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~THE HUNT~

By: Phamyne Plaguox

[WARNING! Contains: Male (???) on Male (Coyote) Oral Sex, Supersized Cocks, Cum Play, Second Person View Hard & Soft Vore, Non-Consensual Cock Vore, Soft Vore, and Asphyxiation (Fatal), and is not suitable for minors.]

~DayFour~

My eyes slower open to the sight of the foliage above me. But waking this morning isn't a surprise like before. I lay still for a few moments as my body wakes up and I listen to the noises of the forest around me.

Alright... It sounds safe. I carefully stand up and look through the bushes of my little hideout, observing the morning light beaming through the branches above and the gentle breeze softly caressing my fur.

Kyle: "Good. Looks like I'm alone." As soon as those words leave my lips, I realise how desperately I need to take a crap. I had been peeing every now and then while walking yesterday, but I haven't taken a dump for... Three days now? So taking advantage of my already made hideout, I remove the elephant leaves and dig a little hole for myself before squatting over it.

It doesn't take me long to dig, and as I start take a shit like some hippie in the woods, I begin tearing and folding the elephant leaves into manageable sizes to wipe myself with. Its smooth and they aren't poisonous, as far as I know.

After taking care of business, I cover the hole with sand and use the remaining leaves to further conceal my dump before taking note of my surroundings once more. I peer down the treeline and back to where I came, feeling like a kid playing hide and seek with his friends. Only difference is that my friends back then wouldn't eat me when they found me.

As I stepped out into the opening, I wondered if perhaps the predators took sleeping breaks at night too. I mean... It's easier to track in light, right? And they have to rest too. I can't imagine them not sleeping at all and tracking all night. But maybe they just change up their sleeping habits for hunting? Like... Maybe having cat naps during the day just to recharge or something?

I don't see anything different about the forest floor this morning, but the hunters could have easily passed me by in the night without leaving any tracks and are already in a whole different area... Or maybe they didn't even go into the forest like Leo? I've not heard any screaming, so that's good... Right?

I started to make my way forward once more, making sure to keep a steady pace as I scurry from cover to cover. I need to find food, and hopefully more water.

Alright. I can do this. As long as I keep quiet and low, I can make it out without anyone finding me. By this time tomorrow, I could very well be back on the highway and looking for help!

I walked for hours in the silence of the forest without any hassle until the trees parted and I came upon another open area, separated only by trees. This one however is unlike the pond. No thirst-quenching water greets me, just a large stretch of grass in the middle of a glade. This open space is also much broader than the last. As big as five soccer fields at least. I walk along the treeline and make sure to keep low as I ascertain it is indeed empty as it seems before finally venturing out into it. Still, I do my best to keep behind cover and take every opportunity to scan the area.

And thank heavens I do! For I happen upon a cluster of those grasorum growing together in a small area and quickly make my way over without hesitation! Ripping out two from the ground, I am once more on my feet and dashing to the closest bush with my prize in paw before settling in behind a the foliage.

If I wasn't so starved, I might have felt a little sorry for myself that my tail is wagging in anticipation of eating something so horrible... But as I bite into the first leaf, I strangely find it not as bitter or even as sour as the first one I consumed. It has a tinge of sweetness to it actually. I must either be really hungry, or these ones are just more "Ripe" than the one I ate before?

As soon as I finish off my last leaf, a bone chilling scream echoes out from the woods to my left. My hackles instantly raise, and I leap into position to both hide myself better and prepare to run as my gaze darts to the area I think the sound came from. My eyes lock onto the treeline a few metres away from me and the whole world around me falls still as my heart starts to race in anticipation. My fingers twitch nervously as my whiskers dance on my snout as I become hyper focused. The slightest of gusts through the treetops, every swaying blade of grass, even the shifting clouds in the sky, my eyes latch onto it all as I do my best to keep my breathing steady. I strain my ears for a reoccurrence of the sound, and that's when I see it.

Out from the trees, a very short Chihuahua boy comes crashing through the foliage with clumsy movements. The little dog is even smaller than me, he looks to be four and a half feet tall if not a little shorter and covered in light, muddy brown fur. As soon as he breaks through into the clearing however, he trips and crashes into the grass with a painful yelp! I am just about to jump to my feet and run to his aid, but as I see him push himself up on his thin arms, I watched in horror as a monstrous bear comes lumbering through right after.

Chihuahua: "EEEP!!! N-no no NO! STAY BACK!!!" He yells out while scuttling backwards on his paws as the gargantuan grizzle approaches.

It would seem that Brian Grady is this poor dog's hunter. The overweight bear is at minimum, more than double this little Chihuahua's height, and many times over his weight. The brown grizzly is what you would call the epitome of trailer park trash. He is missing a few teeth and pretty fat, almost to the point where I wonder how he can even run. Somehow, he moves much more fluidly than his body would suggest. The first time I saw him dashing around and gathering herbs, I could hardly believe it! And even watching him now as he lumbers towards the dog, it still astounds me.

Brain's chocolaty brown fur is completely unkempt. It doesn't look like he's ever brushed it in his life, and even from here I can see the dirt in his mussed-up coat. He has dark eyes, pure black and look almost lifeless in his oversized skull. He has hard, rough features, perfectly befitting of his almost devolved mentality. I'm not sure if it's from the overuse of meth or some other drug, but this guy is pretty slow intellectually. When I would watch him during one of my online splurges, he never said much, and when he did, I could literally see the cogs turning in his head when he had to answer interviewers.

The monster of a bear is upon the poor guy in a few hulking footsteps, and before the little guy can even think of jumping to his feet and fleeing, Brian's large foot comes SLAMMING down with all the power he can muster and stomps powerfully on the poor canine's leg!

Chihuahua: "AAAHHH!!!" Through his piercing screams of agony, I hear the sharp sound of his bones breaking beneath the behemoth of a bear's force, but Brian doesn't wait for the little guy to stop screaming before he mercilessly repeats the process and snaps the Chihuahua's other leg in half! I turn away this time, but I can't hide from the gut-wrenching sound of his body breaking beneath such force. His high-pitched voice rings out in my head even from here, echoing like an untuned string on a guitar.

Brian: "Try 'n run now ya mutt." He snickers through his dark, deep and absolutely horrifyingly baritone voice, and right as I take another reluctant peek at the pair, I catch sight of him slapping his round stomach, making his white, wife beater shake with his jiggly gut.

Looking to the little dog at the chunky bear's feet, the canine is an absolute blubbering mess of snot and tears. He's sobbing incoherent words with a hauntingly scared face as he continues to crawl away from Brian on shaky arms, his broken legs dragging lifelessly behind him, smearing his blood all along the grass as he cries for mercy. But the Chihuahua doesn't make it far, as the grizzly is upon him once more and with just as much of a ruthless stomp as before. Brian strikes with his full weight on the small guys left arm and I watch in horror as his forearm breaks in half! His radius breaks through the skin, protruding through a gush of blood as it twists just as morbidly bent as the howl he releases. The small dog curls up, frantically clutching his mangled arm and howling in absolute agony as Brian grin betrays the enjoyment he is deriving from his suffering through a twisted grin.

Brian: "Hehe, nice 'n bloody. Jus' how I like." Brian says through a mouth of missing teeth as he laughs to himself in the most chillingly wicked chuckle I have ever heard. My blood runs cold as I look to the small dog still screaming in agony beneath the hulking bear. There is no escape for him now...

I have no choice but to just sit here, watching as the monster kneels down over the canine and grabs him roughly by the throat with his massive paw. The Chihuahua opens him mouth to scream, bloodshot eyes going wide as tears and snot paint his facefur, but nothing more than a choking squeak sounds out through his parted lips. Brian's one paw wraps so easily and tightly around the dog's thin neck that all he has to do is tighten his grip ever so slightly and he will break it! I cringe as the grizzly continues to press the Chihuahua into the grass with a single paw around his neck while pressing his fat stomach into the canine's mangles legs, smearing blood all along his already stained vest.

Brian: "Yas... YAS!!!" The bear yells out as he starts to hump against the little dog's tiny frame, drawing some type of sick pleasure from watching the canine spasm and writhe in his grip as he chokes the life from him.

Spit flies from the Chihuahua's mouth as he gasps for air in the most unearthly croak I've ever heard. It's strained and broken in a horrific way that reminds me of the sounds zombies make in movies. The dog is slapping uselessly against Brian's chest as he fights through the convulsions and asphyxiation for reprieve. But his struggle is short lived, as his tiny body becomes limp beneath the bear throttling him. I watch as his little paws fall wearily to his side as his eyes roll back into his skull and begin to flutter through his breathless gasps. I watch on in bated breath as I fear this will surely be the end for the poor canine, it's been nearly a full minute and I can tell his body has reached its limits. But just before it looks like the Chihuahua is going to choke to death under the relentless grip of the bear, Brian releases his neck and starts chuckles to himself as the little dog's body immediately lurches through a sharp inhalation. The canine coughs through dry croaks and splutters wheezing breaths as the grizzly remains pressed into his tiny frame with a truly sickening grin spread across his face.

I seethe through my teeth and look away as my paws clench into fists. The sight of the small dog being tortured hurts my own heart as if Brian himself were squeezing it in his palm. I hate myself in this moment where I can do nothing but squeeze my eyes shut and listen to the harmonizing of the grizzly's wicked cackle and the Chihuahua's strained gasps. But my eyes quickly shoot open and hastily shoot back to the duo as the small dog lets out an even louder bark of pain than before. I look on with dread to find that Brian had reached between them and broken the Chihuahua's one leg in a second place, bending his femur upwards before grabbing beneath the knee and shakes it around!

Brian's clenched paw is drenched in blood as he flops the Chihuahua's mangled leg around as if he were some type of doll, breaking the limits his legs should ever be able to bend as he forces the limb to curl all the way upwards! The grizzly completely ignores the dog's blood curdling cries, looking to the canine's leg flopping around in his paw with a childlike wonder as if he were dissecting a frog for the first time.

I can't hold back my tears as I watch the monster become bored with jerking around the Chihuahua's leg before he snatches up the small guy's arm that was slapping his chest and snap it in one paw as if it were a twig! The agony seems to be too much for the little dog this time, for as soon as Brian releases his contorted arm, the Chihuahua falls absolutely limp to the ground. His muzzle hangs open with his tongue lolling out and his tear-stained eyes closed. The canine's limbs are all twisted in different directions around him as he lays beneath Brian, he looks almost like some wire toy an angry child bent without mercy. The sight of his tiny body in such a state is absolutely horrifying... With the size difference it almost feels like watching an adult abusing a child.

Brian: "Huh? Ya dead already? I wasn' done havin' fun with ya." The bear says while gripping the dogs muzzle with one paw and shaking his head around tiredly before shrugging his shoulders with a jaded expression. Then, without mercy, I watch as Brian slides the same paw down the dog's face and wraps it around the Chihuahua's neck, and in one smooth motion, snaps it in half! Instantly killing the poor dog through a bone cracking twist!

