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Kiðren woke slowly, his consciousness returning to him as if wading through molasses. He shifted position slightly, and opened his eyes just a little bit, enough to let in a hint of light. After a few seconds, he found that he could see nothing but darkness tinged with the promise of a dawn soon to arrive.

The gryphon opened his eyes fully, letting the available light flood in, revealing to him myriad shadows in the night-dark cave. He rolled carefully into an upright position, and turned to face the cave opening. It faced almost east, so every morning he was treated to the sight of the sun rising up from the distant horizon, illuminating his world with its warmth and light.

He clacked his beak quietly and moved silently to the entrance ledge, which was large enough for two lazy gryphons to sunbathe. Sitting on his haunches, he scanned the almost invisible line demarcating the boundary between ground and sky. Over several minutes it became clearer as the sun prepared to show itself.

The sky brightened imperceptibly, gradually coming to life with the soft pinks, oranges and yellows that always heralded the morning's approach. There were clouds about today, visible as substantial wisps limned in vivid shades of purple and magenta.

Morning was Kiðren's favourite part of the day. As he watched, he felt as if Nature was putting on a show, just for him. This morning, though, would be different. Today, he would share it with his daughter.

He turned and went back into the cave, going to the untidy pile of moss, ferns and assorted small branches that made up Dara's nest. She was nestled in tightly, curled around so that her tail was obscuring her face.

Kiðren stood watching for a time, letting her features become clearer as dawn approached. Her breathing was regular, with an occasional whistle through her nares. He lowered his head and nibbled at an exposed ear, causing the young gryphoness to try to bury her head deeper into her somewhat fluffy tail.

"Dara," he said in a whisper. "Dara, time to wake up."

"Nggrgh, what?" came the sleepy reply.

"Wake up. I want to show you something."

Dara lifted her head and blinked slightly rheumy eyes at her father. "Huh? It's still dark out."

"Yes, I know," Kiðren explained patiently, "but you'll never see it once it's light. Come on."

The gryphoness yawned widely and unfolded herself from her nest. She took her time waking up, stretching out each limb one at a time, easing out the kinks, while her father watched. "I think I'm as awake as I'm gonna get," she muttered, yawning again. "What is it that you just have to show me?"

Kiðren didn't answer, instead just returning to the ledge. He sat expectantly, waiting for Dara to join him. Once she had taken a place beside him, he spoke. "I wanted to show you that, Dara," he said, gesturing with a foreclaw at the horizon, which was now very visible in the crepuscular light.

Dara looked in the indicated direction. "I'm guessing the sunrise?"

"Of course. What else would there be to see at this time?" Kiðren responded. "Your mother and I used to come out every morning and watch the sun come up. Except, when it was raining," he added wryly. "After she passed, though, it wasn't the same." He stared into the distance, his voice sounding melancholy. "I missed having someone to share it with me." He turned his head and looked intently at his daughter. "Someone I loved very much, emotionally and... physically."

Dara met her father's gaze for a few seconds before she glanced away, looking uncomfortable. "You... you want to.... I mean...."

The elder gryphon nodded slowly. "You're old enough, and I know your first heat is almost upon you." His flexible beak curved slightly in a smile. "I'm sure you've been having some strong urges that you can't explain."

"Yeah, for the last few days," Dara admitted. "I've been wondering why I was feeling so weird, and... needy."

"That's your body telling you that it's ready for breeding. The first mating, however, can be a rough experience, and I'd hate to see you hurt and discouraged." He leaned closer and nuzzled his beak against Dara's. "I'm a gentle lover. I'm sure you've seen your mother and I making love when you were little." A little twinkle came to his eyes. "In fact, I seem to recall you asking if you could join in a few times because it looked like fun."

"Yes, well... I was only little then!" Dara protested, lowering her ears in embarrassment. "I didn't know you were having sex!"

Kidhren chuckled quietly. "And now you're a young adult. A very attractive one." He stretched out a claw and gently lifted her head to look into her golden eyes. "You'll make some lucky male very happy, I'm sure, and I'd be honoured if I would be your first lover."

Dara stared into her father's eyes, her emotions churning her stomach into a knot. Underneath that, the increasingly strong urges she'd been experiencing were coming to the fore. She was craving something, but she wasn't sure what. "I dunno what to say," she began.

