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This is a story commission that I have written for Saphirafafnar( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/saphirafafnar/ )

Description: Khaeldran's ire sparks his carefully planned hunt in a new and dangerous territory is interrupted by a gryphon who seems as out of place as he does. Yet, no matter how much he enjoys venting his frustrations on the gryphon, the green dragon's vulnerable side is made apparent when she tugs on the most susceptible part of his instinct.

The need to breed.

Khaeldran(c) belongs to me and Nalu(c) belongs to Saphirafafnar

***The journey of an exile chapter 2: Vulnerability***

Gentle chirps and reassuring insect buzzing greeted Khaeldran when he opened his eyes, the ebony slits within the golden pools thin against midday's sharp glare. Almost instinctively, the young male lifted a haunch to peer under it, heart pounding, temples throbbing with irrational fear at having humiliated himself a second time, this time even deeper within the heart of foreign, wyvern territory. Only the barely perceptible line that marked his gender's opening stared back at him, however, the only pink belonging to the aforementioned region that hardly registered amidst the deep, dark green of his protective belly plates.

"Hrrrr," his stomach rumbled a jarring reminder that he had not eaten at all the previous day. Intent on crossing through this treacherous part of the wyvern lands, where the territories of multiple species converged as fast as possible, Khaeldran forsook comfort in favor of speed, a decision that he now began to regret. Although subtle, the spicy, unmistakable scent of wyvern markings floated upon the light breeze, bearing not one or two, but several hues, each pertaining to a different individual belonging to a separate species.

Crossings--or common territory as referred to by wyverns--served one too many purposes, each detrimental to Khaeldran's intention to remain inconspicuous. He might prevail against a young wyvern in search of a mate, but a coalition of wing shufflers who intended to form a heterogeneous clan would certainly corner, entrap, and tear into him before he had the chance to inflict a bite or claw scratch on one of them. No dragon ought to have flown over wyvern territory by himself given the still smoldering tensions between their kinds, and Khaeldran had not only missed his best chance to leave this area early in the morning, but left a marking of a different kind to herald his presence.

One bound to attract the fiercest, most prejudiced of attention.

The instinct to flee blazed to life within him, spurring him onto his feet and carrying him towards the nearest clearing in a mad dash. Right where the shadows grew thinner and the light brighter, Khaeldran stopped, veering a hard turn to make for a precarious hill littered with rocky outcrops of various shapes and sizes. Only after he made it close to its half, where the slant began to require proper use of his claws, did the green dragon stop, his tail coiled around the nearest tree to tether him to this highly inaccessible place for wyverns.

"I can't simply fly off," Khaeldran spoke out loud to make sure that his instinct did not get the better of him this time around. "Even a wyvern runt will be able to best me when my mind is fogged by hunger and my wings burn with strain. I have to hunt on the ground to keep a low profile, hide the carcass deep into the underbrush, and escape in the direction that is least likely to hold wyverns. Wind is unimportant. The scavengers will alert them long before it becomes relevant."

His words soothed his inner panic a little, providing a comforting, well-established plan amidst a sea of churning thoughts. Rather than tame his emotions, Khaeldran remained focus on his immediate goal, maintaining a low posture while climbing down the slope, nostrils alert for signs of a small herd or if luck would have it, a pregnant doe that was about to give birth.

He found neither. Animals that grazed in larger groups attracted too much attention or could have been targeted by other wyverns lying in wait, so he took the longer, more tedious route of tracking down unworthy males who have lost the right to mate to their betters. It took until the sun lowered more than halfway into the sky for him to find a proper target, and in an advantageous location too.

The young buck who rubbed the shedding skin off his horns chose a bough at the edge of a small clearing populated by trees with thick canopies rich in branches, far too much of a bother for any wyvern or dragon to dive through. The splintering wood always alerted the prey, and if not careful, the snapped twigs could graze and even cut through the wing membranes. Khaeldran's gambit paid off big time as he skulked about for the best angle to attack his quarry, approaching from his behind and gaining small but immensely valuable steps whenever the buck's motions intensified and his eyes closed in glee for ridding himself of the pesky, dangling, useless fur.

