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Cyclical Festival

Many cities had fertility festivals. Only San Equinas had one that stressed the cyclical nature of birth and death; a festival of new life at the cost of the old. That meant that all those who wished to breed were expected to give up their own lives in exchange.

For many outsiders and visitors, the practice seemed a little ghoulish, but it was an important part of the city’s spirituality. Participation was voluntary but encouraged, and the city treated it with a mixture of reverence and a strange casualness. Death was, after all, a natural part of life, rather than something to fear, and the citizens of San Equinas believed that eventual rebirth awaited all who expired.

Today was the day of the annual celebration. A grand procession would walk through the city streets, beginning at one end and ending up at the great temple of fertility. All participants were males, suggestively dressed, and those who reached the very end would be granted the honor of breeding a priestess. Not many reached the end, of course, because the other part of the procession was…

“…you know, every female we pass will try to pull us away,” Rain explained to his son. The hippogryph stretched, still grooming himself to look his best for the procession.

“And then we won’t make it to the temple,” Storm commented.

The hippogryphs had simple names; names weren’t important, after all. It was by your deeds, and in the life of your offspring, that you'd be remembered. Rain was one of the very few who had made it so far into adulthood that he actually knew his son. One of them, anyway – he had had a few more that he hadn’t been the one to raise. Oftentimes, the males died during mating. Sometimes, the females did, but as biology would have it, their bodies remained alive enough to incubate and lay the eggs regardless. For Storm, both of his parents had survived the process, which was a rare blessing.

“Not that it’s the end of the world,” his mother, Goldwing, called out from another room. “You’ll probably still get to breed someone if they’re successful, unless you meet a really mean female!”

“Yeah, but it won’t be a priestess,” Storm replied. “So not really as special.”

“Nonsense,” Rain scoffed. “You’ll still be fertilizing someone at the biggest event of the year. Sure, maybe you’d die doing it, but that’s a small price to pay.”

“But if I die, I'd really prefer to have been someone special. Like one of those priestesses,” Storm chuckled.

Storm was a white hippogryph, unlike his brown parents. They’d often joked that the white fur and feathers were the only reason that Rain and his wife had survived both the mating and laying. It was a sign of good luck and virility, after all.

“Everyone is special at the procession, Storm!” his mother laughed. “Even if they’re not actual priestesses, all attending females have been blessed by the goddess. You know what you really have to watch out for?”

“…no?” Storm asked.

“Well, a lot of the naughtier lasses will try to make you waste your cum instead of letting you plant it inside them,” Rain pointed out in his wife’s place. “Teasing, touching, sometimes even their mouths.”

While dying during sex was still a wonderful thing, that little detail introduced a challenging aspect to the procession. While many in the audience did wish to be knocked up, others were more mischievous or reluctant, and yet still wanted to participate. Official statistics suggested that about half the males who got pulled away from the parade by their own lusts ended up “wasting” their seed rather than getting to pump it into a receptive female.

“So, you’ll want to try to avoid that happening,” Rain laughed. “I mean, it’s no big deal if it does, we’ll be proud of you either way.”

“Pfft. You’ll see,” Storm boasted, puffing out his chest-feathers. “I’ll breed a priestess. You just might not be there to see it, old man.”

“Whatever happens, happens,” Goldwing smiled reassuringly. She had left to pick up the ceremonial outfits for the two males. They were skimpy things; little more than thongsa with suitably decorated codpieces of thin leather to stuff their sheath into. The thinnest layer of protection against groping talons and eager beaks, in other words. They were easy enough to tear off, or worse yet, rub a sheath through, which might result in a male shamefully filling their codpiece instead.

“Do we really have to wear these?” Storm sighed. “They look ridiculous. It doesn’t even hide my pubes. And I mean, we never wear clothing normally!”

“Well, that’s part of the appeal, isn’t it?” Rain asked as he wrestled to get his on. It wasn’t easy, being a quadruped, but the sheer amount of effort was what made it sexy, along with the fact that suddenly, a normally visible sheath was hidden away rather than in plain sight. That made it far more desirable to tease. Not to mention that their prominent pubes – or “lower manes,” as they called them – were still visible.

Indeed, none of the mythical, quadrupedal species of the city wore clothes in everyday life. The difficulty of putting anything on left them only used for special, ceremonial purposes, such as today’s grand festival. Rain just barely managed to pull his on using both his talons and beak. For Storm, Goldwing had to help, securing the thong around his waist and dutifully stuffing his plump sheath into it. She did so while admiring just how virile he looked; those white-fuzzed equine balls, quite enormous even for his size and almost reaching his knees, would no doubt make some fertile hen very happy, even if it meant he’d expire during the act, and she was happy to let him know that in vivid detail.

“Mom,” Storm blushed. “Do you have to stare at my sheath like that?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I laid your egg. Besides, I’m not staring at your sheath, I’m staring at your balls,” he giggled. “Like I said, they make someone very happy.”

