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There was nothing wrong with a little wandering. Sometimes a bird like Liam found it comforting to be among the wild songs of his distant cousins in the woods. It was probably fine if he strayed off the well-worn trail a little bit and pushed into the untouched forest beyond. The timid kestrel largely kept to himself, so he didn't much hear the murmurings going around town. Or the warnings. They were probably all just stories, anyway. Something to scare the children, or to draw in the tourists perhaps. There was hardly any chance there was actually something dangerous out there beyond the city limits. That was precisely what he told himself while he did his best to shake the feeling of being watched that had persisted ever since he first stepped among the denser trees.

Maybe it was time to turn back. It had only been a few minutes, but he was starting to worry about getting lost, or taking too long and letting the sun set on him. Neither of which were likely on such a short hike, but once he got that kind of anxious, he didn't really listen to reason. It was the middle of the day and he was only a few short steps away from his starting point. All he had to do if he wanted to make his way back was turn around. Yet despite all his worrying, he still persisted, glancing over his shoulder now and then. There didn't seem to be anything following him, but that didn't help him shake the feeling. He was so preoccupied with what might be stalking him that he forgot to keep his eyes open for what was directly ahead. It wasn't until he'd almost stumbled directly into the lair of the beast that he actually noticed that massive presence peacefully snoozing right there in the middle of the forest.

Lair might have been a generous word for it. Though a creature like that, the whole forest was probably his domain. The gryphon seemed to be asleep. He was all sprawled out across the entirety of a clearing, snugly wedged between two trees for maximum comfort. Liam almost forgot to halt in his tracks at the sight, his body carrying on as if drawn in by the majestic beast's aura. He could feel the warmth radiating from the black bird, and caught his first hint of a wild scent he already knew he liked. Rich, exotic, maybe even enticing, that natural aroma complimented the sleeping hybrid's sleek black feathers and fur. It was a welcome sensation on that cold afternoon, the chilly humidity thick in the air, as if right about to rain but not quite getting there. Only when he stopped walking did Liam really get a sense of how big that wild animal was. From the tip of his black beak, to his heavy hindpaws, the gryphon was truly enormous, large enough that he probably could have rolled over in his sleep and accidentally crushed someone the size of Liam. No wonder there were stories. Such an impressive specimen would have been hard to miss.

The obvious course of action was to slowly back away, making as little noise as possible. He'd never met a wild gryphon, but he could only presume a corvid-panther like the one before him would be dangerous. One step back in silence, and then another. Liam crept along the grass, even if moving away from the beast meant depriving himself of that silky scent that had so intrigued him. Four quiet steps went well, but the fifth produced the sound of a snapping twig beneath his feet. Liam froze in place, held his breath, and watched for any sign of reaction from the sleeping gryph. That crow-cat seemingly snoozed on, his breath slow and steady, basking in the damp afternoon. It wasn't until Liam raised his foot to continue that he got startled out of his mind by the deep, powerfully bassy tones of the gryphon's voice vibrating right through his very feathers.

"Leaving so soon? And here we haven't even made our introductions yet," the gryphon spoke with his eyes still closed, projecting the sound out with a corvidian gruffness.

Liam didn't expect him to be able to talk. That changed everything. No longer was it a matter of interpreting the behaviour of an animal. Liam was dealing with a person. The gryph soon opened his eyes, casting a golden gleam in the direction of the startled kestrel. Liam blushed to receive such an intensely penetrating stare. He felt naked. There was nothing he could hide from the elegant crowgryph. Instead, he just stood where he was and watched as that mighty beast stretched himself out like a cat and took to his feet with a ruffle of his wings. Every step he took rumbled beneath Liam's feet, giving him a good sense of the heft he was dealing with. Even on all fours, the gryphon stood significantly taller than the kestrel, leaving Liam looking at his chest as he strode forth. Closer, closer, until almost touching, standing directly before the intruder upon his lands. Liam could only wonder if he was in some sort of trouble, but the gryphon's words remained civil, even charming.

"Well, you might be the quiet type, but it's still a pleasure to meet you. Xavier, if you wondered." The gryphon dipped his head briefly in greeting, then lowered himself onto his haunches. "You have the look of someone about to sprint into the woods, but there's no need. I certainly wouldn't harm someone as cute as you."

