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The cold morning air lashed harshly against the trees, the unwelcoming echo of the better chill reverberating around the eardrums of a young man who pushed his way through the dense undergrowth. The sword at his waist was coated with small icicles; his lips almost frozen together, his arms heavy with the strain of battling the harsh elements. Trey Varen was not to be deterred by the unforgiving weather, however; he had come too far to turn back now. The bow slung across his back had not tasted the flesh of the hunt, and he would not return to his people without something to show for his troubles. After all, he was tired of living in the town with the uptight residents... its was much more liberating to be out here, in the challenging environment the wilds presented to him.

"Ouch!" he barked out in pain as his leg scraped against a sharp fallen tree branch.

Looking down he saw a line of red tracing through his skin, trickling down his leg. Almost instantly the blood stopped flowing, and he knew it had been frozen solid. Wary of the sheer danger he could be in, he progressed onwards towards a shadowy mountain in the distance, where he could be sure to find some shelter and perhaps even a shot at some unfortunate game. Gripping his bow tightly he leapt over another fallen branch, the forest providing no protection against the violent winds and the chill that accompanied it. If he stopped moving he would find himself dead; that was something of which he was very sure. Minutes felt like hours as he fought through the last mile to the mountain, the strong gusts hampering his progress as each laboured step left him feeling even more exhausted than the last. Still, his choices were limited: he had to move forward, or stop moving for what would be a very long time.

Almost an hour later he found himself in sight of a rather welcoming -looking cliff-face. With his remaining energy he sprinted towards it, the cold lashing at his body in retaliation, as if willing to keep him in the forest. Upon reaching the cliff-face he pressed himself up into a small alcove, sighing almost immediately as he felt a reprieve from the bitter winds.

"Finally," he huffed, drawing his cloak around him tighter and withdrawing his finger back inside its fabric protection. He huddled himself together, watching the storm continue to rage just beyond his position, safe from its potentially lethal gaze. He allowed his sword and bow to be parted from his body; the cold sheath was not pleasant to have pressed against his side. Placing them down gently he prepared himself to wait the storm out, knowing that such horrendous weather would not last particularly long.

He smiled to himself, his breath turning to mist in the air as he thought about his activities to come. Once the storm had cleared, he knew many of the animals who had taken shelter in the area would be also heading out from their hiding places to hunt, forage and feed. This would be the time when he had his best chance of bagging a good mountain animal to dine upon. If he couldn't catch anything... well, it would be a struggle to survive being as far from his village as he was. For now, all he could do would be to wait and see what happened. Trey found himself feeling a little tired, and decided that he would catch some sleep so he would be reinvigorated when the storm had passed him over. Reaching into his cloak he picked up a special device he had obtained for this exact situation; a small round timer that one of the more educated men in town had crafted. He wasn't sure how it worked, but he knew it was of great help to him.

He turned the small knob on the side, like he had been shown, and he could hear soft ticks coming from inside its wooden frame. He knew the further he turned the knob, the longer it would count down before making a loud noise. Once it had been set into position for three hours, he placed his cloak down over him, lying down on the tough grass he had gotten so used to sleeping on over the past few years of exploring the surrounding forests. Closing his eyes, he managed to drift into a rather chilly sleep, but one that would not leave him frozen solid due to the welcome protection of the small shelter he had found.

***

PING!!!

The loud noise erupted from the little device, waking up Trey almost instantly and causing his head to collide with the stone alcove roof.

"Ouch!" he exclaimed, rubbing his forehead from the impact. Now he was definitely awake, that was for sure. Remembering that he had to make use of the time he had, he looked around to see the storm had dissipated, leaving a rather battered forest in its wake. Now was the perfect time to do a little hunting, and as he picked up his timer and slung his bow over his back, he felt reinvigorated.

"A little rest definitely feels great," he yawned, stretching his arms and making his way out from the small shelter. He brushed off his cloak and slipped his arms back through it, the added warmth and extra bonus to the sun which now slipped through the mountain peaks.

Using that sun, he located north and began his slow, measured journey into the deeper regions of the forest; this would be where the best game could be found lurking. A few hours passed as he worked his way through the challenging terrain, his mind focused on the signs of a potential catch opportunity. His hand remained firmly on his sword-hilt; often enough predators could become prey in a forest such as this, and his bow would be useless against a lunging forest tiger or angry bear. Almost two hours into his search, he came across the tell-tale signs of what looked to be lion tracks. Being the strange forest that it was, Trey wasn't surprised that lions were around in the current season. Hell, he'd found a crocodile once, that had been a fair surprise. Still, it was rare to see the mountain lions ever come down further than the mountains themselves, let alone into the forest. Still, the idea of being able to finally fill his belly left him rather eager to find it.

He looked down at the tracks, attempting to pinpoint the direction in which they had travelled. He realised with a degree of confusion that there were tears in the tracks, almost as if someone had taken to them with a blade.

"Hmmm," he mused, wondering what could cause the small shreds in the lion's tracks. With a small shrug he looked in the direction they had trailed off towards and decided to follow it anyway. He would find out the cause of the marks once he had hunted it down. Stepping over the tracks he began to follow them, his sword-hand now very alert to the possibility of being attacked. After all, lions were not known to be friendly, and could easily kill him with one decent blow. He picked up his pace a little, in order to close the distance between the pair. Today the mighty predator would become his prey; such was the way of the forest.

Minutes passed as he followed the tracks towards their owner, the sounds of the forest echoing around him as various animals returned from wherever they had been hiding during the fierce storm. He could tell he was close; the tracks were relatively fresh and still contained those strange markings within them.

"Must have something stuck in its foot," he noted to himself, hoping that it would be something that had impaired its ability to flee. Yet... the lack of blood meant that it was either an old wound or it wasn't a wound at all. His curiosity piqued, the young hunter set off in search of his potential dinner. Spurred on by his own hunger, he made his way swiftly through the leafy trees, looking for any sign of the lion that he was pursuing.

"Gotta be around here somewhere," he muttered under his breath, his pace increasing.

Suddenly, he froze: a movement to his side had alerted him to the presence of something nearby. Turning his head he crouched instinctually, his eyes narrowing in focused attention as a twinge of golden brown fur because visible through the thick, leafy foliage. He couldn't get a clear view of the lion, but the fur gave it away instantly.

