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Samael downed another drink, swaying his hips slowly to the music while he leaned against the club’s bar. It was a rather beautiful night, made all the better by the fact that he had just gotten through his heat, meaning that the bat could be a lot freer with who he opted to drag to bed. It helped him feel that sense of masculinity and lust that his fairly unique biology so often prevented him from enjoying. Samael was intersex, having an overall masculine appearance, and a slit between his legs that most thought of as rather feminine rather than the equipment.

That slit came with fertility, and that in turn meant that he had to be somewhat careful with who he chose to do what with. Just like the average woman, he knew – and the doctors had confirmed – that he could get pregnant if he carelessly let another man fill him. The problem was that every time he went into heat thanks to his internal plumbing, it was almost impossible to resist any man’s advances, if they tried to seduce him. Naturally, that meant he had to stay at home rather than go out and meet someone, as his naturally high sex drive would’ve preferred.

Once upon a time, he had felt rather bad about the whole thing. He’d dreamt of having a cock like most other men did. Because no matter how mixed up and confused mother nature had gotten while putting him together in the womb, he was still very much a man. And fucking around? That was what men did. It really wasn’t fair that he couldn’t for a few weeks several times a year. That said, he had come to terms with it eventually, and it seemed that most men with cocks were very much into his unique anatomy. And he probably had stronger orgasms. The problem was purely that pregnancy risk, because Samael was absolutely not ready to have a litter of pups, a clutch of eggs, or whatever his body was compatible with.

But right now? Today? He wasn’t in heat. And that left all the options open. Samael finished his drink and waved for another, and while waiting for the bartender to finish it, he turned around to watch the club. The whole place was something like a scene from Dante’s Inferno, only a little more pleasant: an endless dance of hedonism where new patrons came and went, some carried out because they’d had far too much to drink, others stumbling out with new partners for the night, and the rest simply exhausting themselves to the booming beat. And new people replaced them, being let in by the rather burly bouncers outside as the previous guests left.

To the bat, It felt like being a kid in candy shop. He had this tradition of coming to the club and picking out the sexiest man or two to play with all night long each time his heat ended.

Samael thought about a horse, perhaps. A rather muscular stallion had just walked past him. Maybe not. Horses were lovely, but too common. Canines of all kinds were a dime a dozen, not that he didn’t appreciate their enthusiasm. He was in the mood for something else, though. And as it happened, something else soon approached him and sat down at the bar right next to him.

A white gryphon. Stunning to look at, especially with the way his white feathers seemed to soak in and reflect all the colors of the club lighting. White feathers combined with a mane that seemed either off-white or perhaps slightly yellow, like the parts of his body not covered by feathers or fur. Samael certainly thought he was quite pleasant to look at, and found himself enjoying doing so.

He looked very masculine, lean, and toned, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. The kind of build that could really pin you down, if he wanted to, Samael thought. He’d always wondered about gryphons. People said they, dragons, and hippogryphs were all generally dangerous to be around, if you were the receptive type, but the bat wasn’t entirely sure why. Every dragon he’d ever met or been with had been just lovely.

“You know, it always tickles me to see bats at nightclubs,” the gryphon said, the soft corners of his beak tugging up into a grin.

“And why’s that?” Samael asked. He was in exactly the right mood to get entangled in a flirtatious conversation, no matter how corny it got. At the same time, he rather wished he could remember what the thing he was supposed to be careful about was. If it was about them being hyper-virile breeders, that wouldn’t be a problem given that he was both not fertile and had a box of his favorite condoms.

“Well, creatures of the night and all. If you’re nocturnal, you’d think it’d be day clubs that have that off-hours mystique, no?” the gryphon smiled. He flagged down the bartender and ordered a drink that Samael couldn’t quite catch the name of.

“Yeah, you’d have a point if you ignored that basically everyone has to be awake during the daytime, though,” Samael replied. “Regardless of what our biology tells us.”