Cute! Did he just call him cute? Well, Liam had a name now, and Xavier was probably waiting for his own but he remained silent. Not out of fear, but more for the supreme distraction caused by the shift in angle. Xavier still towered over him from a seated position, but that wasn't what caught Liam's eye so keenly. Resting in front of him like that put into clear view that extra impressive set down between his hind legs. Liam knew he shouldn't stare, but internally acknowledging that thought was about as responsible as he got. He _had_to look. When else was he going to get the chance to glimpse such a thick, heavy sheath resting atop a divinely plump pair of gryphon nuts? They looked so heavy, almost burdensomely so, and being so close to the gryphon gave Liam a constant sample of that intoxicating musk that he so enjoyed. It was hot, exotic, untamed - everything a wild gryphon should be, even if Xavier was a particularly intelligent one.

"Ah, well ..." Liam began, trying to shake off the lust-drunkenness creeping over his every thought. "I'm Liam, sir."

"Liam, very good," Xavier nodded sagely, then gave a sharp click of his beak to direct the kestrel's attention upwards. Liam found himself swimming in the gryphon's gaze, lost in the pond of his piercing eyes as Xavier went on in a low tone, his every syllable stunning the kestrel further. "Had I not been napping, you're exactly the sort I might have pounced. You have the look of someone who's been looking for an encounter just like this one. Is that right?"

With an inquisitive quirk of his head, Xavier sat before the kestrel, penetrating him with his stare. Liam found himself slipping into a stammer.

"Oh w-well, I m-mean, um ... no sir, I was j-just ..."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Xavier asserted. "Pretty birds like you need to submit now and then, don't they? Much easier if I simply take the reins and do whatever I wish. That saves you the struggle of spelling out precisely what it is you so badly need."

An arch of his beak was all the warning Xavier gave. Liam peeped in fright as that living shadow bowled him over without even dropping into a pounce-crouch first. The gryph simply threw himself forward and was upon the much smaller bird before Liam could get his hands up. Being pinned down by such an imposing creature was enough to drive the kestrel into a state of panic, left squirming, shaking back and forth, pushing up at the feathery chest smooshed down atop his own. Xavier leaned in to nudge the side of his head with his beak, just a gentle tap. His voice came smoothly, softly.

"There there. No need to be afraid. Didn't I tell you I wouldn't hurt you? I am a civilized gryph. When I care to be."

Liam's heart was pounding, but listening to Xavier's voice was enough to gradually calm him down. He thought he was going to be crushed, for a few moments there. Or torn to pieces. Neither of those sounded good. But that, being used as a pillow by that giant hybrid, smothered down beneath his inky black feathers, immersed in his warmth, and that silky scent? That was good. He could get used to that. A long sigh was meant to steady himself, but it also let him breathe deep of that wafting essence, of that rich gryph musk that filled his head with all sorts of naughty thoughts. The small show of force had done something to Liam. Just being held down like that, helpless beneath all that weight, yet left unharmed - maybe Xavier was right. He did need this. Though he was more than content to simply be aggressively snuggled for a while, feeling those feathers brushing back and forth against his body with a pleasant ruffling sound. Xavier even seemed to know how to purr, adding a pleasant vibration to the overwhelming attention he granted his prize catch.

There was no helping his own arousal. Liam might have been clothed, but he couldn't fully conceal how turned on he was getting under all that attention. Xavier pressed down on that modest bulge, and certainly didn't shy away from it. By then, he was rubbing himself back and forth over the kestrel's whole body, massaging him with his soft feathers, rumbling away while he possessively pinned him flat. Liam was blushing like mad but he couldn't manage a single word. There was no need. Their body language spoke just fine, with the smaller bird flustered and squirming beneath the proud gryph, left to simmer in his scent, to swallow down a thought-mixing dose of pure musk right that left Liam more susceptible with every breath. And that wasn't even the source. Xavier briefly lifted himself up after an extended pin, only to crawl his way forward and come back down. This time, it wasn't his chest that held Liam flat to the ground, but instead the colossal heft of his fat nuts, planted ever so casually directly atop the kestrel's entire face. There really was only one possible reaction to such a domination gesture, and that was to serve, to lick, to taste and sniff and drink of the pure, concentrated essence clinging to a deliciously ample pair of smooth black breeder-gryph balls.

"There we go," Xavier rumbled with a light chuckle. "Be sure to be thorough. Something tells me I hardly have to insist."

The gryph set to slowly grinding over Liam's face while the kestrel desperately lapped between those heavy nuts. He couldn't lick enough. Each slurp just left him wanting more and more. Addiction came swiftly when he had a taste like that on his tongue. He was absolutely intoxicated. There wasn't much to see when he was smothered in black fur like that, so he closed his eyes tight to let himself focus instead on his other senses. The scent, the taste, even the texture dancing along his tongue. That fur was immaculately well-groomed for a wild best, but Liam was determined to groom them all the better. He slurped and stroked and admired every single inch of one nut and then the other while Xavier lightly teabagged him, going up and down on his face just to add to the domination and slight humiliation of it all. Liam found himself outright drooling after only a few seconds of licking the gryphon's balls. Or at least it felt like seconds. The truth was, in his musk-altered state, Liam lost minute after minute to worshipping that wild beast, his thoughts all but blank through slurp after slurp. He might have stayed there forever if Xavier didn't rouse him from his lust-trance with another shift in position.