Kyle: "!!!" I have to quickly cover my mouth as to not scream, the sight so unforgivably cruel and uncaring it makes my stomach drop through my feet!

I-I can't stay here... But I'm almost frozen in place by the traumatic sight of witnessing someone die for the very first time in my life. It was so fast and ruthless. So... Easy... Brian took the dog's life as if it meant nothing to him. The Chihuahua's tiny chest stopped moving so quickly, so unbearably facilely that it feels as if a part of my own spirit died along with him. The canine had absolutely no chance in fighting off this monstrous brute. He was so hatefully tortured in the final moments of his life before succumbing to pain... The last thing he ever felt in this world was a soul crushing terror and an unbearable agony that probably killed him more than his neck being snapped in two... My heart sinks at the feeling I now share with him, my mind reeling in the fragility of life so easily taken ... My thoughtless gaze quickly snaps back as I come to when Brian grunts while he moves into a sitting position in front of the dog.

I can hear Brian mumbling something incoherent under this breath and as he murmurs to himself. I don't know what he is doing, but from the sounds of it... I don't think I want to know. The echo of flesh and bone ripping has me struggling to hold back my gags and bile works its way up my throat while my mind conjures up the worst of images. The crunching of cartilage and rendering of skin being torn starts to make me feel dizzy with nausea. The sound is unlike anything I could have ever conjured up. The sick, wet, squelching noises of Brian mutilating the Chihuahua's lifeless corpse plays in my ears and sinks into my brain with images of a butcher dismembering bloody livestock. And the smell... The scent of his metallic blood hits me almost as hard as the gut wrenching, mutilating sounds of the dogs' body being mangled.

My eyes shoot open wide as I hear the bear audibly biting into flesh and ripping it off! The unmistakable mumble of a mouth full of food is accompanied by a rumbling in the bear's broad chest as he moans in delight. Without being able to stop myself, I look back towards them and finally catch sigh of what is really going on. But I immediately regret it, as the scene has my stomach lurch.

Brian is sitting on the ground with his legs stretched out in front of himself like a child and is chewing on one of the little dog's arms! Between his legs, the small canine lays half strewn across his lap in a bloody mess. Red stains everything from the grass to Brian's once dirty white tank top and baggy pants. The grizzly bites into the amputated arm like a chicken leg before ripping off a chunk of flesh! Skin, fur, blood and muscle stretch from the dog's mangled limb as Brian slurps in the sinew, chewing it without a care in the world as blood drips from his face, looking almost mindlessly into the distance as he swallows the Chihuahua's meat down with a resounding gulp before sighing out in contentment and going in for another bite.

Looking back down to the face of the small dog laying lifelessly between Brian's trunk like legs, the sight of his mutilated corpse and contorted expression has my stomach churning and my body heaving. I can't stop myself from lurching forward and throwing up right there!

Brian: "Huh?" The bear sounds out a dumbly at my appearance. I can feel he is looking at me in surprise, but I can't do anything other than violently vomit on all fours. I have exposed myself to Brian without meaning to and he seems to be amused at the sight of my disgust as his next words chortle in his throat.

Brian: "Ya like that huh? Don' worry. Ya'r hunter'll find ya soon enuff!" He casually returns to ripping off another chunk of the Chihuahua's arm, fur and all, before merrily humming to himself like a child as I continue to throw up.

After a full minute of emptying my guts, I stumble to my uneasy feet as soon as I stop chunking. I'm dizzy and the smell of blood is only adding to my body spasming involuntarily with a need to vomit once more, but I hold back on my gagging and convulsing stomach as much as I can while steadying myself. And once the world around me stops spinning so violently, I blindly start running away from Brian as fast as my legs will carry me.

Brian: "I'll tell ya'r hunter I saw'r ya lil mutt!" The last thing I hear is him laughing as he continues to eat his meal like the murderous toddler he is.

It's a few hours later and I find myself trudging listlessly through a denser part of the forest. I feel so utterly spent and I think it's only midday now. After seeing the way Brian murdered that little dog before moving to sit there and just casually started ripping into the flesh of the Chihuahua's arm as if he were some roasted piece of meat, it just... Something just broke in me...My mind become more and more blank the further away I walked. And while I've just been thoughtlessly plodding forward, I don't think I'll ever be rid of that image...

Had everyone else been caught? Did they too meet such a horrific and bloody fate as that poor little dog? W-would I... Was that what awaits me at the end of this? To be ripped to pieces and then eaten as if my life meant nothing...

I am crying unabashedly as I trod blindly through some deeper part of the woods, I don't care where I am or that anyone can hear my sobs. And there is this weird numbness growing inside of me with each step I take. It almost feels like... Like I'm starting to not care. It feels as if all the fight inside me has been drained along with the cascade of blood that pooled around the Chihuahua's corpse. All my will to live giving out I come to accept there is no way I could ever stand up to such unforgiving voraciousness... That scene back there was just so mortifying and soul breaking that I feel myself surrendering to my demise and understanding that there is no way I can survive this... Maybe it would be better to just find a cliff and throw myself from it? I don't want to give these monsters the pleasure of killing me before devouring my flesh...

F-fuck them! How could they do this to us!? That poor dog was so small!

Kyle: "HOW COULD THEY!!!" I bark out through tears and grit my teeth as I try to contain the anger fighting for control through my sorrow.

With my head slumps to my chest, as I continue to walk forward in a mess of tears and snot, all my resolve from this morning completely having left me with that last shout. But instead of lying down on the ground and waiting to die, or even turning back to face the beast who is no doubt pursuing me, I just keep walking forward blindly without thought and emotion. Wishing my death could just come for me and end this torturous agony tearing me apart inside...

It is many hours later before I just couldn't go on anymore and collapsed to the ground. I am utterly exhausted and worn out from the day and find myself lying here on the cold grass, just out in the open for all to see between a mass of mostly sequoia trees, looking up to the towering green canopy high above me with dulled eyes. The sun has only just started to set, and I still haven't found anything to drink. Not that I was actively looking mind you. I've been blinded by tears half the time, and my foggy mind still gripped by despair didn't help.

Mindlessly, vacuously, I've walked myself into some unknown direction as my brain kept replaying the imagines of that canine being ripped apart and eaten by Brian. Over and over, they flash though my mind like some horror movie stuck on repeat. I just can't think of anything else no matter how much I try to fight it. I feel like I'm trapped in the recesses of my mind and forced to watch it all play out in a loop. I just lie here, crying as I stare up at the dark green leaves above.

Kyle: "How can I survive this... What's even the point..." I am going into another sobbing fit as those words leave my lips, but hiccup on my breath as someone speaks right after!

???: "It is not as hopeless as you make it out to be, little one." Other than my reflexive gasp of surprise, I can't muster any energy to try and escape, the thought honestly doesn't even cross my mind. I have no will to fight the new intruder, I don't even bother turning to face him. I just lay motionlessly in the short grass and wait my life to end. But even after a whole minute spent in completely silence, nothing happens. Awkwardly, my visitor clears his throat before addressing me with much more hesitation than before.

???: "Are... Are you not going to run? Do you truly plan on just... Lying there?" I would have chuckled at the disbelief in his voice if I didn't feel so drained. Heaving out a breath I close my eyes and response weakly.

Kyle: "What's the point... If you're going to kill me, just get it over with and eat me already. I don't care anymore..."

???: "..." The person falls silent as his voice catches in his throat. I can practically feel how astonished he is by my statement. And after another full minute of him struggling to find words, I hear him walking from above me and watch through my peripherals as he finally comes into view below my feet.

I look up at him without emotion, without expression, just feeling completely dead. I've never felt so hollow in my entire life and even the appearance of the white gryphon with gentle features isn't enough to give me urgency. The hybrid below my feet looks to me with his soft blue eyes, his gaze washing over me like the waves of a gentle tide licking the shore, his expression betraying his kindness right away. If I had any energy to laugh at his sincere concern for me, I would have, because how can a killer like him look so mournfully at someone like me who has already accepted his fate? At someone like me, who is nothing more than prey...

Kyle: "Aren't you going to eat me?" I say dryly and the gryphon slowly shakes his head in response, the corners of his black beak curling into a half smile.

Gryphon: "My name is-" I cut him off with a terse tone before he can continue.

Kyle: "You're Ethan Grey. One of the greatest hunters in history... But you've been in retirement for five years now. You spend most of your time at orphanages and with the homeless, promoting awareness of their needs and raising funds for them. Assisting them however you can."

Ethan: "..." He is stunned into silence and closes his beak promptly at my assessment, before awkwardly turning his face to the side.

Standing before me is yet another legend I had once admired above all the others. He is one of the largest gryphon species in the world, crossed between a snow owl and a white mountain lion, and very fluffy compared to Ryan. Ethan has a few dark spots on the white feathers of his upper body that compliment him plumage nicely. The large bird has sky blue eyes as vivid as the clearest ocean, and as piercing as they are kind. His facial features are gentle and very well profiled, reminding me of someone who has lived in the lap of luxury for many generations. I've always considered him the "Soft hearted survivalist" among his many competitors. Ethan is all about that "Give back to mother nature as much as you have taken from her" type of person. I loved to watch how he spends all his time and money on those who needed them most. Those videos always warm my heart.

He is about sixteen feet tall, but nowhere as athletically built as Ryan. However, with all his poofy plumage, he looks a lot stouter than the black gryphon. Ethan's face is far more approachable too, he's got this genial look that you would never conceive being capable of violence. But him just being here tells me all I need to know about what lies beneath his amiable visage. The white gryphon's feathers look like freshly fallen snow gently kissing the vast expanse of an empty valley far up in the northern mountains. Their smoothness can only be matched by the kind tones of his sonorous and eloquent voice.

Ethan: "..." The gryphon remains silent under my previous words. He is taken aback and appears unsure how to respond to the blunt response. But after another moment of silence, and the clearing of his throat, he continues.

Ethan: "Well... It would seem you are more than familiar with me after all. But allow me to reaffirm that I am not here to harm you. In fact, I was hoping I could perhaps offer you help, if you would but allow me to extend a wing."

Kyle: "Hah... Another hunter who wants to help me. What ever shall I do?" I say this sarcastically, dryly, as I move to once more look up at the trees. The worried look on Ethan's face not escaping me even as I advert my gaze.

Ethan: "You know... People before you have fled this mountain. There are many who have escaped the fate you are so willingly offering to me now."

Kyle: "Wh-what...?" Ethan's words draw my surprised attention, and he smiles as I finally meet my gaze with all the attention he so desires.

Ethan: "As I arrived here, you were saying "How can I survive this. What's even the point.". Upon hearing your perturbed words, I thought it prominent that I should point out there have indeed been beastmen that escaped this place."

