this fashion had him pent up and ready to go off earlier than normal. And he didn’t really feel like holding anything back...with a sound somewhere between a caw and roar, he slammed in one final time, his muscles forcing that thick knot at his back to stretch the human’s ass open wide and then snap shut around him. Only then was the gryphon content to let himself release, pulsing thick gushes of musky semen deep inside Tolbi’s body, making him moan as he was flooded. It was as robust as the human’s had been limited, each shot packed its way inside him and added to the incredible pressure within his body. He squirmed feebly under the gryphon’s grip, body trying to make space it didn’t seem to have to fit more gryphon jizz into him.

Arreker rolled and sat up, holding Tolbi tight against his body still, but releasing his wrists. They feel limply to the side, a good sign for him...he had half-suspected that they would return to that furious masturbation. “Is it gone?”

“N-no...not...gone...but...less…” Tolbi was panting so hard, barely able to get the words out, though maybe partly because of the pressure building inside him from Arreker’s seed. Or maybe the tight hold around him was making it tougher for him to get air. Or maybe it was exhaustion. Or maybe all of it. Whatever it was, Arreker approved.

“Then I’ll have to keep fucking you. But not here...I’d rather take this somewhere less exposed. If you object, I’ll leave you here to suffer.”

“P-please, don’t...I’ll go wherever I need to go. Just...more, please.”

“Hmph.” He tried to sound put out, but Arreker couldn’t hide his grin. “More is what you’ll get, and you’ll have no idea how much you got yourself into…”

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It probably hadn’t taken long for Tolbi to figure out how much he’d gotten into. Certainly not after the various ways Arreker had indulged himself on the human...and how many other ways he’d promised to.

As he stepped inside his house, Arreker was greeted to the sight of the human sleeping his floors. Naked still, except for the collar around his neck, the only thing he was allowed to wear most of the time. He liked that kind of look, it seemed proper for someone in his position. “Keeping busy while I’m away, are you?”

“Y-yes, sir.” It sounded nervous but the shy smile and blush from Tolbi told a different story. Arreker had to admit, he was impressed with how well the human kept up with his indulgences...he didn’t think he’d heard a single complaint in three weeks. “It gets me moving around...and I know I won’t be doing much of that now that you’re back.”

“You’ve figured me out, have you?” Arreker smirked briefly, but his expression turned back to a serious one as he knelt and raised a hand to the human’s cock. Tolbi let out a soft cry at even the slightest touch of the gryphon’s finger, and he could see the flesh convulse and tighten. “No change.”

“N-no, sir...it’s still...not softening or letting me touch it.”

“I see. At this point, three weeks in, the poison can’t be in your system anymore. I think the damage is done...they still work, but your organ was altered by the poison, it won’t handle contact anymore. It’s ingrained, there won’t be any getting it out now.”

“So it’s true...I must have caused that by being unable to control myself. There’s no way to undo it?”

“I did look into remedies, but it’s a very peculiar poison that doesn’t respond to general antidotes or spells. The only actual way to undo it is genital shifting, and even then, it would only be a cure insofar as you stayed that way...if you shifted back it would return you to the state you left it in.”

Tolbi nodded. “I understand...thank you for trying. I’m sorry I imposed on you like that.”

“Well, it happens. Are you planning to leave, then?”

Arreker fully expected that to be a yes, and was surprised when the human shook his head. “I can’t leave. I didn’t do what I promised you.”

“Eh?”

“I said I’d be yours as long as it took to cure me.”

That got Arreker raising an eyeridge. “I believe I just hold you that there is no real cure.”

Again Tolbi nodded, blushing harder. “Well...that just means I have to stay with you for good, then, doesn’t it? If I can’t be cured, I can’t very well leave, not when I said what I said…”

Arreker was quiet for a moment, then let out a chuckle. “Well, then...that’s the way you want it, is it?”

“I-if that’s the way you want it, sir.”

“Somehow I think I can get used to it.” With a grin, Arreker grabbed Tolbi’s collar and led him over to the makeshift rack he’d built to hold the human in place. Perhaps this wasn’t quite the isolation he’d gotten used to living, but for this kind of benefit, he figured he could sacrifice a little bit of that.