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"I think I'm losing my touch with women."

The gryphon's eyes went wide, and he choked on his dinner. The legs of a young woman hung thrashing out of his beak, and he gagged on her body as a confused, concerned frown interrupted his swallowing. He hurriedly choked her down, her struggling legs easily confined by his constricting throat, and soon the bulge of her body had slid down to add its wriggling mass to his paunch. He swallowed a few more times, letting out a small belch as she settled in his stomach, then turned his incredulous gaze down to the human at his feet.

"Nate, what do you... I don't even..." The gryphon stuttered, caught off guard by Nate's sudden change in demeanor. Just moments ago he had been eagerly stroking himself to the sight of another living meal, and from the scent in the air he had evidently been satisfied. "You're not... remorseful, are you?"

"I've been bringing you a new girl every few weeks," Nate began.

"Well I'd be quite impressed if you managed to bring me the same girl each time..." the gryphon murmured, hazarding a small smile. Nate gave him a long-suffering glare, and he fell silent, waiting for him to continue.

"... and each time, I have to get her interested in me, enough for her to follow me out here..." He gestured at the gryphon's sparsely furnished cave, and the vast forest outside. "To do that, I have to convince her that I'm interested in her... and it's getting harder."

"Are you... dissatisfied with our arrangement?" the gryphon asked tentatively.

"No, I still enjoy it... but it's hard for me to get excited about anything else, now. Sex, I mean. Women in general." Nate sighed and scratched his head. "They don't interest me anymore, not as women. They're just... food."

The gryphon paused for a moment, as a loud gurgle from his stomach punctuated Nate's statement. Then he laughed. It made Nate uncomfortable, but he leaned forward and patted him on the head, smiling with relief. "I was wondering when you would say that, Nate. I'm quite pleased."

Nate grinned awkwardly. "Eh... thanks?"

"I knew you'd see things my way soon enough." The gryphon rolled forward onto his claws and stretched leisurely, a shudder running down his body and shuffling his feathers back into place. He padded past the human, sliding his lion tail against Nate's arm as he headed towards the fridge. "I was afraid you were taking this too seriously. Not every meal has to be a big deal, you know."

The poofy end of his tail knocked Nate over onto the couch, and he lay there with a contemplative look on his face as the gryphon fished a bottle and a quarter keg out of his fridge. He handed the bottle over to Nate, gingerly pinched between two claws. Nate grasped the bottle and held it for the gryphon to flick the cap off with a claw, then took a swig, staring up into his pleased grin. "It doesn't have to be a sexual thing?"

"It's never been sexual for me," the gryphon replied.

Nate frowned at him. "Then why do you prefer humans? And why do you always undress them?"

"It's not obvious? Human skin is so slippery when it's wet," he purred, rubbing his weakly-kicking belly. "They slide down so nicely." He licked the drool from his beak, then pierced his keg and took a quick swallow. "I wonder what's on TV..."

Nate sat up, watching the gryphon's belly sway as he plodded over beside the couch. The bulge twitched one last time as beer flooded down over the woman inside, but it soon went still. "So why do you only eat women?" Nate asked, as the television clicked on and sound flooded the cave. He waited, but the gryphon's head didn't turn. Nate sighed, and made himself comfortable in front of the television.

The cave was almost empty, furnished more for Nate's benefit than for the gryphon's. The most distinctive feature was a huge pile of furs near the back of the cave, a product of the gryphon's uneasy truce with his backwoods "neighbors". Other than that was a small futon for Nate's occasional overnight visits, a fridge for the occasional non-living snacks, a couch, a television, and a few batteries connected to some solar panels outside. Nate lounged on the couch and the gryphon sat beside it, his furred paws warm on the smooth stone floor.

They were silent for a few minutes, watching the humans onscreen going through the motions of some generic game show. When the commercial break came up, Nate fidgeted, then turned to the gryphon beside him. "So what did you do before I got here?"

"Eh?" the gryphon muttered, his eyes fixated on the bare flesh on display in a beer commercial. "Not much. Stared at the sunset. Flew around. Lots of hunting."

