An Unwilling Sacrifice
Keiras awoke with a dull, throbbing pain in the back of his head. For a short while, his entire world is black and nothing but darkness filled with the sound of a crackling fire mixed with the idle beating of his heart. When at last his sight returned to him, he found himself in more darkness, but at least he could make out the fire that was burning a mere feet or so away from him and a torch hanging from the cave wall.
At an especially painful surge of pain through his head, his attempt to raise up a hand to his head to clutch it brings him to the realisation that he is tied up. He grunts out quietly, forced to suffer through the pain without even the slightest consolation of his own touch. He glances down along his body, watching as the flames of the fire reflect off of his dark, black scales, which... brings him to yet another realisation - he's in the nude.
Where... Keiras barely had the time to ask himself the question before fixing his gaze on the torch hanging by the wall. He'd spotted a shadow that was cast against it, listening close to the oncoming footsteps. Surely this is his time... an executioner is coming to finish him off. They'd only kept him here until they could send someone to take care of the job! He begins to squirm, clenching his teeth to fight back the sounds of his picked up breathing, but then, as quickly as he had started to squirm, he stops. "What is this? Some sort of trick?!" He exclaims as he stares upon the frame of a lithe avian form standing by the torch, clearly used to light the path.
The silence that comes next is enough to make Keiras squirm again, this time out of nervousity, however. Not a word is spoken between the two of them for the whole of a minute, which for the dragon seems to be an eternity and then some.
"Why would you assume this is a trick?" The obvious voice of a female speaks up inquiringly, the avian stepping into the light of the fire. Her feathery coat nearly shines as she does, the mixture of various shades of red bedazzling him for some reason. He'd never found red to be a pretty colour. Perhaps it is the tribal clothing that the gryphon wears that does it for him. Her sharp talons are adorned with small chains, each with little feathers adorning them in turn. Her upper body is dressed in a light leather harness that does well enough to cover up her bosom. From the bottom of this harness hangs two long and somewhat wide straps made out of cloth that serves their purpose of acting as undergarment, one strap of cloth being kept wrapped about her right leg twice ending just above her lion like footpaws along with the other. "I suppose you do not remember what fate you have suffered," the gryphon speaks as she slowly and gracefully approaches the downed dragon to stand before him, not bothering to lower herself down to his level.
"Fate?" Keiras interrupts. "I don't remember a thing! Why have you brought me here? Why am I kept a prisoner like this?" He asks, these questions merely a few of the hundreds that currently run through his mind. How dares this gryphon approach him , a mighty warrior of the Stonehorn tribe like this?
"Be silent, beast, and I will explain..." The gryphon once more speaks up. "Your tribe has cast you out as part of a bargain made between the gryphons and the dragons in this area. You, they decided, are the sacrifice that is to keep us from chasing their shattered forces away from this peninsula. I do not blame you for not remembering, your chief gave you quite the harsh blow to the head when you refused to comply. No doubt you have a fine headache. I am Nik'sha, but to you, dragon, I am chieftain Furywing." The gryphon says with a click of her beak. "If you wish to survive you first day here, you will have to undergo certain rites... all of which will lastly put you in a place within our tribe." Nik'sha snaps her fingers loudly with a rustle of chains, and in comes three other gryphons. These, unlike the high gryphon, are clad in naught a thing. Their feathers are the same red as their chieftain's, only more dull and less taken care of, and with different tints in colour. The furthermost to the left sports the colour green, the middle one yellow, and the last one blue. At Nik'sha's gesture, they all approach and stand by her side, eventually getting down to their knees, finding a comfortable seating with their legs as support. "Begin," she says, then turns around and exits the cave, the melodic rustling of her chains fading until again nothing but silence remains.
Utterly and quite thoroughly confused, Keiras just blinks as he looks among the three gryphons. One of them had been carrying a bucket with water and a piece of clothing hanging from the edge of this bucket now stood by her side, the other with a small bowl with a thick dark red substance, and the last one still carries her items: clothing. The first green feathered gryphon dips the cloth into the bucket of water and begins to spread it over his body - or at least try to. Keiras will have none of this! He growls at them and squirms, attempting to evade her touch, but unfortunately for him it is all to no avail... the wall behind him stops him getting very far, and so after a moment of pointless struggling, he succumbs, allowing her to wash him, which she does very thoroughly, soaking every scale and part of him in the warm water to scrub him clean. Keiras had even noticed that they had been kind enough to place him down on a pair of hides! Explains why the uncomfortable ground had not gotten to him.
