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Lhotse felt drunk, or at least, as if he had been drinking. The snow-gryphon shook himself awake, frowning, blinking blearily in the cavern aerie he and his mate called home.

The scent was all wrong, heady, spicy, and seemingly overpowering his own natural musk. He also couldn't fathom why that thought made his cock pudge up in its sheath.

Shere moaned quietly in her sleep next to him. He could definitely smell her, and smell a good bit of her lust mixed in with that unfamiliar but familiar male scent. Dragon scent.

Lhotse didn't even have time to raise his hackles as a huge snout nuzzled at his flanks, his rump, and most intimately, under his oddly aching tail!

"So you're awake, are you? Good. I didn't want to sneak out without saying goodbye."

The snow-rosetted gryphon peered up, and up, at the large, rather smug dragon looming over them both! Grinning huge teeth dark eyes and smelling so...so...he again had to squirm at that scent. He still felt foggy, but he was sure he should be a looooot more worried and freaked out than he was!

It drew out a similarly foggy memory, of those same grinning teeth loomed over him, before that dark-skinned snout was pressed under his mate's upturned tail. Said memory brought only heat to his ears.

"Don't worry, you both had a loooot of fun, though I may have not-so-temporarily broken your little gryphon minds in the process. The huge drake stretched, flexing all his bulk, a lazy shake of thick hide and tail and neck before peeking down at the gryphon pair. "Possibly broke more than that. It was a pleasure to feast on your little kinks.

Lhotse blanched.

"Don't worry, I won't tell a soul, though your mate knows now of course. Especially since she enjoyed so much our time last night. Both with me, and with you. I had no idea you could squeak like that." The drake clicked his teeth together. "You came the most when I pinched those fluffy balls of yours. Though, eating out those gryphon eggs in your mate," a reverberating growl came from the hulking drake," I thought you were going to cum from that alone.

Lhotse looked horrified, feline ears pinning backwards. Not from the implication about eggs strangely enough, but a small panic as to what kinks were talked about! He could only try to delve into that evening in the foggy parts of his still rousing brain.

The memory came to him, fragmented, crouched, his egg-laden mate presenting, gasping, groaning, eye-rolling as a thick dragon tongue didn't just lick but outright wormed into her sex.

The memory fragment broke Lhotse out of his revere, and his sudden glance at Shere must have been obvious.

"Don't worry, she's very much alright, if a little lighter." The expression on the drake's face was so much 'cat ate the canary' that the male gryphon swallowed apprehensively. "Though after last night, I'd be surprised if she didn't have a new clutch already." The big dragon nuzzled the sleeping gryphoness's noticeably more trim melanistic belly, drawing a sleepy purr, and causing what certainly must be dragon spunk to ooze blatantly from between her hind legs. Her beak still wore a sleepy, smiling expression. "The previous might have been infertile, but this one won't be. I've not left one gryphoness without a brood after a night with myself. And after the noises you made last night, I'd have expected you to be laying eggs soon yourself."

Lhotse's nares colored fiercely! He still couldn't seem to find his voice!

"I wish I could have let you seen yourself. You were leaking all over as I mounted." The drake leaned in close, stepping purposefully over the male. The dragon's leathery sheath was obscenely heavy now, and several inches of heavy, tube-like cock hung lazily before Lhotse's eyes.

He couldn't look away, couldn't voice disapproval or annoyance or to shout away this intruder! He could only stare as it swayed hypnotically.

"Yes, you did look a little like that." The drake continued, amusement dripping throughout. "Rubbing this...against your cute little gryphon dick was most fun. I'm surprised your balls weren't outright reabsorbed in the process, given how much you panted and cheeped like a hen." The dragon winked. "Not that I didn't treat you like one later. Oh my, but when I stuck my tongue into cute egg-heavy mate...my my my, I don't think even she's gotten such a shudder from you I bet.