Not so camouflaged out of the mountains, are you, Trey thought to himself with amusement as he silently removed his bow from his back and reached for his quiver. Notching an arrow, he pulled the string back with a powerful arm born of many years practise. He wouldn't miss at this range, and so long as the beast didn't move, he would have no trouble finishing it off in seconds. He aimed through the bushes, a small gap between the leaves providing the space he needed to get the arrow off in such a confined forest space. It wasn't optimal, but he would still hit it with ease.

With a focused expression he waited until it felt right, and with a sharp twang of the strings released the arrow. The arrow flew swift and true, piercing the lion with a lethal-sounding thud. Suddenly, a loud, terrible screech echoed throughout the forest, and everything around the area went silent.

A... screech? Trey jumped up, confused, and threw his bow back over his back. Drawing his sword he held it warily in front of him. No lion should make a noise like that, and he knew that something had gone amiss. He went around the bushes, around a tree, and looked down at the ground where he thought the lion should have been located.

"What the... what... the..." he stopped dead, his voice taken from his mouth as his eyes observed what he had shot. It took him a moment for his mind to believe what his eyes were witnessing, but after a few moments his senses finally returned and his mouth fell agape in pure shock.

Lying on the ground before him - an arrow sticking from its chest - lay a large, muscular gryphon. Golden-brown fur ran down its chest and body, coating it in a lion-esque shade of colour, its wings, neck and back flushed with a vibrant array of similarly coloured feathers. It's front claws were much like those of an eagle; sharp and dangerous, and its hind paws were akin to a lion's. He could tell from its body that it was very fit, and very muscular; a gryphon through and through. Yet... how could one exist? He had merely though of them to be wives tales, children's stories, not... well, real. After his initial shock at seeing a gryphon had somewhat subsided, the secondary wave of thoughts suddenly kicked in within his mind.

"Shit," he swore aloud, the arrow protruding from its side bringing him back to reality. No matter how hungry he was, there was no way in hell he would allow a mythical creature like this to die.

"Damn it," he cursed himself, moving forward cautiously. He had never even thought that it could be anything other than a lion, and he felt immense worry that he would somehow cause a lot of problems if he had killed a gryphon. Many rumours surrounding their existence pointed to many things: to some, they were the mounts of the gods, to others; sentient, intelligent creatures capable of many things. Not wanting to risk any of these legends being a reality in the same way the gryphon itself had, he approached the fallen creature to help remove the arrow from its chest. He paused hesitantly; he wasn't sure whether it could be violent, or dangerous to him in some way. He didn't want to remove the arrow and have the avian turn and take his head off with those very lethal-looking claws. On closer inspection he saw that the mighty creature was looking at him almost curiously, as if wondering what he was doing there.

"I'm so sorry..." he mumbled apologetically, hoping he hadn't mortally wounded the legendary creature. Kneeling down next to it he held his hand back apprehensively. The gryphon looked at him with a pained expression, and as he looked at the arrow protruding from its chest he knew it was in serious trouble.

"I'm going to help you," he said quietly, as if somehow hoping it could understand him, "please don't attack me." He had no idea if it was because the avian understood his words or whether it was simply too injured to care, but it lay back on its side as if to let him proceed. Trey was scared; both for the consequences of finding the gryphon and the chance that he had killed it. Why couldn't it have just been a lion after all, then it wouldn't have been such a problem? He looked down at the wound, realising that if he had been just a little deeper it would have been instantly fatal.

Being honest with himself, Trey was intimidated by the powerful body that lay before him. The gryphon was clearly young, as far as he could tell having never seen one before. Despite the wound, its body was easily stronger than his own, and could prove to be a formidable opponent if it decided to attack. It was much bigger than a standard lion, too; another half as big again as the regular mountain lion. Gathering his courage he reached his hand out and gently placed it on the gryphon's side. A spark of exhilarated nervousness shot through him as the fur came into contact with his skin. His eyes widened at the sheer quality of the fur: lush, soft and wondrous to the touch. He did not focus on this at the present time, however, his eyes checking the gryphon's expression to ensure that it would not turn hostile against him. Looking at the arrow wound he sighed, and small, laboured breaths from the avian ensured he knew that it was fighting for its life.

Reaching into his cloak he pulled out some medical supplies, what little he actually had at any rate. He always brought along some basic first aid in case of common injuries or snake bites, but did not have more than that.

"I hope this is enough," he muttered under his breath as he removed a few of the items from the first aid pouch. Travelling light meant that he carried little more than his weapons and a few various bits and piece in his cloak. It was something he had grown accustomed to in order to hunt effectively, but he hadn't ever expected to shoot what could be a holy creature. He set to work without delay, removing the arrow with surgical precision, all the while ensuring that blood loss was kept to a minimum. He was not a doctor, but had basic survival skills which he hoped would be sufficient to keep this creature alive.

Ten minutes later he sat back, wiping his brow as he inspected his handiwork. With a start he realised the gryphon was not conscious, which explained its lack of noise halfway through the extraction. He knew he had almost pierced its heart, and he was relieved that his aim had been slightly off.

"I hope I'm not forever damned for this," he said to himself, hoping that the legends were false. Still... even if they were, he was curious more than anything. He hadn't believed they could exist, and now that he had seen one, he wanted to find out more. He wondered if there were more of them, or if this was a one-off impossible encounter. Looking around the forest he saw no immediate signs of danger, but this was certainly no place to let the gryphon rest.

"Damn," Trey sighed as he realised he would have to carry it.

Approaching the fallen beast he slowly leveraged its' limp body, hoisting it over his shoulders. To his surprise, despite its large size, it only weighed as much as a standard lion. That still wasn't light, by any stretch of the imagination. He growled as he lifted the huge mass onto his shoulders, his knees feeling weak with the strain, but he was determined to find shelter. Heading back towards the mountain, he hoped that he would find some cave or shelter within the next mile before he couldn't carry it any further.

"Why do you have to be so heavy?" he asked rhetorically, taking his first few steps to seek shelter. He only hoped his simple patch-up would be enough to save the creature he had so nearly avoided killing, for now.

***

Almost fifteen minutes later he had some luck. Arriving at a rocky outcrop, he saw that there were remnants of a bear cave from seasons past. Checking to ensure no angry bears might still be in residence, he carried the gryphon forwards and placed it down with a loud grunt of exertion on the rocky ground. He felt very tired from carrying such a heavy weight, and slumped down next to the gryphon. Taking a few moments to catch his breath, he looked back over the avian's body, hoping to see that it was okay. The wound had stopped bleeding due to his patch-up job, but he wasn't sure how well the gryphon's insides could heal themselves. He only hoped that the stories of their regeneration abilities were true, although that would probably mean all the other stories were true as well, which scared him.