"Good. Very good. You're an obedient thing, aren't you Liam?" he teased, raising his hips up just for a moment.

Liam couldn't help but babble. "Yes sir, anything you say, I just want to make you feel as good as you can feel. You taste so good ... anything you want. Let me just give it to you ..."

That outpouring of passionate need was a little embarrassing, but Xavier didn't judge beyond a chuckle.

"Anything, and more," he cryptically said, before lowering his sheath down towards the kestrel's eager tongue.

By then, the gryph was semi-firm, the tip of his cock already slipped free of that velvety hiding place. He rubbed it along Liam's tongue, sharing an early taste of his ample precum before sliding deeper. That left the kestrel pressed right between the gryphon's balls and sheath, right where the musk was at its most potent. He huffed so deeply his eyes rolled back, consciousness briefly leaving his body from the heady scent that barrelled through his mind. No matter how intense it was, no matter how overpowering, it remained supremely pleasant, in every breath. Xavier radiated pure sex, his pheromones more potent than anything Liam had ever breathed before, and inhaling them was like a drug. He couldn't get enough. Licking his way slowly up the shaft atop his face, he let the gryphon grind back and forth along his outstretched tongue. Every detail, every bump, every vein was worthy of his slathering attention, all the way to the tip where there flowed a thick, rich taste of pre-seed for him to savour. He lapped it up with a moan he couldn't suppress as that flavour adhered to his palate, lingering behind even long after he swallowed it down. And then some more. And more. Xavier's cock swelled to an imposing size under all the attention, firming some gentle barbs, thickening a fat bulb of a knot near the base.

A gryphon like Xavier wasn't going to be content with just getting his cock licked, of course. He needed Liam to be as thorough as he possibly could. Raising his haunches up briefly let some of the cold outside air rush in as if through an open door. It was finally starting to rain, letting the kestrel listen to the patter of the droplets on the gryphon's outstretched wings. He kept the smaller bird sheltered while he loomed over him, slowly swaying his hips. A long bead of pre stretched from the tip of his cock, eventually snapping off in Liam's face with a splash. Even if he didn't have a beak, there was no way Liam could have sucked a monster like that. He was just going to have to keep licking, but Xavier had a different idea. The great big beast slowly shifted forward and lowered himself down once more, this time to sit upon the kestrel's whole head at once. He made a nest out of that timid bird's face, utterly smothered him beneath his lifted tail. Even a proud gryphon like him liked a good rimjob, and Liam was more than happy to give it to him.

Deep in the musk bath once more, Liam licked and slurped and kissed as best a beak could manage while the great big gryphon so luxuriantly sat on his face. At least Xavier was careful. A little more weight and certainly could have harmed the kestrel, but he maintained the image of nonchalance even while he took the utmost of care not to crush his comfy seat. Liam stretched his tongue out as far as it could reach, slowly kneading his way past the initial resistance of that taut ring. He wanted more, wanted to be inside, even if only a little. Xavier offered an affectionate caw while he dominated the intruder bird. Liam was in his territory, and so it naturally followed that the graph could do anything with him he wanted. Xavier remained right where he was, getting his ass so delightfully eaten, until there simply isn't a single detail left unlicked. The kestrel even managed to lightly penetrate him, which he didn't mind at all. Liam wriggled an inch or so of his tongue inside the great black gryph's rump. All he wanted was to service and spoil the handsome hybrid, even if it meant working breathlessly towards the brink of passing out beneath all that heft.

The strain on Liam's lungs was never even apparent to him until Xavier lifted his haunches from his face. That was the moment for the kestrel to gasp and pant, even wheeze a little while he recovered from the extended worship session. It was a good thing Xavier knew when to stop. Liam certainly didn't. He would have kept going until he blacked out. The gryphon stood above him, his cock pumping, thumping up against his underside. He'd already made a mess out of his fur. It was sleeker with the smear of precum pouring from his cock. The wafting pheromones were driving Liam absolutely wild, but he didn't know what he was supposed to do about it. Xavier was simply too big, too imposing for them to ever be compatible. How was a slim little bird like him supposed to properly please a gryphon that big? Xavier seemed to have something in mind. He took hold of Liam in his talons and slowly flipped him over, leaving him sprawled out on his belly, curious and horny. The tap of a big black beak to the back of his neck made him softly chirp.