Kyle: "Heh, funny. How would you even know that?" I say humourlessly and fully in motion to lay back down and stare blankly overhead again, but the very serious expression forming in the gryphon's eyes has me slightly taken aback. I stall my motions and keep my gaze upon him.

Ethan: "I... I have personally associated myself with such people in the past." That piques my curiosity, enough that I get up onto my elbows and look to the gryphon with a raised eyebrow.

Kyle: "What are you talking about?" What Ethan's saying makes no sense, but the hesitation on his face is really drawing my curiosity. And after another moment of indecision, the gryphon seems to settle the internal turmoil and speaks more candidly to me.

Ethan: "A few of the beastmen we held prisoner here kept escaping, year after year. This first happened many decades ago of course, long before several of the people currently attending this tournament were even conceived." Ethan sits down two metres away from my feet, the action prompting me to arise properly as I listened to him tell the story like a bard of olde.

Ethan: "When we initially renewed our activities back when the laws first changed, it is true that many of our curators were very sloppy in their planning and containment of these individuals, so inevitably our captives would slip through our clutches in one way or another. Some of them escaped through poorly crafted cages, while others we lost out here in this very wilderness. Most of them eventually making their way back to civilisation and far away from a most deadly fate." His eyes bare into me with an intensity that I find no deception in. But his words still hold too many flaws in reasoning to believe.

Kyle: "I-if that's true... Why didn't they tell the police about what's going on here? Wouldn't they have done something?" Ethan smiles down at my reasoning, his expression becoming warmer as if reminiscing as he speaks.

Ethan: "Well... First of all, no one had believed them. And secondly, when someone did eventually come out to investigate their wild claims, there was not exactly much evidence left behind to fortify their accusations."

Kyle: "..." I watch the gryphon carefully, examining his expression and mulling over his words as he continues to look down at me with perked ears and a waiting expression. His face shifts once more to concern as he realises I don't particularly believe him. But before he can speak again, I do.

Kyle: "How did you even know these people then?" He blinks in surprise and tilts his head to the side as he regards me with a baffled expression.

Ethan: "E-excuse me?" Seeing someone so put together as Ethan being caught off guard is a little funny. If my spirits weren't so dampened, I might have even enjoyed prying more disbelieving expressions from him.

Kyle: "How could you know these escapees?" I repeat my question with less ambiguous words, and he hesitates for only a moment longer before responding.

Ethan: "Well you see, gryphons age differently than most beastmen, and we are well known to live through hundreds of ye-"

Kyle: "No no. I mean how did you personally know them? Did you go back into town and hunt them down so you could... Dispose of them afterwards? Or something?" So much for my words being less ambiguous. But it seems with this sentence Ethan does perk up in understanding.

Ethan: "Oh! Heavens no. Nothing like that I assure you." The bird says while shaking his head, feathers ruffling almost in offense at the suggestion.

Ethan: "In all actuality, I suppose I did not know them all that well..." Ethan falters for a moment as his eyes dull, but clears his throat before carrying on.

Ethan: "But to answer your query properly, I simply helped these individuals live better lives." My brow creases and I look at him sceptically.

Kyle: "Helped them live better lives? How?" His blue eyes gleam and I can hear as his tone changes, bearing with it a little more pride as he continues.

Ethan: "I have this... Uncanny luck. Which has forever been with me since I was a hatching. And for whatever reason the stars permit, it has aided me in meeting these runaways outside of this tournament." Ethan's eyes look nostalgic as he recounts the memories with a soft, if mournful smile.

Ethan: "They of course knew who I was right away, and would either publicly attack me or flee in utter terror."

Kyle: "As they should have." I say tersely, drawing a grimace from Ethan.

Ethan: "Err... Yes... Of course." I only feel a small amount of remorse for saying that when he has been nothing but friendly towards me. But I can't allow myself to forget _what_he is beyond the niceties he is currently showing me.

Ethan: "So when I was finally able to address one of these survivors that did not flee from me, in one of the most crucial and pivotal meetings of my entire life, it suddenly hit me." He says through an awestruck tone while using his wings to gesture outwards, pantomiming the epiphany he supposedly had.

Ethan: "Their lives had forever been changed. It did not matter that they had eluded death and bamboozled us like fools. For they were never going to be the same people as they were before this trauma."

Ethan: "Some of them were completely disowned by their families and called lunatics for their tall tales of "Predators up in the mountains who eat people for sport". While others sought justice through means of spending all their funds on a most frivolous endeavour of bringing our conduct to light."

Ethan: "And so, it was in this moment of meeting the survivor, and listening to his strife, that he inspired this change. His story awoke in me a most prominent revelation that would forever alter my views. This individual inspired in me a deep urge, a most overwhelming NEED to atone in some way, however small."

Ethan: "I know what you must be thinking form your expression alone. The fate we had planned for them was far worse, surely. So why should I feel remorse in such a deep and profound way for someone whose life I would have happily ended under different circumstances?" I have become completely enamoured with Ethan's story, or perhaps it's just the way he's telling it, and find myself dumbly nodding along. There is something absolutely captivating about him.

Ethan: "Well you see, my revelation manifested itself as a single thought. "Where is their prize in all of this?"." The gryphon asks with his claws outstretched and a morose expression on his face.

Ethan: "They beat us at our own game. But what is their compensation for this? A life riddled with strife and misery? A future left in the wake our fear inspired in their hearts?" I hear him trill in his throat and for a moment it almost appears as if he could start crying. But it passes quickly, and Ethan's chest puffs up once more with pride as he returns to his smooth and articulate tone.

Ethan: "That is when I made a decision to reward these people, however I could, in whatever way possible."

Kyle: "Re-reward them?" I ask hesitantly, uncertain what he could mean.

Ethan: "Well... The ones who were willing to converse with me would often ask to be relocated out of town. So for these such individuals, I would often aid them in starting a new life elsewhere. Normally across the sea." Well... I know Ethan is pretty wealthy, so I guess he is capable of something like that...

Kyle: "And what of the others? The ones who would flee from you?"

Ethan: "Those were a bit trickier to consolidate... Eventually I would set spies upon them, to watch and observe from afar, so I could learn how best to compensate them, or perhaps just improve their lives in a more general way."

Ethan: "And for the ones I could never locate or indemnify, well... I would normally turn to their families and assist them however I could. Be it in assuring their offspring receive better schooling through scholarships, or simply promoting their relatives to higher positions in their respective fields. There is always some way you can assist people if you look closely enough."

Kyle: "Did... Did that make you feel better about yourself and what you do to the ones who aren't as lucky to escape?" Ethan shot me a smile that is very much forced, and I can tell right away that he is insulted by my words. But the gryphon doesn't show it in any other way as he responds without pause.

Ethan: "I never did say I compensate these beastmen in order to validate my actions or sooth a guilty conscience, little one. I love what I do, and have no qualms or conflicting emotions for taking the life of another. It is after all just the natural order of the world. Why deny such a primordial urge? To do so would be the true crime." He chortles before returning to a soft smile.

Ethan: "Sure, it is a little more of an indulgence for me when I attend these annual huntings, either as a spectator or partaker. But even before these events started taking place, I have always been a killer at heart. A predator through and through." Ethan says proudly with the first hint of malignance in his voice.

So far, from what I have heard Ethan say, he seems to be the most "Normal" of the hunters I have met on this mountain. And that's really saying a lot... Sure. The gryphon may just be more well-spoken than any of them, and if I am able to look passed his murderous hobby, the most morally aligned. But like he said himself, he is simply a killer at the end of the day. I digest Ethan's words for a moment longer before addressing him, feeling a little more casual conversing with the bird now that I understand him a bit better.

Kyle: "So... How do you want to help me? Or, I mean... _Why_are you even approaching me now? Aren't I supposed to first escape this place before you assist me?" The gryphon coos in a throaty laugh as he looks to me.

Ethan: "I suppose you are a bit of a special case in that regard. In all honesty, I could not help but overhear your sobbing from my nest." Ethan says while pointing his right wing up towards the canopy of the thickest of sequoia trees.

Ethan: "And listening to you say "What's the use?", my heart lurched at your defeated words and I simply had to inspire what little hope I was able to. However... It would appear I have done nothing more than temporarily distract you from your sorrows..." I just stare blankly at him in disbelief. What's wrong with these people?? Do they think they are entitled to inject themselves into my life just because they placed me on the menu? Is this some act of pity to make me feel better before one of them tears me to shreds? I turn from Ethan in an indignant grunt and fold my arms dismissively.

Kyle: "I-it doesn't matter anyway. I'm just going to lay here and wait for my hunter to come finish me off. So I'm sorry if my cries of anguish disturb your sleep." The gryphon jerks back in astonishment, his bewilderment at my words clearly displayed through his widened eyes and slightly agape beak.

Ethan: "E-even after everything I have just shared with you? P-perhaps I should inform you in more detail how normal a life these people are able to live..."

Kyle: "Heh... In all honesty Ethan? Sure. Your story on the survivors does inspire me a little." He perks up at this, his face looking tentatively hopeful.

Kyle: "But... I've been without water the whole day, and the food I did have this morning, I wound up vomiting out. So even if I had the strength to get up and hide till morning, I wouldn't make it very far, even after that."

Ethan: "Hmm..." The large gryphon looks to the side, tapping the edge of his owl-like beak with a clawed finger as he falls into a deep contemplation. Seeing Ethan silent like this for a moment, I am able to admire how handsome of a man he truly is. His kind eyes, along with his regal features, really make him something else. It's too bad he has a habit of flying around and eating people.

Ethan: "Well... I have a proposal to offer you if that is the case. It may be a bit more selfish on my part, but if this ultimately benefits you in the end, perhaps it would be something you might deem worthy of consideration?"

Kyle: "A... Proposal?" I don't really like the way he phrased that...

Ethan: "Yes. I can acquire for you a few resources to ensure your survival. Water, food, and I will personally offer you respite for the night and keep you safe till the morrow." He says this in a tone one would use to conduct a business deal. Formal and without emotion. Stating the facts as plainly as possible.

Kyle: "W-why...? No no, wait. You said it would be selfish on your part. What... What does any of what you just offered entail your selfishness?"

Ethan: "W-well... I would be more than happy to offer all of this in a trade you see. I would only ask a simple service in return for my assistance."

Kyle: "And what would that be...?" As I ask this, Ethan's posture straightens up further and he doesn't look so awkward as he says his next words, even though the next sentence is the very one which should have had him stuttering.

Ethan: "A sexual favour." I blink and can't stop my jaw from dropping.

Kyle: "E-excuse me?" The gryphon loses face for only a moment before continuing with his same formal and smooth cadence.

Ethan: "While I understand that the prospect of having intercourse with a gryphon is next to impossible with someone of your stature, there are still other methods we could indulge in that would more than compensate for penetration and bring me just as much pleasure as mounting you would." I just continue to stare at the bird slacked jawed. The words "Mounting you" play over in my head and I can't help but feel slightly aroused at how plainly he just said that. I remain motionless for a moment longer under his expectant gaze, and when I don't respond, Ethan tries to make the deal he's offering sound more casual.