Unsure of what to do, he simply sat back and muttered, "I hope you're alright."

For some reason he felt protective of this creature, despite his hunger he knew that he could never even consider eating it like he would any other catch. Something about it made him know that it was a creature to be respected and revered, not a simple animal at all. Still... it needed to survive this wound first before he could see what it wanted.

Feeling a sudden urge he reached out once more, his hand touching the lush fur and a smile coming to his face. The thought that it would fetch an impossibly high price as a rug or garment came to mind, but he dismissed the thought instantly. He removed his hand, not wanting to invade the creature's privacy without its permission. He chuckled to himself as he realised he was thinking of asking a gryphon for permission, when it occurred to him that he really wasn't sure if it was sentient or not...

"It's a possibility," he considered, taking the legends into consideration. He looked over the unconscious form beside him and sighed, taking some time to get a true view of its features. The golden brown fur and feathers coated its body in a luxurious colour, contrasting with its deep brown claws and beak. Razor-sharp claws protruded from its front legs, and he knew that these were the explanation behind the shredded tracks he had found while chasing it. On closer inspection, powerful muscles rippled beneath the smooth fur, toned and bulky; this was one fit creature indeed. He knew that if it decided to turn on him when it woke, only luck would save him front the dangerously lethal body of this avian. The wings themselves were folded in, but would be quite wide when extended, and coated in the same soft feathers as the gryphon's back. All in all, this was one very impressive hybrid.

Time passed slowly, he lost track of time as he worried for the health of the gryphon. A few times it stirred but didn't wake, and Trey grew more and more concerned. After a good few hours had past, he looked down to see the avian's eyes slowly open. He became alert instantly; now he may find out whether it was safe or not. He watched warily as the gryphon looked up at him, still feeling too weak to move properly. Trey's eyes widened as the met with the avian's own deep, blue eyes; they were a striking contrast to the golden-brown fur and spoke a great deal about the hybrid's intelligence. A moment of silence passed between the two before the gryphon looked away again, breathing a pained breath as its body struggled to overcome the near-fatal injury.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered in honest apology, "I had no idea that you were... I mean, I didn't mean to... to shoot you."

The gryphon's head slowly turned back towards him, and he suddenly realised that it had understood what he had said.

"No way..." he murmured quietly, the gryphon staring at him with a strong intelligence behind those crystal blue eyes. The legends had been true; gryphons could definitely understand human speech. He leant forward and the gryphon hissed slightly, as if warning him not to come any closer. Trey froze, fearful of incurring the avian's anger, but the gryphon settled once he wasn't making any sudden movements towards it. The gryphon obviously understood that he was the one who had injured it, but was confused as to why he was still there.

"I didn't mean to," he tried explaining, feeling somewhat foolish, "I carried you here and took care of your wound, I'm truly sorry. Please forgive me."

A period of silence passed as the creature scrutinized him, still breathing heavily in pain. As if deciding it was acceptable, the gryphon looked away again and laid its head back down, conserving energy. Trey breathed a sigh of relief; it had seemed to understand that he was not a threat. Still, there was no telling what it might do. His first thought was to leave, but he knew that he couldn't leave the creature alone in such a condition, despite the fact he may be in danger from it if he stayed. He wasn't entirely sure how much of his speech the gryphon could understand, but he knew that it did understand some of it... somehow. With a sigh he sat back against the rocky wall, feeling the cool air wash over his body. Drawing his cloak tighter, he tried to get some rest himself; he would need it for when the gryphon recovered. He wasn't sure how well he would be able to sleep while worrying so much for the hybrid, but he would try nonetheless.

***

When Trey's eyes opened once more, he found himself feeling quite refreshed. The sudden realisation that he had been asleep for much longer than he had intended make him rather alert. Sitting up, he wiped his eyes and looked out at the sky, the cool blue clouds showing him that he had slept through the night, which was most surprising.

"Must've been all the effort," he muttered to himself, his muscles feeling loose and tender from the exertion of carrying the gryphon.

The gryphon!

Trey looked around wildly, his heart pounding as he noticed it wasn't in sight. Somehow it had been taken - or had left - while he had been asleep. He stood up, feeling his knees complain a little at the sudden movement, and stepped out from the sheltered area.

He looked around quickly to see if there were any signs of the mythical creature nearby, but he couldn't see anything but trees.

"Damn," he sighed, then noticed some tracks on the ground. With a small frown he consider the possibility that it had just up and left, but that would have meant that it had recovered very, very quickly. He noted to himself that it was a legendary beast, and possibly had the ability to recover from injuries much quicker than a normal creature. Still, he was disappointed that he hadn't even gotten to say goodbye to it, after all, he felt somewhat responsible for its wellbeing.

"Probably for the best," he told himself unhappily, "after all, I probably wasn't meant to find it anyway." He looked back down at his cloak, reaching down to get everything organised before he set off back towards home.

He was about to pick up his bow when a noise behind him made him jump. Whirling around he found himself staring at the gryphon he had rescued, his jaw dropping slightly in surprise. It appeared perfectly healthy; any traces of its previous injuries were either completely gone, or the avian was good at hiding them. Trey felt a spark of fear; this creature knew he had injured it, and was in a position where he was unarmed and could be easily killed by the powerful beast. A moment of silence passed between the two, neither moving an inch, before the gryphon took a small step forwards. Trey froze, hoping desperately that it wouldn't attack, but his fears were allayed as the creature moved towards him slowly. He figured that if it planned to fight him, it wouldn't have done so at a leisurely pace. He watched as it came within a few feet of him, wondering exactly what it was thinking as it looked him up and down.

Then, much to his surprise, the gryphon took a step back and sat down on its haunches, still looking at him with a curious gaze. Trey breathed out slowly, releasing his apprehension in one long, drawn out breath. A few moments passed silently, both parties staring at each other with intrigued expressions.

"Hello?" Trey asked awkwardly, as if expecting that it would be able to talk. He was met with a cool stare, and couldn't be sure if the gryphon had understood what he had said. He reached out with his hand, hoping that the avian would understand that he had peaceful intentions. It looked at his outstretched arm for a moment, as if deciding whether to trust his motives, but slowly the gryphon stood and walked towards him. He could feel his breath catch as the mass of fur and feathers stopped mere inches from his arm, and remained motionless as it leant forward to smell his hand.

