nations- chapter 2
#3 of Nations
The next chapter unfolds- as do Spirit's legs!
Well I warned everyone that I write at a snails pace... but here you all go! The next installment as i reveal a little about the opposite side of this conflict. And YIFF! YAY! So yeah... uh... enjoy!
The sun shined across flowing grasses and shifting treetops at a steep angle. It was a pleasent morning sight, even if bleary eyes repulsed at the brightness. At least the sun felt warm and inviting on Spiritrunner's scales as he stretched away the lingering remnants of sleep. He was one of a rare breed- even for these times. A draconic he called himself, for lack of any other fitting words. All the hallmarks of a dragon including wings, a tail, scales, talons, muzzle... but squeesed into a more humanoid package that stood almost exactly seven feet tall.
It had been theorised there was some specific threshold to what could be pushed and changed when reality broke all those years ago, and people started shifting. First, the person had to have the ability to survive the change itself- which usually required tremendous amounts of energy as the body not only rebuilt itself but also often fought against those very changes. Then the final form also had to be viable on its own and able to support the laws that still remained. Like food and shelter and air. And after all that, there was the mind and its ability to cope. A lot of people died by virtue of the first two- especially as fear and instinct led them to finding isolation while they fevered and struggled. Even more wound up losing their minds. Some permanently- becoming feraal shadows with hints of their human intelligence only to make them wily and trecherous. Others only losing memory of their past life and much of the knowledge from it.
Naturally, the more drastic the changes involved the more likely a person was not going to survive. But as Spirit looked over his shoulder and upward, he was glad that wasn't always the case. Otherwise he might have missed out on a very good friendship.
Several waves of air blew over Spirit and rustled his wings- his most unusual feature as they had the framework of a dragon with bony 'fingers' stretching to a length more than double his height when they were spread wide. However where the fleshy, solid layer of membranes should have been were, instead, large downy feathers that went on to increase his wingspan still further. He had to wave his wings a couple times to resettle them as his friend, Varil, hit the ground with the patter of four limbs on wild grass. He was one of the rarest to survive the changes. A gryphon.
At first glance a person might have called the featherduster small, standing at only four feet to the shoulder. But that was, of course, because he walked on all four of his limbs instead of only two. The fore transitioning from the deep red-brown fur of his body into the scaly birdlike flesh and talons of a hawk. The hind being much more feline in nature and capped by a feathery tail and wings. While his face was mostly birdlike in beak and feather, the feline hints still showed through with tufted, pointed ears and large, soulful eyes. Overall his markings spoke similarity to a redtail hawk, which, Spirit thought, complimented his friend well. Spirit's own colorings were simple. Silvery scales that had a slight golden shine, and a soft golden hue to the overlarge and downy feathers of his wings.
"Varil! What brings you by so early? I thought you had watch duties last night." The two were part of a small community that tried to make a semblance of society in the forests of a mountain valley. Part of that involved following the orders of Shade- the one in charge. A wolf-form who insisted on a near militant level of control and procedure. A style Spirit was disagreeable to, but, like everyone else, there wasn't much other choice.
In response, Varil opened his beak to drop what was in it. "Breakfast of course! How else would I thank you for last night? Besides, I wanted to make sure you got your scaly ass up at a decent hour."
Spirit first glanced at the two rabbits that fell to the ground between the gryphon's forelegs, then blushed slightly- not a red shift so much as a mere intensifying of the scale color to his ear frills and cheeks. He was remembering how the night before progressed from a walk in the trees to his first experience with a male. Varil had been taunting him for the entirety of their friendship about how the openly gay bird was going to break him from his inhibitions one day. It took a second for Spirit to realise Varil was still talking.
"Speaking of getting your ass up..." He did love to make Spirit blush "What did you think? I mean besides 'oh god, more!'"
The last bit was a slightly efeminite and overall mockery of Spirit's voice, which made him blush more at what he had finally given in to. Even though he lived outside the 'town', and there was no one else even remotely nearby, he felt embarassed and exposed. His hand reached out and clamped around the bird's beak, effectively cutting off the mocking tone with a 'wark!'. He didn't know why, but it twanged at his temper to have his ... experimental urges talked about so openly. Like he had to hide it even from the one who not only awakened but now also fulfilled them. The latter making it an even more sensitive matter to him.
