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A Territorial dispute

It was a beautiful day in the valley. The sun was high, the clouds were sparse, and spring had just begun so the leaves of the trees and shrubs were all a vibrant green. This was perfect for one particular dragon, since the combination of the leaves and bark gave him the perfect camouflage for when he was hunting. He was covered almost entirely in green, two shades of it. His back, arms, legs, and the top of his wings were a deep darker shade while his neck, belly, the underside of his tail, and bottom of his wings were a much lighter green. This worked fine for him since he was usually crouching down ready to pounce and nobody saw the lighter colors that would give his position away.

The only part of him that wasn't green were the thick armor scales that lined his spine from the back of his neck all the way down to the tip of his tail, which were a soft brown that imitated a tree trunk in color and texture perfectly. He also had one and a half bone-white horns. His left horn had been broken off in a scuffle a few years before, an incident he would prefer to forget.

But today all he could think about was food.

As he lie steathily hidden in the thick foliage of the jungle around the outside of a clearing, he focused his eyes on the nearest of a group of deer. This one was full grown, and slowly making its way close to where Nerian lay in wait. All the dragon needed to do was wait until the deer saw the berries hanging on a small bush right in front of him, get curious, and come over to take a nibble. Once he got close enough, the dragon would pounce and the deer would provide food for a week!

It wasn't long at all before the deer did take notice of the berries, perking its head up while chewing on a mouthful of grass. Slowly it walked closer, putting it within pouncing distance of the hungry and eager dragon.

Excited, Nerian shifted on his haunches, getting ready to make his move. As he was about to pounce, he heard a piercing screech from above! He looked up to see what it was, but it was too late! The massive gryphon swooped down into the clearing and snatched up the deer in its massive talons before flying away into the sky! Nerian, frustrated as could be, quickly jumped out of the bushes to give chase to one of the other deer, hoping to capitalize on the commotion, but the gryphon had scared them all away and they'd scattered into the jungle, not a single one remained in the clearing!

Enraged, Nerian let out a deep roar before taking a running start at a tree. He jumped up, rebounded off the tree, and flapped his wings as powerfully as he could, getting just enough lift to stay above the treetops and circle around, looking for the gryphon that had stolen his meal.

It wasn't long before he caught sight of the gryphon, he was much higher in the sky with a fearful and struggling deer thrashing about in his claws. Nerian knew this gryphon, his posititon made it hard to get a clear look at his pattens, but he was able to barely make out the white with black stripes and fur. This was the same gryphon that he'd fought with in the past over his territory. This gryphon would steal Nerian's prey, and sometimes Nerian would return the kindness by stealing the gryphon's prey as revenge. It was an ongoing struggle for territory that neither seemed contend to leave alone.

Most days, he would just ignore the gryphon and wait for another meal, but he was VERY hungry today, so he had every intention of getting the catch he'd earned himself!

Straining his muscles and flying high, Nerian pumped his wings as hard as he could to get up to the same height as the gryphon, it wasn't long before he'd almost caught up to his altitude, but it wasn't enough, he had to fly higher if he wanted to get the drop on this beast!

Nerian wasn't sure if the gryphon had noticed him, since he never looked up and he didn't fly any faster to get away. This was perfect, maybe this time he'd get his meal back!

Almost directly above the gryphon now, Nerian tucked in his wings for a dive, careful to not make a noise as he hurled through the air at the thief. Right before they collided, he flared out his wings and swooped around, raking his hind claws across the gryphon's back, causing the bird to let out a pained screech and tumble through the air for a moment before regaining control, the deer still in his talons.

As the dragon swooped around for another attack, the gryphon spread his wings and flew upwards in a sharp arch to meet the dragon in the air. The two of them crashed together, scales and fur and feathers clashing with one another in a ball of green, black, brown, and white flurry. This entire clash connected by a deer in the middle having a heart attack, kicking and screaming as best it could.

Nerian grasped at the deer as he clawed at the gryphon's belly, the gryphon did the same in return, trying to stop the dragon's attacks as well as claw back in self defense. The two of them, almost perfectly matched in size with the slight edge given to the dragon, were locked in aerial combat as they plunged down to the ground, wings giving them only the slightest reprieve from the omnipresent force of gravity, slowing their descent ever so slightly.