Feeling a surge of courage come to him he leant forward himself and with a slow, gentle motion, brushed his fingers against the creature's beak. The gryphon didn't move as his fingertips came into contact with its beak, watching him intently as he felt the cool, smooth surface under his touch. It was electrifying, to know he was touching such a legendary creature while it was awake and allowing him to do so. He removed his hand slowly and the gryphon looked at him with a softer expression, as if accepting the fact that he was a friend, not a foe.

"You can understand me, can't you?" he inquired finally, and the gryphon nodded slowly. He gasped as he saw the creature's head move up and down, confirming his suspicions.

"Well damn, how about that," he muttered to himself, sitting back against the rock, unsure of what to make of his discovery.

The gryphon walked closer and sat down next to him, looking up at him with a silent expression.

"You can understand me but you can't reply?" he asked rhetorically, placing his chin on his palms. Another nod. He sighed and looked to his side, seeing the majestic golden-brown fur and smiling a little.

"I'm sorry for hurting you," he apologised once more, "is there anything I can do to make up for it? I don't even know what your purpose here is." The avian almost seemed to chuckle and it walked forwards a little towards the forest. For a moment Trey feared it was about to run off, but it turned back and looked at him with a somewhat happy expression.

"Okay then..." Trey mused, "let me guess... you were out hunting?" The gryphon shook its head lightly, and he touched a thumb to his chin.

"How about... exploring?" He gauged the gryphon's reply through its actions.

"No? Alright, playing? Nope? Looking for another gryphon? Not really? Are there any other gryphons?" His casual remark cause the avian to look down, and he suddenly realised he had hit a touchy subject. He let out a soft breath as the realisation came to him that he may be speaking to the only actual gryphon in existence.

"Are you alone?" he whispered, as if trying to sense out the hybrid's feelings, and he was met with a slow, pained nod. He felt a twinge of pity for the majestic beast; it did not have any others of its' species to keep it company. The gryphon looked down and he could have almost sworn it was crying silently. Almost instinctively he moved forward and knelt down next to it, stunned by the sudden revelation. He didn't even know what to do nor say; how often did you find a gryphon after all?

The avian turned to look at him, and he waited to see what it would do.

"If you don't have anyone else, you could stay with me for a while. I don't have to go back into town for a bit." He felt foolish, but he didn't want to leave the gryphon on its own after finding out it was the only one. Being honest with himself, he also was eager to find out more about such a rare and wondrous being. The hybrid looked at him with a strange tilt of its head before letting out a happy chirp and pressing its beak against his lap. Trey was surprised by the friendly gesture, and feeling unsure of how to react simply rubbed its ear in return, pleased by the turn of events.

"You're pretty nice" he noted finally as the gryphon withdrew its head, looking up at him with large, open eyes. Looking into them he could see the eagerness for his company present, knowing that this was a creature that had been alone for quite a long time.

"Well," he said eventually, "I'm happy to stay here as long as you want. I'm not sure what gryphons do to pass the time, but anything is better than returning 'home'". The gryphon nodded, and he still felt rather surprised at the fact that it could understand him clearly. It felt awkward that it couldn't speak back, but he knew that it understood him well enough to react appropriately.

"So what is it that you want to do?" he asked, looking around the area to find somewhere to go. The avian clawed the ground idly, as if trying to indicate that it wanted to tell him something.

"What is it?" he asked finally when he caught the gryphon's attention-seeking antics, and he was shocked when he found himself lifted off his feet and tackled into the ground by the beast's larger frame. At first he panicked; he thought it had suddenly changed its mind, but then he saw that the razor-sharp claws had deliberately been kept away from his body.

"What's you game?" he asked with a short smile, and the gryphon purred happily like the lion from which it was derived.

"You want to play?" he realised finally, and the gryphon nodded. Sensing his chance he gripped the gryphon's large forelegs and pushed roughly, sending the hybrid backwards in surprise. All traces of its previously life-threatening injury were gone as it sprung up rapidly, taking off with one large push of its immense wings.

"Crap," Trey muttered as he realised he was 'just a little' outmanoeuvred, the gryphon flying around his head at breakneck speed. He was fairly stunned by its speed; he could barely see it at all as it looped around the trees. Suddenly it was behind him, and as he turned he felt himself once more on the ground, pinned by those mighty claws.

A moment of silence passed between them, the gryphon's heavy bulk pressing down on his body with an imposing weight. Trey didn't know why, but a flush of heat ran to his cheeks, as if he was embarrassed about something. The avian stared at him with cool, intelligent eyes, as if noticing his sudden discomfort. Stepping off his body, the gryphon allowed him to sit upright, still making unusual eye contact with him. The gryphon stared at him intently, before slowly sitting down in front of him. Trey wasn't sure what had just happened, but he looked down and noticed that the front of his pants was protruding slightly. His cheeks flushed a bright red as he realised what had happened, and he looks at the gryphon with a clearly embarrassed expression.

"Sorry," he quickly explained, "I just... it was just the... don't worry... that wasn't supposed to happen."

The gryphon continued to stare at him with a curious gaze, and he wished that it would have just looked away for at least a moment. He broke eye contact himself and looked towards the ground, hoping that he could regain some dignity.

What he didn't expect, however, was for a large claw to push him down onto the ground. He looked up to see the avian standing over him, a strange look in its eyes.

"Hey..." he started worriedly, "game's over, right?" The hybrid looked him over with a brief flash of its eyes, before slowly locking them on to where the bulge had been in his pants. Realising the gryphon was staring at him down 'there', he immediately attempted to direct the focus elsewhere.

"Come on now," he said, "that's enough, you can hop off now." He got a little uncomfortable when the gryphon did just the opposite, standing over him on the soft ground with a focused expression.

For a moment Trey felt rather insecure; the gryphon was easily more powerful than him, and it could literally do whatever it wanted with him, regardless of whether it could understand him or not. Suddenly, he felt the gryphon's beak pressing against his pants, and he looked down in surprise. "Whoa!" he exclaimed swiftly, "I don't think we're quite that close, time for you to hop off now." He had meant it as a joke, thinking that the gryphon was only curious as to what was behind the fabric. After a moment, however, his smile turned to a look of apprehension as he realised that the avian already knew exactly what was hidden.

"Hey..." he said again, this time more concerned, "that's not for you to be touching, I'm awaiting myself a fine young maiden to charm." He forced a smile, but the sudden, piercing gaze he received in return from the beast was enough to make him fall silent for a moment.

With a long pause, the hybrid contemplated something inside its mind, Trey watching uncomfortably as the cogs turned in the creature's head. Looking back down at the human beneath its large claws, the gryphon almost seemed to somehow smile mischievously.

