Gryphon's Sonnet
#3 of Minstrel's Song
Legal Stuff: Kiana, Isabella, and Flint are © to me. Not intended for those under the age of 18, have fun spanking it.
Kiana murred softly as she cleaned up a table, having just gotten done with the breakfast rush. Her golden feathers glimmered in the morning light, seeming to catch and hold onto the sun's rays. She wore a fairly plain, inexpensive set of skirts and a blouse, both a faded blue color. Under the clothing, she had tan fur to match her golden feathers. Her body was fairly slim but still had a little bit of meat on it thanks to having to work for a living. Sure she wasn't a noble or anything, but the gryphoness was perfectly happy working as a waitress in the tavern. It fed her, clothed her, she met all kinds of interesting travelers, and best of all was the fact that she got to hear Flint sing. When they weren't having the annual fair in the town, Flint could often be found here singing and spinning tales for the travelers to hear. Just the thought of that dracogryph sent a shiver of joy up her spine and drew a murr from her beak.
As if summoned by her thinking, a pair of arms wrapped around her body and a familiar voice cooed in her ear, "Thinking of me again?" She almost melted back into Flint's arms with a coo and a nod. He chuckled and nipped her eartuff, tugging it lightly, "Well if you are thinking that hard about it, why don't you meet me out in the usual spot?"
She looked back at him and gasped, "But I'm on shift, I can't just leave."
He cooed and preened her neck, making her knees almost give out as she groaned at the feeling. Chuckling, he nudges her eartuff again, "Go ask Arzon, I'm sure she'll give you a break if you ask for it." And as quick as he wrapped his arms around her, he was gone, blending into the crowd. She panted and looked for him, feeling her body getting aroused just from that brief contact. They had sex on many occasions, and their 'usual spot' for when she was at work was an old room inside a warehouse.
Blushing, the gryphoness adjusted her skirts and stuck her head into the kitchen. "Arzon, mind if I take a little break?"
The older gryphoness looked up from a pot of stew, "Well you have been working your tail off around here, I'm actually surprised you haven't passed out on us yet, going to sleep late in the night and waking up before dawn to help me with cooking. Go on and take a couple hours to enjoy the fair, it only comes around once a year."
The younger gryphoness giggled and chirped, "I will, but I might go home and catch some sleep before coming back." With that, she headed out into the crowd at a near-run.
Flint smiled as he stood in the shadows inside the warehouse; his instruments packed away in a corner. The place was still used by a few of the town's merchants, so there were plenty of crates. Up above was a catwalk and an office where the warehouse's supervisor was suppose to stay. But that had long ago been abandoned and left to gather dust. Growing up around here, he and Kiana had played in the building many times and been run off by the supervisor. So he found it slightly ironic that the warehouse lost its supervisor roughly around the time the two of them began to experiment with sex. He couldn't count the times the two of them had snuck up into the office and spent hours up there fooling around.
Speaking of which, his eartuff flicked as he heard a door open and close, a figure creeping across the floor and looking around. The windows were dirty and didn't let in much light even this early in the day, which put most gryphons at a disadvantage here. He smiled, thanking his mother for passing her sight on to him, watching the gryphoness walk over to the stairs and begin to climb them. Murring, he crept along behind her as she fiddled with the lock they had broken ages ago, pulling it off the door. Stepping inside, she looked around for him, wondering where he was.
Slipping up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her chest with one paw and her crotch with the other. Fondling her through her clothing, Flint cooed, "Looking for me?" He smiled as the gryphoness let out a gasp and pushed back into his body, her hips already bucking against his paw. She didn't have any breasts, unlike the dragoness he spent the night before with, but her chest was still sensitive.
She groaned and nodded her head, "Yes, I didn't see you and got worried, Master." He smiled at her and cooed softly. They had seen a slaver come into where Kiana worked years ago and Flint found himself talking with the person later in the night. It had revealed some very interesting things, especially when the slaver invited him back to his room for some consensual fun with one of his slaves. Of course he told Kiana all about it and then discovered that she loved it.