The gryphon, now getting worried for his safety, reached forward with his long neck and bit down on the dragon's shoulder before kicking himself away, giving up on the deer which was now firmly in Nerian's claws and had expired from pure shock.

Nerian was very happy with his victory, so he realigned himself and glided down towards the clearing he'd been hunting in a few moments before, the perfect place to eat. As he hovered over the treetops, he looked back over his shoulder to make sure the gryphon wasn't following him. Luckily he was nowhere to be seen, Nerian even looked directly up to be sure the gryphon wasn't planning on ambushing him like he had done to the gryphon.

Content, he swooped around the clearing before angling his wings to arc down, dropping the deer on the ground before landing. He walked around the carcass a few times before kneeling down beside it and burying his muzzle in its fur, taking in a deep whiff, relishing his victory. The best part was that the deer was still warm in spite of being whipped around in the sky.

After taking a quick look around to make sure nobody was coming, Nerian took the prey in his foreclaws and reached his head down to take a nip at its back leg, yanking his head back to tear it off in a bloody mess. The dragon didn't care about blood, a gentle bit of fire breath took care of that, cooking the flesh as he chewed.

With Nerian happily chewing on his meal, he was completely oblivious to the threat that lie just outside the clearing, incidentally the same place Nerian had been hiding when hunting for deer.

Out of the underbrush pounced the gryphon, claws outstretched and white fur and feathers seemingly dyed the same dark green of Nerian's scales!

The dragon let out a roar as he tried to dodge away, but he wasn't fast enough, the gryphon's paws met with his flank, pushing him onto his side and knocking some of the breath out of him so he couldn't even respond with his signature fire breath. All he could do is reach up to grab the gryphon's neck and use his momentum against him, flipping him over and slamming him on his back. The gryphon was easily able to roll over and get back onto his paws, facing the dragon so there would be no sneak attacks.

The two of them were head to head, both on their feet and circling each other, hissing and roaring at one another. The gryphon had his back arched and wings flared out in a traditional avian threat display. Nerian was rearing up and spreading his wings, a draconic method of intimidation.

Neither display scared the other, and the gryphon was first to attack, pouncing on the dragon as he was reared up, knocking him backwards and off balance.

The somewhat larger dragon grasped at the gryphon before falling back, pulling him down but also pushing him to the side. This way Nerian could roll over off his back and pin the gryphon down. Nerian pressed his foreclaws down on the gryphon's spread wings, stopping him from wiggling out of the dragon's grasp.

Nerian let out a deep growl as he leaned his head down right beside the gryphon's face, indicating that he'd won. The gryphon hissed and snapped back in frustration, but he knew it was little more than an empty threat.

The stronger dragon's instincts took over, he knew what he had to do to a defeated rival. He had to mark him with his scent, to let all the other dragons and gryphons to know of his victory.

It had happened in a split second, Nerian's shaft quickly pressed out of his slit, hardening instantly as he thrust his hind end foward, rubbing his length all over the gryphon's bellyfur. The musk his shaft emitted was thick, so thick both beasts could nearly taste it. The gryphon, especially.

But this wasn't enough for the dragon, no. This gryphon had been terrorizing him for years, stealing his prey and infringing on his territory. This gryphon needed to be taught a lesson in respect, and this was as good a time as any to give that lesson.

The larger dragon arched his back to aim his member at the gryphon's tailhole, rubbing his member against the gryphon's soft flesh, stroking it gently a few times as the gryphon struggled under his weight. Nerian, gloating in his victory, leaned in close and let out a deep growl at the gryphon, his hot breath tickling the avian's neck feathers causing a shiver to go down his spine between his feathered wings.

Slowly, more of the dragon's shaft emerged from his slit, his natural juices further gumming up the gryphon's lower belly, but Nerian knew better than to waste all of it on his fur; he had to moisten up the bird's cloaca if he was going to teach him a real lesson, so he did. Still holding onto the gryphons wings, he slowly stepped back and repositioned himself down at the end of the gryphon's torso, his member gently tickling at the gryphon's hole underneath the fur. Nerian, taking just a bit too much time to gloat, waved his hips back and forth across the moist flesh to spread some of the fluids before grunting and pushing forward, the first half of his length piercing the fur and parting the gryphon's tailhole.