Ethan: "If it would ease your concerns, I can assure you that I have made this same proposal with others in the past who seemed to be at their wits end. And as I have just suggested, creatures of your size are more than capable of masturbating me and using their mouths, or tongues, to my advantage." Just hearing Ethan say those things so matter-of-factly, I find myself blushing deeper. I know he's not trying to, but he is arousing me with how casually he is speaking about sex. It's not something I expected to come from his beak.

Kyle: "Y-you're... Kidding. Right...?" I say with a furrowed brow as my lips curl in preparation to laugh, but Ethan is still very serious.

Ethan: "Most certainly not." The smile drops form my face like lead, and I have no idea how to even respond now. But luckily Ethan does.

Ethan: "In the grand scheme of all things, what is a small sexual favour for the price of living through another night? Please have no reservations in seeing this act as something immoral or disreputable. For in stakes of your own life, you should use all faculties available if it holds the means for your survival."

Ethan: "And if you are concerned about how my offer could entail repercussions for my actions and put me in harm's way, trust that I am well within my rights and would not break any rules by assisting you in this way. The regulations do not prevent me from feeding another hunter's prey, or even offering you respite for the night. They only guard against me aiding in your escape, detaining you once found by your hunter, bringing you harm or ultimately, killing you myself." I blink as I stumble over my own thoughts.

Kyle: "A-and have others... Accepted this deal without ramifications in the past? C-consequences for themselves, I mean...?"

Ethan: "Most satisfactorily so. Might I add that it is a majority of the ones who accepted this deal from me who had enough strength to make it off this mountain alive." This almost sounds too good to be true...

Kyle: "And... You didn't do this to just to trick them or something... Right? You're not secretly trying to get me into your nest so that you can eat me... Right?" Ethan's ear twitches in what looks to be indignity as he continues.

Ethan: "I am a bird of my word, I can assure you of that. I would never tarnish my honour with cheap tricks like my adversaries so relish in employing. So trust in me when I guarantee you that I am not your hunter, little one."

Ethan leaves me absolutely speechless. What do I even say to that? "Sure! Let me suck you off and we can cuddle and have breakfast in the morning before I run for my life from a predator~". Like... What in the actually fuck??

Ethan: "So, what do you say? I cannot promise you a substantial meal as the game in these mountains is sparse for obvious reasons, but water is freely at my disposal, and none shall simply stumble across my nest."

Kyle: "Uhm... M-maybe just run it by me once more...?"

Ethan: "Very well." He says while straightening up and running off his list.

Ethan: "I can grant you water. Once now, and once in the morning before we part ways. I can try and acquire for you a proper meal, both now and in the morning. But I make no promises on this, for other than the few plants at my disposal, there are scant eatable substances on this mountain. And lastly. I will keep you warm and safely hidden until mornings light."

Kyle: "How do you plan on doing that last part?" Ethan smiles and nods his head up toward the same big tree as before. An overgrown sequoia if ever I did see one. I can't really make out where it ends.

Ethan: "As I previously stated, I have a nest up there. And you would be more than safe with me until dawn. Even those among my ranks would not go through such lengths in searching for you when they realise I am nestled here."

Kyle: "What about Ryan? He's a gryphon too. So would he spot me up there with you?" Ethan's eyes light up in acknowledgement and he gives me a nod.

Ethan: "Ah yes. Ryan is indeed capable of flight, unlike my other adversaries, but unlike me, he prefers to spend his evenings underground in the embrace of caves and other such dark dwellings." The gryphon sounds a bit salty when he said Ryan's name. Bad blood maybe?

Ethan: "So what do you say? Does this sound fair to you?" The bird quickly moves on from the subject of the black gryphon, drawing my attention with an assertive tone and an expectant expression.

Kyle: "Uhm... A-and what would I need to do to meet the requirements of this... Err, "Sexual favour"?" God... I feel almost like a prostitute asking her client what she's expected to preform. Though... I guess I kinda will be a bit of a whore if I accept this deal of his...

Ethan: "Well... Penetration is obviously impossible, so we can take a more indirect route. Paw play, licking, rubbing, touching. Anything you may be comfortable with in fact." I feel myself blushing more and more as he lists those things off so candidly. Speaking about us having sex as if it were nothing has my ears pull back and tail start thrashing behind me. Not that I'm some blushing virgin, but FUCK ME! I've never done anything with anyone his size before!

Kyle: "Uhm... H-how b-big are you, exactly...?" I feel like a complete pervert asking this and it's probably not even necessary if I accept. I guess I'm just biding my time to allow my mind time to accept the idea.

Ethan: "Well, let me see... I would estimate my phallus is around the size and girth of your torso, give or take." My ears burn fiery hot, and my whiskers begin twitching erratically as I try to imagine this. My gaze inevitably drops to his sheath, but it's completely hidden beneath his plumage.

Kyle: "H-how am I sup-pose to do anything with something THAT BIG!?"

Ethan: "Tshh tshh tshh now. You do not wish to inform the entire forest of your location, do you?" I bristle and look around as I clutch my muzzle shut with both paws. Ethan joins me in giving a few errant gazes to the distance.

Ethan: "As I have previously stated. You are welcome to use your paws and anything else you may be comfortable with. However. I will not accept you making little to no effort in our copulation. So please, consider carefully if this would only make you uncomfortable and unable to perform. If the notion of touching another male is off putting for you, it may be best to instead reject my offer all together." Oh my goodness, now I feel like an ugly whore that my client is trying to let down easy! I try to readjust my expression to not look so flabbergasted and approach this topic as casually as possible.

Kyle: "So... I could just hug your cock and jerk you off till you cum, or something?" Ethan's face lights up with what I suggest, and I feel a little bit better about his reaction this time. Should I tell him I'm gay? Or would that be too awkward now... Does it even matter in the end? I'm sure even straight people would consider this if it meant staying alive. And going by Ethan's previous admission, it sounds like he might have had to deal with a few who obviously underperformed. I wonder what happened to them...

Ethan: "If that is your desire, then so be it. But I do not wish to force you into anything that would make you uncomfortable. Nor will I accept you simply trying to get me off as quickly as possible. If you would not garner a single iota of pleasure from this, I would rather you decline my offer right now." Well... It's defiantly something I would enjoy. Perhaps more so if the situation was different. I mean, who wouldn't want to sleep with someone so handsome?

But fuck... I can't deny this deal does sound too good to be true. And what choice do I really have? Even if I were straight, I couldn't refuse such an offer. In terms of being trustworthy, I think I can believe Ethan isn't lying to me. He at least seems sincere enough with his words for me to think so. And the promise of a warm night in an actual bed almost sold me right on the spot. Even without the other things! B-but I really could use a drink too... My throat is still raw from throwing up stomach acids...

I sit up straight and look directly into the gryphon's blue eyes for any hint of deception. He perks up at the new level of attention I'm giving, but seems to understand what I am doing enough not to speak out. After a full minute of searching his face with a scrupulous gaze, I find nothing to tell me this bird may be trying to deceive me. So sighing out, I pray in my head to any god that may hear me that I won't come to regret this decision.

Kyle: "You'll give me water now and tomorrow, right?" Ethan's eyes light up in recognition that I have already made my decision without saying so yet.

Ethan: "Absolutely. I will set off for water once we are in agreeance, and then before I release you from my custody in the morrow. Gryphon's honour."

Kyle: "Well... Alright. You have yourself a deal then Ethan." The white gryphon coos at my response, head fluttering side to side as his eyes close. When he next opens them, he offers me one of his talons in a pawshake.

Ethan: "I am very grateful for your compliance mister...?" Oh right. I might've known who he is when we met, but I kinda interrupted his introduction earlier and robbed him of my name. I quickly stand up and compose myself.

Kyle: "Sorry. I guess that was rude of me. My name is Kyle. Kyle Collins." I reply while placing my paw inside his claw. Ethan's talon completely consumes my paw as he very gently holds it, giving a gentle shake before releasing me.

Ethan: "It is very nice to meet you mister Collins." Now I really do feel a little like a prostitute meeting a wealthy CEO when he addresses me like that...

Kyle: "Err... Just Kyle is fine. And no "Mister" required. We should be long passed formalities like that, considering the situation."

Ethan: "Very well then, if that is what you so desire." The large beast nods before looking left and right before returning his resolute gaze upon me.

Ethan: "Allow me to drop you off in my nest before taking my leave so I can acquire your previsions. Once I return, we can converse for a while before we resolve your end of our bargain. Does that sound acceptable?"

Kyle: "Sure, that sounds alright. But how am I going to get up the-!" My sentence is cut short as in one swift motion, Ethan draws me into both his clawed talons and takes off into the air!

Kyle: "AAAHHH!!!" I scream without meaning to at the sensation of my feet leaving the ground and hold tightly to his leathery black skin for my dear life.

Ethan: "Please be silent Kyle. We do not want to alert the other predators to your location after all." I just keep my eyes shut and nod frantically as I do my best to not bite my own tongue as I feel us flying upwards.

Ethan's wings carry us both easily through the hundred or so foot climb into the canopy above. I've never been manhandled like this before, let alone flown by anyone. If it wasn't so sudden, I might have even had a chance to enjoy it. Ascending high through the woodland in a few seconds, Ethan hovers just over the straw nest and gently sets me down on my feet, yet he does not join, instead, they gryphon moves to flutter just in front of the nest as he addresses me.

Ethan: "I will not be long Kyle. Make yourself at home till my return." All I can do is nod before the gryphon turns face and shoots through the leaves above us like a javelin being thrown by a gladiator and disappears out of sight in the blink of an eye. I stand motionless, staring almost blankly after him as I listen to his wing beats drifting farther away until I can no longer hear them flap.

Looking around as my astonishment fades, I find Ethan's nest to be pretty large. It is at least twenty feet across in either direction and made completely out of straw. Meticulously crafted, just like a feral bird's nest, I can tell the attention to detail Ethan went through in building it. The nest is almost perfectly rounded, with only a few white feathers scattered about, but doesn't have a single strand out of place otherwise. I guess it really does say a lot about the type of person he is. The nest is softer than I imagined it would be. I crouch down and pat the crunchy hay with my paw pads for a moment, almost sensually, before shimmying myself to the edge and looking over it.

My heart lurches in my chest at the sight of how high up I am. I jolt back as I instantly imagine a part in the nest giving way and me falling through. I grip at the straw and calm my breath while trying to reassure myself that if it can bear Ethan's weight, then someone like me could not possibly pierce the woven hay. Once my anxiety settles, I chance another glance over the edge for a better look. We are at least few stories up. The longer I look down at the earth far below, the more I can feel my penis pulling deeper into my sheath as the view forms a hollowing pit in my bladder. I carefully back up to the centre and rid myself of the thoughts of plummeting to my death as I make myself more comfortable. But soon shift over a bit more towards the rim of it as I realise Ethan will need the space to land.