“Can’t be easy, that. I wonder what else your biology tells you?” the gryphon mused. He got his drink; it smelled like smoke and pineapple, and looked dirty brown. Not something Samael was familiar with. “Usually, people come to nightclubs for a few reasons.”

Ah, here it was, the flirting. Samael smiled back at the handsome half-bird. “Go on,” he encouraged him.

“Well, there are three primal urges at play here. There’s alcohol, and you’re not drunk enough for that to be your goal,” he started, sipping on his own drink. “Then there’s dancing, and you’re not dancing. So that leaves only one option.”

“And what’s that one option?” Samael asked.

“Your biology is telling you to look for a mate,” the gryphon chuckled. “Whether for the night or longer term, I don’t know.”

“Clever. But that’s basically half the people here,” the bat noted. “Pretty safe bet, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Mhm. But…” the gryphon scooted closer to Samael. “…you happen to be the hottest man around here,” he added in a quiet whisper, breath hot against the bat’s ear.

“Oh? I wonder if you’d still think that if you knew everything about me,” Samael replied. He leaned against the gryphon’s strong, muscular chest to show that the interest was mutual. “If you’re looking for cock, you might be disappointed.”

“Doesn’t matter one bit what you got in those cute pants of yours,” the gryphon replied. His hand splayed against Samael’s chest, and then dipped a little lower, where it touched his belly. The bat shivered. “As long as you know what you’re getting into.”

Oh, did he ever. Or at least, Samael thought he did. Ah, it couldn’t be anything too bad. He shuddered as the gryphon’s hand slipped between his legs to feel out the smooth, warm mound, and the gryphon smiled broadly.

“Mm, it’s a good thing I prefer being on top, isn’t it? Because it feels to me like you need just that. The name’s Garland, by the way,” he murmured. “If you’re the type who likes to moan it out when you cum.”

“Real… nff, smooth,” Samael replied, his voice quickly quieted by Garland pressing his thumb against the stiff nub of his clit and kneading. “Y-yeah, should probably head to my p-place.”

Somehow, the attraction and arousal made those not-terribly-smooth pickup lines sound like the most erotic thing ever.

Well, as people in their situation usually did, the two men left the club together, touching each other the whole way back to the bat’s abode, a little condo not too far from the city center. By the time they got there, of course, Samael was painfully and shamefully aware of just how wet the front of his pants had gotten – his boxers were even worse off – but the gryphon, for all his confidence, had also blushed at least briefly when he noticed how hard the bat had gotten him.

He felt bulky against Samael’s hand, though. Bulky, warm, and hard. Well-hung, to be sure, though not too big, and squeezing that sexy bulge sent a thrill of excitement up Samael’s spine. Oh, the last few steps out of the taxi and into the apartment building were almost impossible to manage without them stripping each other naked on the threshold, such was the immediate hunger and desire between them.

Stumbling into the bedroom and leaving a trail of clothes behind them, the gryphon was soon pulling off Samael’s pants. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his puffy, rather wet pussy. It was certainly a rare treat, and since the bat knew exactly what he was getting into, Garland was happy to enjoy it. Savor it, even. Though the both of them ached to get to the main act, he took an indulgent moment to lean down and drag his tongue along the slippery groove of Samael’s unusual sex, scooping up both his scent and flavor.

The gryphon lost his pants soon after that, with a very eager Samael on his knees in front of him to get a proper first look at his cock as it popped out. And pop out did; the gryphon’s cock was beautiful, and of course… barbed. That, he realized dimly as he rubbed his snout against the throbbing shaft, might be a problem.

But he’d certainly give it the best try he could. Sensually, Samael unwrapped a condom and slowly rolled it over the gryphon’s cock, slathering the hot flesh with little kisses and licks.

“Mm, if only everyone worshipped my cock before they took it. Good boy,” Garland rumbled, his hands now on Samael’s ears, caressing them.