"Is that all? I always thought you--"

The gryphon's eyes darted briefly over to meet Nate's. "And what would you do all day if you didn't have a TV?" His eyes returned to the screen. "Used to guard the territory, but there isn't much competition these days."

"Did you ever... meet a female gryphon?"

"'Course. And they always had mates of their own." The gryphon shuffled uncomfortably. "Always been more males than females. Used to be competition, fighting for our territory or fighting amongst ourselves. Now the only ones who keep their territory are the ones who keep hidden. And the females have their pick of the best males there are. And the rest of us are shit outta luck."

He took a long swallow, and Nate turned his head away. It was an awkward subject, and he should have known that, but anything he said now would just make it worse. They watched together in silence, but Nate slunk off to bed at the end of the episode. The gryphon watched on, drinking, hardly seeming to notice the difference between commercials and the show.

* * * * *

He woke in the early dawn, the sky an anemic blue and still darker than not. It was too early to be up, and too cold as well, but his half-conscious mind forced his eyes half-open, beckoning to some primal need. Each breath, filtered hot through his thick fur, was laced with the scent of his own arousal. And his belly, as he lay curled up in his own warmth, was gurgling away immediately next to his ear.

He could feel it, almost... the stomach muscles tightening around the loose form within, churning what used to be a human into a bioavailable nutrient slurry.

The contents were long since deceased... and probably half beer, anyhow. But the sound stirred something in him, something that emerged out of him at an increasing pace, as his drowsy consciousness contemplated her fate.

She had gone down nude, without even any ropes to impede her slippery descent. He salivated copiously when he anticipated a large meal, and she certainly would have been lubricated from head to toe by the time she reached his stomach. He felt her curled form wriggling inside him for five to ten minutes, a tantalizingly short time in which to enjoy the sensation of her struggles, but in his dreamlike state he remembered it as clearly as if it were still happening. Curled up like that, slippery juices working their way over every curve... into every... crevice...

She must have enjoyed it, he thought. I've had some that do. She was so active in there, especially near the end... she had plenty of time to rub one out. How could she resist one last chance to pleasure herself, before she became my meal? Her last orgasm, inside me...

By now he was nuzzling into his groin, his semi-hard cock rubbing slick paths against his curved beak. He licked at it once or twice, carefully avoiding the sharp edges of his beak, but it was only a tease. He rolled onto his back, foreclaws plunging immediately between his legs, and began humping languidly. He could no longer hear the gurgling in his belly, but its weight and fullness swayed with every movement. His cock slid between his slick talons and his protruding gut, and he allowed his imagination to take him back to that first time on the hill.

He had never had a female before... at least not in the sexual sense. Her body was too small to accept him fully, but it squeezed tightly over the tip of his tapered penis, and her sweat-soaked thighs caressed its length. Her body squirmed against his belly in trapped animal panic, but every small blow reminded them both of how weak she was, how helpless...

His head lolled, letting his panting beak rest against the cool stone floor, and giving no more consideration to remaining quiet. His paws moved faster, a coating of precum only slightly slicking his rough claws. He remembered holding her down, feeling her soft curves under those claws. There was no temptation to tear at her, as he would with some other meal. He enjoyed tasting the hot blood of a deer, slitting it open to expose its warm flesh, but a human's flesh was already exposed and ready for him. He could hold her down, caress her, even swallow her, and enjoy her helpless struggles all throughout.

It was lust, no doubt. The way he needed to feel her, touch her all over, even consume her... it was a fascination with one's prey entirely unbecoming to a reasonable predator. It was a fetish. Even the swallowing itself was a sexual act, he realized, and in his half-awake mindset he saw no reason not to embrace that truth. He was already enamored of human women... why not let it be explicitly sexual, as well as predatory?

This thought crossed his mind without need of words, and he at once felt secure in his desires. He wanted to fuck human women, and he let himself fantasize about it, imagining his slick claws to be the welcoming tunnel of some eager lover. Some part of him winced, but was quickly forgotten as his lust built to its peak. His stomach gurgled once more, and once more he imagined the nude female body within. Not just the fact of it, but her form, her curves, her lubricated skin. His body coating hers, touching her inside and out. Her legs opening for him, welcoming him, eager to be taken before being swallowed.