The young hippogryph’s blush grew darker around his white beak. “Yeah, but I want to hear that from them, not my mother!”

“Take compliments where you can get them, son,” Rain pointed out, and the proceeded to taunt him along with the life lesson. “You never know when you’ll get one next. If ever! You might get teased until you snuff it before the parade even begins.”

“You wish,” Storm replied. “Priestess or bust! You can get milked dry on the way.”

His confidence was admirable; the bravado perfect for the procession. Rain found himself doubting only his son’s self-restraint; it was by pure luck that he was still alive himself, having been reckless when he was a younger, hornier male. On his very first procession, he had been the one to get pulled away by the sight of a dominant dragoness’ cunt, but despite quickly surrendering to her charms and mounting her as ordered, he hadn’t cum quite hard enough to pass on.

While he may have survived this long, he was getting old. Well, old by the standards of the short-lived and fast-breedingmythicals, at any rate. Despite what he said, he wasn’t terribly certain that he’d make it to the end, or even survive this parade – he had taken a few off to raise Storm – but that didn’t bother him in the slightest. Dying while breeding was, after all, the highest of honors, and expiring from pleasure was so much better than withering away slowly like how other species often did in their old age.

“One more thing,” Goldwing exclaimed. “Buttplugs!”

“Buttplugs?” Storm asked, raising an eyebrow. “You mean we gotta wear those too?”

“It’s part of the ceremonial outfit. You’re not the ones getting mounted, after all. Not today, at least,” she laughed. With that, she disappeared into a different room, and came out hobbling on three legs while carrying a decorated, engraved box with her free talons. She placed it down and opened it in one smooth motion, revealing a set of metallic plugs.

They ranged from frankly enormous – or so they seemed to Storm, at least – and ridged, to simple and smooth little things, each adorned with a gemstone of varying color at the end that’d show under a tail.

Rain immediately, almost casually reached for the biggest one. Storm’s eyes went wide.

“…dad, you’re really going to fit that inside you? How?” he exclaimed. “I mean… it’s kinda huge.”

“It’s not like I haven’t had other males mount me, Storm,” the father chuckled. “You should try it sometime if you survive this parade.”

By now, Storm was blushing so brightly that his entire beak was red. It only got worse when his father placed the plug on the ground and then slowly sat down, easing it under his tail with only the slightest grunt of exertion.

“Want me to help?” Goldwing giggled. “You do have to look your best for this event.”

Storm sighed. His tail flicked out of the way as his mother picked out a smaller, smoother plug and proceeded to circle around him. It felt odd pushing against his pucker, but with a little bit of teasing, his body yielded and it popped inside, safely stuck under his tail.

He gasped. It felt surprisingly good, stretching him just enough to make him pay attention to it – perhaps to make him walk with a more sensual gait – but not so much that it’d make him uncomfortable. That, and he already knew that the glimmering blue sapphire affixed to it would draw the gazes of males and females alike.

“I guess it’s kinda nice, actually,” he admitted, drawing a chuckle from both his mother and father.

With that, their ceremonial outfits were complete. Goldwing kissed both him and his father goodbye as they left their home, all knowing that it might be the last time they saw each other, and that didn’t bother them in the least.

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By the time Rain and Storm reached the start of the parade, the festival was already at full swing. Music was blaring over the crowds, seemingly in stark contrast with the spiritual nature of it all, but that was how the citizens of San Equinas liked it; the louder and rowdier, the better.

As Rain had expected, quite a few males hadn’t even made it to the parade itself. The starting point was crowded with rather lusty mythicals – dragons, all varieties of gryphons, even few manticores – who were trying to sneak a touch or grope of the participants. Most got past that point, but not all; around the perimeter of the starting location, several couples were already openly mating, thongs torn off and the parade itself forgotten. Others had expired, though as with all mythicals, their bodies remained quite usable for a long time after the spirit had departed, and so they were not exempt from the revelry.

“Wow, I didn’t think it’d be this intense,” Storm shouted to his father, trying his hardest to be heard over the loud music.

“Always is. Just wait until we actually start walking,” Rain replied. “And try not to fall off within the first five minutes.”

“You wish,” Storm laughed.

With that, the father and son got in line, waiting for their turn in the crowded parade. It was a sea of bodies and lust already, and it would, as Rain had said, only get more intense from here. While waiting, they posed for their admirers. Rain was far more shameless, lifting his tail so that everyone could see his plug, raising a leg to let people admire his clothed – and quite plump and heavy – sheath. Storm hesitated, but followed his lead, still blushing ever so slightly as people cheered at the sight of his plugged pucker and bulging thong.

The group in front of them began to move, and seconds later, Rain and Storm were walking as well. The beginning of the parade would be easy enough; the real cunning females in the audience would be about halfway through, after all the previous teasing and earnest attempts to mate had left the remaining males worked up enough to succumb more easily.

