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Dragon Cream Filled Gryphon

What a terrible, miserable day I was having! A gryphon has to eat, and the season had been less than kind to me. Winter was nearing its end and most of the creatures in the area that I considered edible had learned to avoid me. That's what I get for showing off my kills.

As the day droned on, a blizzard started up, whiting out the landscape, blinding me to anything more than fifteen meters away. Needless to say, I was virtually flightless, so I needed to find someplace to hide for the night. Like any self-respecting gryphon, the first place I found that I felt was good enough was a cave with a low-hanging opening. Gryphons love caves and clifftops; some of us even love particularly comfy nests resting in the tallest branches of the biggest trees! But for now, in this weather, a cave was the best option. My feathers and fur would do plenty to keep me warm as long as I could protect myself from the wind and snow.

Careful to keep my wings tight against my body, I trekked through the forest until I was able to poke my head into the cave, letting out a shrill vocalization to test the depths of the cave. As the echoes returned to me, I came to see that it was not a small cave, b ut not particularly large, either. It would do.

Squeezing in through the narrow opening, I arched my back and tugged my entire body in, shaking the snow and sleet off my back as my skin tingled, standing all my fur and feathers on end to insulate me.

Yes, this would do.

Conjuring up what little energy I had left in my tired, hungry body, I ignited a small flame in front of me to see the cave better. The walls were covered in mosses and vines, and the floor had bones and sticks scattered all over the place.

Bones.

Must be some predator here that feasts on the creatures, same as me. Most creatures would immediately flee a cave like this, especially with such ominous warnings, but I was a gryphon. I feared no creature. Even in my weakened state, only a dragon could overpower me, and there were never dragons this far north at this time of year; they may be warm blooded, but those scales absorb the cold like steel! A bear, a Jurake, anything else would just end up being my meal.

I should have been worried, instead I was eager to be confronted by whatever called this cave its home. My thought processes weren't what most would expect out of a gryphon., or any beast for that matter.

Keeping the tiny flame alight a meter in front of my beak, I got a good look around the cave to see if I could find whatever it was that lived here. I took in a deep inhalation, and no scent tickled my nares. I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing, and smelled nothing; logically, it was fair to assume I was alone, so I let my flame disappear in a puff of smoke as I laid down and curled up into a ball. I nuzzled my own beak up into the crook between my belly and back leg, tail curled up around my neck and forelegs. My wing splayed out just a bit to cover my head and neck.

I was very, very comfortable and warm. Thanks to that, I fell asleep almost instantly, dreaming of tomorrow.

Just as my mind had begun to race, I was abruptly woken up by the sounds of rocks collapsing in a pile nearby. Jerking my head around, I blinked and ignited another ball of flame to ignite the room, and that's when I saw the owner of the cave staring right at me.

It was a massive, black-scaled dragon with menacing neck plates and thick silver plated horns. His teeth were bared and the little bit of light flickering off his dents showed that he was sporting royal purple flesh, only only on his gums, but also in the bits of flesh between black and silver scales. He was wingless but easily four times my size.

If I was fed and alert, I could have taken him, but in my deprived state I couldn't do anything to stop him when he lunged forward and pinned me to the ground with his massive, powerful front legs.

I tried to let out a pained screech, but he was squeezing the air out of my lungs! I squirmed and wriggled and tried to bite at his foot, but I was too weak to resist.

Knowing he had me trapped, he kept his one foot on my back, spinning his body around to position his form behind me. I figured he just liked his prey to go down feet first, but I was shocked to feel him pressing his belly down against me, his foot still square on my back.

My mind was scatterbrained; I had absolutely no idea what he was doing to me. Was he crushing me? Did he somehow think I was his offspring and he was trying to keep me warm? I was trying to formulate a theory about my predicament when the answer stabbed me in the back. Well, I was certainly stabbed in the back, but it wasn't by a philosophical idea, just a beast of pure carnal lust.

As he forced his body down on mine, I could feel his massive draconic member sliding out from between his legs, growing heavy and moist on my back, the ridges on its underside digging into my flesh right through my rump fur. His thrusts were shallow but powerful, and the shape of his cock actually scratched my back; an oddly pleasant sensation in spite of my position.

I felt his front foot slowly alleviate pressure from my back; he was testing me to see if I tried to escape. I knew better than to bolt, he was between me and the only exit I knew about, and deep inside I knew that if I resisted he'd get violent, but if I cooperated, maybe he'd let me off with a gentle rape. Regardless, my decision was clear: Let him do his thing then maybe slip out as he's recovering stamina.

Having decided to fulfil my role as dragoness, I arched my back and lifted my tail, exposing my round, meaty pucker to his advances. I could tell he received and understood my invitation because he completely let his weight off me, and he backed up a bit to reposition his swinging, heavy rod of flesh.

I couldn't see a thing that was going on behind me but I could feel it.

He tried to aim his pointed and ridged rod at my rump, but missed a few times before finding its mark. The first time it went below me, rubbing against my belly and between my legs - it was so big it actually rubbed against BOTH inner thighs, and I had my hind legs splayed out for ease of access! His second attempt had him overcompensating, his massive weapon missing its mark and rubbing against my back. After that his thrusts were shallower, prodding against the sides of my tail a few times before his pointed tip hit right at the bullseye of my pucker.

