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Coren was far from happy. But happy didn’t really matter with regards to his fate.

Walking though the Grove Of The Compact would have been a lot more interesting if it wasn’t for what was hanging over his head. It was a beautiful area, a place where magic flowed quite freely to make it far lusher and more bounteous than any of the land around it. Beautiful flowers, stalwart trees towering overhead, delicious fruits and plentiful small game, an enchanting aroma, it felt like a little pocket of paradise. Even paradise, though, couldn’t make everything better - because once Coren walked out of here, he was going to be chained in more ways than one to a future he’d never desired.

The dour mood seemed to radiate off of him as he walked. Not that his presence was that much - a rather weaselly man, a couple inches off of six feet tall and hardly muscular or otherwise physically imposing, somewhat unkempt brown hair getting in the way of equally brown eyes that carried with them years of contempt for everything. Which was pretty much Coren in a nutshell - not fond of people, beasts, or anything, not even really himself if he was being honest but good luck getting honesty out of him. One of eight children of parents who were ill-mannered and ill-tempered, and on the younger side but not the youngest, so overlooked for everything, he’d grown to think very little of the world and everything in it. He didn’t really care about anyone else’s fortune, only his own, and his inconsiderate attitude left him without much in the way of friends or relationships beyond a few others whose bond with him could only really be described as mutual scoundrelry.

That was how he’d gotten roped into the scheme in the first place, one of those ruffians looking for partners in crime. It was simple enough, a gambling ring which promised some big returns for anyone lucky enough to win the games...of course, they would have to be REALLY lucky, because the games were rigged, with the schemers being the ones who controlled winning and losing. The idea was to have just enough winners to keep people engaged, while ensuring that the take at the end was always a good bit higher than the give. It sounded like an easy payday, and Coren was all for easy paydays - and he hardly cared what happened to those who lost all their money on it, it was their choice to take part so why should he care?

Of course, it’s often said that there is no honor among thieves, and that aphorism proved as true for this as anything else. It hadn’t taken long for one of the bandits to get disgruntled with his share of the take, and after some choice words were exchanged, he blew the whole scheme to someone and skipped town with what he’d gotten. Which ended up being more than what anyone else had once the king’s patrol had come down on the group - their ill-gotten earnings were confiscated and they were rounded up and brought in for punishment. Just like that, Coren found himself in a severe bind, as his easy payday looked to result in hard time.

He had an out from the dungeons, but he wasn’t sure it was much better: military service. Join the ranks serving the Kingdom of Cerisee and you could stay out of what were considered to be very unpleasant prison cells. He was no stranger to prison but the ones he’d been in weren’t the dungeon-like ones you got for major offenses. He’d heard very bad things about the wardens and the conditions, and there were more than a few rumors about people dying in there that weren’t actually slated for execution or lifelong incarceration. On the other hand, military service meant taking orders, obeying superiors, training, wars, and other nonsense Coren really wanted nothing to do with. Neither sounded particularly enticing, but he wasn’t given a third option - he had to choose between those, or the choice would be taken away from him. In the end, Coren went with the one that seemed slightly less likely to kill him, and grudgingly joined the military.

He wasn’t really given much choice in what role he would have in the service, that was determined by the conscription council. Coren wasn’t particularly fond of the derisive looks they gave him - he knew he wasn’t really suited for the military, it wasn’t like he was here by actual choice. In fact he kind of hoped his unimpressive frame would get him some out-of-the-way branch that didn’t see any combat. He wasn’t prepared for what actually happened - a commander had approached him and deemed him suitable for a branch that, if anything, was MORE dangerous than the norm.

Griffinrider.

It was about as far from the ideal as Coren could have expected. Griffinriders were just as the name implied - units that rode on griffins, winged magical creatures that were something like a bird crossed with a big cat, one of the sapient beasts that inspired fear or reverence depending on who you were. These days most kingdoms had a pact with one class of these sapient beasts for military benefit - in fact, that was WHY this place was called the Grove Of The Compact, it was a place created by the joint agreement between the griffins and Cerisee. They were specialty units, they flew dangerous scouting missions, had aerial battles with riders of other sapient beasts, and were theoretically some of the most vulnerable soldiers out there. Oh, and if you fell from the sky, you were looking at a funeral, not triage. Coren did not like the sound of that at all...but what could he do? He had been determined lackluster for any typical combat role, lacked skills for supportive roles, was not magically inclined, and had no skill with a ranged weapon. On top of that, his smaller frame was ideal for a rider of a flying creature, lighter in weight and less obtrusive for a griffin’s wings. He wanted to protest, but it was clear the decision had already been made for him.