Getting to the halfway point was indeed easy, just as he had hoped. But once they passed it, the teasing began, and in no time at all both hippogryphs were already panting from the lewd displays along the parade, not to mention every horny female that’d sneak in to steal a grope of their bulges or a quick tug of the plugs they both had inside them.

Rain focused on the road ahead, disregarding every sensation as best he could. He had been here before, and he knew perfectly well that the moment he started thinking about how his cock felt, half swollen and grinding against the codpiece, he’d be well on his way to losing again. He didn’t even pay attention to his son as someone’s paw brushed through his pubes, perfectly concentrating on not concentrating on the feelings.

Others were less lucky. A few newbies made the terrible mistake of pulling their thongs off to ease the pressure. Rain quietly shook his head. Flimsy as they were, they were their only protection, and taking them off was like a siren telling everyone that you were ready to give up.

One of the gryphons ahead of them got too tempted by seeing a gryphoness presenting her sopping wet sex and pounced on top of her. Rain very deliberately chose not to look; he knew his weaknesses.

Storm, however, was less experienced. He kept glancing at the audience and their eagerness, every presented pussy and ass a little temptation to tug at his mind. It’d be so easy to simply dip out and rut himself senseless, maybe even successfully breed a hippogryph of his own. His cock told him, in no uncertain terms, to simply forget about the parade; all that mattered was getting off.

He shook his head. Not yet. He wanted to see the temple and claim a sacred womb, not just some gryphoness on the side of the road, no matter how much the thought made his cock twitch.

It was getting increasingly hard, though. He tried to follow his father’s example of self-control, but the sights, sounds, and even scents of the parade were quickly getting to him. The females in heat watching from the sidelines forced him to breathe only through his mouth, and even that didn’t stop their pheromones from affecting him. His cock was growing as hard as it could within the codpiece.

And then someone squeezed it. He never saw who it was, only feeling that sudden, loving squeeze and moaning as he nearly froze with pleasure.

“Not as easy as you thought, is it?” Rain chuckled.

Next to them, another hippogryph gave up, standing still and letting a beautiful gryphoness begin to stroke him. Rain didn’t look back, but he heard his final ecstatic moan as he reached his peak.

“No,” Storm huffed. “But I’ll still make it- nhg!”

He was interrupted by someone cupping his heavy balls, as if weighing and measuring them, but he couldn’t turn around without seeing everyone who had failed and was currently caught in orgiastic pleasure, so he had no choice but to bear it.

Soon, Storm was struggling. His cock was hard as rock, pushing the codpiece outwards and smearing the inside with his excitement, which ensured that every step meant his cock grinding against it. He stumbled a little, barely managing to keep his balance. He tried to focus on walking, trying to ignore every lewd scene and wanton offer he saw from the corners of his vision. So many females were already in mating positions, flicking their tails and swaying their hindquarters, their soaked pussies exposed in an attempt to lure in one male or another.

Others were more handsy. There was no avoiding it; the watchers would paw at his crotch as he walked past, some even trying to slow him down to stroke him. Others tugged at the plug under his tail, sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

“D-dad, it’s getting… kinda tricky, I didn’t realize they’d be this eager,” he groaned to Rain.

The older hippogryph shook his head with a chuckle. He wasn’t quite as affected, not yet, though he too had soaked his codpiece with precum. “There’s no shame if you want to just give up and fuck some hen,” he laughed. “Just means you don’t get to breed a priestess.”

“Yeah,” Storm groaned. He tried to shift the way he walked to stop the tingles. “C-can I just take the stupid thong off?”

“It’s gonna make it worse if you do,” Rain cautioned him. “Didn’t you see the others? Someone’s going to start walking alongside you, rubbing you until you cum.”

Storm grunted a quiet fuck at that. “I can’t keep going like this either or I’m gonna cum inside it,” he protested.

“Right, but I’m not pulling you away if some hot dragoness gets a hold of you,” Rain replied. He quickly ducked behind his son and pulled the thong off with his beak.

Storm’s equine shaft sprung out with a spray of precum. The cool air felt amazing on his almost steaming hot flesh, and the young hippogryph let out a groan of relief. “That’s so much better,” he huffed.

Rain shrugged. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you. Let’s keep going. I’ve got a temple to reach.”

Sure enough, he had been entirely right. The way his son’s thick cock bounced stiffly with each step drew even more attention, the crowd cheering for him was he walked past. Everyone knew that the hippogryph wouldn’t last long after he’d taken off his only layer of protection, and they were quickly proven correct when a red dragoness took notice.

“Oh! Storm! Remember me?” she called out, bouncing into the parade the instant she saw her.

“Aleutia?” Storm replied. “G-god, how long has it been?”

“Well, it’s only been a few months since we finished high school together,” the dragoness laughed. “And now look at you! Just as handsome as I remember you being.”

