Gryphons in the Grotto

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Lust Between Drakes in an Ocean Pool

Tate murmured, the inky-blue gryphon dipping into the cooling water of the grotto. In the heart of Cornwall, one could have called such a location a smuggler's cove for all it entailed, the history hidden in the rocks, the stories that they could tell. Not every bit of the peninsula was a tourist trap either, which allowed the gryphons to slip in unnoticed, enjoying their holiday there was much as the human and anthro-type dragons that were more common around the British Isles.

Still... All living there peacefully on an island that hastened with modern times meant that things were not always the easiest between them. That was why the gryphons had had to get away, to explore, two males that were close to unknowing eyes, revealing the truth of their relationship. Tate rolled onto his back, bending his neck to keep his head lifted out of the water, though it was hardly a natural position at all for any gryphon to be in. His spread wings, feathers fanned out, at least helped him stay where he was, floating serenely, a natural buoyancy locked into his feathers. His back end, being in a feral form, was mammalian, something reminiscent of a lion, though no one at all could ever say that a gryphon was "just" an animal.

No... Gryphons were so much more than that and maybe that was why the magic of the grotto had called him there, saltwater slipping into his beak as he grunted softly, eyes half-lidded. The reflection of refracted water danced across the roof of the small cavern, tucked away from prying eyes, his black-tail tip swishing back and forth, hanging down through the water as if there was more weight to it than there actually was.

But he was light, he was soft, he was gentle. There was nothing there to bring him down, nothing any more in the eve of the grotto that could harm him.

The water rippled and he smiled faintly, eyes flickering open, though his partner was so quiet that he might as well have forgotten that he was there if not for the fact that they had come together. Instead of remaining stretched out on a span of white sand, a lip of rock overhanging the deep plunge of water, Rocco joined him, shaking the grains from his feathers. A lighter shade than Tate, the golden-hued gryphon's coat and feathers spoke of sunshine and long, sun-kissed flights, his hide tan and flickering between different shades, depending on the lighting. In the winter, his feathers could turn a shade more bronze than gold, but he still boasted the same wickedly hooked beak as his partner, his front half that through and through of a bird of prey.

"Nice of you to join me, darling..."

Tate turned over, paddling lightly, the shimmering blur of his legs moving under the surface. Rocco swam up beside, him, rubbing the length of his lover's body with his as if they were nothing more than domestic cats, though the conversation that flowed so very easily between them would always tell a different tale than what humanity dictated.

"Of course," Rocco chuckled throatily, eyes dancing with gryphon-like glee. "You wouldn't want to swim alone, dear, you know how dangerous that can be."

Tate laughed.

"For hatchlings maybe, but not us. No, you want to be close to me."

It was a statement given with every impression of warmth in his tone, slipping around his lover like liquid honey turned into a ribbon. It wound and teased and not even Rocco could resist its sweet allure, coming in close once again, his tail finding and brushing his partner's beneath the surface of the water.

They purred, beaks clicking together and chattering lightly with the soft vibrations, rumbling up from their throats and deeper still. Tate swung a wing over Rocco's back, drawing him in close, for it was their legs, under the water, that kept them swimming, the buoyancy of their bodies more than enough to keep them afloat. And that left the holidaymaking gryphons free, in many other ways, to enjoy one another as they pleased.

Rocco purred, tilting his beak to the side to lock it with Tate's in a gryphon kiss, heart surging. Even to him, every time felt like the very first time all over again, need flourishing, trembling up thick and fast in the pit of his stomach. The sheath tucked between his hind legs, so small that it could have been no more than a belly-slit, hid deeper pleasures, his shaft peeking out. Yet it was shy to reveal itself instantly as the gryphons made their romancing even more delightful, their holiday something that gave them a break from life, if only for a short time.

Tate, however, was not so keen on things being slow and gentle and passionate, drawing his mate out away from the rocks with him, leaving Rocco with nothing to cling to but the other gryphon. Tate laughed shortly into his partner's beak, lust rising, the swelling throb of his cock quicker to throb to full hardness than Rocco's was, though that was just another little difference between the two gryphons. Things would have been boring, after all, if the two of them were the same, nothing ever changing, as alike as they were to the eye as they were different.