His feet touched the wall of the cave, toes curling, as he lost himself to orgasm. Thick ropes of seed splashed onto his fur, some reaching the small feathers of his neck. He huffed, almost moaning from the feeling of sweet release. He was lost in it, relishing each sticky splash upon his chest, and hardly realizing that Nate was still present.

He fell silent, listening, as his muscles slowly unknotted. Semen sunk into the fur of his chest, merging into a sticky mess that would take ages to wash out. He waited for Nate to make a sound, sure that he had woken or heard, and cursing himself for forgetting... but there was only silence. Finally, just as he was almost convinced that Nate slept, he picked up a faint slapping sound from Nate's corner. The gryphon rolled his eyes, and rolled over to snatch a few more hours of sleep.

* * * * *

"Hirsch?" Nate whispered, a few minutes after the cave at last fell silent. The gryphon mumbled noncommittally, keeping his eyes closed. "I was wondering," Nate continued, sounding uncertain, "...I want to try something."

"I'm not gay," the gryphon groaned, "and how many times do I have to say it?"

"C'mon, man, me neither. I wasn't... This weekend, I mean. There's a party this weekend, over by the lake. Way out in the middle of the woods."

"I doubt I've been invited."

"...but we could crash it. You know."

The gryphon frowned. "I don't know, as it turns out. And whatever you have in mind, I'm not interested in showing my face before a roomful of humans. And I can't eat them all."

"I mean you could be nearby," Nate said. "It'll be so much easier--I won't have to find a girl who'll follow me out into the woods... I just have to get one outside."

"You want me to approach a large group of humans just because you're too lazy to put in the effort?"

"And what effort do you put in?" Nate shot back, sounding hurt. "But it's just faster, anyway. You don't have to wait a month until the next time... we can do it in two days."

Hirsch pondered, and Nate waited eagerly as he considered the idea. It wasn't the best plan, but they had never put much stock in plans before. There was only so much time a man could spend luring women to their doom before it caught up to him, and Hirsch was already becoming uncomfortable with staying so long in one hunting ground, let alone trusting a human to keep the secret. Something would have to change... and if that change brought his meal so much earlier, all the better.

The morning's excitement and desires were still fresh in his mind, and though temporarily sated, he could already feel a growing urge to explore these desires more fully.

* * * * *

The weekend had arrived, and Nate found himself hiding in the dark woods, watching for any stray observers as he made his way nearer to the party. The guests were mostly inside, but a dozen or so stood scattered around the grounds, mingling near the grill or pissing on trees. The party was on the verge of ending, but the guests outside were ready to stay as long as it continued. He hid nearby, hoping to approach casually enough to blend in, but after several long minutes trying to get up the nerve, he saw a woman leave the group and head into the trees.

He crouched low to the ground, sure that any movement would be noisy, and tried to shield himself from either her view or the party's. She picked her way carefully in heels, looking back frequently, and headed for somewhere fully out of view of the main group. She went beyond Nate's position and continued walking, and Nate watched stock-still until she stopped.

He stood to walk as soon as she was behind a tree, staying out of sight and attempting to be quiet, but he still made a fair amount of noise, particularly as he approached her position. She stepped impatiently out from behind the tree as he neared, holding her unbuttoned pants up up with one hand, ready to chide another guest for peeping. Nate was already a few feet away by the time she saw him, and her confused look had only a second to turn to fear as he rushed the last few steps, reaching out to clasp his arm over her mouth.

He succeeded in silencing her, and bruised her arms as his other hand dragged her towards a nearby clearing. He glanced furtively around, panicked, and hurled her to the ground as soon as they were in place. She fought him violently, but his eagerness and desperation gave him strength. He followed her to the ground, pinning her body with his own, and met her frightened eyes with a manic smile.

He immediately tugged at her pants with one hand, and within seconds his fingers were beneath the waistband of her panties. His frantic attempts to slide them down to her knees succeeded only in tearing the delicate fabric, but the result was the same. He ground his hips against her exposed pussy, and soon began fumbling at his own belt with one hand.