Ten more steps. Then nine, eight, seven. At the sixth, Khaeldran paused, lowering himself on his belly in the field of weeds, grass and wildflowers, his coloring and the wind's direction adding to his advantage. The buck scouted his location, head held high, nostrils visibly shuddering in search of possible threats, but finding none. When he next returned to his task, he did so with more frequent, less careful movements, almost inviting Khaeldran to break into a dash and claim his prize right then and there.

He didn't. Not yet. Not before he further thinned the critical distance separating predator from prey. So, he took the sixth step, the fifth, fourth, his mouth beginning to water so profusely that his tongue had to wipe away his almost overpowering hunger.

A swish cut through the air above Khaeldran. No snapping branches, no sound of wyvern wings, no heavy thud. It was as if a shadow shot straight for his buck, reaching fourth with dark, ominous talons that attempted to seize any part of him in order to stop him from fleeing into the forest. But the buck, aware of how flying predators hunted, bolted for safety without even looking back, his instinct to survive honed by the impatience of lesser, stupid predators like the one who denied him one of the most exciting and fulfilling of meals.

Khaeldran suppressed his urge to pounce the feathered thief by sinking his claws into the ground, his shocked annoyance present in every rapid huff that fled his wide nostrils. It took all of his restraint to relax his flame sacs and prevent his flames from pouring forth to claim it instead of the buck. To him, it made no difference.

But then, the creature turned to face him and spoke. "I'm sorry. I failed to notice you in time, nor did I expect a dragon, of all things, to stalk a buck."

Khaeldran barely contained his roar within his throat, where it brewed into a constant, seething rumble aimed at the shaggy crow who denied him his meal. The gryphon--for that was what she must have been, given her avian forelegs and feline hindquarters--not only ignored his ire, but turned to face him with her crest and ears perked in curious indifference.

She looked quite different compared to what his father had taught him to expect from a gryphon. Then again, the creatures made themselves at home in most of the regions of the world, including the civilized sections that humans called kingdoms. The one in front of him bore a stark grey on most of her body, with the exception of her petite black claws and pointy, crow-like beak. Although dull at first glance, it helped bring out the beauty of her long, elegant silver crest that stood the tallest between her ears and shortened along her neck and shoulders.

The same color highlighted the dorsal side of her tail and adorned the upper backside of her haunches, a curious touch that intrigued Khaeldran. Creatures of contrast often hinted at unlikely pairings, and he couldn't help but wonder if her parents belonged to different species.

What surprised him the most in the end, however, was not her coloring, but her smell. He never would have expected her feathered kind, known for its penchant for cleanliness, to smell so strong, so tempting, so...stimulating, the spicy aroma wafting from her direction laden with a distinct yet familiar hue that Khaeldran had smelled before in his sisters when they came of age.

Heat. Fertility. Liquid lust.

"I've never seen a dragon hunt on the ground before. Prudent, if unnecessary," she said, her eyes following the shrieks, roars and screeches of various wyverns who inched ever closer to the source of the commotion.

"So long as I am with you, the wyverns shall not lay a talon on you, but I make no guarantees for those who might take your roar as a threat."

Khaeldran snuffed out his anger for the time being, aware that the gryphon had met stronger, bigger, worthier dragons from the way she carried herself. Despite the frailty of her furred body and the feebleness of her wings that even a spark would turn into a roiling inferno, the creature strolled around Khaeldran with practiced ease, absorbing his features while the excited flicks of her tail revealed something that no dragon alive had spotted before.

"I wouldn't have had to slink through the woods with my wings drooped and my head low had you not ruined my hunt, you feathered aberration."

The gryphon stopped her inspection of him, head tilted to the side. "I prefer to be called Nalu, but you can employ whichever names you wish. The more creative the better!"

As if to further taunt him, the wind changed course, carrying Nalu's ardent, noticeable need straight into his nostrils, the stale, pungent, arousing concoction making him sneeze due to its exotic fragrance. A snarl wrinkled Khaeldran's lips shortly afterwards, emphasizing his revulsion with her mixed genders.

Such a creature should never have existed, and yet, one such specimen stood right in front of him. Stared at him. Smiled at him? The way she parted her dark, tapered beak unnerved Khaeldran enough for him to slowly make his way to the safety of the forest, if only to lose sight of that ghastly hybrid.

"I owe you a kill," she said from behind. A few moments later, she appeared at his side, much to Khaeldran's exasperation. He increased his steps, but the gryphon matched them, her slender, petite paws nimbler than he expected.