So now here he was, in the Grove Of The Compact, to find a griffin to form a bond with. The first step on his unwilling journey, and he wasn’t allowed to leave until he’d satisfied that task - if he even tried, his body would develop unbearable pain until he was back within the grove. And if he dawdled, they would rethink letting him in and switch him to a dungeon inmate. Options to escape were non-existent, and he was logical enough - if he wanted freedom at any point, it served his best interest to go along with this for now. Maybe he would have the opportunity to escape the tethers of Cerisee at some point, but that was far from within reach. So, a griffin bond it was.

He hadn’t yet seen one, but he was certain to in time - there were always griffins here, they nested here for a reason, and that reason was they were willing to bond with human riders. Stories abounded of where griffins that didn’t want such a thing resided - of course there were some in the wild here and there, but rumors of another world abounded, in which groves like this one were points where the two worlds could link together. It sounded far-fetched to Coren, but they WERE magical creatures after all, so who knew? That didn’t matter, what mattered was finding one. What should he even look for? What made a good griffin to ride? He’d gotten no guidance at all, just a command to make a choice and form a bond. He didn’t really know what that meant, either, but surely the griffins would know, so that he wasn’t so worried about. But once he bonded, that was a lifelong thing, apparently...what if he made the wrong choice?

I guess I want to find one that’s agreeable and obedient. Last thing I want is a bird that won’t listen to me when I’m high up in the air on its back. Someone that won’t cause me too much trouble with the bosses, either, quiet and deferential. Hm, I don’t know if there are too many of those kinds of griffins that would want to be doing this whole rider thing, but I have to at least try. Maybe if I ask, they can point me to one that fits the bill...though, I probably want to make sure I think of words that don’t sound like that…

Coren started as he turned a corner on the trail. There was a stream running through the grove, one that looked far too large for the area - where was there a stream like that outside the grove? - but the thing that really caught his attention was the griffin drinking from it. The creature was bigger than he expected, probably even a bit bigger than a horse though its legs weren’t quite as long, a tawny color with huge feathery wings that looked almost majestic, almost regal. As its head rose up, Coren could see the wickedly sharp hooked beak, and his eyes also caught sight of the deadly talons packed in its foredigits. Everything about the beast spoke of power and prominence...no wonder they were almost revered by some, even Coren found them a bit breathtaking and he didn’t really find much of anything that notable.

And he was supposed to approach one of them and ask to be its rider. The thought of that almost seemed absurd, he wasn’t even a fraction as impressive as they were...but, they WERE here because they had a willingness to be rider griffins. Would they be picky? Coren hoped not, he doubted that picky would include him.

Another one was across the stream, a leopard-spotted one with black wings, a little bit smaller than the drinking griffin. It was lazing on its side, looking like it was asleep. Something about that one struck Coren as more of an orderly type...he wasn’t really sure what it was, just a fleeting feeling. If he was wrong, he was wrong, but this seemed like a better one for him to approach than the first one he’d seen - that one felt to him like it had a stubborn streak. He just needed to get over to it, and there looked like there was a little land bridge a ways down, so he started towards that, mulling over what he was going to say to the creature once he got its attention. Was it going to be a long or hard process, this bonding? Screwing it up might limit his options…

So lost was he in thought that Coren had no sense of the danger until it was literally on top of him. He yelped as a heavy weight hit him from behind, slamming him to the ground roughly enough that he was astonished not to feel immense pain. Not that the impact was nice and comfortable, it just didn’t hurt. He struggled a bit, trying to get up or away, but taloned forepaws and a feathery-furry form held him firmly down. “You really oughta pay more attention what’s going on around you! Otherwise you’re gonna get ambushed like this a lot!”

That voice instantly grated on Coren’s ears. It had a depth and slight scratchiness to it that made it unquestionably griffin even to his inexperienced ears, but more importantly, it was so vibrant and energetic that it almost offended his dour mood personally. “Get...off me! What the hell, you could have killed me!”