Hirsch waited uncertain in the shadows, wondering what Nate was up to. Rape wasn't really his thing... he'd always been content to let the gryphon handle any violence. Even now, he wasn't doing a very good job of it--she was still pinned underneath him, but he fumbled quite a bit trying to enter her, and she put up a good fight. At any moment now she was going to remember to make noise, and he couldn't snatch her up with Nate still on top of her. Then Nate finally penetrated her, and lay back down upon her body with a relieved sigh.

"Hirsch..." he moaned, holding the woman's arms down at her sides. His hips moved slowly, savoring the hot tightness of her unwilling entrance, and he panted heavily as he tried to get the words out. "Do it now."

The gryphon stepped hesitantly forward, emerging from the darkness behind them. His mouth watered, and he looked for his chance to snap her up, but Nate was still very much in the way.

Nate paused, groaning in internal conflict, and forced himself to say it out loud. "Eat me, Hirsch." His body relaxed, though he still held the woman tightly, and he let his eyes drift closed. "Swallow us both."

The gryphon's eyes went wide. For all his perversions, seeing Nate go this far was a surprise. He was clearly out of his mind with lust, but speaking the words only seemed to inflame his passion. Hirsch hesitated, not wanting to lose the reliable source of delicacies that he had come to expect over the last few months. He also worried at having a male in his stomach, particularly Nate... they would undoubtedly be having sex in there, the thought of which left Hirsch with mixed feelings at best. But his appetite was already yearning, and he found himself inclined to put his hesitations aside. It was only a few seconds that he paused, with Nate quivering eagerly at his feet, before his open beak yawned towards them.

Nate shook as he felt that hot breath descend, struggling to keep from cumming immediately. He kissed the woman beneath him, almost on impulse, and felt her jaw slacken as the gryphon's maw came into view. Mute with shock, she only stared as Hirsch picked up both their legs and fed them into his beak. Nate held her arms to her sides, but her body was now entirely limp, and any attempt at a scream had now become nothing more than a petrified whimper. A moist tongue cupped their lower bodies, dripping with lubricating saliva, and very soon their legs were sucked into the hot embrace of his throat.

Nate continued pumping away, eyes held tightly closed to better appreciate the sensations of being swallowed. He could hardly even admit it to himself, but each gulp twinged some desire in him, some deeply felt submission to the great creature that hungered for his body. As much as he wanted mastery over those women he had lured, as much as he yearned to see them used and devoured, to become in body and soul nothing but the disposable object of some superior creature's desires... some part of him could now admit that he wanted to be in their place. More than that--he wanted to join them, to be as desirable to the gryphon as they clearly were. He wanted to be the object of his affections, in a way that was supremely bestial and literally all-encompassing.

He wanted to be his meal.

The fact that he was penetrating a woman was almost an afterthought by this point. All that his mind could focus on was the heat of the gryphon's throat as it rose up his body, the humidity increasing as he made his way further into his maw, the beak's sharp edges occluding the starlight as it rose to surround him. The feeling of muscles tightly pulsing around his legs, rippling down them to tug him bodily into the beast's hot throat. The knowledge that even screams of protest might now be too late to contest the gryphon's piqued hunger. The knowledge of how many had gone down this throat before, none to return.

He let out a low groan, and let the sensations of orgasm swallow him up.

The heat by now had reached his hips, and he couldn't help but draw a parallel between the rippling tightness surrounding his cock and that surrounding the rest of him. He didn't think too deeply on the metaphor, but the lust flooding his mind was amplified by every physical sensation that aroused him. He lay twitching in the gryphon's mouth, spilling his seed deep into the woman's body. Each spurt came as strong as the last, an unflagging arousal fueled by the satisfaction of long-hidden desires.

Hirsch closed his beak around them, sucking up the saliva that flooded around the humans and sending it coursing over their bodies and down his throat. His tongue molded around the woman's backside, curling over and around her body, as he gently suckled on them both. Pungent fluids trickled out from between them, dripping tantalizing flavors onto his tongue. With their legs almost fully inside his throat, it was difficult to keep them from slipping further while his eager tongue squirmed over their salty bodies.