"Let's get you out of those clothes. Just relax, and I probably won't rip any of them," Xavier urged.

It was intimidating to feel the giant gryph working on such a precise task with his beak alone, but he managed to keep his word. Mostly. Clutching Liam's top, he tugged it over the kestrel's head with only a small audible tear in the fabric. It wasn't that important of a shirt anyway. Neither were his shorts, which Xavier of course didn't bother to unfasten before tugging them right down. That meant a slight snap of the button along the way. Liam could always replace that later. The moment was much more important to him, especially when he found himself stretched out in his underwear before a hulking beast of a horny gryphon. A thump of that gryph-cock to his back flattened him to the ground. That alone was enough to pin him in place for a while, held down by the sheer weight of that gryphon girth, basted in the musky mess slowly leaking from the tip. Just to think that Xavier was hard for him was enough to make Liam blush even more than he already was. By the time the gryphon leaned in close to whisper to him, the kestrel was absolutely blazing.

"Do me a favour and lose the last little piece, will you? You may be small, but I'm sure you're still perfectly mountable."

The words left Liam rigid all over, as if he'd suddenly been petrified. He had to admit he was, a little. That gryphon wanted to fuck him? That seemed exceedingly unwise, unless Xavier intended to break him into little pieces. It wasn't that Liam had never bottomed for anyone before, but a gryphon of such size, that simply seemed impossible. And that was before he even considered just how rough a wild, if civilized beast might have been with him. Maybe his hesitance was obvious, because he made Xavier chuckle.

"Now, don't worry too much. Gryphons have a way of simply making things work. For example ..." he began, then dropped his voice much lower, with a feline rumble to every syllable. "If I wanted to breed you like a hen, then nothing could stop me."

Such talk was enough to bring an outright whimper out of Liam. It wasn't even a chirp or any other bird sound - he was simply left fussing for how turned on the simple statement got him. He didn't bother to think about whether it was possible or not. Xavier spoke with such confidence that it had to be. With his legs lightly quivering, he raised himself up to his hands and knees. He could barely hold himself steady, but Xavier's confident lust inspired him. A slow smear of precum down his spine came with the gryph grinding his way to those lifted tailfeathers. He made such a mess of Liam, absolutely slathered him with just one smooth, musk-bearing stroke. Liam didn't mind. He wore that mark with honour, more than happy to smell like the wild forest stud. Though he still had no idea how the whole thing was supposed to work. Even when he had a prodding cock pressing at his rear, it all seemed too silly to even fathom. Maybe it was just a big tease Xavier was giving, tempting with the idea of being fucked by the handsome beast, even if that was never going to happen. Such a conclusion seemed like the most logical thing to Liam, right up until the moment he felt himself spreading out for that thumping girth.

It sank in smoothly, hotly, pulsing inside the kestrel while Liam felt his belly swell with the sheer size of that gryphcock. He could hardly believe it. Not only did it fit, it wasn't even uncomfortable. Overwhelming, perhaps. He felt his hands and feet leaving the ground briefly whenever Xavier's dick throbbed inside him. It was strong enough to hold him in the air with lust alone. Yet the gryph just kept burying himself deep inside the tender bird. He planted a scaled front foot on the back of Liam's head, pinning him face down in the dirt, ass high while the breeder bird took him, claimed him, made him the bitch of the beast he'd only just met. Xavier might have been an intelligent creature, but he still acted very much like an animal when he was horny. Burying himself in until that knot kissed the kestrel's rear, he allowed Liam a few seconds to adjust to that massive penetration. And no more. Liam certainly hadn't managed to catch his breath by the time the gryphon started thrusting. He could only whimper while Xavier fucked him in the rain, listening to the gentle patter of water upon wet black feathers blending in with the juicy plap of gryph nuts slapping against his backside.

Every driving pound sent a shockwave of pleasure through his entire body. It didn't even feel natural anymore. He was like a living condom, or perhaps a sex toy for the gryphon. Clinging to the ground proved a futile effort. Xavier held him in place and jerked him back and forth on that plump studcock, milking the chirps and cries out of him with every stroke. Liam couldn't see much from his position, but he could still easily picture those muscular panther haunches going up and down on him. Xavier found a steady pace and simply bred that bird into broken, bitch-like bliss. Liam's eyes rolled back a little, his tongue flopped out, and all the noises he made grew more and more incoherent. It was getting less clear whether he was a bird or a mouse for all the squeaking that escaped him. He couldn't even moan properly. A few good thumps of gryphdick deep into his body and he was in a state somewhere beyond ecstasy. His limbs weren't his to control anymore, twitching, shaking, quivering in absolute delight while the gryph rutted him harder, deeper, louder with every thrust.