"Unless you wish to be left to your own. Heat can be...troublesome for males who are susceptible to it, yet its effects are a small price to pay for the safety I offer. I know almost every wyvern in this region, barring the newly settled ones, and those who do not know me certainly remember what my kind has done for them."

"Your kind?" The ones who forsook her, most likely? Khaeldran refrained from adding that second thought, deciding to approach this matter from a less scornful angle. "You would have been with them, had they accepted you."

Nalu shrugged her wings. "Some do, some don't. The same can be applied to you, crawk?"

"Hrrf," Khaeldran snorted a puff of smoke as dark as her onyx-colored plumage. She deserved no explanation, no details of his life, not even his patience. "Leave me be. The last thing I need is a squawking gryphon of two genders reeking of desperation. Find one of those benevolent wyverns to quench your need, lest your smell irritates my nostrils so much that I accidentally snort a tongue of flame."

"Shireeek!" Nalu cawed in gleeful laughter, forcing Khaeldran to come to an abrupt halt as she cordially rubbed herself against him, the luxurious plumes of her wings softer and pleasant than he expected. "I'll keep a good distance from you, not to worry. Assuming you will do the same. I trust your judgment, just not your member."

Before he had the chance to react, Nalu shifted into a play bow, sneaking her head between his forelegs to steal a glimpse of his protruding tip.

Khaeldran froze with shame and guilt at being betrayed by his body in such a vile way, yet he showed none of that to Nalu as he maintained his grim façade. "Heat is heat. Were you a female, I would have licked and mounted you without a second thought, but the sack dangling under your entrance begs to differ."

"Does it?" Nalu rushed forward so that she could lift her bushy, silver and grey tail and reveal the charcoal colored spade that made up her female gender. It would have been well concealed by the fur surrounding it and the plump, spherical, firm orbs resting just below it, had her heat not thoroughly soaked her flesh. It made the edges of her sex glisten in a strangely arousing way, and the same fluids helped outline the dark pink, meaty center of her entrance all too well, a nest of ruby flesh that sparked unusually intense and wanton desires within Khaeldran.

"I have a female's name. I bear a female's sex. I smell like a female, I enter heat and ooze lust like a female, and I can grow heavy with eggs like any other female. My orbs and my member are simply a secondary addition, one that you need not pay attention to unless you wish to."

She turned around after making her point, flaring her crest in indignation. "Assuming you are not the type of dragon who pays uncanny attention at what lies within a fellow dragon's slit, and choose who you let approach solely based on that."

"I'm not like that!" Khaeldran growled harsher than he should have, his eerie episode of lust immediately forgotten when he realized that his chase took him farther from the outcrop-littered parts than he expected. His first instinct was to run for the more treacherous ground, but with Nalu scrutinizing him for an answer, he chose to uneasily sit on his haunches, all so that he appeared confident and in control of this whole ridiculous situation.

"You are right. Your gender is irrelevant to me. I am..." he paused to lick his muzzle and buy more time to put his thoughts in order, now that he began to realize just how crudely he behaved with a gryphon who could have been as hungry as he was. "I haven't eaten in two days. I can't hunt in the sky when there is light, I can only travel at night, and I know not where the nearest kingdom is. Yet travel I must, for like you, I chose to seclude myself from my family."

"I'm not an exile," Nalu immediately corrected him with a term that made Khaeldran's stomach sink with the weight of his sacrifice. "I'm a traveler, and fortunately for you, I have visited four out of the nine human kingdoms. I can lead you to whichever you desire, especially if it happens to be a foreign one. Traveling is far more exciting when you have a companion to seek warm with during the colder days, crrrk?"

She had a true, valuable point. Khaeldran made it this far on his own solely because few bipeds inhabited this stretch of wilderness, but once the forests began to thin and trails, paths and even roads began to meander through the drying meadows, he required more than just initiative.

He needed a companion, one who could take care of all the intricacies of civilization on his behalf and keep him from ending with an iron collar about his neck tethered to a thick iron chain in the middle of what the humans called an arena.

"I agree," he surprised both Nalu and himself with his prompt answer. His toes immediately curled around fistfuls of dew-laden soil, dark brown claws drawing visible furrows on the ground. "We will settle on which of us hunts depending on the region, and we shall sleep secluded from one another until the cold winds force us otherwise. Always back to back, never belly to belly, and our agreement lasts until I settle in a place that suits my needs."