But with the Dragon no longer pressing his body against the gryphon's to hold him down, this gave the gryphon room to reposition his legs and push the dragon off!

The gryphon quickly jumped to his feet and lunged at the dragon, pinning him down on his side, wings folded over his body as a failsafe so that he didn't try to claw his way out!

With Nerian pinned and unable to move for fear of ripping his wing, the gryphon decided to dish out his own territorial markings. With a black foreclaw holding the dragon's wing in place tight over his body, the gryphon pressed his hips against the dragon and used one of his back legs to push the tail to the side, exposing the dragon's own tender, moist tailhole. It was wet from the fluids that dripped down from the erect cock that poked out from a slit near it, almost fully erect and laying against his lower leg. The gryphon arched his back gently and pressed his emerging barbed tip against the dragon's hole, but his aim was off so it rubbed against his light green ventral scales and poked the base of the dragon's cock instead, just underneath the knot.

Nerian growled at the touch of the gryphon's slick member on his own and started to growl and struggle against his weight. He didn't want to struggle too much, if he did, he might risk tearing the thin membrane that stretched from one bone to the next in his wing. If he tore that, he would be grounded for days, which meant no food and no chance at getting back at his rival! But he couldn't just give up, so he wiggled his hips and used all his muscle to lower his tail, pushing the gryphon's wet shaft to the side and covering his own hole, protecting hit from unwanted penetration.

But the Gryphon was tenacious. He pushed the tail to the side again, this time with more force. He reached down with his one free forepaw and aimed himself at the dragon's tender hole, rubbing his barbed tip along his flesh a few times, enjoying the sensation of having the tiny barbs catch on the scales and tug at his green flesh before thrusting forward, burying almost all his length in the subdued dragon's tail end.

Nerian let out a howl of pain, he wasn't supposed to have anything inserted in that hole, it went against all his instincts. As a male it was his job to mate with others, not be mated with!

The gryphon, in an act of arrogance, started slowly thrusting in and out, his flesh making a soft squishing sound against the dragon's wet tailhole. Nerian was trying to tense up his hind end to keep the gryphon from thrusting any more, hoping to cause him pain, but it only served to squish his own tender tailhole flesh tighter on those pointy barbs that adorned the gryphon's tip, amplifying their sensations.

Gritting his teeth and ignoring his instincts to protect his wing, Nerian used all his strength to raise his arm up, knocking the gryphon off balance and onto the ground to the side of himself, a wet slurping sound as the gryphon's cock slid out.

But Nerian suffered as well, as the gryphon was knocked off to the side a single claw tore through the membrane of the dragon's wing, leaving a 12 inch gash between his third and fourth wing fingers. He had to quickly recover from this and challenge the gryphon once again!

Both beasts were up on their feet for a second time, circling one another with their wings flared up in a territorial thread display for a second time, but this time both their members were dangling out in the open air, drips of fluids falling and splashing against their inner thighs as they sidestepped around one another. The combined scent of them both mixing in the air causing a thick musky but sweet scent of two dominant males competing. Stronger than traditional markings, but sweeter as well.

The gryphon was hissing, rattling his wing feathers as best he could, every fiber on his upper torso flared erect on his body, making him look even more threatening than he should. With his fur and feathers standing on end like that, he actually looked bigger than Nerian, and the dragon's wing was torn which meant that if the gryphon had a chance to escape, the dragon could not follow. He knew that if he would simply bide his time until the dragon made a mistake it would give an opportunity to escape!

So the gryphon continued his game, cirdling the dragon, eyes matched in a truly feral gaze, never even glancing to the side for fear of giving the other an opening to attack! The gryphon would claw at the dragon, to which the dragon would respond with a step back and fierce swipe in return. They teased at one another back and forth until there was a snap of a twig just outside the clearing. The gryphon faked a glance, luring Nerian into a pounce, which the gryphon easily sidestepped before jumping into the sky, flapping his wings to gain altitude.