Kyle: "I'm probably going to be alone here for a while, I might as well take this chance to rest a little more." I say while laying down and relaxing while I can.

I am left to my own wondering thoughts for maybe forty-five minutes before I hear the distinctive sound of Ethan's wings flapping in the distance, and not long after the initial fluttering of his approach first sounds out, I watch as the gryphon comes into view. Ethan soars through the towering trees and in-between the beams of moonlight with all the elegancy his voice holds. The white gryphon skilfully glides over to his tree before gracefully landing in the nest. Even though I can tell Ethan is doing his best to perch himself on the edges, I still have to shift a little more to the boarders of the nest as to accommodate his size. He roosts himself on the crunchy hay, proving once and for all how stable it is, before nodding to me in appreciation.

Ethan: "Apologies for my late arrival Kyle-" Ethan says through a slight mumble while dropping some bulbous plants from his beak to the left.

Ethan: "But my search for a substantial meal was not successful. So once the sun completely set and I happened upon a plethora of grasorum, I thought perhaps five of them would suffice." I look down to the aloe like plants at his feet and my stomach instantly gurgles loudly. I'm not sure if the sound is from my impeding hunger or the nausea from throwing the plant up earlier, more than likely a combination of both, but the sight of them does surprise me.

Kyle: "Oh wow! You brought so many!" And they look so much more vivid than any of the ones I've eaten so far.

Ethan: "Well yes. I know they are not very filling, nor a substantial replacement for proper nutrients, so I thought I would pick you a couple." I look to the bundle of grasorum and figured I can eat two now and try to stomach the last three in the morning. If I can't, I might just carry the other head with me.

Kyle: "Well... Thanks." Ethan nods before gesturing with his talon.

Ethan: "How about you satiate your hunger before I supply you with that drink? Then, if you are feeling inclined, we can get down to business and turn in for the night?" Wow... So formal.

Looking up to the branches above, I can't really see the moon through them to gage what time it might be. So I turning back to the gryphon, I nod in agreement before setting in to eat my slightly squishy, and slightly laced with saliva, meal.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a while as I finished off two entire heads of the grasorum. Ethan just lay beside me, preening his feathers and occasionally throwing gazes to the distance as if listening for trouble.

Kyle: "Thank you Ethan. I almost feel normal again after that." I say while leaning back on one paw and patting my stomach with the other.

Ethan: "You are most welcome Kyle. Would you like your refreshments for the night now, or do you perhaps need another moment?" Actually, now that he mentions it, I haven't noticed where the water is. It's not like he has somewhere to store it after all, but I nod as I look up to him.

Kyle: "That would be really great, but... Where is it?" The large gryphon moves into a sitting position as he looks down to me with a bit of a demure expression, and when he moves to pat his stomach with his one of talon's, my eyes followed it in blinking confusion.

Ethan: "I ingested some water from the river before collecting your meal, so I can regurgitate it for you at your pleasure."

Kyle: "..." He's... Joking... Right? I stare blankly at Ethan's fluffy stomach for a moment before moving to look at him with an uncomfortable expression.

Kyle: "Haha, uhm... You're not serious... Are you?" Ethan must have noticed the untrusting look on my face, because he holds up the same clawed talon and gives me an apologetic as he speaks.

Ethan: "I apologies if this is too unhygienic for you Kyle. But as you may have already deduced, I am currently without any gear. So there is no other way I could retain water for you. Other than taking you directly to the river of course, but that would draw far too much attention." Wait, I did hear him correctly, he said river! Well... At least I know it is around here... Somewhere.

Kyle: "So... How does this work?" I ask tentatively, pretty much already having figured it out, but not liking the implications.

Ethan: "At your request, I shall regurgitate a small amount of water into my mouth and allow you to drink directly from my beak."

Kyle: "..." Yip. Called it... Despite knowing how kind Ethan has been to me so far, this is just a little too...

Kyle: "This... Isn't some trick to get me in your mouth so you can gobble me up... Right?" Unlike before when I suggested he might trick me, the large avian coos and shakes his head in amusement.

Ethan: "Rest assured Kyle, if you were truly my prey, I would not have gone through all this effort to devour you. Indeed, you would not have lasted beyond lamenting on the forest floor below us." Looking to the side, but not physically leering over the nest, I nod to myself in assertation. I guess Ethan is right. Why would he take me to his nest and feed me like this if he was just planning on eating me? The gryphon isn't a cruel person, and from what I gathered earlier, he doesn't seem the type to use subterfuge.

Kyle: "A-alright. Let's, err... Let's give this a try." I say with a bit of hesitation and a nod. Ethan delivers his own before he starts contracting his throat.

My initial instinct is to jump away as he starts heaving with his body tilted forward, for it looks like he could very well puke all over me. But I stiffly remain in place as I watch him continue to work his body in tandem with his neck muscles, appearing almost like a feral cat about to throw up the mouse he just ate. Ethan's feathers start ruffling up and he appears even bigger than before, and if I didn't have such a strong stomach for this kind of thing, the sound of him gaging and hacking, along with the sick squelching noises accompanying it, might have made me sick for the second time today.

The gryphon makes one last choking cough before he straightens his neck outwards and I hear as the water shoots up his throat and splashes inside his closed beak. The sight makes me think of a drunkard stopping himself from vomiting at the last second before swallowing it down. I can't help but pantomime that very motion as if trying to guide him through the disgusting act, but sadly this regurgitation is done in my favour. Ethan wastes no time in lowering his face to me and parting his beak. His entire head is almost the same size as me when I'm standing upright, so watching as it descends upon me has my fur bristling on end as fear prickles the back of my neck. But I just keep telling myself I am safe and that the gryphon isn't going to hurt me.

Ethan's beak is much smaller than Ryan's, but that's only because its more owl like than the raven's bulkier one. The rostrum is smooth and I'm almost excited to reach out and touch it to find out if it's just as hard as it looks. But the sight of his pink tongue rolling along his pallet and coming to a rest at the back of his mouth as he exposes the water caught in the bottom half of his beak has me freeze. I stare into the squishy insides of his mouth with morbid fascination.

Kyle: "..." The sudden realisation that countless beastmen before me have disappeared passed his beak and down his long throat before being digested in his gut has my breath hitch and whiskers twitching as I start to feel sick to my stomach once more. But doing my best to hold these thoughts and my meal at bay, I swallow a few times as I steel my resolve.

Nervously looking into his beak, Ethan's warm breath gently washes over me as he breathes shallow and steadily. It's hot as it brushes through my facefur, but otherwise doesn't smell bad like I imagined it would. Just slightly fleshy. Filling the bottom of his mouth to the brim is a large pool of water, some of the liquid sloshes over the edges of his black beak and drips down his chin. And even though this just came from his stomach, it looks pretty clean. There _is_however some saliva skimming the surface, so tentatively, I reach into his open maw and begin to brush the top of it with my paw to scoop up as much of the frothy saliva as I can before wiping it off on the hay below me. I catch Ethan watching me do this, and from what I can tell, it almost looks like he is blushing beneath his feathers. Our eyes meet once more and he gives me a reassuring look that tells me "It's alright", and so with one more moment of hesitation, I lean my head into his beak fully and begin drinking directly from it like a hatchling.

I have my whole head and shoulders inside his open maw, drinking the tepid, slightly strange tasting water, that was kept warm inside his stomach as I held tightly onto the edges of his coarse rostrum with both paws. In any normal situation I would be freaking out in doing something like this, but somehow, I feel strangely calm. Something about the act is almost motherly. I really do feel like some baby bird he is taking care of. Thank god he isn't feeing me worms.

Swallowing down warm water is not something I've ever enjoyed. Memories resurface of my mom forcing me to drink lukewarm water and bicarb when my stomach got upset have me cringe and gag. The water has a slightly fleshy taste from mixing with Ethan's stomach juices and is making this experience that much worse. Thankfully it isn't salty like baking soda, or I might have really puked... But I gulp it down regardless of taste, and with all the haste I can muster, for after being starved of water for so long, I can't afford to be picky.

By the time I drink well over half of what must have been at least two litres, I have quenched my thirst and pull back. Wiping my muzzle as I sigh out, the taste of his mouth plays on my lips as if I've just made out with a lover.

Kyle: "Th-thank you Ethan. I can't tell you how grateful I am to drink water again." The gryphon pulls back and swallows down the remaining water before tilting his head at me in solicitude.

Ethan: "Are you certain you have had enough? From what you stated earlier, you have been without water the entire day. Do you not require a bit more?"

Kyle: "Yes, I'm sure. That was a lot, and combined with the grasorum, I'm feeling a little over full in fact." I don't mean to lie, but I'd feel too bad telling him the taste was really putting me off. It didn't help that I kept imagining his beak latching onto me and stealing me from the world in a few quick gulps... I still can't help but be cautious of him, despite his earlier words.

Ethan: "Very well then Kyle. Would you like to rest up a little longer before we transition into the next portion of our agreement?" I think about it for a moment before shaking my head.

Kyle: "I would like to preform my part now if you're ready? I mean, it would give us more time to sleep in, right?" Ethan coos softly for me as the edges of his beak curl into an almost sly smile.

Ethan: "I am up just before dawn, but if that is what you so desire, then I am more than happy to comply. Sleeping in for once _does_sound rather appealing when I get to spend the evening with a handsome man such as yourself." I blush a little at the compliment, realising the gryphon is probably just putting on the charm to set the mood before we get to it.

I watch as the large male gets to all fours before moving forward. Ethan gently pushes me forward in front of himself as he moves about halfway into the nest before sitting in the middle of it and reclines until his head comes to a rest on the trunk of the tree, fully exposing his belly to me in the process. Spreading his digitigrade paws out on either side of my body, Ethan shifts until he's finally comfortable. I only realise where I am as the gryphon's lion like tail taps against my ankles with playful swishes beneath me. Looking down, I find myself standing right between Ethan's spread legs and come face to face with his gargantuan testicals. Testicals which are quite literally the size of my torso! I shudder at the sight of his massive nutsack and stare with my muzzle agape as the reality of the situation properly dawns on me.

Kyle: "J-Jesus..." Looking up to Ethan who is casually leaning against the tree trunk, I can defiantly tell he is blushing now.

Ethan: "Y-you may begin when you are ready Kyle. Please do not be shy." Gulping down my hesitance, I take a shaky step forward and cut the distance between us to nothing. Making sure not to step on his tail, I gingerly place my clammy paws on his boulder like ballsack. Ethan instantly murmurs out a pleasured sound as I softly trace my pads along the fur of his giant orbs.