Even in the midst of all the pleasure, Liam had to be a little proud of himself for holding up to it all. Xavier was gentle for all of five strokes. After that, he poured his strength into pounding that bitchbird numb, slamming him down flat with the force of his titanic sack slapping him from behind. Liam was flat, sprawled out, the bulge in his belly going back and forth while the gryphon held him there. He was helpless to do anything but let Xavier fuck him full of cream. Just the output of thick pre was enough to leave him already feeling a little swollen, a little bloated. He had no idea how he was supposed to hold it all. There was the sheer, blunt pleasure of getting dicked dumb by the beastly gryphon, and then there was something else, too. He felt a warm tingle just beneath his tailfeathers in the middle of all the other sensations, something unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Maybe it was leaping to conclusions, but one thought leapt immediately to mind. Xavier had been speaking completely literally. He was going to breed that birdy butt, going to knock Liam up right there in the middle of the woods simply for wandering off the path and into his domain. It didn't matter if he was fucking a cute bird boy. He was just that potent.

Such a thought was enough to leave Liam screaming, or attempting to at least. It came out as much of a screech, one that pierced through the forest loudly enough to scatter a few smaller birds. Even he was fearsome to someone, though his own sounds were swiftly drowned out by the gryphon's caws. They accompanied a swelling of his cock, somehow getting thicker, harder inside the kestrel while he fucked him facefirst into the dirt as if to plant him like a flag. That knot was like a battering ram, spanking against his butt over and over without gaining entry. There was no way. Even Xavier's mysterious abilities had a limit. The blunt force was pleasure enough, bashing Liam numb while that gryph cock remained buried deep inside him. It swelled, it twitched, it spurted, and eventually the pressure on his overstimulated pleasure button was enough to make him erupt. Liam opened his beak to make some sort of sound once his orgasm seized hold of his every nerve, but nothing came out. He was just going to have to make himself clear with how hard he came for the big gryphon. A thick, extended gush from his own cock was statement enough. Xavier fucked that cum right out of him, burying deep, bottoming out with a rhythmic clench of his nuts. That kestrel was about to get bred, no matter how little sense it might have made. Out in nature, the gryphon made the rules.

A rush of hot gryph seed left Liam almost instantly swollen, and that was just the first shot. Xavier unloaded inside the kestrel until he was all bloated up and round. His belly sagged down to the grass by the time he overflowed. The rest sprayed back out around the base of Xavier's knot, hot jets soaking the both of them in the musk of their collective climax. By then, Liam's scent was gone, wiped out and overwritten by the gryphon's own. He soaked in the excess seed that didn't fit inside his body, and he quivered his way into another orgasm. Or maybe it was just an extension of the first. He didn't know anymore. His body did all sorts of strange things that left him convulsing beneath the gryphon while he got pumped full of rich spunk. There was one thing he did know for sure. He was getting knocked up, over and over, by that impossible potent gryph seed. The rounding of his belly was the perfect preview for how he was going to look carrying a whole clutch of eggs in the coming months. Or so he assumed, at least. Xavier seemed to have other plans.

The gryphon leaned his head down to place his beak right beside Liam's head once he finished with that mighty cumshot. A great sigh and fanning of his wings was his final statement on the matter, though he was still pumping the last few thinner spurts inside the kestrel while he spoke.

"Mmm. You see? I knew what you needed. All the shy boys like you just need a proper stud to show you what good girls you can be."

He punctuated that with a sultry caw, then took a long slurp along Liam's cheek. The kestrel was already thoroughly soaked, but one lick was enough to leave him even wetter than before. It was excessive, truly. The gryphon was absolutely drooling for him while he took a sample of his taste. The thick flow of saliva from the crowgryph's beak led to a dawning realization on Liam's part. Just because Xavier was polite and considerate about pinning and fucking him in the forest didn't mean he wasn't still a beast. Wild animals had appetites.

"Of course, I'm not nearly done with you. What am I to do, simply allow a cutie like you to stagger back to civilization with a belly full of my seed and call it a day? Certainly not. You're a keeper, Liam. And I fully intend to keep you, for as long as I like."

In case the teasing wasn't clear enough indication of his intent, he added another long lick across Liam's face for emphasis. A puff of his humid breath in the kestrel's face made the bird shudder a little, but not because it was unpleasant. Much the opposite, it was sweet, rich, enticing, truly arousal to feel puffed over his damp feathers. That was the problem. Liam knew the danger he was in. He knew what the gryphon wanted. And the longer he sampled his tempting breath, the more he knew he wasn't going to be able to resist the urge to simply give in, to accept the looming fate that awaited him somewhere deep inside Xavier's belly. It was probably already inevitable, but somehow it seemed more humiliating to realize he was so ready to simply accept it. Especially when the gryphon reassured him with some gentle, if still thoroughly flirty words.

