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Teasing the Gryphon

The gryphon let out a low groan as his beak was crammed against the taunt royal purple fabric of Dragonien's underwear. Even through the thick, cotton fabric the scent was intense enough to leave Gnarl light headed. His eyes glazed over slightly, eyelids drooping as he reflexively went hard, not even seeming to realize it. The heat radiated against his beak and cheeks as if he were crammed against a furnace, which only furthered dull his ability to think. A soft, dopey grin spread across his face as he almost unconsciously pressed tighter into the fabric, a soft murmur of enjoyment trickling up from within his throat.

"Slut" the dragon growled out tauntingly from above, a wide, shit eating grin on his muzzle as he stared down at the suddenly lust-stricken gryphon. "All it takes is a whiff of my crotch and you suddenly can't even think straight"

Slowly the thick, muscular fingers gripping the back of the gryphons head began to push him forward, starting to roll his head back and forth. His head twisted to one side, then the other as he felt it ground against the thick tube shaped bulge of the dragon's hefty dick, even totally soft, thicker than an over-plumped bratwurst. Then the paw pressed down on the gryphons head, whos lust addled body seemed more than happy to follow the physical guidance and kneeled down a bit lower. The dragon straightened up his legs a bit, raising himself up a bit higher, until that massive bulge of meat for his crotch rose, and then simply lowered down, plopping the hefty girth of his massive underwear basket right ontop of the gryphon's face.

Gnarl could feel the intense weight pushing down on his head, literal pounds of ballsac weighing on the front of his beak and along his forehead. The scent seemed even stronger now that he was closer to the undercarriage of the dragon's junk, and the heat was all the more intense now that his head was more fully surrounded by the thick tree trunks for thighs that held up the dragon's upper body.

He tried to form words, tried to let out some sort of protest, some comment of approval, some desperate moaning plea for more, but words failed him. All that came from the gryphons beak was a lust addled, incoherent gurgling mix of a moan and a pant.

All he could see was the thick purple cotton of the dragon's boxer briefs. All he could smell was the powerful, mind numbingly intense musk of the dragon's crotch. All he could feel was that powerful heat radiating from the basket of the dragons groin. And all he could taste, was the faint sheen of sweat that had trickled through his underwear during the day, which only made the scent seem that much more intense now that it was on his tongue as well as inside of his nostrils.

Gnarl was his.

If his words didn't say it, his demeanor did. All it took was a light nudge or tug from the dragons paw to get him moving subconsciously. All it would take to spring him into action were a few words. To think all it took to turn the normally teasing, if a bit nervous gryphon into a totally subservient cock-slave was to stuff his face right against your dick.

All gnarl could think about was sex. All that his body could feel was sex. His dick was rock hard, his sense overloaded with the presence of the powerful dragon towering overhead. Somewhere in the back of his head, Gnarl's conscious brain was screaming for him to snap out of it, trying to convince himself that this was degrading, and he needed to stop letting the dragon control him like this. But instead, all the Gryphon could do was keep grinning dopily, and press his muzzle harder up underneath those two massive softballs for the dragon's nuts.

"So many things to do with a little slutty Gryphie like you" Gnarl could hear him rumble out from above, though with his head crammed where it was he could see nothing but the purple covering the dragon's junk. "Could just leave you under there, let my sack rest on your head all night while I watch tv" he rumbled softly, that paw on the back of the gryphons head starting to roll it back and forth again. "Could just rip your clothes off, and stick you in that miniskirt I've been saving in my closet for you..." And again the paw pulled forward, stuffing the gryphon's head deeper under his junk, closer to his taint. "Or maybe ill just put you in that blue thong I bought you and put your collar back on, and lead you by the leash down to the gym, so you can stand there and look pretty for me while I work out, like the good little bitch you are..." He growled with finality. He gave one last firm shove to the gryphon's head, before abruptly pulling back on it, sending Gnarl tumbling back away from the dragon and back onto his ass.

Freed so abruptly from the dragons powerful grip, and the intense prescience of that massive package, fresh air began to fill the gryphon's lungs again. His thinking started to clear a bit, though was still laced heavily with the lusty after effects of that powerful scent. Slowly his head rose, eyes trailing across the plump spheres of muscle for his calfs, across the thick logs of muscle for his thighs. Up to that massive, bulging package of his, pressing obscenely against the front of his underwear. Further his gaze rose, past the dragon's bar washboard of a 6 pack, across the two plump steaks of muscle for his pectorals, up to that widely grinning, devious looking muzzle.

Though that wasn't what got Gnarl's attention. It was what was in the dragon's paw. Slowly swinging with soft flicks of his wrist, the dragon was twirling a thick black leather leash. And hanging from the end of the leash, was a matching black leather collar, with a polished silver nameplate sewn into the front of it. If Gnarl looked close enough, he could just make out the word engraved in it during the midswing

SLUT

" Now C'mere Gnarl... we've gotta put your new collar on before you go out..."

The End...?