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The Gift

Richard's (FA) Storyline, Chapter 4.5

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I smiled, even as he reached down to pull my shirt up. I compiled, letting him undress me, and he tossed my shirt onto a nearby chair. Both bare to our waist, we renewed our embrace, and I took the opportunity to reply. "You've had that luck for eighteen years... I'm just starting to realize how lucky -I- am."

Jack rested his beat atop my head, pulling me into an even tighter hug; his belly fur felt amazingly soft; his entire body was... though I was astounded to feel something hard in the front of his pants. Looking back at things, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, but I recovered quickly. At that moment, just as the logical part of my mind caught up to the part driven by hormones, I found myself at a bit of a loss. Reaching out to my Gryphon in a new way, I spoke my plea. "This is... a little new for me. Could you... maybe... take the lead? Please?"

A corona of light engulfed his eyes, almost giving the impression that they were on fire, and his triangular tongue emerged to lick the edge of his beak; I could even see a powerful Golden illumination from deep within his throat as he spoke. "Thou needst do no more than ask, my boy... thy request is as much a mirror to my own desire as anything I have ever felt. Tonight, you are mine."

The declaration made me smile. "Only if you are mine."

No sooner had I spoken than I felt myself being hoisted up off the ground. "Agreed."

Even compared to how everything about Spirits normally felt surreal, his strength was supernatural. The Gryphon had me off my feet and laid me down on my bed even as he settled himself onto me. Despite the fact that he was a large individual I felt neither restrained nor crushed; I could tell he was there but I wasn't weighed down. He gazed down at me, adoration in his eyes. My hands found their way to his chest again even as he propped himself up with his arms. "You are so amazing..."

He smiled, little wisps of yellow flame blazing in his eyes. He shifted his weight so he could hold himself up with one arm. "Thou art well suited to that word thyself, my boy... now hush... I wish to hear thy breath."

It took me a moment to realize what he meant by that until he stole it from me with a gasp as his free talon moved to press against my chest and his claws slowly and gently raked their way down my abdomen. The sensation was enough that my lungs froze and an enticing shiver ram from my tailbone to the base of my skull. It took a moment for my diaphragm to work again and when it did my voice came out as a shaky wheeze. "....woooow..."

His smile widened and he closed his eyes like I'd seen him do before when listening to a piece of classical music that had come up on my play list. His tone was one of appreciation. "Mmm... exquisite."

Mirroring his example, I closed my eyes and let the sensations of his touch envelop my entire being. It was eerie, in a way, that I could tell where he was despite being unable to see him. It was far different than being physically near someone where the faint movement of air or the shifting of a floorboard gave away their presence; in Jack's case, I could feel him with a sense that went beyond the five scientific instruments we all have. It was something else, and it was amazing-- almost as amazing as when I felt my jeans unbuttoned.

That brought me around and my eyes opened. The Gryphon had moved to lay beside me and a single talon was working open the crotch of my pants. My voice betrayed me in revealing the hesitation and trepidation. "Jack? I..."

His smile never faltered and his talon left the zipper. "Thou hath nothing to fear, my boy... if thou art not ready then--"

Unwilling to let my second-guessing ruin what I knew I wanted, I shook my head. "No. I'm ready, Jack... I-- this... this is... good. I-- it's just..."

The talon that had been on my pants rose up and took hold of one of my hands. "I shall take thee as far as thou dost wish. If, at any point, we are going too far thou needst only tell me stop, and thy word shall be my law. Richard, I am thy Guardian, and I shall protect thee from everything... even mine own desires."

Although there were any number of clues as to how I could tell his body was responding to our interaction, it was the first time he clearly and openly proclaimed his own wants, and it made me want him all the more. Without waiting for him to continue, I unzipped my jeans and wriggled out of them and my underwear in one go. His eyes gazed me up and down then back up before returning to my face. Jack smiled, and we moved forward in unison to kiss.