The gryphon's closed beak was devoid of air. The hard palate pressed uncomfortably into Nate's back, the tongue squished in on him from all sides, and the woman's slippery body writhed weakly against his front. Nearly insensible after the forceful orgasm had subsided, he held his breath and wallowed in the intensity of physical sensations washing over him. Each swallow was more powerful than the last, rippling sensually down his bare body and tugging him that much further into the gryphon's ravenous gullet.

His hips had reached the entrance to the gryphon's throat, and the woman's right alongside them. Their combined diameter was greater than any one meal Hirsch had swallowed before, and the sheer bulk of meat he was devouring made Hirsch groan from his indulgence. Very soon he was groaning for another reason, as it became rapidly clear that the meal was just too big. Another peristaltic tug slid their conjoined hips fully into his throat, bringing a sharp pain as his esophagus stretched to its very limit. He whimpered, eyes welling with tears. Before his throat could prepare for another swallow, he grasped desperately at his beak with both claws, tugging at the humans within.

Nate's mind was lost in submission and drowning in pleasure. His eyes remained tightly closed, cheek resting on the woman's saliva-soaked chest, moving only enough to take a slow breath of the humid air. His orgasm was near its end, cock still idly twitching, but he made no move to escape, or even raise his head up. He was not yet recovered enough to think rationally, but his foggy mind was well aware of his fate, and welcomed it. The gryphon's gagging felt pleasant from the inside, but the intrusion of the gryphon's claws was enough to break his reverie.

The claws grasped blindly, taking hold of one of the woman's arms, and pulled away almost as soon as they had arrived. Nate gasped, his still-sensitive cock tugged free of its cozy home, and before he knew it he was face-first on the gryphon's tongue. He moaned halfheartedly, barely risen from his stupor, but the warm cushion of the gryphon's tongue was even more inviting than a woman's body, and the throat was gulping at him with renewed vigor. He couldn't see where the woman had gone, and Hirsch's claws made no attempt to return for him. Within a few seconds he was chest-deep in the gryphon's gullet, the compression of his rippling esophagus making it hard to keep his breath. He came fully awake now, with the entirety of the gryphon's beak stretching in front of him, and nothing to grasp on the tapering tunnel of flesh that led to his gut. He took one last breath of somewhat-fresh air, seeing the dim starlight peering in past the damp blackness of the maw. He exhaled, a soft whimper escaping with his last breath, and let himself plunge into the gryphon's hungry gullet.

The tender throat flesh felt almost liquid as it rippled around him, flooding into every corner and crevice of his body. It squeezed his limbs tight against him, choked the last bits of air from his lungs, and sent waves of pressure pounding down the length of his body. He had seen the lumps prey made in the gryphon's throat, barely visible through the thick fur and feathers. He had wondered at the spaciousness of the gryphon's gullet, to fit them inside with so little evidence of their bulk showing through. The truth, he found, was that the prey were forced by pure strength into what little space the passage afforded. A meal his size took incredible force to fit down the gryphon's gullet, and Nate's ribs creaked with the strain of it. He gasped in pain, the slick tube around him squeezing hard enough to empty his lungs. His diaphragm spasmed, spurred by panic to inhale even with nothing but saliva surrounding him, but his chest was unable to expand against the strength of the gryphon's throat.

His state of blissful submission crumbled, overwhelmed by his body's reflex to flee from the brink of death. He struggled mightily, muscles working harder than he knew they could, but failed to even slow his descent. Stars sparked in his vision, disorienting in the darkness, and he knew he had only a few moments left. With his lungs void of air and his body under immense pressure, he slipped into unconsciousness before he could reach the stomach.

Hirsch regarded the woman before him, soaked and cowering in a puddle of thick saliva. She trembled in shock, clearly terrified, but unable to take her eyes off of the fantastical creature towering over her. The only thought running through her mind was the unreality of the situation... and a fear, deep in the back of her mind, that if this wasn't real--if the maneating gryphon were some hallucination--the reality of her situation must be unimaginably horrid.

