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The rain had let up somewhat overnight, but when Tarin peered out of the cave the next morning he could see that there was likely to be another fresh downpour later. Dark clouds were clustered together and gradually drifting westward, driven towards the nearby mountains by a strong wind from the Eastern Ocean. A sudden gust blew a spray of water into the gryphon's face, momentarily blinding him. "Aarrgh, son of a...!"

"What's up?" called Gregin from deeper within the cave.

"Nothing. I just got a blast of rain in my face," replied Tarin, shaking his head and stepping back into the cave. He let his eyes adjust briefly before wandering deeper. "Nice to see you're awake at last."

Gregin rolled over onto his front and pushed himself to his feet, executing a languid stretch that was punctuated by several sharp cracks from various joints. "Yeah, I'm awake." He yawned widely then padded up to Tarin to give him a morning nuzzle. "Sleep well?"

"Once Sherman's snoring had settled down, yeah." Tarin glanced at the bronze hulk that occupied the very back of the cave. The dragon had curled himself around, laying his muzzle over the twitching tip of his tail. He was snoring, but it was barely audible over the steady drizzle outside. "I don't know how you manage to sleep so easily."

"Easy; I learned to ignore your snores."

"I do not snore!" Tarin muttered indignantly.

Gregin snorted unbelievingly. "Yeah, right. When you're on your back, it's almost impossible to tune out."

"Fine, whatever." Tarin glanced out into the rainy gloom. "Feel like anything for breakfast? As much as I'm loath to go out, I'm hungry."

"Hmm." Gregin fluttered his wings a little as he thought. "I dunno. See if you can find a couple of fat rabbits?"

"Rabbits? In this weather?" Tarin looked sceptical. "Probably not likely. A smart rabbit would be home in its burrow, keeping dry. Or being drowned by flooding."

"Well, bring back whatever you can find, then. I'm not particularly fussy." Gregin shrugged and sat down to preen his head feathers with his claws.

Tarin sighed and shook his head. "Right." He stared out of the cave, through the drizzle that obscured anything more than a few metres away. "I'll see you in a bit, then, totally soaked to the bone, and likely to catch a chill."

"Good luck." Gregin didn't even look up, engrossed in his grooming.

Tarin muttered something unsavoury under his breath, then headed out into the rain.

* * * * *

Once his mate had gone, Gregin turned and headed deeper into the cave to sit in front of the slumbering dragon. He'd just curled his tufted tail around his feet when Sherman began to stir. The dragon uncurled himself, yawning widely. Once again Gregin was impressed by the number and size of the teeth that Sherman sported. "Morning."

"Morning," rumbled Sherman, blinking slowly as he started stretching his body out with a serious of sinuous movements. "Did I snore again?"

"Yeah, but I got used to it. Sleep well?"

Sherman nodded. "Uh-huh. I had some good, if strange, dreams. I can't remember them though." The dragon finished stretching and looked around. "Where's Tarin got to?"

"I sent him out to find some breakfast." Gregin looked out to the outside again. "I'm starting to wonder if that was a bad idea."

"He'll not find much in these conditions, except maybe waterfowl," Sherman pointed out. "I could have gone out; I don't suffer as much from being wet as you gryphons."

"Yeah. You weren't awake, though. He's been gone only a few minutes. If he comes back with anything, fine, otherwise you can go out."

Sherman agreed with a nod. "Fair enough. I'll plunder the lake again." He yawned again. "So... until he comes back, what shall we do?"

Gregin opened his beak in a gryph-grin, the corners of his beak curving upwards. "Well, seeing as we're alone again, and you seem to have a bit of morning wood...."

"I do?" Sherman glanced beneath himself, and seemed surprised to find that his cock had indeed sneaked out unnoticed and was now bobbing beneath him, about a foot of thick, pulsing dragon meat ready to be taken care of.

"Mmhmm." Gregin moved closer, running his narrow tongue along the edges of his beak as he gazed at Sherman's member. "What say you to using my throat as a cum dump?"

"I've got no objections." Sherman grinned back, and reached out with one clawed hand to push the gryphon over onto his back. "Just lie there, and take it all like a good gryphon bitch."

Gregin stretched out on his back, spreading his wings out a little to prevent crushing them beneath him. "Mrrr, use me, Shermy," he urged in a begging tone.

Sherman didn't say anything as he stepped over Gregin, rubbing the underside of his throbbing shaft over the gryphon's face, smearing it with the pre that was leaking out. He slipped his thick tail beneath Gregin's neck and lifted it a little, so that his head was tilted back. "Open your beak wide, gryphon."

"Uh-huh." Gregin looked up at Sherman's bronze underside, so close that he couldn't focus on any detail, and opened his beak, licking out at the dragon's cock.

"That's it," Sherman murmured, pressing the head of his member down into Gregin's beak and carefully into his throat. He felt the gryphon swallow hard and he used the moment to ease his cock deeper, stretching the tight tube. "Good gryphon. Swallow my cock." He carefully slipped deeper, until his cock was fully buried. He reached down to stroke a claw over the gryphon's neck, slightly amused to feel the thick bulge stretching down into his chest.

The dragon stayed still for a few seconds, enjoying the warm tightness of Gregin's throat, until the gryphon's chest began to heave, and Gregin started making strangled noises. He quickly pulled back, allowing his partner to exhale and take in a deep lungful of fresh air through his nares. "Sorry," Sherman murmured apologetically.

Once Gregin's breathing had settled again the dragon once more slipped his cock down the gryphon's gullet, and began to thrust slowly and gently.