"Uh..." Trey muttered worriedly, "what are you... planning?" His question was answered rather abruptly by the gryphon slowly placing a claw on the rim of his pants, slipping one of the lethal talons under the waistband and giving Trey an intense stare. Realised what the crafty avian was planning; he suddenly found his voice again.

"Wait a minute," he said loudly, "what the hell are you doing? I'm... what are you doing... WAIT!" His words were cut off as the gryphon pulled harshly with its talon, the pants torn from his body in one extremely powerful slash.

The intimidating show of power from the hybrid caused Trey to pause, but only for a moment.

"Hey, let me go," he demanded, struggling roughly again the powerful claw which pinned him down. No matter how hard he tried, he could not find the strength to lift the beast from his body. After a brief moment he stopped struggling, and his cheeks burned bright red as he realised that he was stark naked from the waist down. He reached down to try and cover himself up but found the gryphon blocking his movement, his mind slowly comprehending exactly what was happening to him.

Oh lord,_he realised, _I'm being raped by a gryphon... somehow. He was forced to watch, pinned inescapably, as the gryphon's head slowly approached his maleness. It had long since gone flaccid from the struggle; he had only gotten hard from the pressure against his body earlier, somehow he considered the possibility the gryphon had considered it to be his arousal.

"Please... stop," he pleaded finally, "I don't want you to do... whatever it is that you're doing. I'm a human, you're a gryphon, this is so wrong, please get off me." The avian looked up and into his eyes, a look of hurt in the clear, piercing gaze.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, feeling bad, "but it's not something we can just do. It's not right, you're not even human." Looking him over, the avian gave him a look which said 'well, why not'? Suddenly coming to terms with the fact that he was probably not going to get out of this, Trey lay back against the stone and prayed that the gryphon would at least be careful while it was sating its burning curiosity. He could feel the warm breath of the hybrid against his member, and it made him shudder unintentionally. The avian continued to 'inspect' his package with great interest, and he simply allowed it to do as it pleased, unable to otherwise resist.

He watched curiously as the gryphon inhaled, no doubt using its extreme sense of smell to examine him further. He could only hope that it would decide to move away once it had determined that there was nothing interesting for it there. Much to the contrary, however, the gryphon seemed to be more excited by the odours it was detecting.

"Do I smell funny?" Trey managed to somehow joke despite the situation, and the gryphon looked at him with a tilted head. Then, lowering its gaze, the avian opened its beak wide over his soft member, and Trey instantly clenched his fists as fear of being bitten 'down there' overwhelmed him. He was close to lashing out at the hybrid with all his might when he felt something that he had never expected. Looking down at his groin, he watched in stunned silence as the gryphon's large, warm tongue slid across his flaccid shaft, leaving a trail of moist saliva in its wake.

Trey's mind went into a spin; the gryphon wasn't trying to bite him, it was trying to give him... oral? It was confirmed as the gryphon pushed him down firmly, its large tongue slowly working its way over the side of his still-soft manhood repeatedly. Unable to comprehend what was happening, Trey could only watch in shock as he was teased by the oral organ of the gryphon on top of him.

"Please," he tried finally, finding his voice, "it's not right, you can't do..." He found himself silenced as the gryphon slowly worked its way down, curling that impressive tongue around the base of his shaft before moving even further to pay attention to his fleshy sack beneath. Although he couldn't bring himself to admit it, it felt highly pleasurable, and against his will his body was responding in kind, his erection forming slowly from the stimulation being provided. The gryphon was certainly not afraid of getting in deep, the thick tongue working its way over every inch of his exposed genitalia.

"Aahh," he gasped in involuntary response to the gryphon's actions, his manhood now completely erect as the warm tongue slowly worked its way into every last bit of his shaft. The warm breath and slick tongue combined made him moan in uncontrolled pleasure as his cock was treated to a sumptuous massage by the stoic avian. The gryphon continued this for a while, exploring his human member with an eager pace, slowly bobbing its head and creating a friction he hadn't believed he could enjoy so much. His mind had betrayed him now; he had given in to the pleasure of the moment, and lay back to watch the intriguing show he was being forced somewhat to participate in. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, yet now if felt like something he had been waiting for his entire life and hadn't even realised it. It was... amazing, to say the least. He slowly moved his hips a little, moving in time to the beast's beak as it worked to please him.

A minute later he was beginning to wonder if he could hold out any longer. The warm, sloppy oral he was receiving had left a large amount of avian saliva over his genitals, and he knew that if the gryphon did not stop, a quantity of semen would soon be added to it.

"Hey," he spoke softly, "if you don't stop I'm going to shoot." A cool set of eyes met his own, and he suddenly knew that the creature had no intention of stopping.

Well damn,_he thought, _it swallows. The thought alone drove him to the edge, and a moment later he came, his warm seed spurting into the gryphon's eager maw. It was possibly the best orgasm of his life as his emptied his balls into the warmth surrounding his overstimulated cock. A few seconds later he was done, and the avian swallowed with an audible gulp. He lay back, his mind in a spin after what had happened.

_I just got head from a gryphon!_he though wildly, unable to comprehend what had happened. He looked at the beast, which had sat back on its haunches, looking at him through piercing eyes.

"Thanks," he muttered finally, and he could see a gleam appear in the gryphon's expression. Trey sighed in satisfaction as he revelled in the feelings he had been shown just moments before. The avian approached him slowly, and slowly nuzzled his arm, and he responded by patting it on the beak.

"You're a good girl," he whispered, "a bit naughty though." Suddenly, he winced as the gryphon bit his forearm softly, causing him to sit up in surprise.

"What was that for?" he asked, rubbing his arm, "I was just making a joke." Again the gryphon shook its head, and Trey wondered what he had done.

He got his answer, and not in a way he had been expecting. The beast quickly pushed him back against the stone with a powerful claw, and then slowly straddled his body. In one swift motion, the hybrid lifted its right hind leg, exposing itself to the human. Trey's jaw fell agape, and he realised the mistake he had made all along; the gryphon was not a she. A large set of furry testicles hung beneath the creature's rear, offset by the thick sheath which emerged from between them. Trey's breath caught in his throat as his suddenly came to another realisation: I've just gotten head from another male! He suddenly tried to move back, but the gryphon held him in place with its lethally sharp claws.

"Wait," he said worriedly, "I'm not like that, okay? Sure, it felt nice, but I'm destined for a lady!" The avian stared at him with a blank expression, as if saying 'why not me'?