She wanted to run from it, turn tail and scream and at least maybe get to somewhere public before it snatched her up. If she drew a crowd, someone could go for help. At least someone would see how she died... But her fear wouldn't allow her to turn around. She could barely blink, afraid of letting it out of her sight for even a second. As long as it was in front of her, staring into her with those curiously intelligent eyes, it wasn't lunging at her with its huge ripping beak. As long as her eyes weren't closed, the monster wasn't sneaking up on her. As long--

"Listen, girl."

She pissed herself, drawing back into a fetal position and burying her face against her legs. Hirsch had knelt towards her, opening his beak to speak. He paused, surprised at her reaction, and grinned. She had the scent of fear all over her, the trembling helplessness of a meal that knew its fate too surely to fight. He sniffed her, even letting himself trace his tongue along her sweat-dappled back, but resisted the almost insurmountable desire to gorge himself on her body. He breathed heavily, his beak hovering above her to enjoy a few more moments of her whimpering terror. Then he withdrew, speaking softly, and repeating himself until she regained enough sense to understand his words.

"Get up, human. I'm not going to eat you."

She finally lifted her head. She was oddly calm after the initial fear had passed, though she remained convinced that she would be the next to slide down the monster's gullet. The conviction itself was oddly soothing: if no escape was possible, then there was simply nothing to be done. She sat up to face him, now shameless and impatient in the midst of her shock.

"No really, I won't. I've got a proposition for you," Hirsch said, thinking on his feet. "How'd you like to see another scumbag get what's coming to him?" He put on what he hoped was a convivial expression, and wondered offhand if Nate could hear him from in there.

The woman blinked, uncertain at first what the gryphon was referring to. Then she remembered, though it seemed preposterous that she could have forgotten, that the night's unpleasantness had not begun with the gryphon. The thought hadn't occurred to her at the time, but it was true that the gryphon had intervened, if a bit late... and saved her. Is...

"Is that why you're here?" she asked. "Do you just go around rescuing--"

"I'm no superhero." Hirsch feigned nonchalance--poorly, but the woman was hardly likely to notice. "I just don't like to eat people who don't deserve it."

"...but you do like to eat people?"

"This is my first time running across something like this..." Hirsch continued, ignoring her pointed question. "And I kinda liked it. But I can't just go flying around all the time hoping to stumble on criminals. If you wanted to help me out... and if you know any unpleasant people you'd like to see taken off the streets..." He leaned closer, taking on a conspiratorial whisper, and hoping he wasn't just making a fool out of himself. "Maybe we could help each other out?"

She almost laughed at the absurdity of it. "What do you expect me to do, lure rapists out into the woods? Do you think that's how I'd like to spend my evenings? A little drinking, a little dancing, a little rape, and a little murder?"

He grinned, lowering his beak to bring his eyes in line with hers. "Well I'm sure I don't know. It takes all kinds... who am I to judge someone for what gets their rocks off?" He lifted his body, and she caught a glimpse of slick pink flesh as he turned around. "Why don't you think about it for a few days? It's an unusual offer, I know, but I doubt you'll get another one like it." He settled on his haunches, shaking out his wings to their full massive span. "I'll be back here on Wednesday, if you'd like to give it a try."

He made an impressive exit, shaking the trees with the rapid beating of his colossal wings, but little was visible from outside the clearing but a strong wind. He sailed low over the trees, vanishing from sight almost immediately, and headed well away from unsheltered ground or roads before rising into the sky. She saw him rise over the tops of the trees, but already at such a distance that he could be mistaken for a large bird. The woman crouched in the clearing, surrounded by grass matted with various fluids, and gouged by six tremendous claws. It could not possibly have been a delusion, but still she crouched, whimpering, until the immediacy of the situation had faded.

She trembled as she stood, but stood tall. A nightmare had come and gone, and it had bargained with her. It had wanted something from her. And as she walked away, looking on the world with new eyes, she knew that there was something she wanted from him.

Nate jiggled in his crop as the gryphon flew off. There was air enough inside, and Hirsch felt confident that the swallowing alone hadn't finished him off. The choice remained, then... and he had only a few minutes' flight to make up his mind. How would he proceed once he was safely back at the cave? Would the woman take him up on his offer... and did he really mean it? And would Nate be going up... or down?