There was a mirthful chuckle from above him. “Nah. Part of the Compact - I can’t hurt you, you can’t hurt me while we’re in this place. So I can pounce on ya all I want! Mighta done a number on your shirt, though.” The weight lifted off of Coren, and he scrambled away, another tearing sound as one talon caught more on the fabric of his shirt and mangled it further. Whipping around, he looked at his aggressor...and was momentarily thrown. The one that had pounced on him was VERY different-looking - for one thing, it was PURPLE. More precisely, a more lavender color for its fur and more violet for the feathers, with a golden beak and ivory claws, and eyes that were almost a shining blue. Coren didn’t think he’d ever seen a creature boasting that much purple before, it seemed unnatural. And it was grinning down at him in a cocky way, like he had something planned...Coren didn’t want to know what. “You could use better duds, anyway, those look like rags. Or you could go without, seems more convenient.”

The human wasn’t really enjoying this yammering. “Wha...who do you think you are, jumping me like that?!”

“Well, that’s a good question! I think I’m the Zephyr of the Lilacs, the flowery fuzzball who dances gracefully through the air, weaves through crossbow bolts, and puts on a dazzling performance before diving down and tearing out the throats of my enemies! But everyone else just calls me Velazka, so I suppose that’ll have to do for you, too!” The griffin strutted around a bit, forcing Coren to shift around a bit to keep his eyes on him. “Now I need to hear who you are, or who you think you are, at the very least!”

“Rrgh...you...it’s...Coren.”

“That’s it, huh? You must not think too much of yourself. But that’s fine, it means the journey is all the more exciting and mysterious! Me, I’d rather have a map so I know where I’m going, everything can start to look the same from up above. You’d think it’d be hard to get lost when you fly! But sometimes lost is the best place to find things, so I don’t mind too much.”

Gods...this is the worst of all possible worlds here. Nothing about this one was at all promising to Coren. Velazka was a jabberer, he clearly liked to talk and liked to engage. His tone also suggested a lack of decorum, he seemed like the kind to wisecrack and run his mouth at his superiors even while complying with them, unless he decided to push the boundaries of compliance. There was none of that regal air about him, he had an incorrigible casualness about him that make him seem ill-suited for a serious position. But so much worse...the griffin was insufferably HAPPY. Not just regular happy, either, but the kind of aggressive fuck-you-world happy that refused to be shaken by adversity, that didn’t concede to other people being downers, that would quip when faced down with the pointed end of a blade. In other words, exactly the kind of person Coren couldn’t stand. “Well, then, if you don’t mind lost, I suggest you get there. I already had a destination in mind, and you weren’t part of it.”

“Well, I’d say take a look at your map, ‘cuz I scrawled in a new destination!” replied Velazka with a cackle. “Because you’re my new rider.”

“E-excuse me?! I didn’t ask you for that!”

“You didn’t have to! I took it upon myself to deem you that. See, aren’t I helpful? Now you don’t have to go wandering around asking anyone else!”

‘Helpful’ was about as far from what Coren would use to describe Velazka as possible. “What makes you think I’m going to agree to that? Why on earth would I take a griffin that introduced itself to me by tackling me from behind? Why don’t you go find some other rider?”

“Please, do you know how few prospective riders come around here? Cerisee ain’t exactly flinging them at us! I’m bored of waiting around for someone, sometimes ya gotta take the initiative in life, right? So I decided the next human I saw was going to be my rider. Simple as that!”

This was madness. This was one of the few decisions Coren had to look froward to, like hell he was going to let some griffin make it for him! He stood up, shaking himself off and giving Velazka a glare. “Well, tough, I’m not interested in having some obnoxious idiot be shackled to me for the rest of time. I’d rather find someone and make the choice of who I’m riding myself, thank you very much. Now buzz off, I have business to take care of.” He turned and started walking again towards the land bridge, hoping that that would send the proper message...he didn’t get a dozen paces before he found himself tackled once again, that heavy weight taking him to the ground roughly once more. Perhaps it had been a bit optimistic to think that would work…

“Come on, now, surely you can’t be THAT picky!” Velazka didn’t even sound angry at the rejection, which both angered and bothered Coren - not angry meant most likely that the griffin wasn’t concerned about leaving empty-handed. He felt a sharper pressure against his back, as the griffin planted its elbow on him, looking down on him with a smirk. “Ya think I can’t already tell what you’re like? I’ve been tracking you, I already know the vibe you’re giving off. You ain’t here because you’re passionate about riding one of us! So it doesn’t really matter which of us joins with you!”