Varil must have recognised that he was pushing things as when Spirit apologetically released the birdbeak, he remained somewhat mollified. The pair were silent as Spirit picked up the rabbits and turned back to the shelter he called home. It had been no more than a foundation on a hill, but something of it yelled familiarity and comfort to him. So he cleaned it out, cobbled a reasonable roof over what was essentially only a basement, and made it his. Like most things in the area it was improvised and rough but functional. It had originally been two stories, but the top had collapsed leaving the main floor a tangled mess. The fortunate thing was that mess sheltered the basement from the elements and it had held up admirably- including even a few furnishings that seemed almost untouched. So he cleared a sort of tunnel to what had once been the basement steps in the refuse, sealed it with a door and frame, and for some odd reason left much of the house the way it was. It always gave Varil a sense of entering a scraggly cave as he passed the leaning bits of wall and wood, walking on what was once a hardwood floor, following a neatly cleared and protected path of about ten feet.
When they reached the basement, Spirit tossed the rabbits onto a counter that had once served as an in house bar for entertaining, still silent. In what had become the main room- once a lounging area for watching tv until the now useless electronics had been stripped and replaced with scavenged pillows and a bed mattress- all of which remnants that survived the elements surprisingly well in the two smaller rooms divided from the main by the stairs. There was once a large TV in the middle of the back wall, set in by wooden shelving that still remained only loaded with found books and candle holders, crystals, incense burners, and other nicknacks that Spirit thought were better than movie cases and golf trophies. One such incense stick had been burning recently by the smell in the room.
The sudden quiet was grating on them both as Spirit's silent outburst faded from akward post-regrets into a search for what to say. In the end it was Varil who ended it.
"Couldn't sleep last night?" He noted the smell of the incense. It was one Spirit only burned when he wanted to relax and think about some sort of troubles. Considering that he had so little left, that it was burned at all meant he had a doozy of a troubled mind. It seemed to break the ice again.
"It was... god." Spirit looked up from his task of removing the fur from the rabbits."it was good, Varil. Really good. What we did last night." Spirit took in the gryphon's confused look. No doubt his friend was wondering how that statement applied to a troubled night. But he kept his beak shut this time and just listened. "But while my body was in it... believe me it was in it! My heart wasn't. I don't know why... but I kept feeling like I was beraying something. ... someone. And that kept me up for most of the night. I kept dreaming of a shape that wouldn't come into the light for me to see and recognise. A person that made me reach out for her. But my hand would go through like she was made of smoke."
"She?" Varil quizzed, looking thoughtful but more relaxed than Spirit expected as he turned around once in the mass of soft objects and laid down.
"Yeah... I dunno." Was all he said. He looked emptily at the rabbits and realised he might be awake but his hunger wasn't yet. At least not for that. Strangely the dreams had more awakened his willingness than repressed it. Like the memory-dreams (a part he left out purposefully) made him remember the feeling of passion and joining. It left him laying awake and wanting to feel it again.
Varil watched the play of emotions from his place of comfort. He was tired from a long night of flying and with nothing to occupy his mind other than the bliss and excitement of his friendly conquest. He really hadn't expected it to cause so much trouble for his scaly friend. He regretted that even as thinking about how he had finally pushed Spirit's boundaries made his sheath swell slightly. It was an intense evening as Spirit played the role of shy learner so well. How he hesitated at the feel of a cock in his hand, and had his tasted. How it swirled into discovery, and release of passion and eager rutting by the time the half-dragon was shoving himself into Varil's soft rear. He had to ask.
"Would you do it again ever?"
"What?' Spirit stepped from behind the 'bar', having been pulled from his own reverie by the sudden question.
Varil felt a little shy himself, having just heard what their last time caused. Or maybe at feeling selfish. "Well, you seem torn. Would it help to tell you that I don't mind if it was no more than... gratification? We've still got our friendship after all. What's wrong with just another friendly acivity?"
Spirit laughed slightly at the notion it put into both of his heads. "Right... A rousing game of cards, read a book, ...fuck eachother's brains out..."
"And help you sort out where this damn emo streak of yours is coming from in the process." Varil interrupted."You know the only way to sort out your emotions is to actually feel them first."
The bird had a point. At least one he could use to justify his own dwelling on what had happened last night. For his seeming regrets he did enjoy it. The feel of his friend's ass clenching around his textured shaft. The moans they both shared. The orgasmic relief of seeding the gryphon while his friend's body quivered and shook in delight.
"Stirred up all of a sudden are we?"
Spirit's eyes popped open, taking in the gryphon's head- cocked to one side with his cheeks pulled tight in the bird equivalent of a smile. It was little more than a shifting of the corner where beak met feather but it was suggestive enough with the look in his eyes combined. He then looked down to see his own sheath. A mound of flesh with its slit puffing slightly. He never did feel the need to wear clothes as his member rested Dolphin-like inside his body and revealed only by a slight bulge and a seam to his scales. Such a preference backfired last night... and, it seemed, now as well. The draconic blushed again, that same attractive shyness surfacing over the revelation.