His balls are firm, and the white fur is soft that I have the sudden urge to nuzzle them as if they were a furry pillow. As I gently caress them with both paws, I can even hear a slight... Sloshing? Drawing form this sound and the firmness of his nuts, I come to the conclusion that Ethan must indeed be pent up, and probably hasn't had the chance to tend to himself in a while.

The scent of him is what hits me next. While Ethan smells almost clinically sterile next to Ryan, I can defiantly make out his musk now. With his tail between my feet and testicals right in front of me, I inhale deeply his smell. Ethan's scent is... Very distinctive. It's manly and musky yes, but it has softer tones than anyone I've smelt before. His scent is almost as gentle as him. It's salty like the ocean breeze, but tender like freshly fallen snow. Milk and nutmeg mixed with cinnamon and thistle are the only things I can think of to place his delicate smell. The scents wafting form him are causing my own arousal to perk, and looking up to see if Ethan is enjoying the attention I am paying to his testicals with my paws, I finally notice his sheath properly and see the pink head of his gryphonhood starting poke out from the fat mound of flesh.

His sheath is plump and the very pink penis poking out looks absolutely delicious~ Measuring Ethan's initial size as I continue to encourage the cock out of hiding, I find that his tapered head looks to be as big as my actual head! I've never been so close to a penis this large before, and have only ever seen it in porn. The sight is really starting to make my breath heavier and more staggered with each pheromone induced inhale I take and become more aroused with each caress of his furry orbs. Being less tentatively than before, my paws travel along his taunt balls, scratching through the soft fur teasingly with my blunt claws before moving to rub along either side of his plump sheath as I feel the hard member beneath slowly but surely stretching out from within. As sensually as I can, I run my fingers through his pubicfur and grip it teasingly, scratching around his extending member as I take in all the sensations.

Ethan: "Y-you... You do not need to be so gentle with me Kyle."

Kyle: "H-huh?" I am snapped from my daze at the sultry words that fall from his beak and am drawn back to reality as my paws still.

Ethan: "You may use more force than that, I am not fragile. I-if you are willing to the idea, you may even stand on my testicals so that you can reach my phallus properly." He says through a sheepish look that has my breath both hitch and my heart soften at his earnest request.

Kyle: "O-oh...? Won't it hurt?" I mean... I probably weigh less than the entirety of his balls together, but still.

Ethan: "You are light, trust me. I have had bigger beastmen than you stand on them without issue in the past." Geeze, it almost sounds like he is a little into ball torture when he puts it that way...

I nod up at him and assess the situation before me. Hesitating for only a moment longer, I raise one foot and set it against the warm orb. Wriggling my toes, I find the heat of his gonad beneath my pads to be very pleasant. Snapping myself back to reality as I find myself lingering, I test out the stability of it before raising my other leg to climb up properly, but in the process of mounting Ethan's gargantuan balls, my foot slips on the expandable skin of his sack! Thankfully, I am able to save myself from slamming face first into his dick by gripping the edges of his furry sheath with both paws. And after making sure my hold isn't hurting him, I lift myself all the way up and sit at the base of his sheath with my legs curled around the side of either of his testicals. The firm, warm orbs beneath my ass cheeks make for a comfortable seat and having the pulsating sheath rest between my thighs makes my position almost form fitting. Taking one last moment to look to Ethan's face to ascertain that I am not hurting him, I nod before getting back to work.

The smell of his musk is much more prominent now that I'm up here, and with him warming me from below, my position is that much more pleasant~ I take notice of his protruding cock once more as it grows longer with each breath he takes, pulsing in tandem with his heartbeat. Ethan really is pent up it would seem, because with each throb, another inch of his slippery shaft is almost effortlessly pushed free from within. The pink dick is mouth wateringly slimy and practically calling to be lapped clean. I salivate at the sight and thought.

Much like my own canine cock, Ethan's is tapered at the point and becomes a little more bulbous behind the head before slimming down into the shaft, and from what I can see under the fur of his fat sheath, I'm certain he has a knot as well. Much like dragon beastmen, Ethan has nubs on the underside of this shaft. Starting from where his head transitions into the shaft and running down the middle of it, the rounded bumps give his already shapely dick even more curvature. Not having exaggerated before about his length, Ethan is proving to grow to an impressive state. Even without being fully erect, I can tell this thing will be as big as my body, if not a bit more.

Coming back to, I quickly move to run my paws along his plump sheath, digging my fingers into it a bit more roughly this time, something the gryphon enjoys as a pleasured moan escapes his beak. As I continue to run my paws through his thick fur and knead his malleable flesh, I watch in amazement as the rest of his wet and spongy shaft comes sliding out from the moist sheath almost effortlessly, only stopping as a bitch breaker, worthy of its name, strains behind the sheath hole, pulling his skin tautly against the opening and refusing to pop free. Shit... He must really be pent up if his knot is already having trouble coming out. Or maybe that just a gryphon thing? Most dogs only swell up this big near orgasm, but then again, I have seen a few canines with large bulbous glands to have this very same problem...

Ethan coos softly under my forceful touch, especially now that I'm rubbing against his bitch breaker. His meaty shaft is practically crying for it to be released from the sheath, and as I pull down on the fleshy prison, I can see his dick twitch in response to the sensual feeling. Being a little more forceful, I grip the fur of his sheath in both paws and really start to bare down on the knot. As I pull the thick skin back, I watch in amazement as the large pink knot beneath stretches the black lips of his opening. Ethan moans loudly at this, but I don't relent, I know from experience that even if this is painful, the pleasure outweighs the strain. I bare down a little more forcefully, and as I do, in one fluid motion, the two bulbous orbs "POP!" free with a wet squelch and a spray of excess precum from the lips of his sheath as the knot reveals itself!

Ethan practically caws out under my force, and for a moment I worry that it wouldn't be hard for someone nearby to deduce what is going on through his chirping. That Ethan's cries might unintentionally draw a predator here. But as I look up to shush gryphon, I find his eyes are glossed over, face red and his chest raising rapidly with each heavy breath he takes. Just seeing Ethan so turned on while I haven't even touched his dick yet is enough to shut me up. I bite my lip as a warm rush of exhilaration runs through me while I stifle my own moan. There is something about seeing him so aroused and needy that just has me casting all of my worries about being caught aside. Knowing that I brought him to make that noise roils something in my loins and has me wanting to see how much more I can make this bird chirp for me~

Looking once more to the protruding member nestled between my legs and currently pulsating on top of his stomach, the large penis is defiantly as thick as my torso, _bigger_if I measure around the knot. It is longingly throbbing form my touch and practically crying for my attention as it spits a glob of precum form his urethra. So leaning forward, I wrap both my paws around the thickest part of Ethan's precum soaked shaft and squeeze it as best as I can, my fanned out fingers hardly making a dent in covering his expansive surface. But the gryphon immediately moans out in response to my touch. I start kneading my way along his veiny dick, starting from the head and pulling down with slow, powerful strokes, causing Ethan to chirp out in delight. His voice sends thrilling shivers of delight through my body. It is so unlike any of the sounds he has made so far, and to think that _I'm_the one causing them, only continues to raise my confidence in doing something like this with the bird. So as I run my squeezing fingers along the spongy warm length of his slick shaft, coating my paws in his translucent and mouth-watering juices, the gryphon releases the very same cry from before as I move to grab on either end of his knot. And as I do, something about it just flips a switch in my brain. A sudden thought occurs to me.

This might very well be the last "Decent" person I will ever be around. Hell. This might even be the very last time I ever have sex in my life! Something about this revelation begins to stir something deeply in me. A combination of despair, a will to survive and the passion building between us collide like an explosion in my brain. It mixes together like the strongest cocktail ever combined and causes me to become drunk on the feelings swirling in me. I have no chance in fighting the sensation before the notion fully sets in and takes off as if someone had flipped the circuit board in my brain from off to ON. I give into my lust fully and without much control over my body.

No longer being timid, I pull myself all the way up against his fluffy sheath till my dick is grinding into his knot, then lift up his massive cock with both of my arms wrapped around it before hugging the giant penis into myself lovingly and without a care for how wet it is making me. In fact, feeling the hot and slimy shaft rubbing against my naked body only further rouses my lust. Shifting my legs forward and pressing my feet into his furry pelvis, I pull back and angle his throbbing erection upwards with surprisingly little effort.

His smell is completely overwhelming me now, Ethan's pheromones having fully sunk in and perhaps caused this sudden rush of desire I'm unable to control. I find myself unabashedly humping into his massive length as I squeeze his pink shaft tighter and press my face into it with a needy moan. My arms start to move up and down out of instinct, and I begin jerking him off while trying to pull his dick as close to my body as possible. Having a warm, pulsating and largely oversized cock pressed up against my naked body is unlike anything I could ever have imagined. It's hot, slick and growing with as much need at me.

Ethan is doing his best to contain his moans as I start to move more fluidly, but sometimes they come out louder than I think even he intends for them to. His gentlemanly composure is becoming lost with each stroke and gives way to a beast he keeps hidden from all but his prey and lovers to see. Something about awakening this primal side of him only drives me further into lust.

I stat to lap at his cock with wayward emotions filling my mind. The salty flavour of Ethan's precum soaked flesh and his intoxicating scent are starting to drive me into a mindless state. My body is involuntarily trying to get even closer to his pulsating shaft without success. So in a moment of lucidity, I stop my uncoordinated jerking and allow his penis to slap back into his stomach as I release it from my grip. Quickly get to my feet after, and hooking them in the crook of his thighs, I raise onto all fours with my paws pressed into his pelvis. I start to lean myself forward and begin crawling up and over his gryphonhood, running my tongue along the spongy pink flesh of his prick as I go. Looking up to Ethan's eyes as I do this, my tail flickers teasingly behind me as I wiggle my hips. My own beast having awoken with just as much need as his own.

The gryphon's face is flushed so red that I can make it out beneath his white feathers. I can see his inner most desires have long taken hold of him too and that is all the incentive I need to continue. So carefully, I pushed myself up into a standing position and find my balance by bending my knees slightly. Testing my foothold in the crook of his thighs, I make sure I'm not hurting Ethan before I carefully lean over and take hold of either side of his slick shaft into my paws, and gripping it tightly, raise his cock up till it and I are fully erect once more.

Gingerly, I slide my paws around his firm flesh until my fingers meet on the other side. Once more having his warm dick fully pressed into me, I squeeze the oversized organ in a wet and sensual embrace. I can't stop myself from peppering it with kisses and a lick before grinning mischievously and meeting his gaze on the other side of the throbbing prick. Without warning, I quickly rocketing all the way down into a full squat before shooting back up!

Ethan: "OooOOOH!" Ethan moans out unabashedly loud as I go into a crazy motion of squatting and jumping back up in the most unorthodox method of jerking him off. I fervently wank the bird with the entirety of my body in a way that just feels right in this moment. I know my legs are going to be sore in the morning, but I just can't stop myself. I need to feel all of him pressing into my body~ Even now, having his entire shaft rubbing against me isn't enough.