“That...is not...the case,” muttered Coren.

“Sure it is! If you don’t have a type, than anything’s the type! Besides, if you were going for Glizin over there, you’d never stand a chance. He won’t touch any but the most gentle human, and you ain’t that. I’m a MUCH better match for you! I don’t mind rough edges, I can shrug off a venomous tongue, and I can bring light into your life, which you CLEARLY sorely need, mister grouchy.”

“I wouldn’t, ugh, be so grouchy if I wasn’t trapped under a fucking griffin!”

Velazka’s smirk widened. “Sure, because you were just dancing on the clouds while you were trying to find us, right?”

Well, he wasn’t winning THAT argument. “Do you...have any idea...what you’re even going to be getting into? This isn’t...this isn’t some...fruit stand or something! We’re going to be barked at by asshole commanders! We’re going to be forced to fly in garbage weather, pounded by wind and rain and snow and sleet and who knows what other garbage! We’re going to be targets for every bow, spell, ballista, and whatever else they can throw at us! We’re going to have to face down fucking dragons! We could be staring death in the face at any given moment in time!”

“I know! Isn’t it awesome? We get to laugh at the reaper as he tries to grab at us, beat nature into submission, and show a thousand ranged weapons who’s really the boss! We’re gonna kick ass and be stylish doing it! Wait’ll I show you all my trick flying, you’ll really appreciate it once you’re up in the air with me!”

“Augh! You can’t be serious, you can’t WANT that?!”

“Sure I can! Who wants to live a boring life? There’s excitement in the world out there, and what’s more exciting than facing danger head-on? Plus, that’s how you really make a difference in the world, and I wanna be a legend for more than just my dazzling flying!”

Great, he’d just made it worse. Coren wanted no part of this, but he was really struggling to out-talk the griffin. “Well...that...you can...want what you want, I don’t want any part of it!”

“Hah, I don’t think so! Didn’t you hear yourself before? All that stuff about what WE’RE gonna be doing?” He let out a cawing laugh as Coren’s eyes bolted wide. “You already think of me as your partner! It’s a done deal, Coren buddy, we’re in it to win it!”

“That...that’s not...I didn’t mean that like...not like that!”

“Heh, maybe you thought that’s not what you meant, but that’s what you meant! Admit it, you need me, more than you ever knew! You need someone who’ll push you rather than passing you by, who’ll back you up even when you feel like you don’t want or need anyone, who’ll stand by you, on you, and under you whenever you need it. Your heart already knows it, I’m the only one who’ll do what you need them to do, and the sooner you accept it, the happier you’ll be!”

“I don’t need to be happy! I need to be...I need to not have a fucking griffin on top of me!” Coren was trying to claw his way out from under that heavy weight now, tearing up the grass a bit in his efforts. It didn’t amount to much more, but he was more than tired of this weird purple beast, anything that might have increased his chances of escape was worth it.

“You use that word a lot...you tryin’ to hint something to me?”

“Hint?! I’m telling you as loudly as possible!” Coren was blissfully unaware of what he’d just said - maybe because he hadn’t really glommed onto what Velazka was suggesting. Which the griffin was fully aware of, but it didn’t matter in the slightest, he’d take whatever opening was offered to him. And in this case, that opening was one he was very much interested in taking. And with the human somewhat trapped under him, his rear end unguarded…

Coren yelped as he felt talons lash out and tear away his trousers, leaving him exposed. “Gah! What the hell are you doing?”

“Following your hint!” cackled Velazka as he tore away the human’s already-disheveled shirt. “Since you’re so eager to get to the good stuff, and I know you’re just waiting for someone to take charge...well, I’m good at taking charge, that’s what everyone tells me! Usually cursing me to hell in the next breath, of course, but hey, grudging respect is still respect!” The boots were the last thing to be destroyed by the griffin, leaving Coren entirely nude, embarrassingly exposed, and not happy about it. Once again he tried to scramble away, thought he had an opportunity as Velazka wasn’t holding him as firmly, but his leg was grabbed by the griffin and he was dragged back towards him.