She wasted no time at all in sneaking paw under Storm’s body. Only briefly so, rubbing along his belly and lightly brushing over his stiff cock. The touch still made him shiver.

“…and a lot bigger and harder than I remember, too,” she added with a melodic giggle. “Hoping to breed a priestess?”

“Y-yes, I am- ngh!” he moaned out as Aleutia didn’t relent for a single second, dipping her head down and dragging her tongue along the throbbing equine length. “Wh-what are you- fuck.”

“Oh, you know, just doing my part in teasing a handsome hippogryph,” he heard her voice from underneath him. Her tongue swiped over his flat, broad cockhead to scoop up a taste of his precum, of which his cock delivered another warm spurt the instant she touched it.

Rain chuckled as he watched. He remembered exactly how it had gone for him, and given that Storm was his son, there was no chance that he’d manage to fend her off. The older hippogryph only hoped that he’d manage to at least plant his seed, should he expire.

“Are you suuure you even want to bother with some priestess? You could just let me make you cum,” she teased in a sing-song voice. “At least if you die, you’ll know it was with someone you had a crush on once!”

Rain shook his head. This was exactly why you didn’t take the thong off, no matter how uncomfortable it got: the thin leather still numbed the sensations, and it prevented others from directly grabbing you. But it was a lesson Storm had to learn for himself, or die trying.

“Aleutia, please, I just… I was really trying to-” Storm groaned, his breath hitching as the mischievous dragoness teased out another plentiful squirt of precum that nearly made the hippogryph’s knees buckle. “-to make it to the end, I c-can’t lose to my dad!”

“You’re not gonna make it anyway,” Rain laughed. “Go on, there’s no shame in losing to a beautiful dragoness like her.”

“Y-you’re right,” the younger hippogryph groaned. “Sorry, dad. I’m… f-fuck.”

The moment he relented, Aleutia pulled him to the side, out of the main parade, using his cock as a leash, and he followed obediently. She wasn’t planning on getting bred, no matter how mouthwatering his cock looked, and rather than presenting herself for a mating, she pushed the weakened hippogryph over onto his back and straddled his form, grabbing his cock with both of her front paws.

Rain stayed there, even if it meant he’d be further back in the parade. He could hardly leave him alone, and being a little late meant he got to grin at all the males who had failed along the way. Almost nobody made it to the temple. And besides, Storm clearly needed encouragement.

“Are you just going to let her make you spill your seed?” he teased Storm. “Push her over and fuck her.”

“Not… feels too good,” Storm groaned. He throbbed eagerly in the dragoness’ paws as she rubbed up and down his length, teasing out more precum to dribble over his belly.

As much as she hadn’t planned on getting bred today, though, the sight of his cock triggered something in her mind; a familiar urge to feel it inside her. And so, those two urges fought within her, one side telling her to make him waste his cum, and the other – frenzied, horny, and maternal – in turn suggesting that she take that seed into herself.

For Storm, no matter how demeaning it might’ve been to get his cock stroked outside of the parade, he could hardly deny that her soft, scaly claws, one stroking his cock while the other reached down to knead his fuzzy balls, felt amazing, so amazing that he didn't mind if this was the end. And he was already painfully close, having been mercilessly teased to the very edge before she even saw him.

“D-don’t let me… waste it, please,” he groaned, even as his hips thrust into the dragoness’ grasp, almost without any conscious control of his own.

“And why not? Are you such a good boy that you deserve to plant your seed?” she teased him back, scooting a little closer and pressing herself against him, making sure that he could feel her hot juices soaking into his fur as she grinded.

Storm moaned again. “P-please, oh, f-fuck, I’m not gonna last… long.”

“Mm, wouldn’t it be delicious, though? If you just glazed yourself with your final load?” Aleutia grinned, tracing a finger over his glans.

Rain didn’t interfere; that’d hardly have been good manners. Instead, he knelt next to his son and took his hand, saying nothing but reassuring him that whatever happened, he supported his son.

It wasn’t as if he’d be the first male to die without breeding.

Yet, the more Aleutia teased him, especially once his cock began leaking thick, white precum, the more her mind was changing. He smelled so potent, so musky and so virile that her pussy clenched against him. And so, with the young hippogryph just on the edge of orgasm, she had a rather devilish idea. She’d give him the sendoff he wanted, while also taking something from him for herself.

“I’ll tell you what,” she murmured. “Cum your heart out for me and I might sit on your cock to take the rest inside me.”

She repositioned herself, letting go of Storm’s cock and instead grinding her sopping wet folds against the length of it, sandwiching that heavy shaft between her heat and the hippogryph’s fuzzy belly.

“It’s either that, or if you try resisting, I’ll milk you dry all over yourself,” Aleutia goaded him.

“Do it, Storm,” Rain emphasized. “Just let go.”

He squeezed his son’s paw a little harder, while also leaning in close to watch them both. After all, he wanted to see his son impregnate the dragoness, even if turning himself on more might have been foolish ahead of the rest of the parade.