With my naked body smooshed against his slimy shaft, more and more of his juices start to soak into my fur with each repetitive motion I make. Ethan's warmth is sinking into me just as much as the flavour on my tongue is, and with each panting breath I make between lustful licks, I swallow down as much of his tasty precum as I can. Savouring in his delectable flavour as I continue to grind my aching need into his pulsing penis.

My motions are sent into a level of over drive I didn't think I had. Every sensation around and within me has completely taken hold, and it's utterly clouded not just my judgement, but even my vision. I moan into his spongy pink flesh as I lap lovingly along every inch my tongue can reach and squeeze his girth with all the strength my arms will allow with each squelching drop I make.

Suddenly, without warning, Ethan's dick pulses so powerfully that I lose my footing in his thighs and am sent flying forward along with the phallus! I crash heavily into him with only his spongy shaft to cushion my fall! My tight embrace around Ethan's girth is the only thing that stops me from actually being catapulted off his lap. As I look up through my shock and awe, I gaze over the still throbbing penis to find Ethan with an almost mortified expression.

Ethan: "Ah! M-my apologies Kyle! A-are you alright?" I can only chuckle in response and shake my head. But not to disagree with him, more in amusement.

Kyle: "Hehehe, no worries Ethan~ That was actually kinda fun, even if it did ruin my pace." I smile and carefully slide off of his slick shaft, coming to a resting position on his balls once more. Gently rubbing the shaft beneath his pulsating bitch breaker, I assess the situation and conclude that he is more than likely going to throb like that again, and with my luck, he will throw me from the nest! Plus, my legs are already burning now that I'm sitting. Perhaps...

An idea comes over me and I smile to myself as I carefully manoeuvre off of Ethan's boulderous balls and walk around his side, running my wet paw along his furry body and finding the point in his abdomen where his furry coat starts to transition into the soft feathers. I ruffle the mix area between them for a bit before smiling at the gryphon reassuringly.

Climbing onto Ethan like I would imagine someone mounting a steed, I fail in getting my leg over his upper torso. Not only is his body too high, but I don't bend that far. However, with my next attempt in throwing myself onto him, the gryphon quickly catches onto my plan, and with his aid, Ethan helps to raise me up till I'm perched on top of his chest with my back to his face and legs splayed out on either side of him. Hehe, he really does feel like a steed now~

Looking over my shoulder and giving him one last nod, I scoot myself down his fluffy body, and using my paws, I raise his penis so he doesn't impale me unintentionally. Further wriggling myself down along his precum soaked stomach, I lift the enormous dick up until I am able to shimmy myself beneath it properly and carefully slip under while using my paws and feet to help manoeuvre my body into position.

Having the supportive curvature of his body beneath me and my arms around his gryphonhood, there is no way Ethan will throw me from his crotch this time. Once I am fully lodged beneath the warm, pulsating shaft, I feel around with my feet for this knot and press them on either side of the bulbous orbs to raise myself up again, just enough so that my head peaks up over the top of his dick. I come face to face with the yawning urethra at the very tip of his pointed prick.

Once I am comfortable enough and not liable to roll off the gryphon, I increase my contact with Ethan's cock by wrapping both my legs around his thick shaft and hook them together the other side as I go full koala mode on the penis. Hugging it like a feral monkey might hang from their parent's belly. I completely encase Ethan's pulsating prick with all my body as a cheeky grin spreads across my face in satisfaction. In this position, I can bring cover to a lot more of his dick and still be able to lick at the source of his delicious scent~

The other reason for me moving into this position is that a new hunger had awoken in me when I smacked my lips against the salty flavour of his precum soaking them. I want to taste his seed when he blows. No, I NEED to taste him! And being face to face with his leaking tip, I am in the perfect position now~

I take only a moment longer to reposition myself and assure my grip is tight on all ends before using both my arms and legs in unison to start jerking Ethan off while simultaneously beginning to lap at his piss slit with untold vigour.

Ethan: "O-oh d-damnnn~!" Judging the way Ethan just stuttered, it would seem he too appreciates all the extra coverage his dick is receiving in this position~ Just hearing his voice come out so unrefined again brings me my own pleasure.

As I continue to use all my limbs to wank Ethan, I start humping up into his flesh, my slick dick practically careening across his spongy surface with our combined juices. At this point I am absolutely drenched in his precum, my entire body sticky with the savoury and slimy liquid. But something about being waterlogged in Ethan's juices is just so arousing that it only spurs me on further to buck harder, squeeze tighter and licking heavier.

I watch as a large dollop of translucent precum oozes out from his tapered head and quickly wrap my lips around the pointed tip, unwilling to waste the heavenly nectar and start sucking it like a calf on a nipple. Soon, instinct begins to take over, and in-between my ravenous guzzling, I start pressing my tongue into his urethra to begin licking him out from the inside! The feeling of my dexterous appendage slipping in and out of his pisshole is almost like I'm rimming Ethan! The sensation sends my mind into overload and I start moaning along with my motions. Humping into him harder and kneading his flesh faster.

I'm drawing closer and closer to orgasm without having once touched myself. All it's taken is the grinding of my achingly hard penis against Ethan's slippery tool, the exhilarating scent of his pungent musk, the intense flavour of his juices and the sensation of his gryphonhood sensually rubbing against me. I'm practically melting against Ethan and I don't know how much longer I can hold out. But judging from the amount of precum leaking from his pointed head, I think the gryphon isn't far behind me.

I start to double down on my efforts and worked his monstrous cock over faster. I squeeze Ethan's spongy phallus in the tightest hug I can, as if it were a lover I would never see again, while I jerk him off harder. The polite bird beneath me has turned into a writhing, moaning mess and is now also humping his hips in tandem with my motions. The heavy sounds of ecstasy Ethan makes are sending vibrations through me from his chest and the feeling of his next rumbling moan traveling through my flesh is the tipping point that pushes me over the edge. My cock throbs and pulses rigidly, spasming powerfully as my knot swells!

I moan loudly! My grip around the enormous penis intensifies as I cum harder than I ever have before! A combination of the overlying despair of being in this situation and the euphoric, almost forbidden pleasure that I am sharing with Ethan, wipes my mind through a surging rush of sensations and endorphins that all but blind me in an explosive climax!

My incessant squeezing of his dick, combined with my moaning must have sent him over the edge too, because all of a sudden, I feel Ethan's entire shaft pulse with erratic spasms before becoming so hot it's almost unbearable to touch! His sweltering cock twitches and swells up even thicker than before, so much so that I feel his fat knot beneath me fill with so much blood it presses into my ass right before he explodes!

A thick, heavy blast of viscous cum erupts from Ethan's pulsating cock and shoots all over my face in a drowning wave of sperm! The initial explosion is quickly followed by another ejaculation, all just as violent as the last. They start spewing from his tip like someone opened a faucet on full blast! I quickly stifle my moans and hastily latched my lips around his tip so that the next eruption will stream down my throat. And erupt he does.

As my breath-taking climax runs through me in powerful waves, Ethan's dick forcefully shoots out his own waves into me. Each one erupts in a strong jets of thick semen that physically forces its way down my throat without any effort on my part, further stealing my breath! Robbed of my need to swallow, the power behind each of Ethan's ejaculations is so vigorous that with every erratic spasm, he forces yet another torrent of thick cum through my oesophagus, further flooding my insides in his white!

I try my best to swallow it all down, but this is nothing like deepthroating a guy and allowing him to deposit his load right into your gut. Every explosion is quite literally more than a quarter litre! Ethan's dick is physically trying to drown me with each insanely strong ejaculation! I have no choice but to pull back after the fifth shot and start coughing and gasping for breath as the bird continues to unload in in my face without a care in the world.

I quickly shift to pressing my chin over his head in some vain attempt at saving myself from drowning while I quickly return to wanking him off. As I do this, I start to feel my own orgasm winding down. The sensation leaves me almost instantly spent as I huff and grunt through the motions, for Ethan is far from done expelling his seed. Each throb of his solid cock brings with it a tidal wave of sticky baby batter that smacks powerfully into my neck as if I were holding onto an out-of-control firehose!

I'm not sure if I am grateful for it ending or not, but a few more raging ejaculations in and I start to feel Ethan's penis spitting out less forceful shots, each one becoming lazier than the last, until finally, the gryphon is left only throbbing in my weak embrace. I start easing out into a gentle jerking motions, slowing down my movements in unison with his cock's decreasing spasms, until I feel him fall absolutely limp beneath me. Despite Ethan's orgasm having ended, his large penis is still idly twitching and dribbles out globs of cum. Globs I am more than happy to lap up~

Ethan: "A-ah... Sensitive." He says through a heave and a chortle. And after one last lick for good measure, I reluctantly stop before following his lead and allow my arms and legs to fall limp at my sides.

Ethan: "Th-that was... Wow..." I can only form a week chuckle in response as I feel the exact same way. After that life changing orgasm, I allow myself a moment to just soak in the afterglow with closes eyes as I regain my breath. Thankfully Ethan doesn't protest and does the same. Who would have thought this is where I would end up? Snuggled up beneath the pulsing cock of a murderer? Ha... This is kinda nice though...

Another ten minutes pass where we remain silent, the only sounds being our combined heavy breaths and the only movement are that of the gryphon's body rocking me with each of his deep inhales. But as I'm laying here and soaking in the afterglow, I begin to realise what a mess I am. It might have been really hot in the moment, but now that we're not writhing in pleasure, being drenched in his cum just feels really yucky.

After another five minutes of trying to enjoy his embrace, the contentment of laying on Ethan like a giant bed is soon replaced by the discomfort and a need to escape. So with a grunt to indicate my intentions to him, I carefully start to squirm my way from his wet stomach, doing my best not to slip off and hurt myself. And thankfully I only glide from his belly with a wet squelch as if I just rode a tamed and erotic waterslide. I land on my feet and instantly find my legs are weak and unsteady. After wobbling in place for a moment, I'm finally able to stand up straight and stutter out a sigh. I am... Utterly covered in sperm. Every inch of my fur is bathed in his baby batter, and looking over my shoulder, I see the pool I was stewing in.

Kyle: "H-heh. That was amazing Ethan~" He looks down at me with glazed eyes, still pretty out of it, but as his vision clears a bit and he notices my predicament, the gryphon chuckles with a pleasant is tired smile.

Ethan: "It looks like you had a bath in my semen." He still seems pretty worn out, because from the tone of his words, it almost sounds like that was meant to be a joke. A joke which he didn't have the energy to formulate properly. But I guess after shooting a load like that, I'm not surprised he's so brain dead.