Lhotse's goshawk plumage ruffled in embarrassment, and he couldn't help the erection between his legs. Why wasn't he upset, why couldn't he do anything!? He couldn't even shift and try to wake up Shere, though her sleep looked to be so pleasant and happy and spent that he wasn't sure he had the heart to wake her, even with a DRAGON invading his nest!

He tried to focus on that thought. Danger, dragon, protect, scare away! But his mind seemed so muddled, and, and, and...and a claw was tickling under his beak.

"Now now, you look so conflicted! You certainly weren't last night." The dragon's eyes gleamed, his snout right before Lhotse's now. That scent was thick in his nares, and he swore he was going to melt into a puddle of goop and feathers. "Not when I borrowed my tongue into 'your' cute gryphoness and scooped out her eggs, one by one by one."

The memory flashed, of his small dick throbbing at the thought, at the sight, of thick, scaled haunches and heavy tail and those heavy, leathery balls and thick, rigid cock all hanging free and proud as a thick draconic snout pressed firm between his mate's thighs. He couldn't see exactly where that tongue disappeared, but he could hear it, pressing and squelching and diving deep into a gasping gryphoness's sex!

He had been under no illusion what was going on, and it made his half-hard cock dribble all the more. Lhotse, of course, as he was told, had crouched, obediently, and watched as the dragon made good his promise. 'Come here, hen. Let's make sure you get a good look as I take you cute featherfucks closer to extinction.' The dragon had said, voice dripping cruel delight.

The memory brought shudders, shivers, and he couldn't understand or fathom why he was so, so, so very erect at the threat. And the way he was 'coerced' to crouch under said dragon. He could feel the heavy girth of that thick dragon cock, rubbing blatantly and tellingly between his own hind legs, sliding, flexing to a gentle but humiliating rhythm against that smaller, but desperately stiff little gryphon dick.

"Ahh, remembering more are we?" That dragon snout dipped in close, a tongue liiiicking across Lhotse's beak. "As I said, I do tend to break you little gryphons, and little gryphon brains. Probably why there are fewer and fewer on my island." He leaned in, the goshawk hybrid shivering in confusion, lust, submission, excitement! "And each and every one thanked me afterwards."

The gryphon nodded, rather wistfully! Oh how he wished to remember it all! But it was foggy, as if a dream. He remembered those speckled eggs, the gasping, orgasmic squeaks of his mate, the unseemly length of dragon tongue impaling her, drawing her into laying! And of course, the cruel, casualness as said dragon casually swallowed up each whole directly down his throat.

The weight of them all had started to press obscenely against Lhotse's, half-pinned under the hulking scaled predator.

"That's better. I prefer you to remember it all of course. Even if it seemed like your cute brain was misfiring all night." That big snout loomed in close, warm breath rolling over Lhotse's beak once more. "Especially when it was your turn. I think you groaned more than your...my pretty hen over there. Especially when I properly started to rock and batter that little prostate of yours.

More fleeting memories, of clutching claws, of oppressive weight, of teeth. Teeth nipping, fangs sinking, more delirious shivering, and an aching, impossible thickness battering the small male's eagerly upturned rump in oppressive pistoning!

More warm breath curled across the back of his neck, his ears, defogging the emasculating memory in slow, rolling moment.

Lhotse's heart was threatening to beat out of his chest, overwhelmed, seduced, foggy! Nothing seemed to make sense but the hulking dominance of the beast.

"There's a good boy. Now you're remembering it all. Remember what I promised with these?" Claws reached, slipped, gripped under that lengthy, fluffy, expressive tail, casually squeezing surprisingly swollen testicles. There was only a hint of a deep, tugging ache, only a hint of a soreness.

"Remember that little pinch to your balls?" The dragon's grin was broad now, fangs exposed. "You should have seen the look of pleasure when I told you, PROMISED you I was going to make you my sterile gryphon bitch. You nearly came on the spot." He brazenly nudged his heavy snout against Lhoste's oddly numb testicles, drawing another aching from deep within his belly. There was a sharpness, a nip, a squeeeeze, and something cooling and penetrating into the flesh of his scrotum.