Khaeldran lifted a tentative forepaw, only to slam it back down when Nalu's piercing, confident gaze remained fixated on him, as if in challenge. "You are a traveler, so I trust that you won't need an exile to help you find your own place of belonging."

The gryphon lifted her head and fanned out her wings. "I belong everywhere. It is why I find myself without a mate, free to sample all the pleasures the world has to offer."

Including him, her playful eyes seemed to say as they shifted between his legs, where his pink began to emerge a second time, tugged forth by the alluring fog of heat that never seemed to disperse.

"Or perhaps the quest to find a mate took you from one place to another simply because no male nor female was willing to settle for one who is both and neither at the same time."

He was all but convinced that he spoke the truth; that his words reflected the reality of Nalu's ambiguous gender. Yet even so, he felt all the lesser for attacking a part of her that she had no control over, and for what? To appear like something he wasn't? He mated his sister, after all; the safest, easiest to fall in love with female that no worthy male would ever consider for one too many reasons.

Like before, Nalu deflected his insult with a flick of her crest and a curious clack of her beak. "Are you aware of why you feel the urge to insult me? Most young males do it out of vanity and pride, but not you."

As she spoke, the gryphon began to stroll towards him, her elegant gait, sleek form and angular, majestic head adorned with that lush, silvery crest that proved to be more striking than Khaeldran initially gave it credit. Her advance unnerved him, especially after her words came to a jarring halt, replaced by a sharp look and a faint, excited warble.

The green dragon lifted himself on timid paws, backing away while maintaining eye contact with her, an ominous surge of panic rippling through every scale on his body. She appeared frail and weak, given the medium-sized grey coat that his claws and fangs could easily pierce through, but Khaeldran knew next to nothing of gryphons and their fighting capabilities. And what if she had magic? Humans did! And she...she had been to four of their kingdoms, hadn't she?

Khaeldran's heart leapt all the way up to his throat at that chilling realization, and when Nalu suddenly rushed to meet him, all that he could do was release a frightened and far too thin yelp while the gryphoness rubbed her fluffy neck against his.

"It's because your unspent seed burdens you, frustrates you, and makes you grow even from the scent and sight of an abomination you clearly despise. Why is that, my young, impressionable dragon?" she continued, draping a long, elegant wing over his back as she leaned her head against his shoulder, her beak rubbing against his twitching ear before she whispered into it.

"Because you crave for release. No matter my color, and regardless of how appalling you consider my gender, the smell and soggy look of my sex beckons to you. And you don't even have to look at me when you shove yourself inside my snug depths, as everything that I am will fade away within the ocean of unbridled pleasure that will certainly drown you."

She distanced herself from him as quickly as she made her approach, the rising intensity of her scent, together with the fleeting warmth of her fur and feathers, leaving Khaeldran dazed, fully erect, and panting for breath. Her words stirred--no, awoke--something within him, a dormant part of him that had forever been there and only she and Rhaedra seemed to understand.

"I've helped enough young males to weather their initial lusts after they came of age. Too shy and inexperienced to approach females, they fell prey to their inadequacy, a dangerous and perpetrating cycle that some never emerge from. I was there for them," Nalu said, walking up to a tree that she sprayed with her almost chocking and fertile scent.

"No matter what they called me, regardless of how they initially treated me, I made sure that they understood what I offered."

As soon as her last word fled her beak, Nalu turned her back to him to both beckon him to follow with her tail and show him the object of her topic. "Some were stubborn. Others were smug, self-centered, and even aggressive at times when I challenged their view of themselves. In the end, they all changed for the better after I milked their common irascibility from them, allowing them to soar to greater heights instead of remaining trapped within their previous shells, dissatisfied with their impeding loneliness."

"I am not like them," Khaeldran growled, hurrying after her, wincing whenever his erection swung against a haunch or worse, twitched against his belly plates. He had already mated. He knew of the pleasure she spoke of, but it had been too long, and the dreams had only intensified since then.

"So you have already mated?" Nalu stopped to turn her head around and look upon his helplessly throbbing member. "Because if you did, you would be with your dragoness and not with me."

"I haven't," Khaeldran immediately removed the temptation to bring up his sister in this and any future conversation. "But I...if I do it, I want it to be with a female. A real female."