Being called a good boy would never failed to make the bat feel good. Even though he was confident enough in his body these days, it still served to affirm that confidence, and it made him even wetter. Samael took a moment to nuzzle the gryphon’s heavy balls, too; though he had no desire to get pregnant, it was still impressive how endowed he was… and how much seed he’s surely fill Samael’s cunt with when he reached that point.

Garland pulled him up and then pushed him backwards onto the bed.

“Come on then, big boy,” Samael goaded the beautiful gryphon, spreading his legs wide in invitation and giving him another, hopefully tantalizing, look at the slick, naked lips.

“I will. Hope you got the barb-proof condoms,” he replied, voice practically dripping with lust as he climbed onto the bed and took his position between the bat’s legs, rubbing his latex-covered cock along the length of his slit and over his clit. Samael squirmed in turn, but thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long.

Garland grabbed his shaft and placed the tip at the bat’s entrance, and then he did the only thing any male in his position could’ve done; he thrust, hard, sinking into Samael’s body. It felt amazing after only enjoying toys while in heat, and the bat moaned loud enough that he suspected his neighbors would complain, but right now he didn’t care in the slightest, with the handsome stud and his beautiful cock giving him exactly what he needed.

And then he began to rut the bat properly. As Samael had fantasized, the gryphon’s talon-tipped hands practically pinned him to the bed and with their legs entwined, he couldn’t move even if he had wanted to. The friction was exquisite, and he moaned out loud despite the rubber numbing the sensations just a little bit. It was regrettable, but even when not in heat, he didn’t want to take the risk of being filled.

It was wonderful, finally getting fucked again by a man who knew just what he wanted, until the penetration suddenly felt a lot better, and then it became heavenly. More intimate, more fulfilling, a scratching sensation inside him – one that felt like it somehow touched every nerve inside him at once – and a jolt of pleasure that made Samael’s body seize so hard that he couldn’t breathe, like a cramp of total and utter pleasure, a glowing ball of ecstasy in his lower belly.

“C-condom… I think it broke,” Garland grunted. He forced his hips to a still. Though confident, he was nothing if not polite, and disciplined enough to let the bat decide what to do.

Samael bit his lip. The gryphon pulled out enough that he, craning his neck, could see that the condom was indeed reduced to tatters. And any other condom he put on would meet the same fate because Samael hadn’t had the foresight to get barb-proof ones. Fuck.

But he wasn’t in heat. He wasn’t fertile. So, there’ really be no risk in letting the gryphon go bare. It was more a matter of principles, of not getting used to the whole idea of unsafe sex and not taking precautions, because it would lead to him with a swollen belly sooner or later, if he did.

Maybe just once would be okay, though. Once wasn’t a pattern, nor a habit, and it wasn’t as if the gryphon had any kind of addictive properties or anything like.

“Just take it off,” Samael hissed.

“And then?” Garland asked. He leaned down to drag his beak along the side of Samael’s neck, instantly reducing the smaller male to a blubbering mess.

“T-then, fuck me anyway, it’s s-s-safe day, fuck,” Samael groaned, barely getting the words out. But god, he needed to get fucked, needed this one good mind-clearing orgasm or he’d be sitting on a dildo the rest of the month. Just once. Once was okay. “You can cum inside if yo-ooh-”

He was again interrupted as Garland pulled the shreds of the condom off his cock and sank inside him again, and this time, that intimate, carnal electricity was there from the first moment. Samael squirmed as his soaked pussy felt the full force of the gryphon’s barbs digging into his inner walls, lighting a kind of smoldering fire that he’d never felt before.

It was too much, at least. It was overwhelming. The bat’s legs twitched and kicked, his fingers digging into the gryphon’s muscles as he tried his hardest to relax even a little bit, but for the first few minutes every thrust was overwhelming sensory overload. He almost had to ask the gryphon to stop, but just as he opened his mouth, the sensations slowly shifted to something more pleasurable as his body got used to the level of stimulation.

