The gentleness of gryphon paws
This is a story commission I've done for Noxy
Description: While making his way through a humid jungle, Noxy encounters a sunbathing gryphon whose dark pink pads stand out in the loveliest of ways.
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***The gentleness of gryphon paws***
Noxy never expected to encounter a gryphon within the humid depths of the jungle, more so an asleep one. Clad in raven-black feathers edged with light grey stripes on his wings, he seemed completely unfit to brave such an inhospitable climate to his feathered kind. Was it not for the generous shade provided by the thick canopies, he would have overheated within the span of minutes, but today's cooler breeze seemed to favor him.
It was a him, to be sure. The firm pouch holding his plump spheres lay completely exposed to Noxy's lecherous gaze. A speckle of pink protruded from the tip of his sheath, tapered and lightly barbed. Gryphons weren't as small as hearsay implied. The shaft of what appeared to be a young male could easily surpass the width of a dhole's paw at the base, but that delightful pointy tip could still fit between his toe pads, ever at the mercy of their kneading caress.
What a beauty this one was. The simple act of circling him revealed more and more of his feathery splendor. The dappling light made it difficult to notice the black stripes streaking his dark grey coat, just as the distance masked the gorgeous dabs of black coloring the fluff cresting his head and nape feathers. Talons, nicely curved, lay sprawled in different directions, same for those grand feline paws of his.
The bean-shaped pads of his toes curled slightly inward, hiding the tufts of fur nestled within crevices surrounding their pink-colored, arousing smoothness. Twitches and throbs already rocked Noxy's shaft, bringing his canine tip into the open while studying those supple paws. He couldn't help himself; nor was it his fault. Amidst the monotony of greys and ashen whites, the dark pink of his feet stood out in the most endearing way.
Their fulness beckoned to him. Their size stirred his heart aflutter with anticipation, already fantasizing on how much foot surface he could explore with this one. A single toe alone seemed enough to match his muzzle's size, and there were four of them overlooking an even more exciting central pad!
The dhole could no longer rein in his curiosity. His unrelenting need to sample the fine scents coating those pads or seeped between those delectable toes all but overwhelmed him. The gryphon's position, stretched on his back with the head rested against a boulder with a gentle slant, made that so easy for him. He only had to step over to one of the raised paws one careful footfall at a time, tongue already flicking over his muzzle.
Nothing else mattered the closer he got to his target. The fluffy gentleness of the gryphon's belly, caressed by errant sun shafts, lost its initial appeal. The pointy ears, flopped atop the rocky bed, no longer held his attention. Noxy's world shrunk to that sole paw, vulnerably dangling in the air, emitting its captivating earthy fragrance.
Noxy wasn't the single whiff type. His sniffs came in rapid bursts, indicative of his tumultuous excitement. Smelling the appealing paws of any creature for the first time, male or otherwise, often aroused him the most. His heartbeats accelerated into a pounding frenzy while his coal-black nose traversed the stimulating shapes of the gryphon's foot, each emanating their specific fragrance with varying intensity. Beyond the curtain of natural scents impregnated into the lightly twitching toes tickled by his greedy puffs lied intoxicating musk. Every creature had a different blend of flavors, depending on their species, genders, emotional state as well as a myriad of other factors.
This male's paws smelled on the slightly rougher side. The needy one. The sort which almost pulled his tongue out for a taste. Noxy loved this sort the most. Past the elegant hues of a gryphon's natural musk lied this other veil, easily discernable by his knowing nose. It was as if the smell of paws spoke to him, guiding him to approach every individual based on what they required most.
And this one struck Noxy as the kind who would love his tongue gliding over his pads in sensuous worship so much, that he might even ejaculate from the tantalizing stimulation.
This first inspection lasted for less than a dozen excited heartbeats. Filled by uncontrollable lust, Noxy's member already throbbed out in the open, vein-laced and needy. Taking in that unique mixture of scents always did this to him. While others of his species responded in kind to the musk of their preferred set of genitals, Noxy's lust flared the brightest while making acquaintance with an attractive set of paws. The bigger, meatier and more diversely scented, the better.