“You psycho catbird! Let me go!”

“Ah-ah, that’s no way for a rider to talk to his griffin! Well, maybe I don’t mind so much, but I should still give you a nice chuff for it.” Velazka playfully whacked Coren to the back of the head - ‘playfully’ still being hard enough to slam his face into the dirt. How lucky that the human couldn’t be hurt...though, Coren wasn’t feeling very lucky after that ringing blow. “Heh, a good way to keep your tongue in check, no? Bet you’ll want to box my ears whenever I mouth off, I look forward to it!”

“You’re a loony!”

“No, griffin! Loonies are a different bird.” Velazka pulled Coren to some slightly softer ground and then pinned him hard under his weight, grinding his sheath against the human’s rear end. THAT got a reaction out of Coren, the human gasping as he felt something press up against his rear. This crazy beast was going to rape him! Coren wasn’t exactly a stranger to that - really, the only sex he’d had was taking dick from roughnecks in the dungeons who saw his shorter and scrawnier frame and knew he couldn’t really fight it. This was something he had been trying to AVOID by coming here...not to mention Velazka had to be huge, the worst he’d had in his short stints in the clink was a gnoll who had really pushed the limits of his tolerance. There was no way he could take that without being torn open!

But it hardly seemed to matter that he was squirming around and trying to break free, he was making zero headway against Velazka’s weight and all that was really happening was that he was wearing himself out...and inadvertently turning the purple griffin on, since his butt was rubbing against him in his energetic struggle. Something that Velazka was all too happy to point out. “Ooh, you feel GOOD, all that rubbing against me, you’re really trying to get me in you, aren’t you?”

“Gh! That is...NOT what I’m trying to do, you twit, I’m trying to get away from you!”

“Really. Do all your escape methods involve grinding against a bigger male’s groin? Because if so, I’m totally in favor of that. Rf, this is definitely NOT an untested tush, bet you get a lot of attention!”

“Not any more wanted than this!”

“Maybe you should try wanting it! I think you’d like it a whole lot more if you did! A good way of finding a little joy in life, if you’re having trouble! But don’t worry, I’ll be making sure you want this as much as you can get it!”

“Are you crazy? Why would I WANT to be fucked by big-dicked beasts?!”

“Iunno? Because it’s fun? Because it feels good? Because you’re enormously subby and love being overpowered? I wouldn’t know that! But you can’t hide your true feelings, Coren buddy! The Grove makes sure the true you comes right out, ain’t no hiding yourself away! And if you really didn’t want it, you wouldn’t be pushing into me like a volunteer whore!”

Coren sputtered a bit in indignation - the nerve of that griffin, saying things like that! - but he didn’t get a chance to try to voice another objection before Velazka suddenly drove his cock into the human’s rear end. A strangled cry escaped him briefly before he tensed up and silenced himself. That griffin felt even more massive than he looked, it felt like that damned gnoll times two with how much it felt like his body was stretching around it! But far from being torn open...it didn’t even hard a single solitary bit. That was about as far as could be from his expectations, he should have been in agony but there was none to be found.

“Whoo! I knew you were a tightass but damn!” crowed Velazka as he reveled in his little triumph. “Don’t worry, I’m making it my goal in life to loosen you up a bit! You’ll thank me for it later!” Coren really wanted to fire back a withering response, but even if there had been one to be found, it wasn’t getting a chance to come out as Velazka pulled back, and suddenly the second feature of griffins made itself very well known. He felt the sharp barbs raking against his innards, scratching them in a way that should have been odious but instead were terrific, making him tingle in the most sublime way...he forced himself to keep his mouth shut tight, because he suddenly wasn’t trusting what sounds might come out of him. He’d endured forced sex before, managed to deal with even having a gnoll pounding him, but he’d never had it feel this GOOD.