As Garland’s bare cock pistoned into his eager cunt, the feelings began to melt into something much more all-consuming than overwhelming. Something beautiful that radiated through every fiber of his being. Soon, Samael was, well, he had been soaked before, but now he felt like a leaking faucet, and each of the gryphon’s thrusts was audibly wet. At the same time, that glowing ball of pleasure in his belly was back, growing and growing into almost unfathomable pleasure.

Garland pinned him against the bed again, and in response, Samael wrapped his legs around his haunches, frenziedly responding to his thrusts by impaling himself more deeply on that amazing cock. Oh, who cared if he was unprotected? Today was a consequence-free day, and the way the beast’s barbs were raking his insides, it’d have been worth it even if it wasn’t.

But of course, Samael didn’t know what he had gotten himself into. Nor would he know, not yet, about how exactly letting the gryphon fuck him without protection was wreaking havoc on his hormones, exerting an influence on his body just as dominant as his personality was for the bat’s mind. He responded eagerly and unknowingly.

The first rutting, of course, had to end eventually. Soon they were both racing towards their respective climaxes. Samael felt that telltale pre-orgasmic twitching inside him, and despite all the caution he usually employed, right now his body was burning to be filled with cum. He needed to feel it soak into his pussy, tickle his cervix, to be, at least in sensation, bred like a bitch in heat. It was a safe fantasy, for now, or at least so he thought.

And so, Samael wailed in dissolute ecstasy as the gryphon, with a deep, pleasured grunt, reached his breaking point. He thrust so deep into the bat’s body that Samael could only whimper, and then, his release flooded him. Like everything else tonight, it felt amazing. A pressured, thick heat erupted inside Samael’s depths, and while that feeling alone was incredibly erotic – wasn’t being seeded always deeply erotic? – there was something more to it, as if Garland's sperm doused the fire that he himself had lit inside the bat. The sensations were confusing but beautiful. There was relaxation, a deep-set satisfaction as his body, halfway primed by the gryphon’s barbs, rewarded him in him spades for letting himself be filled. He felt almost as if he was dissolving into warm, bubbly goo.

But then there was also the more acute pleasure. Garland's last thrust followed by the torrent of cum pumping into him drove Samael over the edge easily. One moment he was anticipating his orgasm, and the next he was thrashing and squirming as his sex milked the gryphon’s throbbing, jerking shaft, squeezing every drop of his virile seed out of him and into his own body. Perhaps it was simply biology, but in that moment, Samael was so intensely grateful that he had decided to let the gryphon fuck him unprotected, because this was exactly what his body had been yearning for, every little twitch and squirt of cum into his belly.

“Holy shit,” was all that Samael could muster once his latest lover was done emptying his balls into the bat’s body.

“Yeah, I tend to have that effect,” the gryphon grinned with a cocky wink, still buried halfway inside Samael. “But it’ll feel even better next time, as you know.”

Samael really didn’t know, and handsome as the gryphon was, he was in no hurry to repeat the act. Still, they did trade numbers, as well as quite a few sloppy kisses and heated gropes in the shower, before Garland left.

That night, Samael slept better than he could remember ever sleeping before, and woke up in the next morning fully rested, almost as if the energetic sex has revitalized him and shaved a few years off his age. But there was something off, too. An itch, mild at first, between his legs and in his belly. At first, he thought he had caught something, but there was nothing that’d show up this early, and upon examining himself, there was nothing to see except the expected puffiness and rawness of having gotten his brains fucked out the previous day.

That left him with time to simply do nothing but relax. It was the weekend, after all. He thought about what the gryphon had said: that it’d feel even better next time. Samael still couldn’t figure it out, unless it was just a somewhat awkward attempt at flirting. But for now, the bat was sated, so he settled in to watch a movie and order some takeout, because his hips were just a little too sore to take a walk.

It was going to be a relaxing Saturday.