"You know..." Varil rolled to his side and eyed the talons of a foreleg. The new position showed his own engorged- but not yet released furry sheath. Done purposefully no doubt. "You still haven't seen things from the other perspective."
Varil splayed the digits of his foreleg, still eyeing them casually as he saw the reaction he had gotten from Spirit. Yes. He was sure Spirit would do it again even if he was confused as to why. He did love that shy eagerness Spirit portrayed at entering unfamiliar territory. And that look alone was enough to draw Varil up from his place of rest. He felt more brazen than last night. Confident that subtle caresses and sneaky gropings wouldn't be necessary this time. Instead he simply padded over to the seemingly rooted dragon, looked upwards into his blushing face, then rubbed at the slit of his friends crotch with his forepaw.
And Varil was right. Subtlety was definitely not needed as Spirit couldn't bring himself to stop the brazen actions of his friend. Instead, as the pressure of Varil's touch bled through the draconic's loins, his own hand unconsciously laid over it. Neither of them needed to use words any more. They both knew what was coming. Spirit let out a heavy breath and leaned back as the touching continued. Hardly a minute passed though before he looked down again- his eyes meeting the smugly satisfied ones of the Gyphon. He nodded once, and they both shifted the short distance to the bedding.
Varil laid down first, on his side like before to expose his already erect manhood. The gryphon's cock was somewhat torpedo-shaped. Smooth and blunt, tapering slightly thinner towards the base where Spirit knew a knot laid still dormant. Due to his renewed nervousness though he was still not exposed. But a heat radiated from his meat that didn't want to go ignored. Soon enough his friend would be looking at the shape that was inside him only hours ago. Almost the opposite of the gryphon's own it had a lovely narrow, penetrating, slightly upturned tip that tapered out into a length patterned with a set of ridges just before his own swept knot.
Spirit laid beside the gryphon, the two facing eachother as hand and foreleg reached down between them. While Avaril was bold and to the point- rubbing the flat of his paw against Spirit's meat- eagerly coaxing it out to be enjoyed the dragon's hand touched softly, tracing the surface of the presented cock before finally wrapping his fingers around and giving a slow pump.
Varil was the first to moan- a sound punctuated by his beak clicking together rapidly in enjoyment of the ghost-like touch. "Damnit squeeze a little. You're driving me nuts." he hissed out the command. This, of course, led to the discovery of how Spirit could tease his friend while his own member finally reached its full length. It wasn't huge, but not small by any means either. Rather nicely proportional the gryphon thought as he watched the bob and pulse of blood through the barely-noticeable veins. An action that made Spirit blush again.
It seemed that Spirit had other ideas though. He remembered how Varil's beak felt around his cock. Strong and immense in pressure with the slight hint of sharp danger. He had wondered, as the bird suggested earlier, what the other perspective was like. He screwed up his conviction, and suddenly slid himself low as if to not give himself time to stop. It broke the hold on his own cock, but that didn't matter as he pulled the length before him closer and smelled. He didn't know why. It was instinctive. And it rewarded him with a heady scent of hormones and maleness. A smell unfamiliar but stimulating to his senses as he moved again in decisiveness.
Varil ghasped again, his body arching at the sudden pleasure of having hot draconic lips wrapped around his meat. He lolled onto his back, his body tensing in pleasure and relaxing again in waves as Spirit found his boldness one step at a time. A kiss. A lick. A suck of the tip that drew slowly down. The gryphon was in a world of pleasure while Spirit experimented. Only once did the mood get interrupted as the dragon's sharp teeth pressed in the wrong place eliciting an alarmed Wark! but that too was soon soothed by the surprise of the dragon's muzzle being deep enough to suck his entire length without hitting his throat. The play of his tongue was wonderful as it slid and danced.
Finally Varil was able to make himself guide Spirit's mouth away from him long enough to catch his breath. He didn't want it to end so quickly. And it very nearly had. But now he turned that raging closeness into fuel for his own actions. In moments he had dragged Spirit back up to his level and hugged him close. The draconic relaxed into the embrace, unsure of what was coming next. He was answered with a renewed grasp of his cock that then dragged lower. Over the place that hid his balls. Over the base of his tail. Then back up to find the tight circle of his tailhole.