Others walked past, casting only brief glances at the two. It was nothing unusual to see couples fucking or playing alongside the parade.

“F-fine,” Storm groaned, as if he had a choice.

Aleutia sped up her efforts. She was grinding against him firmly, soaking his cock with her juices and getting it ready to slip inside her. Rain watched his son slowly succumb to pleasure, the constant leaking of precum slowly turning thicker and whiter as his body prepared to give her his all.

“Fine!” he repeated in a needy moan. “J-just make me cum, I can’t take it anymore.”

And only a split second after he spoke those fateful words, he came with a loud moan. The first thick, pent-up spurt of cum splattered over his chest, some even reaching his open beak, and the young hippogryph was engulfed in rapturous pleasure. The next, weaker, gushed over his belly.

“Such a good boy,” Aleutia whispered. And then she quickly raised and lowered herself. Storm felt her lips kiss his tip, and the next squirt of cum soaked them, even as she sunk down on his throbbing shaft fully, letting what remained in his balls drool into her fertile body, where it belonged.

Aleutia huffed at the feeling. She had never let someone cum inside her before, knowing the risks, but this was a special occasion, and so she allowed her womb to drink the hippogryph’s plentiful cum, allowed herself to be inseminated and hopefully – at least in the heat of the moment, it was a hope – fertilized.

Having his cock engulfed by his childhood friend’s vice-like wet heat pushed Storm into another orgasm immediately following the first, his body skipping over any refractory period as it recognized his chance to breed. The second orgasm was even more powerful than the first as he erupted inside her again, this time properly soaking her cervix with his seed, in great powerful spurts.

“I’m so proud of you,” Rain whispered as his son’s eyes rolled back in the throes of his orgasm and impending death, his body utterly overwhelmed by the pleasure surging through it. It was a coin flip’s chance to survive an orgasm that powerful, and Storm hadn’t been so lucky. Rain could already tell; Storm’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and his entire body stiffened, bar for pleasure-wrought twitches and tremors as he struggled, wheezing for breath.

And so, with a final, desperate shove of his hips, he managed to bounce Aleutia in his lap once and lodge his squirting cock deep into her, the tip nuzzled just against her warm cervix as a final rope of cum soaked into her. One last time, he took a breath, letting it out in a satisfied, stuttering huff, and then he slumped back onto the ground limply as the pleasure overloaded his body, as it often did for mythicals. Perhaps he hadn’t gotten to breed a priestess, but he expired in mind-melting pleasure, as had always been the most desirable end for his kind.

“Rest well, son,” Rain said, before letting go of his paw as it went limp in his. “And take good care of those eggs of yours, dragoness.”

“O-oh, yeah. I’m g-going to, but… gods, he’s a lot,” she groaned, reaching down to rub her belly. “I think I’ll- I’ll have to stay here a little longer.”

“Mhm. Might as well, squeeze out everything he has. Get yourself a really big clutch. You’ll be such a beautiful mother,” Rain smiled. Storm’s cock throbbed again, delivering more of his seed into Aleutia’s body.

“Don’t have to- tell me twice-” the dragoness huffed. She kept grinding leisurely against Storm’s still-warm body, riding out his orgasm, and then quickly working towards getting another one out of him.

It turned out that being filled with cum like that was an immensely addictive sensation, Aleutia realized, one that’d certainly result in her getting pregnant repeatedly until she, too, expired. But it was all worth it; she felt utterly drunk on pleasure, swaying slowly as she worked on Storm’s reflexively twitching cock.

“I have to keep moving, though,” Rain told her. “Can’t fall too far behind.”

“Y-yeah, you do that, I think I’ve got your son handled. I’ll call his mom for you so you can focus,” Aleutia groaned.

And so, as Rain turned around and kept walking, leaving the two behind, she picked up the phone she’d been carrying, one that had fallen to the ground in the heat of the moment. At least it still worked, and she still remembered the hippogryph’s home number from their time in school.

Oh, she remembered all the times that she and Storm had played innocently. To think it had ended as pleasurably as this, with him dead but still pumping cum into her, Aleutia thought with a wide smile as the dialed the number. It rang a few times, and then Gold picked up on the other end.

“Hey, is this Storm’s mom?” the dragoness spoke the moment she heard her pick up.

“It is. Goldwing. Who am I talking to?” Gold replied.

“Oh, I’m just one of his classmates from before. I ran into him at the parade!” Aleutia chirped. “He was great fun!”

Goldwing smiled to herself. “Ah, I assume he’s gone then?”

“W-well, he’s gone, but his body’s still hard at work though!” the dragoness giggled. “I almost got him off with just my hands.”

“…well, but you didn’t? Glad you had fun, at least.” Goldwing asked.

“No, I just couldn’t,” the dragoness laughed. “Poor guy was so eager to get to breed someone that I mounted him at the last second.”