"Don't say anything," Kiðren replied in a soft murmur, extending his thin, agile tongue and licking over his daughter's downy cheek. "Just let me love you, just as I did your mother. It'll help ease your sexual need."

"I don't.... You'll have to teach me," Dara said, suddenly feeling small and insecure, as if she were just a hatchling.

"I will." Kiðren's voice was full of love as he nuzzled his beak over Dara's head. He went for the ears first, nibbling the tufted tips, eliciting a chirr of pleasure. From there he moved down to her neck, teasing out loose feathers to drift lazily to the ground.

As her father explored her body with his beak, Dara found his ministrations to be... arousing. She'd never been touched in such a fashion before, and the little thrills that she got as his beak touched places that she ordinarily couldn't reach - or even considered pleasurable.... She closed her eyes and just let Kiðren explore every inch of her - including under her tail. Her eyes snapped open and a startled gasp escaped her throat when she felt something delve into her most intimate area.

Kiðren withdrew his tongue from his exploration of Dara's virgin sex, and allowed himself a chuckle. He leaned in close again and nuzzled the tip of his beak against her clit, hidden just inside her entrance. Her mother had always enjoyed having her clit teased, and he was pleased to see that it brought the same reaction from his daughter, when she pushed back against his face, as if trying to get his beak deeper into her.

Her sex was very warm and slick; as he pushed his beak in deep her juices began to leak into his nares. He pulled his beak out and cleared them, then went back in again, delving in with his agile tongue. The taste was much like her mother's, but with a sharper tang. It was really one of those things that no one could adequately describe. Despite that, it was a flavour he relished.

Dara was quite unprepared for the delightful sensations her father was inciting within her. She'd never felt anything like it, and she wanted more of it. Her tail lashed to and fro behind her as she was eaten out. Now and again she gasped or moaned as her sire stimulated her clit or probed new depths with his tongue. Before she knew it, her legs were wobbling as a surge of intense pleasure washed through her. She let loose with a shrill keen, announcing to the world her first climax.

Kiðren withdrew his beak, licking around the edges of it, cleaning it of his daughter's nectar, and watched as Dara shuddered and moaned through her orgasm. "You liked that, hmm?"

"Wow," she panted, lowering herself to the ground and looking over her shoulder. "Is that what sex is like?"

"Almost," Kiðren replied, moving closer to stroke his foreclaws over Dara's back, smoothing out the fur. "It's even better when your lover is atop you, filling you with his maleness and his seed."

Dara nodded and smiled. "Will you show me?" she asked.

"Mmm, it'd be my pleasure - and yours, I'm sure," he added, parting his beak in a gryph-grin. He scratched his claws down Dara's back until he got to her tailbase. He concentrated on that area for a few seconds, eliciting a chirr and a lift of her tail. "Sexy girl," he murmured, as he got to his feet and moved around behind her. She tensed up nervously as his larger body covered hers, but she relaxed a little when he nuzzled at one ear and chirred quietly. "Just relax," he said.

Kiðren took a few moments to find his mark. The tip of his leaking shaft nudged between her daughter's slightly furred labia, and he pressed forward, taking his time. Dara's sex was wonderfully tight, and became tighter as he inexorably pushed into her. As he entered, he looked up and gazed into the distance, and saw a bright sliver of orange as the sun made its appearance. "Look, Dara," he murmured. "The sun's joining us for this special moment."

Dara raised her head, and both gryphons watched in awed silence as the sun's disc rose majestically into the sky. As it did so, the first rays of sunlight played over them, revealing their amber-tinged colours; Kiðren, in silvery, steel grey fur with darker feathers, and Dara in rich auburn complimented by feathers of pale cream. "It's beautiful," the young gryphon said quietly.

"It is. Now can you see why I wanted to share it with you?" Kiðren asked. With Dara distracted by the sunrise, her muff had relaxed, and he eased his pulsing member fully into her hot depths. He gripped her with his forelegs gently in a hug, scratching at the base of her left ear with the tip of his beak.

Chirring quietly, Dara twitched her ears and wiggled beneath her father. The sensation of having his maleness buried deep within her was quite unusual, but it felt very right as well. He began to thrust into her, just a little; the movement rubbed against her clit, sending a thrill through her, and causing her to moan in desire.