It surprised him not one bit that his tongue once again slid past his lips out of its own accord, darting along the length of the gryphon's central pad. He could barely make out its subtler nuances other than the mild tang of salt specific to the film of dampness coating it, for the targeted paw violently jerked.
"Eeep!" Noxy darted back from what was to be his sumptuous meal, put on guard by the gryphon's fluttering wings and stretching hind legs. A few blinks, and focused sharpness infused his round avian pupils.
"Sorry!" the dhole yelped out a swift apology. "I--I didn't mean to disturb you! It was an accident!"
"Crrawk..." the dark gryphon let out a disinterested caw upon spotting the puny creature who disturbed his rest. His fluffed-up feathers immediately relaxed, folding back neatly into that mass of sleek plumage. "Off with you, little dog."
His diminutive size came with its own perks; big predators had nothing to fear, thus leaving their paws exposed to his incessant curiosity.
Of course he did not leave; he had not yet concluded his affairs with the gryphon's paws. What Noxy needed was the right introduction into the select pleasures he could provide, something this young, unmated male might hold in very high regards.
In order to appear less insistent, Noxy settled back on his haunches. His member remained unfortunately tense, the knot ripe behind his halfway spilled member as he regarded the gryphon's broad paws fondly. Though his feathered companion attempted to regain his previous peace, he couldn't help but blink to awareness every few minutes and find Noxy rooted in the same spot.
"Awk, away, away!" his outstretched hind leg pressed those pink, blissful pillows deeper into his muzzle, which was exactly what Noxy anticipated. Refraining from licking was an excruciating ordeal, but one that he had to swallow down. Not yet. He needed to remain composed for this to work. To make his offer known to this gryphon. "There is nothing I can do for you, craaw!"
Noxy did not expect him to. He had learned to expertly paw himself while licking and nuzzling another's paws.
"Perhaps I can do something for you," the dhole seized upon this first opportunity by directing his gaze at the young male's tucked together paws. "Are you familiar with how pleasant licks can feel on your paws? On the one part of your body--aside from your malehood--that is bereft of fur, of feathers?"
There it was. That toe clench. The one that all but betrayed the gryphon's curiosity at being tended in such exquisite--and unheard of--way.
"Erk, why would you do that?" His head rose from that slab of stone so that his golden eyes bore into Noxy's amber ones. "I've never known a creature so eager to lick my paws, of all things."
"Until now," Noxy cleverly retorted. With the gryphon's wings and talons relaxed, he considered it a good time to raise on his fours and assess more of what he'd work with.
"Gryphons are a prickly sort. I always wished to study one from up-close; to get familiar with the uniqueness of your feline-shaped paws. Consider this a mutual study. I find out what I'd like to know about gryphons simply from sniffing and licking your paws, while you discover how exquisite the feeling of a tongue on your receptive pads can be."
To provide a little sample, Noxy dashed his tongue tip over the gryphon's left-most toe, obtaining an exciting tremor in response.
"Mrawk, you're an odd one..." the young male shifted on his side so that his hind paws could bundle together. Only one could find shelter behind the other, so while his belly no longer laid out in the open, the toe pads of his exposed paw certainly did. "Like most of your kind."
If Noxy looked at the gryphon's malehood, he was certain he would have spotted a bit of pink. The allure of pleasure tugged at the senses of many a virgin male, tempting him to delight in all manner of perverted pleasures.
"It is odd. It is considered demeaning from your perspective," Noxy mirrored the gryphon's thoughts as he shuffled closer to the anxious toes of his nervously kneading paw. "But if we both enjoy it, why does it matter?"
Gryphon pride might have been widely known to be unbreachable, but that only applied to the older variety. A loner male such as his companion wouldn't have ventured into the tropical part of the continent if he had a mate. The birds who undertook such arduous travel migrated to the southern mountains to start fresh, and what better way to brave this new life than to start off with this unique type of pleasure?