Gregin grabbed a breath when he could. The sensation of Sherman's member moving up and down his throat was strange, a little scary, but also very enjoyable. Privately, he found the inability to breathe when he wanted to was somewhat thrilling; he was totally at the mercy of the dragon, and he liked it. It didn't stop him worrying, though, when Sherman would rest with his cock buried fully.

After a few minutes, Gregin's throat and beak were beginning to feel sore, but he wasn't able to say so because of Sherman's cock. Thankfully Sherman pulled out completely then and moved around to straddle Gregin from the other end. "Gonna take care of my tailhole now?" Gregin asked, wiggling his rump in anticipation.

Sherman sat back on his haunches, stroking his slightly ridged cock as he gazed down at the gryphon. "Only if you beg me for it."

Gregin rolled over onto his feet and stood up, lowering his front and keeping his rear up, moving it slowly in a seductive fashion. His tail he lifted up to show off his puckered anus. He glanced back at the dragon and said with a slightly whiny tone, "Fuck me, Shermy. My asshole needs your big cock ploughing it, and your hot cum spurting deep inside. Please... use me, bugger me, screw me senseless!"

"As you wish," Sherman responded, reaching for Gregin's hips and pulling him back against his crotch. He grabbed his dick and positioned it against the gryphon's taihole, smearing his glistening precum over it before he bucked forward and pulled Gregin back, sinking his member deep into the gryphon in a single, slow lunge.

A pained keen slipped out of Gregin's throat as he was penetrated. His anus, stretched tightly around Sherman's cock, clenched reflexively as it tried to repel the meaty intruder. Gregin loved it, though. As much as he'd liked sinking his cock into a hot pussy in his earlier days, he was now quite content to just lift his tail and take a male's member deep in his bowels.

"You're such a butt slut, Gregin," the dragon said as he began to thrust, slowly and carefully stretching the gryphon's hole. He moved his left hand to stroke his claws over Gregin's back, scratching at his tailbase, and around his wings.

"Mmm, I know," Gregin replied in a soft moan, pressing back against Sherman, matching his thrusts with movements of his own. "I can't help it; I love being fucked by a big dick."

Conversation ceased for a few minutes as they concentrated more on their carnal pleasures. Sherman's shaft was sliding easily in and out of the gryphon's loosened tailhole, allowing for deeper penetration. Gregin was almost drooling in bliss as his rump was used.

Finally the dragon reached the point of climax. A roar reverberated around the cave as he came, burying himself fully inside Gregin's stretched tailhole to let his thick cum squirt as deeply as he could manage.

Gregin felt every throb of Sherman's shaft, and groaned when he started to feel the strange warm sensation somewhere in his bowels that meant that the dragon was pumping his hot spunk into him. "Yeeaah," he drawled, his tongue lolling out of his beak a little. "Fill me up."

"What do you think I'm doing, bird-brain?" muttered Sherman good-naturedly. He kept his crotch pressed firmly against the gryphon's rear, keeping every drop of his seed where it belonged.

Some time later the two separated; Sherman backed out when his cock softened, and sprawled on the ground, panting hard as he recovered from his orgasm. Gregin collapsed slowly and spread himself out like a rug. Globs of semen dribbled slowly out of his gaping tailhole, rolling down over his balls to drip onto the dirt floor of the cave.

That was how Tarin found them when he returned a few minutes later, a small bevy of birds clenched in his claws and beak. He dropped the birds on the ground and surveyed the scene before him. The unmistakable scent of rampant sex lingered in the air, teasing at his nares. "I don't believe you two!" he snapped, the edges of his beak clacking together adding emphasis to his displeasure. "I go out in the rain and hunt, and you hang around here screwing around! I bet you had a lot more fun than I did." He picked up one of the birds - which looked to be some variety of quail - and waved it around with one claw. "You know how hard it was to get even these small things? Took me bloody ages, and all the while I was almost drowning in all that rain!" He suddenly threw the bird at Gregin, fetching him a glancing blow on the shoulder.

Gregin yelped and winced, caught out by the sudden throw. This was a side of Tarin that he'd rarely had occasion to see. He stared with wide eyes, half getting to his feet.

"Don't bother getting up," Tarin growled, turning around and stalking out, back into the rain. "I'm going out for a while. Dunno when I'll be back." He cast a look back over his shoulder, then launched himself into the air, labouring to lift his waterlogged body skyward.

Aside from the rain, total silence reigned for a minute or so after Tarin's departure. "I think you've been taking him for granted," murmured Sherman. "He seems to do a lot for you, but you don't give much back."

Gregin ground the edges of his beak together. "I think you're right," he eventually replied with a heavy sigh. "I almost never see him so mad. It could just be because we were dry and having fun, while he was out getting saturated and having to work to feed us, and he feels slighted because of it." He lay his head down upon his crossed forelegs and sighed again. "I'll have to make it up to him somehow."

Sherman nodded and moved closer to Gregin, sitting beside him and stroking down over his soft feathers and fur. "Indeed. Maybe I should leave you alone to think things over."

"Might be a good idea. Maybe it's the company he objects to as well."

The dragon nodded again and got to his feet. "Well, you know where to find me if you want to talk further." He took a few steps, then stopped to look back. "Don't leave it too long."

Gregin nodded. "I won't. If he comes back today, I'll talk to him, otherwise... I guess I'll go looking for him. I think I know where he might have gone."

"All right. I'll leave you to your thoughts, then." Sherman turned and wandered out into the rain.

The gryphon watched as the dragon bunched himself up then pushed himself up, extending his wings and propelling himself quickly out of sight with powerful sweeps of his wings. He then settled down to do some thinking, half closing his eyes as he laid his head down again.