The feral musk emanating from the hybrid's package was making Trey lightheaded, and he found himself struggling to deny that he found the scent intoxicating.

"Please release me," he asked politely, "I don't have any desire to do anything like that." His words seemed to have little effect, and Trey sighed, his eyes slowly wandering back to the rather imposing sight before him. The gryphon's large orbs made his seem small in comparison, and as such he wondered just how well-endowed the beast was. He shook his head at the thought, but inhaled more of that thick, musky smell. Why did he feel like he owed a favour to the horny creature for the previous oral he had received?

"Fine," he growled, "just this once, alright, and you'd better not go... telling anyone... if that's even possible, okay?"

A loud chirp of happiness lit up the gryphon's features, clearly happy with what he had heard. Trey sighed and the gryphon slowly released him, walking over to a more comfortable position and lying down on its side. Seeing no way of getting out of it, Trey quickly tried to put his mind at ease.

Nobody will know, and even so, it's just a favour for a very lonely creature. One time can't be a sin, besides, what's so bad about it anyway? It felt so good when the gryphon did it, maybe it's enjoyable to give as well as receive? How could I have gotten into this?

Kneeling down slowly he ran his hand through the lush, thick fur of the gryphon, trying to subdue his conflicting emotions as he worked up the nerve to satisfy the creature. Never once in his life would he have ever considered such a thing, yet now faced with the task, found himself torn between shameful reluctance and deep curiosity.

"Do I have to?" he muttered finally, and the gryphon nodded instantly. Sighing, he rubbed the avian's belly fur some more, finding the texture quite nice under his fingertips. The purring coming from the pleased beast showed that it was more than happy to let him continue. Finally his hands managed to work their way downwards, his mind slowly hoping that he had made the right choice. Responding to his movement, the gryphon lifted its hind leg slowly, once more revealing to him its impressive endowment. The large testicles were just as imposing, and he felt a spark of envy at the size.

"You're not finishing in my mouth,' he stated flatly, "okay?" Looking a little disappointed, the gryphon nodded, and watched him with clear, searching eyes. Trey did not want whatever excessive amount of spunk that was in those orbs to come anywhere near his mouth.

He slowly wrapped his fingers around the dormant sheath, the gryphon chirping in delight as the human handled his package. Trey felt almost foolish as he carefully gave it a gentle squeeze, his eyes opening wide as a pink tip emerged from the end of the sheath. Somehow curious to see just how much there was hiding in there, he massaged it a little more, the hybrid giving small noises of approval as the sheath began to swell under his hand. Trey slowly rubbed the sheath, coaxing out its contents, watching in captivation as inch after inch of moist, feral gryphon cock emerged. After a few moments his hand struggled to fit around the flesh, and he pulled back slightly, only to pull the sheath over a large bulge that he had felt forming under his palm. His expression froze as he saw a large, bulbous formation at the base of the shaft, and he wondered to himself why the gryphon's member was fashioned in such a way.

Ignorant to the human's mental goings-on, the hybrid relaxed casually, enjoying the feeling of getting attention in an area which had been unused for so long. His cock was now completely stiff, and Trey couldn't help but feel impressed by its fully engorged length.

"Wish I had one like that," he muttered, his hand still on the sheath. Gathering his courage he released the furry skin and raised his hand a little, his fingers tentatively wrapping around the warm shaft. The contact caused the gryphon to purr as he applied a little pressure, coaxing a bead of pre from the tip. He knew it was something he would have to put up with, regardless of whether he enjoyed it or not. Either way, he wanted to get it over with. He leant down slowly, getting into a better position so that the thick maleness was right in front of his face. At this distance, everything seemed so much bigger, and he was a little worried that it would be too much for him to handle.

Keeping his hand firmly around the bulbous knot at the base, he tilted it slightly towards his mouth and looked up at the gryphon, whose expression was a mixture of curiosity and eagerness.

"You really want this a lot, don't you?" he accused rhetorically, before turning his attentions back to the imposing avian organ before him. The odour did not help him feel any less awkward about what he was about to do; the pungent, musky smell of feral gryphon penis leaving the man feeling slightly uneasy as he realised that he found it quite indulgent. He took a deep breath, before slowly and cautiously giving the pointed head a fleeting, gentle lick. That alone caused the hybrid to shiver in anxious delight, and the bead of pre which had collected at the top was now resting on Trey's tongue. He swallowed it reflexively, noticing that it was not as bad as he had thought. Another soft lick followed, and then another... he had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing it nonetheless.

After a few small tastes of the sexual flesh of the avian, he came to the conclusion that it was not as disgusting as he thought it would be. He gave the knot another squeeze, and saw the gryphon lying back, allowing him to do as he pleased, cool eyes watching him intently.

At least he's thrilled, Trey thought mildly, before looking back down at the organ in his hand. At this rate, he wasn't going to give the beast much pleasure, so he knew that he would have to give it a bit more effort now that he was sort of comfortable with the idea, as absurd as that sounded. Small licks were fine, but taking that... whole thing into his mouth? With the knowledge that he had come too far already, he held the base firmly as he lowered his head and opened his lips, allowing the pointed phallus to slide into his mouth.

The instant his lips closed around that first inch of the gryphon's member, he could hear a satisfied chirp from the hybrid. He found himself sliding the whole head onto his tongue, wrapping it around and finally getting a proper taste and feel for it. He had expected to be unable to do it, or to back out, but something kept him from stopping. Running his tongue across the tapered end he could feel small, almost spiky little lumps on the end, something he knew humans did not possess. The beast certainly found them sensitive; as he rolled over them gently in his mouth sounds of pleasure could be heard from above his head. His initial impression of the flavour was improving with every second, and he found himself admitting unwillingly that it was quite a nice taste. He didn't want to admit to himself that it wasn't bad, as that would mean admitting that he was enjoying himself, something he wasn't quite ready to accept.

Regardless, he continued to massage the thick knot while exploring the tip of the stiff erection in his mouth, taking his time to ensure that he wasn't going to miss anything. Spurts of pre-seed were coating the inside of his mouth, and he swallowed occasionally, trying not to think about what it was sliding into his stomach as best he could. He was here to pleasure this beast and make sure it would let him leave peacefully, nothing more. Carefully, he eased a little further down the avian's member, two more inches joining the first inside of his mouth. The extra width made him open his lips a little wider, and he wondered if he would even be able to take half, let alone all, of the impressive organ. Somewhere along the past few minutes he realised that he was beginning to find this not so strange, and that fact worried him a little. He looked back up at the gryphon, which had stopped watching him and was merely lying back contentedly.