"What if you simply close your eyes, relax, and bask in whatever sensations my licks spawn through your pads? I've lulled many a males to sleep this way, or roused them to the wet warmth of gentleness."
"Crrk, you certainly are persistent..."
Which is why his muzzle always found its way between plump, heavenly toes.
"Since I likely wouldn't find another canine nearly as insistent as you..." he brought his left paw out from behind the other, stacking them on top of each other. The flexing of those lovely beans shot a pang of arousal through Noxy's genitals, making his sack tighten with longing at humping such perfectly sized pads. "I might as well let you revel in this curiosity of yours."
Noxy licked his chops, flooded by nape-bristling excitement. "You can tell me to stop at any given time, and I shall. It can be done as simply and suddenly as calling my name. Noxy."
Of all the countless pairs of paws he attended, not once had his partners put a stopper on his radiant affection for their titillating feet.
"I'm...Varruk," the begrudging manner with which he shared his name pleased Noxy. He wouldn't find the trust he placed in a dhole like him shameful at all once his tongue began sweeping away all that prejudice.
Lounging on the side didn't feel as comfortable to Varruk, but it was certainly advantageous for Noxy. Instead of contending with a single paw, he now had two to play with, both awash with arousing scents present on their slightly slick surface. Whether from nerves or simply a consequence of one of the gryphon ways to cool off, Noxy found the distinct aroma pleasing, inviting, luring him to do what he enjoyed most.
To lick paws.
Resuming from where he left off, Noxy began by inching his muzzle closer to the surface of the gryphon's pads. He only had to lower his head a little for the flood of feline-specific odor to rush into his nostrils. So subtle. So...refined. The only arousing strength of the smells oozing from Varruk's pads came from his specific musk. That one had a sharper trace to it; a means of making his status as a loner male known. Yes, Noxy's nose could pick up all that. It had the ability to separate the dominant touch of a more imposing male from the more noticeable spice of a far less certain specimen.
Varruk fit into this category, and Noxy loved him for it! It took most of his self-control to restrain his gleeful whimpers at greedily sucking in the rich miasma hovering around the gryphon's pads. Their generous size ensured blessed variety, giving purpose to his roaming muzzle. While the surface of Varruk's pads retained the earthy fragrance of the jungle's bedding mixed with the brine-like vestiges of nerves that turned the gryphon's pads a little damp, the fur between the toes smelled different. Stronger, more appealing, filled with all manner of secrets trapped within.
Noxy couldn't help himself. Without requesting approval, his cold, humid nose wriggled its way between the tense toes of the top hind paw, breathing in deep.
This! This was what he looked for! The heady, pent-up fragrance of pads in a dire state of neglect! They practically oozed need, longing for a willing tongue to bless them through loving, passionate rite.
"Grrrhh..." the needy rumble of surreptitious lust vibrated within Noxy's throat. A deep hunger stirred within him. The sort that pushed him to skip past the initial stage of his paw worship ritual--the inspection--and get right to the payoff. Varruk's paws seemed entranced by that idea as well, his toes already in motion, either fanning out or curling defensively, as if suddenly uncertain of where this would lead.
Noxy couldn't let such nefarious doubt run rampant. He intervened by rolling his tongue along the middle of that broad central pad of the paw on top, collecting all of the exhilarating fragrance coating the gryphon's delightfully soft pads. Though this initial foray into this exotic pleasure was met with an instinctive jerk of Varruk's paw, Noxy's persistent muzzle followed through with the motion, refusing to let go of it.
"Mrrrmmm," Noxy's growl shifted into a rougher, more aroused pitch when the gryphon's paw sought a moment of respite by pushing him away. That only served to slip his pointy muzzle between the fanning toes and into their concealed crevices, awash with titillating musk. A single whiff of that inebriating odor, and Noxy's head swam with all manner of lewd thoughts, last but not least to grab hold of this paw with his fores and vigorously hump it.