But he didn't make it far, just as he got to the edge of the clearing, he felt the strong dragon claws grasping at his hindpaws, dragging him down from the air and slamming him chest first into the nearest tree! He was dazed for a moment, his neck almost wrapped around the tree and his vision blurry from the impact. Just as he was regaining his composure, he felt one of the dragon's front paws pressing his neck up against the bark, pinning him there. He tried to push back against it, but it was no use, too much movement and he could damage his trachea.

Nerian pressed his whole scaled body up against the gryphon's hind end, more weight to pin him down. He used his free front claw to lift the gryphon's tail and feel around between his legs, pushing his tender balls to the side to give a squeeze to his rock-hard knot, which had grown to its maximum size and was smothered in the gryphon's natural lubricant. Nerian grinned at this revelation then brought his claw up to rub the juices he'd moistened himself with to tickle at the gryphon's tailhole, inserting a single claw inside to feel around a bit before pulling out and wiping the juices all over his own shaft.

The gryphon moaned in defeat, a helpless squeak escaping his beak as he felt the tip of Nerian's cock tickling his tender slit. He tried to bring his tail down in defence, like Nerian had done to him, but the gryphon's tail was considerably thinner and lacked the muscle power to push aside the dragon's thick and muscular frame. He knew he'd lost for sure this time, especially depressing since he was so close to escaping!

Nerian felt the gryphon's muscles relax in defeat, his frame going limp and his tailhole loosening up to surrender its sanctity to him once and for all. The dragon didn't hesitate, in one quick thrust, the dragon buried his entire shaft in the gryphon's willing passage, and he enjoyed every inch of it!

The two of them lay still for a moment, Nerian collapsing on the gryphon's back, more weight to pin him against the tree. The gryphon's hole was tensing up in time with his rapidly increasing heartbeat, massaging the dragon's girthy shaft inside him. It felt good to the gryphon, no matter how much he hated the defeat, which is why his shaft was still exposed, his knot still hard as a rock. He had already lost, so he might as well take the time to truly enjoy it!

They continued going back and forth, Nerian thrusting in and out, his whole shaft piercing the gryphon with every thrust. He would pull out as far as he could without letting his tip escape the warm, wet slit while the gryphon would in turn tighten his muscles and relax them. It wasn't long at all before the knot at the base of Nerian's shaft had begun to swell from soft and partially formed to thick and firm as bone. He was sure to thrust deep and stay there for a moment while said knot locked into place, the tight ring of muscle of the gryphon's slit clamping down on the base.

Nerian gritted his jaw shut as he leaned forward again, pushing his member in as deep as it would go as well as pushing the gryphon tighter against the tree where he was clawing helplessly trying to push back.

They both felt the gentle convulsions in the dragon's cock, the knot swelling ever so slightly with every heartbeat, but that minute change in firmness felt like another thrust to the gryphon, who was clenching his slit as tight as he could to keep the knot in. Much as he could take such things, having a full knot swell inside him without proper preparation was a recipe for torn flesh and immense pain. As the knot rest firmly lodged in his backside and sucked in deep by his muscles, he found it was comfortable in an oddly arousing way. The massive bulges, which were easily the size of both of the gryphon's front claws, were pressing up against a particularly sensitive spot a few inches inside his tailhole. An erogenous zone that was directly attached to the base of his own exposed shaft.

The pulsing sensations of the dragon's cock were also the fuel that pumped the gryphon's shaft full of his own blood, each heartbeat met with a perfectly timed phallic twitch that slapped the shaft against the gryphon's furred belly, arousing his barbs to extend fully, the gryophonic equivalent of a full on flare.

Nerian could feel the gryphon's pleasure in every muscle contraction, could hear it with every slap as the wet shaft hit his slimy belly, could smell it in the thick pheromones the gryphon's member emitted. Every bit of it drove him wild, so wild he couldn't hold on any longer. He released the gryphon's neck to keep a hold of his hips and with one last final thrust he felt his knot shift around inside the gryphon in such a way that the gryphon's flesh pressed all the right buttons and he felt himself lose it!

A thick spurt of draconic cum erupted into the gryphon's tailhole, accented by thin streams of gooey pre with every beat of the dragon's heart and every tensing of his cock.

Nerian let out a mighty roar, telling every living creature in the forest that he had won, he was the dominant species, and that Dragons were indeed king of all beasts!