He attempted to create more suction, pressing the shaft between his tongue and the roof of his mouth while licking and sucking gently. Despite his reservations, he could no longer deny that it tasted good. His mouth was filled with a rich, potent flavour which stirred something deep within him, like a primal desire of sorts. Holding onto the knot securely he began to slide as much inside of his mouth as possible. The gryphon's heavy breathing was an indicator of his success, as he sought to please the mighty creature. Almost two thirds of the sizeable cock was buried inside his mouth now, coated in a slick mixture of avian pre-cum and human saliva. He gently eased back, sliding it out until he only had the pointed tip left inside, before pressing back down, slowly gathering a steady momentum. He had no experience in the area, but he knew that the action of a blowjob was supplemented by bobbing one's head up and down upon it.

A loud chirp of delight burst from the hybrid's beak as the human male gave him a proper oral treatment. Trey found it much easier to take, despite its size he could still maneuverer his tongue around the fleshy shaft, stimulating it in ways the gryphon had never experienced beforehand. The rich taste of feral avian cock was beginning to play with his mind, leaving him almost... craving more. He could feel each vein, each little ridge against his tongue as he worked his way up and down the meaty length, doing his best to return the amazing treatment he had been given previously. He didn't dare take any more, otherwise it would be sliding into his throat, but he was pleased with how much he had been able to take regardless.

Why does this feel so good, he wondered, having realised now his own hard erection was not simply a reaction, but a concession to the arousal he was feeling.

He could feel the gryphon's breathing increasing in pace, and became wary of the fact the beast could potentially climax at any time. His first thought was to avoid that, but as he continued to work the thick length in and out of his mouth, he wasn't quite so sure. He rather enjoyed the earthy, masculine taste of the cock against his tongue, and he was curious to know what else the beast had to offer.

_What have I become,_he wondered idly. He gripped the knot tight and continued his dedicated blowjob, sucking the avian's cock with a more eager pace. He could feel the pre dripping from the corners of his lips, and swallowed every now and then to prevent his mouth from filling with too much of the hybrid's natural lubricants. His fingers continued to apply light squeezes to the bulging knot, something he could tell caused this male a fair amount of pleasure.

After a few more minutes of this dutiful treatment, he noticed the gryphon was looking at him again. He should have taken it as a warning, or at least noticed, but his lack of attention for anything besides the warm, moist penis in his mouth left him unprepared for what would come next. He could feel a deep tremble from the hybrid, and a sudden powerful twitch as the creature came, suddenly and forcibly. He was visibly stunned as a thick, heated spurt of gryphon spunk splattered against the back of his throat. He coughed as rope after rope of sticky, creamy avian cum filled his mouth, coating every inch and spilling into his throat. He knew he should have expected it, but it did not stop Trey from pulling the pulsing cock from his mouth. The next spurt of warm ejaculate caught his directly in the middle of the eyes, and he quickly closed them to stop any from going in. He was shocked at the amount the beast could produce, gooey semen coating his chest, face and cock indiscriminately.

Once the mighty orgasm had finally stopped, he wiped his eyes to survey the aftermath. The taste was overpowering in his mouth, the thick sperm sliding into his stomach as he swallowed the load that had been so rapidly dumped into him. He knew the taste would not be leaving him anytime soon, and as he licked his lips reflexively he realised that it was... intensely pleasant.

"What have you done to me?" he asked with an awkward chuckle, seeing the white, creamy coating the front of his body had received, and the somewhat amused expression upon the gryphon's face. He went to wipe himself clean, and only succeeded in smearing the gloopy mess further over his body.

"This will never clean out," he sighed, and looked back up at the creature, which seemed to be chuckling. He gave it a look of annoyance, before smiling himself.

"Alright," he admitted, "that was pretty good. Don't expect it to become a regular thing though." The hybrid tilted its head, as if to ask 'why not'. He looked down, knowing he'd probably do it again if given the chance. He stood up slowly, looking down at the splashed of fresh seed on the ground, and wondered how exactly he was going to clean all of this up. He walked over to his cloak, and went to pick it up, bending over to grab it from off the floor. What he didn't expect, however, was a hefty claw to land on his back and force him to the ground. He was about to turn around and tell the gryphon he didn't quite feel like wrestling around, but was shocked to see the massive erection hanging between the hybrid's legs.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed suddenly, realising the gryphon's intentions, "we're NOT going to do that. The oral was a one-time deal only, I'm not going to... do this as well."

He felt the deadly claw land either side of his arms, and the lush belly fur pressing against his back, holding him in place. He couldn't believe that after what he had done the beast was still horny, let alone could sustain a second erection like that. A realisation that he had absolutely no way of escaping his on-all-fours position, and if he couldn't talk the creature out of it, would likely be mounted and bred like a common bitch in heat.

"Please," he tried, "I'm not ready for something like this. I was just helping you out, I can't do this with you, you're not a human, you're too big..." His pleas seemed to be lost on the horny avian as it pressed down against him securely, locking him in place. He could feel the wet, cum-coated shaft brushing against his left buttock, leaving a streak of warm gryphon essence against his rear.

"Come on," he begged, reasoning, "you're going to tear me in half."

Trey's last ditch call for a desist fell upon deaf ears as the gryphon's head slowly lowered until it was next to his. He looked sideways; only to feel the avian's tongue slowly lick against his cheek. It was a soft gesture, a tiny lick, but for some reason it had a profound effect on the human. Trey could feel his resistance melting, the soft lick, the luxurious fur, the musky scent of arousal, the aftertaste of fresh semen in his mouth...

He loves me, Trey thought finally, I've been claimed as his mate. That realisation humbled him a little, and he knew somehow that he was going to go along with this.

"Do it," he spoke finally, certainly, his mind finally seeing what he had been denying to himself, "I will be your mate." A chirp of approval from the powerful gryphon let him know that it understood, and was satisfied.

Despite his change of heart, Trey still prepared himself, as he knew it would be no easy task. He could feel his new mate shifting his body weight, the slimy cock attempting to locate his anal passage with little success, poking and prodding his rear, leaving it sticky and wet.