While she was happy for Storm regardless, her heart soared with pride as she learned that her son had succeeded in planting his seed. “Aw, that’s very nice of you, at least he got to breed once before he died.”

Aleutia replied with another somewhat drunken giggle. “Yep. Still inside me, actually. I think I’ll ride a few more loads out of him just to make sure.”

She moaned a little as Storm still reflexively bucked inside her, flooding her egg chamber with another fresh load of his cum. And the two kept talking, bonding over what a good virile boy Storm had been – and to an extent, still was.

“Hey, did you see his dad? My husband, I mean,” Goldwing finally asked.

“O-oh, yeah. Brown fur? He was there to encourage him. Eventually had to continue though, if he failed it wasn’t anywhere near the start or middle. M-might even – nnff, sorry, your son’s still really eager, it seems – might even make it!” Aleutia replied, indeed still grinding down on Storm’s twitching cock on the other end.

She couldn’t believe just how virile the young gryphon had been. Or was, in a sense. She could almost imagine his soul, spirit, or whatever was left smiling as she made sure to milk his cock utterly dry, even it might take a while, and she already felt full of his warm seed.

To think she’d almost let him waste it, Aleutia thought, giggling to herself in that hormonal daze.

“But yeah, your son’s amazing. He’s still cumming,” she laughed. “I’m actually pretty damn sure your husband’s gonna make it with genes like that. Unless he got it all from you.”

Goldwing laughed in response, hearing the wet squelching of the dragoness riding her son. She felt hopeful. She knew Rain could do it, and breed an actual priestess, making sure he was remembered as one of the males who made it all the way!

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Rain’s thong was tenting already, the inside of it smeared with precum. He was rock hard from all the teasing, and around him, he had seen quite a few other males fail. One had spontaneously orgasmed as he walked past a gryphoness in heat – catching a whiff of her intoxicating scent – only moments before, filling his codpiece with spurt after spurt of creamy cum while he collapsed to the ground.

Tough luck, buddy, Rain chuckled to himself. He didn’t turn back to look if the other gryphon had died or not, it wasn’t important. What was important was ignoring every distraction – every sight, every scent, every touch – so that he didn’t end up meeting the same fate.

It’d only be a few minutes longer. There weren’t a lot of people this far out, and it seemed – going by the well-used corpses lining the sides of the parade, being enjoyed by both females and non-participating males – that he might be the first to make it, other than a dark red-furred manticore only a few steps ahead of him. And even he was walking stiffly, with the gait of someone trying to ignore absolutely everything going on, including the sensations wracking his body as watcher after watcher tried their luck in pulling his thong off.

If Rain didn’t do anything, it was likely that he would beat the hippogryph. And so, given that all is fair in love and war – and festivals of fertility, perhaps – Rain rushed a few steps ahead and snapped the string of the manticore’s thong with his beak.

“Can’t have you beating me to the temple, I’ve got priestesses to fertilize,” he chuckled as the manticore froze in the place the instant his long, barbed shaft bounced free.

“You bastard,” the other male hissed, raising his hackles.

But he had no time to do anything before a gryphoness in the audience grabbed at his cock, and evidently, he was even more pent up than Rain was, because all it took was one firm pump along that stiff shaft to set him off. In a convulsive spasm, he let out a strangled roar as his barbed cock throbbed in her grasp, and when the first spurt of cum hit the ground, he collapsed onto his side, wheezing as the gryphoness eagerly climbed on top of him, continuing to rub along his whole length to make sure he wasted every last drop of his cum, at least until someone more receptive found his body.

Rain didn’t stay to watch. If he did, he’d assuredly meet the same fate; he was already throbbing, leaking not only precum but outright cum into his codpiece, but he persevered. The temple loomed ahead, and he would – despite his delay from reassuring and comforting his son – be the first male to reach it.

With one final, focused push he reached the gates and stepped inside, the music and cheers fading away behind him as he found himself in the ornate, almost legendary temple of fertility. The floors were lined with soft carpets on flawless marble, and the ceilings were so high that Rain felt like he could’ve flown around inside the building.

The tapping of claws alerted him to someone approaching. Rain already knew who it had to be, and so, he took a deep breath and turned towards the sound, finding himself face to face with the high priestess. She was a dragoness clad in shimmering emerald scales, and she smiled at him as he entered, the gates of the temple closing behind him.

“Looks like the gods found you worthy,” she smiled, and without missing a beat, she turned around and dropped to the smooth marble floor, her hindquarters up and presenting her sopping wet slit.

Rain nearly doubled over as he tore the frustrating thong off himself, finally groaning in relief as his cock grew fully hard almost instantly, leaking both cum and precum. The air in the temple was pleasantly cool, but it did nothing to cool him down as he stumbled over to the dragoness, reared up, and landed heavily on her back.

“I’ve been dreaming of this my whole life,” he growled. “And now… gods, it still feels like a dream.”