The gryphon, demoralized and submissive, let out only the faintest of whimpers as the loud roar echoed through the trees. He slowly pushed back against the dragon, giving himself some breathing room, the trees trunk no longer pressing against his windpipe. He pushed back again, forcing the dragon back even further, which the gryphon was amazed to see the dragon allow. He was going to make a run for it, taking advantage of the dragon's distracting climax, but he opted to suffer the consequences of his loss and let the dragon fill him with his seed. He lowered his upper torso flat against the ground and took a few steps to the side, Nerian following with him, every step tugging on his knot and causing another explosive burst of spooge deep into the gryphon.

Nerian, totally exhausted by his orgasm, flopped over on his side. His knot tugged on the gryphon's tailhole and forced them down together on the grass off the clearing. The two of them lay there a while, the dragon's knot pulsing and forcing stream after stream of sticky cum into the gryphon. The slick warmth of the knot inside him made the gryphon leak a bit of his own fluids all over the grass.

After a short time had passed with the two of them tied together, enjoying every single sensation the other had to offer, Nerian propped himself up on one of his foreclaw and tapped at the gryphon, who also propped himself up and looked back at the dragon.

"Can I be the dom next time, Neri?" the gryphon asked.

Nerian let out a chuckle. "Awww, you don't like being filled with my draconig seed?" he reached down and tugged at his member, which refused to budge from the gryphon's nethers.

"Well...yeah....." he replied, clenching up tight to show his appreciation, "But sometimes I'd like to be top too, it's not fair that you always get to be the dom just because you're a dragon, you know we're equals."

Nerian grinned and patted the gryphon's rump gently. "Well not today, today I get to be the king, you can settle for prince."

"Awr..." The gryphon whined. "I just....fine." He rolled over onto his back, the knot twisting inside him and making him clench up again, relishing every bit of the sensations. He reached up to touch himself, but Nerian stopped him.

"No Ceylon, you know the rules, you don't get that until I'm good and done with you."

He let out a gentle whimper and laid back down, clawing at the ground contemplatively as he tugged at the knot, trying to pull away from it. The sensations of the knot tugging against the inside ring of his tailhole forcing another spurt from both their cocks.

Ceylon tugged again and felt his tight ring of flesh slowly expand to let the girthy bulbs of flesh out. With a spurt of cum and lube, the dragon's knot exploded from the gryphon's tailhole, the rest of his length slowly following as it slowly deflated. He knew what he had to do, with the two of them now separated.

Nerian nodded his insistence. "Go on, you know what you have to do."

Reluctantly, Ceylon leaned around and gave Nerian's shaft a nice long lick, starting at the base and working his way up to the tip. Gently, he nudged it to the side and gave another lick on the other side, finishing by wrapping his long forked tongue around the tip and sucking as gently as he good, careful to only let the dragon's member rest on the soft fleshy base of his maw and not touch any of the hard beak.

Nerian was in heaven, loving nothing more than some post-knotting oral from a subby gryphon bitch. He knew Ceylon hated it, but that was part of the game, the gryphon lost so he had to clean up. Had the dragon lost, it'd be his thick, moist tongue doing the cleaning, not the thin and forked tongue of the gryphon.

But he didn't complain, the gryphon's tongue was silky smooth as could be, far more tender than any hole, male or female.

After Ceylon had finished up cleaning of the dragon's slick shaft, one loving lick after the other, he went to clean up himself. It was hard to get at his own tailhole with his wings in the way, but he was able to just barely get the first few inches of his tongue to lap over his tender, swollen flesh. After licking up much of the loose fluids, he even finished up by inserting as many inches of his tongue into himself to give himself the deep clean he needed after a sloppy session like that. Unfortunately, the sensations of his own tongue and the fantasy of going down on another combined and reinvigorated his arousal, forcing his knot to swell to full capacity again.

"You gonna be okay with that?" Nerian inquired as he peeked around the gryphon's body.

Ceylon rolled over onto his belly and covered himself with his wing, slightly embarassed.

"Aww, don't be like that, I promise I'll let you win next time!" Nerian assured the gryphon as he lie next to him, wrapping an arm around his body. Ceylon let out a needy whimper but kept his wing covering himself.

He was going to have a hell of a case of blue balls in the morning.