Rocco grunted, hips rocking without him actively thinking about what he was doing. It was hard not to let his body respond, chuckling throatily, not with Tate's thickness grinding into the floating fur of his lower stomach. It was as if there was no semblance to it, as light as air, the water taking care of that nature and nuance of gravity in a moment like that. The water changed everything, allowing the semblance of floating flight, though it was different, weightless and yet clad to the water where the weight of their bodies would, once again, be felt when bound to the land.

Maybe that was what made it alluring to take their leave and liberty of each other in the water, coming together softly and sweetly, Tate rumbling a growling groan. His sides trembled with the force of it, though the ripples that spilt forth across the surface of the water were from the shift and grind of their bodies alone.

Rocco's heart pounded, skin prickling and tingling with a strange sort of heat, despite the moment. The water should have cooled him and teased down the overly stringent pull of arousal from his body, but it was impossible, even then, for such a thing to happen as Tate pressed in against him, kissing him deeply.

"Ah... Wait..."

Rocco whimpered, his shaft easing out more, half out, a little ridged, the smooth-skin length thick and full where it showed already, as was the nature of his anatomy. He moaned, slipping down so that only his head showed above the surface, the rest of his body muddied and blurred in the swirling churning of the water, salt lingering on his tongue.

"What's the rush?"

He swam, kicking strongly with his back legs, but if there was one thing that no one ever told a gryphon, it was that there was a certain difficulty to be had in swimming with a hard-on. It felt like he needed to keep his legs further apart than usual, using his wings to push through the water, sculling on a little, kicking and pushing, lust getting the better of him.

There was no ignoring Tate, after all, the smooth, sleek form of the gryphon beside him in the water. He was erotic in his simple presentation, the tilt of his head, that little glint in his eye that promised the best kind of trouble. He didn't need to do anything more than to be himself to be sexy to Rocco and it was a wonder indeed that Rocco was at all able to hold back, to let the lingering tease stretch out between them.

Where was the rush, indeed? There was nowhere that they had to be, no normal life for the world to call them back to. That was just how he felt softly confident in rubbing up against his partner, Tate pressing in, his delight bringing them closer and closer together, crooning and purring, the edges of his beak clicking as he chattered faintly.

"Are you having some trouble there, darling?"

Tate smirked - well, smirked as well as a gryphon could with a beak like his. It showed in his eyes more than anything else, passion tingling in the air between them. The sound of water lapping on the walls of the grotto filled the air, teasing at their senses, distorting their sense of space, what was around them. It was funny how enclosed spaces could do that and the echoing of sound off the walls too did not help, the underwater world offering another lewd reckoning for the two of them.

But it gave their lust an otherworldly quality, as if they were really the only two gryphons left in the world. And wasn't that just what everyone wanted to feel when they were on holiday, taking a break from everyday life? They didn't need to worry, letting the feel of cool water slip over them, salt resting heavily in the air, passion strung out between them. A cord like that could strain and fray, if the moment was rendered broken, but the gryphons involved had no intention whatsoever of letting that happen, beaks bumping together, crooning.

Soft warbles burst forth from Tate's beak, though he was keener to get in close than Rocco, trusting his strong legs to keep him afloat, his wings spread to help where needed. They were naturally waterproof but not naturally buoyant beyond a certain point, as liable to sink as any other creature was when they were not active sea creatures. But they had each other there to help and it most certainly was not a sink or swim scenario, Tate letting his tail curl around under the water, stroking Rocco's emerging shaft. As Rocco groaned, it was suddenly of much less importance that his own cock was hard and more that he was there to tease and caress Rocco's, taking as much pleasure as he ever had from letting his partner know just how much he turned him on.

Rocco whimpered and Tate pressed on, fumbling a little with his tail but that was half the fun of it. It was curious to feel another male's shaft with his more leonine tail, though the tip was draped in thicker fluff that stretched a few inches down the length, not quite that of a lion. Gryphons were certainly their very own kind of creatures and Tate took full advantage of every nuance and tilt of his body as he tried to even wrap his tail around Rocco's hard length, coaxing the last inches out. He knew that cock intimately even as his partner whimpered, grunting thickly in the back of his throat, Rocco's eyelids fluttering as if he was trying to close them while he could not.

"Ahh... T-Tate... You know what that does to me..."

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