Except for one minor detail. The itch between his legs wasn’t going away, it seemed. And everything down there was extremely sensitive, too. Not sore, but sensitive, to the point that his lips touching the smooth fabric of his briefs sent little tingles through his body. It felt a little like being in heat, only not as intense. Just irritating. No, that wasn’t right either. Alluring? His pussy felt like it was begging to be touched to scratch that itch somehow, that was what it felt like, but Samael tried his best to ignore it.

He found himself thinking about the gryphon a lot. Garland, the bat reminded himself, so as to not reduce the handsome male to just muscles and a cock, however amazing the latter attribute was. There was just something about him, and the barbs really had driven Samael wild with pleasure. He had been with felines before, but that feeling had been new, regardless. Maybe it had something to do with gryphons being a pseudo-magical species, creating a compatibility where none existed between his pussy and the barbed cocks of felines.

It seemed as good a theory as any. Besides, the feeling wasn’t bad. He enjoyed it, after all. It was just that it refused to go away for even a single second.

With a sigh, Samael got up and walked into the bedroom, where he picked up his favorite dildo – shaped like the trusty cock of a canine, sure to please anyone – and a magic wand. No matter how used he felt, he had to get rid of the itchy excitement building down there or he’d be unable to focus on anything for the entire weekend. Fuck it, he barely remembered what movie he had been watching. The memory, only seconds old, had escaped him the instant he laid eyes on his toys again, as if his body had some very specific ideas on how he should spend the weekend. And, well, it could’ve been worse. Orgasms were nice, and after enough of them, the itch had to go away, didn’t it?

Well, he spread his legs, slid the dildo in with practiced ease, and then pressed the magic wand against his clit.

And nothing happened.

No, there was pleasure, certainly, enough to make Samael squirm and leave his hips bucking and twitching, but whereas the combination would’ve usually made him cum in just a few minutes, this time it couldn’t push him over the edge. No matter how wet he got, to the point of soaking through the towels he’d set up, and no matter how intense the pleasure, it remained as edging rather than relief, only making things worse.

Samael cranked up the wand’s vibrations and mashed it against his clit, moaning until tears were streaming from his eyes, and yet the frustration only grew and grew. He couldn’t cum, the itch returned the moment he lifted the wand from his poor, abused clit, and his frustration grew and grew until he was fumbling for his phone with lust-soaked hands. He almost tapped the gryphon’s number before pausing.

Samael realized that he really shouldn’t call him.

It was that slippery slope. He still didn’t have any barb-proof condoms and the specialty stores that sold them were closed today. So, when he called, he’d be taking another warm, sticky, unprotected load and- why did the thought make his pussy clench like that? Samael tossed the phone aside in frustration and tried to focus on masturbating again, eventually moving back to the TV and flicking on some porn, but nothing he did could push him past the edge, only snug against it and feeling even more needy than he had at the beginning.

Eventually, by the time his clit felt sore from the endless vibrations of the wand, Samael had to concede defeat. He wasn’t going to get off, and as such, he wouldn’t be able to do anything at all. Ah, well. Tomorrow would be better; at least he could use the horny energy to do something tedious like cleaning his apartment.

After reaching a point of thorough exhaustion, Samael went back to bed for the night and dreamt the expected dreams of being gangbanged and creamed by an entire conga line of sexy, masculine, and very horny men, one after the other. None of them wore condoms and he wasn’t on the pill, and he could see their swimmers racing up his tubes and fertilizing him and-

-Samael woke up with his heart beating rapidly, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure if he had even been dreaming. He had to reach between his legs to ensure that no cum was oozing from his overexcited slit today before he was able to finally breathe a sigh of relaxation and slump back into bed.

And there was that itch again. Still.

Slippery slope, Sam. Don’t do it.

But what else was he supposed to do?