Nalu chuckled, lifting her tail yet again to reinforce her point. "Stare at it. Or if you dare, approach it for a better look, a whiff, or a lick. Do neither, and I will assume this confusion will be put to rest from now on."

Khaeldran froze in indecision. His ears blazed with immediate panic that resonated deep within his chest and echoed across the pounding thuds that made thinking all the more difficult for him. He could barely concentrate on his course of action when faced with a female's entrance after weeks of nefarious dreams, for even the sex of a gryphon such as Nalu had the uncanny ability to enflame his senses and tug on his deepest, innermost instinct to breed.

His muscles tingling with the eerie warmth that suddenly flooded him, the dragon allowed himself to be guided by his self-esteem, aware of all those true sensations that only Rhaedra could instill within and fully denying everything Nalu conceived in his search to abolish this nonsense once and for all.

He did not want Nalu. Her vulva enticed him solely because it belonged to an exotic and intelligent creature, and if he would sniff it, all that curiosity would cease to exist. Despite his erect cock that hinted at the opposite, Khaeldran made his way to Nalu one timid step at a time, his courage amplified by the absence of her gaze and the presence of her taut, noticeable sack which made him visibly shudder. Small, elegant, and covered in a thin layer of fuzzy fur that helped it blend quite well in its surroundings, it inexplicably bothered Khaeldran. Not because it marked the male gender, but due to what stood above it.

Was she all that she pretended to be? And if so, would she experience the same sensations that an actual female did?

Eager to solve this mystery once and for all, the green dragon snuck his snout as close to Nalu's puffy, slick vulva as he could manage without wetting his nostrils with her fluids and took in a slow, deep, methodical breath that he immediately regretted. At first, only her sharp, slightly stale musk of her heat registered, a pungent odor laden with pheromones that were not entirely foreign to Khaeldran. But the moment he trapped her fragrance deep within his chest and nostrils, his mind immediately turned blank. Every thought, every meticulous plan waned before the indomitable desire to mount, to breed, to thrust into the highly receptive female in front of him.

Her pouch itself seemed to fade before his sharp, focused eyes that stared right at her entrance, one that smelled far richer and genuine than he expected. The sudden jolting of his cock agreed with him, and the jarring sensation of his cock brushing against his plates forced an audible exhale out of him which attracted Nalu's attention.

"You can mount and ejaculate inside me if you need further reassurance about the authenticity of my female gender. One thing males will never understand is how bothersome the throbbing heat and the itching is..."

Khaeldran stumbled back at the sound of her voice like a hatchling caught in an inappropriate situation. He felt vile, weak and annoyingly desperate to steal another sniff of her thick miasma, but at this point, he barely had the strength to suppress his instinct. Nalu's vulva oozed a fragrance the likes of which had never graced his senses. Mild, earthy nuances intertwined with stronger, pricklier hues above which hung a soft, alluring blanket of an unmistakable female odor specific to her and her alone. She might not be a dragon, and she might have a male's pouch and sheath, but he couldn't deny that her pheromones had the same effect on him as Rhaedra's.

But what about taste? What if masculinity found ominous ways to shroud itself from his nostrils, and thus tainted Nalu's so-called fertility? A female who did not taste as a female should could obviously bear no eggs, and much to Khaeldran's rising anxiety, he needed to put his tongue to pussy in order to validate or dismiss his concerns.

Without hesitation, the green dragon's snout darted under her tail, bifurcated tongue dashing across her sweltering lips to collect a surprising amount of her honey. It felt smoother than she smelled upon his tongue's surface and heavy with a weight that smell alone couldn't elucidate. Khaeldran rolled his slimy appendage back into his maw for a more accurate analysis...

And released a deep, guttural moan of unbridled satisfaction with her nectar. Savory traces caressed every inch and corner of his mouth, followed by a subtle, piquant aftertaste that fulfilled the sincerest definition of what Khaeldran expected from a female at the height of her heat. It wasn't at all obvious, however. Like her scent, Nalu's fluids had a silkiness to them, an arousing blend of salty sweetness clad in multiple, rich layers of taste that he could not describe from a single tongue stroke.