Not now. Not yet. Not without mellowing his partner to the idea first.
The cunning dhole pressed his forehead against that warmth-radiating paw, easing it back.
"It will feel better if you relax. I've tended to enough pairs of paws to know how to stay away from the furred clumps stretching between your pads."
Varruk's beak clacked in dubious approval. Though he retreated the previously licked paw to his belly and tucked it next to the safety of his silky belly fur, the left one remained sprawled on the ground, the tips of anxious claws protracting and sheathing.
Good enough, he supposed. Centering his attention on a given paw was part of his method anyway. With only a single target left, Noxy began his trek up to those antsy toes by first mellowing down the central pad. Nuzzling into it revealed enchanting smoothness, the sort that only a feline's pads possessed. And it was so soft, so...spongy! The size of the paw pad itself further helped with that, feeling like the most restful of pillows against Noxy's cheek that brushed against it in adoration.
"I haven't felt, smelled, licked such wonderful paws in a while..." Noxy murmured under his breath. He remained like that for a short while, the side of his head leaned into the gryphon's still and timid paw. More experienced partners tended to knead at his forehead or fondle his ears, but for a beginner, Varruk did surprisingly well.
"And that's what you're after, aren't you?" He sheepishly added while pulling back, already missing the warmth of those heavenly pillows. "The licks. The rolling of a slick tongue over every inch of pink your paw has to offer."
Without even glancing at the gryphon for approval, Noxy began his quest of fully immersing into what this almost silent bird had to offer. He resumed from where he left off on the central paw pad, starting the deliberate caress of his tongue from its plump center and moving towards the edges one subsequent lick at a time. Varruk's paw squirmed a little initially, his toes seeking to entrap Noxy's muzzle or grab hold of his slippery tongue, but their size was too great compared to his nimble appendage.
Soon enough, the gryphon grew acclimated to this new type of pleasure. Noxy could hear it in the more consistent trill he emitted, a stark contrast to the terse beak snaps and indignant squawks. He experienced it in the relaxation beginning to flow through that paw, made obvious by the pleasant spreading of those bean-shaped toes that have now fully accepted his affection.
"That's it," he whispered before moving over to the toes. He normally didn't skip the edges of the paw pads, but those tended to be quite ticklish and prone to jerk Varruk out of his entranced state. "Lean your paw into me. Slip those toes..."
The completion to that phrase never came. His maw stretched to try and invite one of those meaty toes inside, ready to suckle on their perfect form. The prick of teeth alerted Varruk, however, drawing his paw back in unease.
Not that Noxy minded the setback. Attacking each of those presented beans, stretched backwards for his pleasure, with a flurry of licks made for an equally exciting prospect. He didn't stop; not even to recover his breath. Feeling his tongue slide over the inviting softness of such big toe pads was too much of a treat for him.
It was Varruk's other paw that broke Noxy's concentration. The one whose opaque surface requested to be equally polished.
How could the dhole refuse such lofty invitation? Especially when its appealing tang reminded him of what got him so hungry for this gryphon's paws in the first place?
His method with this second paw changed a little. Now that Varruk gained some due experience, Noxy allowed the gryphon to dictate not only the pace, but which region of his paw should be treated to his arousing slurps first.
It started with the middle toes that forced Noxy to gravitate between them. Through soft pushes, stretches and light grips, Varruk's toes guided Noxy to where he wanted him most. This made for quite the charming study into what brought the dhole's partner the most enjoyment. Apparently, the outer edges of his toes had a higher sensitivity to them, as each dab and curl of his tongue forced more of the gryphon's meat out one throb at a time.
Of course it swelled Noxy's heart to visibly witness such level of comfort from the male he attended. Though he couldn't tell whether it was the fantasy of being licked that drew him out of his sheath or the sheer pleasure of having his feet treated to the dhole's generous attention, Noxy's heart fluttered all the same.