He’d get fired if he showed up at work this horny and useless. No, that wasn’t an option. He had to cum, or at least get that damned itch scratched. And the gryphon had done a fantastic job at doing it last time. He was still safe, with his heat far away no matter how worked up and flushed he felt, so… well, stronger men than Samael had all surrendered to temptation. Soon, he was dialing the gryphon’s number.

“Oh, hey,” Garland responded with that casual ease that he seemed to always exude. “Did you want to send me flowers for the other night? Box of chocolates, maybe?”

Samael rolled his eyes. This was urgent, or at least it felt urgent to him in that moment.

“I want you to come over here and fuck me senseless,” he sighed. “I’ve not been able to sleep properly since… well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know, but hey, you knew what you were getting into,” Garland laughed. “Hey, I’m busy with work at the moment, got some overtime, but I’ll swing by tonight and give you what you want, hm?”

Samael sighed but then agreed. Tonight would be better than never, at least. He supposed that what the gryphon meant was that it’d be hard to satisfy himself with anything but a barbed cock after trying one out.

Another restless day followed, but at least this time the bat knew there was no point in trying to get himself off. That didn’t mean that he didn’t keep getting hornier. It was exactly like a milder version of heat, which he took to mean that the gryphon was just that good of a lover. He didn’t notice the other telltale signs, like how his entire body was slightly warmer than average, or how that warmth seemed to be radiating from his womb, as if he really was going into heat.

But he couldn’t be, so the possibility of it actually happening never crossed his mind.

When Garland finally arrived, Samael was practically climbing on the walls with how strong his need had gotten. He greeted the gryphon – who didn’t even seem surprised – by tearing off his shirt and then feverishly fumbling with his pants in an attempt to get those off, too. It was a single-minded obsession that had only been growing since their first meeting.

“Ya know, if you’re gonna be that enthusiastic, why don’t you do the work?” the gryphon grinned. He looked so pleased with himself, but Samael found that sexy in the state he was in. Once his cock sprung free, the bat found himself staring at it the way a dog might stare at a fresh cut of beef. It looked exactly as wonderful as he remembered, and not just that, he clenched as he remembered the pleasure it had brought him last time. A trickle of his juices dribbled down his inner thigh.

It was almost pathetic how badly he needed it, but it didn’t feel pathetic. It felt like Christmas Eve.

Garland, sensing just how desperate the bat was – and how could he not be? They both knew what his barbs did – leisurely laid down on his back in Samael’s bed. His rock-hard cock slapped against his soft-furred belly before he wrapped his fingers around it and pointed it straight up, ready for the bat to mount.

“Mh, what are you waiting for?” the gryphon goaded him, squeezing himself so a droplet of precum formed at his tapered cockhead. “Come take what you want.”

Samael scrambled atop the muscular gryphon. He was leaking. Hell, the both of them were. For a few moments he had the self-control to just grind against the gryphon’s shaft, moaning out loud at the sensation of his barbs raking his clit and lips, but he knew that he needed more. Always more.

With a breathy huff, Samael positioned himself just above the gryphon’s cock, with the tip nestled against his slippery pussy.

Was there some kind of reason that he shouldn’t be doing this?

Samael couldn’t think of one. But while he still hesitated, searching for some reason that he felt like he should’ve had, the gryphon grabbed his hips and pulled him down onto his cock. He slipped all the way in, to the very base of his cock, in one smooth motion that knocked the breath out of the bat. That initial penetration felt heavenly, exactly as he remembered it, as those barbs got back to work teasing his body through the miracles of biology and some inherent gryphonic magic.

And yet, breathless or not, his hips were moving instantly as he relished the feeling of being raked again. Beyond the pleasure, his body responded exactly as the gryphon knew it would, and assumed that Samael knew as well. He had told him as much, after all. Everyone knew that the barbs stimulated others into heat and ovulation. Usually, it was restricted to the same species, but with gryphons, their mildly magical nature made them more compatible.