"There's no need to be afraid, of course. I am a greedy gryph, but not a cruel one, for the most part. You'll walk on your own two legs in time, once I decide you may. But not before an extended stay as part of my body."

Liam still didn't say anything, even when nudged by that corvid beak. Xavier simply went on.

"Something tells me there's nothing you want more in the world, just to hear such an offer. Wouldn't it be such a perfect pause to your cute existence? Devoured, digested by a wild gryphon, feeding the appetite of the majestic creature you so readily worshipped? Be part of me, little kestrel. Feel great purpose as my pudge."

The speech was enough to leave Liam all but paralyzed. Xavier nudged him to urge him to roll over, but he ended up having to do it himself. The kestrel simply wasn't moving. He stared straight ahead once he saw that golden gaze once more. Xavier gave him no room to escape with both front feet planted on either side of him, that open beak pointed directly towards his face. Liam hardly blinked. He knew his fate was sealed. And no matter how hard that gryph made him cum, he was fully engorged again, his cock pressing up against the swollen shape of his spunk-stuffed gut. It jiggled faintly with his motion, the audible sloshes mixing in with the gryphon's crow-purrs. That guttural sound resonated right through Liam's form. He felt it shooting up his spine, leaving only a tingly sensation in its wake. Once again the gryphon made a show of licking across the curve of his beak, and Liam's eyes were firmly fixated on that tongue for the entire journey. He was as transfixed as he was broken, unable to even whimper for the sensations and desires overwhelming his mind and body alike. All he knew was that no small part of him wanted to belong to that gryphon.

Of course, such an urge didn't come with some qualifications. Liam wasn't completely immune to his own survival instinct. Gazing into the depths of that cavernous beak was as arousing as it was terrifying. A ripple of fear like a shockwave rolled through his limbs, but all it did was make him look utterly compliant. He couldn't move a muscle as the crowgryph descended upon him. A slick slide over that tongue was just like the other licks, but so much more humid as the kestrel slipped smoothly towards the back of Xavier's throat. The gryphon engulfed him, slowly, inched along his features to make sure he tasted every inch, every feather. It left Liam feeling like he was some sort of gourmet morsel. Certainly one worth drooling over, if the steady flow of saliva within the gryphon's humid maw was any indication. The kestrel soaked in that spit while Xavier slowly tugged him inwards. It was at the same time subtle and totally overwhelming, the way he engulfed Liam in his maw, slurped him inwards, lightly closed his beak around the soft preything in his clutches just to help adjust him and pull him deeper. He didn't bite or even nibble. Liam was almost embarrassed at how gentle Xavier was with him - he wasn't that fragile.

As restrained as Xavier had managed to be, he couldn't keep it up for long. Or maybe he simply didn't want to. Once he slipped his way past Liam's shoulders and pointed that nervous bird straight towards the darkness of his throat, he allowed himself to gobble, just a little. That meant flexing his gullet in anticipation of catching his prey in that peristalsis grip. Once clamped down and latched on, there was simply nowhere for Liam to go. He was going to get eaten, and that was that. It did snap him out of his stunned state for long enough to squirm, at least. A jolt passed through his body as if he'd been suddenly subjected to an electric charge of some sort. His limbs flopped about in some rather undignified imitation of a struggle, but it wasn't that he wanted to get out, exactly. More he simply found it more acceptable to be eaten alive as long as he put up some sort of token resistance, as if that made everything right with his inner instincts somehow. He was still ragingly hard over the sensations of being devoured by a gryphon, of course. That only got more obvious once Xavier teased his tantalizing tongue down between the thighs of his wriggling prey.

A little lick was enough to disarm much of Liam's fight. It wasn't much to begin with. The kestrel felt the walls undulating all around him, felt them clamping down with possessive force to drag him into the slobbery depths of the gryphon's gullet. There was no pulling back, no slipping free of such a tight grip. Xavier slowly tilted his head upwards until his prey's feet were sticking out of his beak, parallel to the ground. Gravity was neutral to the process. He didn't need the help. His hunger alone was enough to consume the bird with flex after flex of his sleek throat. A faint bulge was the extent of Liam's outline. There were no visible features, no silhouette of his form beneath the feathers. A gryphon that big, and he simply vanished inside him, surrounded by the constant schlurk of flesh around him. Maybe it was just the heat inside Xavier's body getting to him, but in those moments, realized just how calm he felt. There was nothing to worry about. The gryphon would take care of him, in his own, ravenous sort of way.