Spurred forth by the need to unravel her enigma and uncontrollable lust alike, Khaeldran's snout alighted upon her moist vulva, nostrils twitching from the contact with her delightfully feverish flesh. He breathed in her musk first, moaning in rumbling satisfaction at how her warmth seemed to transfer into him, a radiant snake that slithered all the way down his spine until it coiled around his member, urging it to swell to its fullest. Then, he licked, and licked, and licked again, limiting himself to the charcoal edges of her spade-like vulva yet finding it impossible to stay away from its trembling, oozing center.

Instead of licking across it, Khaeldran forced his tongue through it, his sharper moan mingling with Nalu's surprised caw. The gryphon bolted forward, forcing the dragon's tongue to plop out of her with a wet squelch and thoroughly soaked with the thicker, fresher, tastier variety of fluids. Khaeldran practically reeled on his limbs from the assault on his senses, intending to sit, walk away from her and towards her so that he could mount her, all at the same time. But she was too far away, so the dragon flopped onto his side instead, desperately licking his muzzle to collect all of Nalu's dew and fill his mouth with as much of her honey as he could manage.

"E--enough," Nalu put a sudden end to Khaeldran's lucid dream, one where he licked a female at the height of her need and not...whatever she was. "Any more, and you will shoot your seed on the ground from sheer longing."

"That's..." Khaeldran shook his head, more to dispel his haze of lust than contradict her. "Not possible. Not outside a female."

"Says the male who has never been inside one," Nalu chirped both in amusement and concern with the bead of precum that appeared on his tip. Khaeldran felt it slide down his spade until it fell to the ground, leaving a wet reminded of how dire his irrational need of Nalu truly was.

"Do I..." the gryphoness clacked her beak in noticeable alarm, her forepaws clawing at the grass. "Did I...satisfy you?"

His member bobbed with a clear, all-encompassing nod at which Nalu squeaked in glee and Khaeldran let out a soft, contemplative whine. "I have never...it was the first time I...and I couldn't hold myself back."

Nalu's crest perked up, a timid forepaw hovering in the air as a hopeful glint sparked in her eyes. "You don't have to hold back. I simply stopped you because the first time always feels better inside than outside, and your ridges are so tense..."

Khaeldran understood his burning lust better than anyone. If he spent any more moments under her tail, he was certain his seed would burst from the sheer overwhelm of licking a female's heat. It no longer mattered to him that she had a male's orbs and sheath; that she was a gryphon and not a dragon. Her wetness was too appealing, her warmth too inviting, and his need to rid himself of his pent-up seed too great to further deny himself this.

"They will lose their prominence, as they always do," Khaeldran put a stop to that fantasy before it even began. He didn't court Nalu. He didn't prove himself to her, and neither had she earned his affection. She did not even know his name, and yet, she expected him to share the very essence of his being with her!

"All I want from you is that you find us a shelter where we can rest, and the kill you have promised."

"As you wish," the gryphoness said, her crest and ears pinning back as her frost coated her voice. "But I won't wait for you to soften."

"Nor do I expect you to," Khaeldran said to her behind, waiting for his heart to settle in his chest before taking after her, maintaining as much distance as he could spare to his cock, to the point where he wobbled ungainly with his rear half.

He considered asking her about the possibility of bearing a dragon's eggs, but that vapid curiosity was quickly pushed aside by cold logic. She was a gryphon, and one of two genders at that. Even if she was a female like she claimed, smelled and tasted, he had scales and she bore lavish fur and feathers, which made such union impossible and all the more alluring as a result. With her, he did not have to concern himself with the outcome; to tarnish his greatest of pleasures with the unnecessary worries of what his seed might do to her.

"It takes more for a dragoness to attract a mate than just lift her tail," he expressed his greatest of frustrations with the way she tried to egg him on.

"I don't want a mate. I simply wish to remind a young, vulnerable male of how easy and pleasurable it is to rid himself of his pent-up frustrations."

"Vulnerable, is it?" Khaeldran snorted, unimpressed with her japes. "If you have indeed been with as many inexperienced males as you claim, then you'd know I'm simply the prisoner of curiosity. Once it passes, so will my interest in you, and the more you lift your tail, the more desperate and less in control you'll seem. But you'll blame it on your heat, of course, for that is your greatest excuse."