So with every rocking buck of Samael’s hips, he was one step closer to going into heat much earlier than planned. That also meant that every movement felt better than the last, a little trick of nature to ensure that he kept going until it was too late, and that he couldn’t think about the consequences with how his mind was constantly overwhelmed with pleasure.

God, yes.

Samael gyrated his hips at first, then rocked them, and soon he was bouncing in Garland’s lap with wild abandon, guided by his strong hands. It was mind-blanking, his entire body cheering for the gryphon to breed him. It felt exactly like when he was in heat, only Samael had already concluded that he couldn’t be in heat, so he could simply relax and enjoy the sensations. Everything from how the gryphon throbbed inside him, to the warm glow that seemed to emanate from his womb, intensified by each prickly thrust.

“Mmh, you smell so good like this,” Garland rumbled, drawing in the bat’s increasingly fertile scent. Watching him bounce on his cock so eagerly was adorable, how badly the bat clearly wanted to get pregnant. And as a stud of a gryphon, he was happy to provide. That, and he didn’t really have a choice with the bat’s wonderful natural heat-perfume filling his nostrils, anyway.

It was so painfully rare to find fertile men or women who wanted to get knocked up, and that just about drove Garland wild as he kept thrusting into the bat’s eager body. Soon, Samael couldn’t keep the pace that he wanted, so in one smooth motion the gryphon lifted the panting bat off his shaft and pinned him down into bed again.

“Time to give you what you need. Every drop of it,” he growled, drawing on the feline half of this heritage, and before Samael could reply in any way, the gryphon was already inside him so deeply that his heavy balls slapped against the bat’s soaked crotch.

He sped up. His firm, toned body was practically wrapped around Samael’s, and the bat couldn’t even move. Hell, he couldn’t even move his legs, though that was because they were locked around the gryphon’s hips again in a kind of sexual death grip. Release came nearer and nearer; soon, he was panting and gasping, the orgasm that his body was promising just on the horizon, so intense that he felt like he wouldn’t even be himself after it was all over.

Mercilessly, Garland kept rutting into his wet, pliable body. The barbs kept raking his inner walls until the bat was at the peak of his heat. Samael didn’t know that, of course, and to him it was still safe pleasure that he could fully indulge in while facing no risk whatsoever. And so, as his orgasm came, he dove into the sensations head-first. It swept through his entire being this time, the climactic clenches of his cunt nearly choking the life out of the gryphon’s majestic cock.

It took him exactly half a second for his squeezing, eager sex to pull Garland into that shuddering climax as well. It was what it was made to do, after all.

The gryphon gave a trembling, triumphant squawk as he drove his barbed cock all the way into Samael’s quivering body, and that was the last thing he did consciously before age-old instincts and pure biology took over. Even through the spasming, twitching conflagration of his helpless orgasm, Samael could feel it; the first hard jerk of the gryphon’s cock inside him. It strained right against his g-spot, and then the first rope of cum erupted into the bat’s depths.

And that feeling, brought on by his own body’s reaction to being filled with cum to douse the heat he had been coaxed into by the gryphon’s barbed thrusts, was something beyond even the most intense orgasm. It swallowed the bat, an immense sense of relaxation and pleasure, of that infuriating itch between his legs finally being scratched combined with the natural flood of dopamine rewarded to any fertile animal who allowed themselves to be bred like this, and every other feel-good chemical that mother nature could muster. He could scarcely even see anything with how his vision blurred beneath the all-consuming tremors of pleasure that threatened to dissolve him in into an ocean of ecstasy, atom by atom, throb by throb of his lover’s cock.

It flooded him like a torrent, every single drop of it eager to slip into the bat’s womb, find his eggs, and then, gangbang them into submission. He felt every spurt in intimate, silky detail, combined with the swooning euphoria of his heat being well and truly sated, even if he wasn’t consciously aware of the latter.