“Well, don’t hold back. I expect you to fertilize every single egg in my belly,” the dragoness, known only by her title, replied in a seductive churr. “After all, you’re the only person who gets to. Maybe once you’re done and gone, I’ll have the other priestesses milk the rest of the seed from your balls.”

“If you make it out alive, that is,” Rain taunted her and bucked his hips, the broad head of his cock immediately catching on that warm, wet, and oh-so-inviting cunt of hers. They moaned in unison as he wrapped his forelegs around her waist and thrust again, this time sinking deep into her, her sex eagerly yielding all the way to his median ring.

“Oh, goddess… it’s been too long,” the priestess groaned, thrusting her rump back against the hippogryph and savoring the sensation of his thick equine cock prying her open. Just like Rain, she had survived one breeding – and in her case, one laying as well – and now, the two survivors finally threw caution to the wind once more. She clenched around him firmly, and he throbbed hard inside her, already leaking cum into her fertile body.

“It has,” Rain replied. And then he thrust harder, slowly but still roughly forcing his cock into her clutching sex, as deep as he could go, until his overfull balls pressed against the soft slick skin of her folds.

He immediately recognized that he wasn’t going to survive this one. The pressure in his heavy balls was immense, the orgasm promised by his tingling body utterly overwhelming. But he didn’t mind that much; he'd had a good life, and now it was time to make a joyful exit, if that was how it was going to go.

He started properly fucking her, and the dragoness moaned as his flare dug into her inner walls, plucking at her nerves as if her body was a finely tuned instrument that he was going to make sing for him. He sped up, rutting into the dragoness with passionate abandon, savoring every needy clench just as she equally rejoiced in feeling him throb inside her.

There was little conscious thought at that point as the world melted away into pleasure, only the sensations of pistoning into her sopping wet sex existed, in the culmination of the torturous procession that led up to this point. It had all been worth it, he understood, now that he felt her massage his entire shaft all at once, her powerful muscles squeezing every inch of him.

His hips moved faster and faster, the sensations building up until his balls were tight against his body, a pleasurable glow radiating through his entire being as his muscles in turn tensed and hips met with a wet squelch announcing each thrust.

Rain knew that he wouldn’t make it. But to his surprise, the priestess was much further along than him; it only took a few more thrusts before the dragoness herself suddenly tensed up under his relentless assault, indeed singing out with pleasure – her voice choked with ecstasy – and thrust back against him hard, to the point his cock was almost forced into her very egg-chamber.

“If… if I pass out, I want you to fuck your seed into my very womb,” the priestess moaned out. “Don’t hold back. Not for one second. Let’s give the gods a show.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Rain had been just at the edge of orgasm, but now, he was determined to give the dragoness what she wanted rather than merely seeding her. Thus, he focused, grinding his beak to hold his climax back as he rutted her, driving his cock deep into her, again and again, in a final, heroic effort to make her cum first. A sacrifice, or simply how life was? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care.

Suddenly, the scaled beauty beneath him tensed up. With a final cry of pure ecstasy, she was there, at the glorious peak of her very last mating. She clenched hard around Rain’s thick shaft, and then in sweet, honeyed rhythm, each squeeze of her milking sex signaling her orgasm. Her juices soaked Rain’s sheath, and he didn’t stop moving his hips, wanting to make the dragoness cum as hard and long as he possibly could. And she did. Hard enough that after a few convulsive spasms, she went limp, slumping down on the temple floor under Rain’s bulk.

She let out one last pleasured sigh, and then she was gone, just like that. But her body still kept caressing his shaft even as her breathing ceased.

And now, using the last ounces of his energy, Rain really went to work. He slammed hard into the dragoness’ body, pressing against her cervix as firmly as he could. It wouldn't be easy to pry her open with a broad, flat cockhead, and he was already leaking cum, just on the brink of a massive climax himself, but nonetheless, Rain tried.

Slowly, slowly the gates of the dragoness’ egg-chamber yielded, a little wider with each grinding thrust as the hippogryph panted with exertion. Just a little harder. Come on, Rain. One last push and then it’s off to paradise or the next life, he told himself, feeling his balls practically boil over.

He gave that last push, a forceful shove of his hips that finally forced the dragoness to open up, and with a pop, he was all the way inside her innermost depths, her cervix tight around his flare and trapping him inside. He could barely pull out, but he could thrust – in frenzied little twitches of his hips – and so, he did, for a few more seconds as the carnal pressure in his body finally reached its peak.

It felt like the gates of heaven swung wide open as his orgasm overcame him. Rain couldn’t breathe, he could barely even move as his cock lurched, bucked, and then erupted into the priestess’ sacred womb, the first rope of cum jetting into her and pooling there, deep inside where his swimmers could easily race up to her eggs. A tremor shot through Rain, his beak hanging open and his tongue lolling out, his vision glazed with tears of joy and his entire body trembling as he finally reached this moment, the moment it felt like his whole life had been building towards, in one glorious firestorm of pleasure.