A new idea began to take shape in his mind, one where he turned Nalu's maddening need against her in order to make himself appear far more in control of his greatly thinned self-control. She took great pride in her twin genders, and sought to convince Khaeldran to accept that she was female by making unfair use of her condition. She wanted him, and inexplicably, against all his beliefs, he wanted to follow through with her strange custom of simply claiming her without a contest.

But he did not have to show that. He must not show that!

"We can take a pause if you wish," Nalu abruptly turned around. "I underestimated your lust's persistence, for which I apologize."

"Keep going," Khaeldran urged, adding a snarl to his already tense lips. "We only rest once we are there."

Yet in spite of what he said and no matter how hard he tried to deny it, Khaeldran found it nigh impossible to stop throwing furtive--and sometimes too long and uncomfortable glances--at her heat-soaked pussy. Nalu practically encouraged him to sate that dire curiosity of his, as her female entrance only became visible to him whenever she swished her luxurious tail to the side or playfully arched it over her back to keep it from getting tangled in the lower branches of the fir trees surrounding them.

Absorbed by her peculiar anatomy and enthralled by the scent oozing from her crevice, the green dragon found it increasingly difficult to focus on his journey and retain the distrust he harbored for the gryphon. Why did she walk rather than fly? Then again, he knew so little of gryphons and their gallivanting habits that it made for a poor choice to paint himself as an ignorant fool.

"How much longer?" He tried to instill urgency into the so-called female's elegant, almost lazy stroll.

"You can rest on the bed of grass if you'd like. Whether I deliver my kill to you or to my nest is all the same to me."

"Assuming you'd find me," Khaeldran countered, aware of how well the evergreen foliage around him concealed his presence. "What stops you from keeping me wait until dusk and then vanish without a trace?"

"Is that what you would do to a stranger who questions your gender simply because your cock doesn't come out of it all the time? Or perhaps because you lack spheres and a sheath?" Nalu teased him for the umpteenth time as a payback for a behavior he grew to regret further and further, looking back at him with those alluring, hazel eyes. "I did that once with a gryphon who put pride above sense. He probably remained hungry for days, unwilling to accept that the freak who promised him a carcass wouldn't deliver. Whether hunger finally convinced him to do the deed himself, I do not know, but you're not like that, are you?"

"I was the finest hunter in my family, and it is for that reason that I prefer to leave this hunt to you. Dragons take offense when their primary skills are put to question, and it is distasteful to decline an offer."

Right as he finished uttering that final and very particular word, Nalu flagged her tail, thus forcing Khaeldran to look exactly where she wanted him to. She kept it raised for just as long as she did before, enough for the lustful male to take in additional details that forced his ridged meat to once again spill from its shelter. Before, he simply wished to prove her wrong, but now...now he analyzed that which he previously denied, focused on certain aspects that he took for granted.

The shape of her pussy resembled that of a canine spade, only looser, plump and visibly swollen due to heat. Its engorged, dark grey edges had an appetizing smoothness to them, their slick surface causing them to glint whenever sunlight caressed her intimate entrance. And that pink, tempting, delicious flesh nestled in the middle, adorned with barely perceptible furrows that hinted at how her insides felt, bore such a rich, dark pink color that Khaeldran's breath involuntarily stuck in his throat when an ominous throb traversed his entire length.

More droplets of precum wormed their way through his almost erect shaft, its tickling, tantalizing warmth forcing his tip to stiffen and acquire prominence and his ridges to grow more distinctive. Had he not stopped to even out his breaths, Nalu wouldn't have noticed the desperate state of his cock, or how it bobbed under the influence of uncontrollable throbs, forcing it to connect with the hard, emerald plates of his belly.

Nalu's crest immediately deflated. Her ears sagged in unison with her tail, her wings tucked tighter against her body, and her mischievous, confident eyes fled him when the guilt proved too much to bear for consciously bringing him to this state.

"How often must you toy with me, gryphon?" Khaeldran growled his anger aimed at his crave for female warmth and tightness around his shaft rather than at her. "I have stared at you, smelled you, licked you. Must I openly say that you are as much of a female as any other dragoness I met?" Khaeldran spoke before she had the chance to, softening his voice when Nalu dipped her head in regret for forcing rather than obtaining his confession. "I believe this is the confirmation you sought, and the truth I wanted to share before you drive me to the point of climax with your tempting offer."

The gryphoness did not reply. She remained still and silent, letting Khaeldran take the lead.

***End of chapter 2***

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