Somehow Liam could tell Xavier was smirking when he felt his prey slump down in complete submission to him. Liam was exhausted. Getting gryph-fucked stupid like that could leave anyone in a daze. It was a wonder he was even still conscious, really. A little rest was more than fine to take, savouring in the feeling of being savoured. Xavier made sure to taste every inch of him, worked his tongue from corner to corner, swiping across every single pretty kestrel feather. Liam hardly felt any cleaner for it, given all the slobber soon clinging to his down in place of stray cum. All the pressure squeezed some of that excess spunk out of him too. His belly never went fully flat, but it shrunk down while the gryphon sucked on him, or came about as close to doing so as was possible with a beak anyway. Liam felt flattered by just how much time Xavier spent on him. It would have been so easy to simply gulp him down in one or two swallows, like any other food, but the gryphon treated him like more than just a meal. For a while. Eventually, the reality of Xavier's hunger won out, and Liam felt his world turning upside down as the crowgryph tipped his beak towards the sky, rain pouring down upon his night-feathered face. A rush of wet walls along the kestrel's body came with a deafening schliccck, but it was nothing compared to the powerful gulps he felt rumbling around him. Ullllp, and he was gone, ingested by the wild gryphon for the simple mistake of wandering off the path.

It hardly felt like a punishment. Being eaten alive felt so much better than he ever could have expected. The thrill was one thing. Then there was the stimulation of his cock sliding down the gryphon's gullet. The plunge was simply too much for Liam to handle. He went off again, even while he was being swallowed whole. His own cum splattered up over his belly as he made the smooth transition from Xavier's throat into his belly. The gryphon was still seated as he finished his meal, which allowed his gut to bulge out against his cock while he swelled with his prey. Slightly. The truth of it was, Liam wasn't even that big of a meal for someone like Xavier. He was an entire person, certainly, but a gryphon's appetite was the stuff of myths. There was no need to slink off and collapse in a heap to rest off his meal. Xavier was quite content to sit right where he was and rub at his stomach with a bird foot, and Liam felt every last detail of those toes kneading in on the sweltering prison that was to be his new temporary home. A modest belch from the gryphon made it just a little tighter in there for the kestrel, but Xavier's gut remained an accommodating place, at least for the moment.

"Ahhh," came an exaggerated sigh from the gryphon. "The cute ones go down the smoothest. All the better when I fuck them first. A creamed meal is unlike any other."

Liam wondered if he should have tried to engage in conversation, but it seemed pointless. He was just going to have to stew there in his own cum, and the slowly rising digestive fluids that trickled over his sopping feathers, while the gryphon so mercilessly taunted him about his impending fate.

"Now, do be a good bird for me and digest comfortably while I laze about. I don't even have to think about it. My body knows just what to do with little preybirds like you. Not much longer, and you'll be part of me. Give me one of those delightful squirms if you like that thought."

Such teases came accompanied by a particularly aggressive gworgle of Xavier's gut, and a squelching churn that kneaded up all around Liam's form. Whether he wanted to or not, he had to squirm. The kestrel wriggled and thrashed about in slight fright once the digestive process really started, though he was quickly soothed by the realization that none of it was unpleasant. Xavier's gut was hot, acidic, stifling really, but it carried a scent like wild herbs. The belly walls were gentle enough with Liam, at least so far, and most importantly, it didn't hurt. He didn't know how that was possible, but there it was. Even while the gryphon was actively in the process of digesting him alive, Liam didn't feel a hint of pain, or anything else. Maybe a tingle or an itch now and then, but his body numbed out to anything serious. His feathers loosened as the acids plucked him clean, but there was nothing to panic about. The kestrel curled up in a tight ball to enjoy his intense sauna experience while the gryphon continuously massaged the shape of his meal beneath the shiny black fur of his underside.

"I knew you'd like it. It just feels like home, doesn't it? You're right where you belong, morsel. Helpless birds like you get gobbled up by the gryph. First rule of nature. Or second, I can never remember."

Xavier's voice was deep and rumbly, yet soothing. He had a way of being aggressive and comforting all at once. Maybe it was the gurgling of his gut slowly rocking Liam to sleep that helped him stay calm throughout the entire process of being digested. It didn't surprise him that it worked so quickly. The initial squeezes were modest, but soon Xavier's belly worked him over like the piece of meat he was. The kestrel found himself squished tightly by the walls closing in on him, felt himself nearly submerged in the juices that bubbled and splorched around his form. The heat was overwhelming, but the rest was fine. He could simmer and sway for as long as he lasted without feeling any sort of distress. Xavier kept kneading him all the while, pressing in on the shape of his meal while the kestrel diminished within his stomach. Soon, he got a little lewder about it all. Liam was nothing if not a captive audience for the gryphon's self-pleasuring. Xavier kept one front foot planted while he worked his cock with the other, bouncing his gut and the kestrel inside up and down with the motion.