Once he is gleaming and nothing less than radiant, the first gryphon stops to let the second gryphon get to work. She dips a clawed talon in the bowl and then brings it up to his forehead where she draws a small line from the left part of it down past his temple and along his cheek and the left side of his snout, ending by its tip. On the right side of his cheek, she draws a circle and within it, she gives his cheek a poke to create a small dot with room enough for more of these dots.
Poor Keiras still has no idea what his purpose is here or what they intend to do with him... the gryphons would never accept a dragon into their ranks, sacrifice or not. He is torn abruptly from his thoughts when feels a quite invasive touch by his lower body, namely a talon gliding up along his inner thigh to where his genital slit is located. He frowns and growls as a warning, and it seems to indeed halt the motions of the talon, but after a short while of gathering courage, the talon resumes its gliding... is she stroking? He growls louder and louder, but it has lost its effect, and all that he can do is lay there and let her.
A sudden clicking of beaks snaps his gaze from the talon touching him up to the first gryphon that has caught the third, blue feathered one's actions. They seem to be talking amongst themselves, and the first two gryphons seem rather angered with the third. Again, the talon proceeds to stroke and touch at his sensitive genital area, causing him to growl out anew... at which point the blue avian clicks her beak and chirps in reply to the two. They blink, and whatever it was that they discussed seems forgotten as a warm summer breeze might pass one by. They give the third a tentative glance, but then they join her... join her in her filthy, defiling actions. If only he was not tied up! He'd show them what happens when one messes with him.
Much to his dismay, he finds that his traitorous shaft betrays his emotions and feelings to the three gryphons' touching and caressing, rather quickly beginning to slip out of its hiding place, hardening before the eight pair of eyes in the cavern. Suddenly they all seem very eager and... excited? Not at all their previous obedient, silent selves. They are chittering in healthy amounts as they touch and explore the dragon's body now, caring little for his view on the matter.
When a talon seizes his shaft as it has grown to its full length, her snarls softly, but another talon quickly comes up to seize his snout, holding it shut with remarkable - and surprising - strength. Forced to breathe only through his nostrils, he exhales loudly to them, and with the continued attention, the exhaling soon picks up in speed as well, even more to his dismay. He feels himself get rolled over onto his back properly, his eyes shut by his own accord. He does not want to witness this at all, feeling utterly put to shame by their actions.
The one that started this defiling act of his body rises up from her knees to straddle the dragon's waist, yet Keiras lets his eyes remain shut, attempting to bring his thoughts elsewhere... to somewhere where he is not in the process of being used like this.
I will tear you three to such little shreds and burn your remains, that your precious chieftain will never be able to know which one of you are which if I ever get free from these restraints... He thinks to himself, clenching his fists for two reasons, actually. One being that he is able to feel the sudden grip of the gryphon's overly tight folds about his length, and the other being rage... nothing but pure rage. He opens his eyes to stare down at the avian on top of him with disgust and contempt. They could all see his muscles tense and the look of murder and fury in his gaze.
Unfortunately, this only seemed to spur the gryphon on, making her move faster and faster. Keiras could even spot a trickle of blood running down along the length of his cock as she rode him in an almost crazed fashion. Part of his rage is due to the fact that he is promised to another within his own tribe... Cast out or not, in his mind, he is still hers. He clenches his fists tighter and tighter as he can feel his body give in more and more to this disgusting act. It would not be long now before this gryphon gets what she is after. His release.
No... no... Vesh'ka, my love... His eyes clench shut, and with a particularly loud, yet muffled growl due to the grip about his snout, a small tear forms by his right eye, trickling down along his scales and to the hide beneath. His orgasm brought him no pleasure what so ever this time, only more shame and more fuel to the fire that burned within his mind. A frown takes to his features as the gryphon - marked for the most brutal death of all in the cavern - slowly rises on shaky legs, his seed dripping from her folds, the feathers around her crotch and thighs soaked in a mix of blood, seed and her own fluids. The gryphons look at one another before the third one chirps, perhaps for the first one to release his snout. The green feathered avian moves over to the third with the bucket and the cloth, trying to clean her from the mess as good as possible... a mediocre job is done, and with her looking clean enough, they all proceed with their original intentions.
Keiras keeps his fists clenched tightly as he is washed down once more, his paintings being inspected by the yellow avian as well to ensure none of his paint had come off. Then, the three gryphons hold him down for a start, the middle one beginning to undo the bindings that hold his arms. This, to Keiras is a gift sent from the above... and probably procedure for the three.
And now... you die. Keiras smiles for the first time in a long while.