"I...I think that's...enough..." Varruk's words were separated by a few needy huffs that demanded a more special attention. Noxy could have easily licked him to completion as reward for behaving so well, but that felt cheap. Mundane, and slightly unrewarding to his bobbing shaft, wracked by equally persistent throbs.
"We can do more..." Noxy stepped back to give him some space. That seemed to work best with first-timers. Let them come to their own conclusion of how much they missed having their paws licked.
It didn't take long until Varruk resumed that position of inviting surrender, with the ashen white of his belly facing Noxy's paw-enamored gaze. Though he certainly found Varruk's full erection provocative given its trigger, what aroused Noxy most were the gryphon's hind paws that lay suspended in the air, glistening with the proof of thorough affection spread along the entire surface of the pads. He had a plan on taking advantage of their saliva-slathered surface, but at the same time, he wished to employ the skills of his own paw on that peeking erection that didn't seem to waver.
"You really enjoy this, don't you?" Noxy stepped over Varruk's still tail, noting how his tailhole clenched, how his member tensed in eagerness to feel that loving tongue elsewhere. The dhole's muzzle headed for his aloft hind paw, however, lightly nibbling on his curling middle toes as he tried to slip them into his mouth one at a time. Listening to the gryphon's silent chirps and caws invited empathic stimulation surging through his own member. He had been in that position after all, of loosening mellow growls filled with longing while one of his partners let out their diligent affection on his paws.
It didn't take long at all for Varruk to attain full mast once again. It came as no surprise to Noxy; the gryphon's paws had a novel sensitivity to them, highly responsive to the elegant curling and swaying of a skilled tongue. The dhole wondered whether he could make the gryphon finish from the sheer fantasy of having his paws licked, but that seemed a better fit for a second round. Introductions into this select type of pleasure worked best when his paws had equal opportunities to prove their skill.
"Awwk..." Varruk silently sighed once Noxy's muzzle gingerly eased the toe he suckled on out. His beak hung agape. Pleasure glazed his once attentive eyes. The poor bird wished nothing more than for the teasing to come to an end; for Noxy's toes to finally prove their own worthiness.
"The wait will be worth your time," the dhole said, lifting his forepaw up to his mouth to drench his dark pads in a slick layer of saliva. While fulfilling in its own right, licking his paws never had the same effect as when others did it, kind of like tickling oneself.
His left forepaw well lubricated, Noxy hopped closer to his target on his three still-available legs. He had to keep the recently cleaned one free of the debris covering the jungle's floor; for the light coarseness of his canine pads to deliver expected payoff on that lightly barbed spire of pink, pointy meat.
"Ra--raaaaakkkkk!" Varruk's hind legs arched back in shock at how pleasant it must've felt to have his member cradled between gently sliding toe pads. Noxy insisted on the tip, guiding it between his toes where he could grip and knead at it while rested against the top of his central pad. He loved this sort of teasing; of starting with the most sensitive portion of the member for a little and intense treat.
Too intense, it seemed. The gryphon's entire frame stiffened. His wings fluttered in a strange, jerky rhythm, all while his forepaws hugged his chest tightly. Noxy paralyzed for a split moment. He considered removing his paw and delay the gryphon's release, but flooding warmth already shot between his pads before he could even make his decision.
"Awwwrkkkkk!" The keening cry of the lascivious bird acquired sweeter notes the tighter Noxy squeezed at his member.
"That good of a paw licking, mrrh?" His snicker blended with Varruk's fading vocalization now that the immensity of his load began to waver. Given that his feline member snugly fit his paw, Noxy's pads lay entirely creamed, covered in the thick, pungent, pent-up release of a male who had been waiting on this for a while. Rather than stroke along the length of his shaft, the dhole thought it best to keep kneading around the tip; to encase him in the blissful shelter of his experienced pads until he spent the last of his strength.
"Good bird..." Noxy's silent murmur accompanied the pleasured griding of the gryphon's beak. This expected turn of events led to a little trouble down between his legs. How to ask for a similar favor when this cutie had already spent himself?