My head spun as the enveloping wholeness of the senses engulfed me again but, this time it was much less spiritual and so much more tangible. Instead of the sunshine of Eastbourne the heat I felt was from his body. I didn't taste the heavy dark wheaty flavor of a midland stout; I tasted the heady, feral tingle of his saliva. I didn't hear the cascading roar of the Malham Cove Waterfall or smell the wildflowers of Devonshire; I heard ruffling of feathers and fur-- I smelled the musky scent of an aroused Gryphon.

When my lip and his beaks parted I realized that I could hold back no longer. I had never spoken so desperately or honestly in my life as I did then. "Jack... I-- I want this. I want you."

Jack's smile was a combination of humor, desire, and confidence. "Then thou shalt have me in spades, my boy."

His touch remained gentle as he reached down to slide one of his talons around my forearm and he lifted me up so that he was holding me entirely against his body; only then did I realize that, rather than finishing the task of undressing his breeches had simply disappeared and my legs were wrapped around his naked hips. There was enough space between us that I could look down at what lay against my own erection.

Jack's chest and belly fur continued down to his groin and the insides of his thighs. Between his legs was a long, tapered, furless length as thick as my own. Although I'm of average length, the Gryphon had me beat by at least an inch, but the tapered member was far different than anything I'd ever seen. Hanging beneath it was a hefty, velvety sac furred and of the same color as Jack's belly fur. The testicles within had to have been easily each larger than a golf ball.

Even as I stared, my attention was pulled away by the gentle preening of the hair behind my left ear by the Gryphon. "Art thou fearful? Am I... strange?"

I have never been afraid of different. Looking back up to gaze into Jack's eyes, I lowered my hand between them to gently brush my fingers across the alien-looking flesh. "You're wonderful, Jack... every part of you."

It was warm to the touch, and my fingers elicited a shiver from the Gryphon. Jack offered up another gentle 'kiss', touching his beak to my lips before reaching down to take hold of me by the wrist. I had remained on the Gryphon's thighs until Jack leaned forward once more. As soon as my back was against mattress the Spirit disengaged, lowering himself down my body, and I knew what was to come. He extended his wings, feathers wavering in the darkened room as if motivated by some unfelt wind.

Jack spoke softly even as he lowered his body to press down against me. His words were soft, and open, and caring. "Speak to me, Richard-- if something hurts thee, I wish to know."

Rather than respond verbally, I simply nodded, swallowing, and I grit my teeth. Watching the glowing Gold eyes even as they gazed right back at me, I felt Jack line himself up, pointed tip of the Gryphon's member sliding up between my thighs until it grazed across my flesh once... twice... three times-- and then it found its target. I held my breath, clenching my teeth as I felt my opening spasm once, and then, in time with a soft exhale which I surprised myself by somehow reflexively mirroring, Jack pressed forward.

I actually felt Jack within me; I felt the sensations of being parted and opened up by the Spirit's flesh and yet, somehow, unbelievably, there was no resistance and no pain-- no stretching or resistance from my body. It was just as the Gryphon had promised; Jack wouldn't hurt me. I felt wetness on my cheeks and only in that moment did I realize I was crying. Even as Jack touched me deeply physically as his hips pushed forward again, there was more to it in how my Guardian had touched me him emotionally.

Hand shaking, I raised it to hold it against the side of Jack's face. The Gryphon, eyes still closed, met the touch by pressing back against it with his head. The most I could manage was a whisper and I murmured softly. "Jack... I-- I know you love me. I love you too... but-- I think I'm IN love with you."

The Gryphon completed his slow, gentle thrust. A long, restrained breath poured out through the nostrils on his beak I saw two tiny streams of glowing golden tears squeeze out of Jack's closed eyes. Slowly, my Guardian opened his eyes, illuminating the room with a soft, azure hue. Jack gazed down at me, blue eyes gleaming with adoration. "Richard, my boy... my love... thy words are not spoken alone."

Despite it being two in the morning it was only the beginning of our night.