Even though he was muffling his little moaning whimpers, that didn’t seem to be dissuading Velazka in the slightest. “Heh, you can try to keep quiet all you’d like...you can’t hide that nice, tight clenching you’re giving me. Fuck, you feel so good! Keep doing that, it’s incredible!” Coren wanted very much to NOT do that now that he was aware of it, but it was like he couldn’t stop it, his body was reflexively tightening on that thick cock, making the stretch feel more potent, the barbs rake harder against him, the delightful sensations crackle further through his body. He’d given up struggling, trying to focus on not reinforcing Velazka’s claim over him, but even that was feeling like a losing battle now…

Especially when he felt a claw scratch down the underside of his cock - his very hard, very leaky, very traitorous cock - and broke his silence with a shocked and lusty cry. Velazka let out a loud cackle at the response he was getting. “See? Not so bad, is it? Even better when I don’t have to hold anything back, claws like mine could be dangerous around such delicate parts normally...but when I can’t do any damage, you get to see just why it can be so fun to have something sharp working ya down there!”

There was no way for Coren to hold it back now, not with the griffin’s talon toying roughly with his cock and balls. This was a foreign gesture to him - the others hadn’t deigned to actually do anything to outright pleasure him - and he was helpless to fight against it all. Moans and cries came fast and frequent, his body squirming under Velazka and pushing back into him just as the griffin had been teasing about earlier, except he was too caught up in it to truly care at the moment. All this prompted Velazka to pound away harder and deeper, almost his whole shaft delving deep into the human’s rear. Those barbs were clawing at his walls, but the thick precum being smeared around soothed that sensation a bit, making it feel even better than before...and the purple beast had found his hot button, too, and was angling himself to strike it ruthlessly on his way inside. It was way more intense than anything he’d ever been through before, how was he supposed to hold himself back?

He never found out, since he couldn’t. Not when the sneaky griffin’s talons pulled back his foreskin and a sharp digit raked across his extra-sensitive exposed head...he’d already been teetering at the edge and that was tantamount to a shove, making him explode in orgasmic bliss as his load fired out onto the grass below him. Some of it caught on Velazka’s talon, not that he was trying to avoid it - in fact he almost seemed to be inviting that, smearing the mess around a bit as he helped pump Coren dry, pausing in his thrusts while the human rode out the crest. Once he was finally spent, he felt that touch part from his groin, and heard a sloppy lick from above him. “Mm, not bad...could be tastier, but I think we can work on that. Looks like we finally got a good response outta you, though...let’s see if we can do it again!”

And then he was back at it, and going even harder. Coren didn’t have the energy to even try to resist expressing his pleasure this time, even though the cries were wearier they were even more euphoric than before as his body was ravaged by that imposing griffin tool. The barbs clawed at him, the heavy pre gushed into him, the thickness spread him deep, and that talon resumed toying with him in the most wonderfully harsh way, bringing him back to full hardness far faster than he was ready for, ignoring the ache in his loins as he was brought back into action. His body’s motions only reinforced the notion Velazka had put forth, that he wanted this more than just about anything.

“Hah...yeah, I’m getting close now...think it’s time for the grand finale. You’re gonna love this, Coren buddy!” Harder Velazka rut into the human, and now Coren was starting to feel something...what he thought was the griffin’s body hitting him was starting to push harder, and he was dimly realizing that it was a knot. The gnoll had had one of those, too, and it had been quite the stretch to get into him - of course there was no way that brute wasn’t going to try - but this one was something else, it felt enormous, like it couldn’t possibly go in. And yet there was little doubt Velazka intended to do just that, and Coren was incapable of putting up any protest. With each harder thrust, it felt like his body ceded a little more to the beast, stretched just a little bit wider, allowed him just a little bit deeper, letting the barbs grace untilled flesh that had been soaking in that potent prespunk. It felt almost impossibly much, there was no way he could handle it all…

A loud caw rang out above him as Coren suddenly felt that bulge slam against him, spread his hole achingly wide, and slip in with a loud pop. A moment later, he felt that first viscous gush of sticky griffin cum invade his bowels, and razor-sharp talons curling into his cock and balls as Velazka captured them in a fiercely tight grip. All of these sensations almost overlapping at the exact same time was far too much for the human, who weakly cried out as he hit his second climax merely minutes after the first. His exhausted balls weren’t nearly as productive this time around, forcing out a much smaller load that was a lot stickier and less fluid, most of which squirted into the griffin’s grip. He didn’t need much, though, since Velazka was cumming enough for a hundred of him, or so it felt like...Coren could swear he could feel every crevice of his bowels getting packed full of griffin jizz, no chance of it coming out of him with that knot blocking off everything so it all went deep, deep inside, the weight of it getting noticeable in his gut. How one creature could be so productive was beyond him...it felt weirdly good getting filled like that, an oddly comforting warmth from that wetness that pumped deep inside his body. It was almost relaxing, helping to soothe him after his own climax fell off and he was overcome by a deep fatigue. Never before had being taken felt so thoroughly draining or satisfying…