He kept humping, grinding, anything he could, driving his talons into the temple floor as he rutted load after load into her womb. Rain began to feel dizzy as orgasm after orgasm swept over him, each stronger than the last, until finally, it was too much for even him to bear. With his cock trapped inside the dragoness until it went soft, there was nothing he could do. The pleasure washed over him like a relentless tidal wave, a tsunami of euphoria, and with one final, triumphant squeak, Rain, too, slumped over.

This was it, he knew. He stared at the beautiful dragoness, the ornate temple, and breathed his last with utter satisfaction, having accomplished everything he had wanted in life.

When he had stopped moving, the other priestesses slowly filtered into the room.

“Both of them died?” a gryphoness asked. “That’s a little unusual.”

“We’ve seen it before,” a manticore replied, as they moved to separate the two. It took some effort to make Rain’s softening cock pop free, and it was followed by a deluge of cum. They pulled him to the side, rolling him onto his back. “Looks like he still has more to give, though.”

“Hasn’t even gone fully soft,” the gryphoness laughed, leaning down to nuzzle Rain’s cum-soaked cock. “Maybe we should put him to use.”

The manticore looked at her, and then at the dead hippogryph. His balls still seemed swollen, his cock wilting but not so much that it couldn’t be teased back to full hardness.

“Mm. You know, you might be right. Really celebrate his achievement,” she chuckled. “You could take a turn; you are overdue on your next pregnancy.”

With that, a whole flock of priestesses gathered around Rain’s body. A few were already pregnant, but most, like the gryphoness who was growing increasingly wet imagining laying another clutch, were not.

Rain was dead, his spirit somewhere else, awaiting reincarnation or better. His body, though, limp as it was, remained rather eager, and the remaining priestesses were not about to let a single drop of the seed still churning in his balls go to waste. He, as the first male to make it all the way to the temple, was propped up in the center along with the high priestess – who would indeed still lay her eggs with a little help from the other priestesses – and used in the most respectful of ways by any others who made, even if she had already been fertilized.

“I wonder how many offspring he had,” the gryphoness murmured as she positioned herself on top of Rain, another priestess helpfully guiding his shaft towards her damp, fertile slit.

The instant she felt that hot maleness touch her folds, she sat down, impaling herself on Rain’s still-throbbing cock with a needy, throaty moan. He felt like a steel bar inside her.

“…a lot more, once the high priestess lays her eggs,” another replied, watching her fellow gryphoness’ hips while grinding against the hippogryph’s legs herself. “I’m surprised he survived this long.”

“From what I heard, his son got pulled away early, but the one who got him is still taking turns on his cock, too. I’m not too surprised he made it with those kind of genes,” the manticore priestess laughed, teasing her stinger along Rain’s haunches. “And I could make him give a lot more still.”

Her venom was an aphrodisiac for most mythicals, and indeed it’d make sure Rain’s body kept producing for even longer than it normally would’ve. And far more than he ever would’ve without it.

“I… yeah, do it. We might as well all get pregnant today. That’s the point, isn’t it?” the gryphoness currently impaled on Rain’s enormous cock laughed. Not that any amount of laughter could hide the fact that she was dripping wet in anticipation for the potent hippogryph’s seed.

And so, she struck, burying her stinger in Rain’s thigh. Though dead, his blood was still pumping, and so that powerful venom quickly coursed through his body. In one moment, his cock was almost going soft. In the next, he was hard as rock again, and bigger, swelling to the point it made the priestess impaled on him gasp.

And then he came immediately, his cock throbbing hard as his body surrendered to the venom, erupting inside the gryphoness so hard and firm that she moaned as his seed sprayed against her thirsty cervix, the pressure of it even sending some into her very womb.

“W-well, I think I just got knocked up,” she huffed, sitting perfectly still – she had to be a little cautious, at least most of the temple had to survive to make sure those who didn’t had a chance to lay their eggs – but shivering at the feeling of liquid heat spouting into very core.

“My turn,” the manticore smiled. “If I’m going to be spending my venom like that, I want a bellyful of potent seed in exchange.”

“F-fine,” the other priestess huffed, slowly peeling herself off of the hippogryph, just in time for the manticore to pounce his body and slam herself down to catch a fresh rope of his plentiful seed in her fertile cunt.

The rest of them took turns on him, each riding Rain’s cock until it dutifully inseminated them, ensuring another plentiful pregnancy of strong offspring. Not all of them survived, of course, limply falling off his cock before being dragged next to the high priestess where their eggs would eventually be laid.

Goldwing herself was invited to help those that Rain had successfully bred lay their eggs, and she accepted happily, satisfied that she’d get to see her late husband’s legacy. Of course, she’d help Aleutia with Storm’s offspring too, should she survive her laying.

Though many had died, a new generation was on its way, and that was the way it had always been in San Equinas.