Spirit ghasped loudly as the gryphon probed. Then grunted as it pierced inward. His mind wanted to resist the violation, even as his body lifted and tensed in surprise. His legs spread as if to push his friend away, but lost the idea halfway through and hung there suspended and spread. His tail lifted- the muscles used to move it tightening his ass still further around the finger that kept moving slowly in and out of him- then thumped to the ground and slinked from side to side.
"i can't- it's too much.." His breath was weak as his body tensed and folded in reaction to the intense sensations coming from his lower regions.
Varil simply shushed the draconic, laying his free foreleg under Spirit to lift him closer. "Yes you can. Just give it some time and don't worry. I'll go slow for you."
The finger pushed deeper, curling slightly as the gryphon's knuckles pushed against his tailbase. He could feel the hole relaxing despite his friends protests. "That's it spirit..." The draconic tensed again, this time wimpering and clenching his eyes shut as a second finger turned the feeling of mild violation into a sharp pang of stretched penetration. "The pain won't last long."
Spirit felt himself submitting to the position he had put himself into. It felt easier to just let go. To give away the control that he had been wrestling to keep. It was definitely a different experience than the previous night. Then he had been the dominant one- even in his nervousness. This submission only enhanced his alien feelings and emotions. He was eager, growing moreso by the second, but also more and more afraid of the realisation that he couldn't stop his friend anymore. He couldn't bring his will to it, and doubted he would have the physical strength to manage if he tried. It was a new level of excitement having that edge of fear. And it magnified as the gryphon grew more agressive- actively wrapping his beak over the draconic's shoulder and biting.
The sensation was impossible to describe. It sent a wave of chills over his whole body. It made his lungs tighten and release a heavy moan. His body writhed uncontrollably. And he found himself loving it. Every second. To the point where he almost didn't notice the absense of his friends fingers as they shifted positions again.
When the numbing haze of the bite faded Spirit found himself flat on his back, his wings spread out, and his legs trapped upward by the hinds of Varil's. They were looking eye to eye again. Lustful and needy meeting the nervous fog of spirit's own. He felt the hot flesh between his legs. How the length was still slickened with his own saliva. But it didn't press forward. Oh god why wasn't that pulsing meat inside of him yet? Despite his fear he wanted it badly. He wanted to know what it all felt like. But instead there it sat taunting his fears in radiant warm pulses against only the snug surface of his virgin hole.
Finally Spirit realized that his friend was watching him. Carefully. Waiting for something. Varil wanted to be sure. To know Spirit really wanted this. Varil did care greatly for what they had and wouldn't even let a wild rutting get in the way. In that moment Spirit's lingering apprehension melted away totally and was replaced by the trust he naturally felt around his friend. It gave him the security to actually let go and relax. As he did, he nodded once meaningfully, then closed his eyes and tilted up his head in readyness.
Varil pushed then, lowering his hips and swinging them forward until he felt his uncharacteristically submissive friend begin to open. He still had to be careful for as ready as Spirit thought he was, his hole was still magnificently tight. He grunted, trying to control the pressure as Spirit winced beneath him. The dragon's face contorted into a grimace, his teeth baring slowly as the cock began moving bit by bit. Spirit must have felt a twinge somewhere because his own hips suddenly turned upwards. The sudden motion gave an instant of magnified pressure and, with a pop and a wimpered grunt of surprise, the gryphon was inside of him.
They both froze in place, panting with the effort of so simple an act. But not for long as Spirit's legs grabbed at Varil's hips an pulled. It hurt. His ring burned with the stretch. But his body kept telling him 'just a little further. Just a little more and it'll feel good!'. Taking his cue, the gryphon did indeed sink deeper. Inch by inch fiery flesh spread his friend for the first time, pushing right to the edge of the knot before resting a bit. They both had to get accustomed to the intense sensations. Spirit grunted and shifted, his body clenching so wonderfully tight. So smooth as inner muscles rippled and quivvered trying to figure out how to respond to the invasion.
Varil tried to withdraw some so he could thrust again, bringing a ghasp from his own beak at the strength of Spirit's muscles as they squeesed reflexively- working against the narrowing of his meat and fighting to hold it in place. This only served to enhance his pleasure even more, and even brought a squawk that was much more pleasure than pain from the draconic beneath him. He smiled down at that smoothly-scaled face, taking in the half-lidded expression of lost extacy. The little shimmers of muted light highliting the shapes of his small silvery scales. The feel of sharp talontips through the fur of his back signalling Spirit's descent into near mindless pleasure.
They both moaned and writhed against eachother like that for unknown minutes, ghasps of discovery and experimentation rising into calls of passion and lust and finally the telltale roars of climax as the sun rose to meet a bank of oncoming clouds.