The answer to his plight literally brushed against his protruding tip. While a little unrefined in the ways of control, Varruk's oversized toes still did a wonderful job in pushing back more of his sheath while slowly inviting his eagerly throbbing cock against the surface of previously moistened feet.
"I've...never done this before," Varruk's anxious words mirrored his awkward attempt to reciprocate what Noxy accomplished earlier.
"It's...there's not much to it." Huffs of building need already rolled past the dhole's slackening jaws, a dreamy expression etched on his face. "Just hold that paw like that. I'll...I'll just..."
He thought it better to just reach forward and bury his face into Varruk's other paw than to needlessly explain himself. The gryphon's toes immediately reacted to the poking and prodding of the dhole's muzzle, folding inward to nestle him within their divine embrace.
Cliché as it sounded, instinct truly did take over in situations such as this one. With the smooth, firm yet cushy edges of Varruk's central pad and middle toes locking Noxy's chin and nose right between their lewdly-scented form, he felt hornier than ever. So much so that he began humping into Varruk's other paw at full throttle.
Soft, worshipping whimpers flitted between the confined crevices of his gritted teeth. Not of pleasure, intense as that felt every time his cock lodged itself between the girthy pads or slid across their plump surface, but of deep satisfaction. He'd normally employ a more attentive touch; either nibbling, licking or suckling on a toe while pacing himself. But the heated dampness of the encasing paw worked his erection into such throbbing frenzy that it felt nigh impossible to retain the needed level of self-control.
Canines normally took longer than gryphons to finish. Such was the majority of Noxy's experiences. Yet Varruk threatened that equilibrium by working his protruding knot between his middle toes, and all but shattered that myth once he pushed back the last of Noxy's caging sheath.
"Hrrffffff!" The dhole pushed against that face-covering paw to force its toes to open wide and welcome the entirety of his face within them. At the same time, his spine arched with the finality of his final stroke, the one that forced his tip to slide across the moist central pad so that his knot landed between the gryphon's gripping middle toes. As if on cue, Varruk's sizable beans locked around his rock-hard bulb, squeezing its jerking form tight to amplify Noxy's orgasm to high heavens.
"Awwwwrrr!" Noxy's howl would have startled the whole jungle had the pads filling his face not muffle it. Though he still pumped his hips to instinctively lodge himself into the best partner he ever had--those giant paws--Varruk did not give an inch. He continued to contentedly squeeze his knot; to roll and fondle it between all his toes in turn while Noxy's seed burst out of his jerking cock one splattering spurt at a time.
He did not know where they landed, neither did he care. Leaning into that broad, cushy paw aroused him as much as it delighted him, for orgasm always felt better while hugging the one thing he loved most. Its stronger, creeping scents also helped add to the churn of lust coalescing within his knot before spurting out into the open a moment after. Noxy breathed that maddening aroma deep, letting it guide his terse yet feeble thrusts. With the brunt of his initial passion spent, the regained self-control allowed the dhole to overcome Varruk's pleasant yet predictable hold. A single step back, followed by a shallow thrust, and his tip landed right between the gryphon's pads, filling their surrounding crevices with his bursting passion.
"Mmm, you've been....so kind to me today," Noxy softly whispered between the adoring licks he placed on the limply hanging paw of the splayed gryphon. With his cock still embraced by that soiled paw, Noxy reached out for the semi-stiff spire that he knew to have a quick recovery rate to treat its length to the gentle caress of his forepaw.
"I can't picture a more perfect moment...you basking in those calming sensations while I take full advantage of the majesty of your feline feet."
Neither could Varruk, given the state of utter fulfillment he found himself in. While another climax seemed far off, the gryphon still appreciated every attention bestowed upon his wiggling toes. They all called to Noxy, begging for the slick ribbon of warmth that his tongue was to revisit them.
An earnest proposition, wholeheartedly embraced by the ever-hungry dhole when it came to plump, fine-smelling pads.
***The End***
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