Kyle: "Heh, well I could hardly swallow everything! I guess I should have known better when I saw the size of your balls." I say while looking down at my body to reaffirm how drenched I am, but instead my eyes land on my stomach, and they widen as I notice it's slightly distended! The combination of food, water and then... All that spunk. It's left me slightly rounded! My shock however quickly turns to giddiness, and I can't stop myself from chuckling as I rub my slightly sensitive gut, giving it a wet pat as I continue.

Kyle: "Hehehe~ It looks like that dinner deal came with dessert after all~!" Ethan follows my paw movements and a coy smile dawns on his face.

Ethan: "That was most certainly not part of the agreement, but I am of course happy to oblige in filling you~" I chuckle as that joke comes out much better than the last one and move to gently pat my paw against his stomach, but I freeze when I realise a major problem I hadn't thought of till now.

Kyle: "Uhm.. What are we going to do about..." I say uncertainly while gesturing with a sticky paw to the cum running down his sides.

Ethan: "Ah! Oh, of course. This will not take me but a moment." The gryphon exclaims while bending forward with dexterity I didn't realise gryphons had and watch in slight erotic fascination as Ethan laps up the spunk from his stomach with an equally limber tongue.

Kyle: "Wow... You're pretty flexible." I mean, it's mostly just felines that are lucky enough among beastmen to be this nimble. They are pretty notorious for it in fact. Some mustelids too I guess. Sadly, I am not blessed with an overly supple spine. And if I was, I'd do more than just_lick_ cum from my stomach~

Ethan: "It's the feline part of me that allows the flexibility." Ah, of course. I don't know why I didn't realise that sooner. I'll just blame the sex brain.

I continue to watch in amazement as Ethan laps his body clean of every smear of cum. His feathers are pretty water resistant, the sperm practically beads off of his soft plumage, but the fur is another story. Ethan has to actively press his thick tongue into the skin to get it all out. But before I know it, the bird is once more clean and only has a few patches of saliva here and there that need drying. Talk about an expert spunk lapper.

He leans back against the tree trunk after his preening and looks me up and down with still very much tired eyes. All I can do is smile awkwardly in response as I stand with my paws just short of touching my sides and my legs bowed as I continue to drip sperm like an overused cum rag. Probably looking hilarious if a bit sad. But thankfully the gryphon doesn't laugh at me, instead, Ethan offers me a sympathetic smile.

Ethan: "Now, about you..." He says with a different look in his eye that I haven't yet seen, it almost appears uncertain. I gaze down to my semen-soaked body that the gryphon is studying with an ambiguous hum in his throat. I give a slight groan as I observe my tacky, mussed up fur and curse myself for having gotten so dirty. Cleaning cum from fur is the _worst!_Even with soap! Urg... Why didn't I think this through... STUPID PHEROMONES!

Ethan: "I know you were hesitant in drinking water from my beak, so would I be right in assuming you shall be insulted were I to extend the offer of cleaning you as I did myself?" He asks while sitting up with wobbly movements.

Kyle: "Err..." The idea of being licked clean by a predator, who would be more inclined to swallow someone like me alive than bathe them, has me at odds... But at the same time, I am almost one-hundred percent certain that Ethan isn't planning anything nefarious with that query. So this would be safe... Right?

Kyle: "Uhm... J-just... Don't put me in your m-mouth... Alright?" I speak quickly through a stutter before I can change my mind, causing Ethan to blink in surprise at how I didn't outright refuse his offer. Almost like he was just offering it to be cordial. But without pausing too long, the gryphon carefully sits up before looking down to me with a reassuring smile.

Ethan: "Of course Kyle. I promise you have nothing to worry about from me." He says this while lowering his face closer to me, Ethan's movements just as bold as my agreement to the act. I can't however stop my hackles from try to rise and my tail from flickering at the sight of his beak parting and his tongue twitching beyond the black opening as his hot breath washes over me.

Ethan: "Tonight you are my lover, not my prey!" He jests in an attempt to lighten the mood, and somehow his playful words bring me to feel a little more at ease and I chuckle along. Ethan's words calm me enough so that I don't jump away when his pink tongue leaves his beak and swipes across my chest. The feeling however is still daunting. The appendage is powerful and pushes me back a little. But I stand perfectly still, digging my feet into the nest so I don't rock around as I allow the bird to lap pretty incessantly at my fur. Ethan's tongue is thick like an avian's, but seems to have the same course quality of a felines, for three laps are all it takes for the entirety of my tan chestfur to come out perfectly clean, mattered with only his saliva.

I stand motionless with my eyes closed and only move as Ethan instructs me. The large gryphon seems to be trying to keep his distance as much as possible, for not once does his beak brush against my fur. Ethan must understand how uncomfortable this is for me, because he doesn't linger for long on one spot and I can tell he is trying to be quick as possible to spare me my very rational fear. There isn't anything tender about the way his tongue presses into my fur that would have me thinking of a lion cub being cleaned by his mother. This almost feels like being tongue bathed by a nurse who never wanted to help people. But thankfully, before I know it, Ethan has cleaned the last of his spunk from my fur and pulls back with a cooing sound in his throat as he swallows the last bit.

Ethan: "There we go~ You are all cleaned up Kyle. Although... I cannot do anything about my scent that now permeates your fur. I am afraid you will need a proper bath to rid yourself of it." He says this almost bashfully while looking to the side and scratching his beak, but I shake my head and nod confidently.

Kyle: "Using your cum to cover my scent seems like a better idea than mud. If the other hunters smell "You", they will likely go another direction." At least I hope this to be true... And it's not like the mud exactly lasted. It caked in my fur and mostly fell off during my walk after eating that frog. And it's not like I can make any more since I don't have water... I'm sure this strong smell does a better job masking my natural odour anyway.

Ethan: "Smart indeed." Ethan says through a coy chuckle before reclining backwards once more. This time laying into his nest properly. The gryphon curls up on his side and beckoningly pats his feathery chest with a talon.

Ethan: "Now come. I promised you warmth, and the nights this high up can be cold for someone so small." I nod in agreement. While being subjected to his impromptu bathing, I was starting to shiver. The wind up here is not kind.

Observing the luring gryphon laying on his side, I hesitate for only a moment longer before moving to set myself in front of him. Lying down on my side, I press my back against his chest and try to settle in. Touching Ethan is different this time around. It feels strangely... Forbidden. Without sex to make the contact seem less awkward, it almost feels as if because I'm prey for these predators that I should never have the chance to become so comfortable with the likes of him. But this taboo sensation is very much welcomed, especially now that the gryphon isn't saturated in cum. His fur and feathers are really comfortable to press into, and rather warm. Almost to the point of making me overheat. But considering my last few nights have been spent in the cold and all alone, I relish in the heat and company. And when Ethan carefully drapes an arm over my body, I all but disappear beneath his plumage. It feels so... Nice.

Ethan: "Are you comfortable Kyle?" Ethan asks through a sincere tone, but when he speaks, it vibrates against my back rattles my entire body. His voice, while timbred and smooth, rumbles like a storm in his chest. His strength cannot be hidden through soft tones and pleasant words when I'm pressed into him like this. It only makes me realise how much effort he puts into being gentle.

Kyle: "More than I have ever been in a very long time~" I say while snuggling back against his feathery chest as if to emphasis my point. Something Ethan responds to with a soft coo.

Ethan: "I promise not to suffocate you while you sleep Kyle. I am also a rather light sleeper, so should anything go wrong during the night, I will simply roll over to obscure you form any threats. Rest assured, I shall nor injure you this way. So if you are suddenly encumbered by my feathers, do not panic and give yourself away, alright?"

Kyle: "Hehe, you better not. If you kill me during the night, it's your ass on the line!" As I say this, I realise something very important. Something I should never have forgotten about... There are cameras through the entire forest, and if that isn't enough, Ethan has been wearing his personal one this entire time! The others back at the camping grounds must have just watched everything we did!!! I blush furiously under this realisation, my face feeling so hot that I'm actually able to distinguish it from Ethan's heat! I basically just made a porno with this gryphon!

Kyle: "U-uhm... E-Ethan?" I stutter out, looking up to his face as best I can. I think his eyes are closed, but he replies all the same.

Ethan: "Hmm?" The tired response tells me he was indeed drifting off.

Kyle: "Those... Cameras? The one on your head? They don't have sound, do they?" He is silent for a moment before understanding what I am getting at.

Ethan: "Oh! No no no, do not fret about that Kyle. The committee did not hear what we were discussing earlier. Nor are there any microphones set up on the mountain." That... Doesn't exactly make me feel any better about having wanked him off in front of a bunch of perverted beastmen!!! Urg, I've gone from captive to escapee to live pornstar... What's next?

Kyle: "Well... You won't get in trouble for what you're doing, right?" The gryphon chuckles, his voice shaking me against his wide frame.

Ethan: "You are too sweet Kyle. But you need not worry about me so." Ethan tightens his hold on me slightly before continuing.

Ethan: "I informed you thusly that bringing you aiding is not against the rules. If I were to physically keep you from your hunter once they found you, then, and only then, would I face consequences."

Kyle: "Hmm... So it's almost like... Deceiving your opponent or something?"

Ethan: "I suppose it is, in a sense. However, "The Hunt" is not a race or a competition. While certain hunters back at the camp do make wagers on which of us will catch our prey first, we are not in competition with one another."

Ethan: "Seven hunters from around the world are chosen annually as an honour to our testament for being the best at what we do. Think of this almost like a benefaction to us." The avian hybrid coos in his throat, sounding very proud of himself for that statement before continuing.

Ethan: "But I shall admit, there is some satisfaction to be had with knowing I made it that much more difficult for the other hunters in acquiring their prey~ The one and only deception I have ever found titillating, in all honesty."

I find myself perplexed by this conversation I'm having with Ethan. I am lying in his arms like a lover, but he still speaks about me as if I am simply prey. Something meant for hunting and being eaten by one of his comrades. I quickly find myself done with this conversation and end it tersely.

Kyle: "W-well, goodnight Ethan. Sleep well." I can feel the bird stiffen at my words, but I just ignore it and I close my eyes. He must have noticed the dismissive way I said that, I have no doubt.

Ethan pauses upon speaking again, and I figure he must be going over his previous words in his head. I wonder if he realises how that just made me feel or not? Serial killers don't feel remorse from what I've heard, and despite Ethan being the most "Normal" of them all, he does still see eating sapient beings as something natural. Well, at least while he is on this mountain top, if I am to believe what he said about those other beastmen he met is true.

Ethan: "Goodnight Kyle. I hope you have a restful slumber and pleasant dreams." He sighs out in a deflated way, and I flinch as I feel something ruffle my headfur. I realise a moment later that he used his beak to tussle my head in what I am going to assume to be some type of cordial apology or something.

Whatever... I don't have time to worry about what he is thinking or what the other predators are saying about me back at the camp. Or even about how I make him feel for that matter. All that's important right now is that I am fed, warm, and for tonight, safe. For the first time since all of this started, I find myself drifting off to sleep without much effort.

~To Be Continued~