"You'll have to forgive me. Even after all these years and so many meals, digesting preyboys like you always gets me excited," came the gryphon's huff. Even filtered through his body, Liam could hear the delight in every word. Xavier wasn't faking it. "Especially knowing I get to keep you, for as long as I desire. I'll empty my balls and then fill them back up with all the extra protein you provide for me. And the rest shall simply jiggle underneath me with my every step. I do hope you don't make me too plump. I have a reputation to maintain."

The enthusiasm of Xavier's stroking closely matched the ferocity of his stomach. Liam put in a valiant effort to stay conscious, but there was no fighting such a brutal process for long. He ignored the finer details - he didn't need to know what exactly was happening to his body while he got turned into nutrients for the gryphon. The sounds were alarming enough. He listened to the fading glurrrrn of his body being transformed and melted down, followed by the occasional vicious GLORP. Then the fizzing started, maybe more like a sizzle, but it fell on deaf ears. Every part of Liam was going numb, bit by bit, until he was nothing more than a thinking piece of meat for Xavier to indulgently digest. The gryphon took such pleasure in it that he hit his climax right as the kestrel's final twitches wobbled the slight prey-swell of his belly. All went flat and smooth once more as the gryphon painted the forest floor with his scent. His territory was wherever he decided it was, but that splattered mark of musk ensured all who wandered into it knew who owned those woods, and every living thing that dwelt within. Intruders included.

It hardly felt like death, despite the gruesome nature of his digestive demise. Liam simply faded into darkness, only to realize he hadn't truly vanished. His body might have been broken, but in time, his awareness grew to consciousness once more. It was merely a transition, a passing from one state to the other. There were sensations, too. He became aware of the overall heft and size of the gryphon, intimately joined with his body, and he could feel every stroke Xavier gave his belly. Hear him, too. First it was just those content rumbles as the gryphon rested there on his haunches, swishing his feline tail from tree to tree, but eventually there were words. He'd digested Liam into nothing more than living pudge, and that meant the kestrel was in the perfect position for some teasing he couldn't even get flustered about. Though maybe in his new form, he could still blush, or at least radiate warmth in response to the gryphon's playful mocking.

"How's that feel, prey? A little disorienting, no doubt. You'll get used to it in time. Or you'll have to try." He stroked the tips of his talons across his slightly fattened gut as if to tickle Liam. "I do believe I shall keep you for ... oh, what's a few weeks as part of your predator? I'm sure you had nothing more important to do than serving me with your presence."

He paused as if to wait for Liam's reply, knowing full well he wasn't going to get one.

"I don't hear any objections. Could it be you've always wanted just this sort of thing? A beast to sweep you off your feed and devour you like the meat you are? I can feel you all warm down there. Every moment is just bliss for you, isn't it?"

The gryphon cupped his balls and let them bounce a few times before working his way back up to his middle. Even the pleasure and lust Xavier experienced was something Liam could enjoy as well, to some extent. They were truly joined, predator and prey, for as long as the gryphon kept him there. No one knew what happened to him but the gryphon himself, at least until Liam was whole again and able to tell about it. As if anyone would really believe him. He only had the beast's word that everything was reversible, that the kestrel wasn't permanently gone so much as temporarily captured by the gryphon's appetite. Yet for one reason or another, Liam felt like he could trust that indulgent creature. Xavier might have been an impulsive animal, but he knew his manners. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't snap the kestrel up all over again as soon as he was able. That thought left Liam internally blushing, spreading affectionate warmth all throughout the pudge he'd become.

"Now. If you do excuse me, I was tending to some rather important business before you stumbled upon me. Let me show you how a gryphon relaxes, trophy-fat. And then perhaps you can share in the delight of breeding with the next hen I claim."

Xavier hadn't moved far from his starting point, and that was exactly where he returned. It was just a few steps, and then he curled up once more, just like Liam had found him. He still purred a little, even long after his meal was digested and absorbed. They were together as one body beneath the branches, the rain pattering down upon Xavier's silky flanks the only sound beside the natural rumble of a very contented gryphon. He was just going to have to take another nap to make up for the first being interrupted, and Liam was going to stay right there as part of him until Xavier decided he'd had enough. Maybe it would be tomorrow. Maybe it would be a month from then. Liam wasn't concerned with explaining his extended disappearance. The only thing that mattered to him was soaking in the presence of the handsome hybrid. With a mix of affection and humiliation alike, he dwelt there upon the gryphon's gut, and there he stayed, knowing it was the perfect place for him.