Once his arrow hit its mark, he paused to shift his legs for a thrust. I closed my eyes in preparation; I knew a cock bigger than my leg would not to kind things to me or my backside, so I was prepared.

Much to my delight, he didn't just jerk his body tight and dig his claws into my hips, which would have buried him to the hilt in one violent attack; instead, he simply leaned into me, wiggling his hips back and forth as his pointed tip slowly disappeared into me in short, abrupt jerks. As he wiggled and swayed, bucking his hips gently, an inch after an inch made its way into me. I was pleased to feel that, despite his gnarly feeling cock shaft ridges, the flesh slid into me with relative ease.

It also helped that my skin was stretchy, thanks in part to my serpentine heritage.

The super-thick, pulsating rod of flesh forced itself deeper into me with every passing second, and rather than resist, I actually felt myself leaning back, digging my claws and talons into the hard rock floor to get traction. I, too, was swaying my hips back and forth to catch just a little bit more of his fluids on my tender hole, letting it slide in.

As my heart raced, my adrenaline going from terror to pleasure, I felt my own barbed tip slip out from its confines into the cold cave air. Of course, the pressure from the dragon's ridged member pressing out and stretching my backside out as wide as it did certainly didn't help recede my own excitement. In fact, it heightened it!

I couldn't stand that feeling, like I was being reamed so wonderfully by a feral, dominant beast and not getting off to it, so I let myself go. After a few pleasured lurches, I felt the partially inflated bulge of my knot pop out from my meaty slit, letting my entire shaft bob and sway with my every motion. It slapped gently against my inner thigh, then to the other, as I tried to wiggle and push myself onto the dragon's member.

A few more gentle thrusts, and I could feel the large ridges poking out from my belly; I reached up to feel it and it was amazingly well defined. I knew that's when I'd blow. A bulge in the belly is something to truly behold!

I gaped my beak open and let out a powerful scree as I leaned back, feeling one ridge after another pop into me, his massive shaft stretching not only my rump hole and canal, but my belly skin and every other part of me as it filled me beyond my brim. I kept pushing back until no more ridges would fit inside me, and I could feel his surprisingly warm and soft slit flesh pressing against my taint and the underside of my tail. His cock was throbbing heavily not just with each heart beat, but also thanks to the muscle contractions that pumped the beginnings of his seed into me.

I clamped my backside down as hard as I could, wiggling and pulling as I did so; as I tugged, his last ridge caught on the inside of my ring of flesh, and he went wild!

First he let out a loud roar, then he pressed his entire body down on me, squishing me again before wrapping his front foot around my body, picking me up right off my feet, letting gravity keep me sitting comfortably on his cock! With me cradled, he bucked his hips and pushed me down as best he could, his roar straining into a grunt as his cock exploded into me, filling me with every inch of his seed.

The warmth and sensation of the hot fluid permeating my every inch coaxed my own eruption, splattering many gobs of potent avian cum all over the damp, musty cave floor. The scents mixed in a surprisingly pleasant bouquet, but I didn't get to enjoy it for long. Just as I was taking in a deep sample of the musk, relishing the sensation of dragon cock slowly deflating inside me, bits of draconic seed seeping out of my backside, a fleshy tube wrapped around my beak and face, a rim of teeth clamping down on my neck and upper chest.

Before I had even a moment to contemplate what was happening, the powerful beast yanked me off his cock, spraying an arc of cum from my backside as he tossed me up in the air, catching me between his jaws and clamping down, the powerful contractions of his throat pushing me in deeper, despite my wings, tail, and hind legs still hanging out of the sides of his maw.

I flailed about inside, trying to gain some traction to back up, but even my claws slid uselessly down the beast's powerful throat flesh; even if I got a grip, his mouth was too strong to power my way backwards out of.

Sighing with disbelief, I submitted myself to the hungry drake, curling up into a ball in his throat and pressing my front legs tight against my chest. Leera had done this to me enough times, I knew the drill.

But he didn't have the slightest bit of compassion for me. He just threw his head back and gulped me down, forcing me through his gullet into his belly; his flesh was much tighter than the serpentine gullet I was used to, but that actually kind of made it a bit more fun, exotic, foreign.

One final lurch of his neck, twisting and contracting his throat muscles, and I felt myself slide into the relatively open cavern that was his belly, plopping down into the juices that were coating his walls and converging in a puddle inside.

I could feel him moving around me, hear the gurgling of his digestive tract, and I could even feel and hear the beat of his heart just inches away. He was walking around in a circle, gulping down to keep me in his belly before lying down, squishing me inside.

No worries, Leera had taught me how to get out of a situation like this. I just needed to bide my time and hope my oxygen reserves didn't run out before I traversed his digestive tract to emerge out his other end.

Clearly I made it out, I'm telling you this tale, aren't I? Let's just say I didn't enjoy the mess nearly as much as the party, if you get my drift.