Suddenly Velazka’s forelegs wrapped around him, and he pulled the human backwards up off the ground. Thrown for a loop, Coren let out a tired yelp as he was pressed flush against the griffin’s purple-furred body, suddenly seeing the world in front of him again as he was brought upright. Velazka scootched back until he was leaning back against a tree, lounging a bit, his chest heaving up and down; he was still shooting off into Coren, though less vigorously. The human flushed a bit as he realized that anyone could see the full impact that Velazka had had on his body...thankfully, there weren’t more than a couple griffins in sight, and if they thought anything of it or even noticed it it wasn’t obvious.

“Phew...nothing like a nice, fine rutting to get the stress out, eh?” Velazka’s cheeky voice was so close to his ear. “Seems like you needed a good bit of stress pumped out of you...you can’t tell me my cum isn’t a better thing to be carrying around, eh?”

“Guh…” Coren was way too tired for this...he couldn’t have kept up with Velazka fresh, much less freshly fucked. “Feels like I’m gonna swell up like a balloon…”

“Hah, I wish I was that virile! Maybe after three or four loads you might see something, but I’m just one griffin! Unless you’re hinting at something…”

“Not...hinting at anything. Mmf, just because you got me fucked, catbird...doesn’t mean I’m more inclined to be your rider…”

Velazka just laughed at that. “No need to worry about that! It’s already a done deal! With a bonding like that, there’s no way we aren’t nice and tightly linked now!”

Coren started at those words. “W...wait...b-bonding?!”

“Yep! What did you think they meant? A nice conversation? Bonding with a griffin means getting nice and physical with them! Ain’t any closer I can be than inside you, right? Though I guess sometimes it’s the other way around...I dunno, I don’t think human dick’s big enough for me, but I guess some griffins’ll take what they can get!”

At this point Coren was only half-listening...the reality of what had happened was just sinking in. He’d been outtalked, overpowered, force-fucked so hard he couldn’t even hate it, and bonded with this sunshine chatterbox lavender fuzzball who was the exact opposite of everything he’d been looking for. There was no undoing that or changing that...he was Velazka’s rider, no questions asked! This was going to be a looooooong service period...and the worst part was, he had his doubts he was even the authority in this partnership, not when Velazka seemed to be able to best him no matter how hard he tried. And with his seeming dedication to this, would he even be able to get out of it once he’d served his term?

He heard a purr in his ear and felt a rub at his belly, still rather firm with griffin dick embedded inside. “Relax, Coren buddy. Now you don’t have to worry about it! You’ve got your ride, and you know he’ll never ditch you! We’ll show ‘em what we’re made of, and make the world know our names! And you’ll never have to have a lonely night in bed...mrrr, I’m nice and warm on a cold night, you know? Heh, both inside and out, like you’re feeling right now!”

It was all Coren could do to even groan. “You’re not gonna be able to do this to me once we’re outta this place...won’t be in the Grove anymore, that whole ‘won’t hurt me’ rule won’t apply.”

“Heh, you really need to read up on this stuff! Bonded griffins and riders carry the Compact between them no matter where they go! Can’t hurt each other no matter what we do! So don’t worry, I’ll be able to give you every bit of filling you could ask for no matter where we are! And be your wingman if you’re feeling a bit more daring, a bit of magic and I can make sure you could take other things safely too, since you seem to have a thing for that! Gonna be a lot of fun in the future, Coren buddy, maybe I’ll even get to see you smile from time to time!”

Coren wasn’t so sure about that...but it was hard to dispute anything Velazka had thrown at him so far, he seemed determined to get his way. There was nothing to do about it now except go with the flow...maybe if that weird purple catbird got his way, things WOULD be better, if what he wanted was to see Coren happy. He’d enjoyed being taken for a griffin ride this much already, whether he’d really meant to or not, so perhaps it would serve him to see where the ride would take him.

And, if Velazka’s mention of his flying was any indication, to get a strong stomach along the way.