His pudgy snow-cat balls felt all the more swollen, though the numbness seemed to only spread, the tingling coolness seemingly to invade the very root of his masculinity! He couldn't help at all the way his cock hung out now, fat and lazy and yet only half-hard even while oozing quite blatantly. "I've given you enough that these will be good and useless now. And it was last night to mount and hump the last of your seed out over the stone. Don't worry, I made sure you cleaned it up with your tongue."

The gryphon's face grew so hot at the idea, the sensation, the concept, that he couldn't help himself, his cock still softly flagged, dribbling impotently as teeth once again nipped, gripped, and playfully tugged his fuzzy sac with clear, growling delight. A sharp, tugging, domineering pinch that left the 'former' male whimpering.

"You're not going to be spurting anything from now on, my little capon. Don't worry, I'll visit plenty more times to make sure MY pretty brood hen is kept satisfied, but you two won't be raising ANY more gryphons."

The grin was so wicked that Lhotse felt weak before it. All these ideas and concepts only seemed to leave him bared, flayed, spent, and so, so, so very obedient. He wanted nothing than to be this dragon's capon.

"That is, if I don't return one day to eat you myself. Now, if you excuse me, I need to be slinking off. I need more than gryphon eggs to sustain me. Keep that fluffy tail high, and maybe I'll pay you and your mate another visit soon." The dragon rubbed his belly at that, a heavy, well-fed scaly stomach that swayed under the motion. The implication made Lhotse squirm all the more, lost in the haze of subservient obedience.

Said dragon's breath rolled over Lhotse's beak, and he couldn't help but feel all the more weak, feel limp, cock hanging out of his sheath even with that odd ache in his testicles.

"Now, once more, let's hear what you want to tell me, before I go." The dragon nudged, bumping against the fluff of the snowcat rump. "Thank me for making you extinct."

Lhotse swallowed. His mind was all a haze, his emotions on tumble, but he couldn't help the words that finally escaped his beak, the rush of deep humiliation and lust and submission. Replacement of eggs, the deeply satisfied sleep of Shere, the primal ache of his dying testicles, the weight of his half-hearted erection! He couldn't think to disobey. "Th...thank you!" He finally squeaked, drawing a stir from the gryphoness.

"Good gryphon. Now, you two need your rest. Don't worry, I wiiiill return." He licked his lips in blatant fashion. "

A tongue flicked over the gryphon's cheek, and as said gryphon laid his head back down with a meek swish of tail, Kholat lazily strolled out of the small cavern with a prideful swagger.

The rain had stopped in the night, and the morning chill left his flanks steaming as he pushed out into the cool, damp air.

Kholat took a moment to take a deeeeeep breath, snorting a pleasured cloud into the morning atmosphere. A full night of fucking gryphons was a wonderful way to shelter from the storm.

And if he had to leave them with a few lewd memories and new kinks, even better.

He grinned toothily at the last, peeking back at his own belly, heavy with his ill-gotten food.

Seducing and hypnotizing gryphons was far easier than simply killing them. Not to mention, he could always return the next time he needed to subjugate the feathery vermin.

Pity they were growing all the more rare on his island, but then, that was the idea. The thought that he was their own little extinction event gave him no small bit of pleasure, and to his own bemusement, even after last night, he found his heavy cock flagging under his belly at the idea.

"I did smell another gryphon pair up in the south hills." It was a musing that the drake's dick seemed to greatly approve of; slapping up against his belly as more lewd ideas bubbled to the surface. Perhaps breakfast could wait.

Or perhaps, he'll simply take his breakfast out of the local gryphon population again.

With a hearty, rumbling snort, he trotted to the south, growling pleasantly as he continued his little quest with a jaunty swish of thick dragon tail and a smug demeanor.

It was very, very good to be an apex predator.