With a sudden outburst, the dragon roars out in fury as he puts all of his strength into a swing of his arms, sending the gryphons back and away from him since they are no match for the brute strength of a dragon. He uses his claws to free his legs as well, quickly rising to his feet to gaze at the three. One of them has managed to catch fire, Keiras little 'shove' having gotten her to land in the fire with a wing, which is now quickly burning. She shrieks in pain, attempting desperately to put it out before it spreads too far. The green feathered avian dumps the bucket of water over the yellow's wing, managing to douse the licking flames.
By the time that she recovers from the pain of the flames, an all new sort of pain finds her, the towering mass of Keiras having approached to without a care in the world impale her with his long claws straight through the stomach. With her lithe frame, he is even able to see the tips of his claws protrude from her back. He twists the bloodied claws then tears them from her and delivers a vicious punch to her face, a sickening crunch coming from her. She topples to the ground akin to a sack of potatoes, her right talon twitching.
The dragon makes no pause in his furious assault, charging straight for the green feathered avian to grip her by the head, completely ignoring the cuts and slices that his face and chest suffer from her talons. His grip about her head tightens more and more and more until the pleasant - to him, at least - sound of her skull breaking is heard, and he firmly smashes it into the cavern wall to end it, sending blood and other unpleasant substances across the rocky wall. While he had been busy with the green, his marked prey had ran up behind him and clambered up on his back. She does all that she can to try and bring the brute down, biting and pecking with her sharp beak at his neck and face. His scales are tough, but unfortunately not tough enough to withstand her sharp beak, so naturally she breaks through them here and there, drawing copious amount of blood from his wounds.
Still, the beast is barely phased, and as he finds himself unable to tear her from his back, he simply snarls out and quickly backs up against the other side of the cavern, where he smashes her up against the wall, pinning her between it and him... hardly a pleasant feeling. He then turns and grips her by the throat, gazing deep into her eyes. "I promise you a painful, gruesome death, and know that as I walk out of this cavern, there will be nothing left of your pitiful, worthless body for anyone to grieve over." He speaks to her, not caring about whether she actually understands him or not. He throws her to the ground harshly, the gryphon landing with a meek, pathetic "caw" sound.
With a look that radiates hate and anger, he approaches her and leans down over her, showing off his claws. He tilts his head, giving her body a quick once-over, and then begins to dig in - literally. His claws bury themselves within her body as he begins to tear free the very hide that covers the flesh beneath, feathers and scraps of flesh scattering all around him, the beast gone into a fit of fury. Once done, she looks nothing like the proud species a gryphon is... she is a torn, tattered mess of blood and bone, bits of her skeleton showing here and there where his claws dug in deep enough to tear free enough flesh to show it.
To finish his handiwork off, he gives the gryphon a firm shove with his foot to roll her over onto her back, then lifts her up by her neck with one hand, dragging over to the fire. He pushes her head into it, and with one foot on her back, grips a hold of her right wing at first, starting to tug and tug at it as hard as he can until the very wing itself rips free from her flesh with a shrill, icing scream of agony from the gryphon underneath - both from the flames and the pain the beast brings upon her. He does the same with her second wing, then just roars out as he begins to stomp down all over her body, breaking her bones and destroying her body while she still lives. Fortunately for her, she does not live long at all, her lights being dimmed seconds after the first wing had been torn off.
Once he is done, he stops to admire the sight of her mutilated, crushed corpse... watching as the flames consume her, turning her feathers to ash and her flesh to a burnt mess of melted skin.
Keiras sighs out with relief and proceeds to gather up the remaining two corpses, dumping them on top of the other one, then retrieves the torch from the wall and helps the process of burning them along, setting them on fire thoroughly before he throws the torch, leaving it there just as he leaves them; forgotten.
He is greeted by the strong sunlight as he emerges from the darkness of the cavern, his eyes narrowing as they adjust to the light. Gazing up towards the sun, he swears he sees a form take shape right before him. The shape seems to raise up its arm and bring it down towards his face. There's a sudden searing pain right where the form's claws connected with his neck, and when next Keiras brings his hand up to his neck, he feels his own blood. Lots of it. He is no longer standing either, laying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. Voices speak to him, but he sees nothing. "Wh--... Where am I..." He manages to stutter out, and the voices around him seaze.
With his eyes fluttering and unable to keep open for much longer than a few seconds at a time, he sees the face of a dragon standing above him. Whomever it is reaches down to touch his cheek, smiling down to him warmly as his eyes close with the fading of his conciousness.
"Home, Keiras."