Kiðren moved a foreclaw around to lightly stroke his claws over her neck, where the feathers and fur merged. He could feel a deep vibration within her chest as she began to purr. "Mmm, liking daddy's cock in you?" he said softly into her ear as he thrust carefully, pulling out only a short distance before burying himself again.

"Oh yeah," she murred, closing her eyes and leaning her chest into the scratching. "Feels great. Still feel needy, but... not so bad, I think."

The elder gryphon took the tuft of the ear he'd been teasing into his beak and lightly nibbled it as he rocked his hips, slipping his turgid shaft in and out of his daughter's tunnel, which was rapidly loosening as she got used to the intrusion. His movements were gentle but decisive; Dara's purring increased in strength as he pumped her, taking care to rub against her sensitive clit.

The sun continued to rise steadily into the sky, bringing the world to life. The nearby forest came alive with birdsong; isolated chirps, tweets and warbles at first, but soon it became a constant background chatter to the gryphons' lovemaking.

After several minutes Kiðren was driving his full length in and out of Dara's tunnel, which had got very juicy from her arousal. He was almost on the verge of climax, but he was unwilling to give in before Dara did. He dug his claws into the rocky ground, trying to find good purchase, and shifted himself forward a bit more, forcing his cock a little deeper.

As if it had been waiting, the sun cleared the horizon almost at the same moment Dara reached the zenith of her pleasure. Her shrill keen rent the still air, silencing the cacophony of birdsong. The hot passage of her sex clung tightly to Kiðren's shaft, squeezing it erratically in wracking spasms as the gryphoness rode out her orgasm.

Kiðren wasn't far behind. Releasing himself from his promise to be gentle, he called upon his energy reserves and pounded her firmly and rapidly, much like his mate had loved. As he drove himself to his peak the base of his cock began to swell, the forming knot popping in and out of Dara's entrance with sticky slurping sounds.

Eventually he joined Dara in her moment of bliss, letting out a deep roar of his own as his knot grew to full size, locking the two gryphons together. His cock throbbed rhythmically, delivering his gooey seed in strong spurts, flooding her already crowded passage, and forcing the fluid into her womb.

Birdsong gradually returned as the local avian population decided that another predatory screech wasn't forthcoming. The gryphons were oblivious to it, though. They panted together, Kiðren firmly but lovingly holding Dara in his grasp, carefully keeping his weight off her to avoid squashing her with his bulk. He nuzzled her cheek, chirring with pleasure. "Feeling better now?" he asked.

"Much," Dara replied, turning to give her father's beak a lick. "I feel as if I'll need another treatment later, though."

"I have no problem with that." Kiðren grinned and rubbed Dara's chest again. "It'll have to wait a bit, though - I need to recharge, and, uh... withdraw," he added sheepishly.

Dara giggled weakly. "Right. I'll ask again around lunchtime, then?"

"Good idea." Kiðren snuggled his daughter and looked out over the world below the ledge. "I'm glad we had this time together, as unorthodox as it might have been."

"Yeah, I guess. Seeing the sunrise was nice, but the sex was even better," Dara responded with a wiggle of her rump.

Kiðren chuckled. "Mmm. Until you get yourself a mate, you know where you can get some."

"Definitely." Dara yawned widely and tried to stretch cramped limbs out. "Urf. How long until you can get off me?"

"A few minutes longer," Kiðren admitted, tugging carefully at the tie, and finding that he was still stuck inside her.

"Damn. In that case, can we roll over so I'm not so squashed?"

It took some careful effort, but the two gryphons managed to get themselves onto their sides. "That's better." The young gryphon stretched out her legs to the accompaniment of popping joints and yawned again. "While we're waiting, I think I'll try to catch up on that sleep you interrupted."

Kiðren laughed and nodded. "Sorry about that," he said, lightly stroking a foreclaw over Dara's belly. "I'll try not to disturb you when I leave, then."

"Oh, ha ha," Dara muttered good-naturedly. She yawned again and snuggled back against her sire.

The elder gryphon stroked his daughter's chest, humming a lullaby that he and his mate had sung during Dara's early years. He hadn't thought of it in a very long time, but the current situation brought it to mind. A short time later he realised that Dara had dropped off to sleep. He sighed and smiled. "My little girl's grown up."

He twisted his head around to glance out over the nearby forest, towards the low mountain that marked the eastern horizon. "What a wonderful start to the day," he murmured. "And the rest of the day might just be the same."