And the gryphon kept cumming, his own release spurred on by the scent of chiropteran heat filling his lungs and making his blood burn with masculine need. He seeded the bat so heavily that towards the end of it, they both felt the backwash gush over his sheath, but no matter how much spilled, the walls of his pussy were soaked in cum, his cervix bathed in it, and his womb slowly drinking as much as nature would allow it to.

He just about dissolved in that. For a good few minutes, and then maybe half an hour afterwards, nothing existed or even mattered other than the steady, rapid throbbing of the gryphon’s breeding rod inside him, which then slowed to a lazy pulsing as he fully emptied every drop of seed from his heavy balls into the unwittingly fertile bat.

The only thing he really knew was that it was amazing, and whatever it was, he wanted to do it more often, all the time, and regular fucking didn’t even hold a candle to how intense the orgasm itself, let alone the tingly, drowning satisfaction, was.

He’d definitely do it again. That was all he could feel, not even think, for what felt like a wonderful eternity pinned beneath Garland’s bulk as the gryphon’s sperm did what it was meant to do inside him.

It took Samael maybe half an hour of staring at the ceiling, nearly insensate in the afterglow – it felt more like the embers of a raging wildfire than a mere “glow” – but eventually, his thoughts started to return into his otherwise rather blissfully empty head.

His body was cooling down, now.

It really did feel exactly like he was – well, had been – in heat. But he couldn’t be, could he? Suddenly the denial rang falsely. The satisfaction of having been thoroughly creamed was just too immense for it to not be real.

“What the hell was that?” Samael finally asked. His throat felt sore from all the moaning, and his voice sounded like he’d had a few glasses of whiskey beforehand. “I mean, it was good, but holy shit, I don’t usually like… lose consciousness when I get fucked.”

“Well, it’s getting fucked bare while you’re in heat, silly,” the gryphon chuckled. He was just as hoarse as Samael was. “Never done it before?”

“I’m not in heat,” the bat grumbled.

“Not anymore,” Garland said, and turned around to look at the bat. “But you sure were before I filled you up.”

The bat closed his eyes. He kept track of his heats pretty carefully. The only way it could’ve happened earlier was if he had been drugged, and Garland didn’t seem like the type to do that. So, he was wrong. Unless, Samael suddenly realized, the barbs- barbs made cats ovulate, didn’t they- he wasn’t a cat but- the thoughts came in scattered rapid-fire images.

“Did the barbs force me to ovulate?” he blurted out.

“Yeah,” Garland smiled, though he had a sudden look of mild concern. “What, you didn’t know? Gryphons are compatible with everyone like… you know, like that. You said you knew what you were getting into!”

A cold rush of anxiety washed over Samael as he heard that, but it didn’t last long; the satisfaction of apparently having been knocked up was a lot more intense. Still, though…

“Hey, you’ll love having a clutch of gryphon eggs,” Garland teased, half encouraging and half playful. He reached to touch Samael’s black-furred belly, smiling that beaked smile of his. “Besides, you’ll look even cuter with this belly all big and swollen.”

Samael wanted to slap his hand away. Yet, even if he was frustrated, it was entirely impossible to deny that biological satisfaction that his damned pussy brought to him, or the happy glow of having been successfully inseminated. He could practically imagine the fertilization happening, too. All those little swimmers excited that the owner of that egg was apparently an idiot who didn’t know how to ask questions and ended up pregnant instead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you through it. Along with all the hormonal horniness you might experience while heavy with my eggs, of course,” Garland grinned with that easy confidence of his.

Samael sighed. He didn’t even need to look down to know that the gryphon was getting hard again, but he was still processing the fact that it’d felt so goddamn amazing to have bare sex in heat.

Well, maybe being a father wouldn’t be all that bad.

At least it’d be a good excuse to eat all the snacks he wanted and have a handsome gryphon stud serve them to him. He sighed again, and then dutifully laid back and spread his legs for another round of mind-blowing sex. Not like he could get any more pregnant.