"Here," he muttered, reaching back and closing his palm around the shaft, lining it up with his virgin pucker. The young man was very nervous, unsure what to expect, but he would do it regardless. He was glad there was some leftover cum on the beast's member, as it would no doubt make the penetration easier. Once certain it was in position, the large hybrid tensed its haunches and pressed forward. Despite being aware and expecting the sudden intrusion, Trey released a loud gasp as his body found itself being filled with the thick length, half of the sizeable shaft embedded inside of his previously unexplored anal passage.

"Aaahhhh," he moaned, both in surprise and a little pain as he was stretched further than he could have ever imagined in his mind. He tried to move but the gryphon had him locked into place, and so he could only take every inch of the massive shaft being forced into him. Just when he thought his hole was going to split from the pressure, the avian stopped and simply remained still. He could tell that it was allowing him to adjust to the sensation, although he doubted he ever actually would with something this big.

"So much..." he grunted, feeling the warm, slimy organ inside of him. He couldn't tell at all how much he had taken, only that it felt like he had a vast majority of the stiff maleness within him. Once the pain had subsided, he could feel himself beginning to experience another sensation... one of desire, and lust.

"Go," he whispered, "take me." He didn't want the beast to stop, as he could already feel himself getting too accustomed to it, and he did not want his muscles to relax; that could hurt him even more. Heeding his words the gryphon slowly withdrew; a trail of cum coating his insides as he felt the massive length retreat. Despite having felt overly full from the intimidating member, as it left him he felt oddly empty, as if something had been taken from him that was not supposed to be. He could feel the rippling muscles against his back as his lover claimed him again, taking one deep thrust as it penetrated him for a second time. He cried out involuntarily in lust and pleasure as the ridged notches around the tip of the cock scraped against his internal walls, stimulating him beyond anything he could have considered to be possible. It felt so good, and he no longer found any reason to find what he was doing... wrong. How could anything this intimate be immoral?

A third thrust followed, joined by a fourth, and soon the gryphon was breeding him with a slow, methodical pace. He could feel every inch of the heated shaft as it worked away at his insides, lewd slops emanating from their union as their bodies joined in messy intercourse. Old cum dripped from his chest as they mated, the remnants of his blowjob now forgotten as he was taken by this majestic predator. His body adjusted to the invading member relatively quickly, the pain disappearing to be replaced by a deep, carnal desire to be fucked passionately by his newfound partner.

"Oh gods," he gasped, unable to contain his pleasure. Each powerful thrust left him breathless, the gryphon's balls slapping against his rear with each hard collision of fur and flesh. He had no doubts this time; he wanted to be filled, to have this beast seed him like a common female. Deep down, he knew that he would never be able to give up such a delightful treatment.

The gryphon was likewise pleased with his choice of mate. The warm, tight walls gripping and massaging his cock felt simply divine, and he knew that he would be content in his choice for the rest of his life. After all, a gryphon would only take one mate for life. This human was young, eager and very pleasurable, and as he buried his breeding organ deep into the man's bowels he was considering the fact that he might not last much longer. They had already been rutting passionately for many long minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were their heavy breathing and the squelching of their sloppy mating. No words needed to be said; their actions demonstrating their emotions. Trey had lost track of time anyway, the only thing he could concentrate upon was the feral claiming of his body by the dominant beast. He was not sure how much he had taken, but a sudden sensation caught him off guard.

He could feel something pressing against his rear, something more than the usual maleness ploughing his insides. He tried to look back but couldn't, and instead reached back with one hand to try and locate the source. With a start he realised it was that thick ball of flesh at the base of the avian's length, and his eyes opened with the realisation that he had taken the entirety of the impressive member into his body. Impressed as he was, he couldn't help but notice the great avian seemed to have no intentions of slowing down. He tried to clench a little harder, but was unable to properly do anything due to the sheer amount of stretching he was already doing to accommodate the girth within him.

"Not... too... much," he tried to grunt between deep breaths but he wasn't sure if his mate had heard him, or was ignoring him; nothing seemed to make any difference.

The rounded knot seemed to be trying to enter him, hitting his abused anal entrance repeatedly as the gryphon bred him with a rapid pace. The sounds of their union were loud and passionate, splatters of pre dripping from his stretched hole every time the large hybrid maleness retreated from his body. He simply clutched the gryphon's claws in lusty acceptance of his role as the beast's sexual release, trying to keep his head clear but only managing to think about the rough pounding he was receiving. He could feel the gryphon trembling with arousal and excitement, just like it had before its' previous climax, and Trey knew that he would take every last bit he could. What he wasn't prepared to take, however, was what happened next.

The mighty hybrid gripped his chest with its right claw, ensuring not to impale him, and pushed forward with one powerful thrust.

Trey released a loud cry of pain as the thick knot was forced into him, stretching him wider than he thought was naturally possible. He could do nothing to stop the oversized ball of flesh as it attempted to gain entry to him, inch by inch. He could feel the barbed tip poking deep into his bowels as he was stuffed full of horny gryphon cock, the creature attempting to give him everything it had.

Somehow, after the longest minute Trey had experienced in his life, he could feel a shift in balance as his overstretched pucker slowly slipped around the invading knot, tying the pair together. A loud gasp of relief escaped the human's mouth as the pain subsided, and a feeling of extreme fulfilment washed over him. The gryphon was not done, however; with a loud cry of pleasure at the new tightness surrounding its member, the beast came.

Despite having climaxed a short while ago, the gryphon did not disappoint. Trey grunted as he felt the first spurts of warm, sticky gryphon sperm filling his body, ropes of gooey seed coating his anal passage white with his mate's essence. He merely closed his eyes and allowed his lover to have his way, the thick cock throbbing as it emptied the contents of those two large orbs into his bowels. The orgasm continued for close to a minute, the thick knot keeping every last drop inside of him. There was no way anything could get around such a tight fit. The young human was a little worried when his belly slowly distended with the sheer volume of fertile gryphon cum being pumped into him, but as the climax tapered off he knew he wouldn't be in any danger. With an exhausted, content sigh, the pair collapsed in a heap, gryphon and human lying side by side, held together by the immovable knot buried deep within him.

Trey looked up and smiled at his mate, the gryphon licking him one again on the cheek before lying back, too tired to move. He felt his stomach with his hand, feeling the thick semen sliding around inside of him, providing him with a sense of happiness and satisfaction he had never felt before. No doubt he would stay with the beast now, as a friend and a lover.

"Thank you," he whispered, "I love you." A quiet chirp in reply made him smile, and he lay back, wondering if he would ever be able to get the massive knot out of him again. For now, however, he was content to simply snuggle in to the thick, luxurious fur and fall asleep.

Everything else would take care of itself.