The Ambush of the Gryphon Knot
Just a little something to go with a picture I posted. sorry if I went light on the character descriptions, it was meant only to compliment the piece, not be its own standalone story.
The moon was high and bright in the clear savannah sky. Shevya the lioness was watching over her pride from atop a small hill, her head laid down gently on her forepaws. She loved being up here, alone; it allowed her time and freedom to be with her thoughts.
Little did she know that her solitude made her the perfect target for a gryphon drake that had been scouting the scrubland for a lioness.
The osprey-tiger gryphon's wings held him high in the night sky, quiet as an owl as he circled around the mound where the lioness lay. He kept his intense blue eyes trained on her, focusing on the backside and tail that was flicking about playfully. He kept his talons and paws tucked into his body to keep himself aerodynamic; he didn't want the unsuspecting lioness to hear him coming, and lions were known for their amazing ability to catch the slightest hint of a predator and rush off to be with their pride.
She was too focused on watching over the other members of her family to notice the gryphon above her, slowly descending and flying in tighter and tigher circles with each rotation. She kept her tail flicking, a habit she'd learned to keep flies off her when feeding. She tweaked her whiskers and let out a gentle yawn.
The gryphon, seeing her movement to open her mouth, banked away and behind her, so she couldn't see him. His trick worked, and once she laid her head back down on her paws, he adjusted his wings and angled himself down so he would land practically on top of her. Silently, he descended until he felt he was close enough.
Tucking his wings in and extending his limbs, he dropped the last meters and landed almost directly on top of the lioness, his chest floof pressing her rump down to the grassy ground.
Immediately Shevya turned and screeched, trying her best to claw at her attacker and get away, but the pressure of the gryphon's massive frame kept her trapped. She lowered her tail tight against her rump. She could smell the drake's pheromones, she knew what he wanted.
The gryphon, not caring for the lioness's unwillingness, dug his talon into her sid and hoisted her up, sure to keep her pressed firmly against his chest so she was on all fours but still unable to dash away. She was trying, but she wasn't moving and if she wiggled too much the talons would puncture her sides and make her bleed.
The drake's black-fleshed cock was already slipping from his meaty slit, the barbed tip poking and catching on the lioness's tail fur. He arched his back and thrust forward, forcing the tapered shaft into Shevya, poking at the flesh between rump and sex, causing her to howl.
She turned her head to gnash at her attacker, but she soon found his feathers to be too thick to penetrate with her teeth, so she gritted her teeth and tried to tighten her tail down against her rump to block the gryphon's invading assault.
It was no use. The gryphon was far larger than her and just as much stronger as expected. He arched his back a second time, forcing his member past her tail and right into her hidden vulva. The barbs scratched her walls as the shaft quickly shot into her nethers.
The lioness howled in pain as the invading member stretched her flesh and the barbs aggressively scraped along her insides. She was breathing heavy as her tongue lolled out - a trick to lessening the pain. She'd been with males of her species before, so barbs were nothing new to her, but the girth and depth of the gryphon's thrust were far more than she could normally take.
She yelped again as the drake pulled out, the backwards facing barbs catching on her inner folds and tugging. He used this extra leverage to once again arch his back and forcefully thrust with all his might. His cock got thicker the closer to the base it was, so it smoothly but quickly stretched her out until the top of his knot pressed against her velvety folds. He didn't stop, he kept the pressure on until her cunny gave way and let the entire six-lobed bulge pop in with one violent motion.
Shevya let out a violent screech as she felt the beast's barbed tips puncture her depths and emerge into her womb, the massive knot filling her. She panted heavily and drooled all over the grass as she felt her nethers ravaged by the beast's monstrous cock.
He wasn't done, though. As he felt her taut flesh throbbing around his pulsating cock, he felt his knot grow and expand inside her, the girthiest part locking into her hip bones and tugging itself deeper. He could feel her pussy clamp down on him as she tried to push the massive bulge out, but the pressure only stimulated him further, urging his knot and shaft to balloon out. As he pushed his hips closer, he could feel the tip of his pointed member poking against the side of his talon where he was holding onto his prey. He couldn't help but grin and let out a deep growl of pleasure.
Once the knotting was complete, the cock firmly wedged inside her ravaged, tight canal, he instantly felt his muscles tense as stream after stream of sticky cum erupted into her. One after another, the streams of hot fluid splattered against the walls of her womb, slowly but surely filling her up. Her womb bulged, then the seed flowed into her pussy where it was trapped behind the knot that locked it all inside.
Shevya's body shuddered at the sensations of the drake's hot cream filling her up, inflating her womb and cunt like a cum balloon. Her belly bulged out noticeably as his barbed tip poked against her walls. She was wincing and trying to not scream any louder; her pride wasn't coming to help and in spite of how sore her pussy was, she kind of enjoyed it. The bulge, the throbs, the hot waves of spunk that filled her up and the primal, feral nature of the entire event. She should hate it, but it was unlike anything she'd felt before, and once her body adjusted to the massive girth that spread her, the knot rest in her quite comfortably.
In an odd way, it was rather pleasant.
The gryphon drake cared not for her acceptance of his seed, his beak was clamped shut and his eyes were squinting, leaving only slivers of the vibrant blue irises exposed for her to see. He only cared for the fleshy tunnel that was massaging his every inch, the muscular contractions that seemed to clench in unison with his own pulsating knot. He felt the pressure build inside her as more of his cum filled her, in spite of his knot being too big to be ejected from her confines, it still felt like it was being forced out. He could even feel wisps of the cool night air tickling the base of his knot as her vulva parted, the pressure forcing his knot out.
She felt an insufferable cramp as the seed filled her well beyond capacity. She could feel the tension in her pussy walls reaching a limit until finally a thick stream of the gryphon's cum escaped between her flesh and two bulbs of his knot, erupting from her cunt like a geyser, splashing against the underside of his tail and landing in a puddle between her back feet.
More cum was pumped into her and more geysers of it erupted from the crevices between the gryphon's knot to slosh out onto the grassy hill. Shevya's maw was gaped open and she was drooling everywhere as the gryphon lowered his head to nuzzle into her neck, a devious grin spread across his face.
The wave of seed kept dribbling out over her lips and belly fur as the gryph-drake backed off her, resting one of his hind paws on her rump and pushing with all of his might, forcing her off his knot with a pop followed by a stream of cum. He gave his shaft a gentle lick to clean it then hopped off the hill into the night, slowly deflating cock swinging heavily beneath him as his wings flapped. Inch by inch it sucked itself back into him, a trail of cum dotting the nighttime savannah.
She collapsed heavily on herself, pussy gaped open and a steady flow of cum dribbling out of it. Her tail remained raised, she didn't want to touch her ravaged loins for fear of the pain. As it was, there was a dull throb of pleasure bursting from her lips with every heartbeat.
Perhaps being mated by a gryphon wasn't all bad. Next time maybe she'd be a bit more inviting and he'd be less aggressive.