He murred and spun her around, looking into her eyes as he hissed, "Did the girl doubt that her Master would be here when he told her to meet him here?" Her beak worked a moment, but she just lowered her head, taking it as all part of the fun. He murred at her and nudged her neck, "Undress Master while he thinks of how to deal with girl's doubts."
Nodding, she slid her paws down his body to untie several ties on the back of his shirt, freeing it to slide over his wings. Flint stood there, murring softly, as she pulled his shirt off and cooed to herself. Stepping back, she neatly folded his shirt and set it on an old crate before kneeling and working on his pants. She didn't touch her own clothing yet, because she hadn't been told to yet. For a strong-willed gryphoness that wouldn't hesitate to give someone a piece of her mind, something about Flint ordering her around just drove her wild. When she pulled his pants down, she gasped as she saw his gryphon cock dangling from his male slit. Leaning forward, she rubbed her smooth beak against its surface with a soft coo as she tugged his pants down and removed them. She began to stand up with his trousers in hand, but he stopped her with a murr. "Use your beak on Master's cock."
Her heart almost stopped as she murred in joy, gazing at the wonderful length. She had been with dragons, she had been with gryphons, and she had been with several other species, but none of the males could quite turn her own like Flint. Opening her beak wide, she leaned in and rubbed her dry tongue against his shaft, working from his genital slit down to his pointed tip. When she reached that, the gryphoness tilted her head back and began to take it into her beak and down into her crop. Flint murred as he watched her playing with his cock, the piece of meat quickly fills with blood for her. A slight smile formed on his beak as he wondered if she ever guessed that he had two cocks. He'd only ever shown her the gryphon one, never the dragon one. But then again, he had always thought that the dragon cock was just a side effect of being a hybrid since it never got hard when he was with Kiana. But then years ago, he was around a dragoness and it hardened, but not his gryphon one. So it had to be something about his unique body.
Shivering, he coos as his cock gets hard, the gryphoness moving her head to keep it sheathed inside her throat. He murred, rubbing her head as she gulped and swallowed around his hardening cock. Pulling her head back a little, she started to bob her head on his shaft quickly. But he stopped her; patting her head and stepping back. Kiana blushed at how eager she was to take his cock into her crop and have him blow his load for her to savor. Standing up, she turned around as she folded his pants, putting them on top of his shirt. Her eartuffs twitched as she heard Flint moving, letting out a gasp as his paw swung and slapped her rear firmly. He smiled at her and pulled her over to a crate, bending her over it and reaching for a few straps they had modified from riding tack. Holding her hands in front of her, he flicked the padded leather over her hands and wrapped them up, securing them. Moving back, he did the same for her legs, securing them to the box's lower sides and keeping her legs spread. She looked back and panted, "Sh-shouldn't Master let Kiana undress first?"
His paw swung again, swatting her rear firmly and making her squeak, "Is Kiana questioning Master's plan?"
She shook her head and panted, feeling her juices trickle down her thighs, "No, Master! She was just curious."
Murring, he rubbed her rear through her skirt; "Good, because he has a plan for his girl." Walking over to a box, he flipped it open and smiled at her as he pulled out a specially designed gag. Moving back, he held it out to her and she opened her beak up willingly. Slipping it into her beak and around her head, he tied it off and rubbed her head feathers, making her murr. The gryphoness worked her beak a moment then settled down, eyes forward as she listened to him moving around behind her again.
Lifting up her skirt, Flint rolled it up until it sat firmly on her rear, letting him see her dripping pussy. He murred and stared at it. Her labia had swollen with her arousal and her sex lips puffed out. Her juices had even matted down the fur on her thighs and he had to fight the urge to plow her pussy till he tied and blew his load inside her. Instead he ran a finger over her sex lips, watching as she arched her back and pumped her wings a moment. "Looks like someone is aroused and wants Master's cock inside her." She nodded her head and pushed back, her tail flicking up and to the side as she presented herself. Smiling, he reached a finger up and played with her tailhole, "Did Kiana clean herself like he ordered?" Again she nodded, having gotten into the ritual of cleaning her fur and tailhole before coming to the warehouse.
He smiled and murred as he walked to the box again, "Good, but she still needs to be punished for doubting that I would be here when I said I would be." She watched him for a moment, but turned her head forward, looking at the wall as she heard him moving things around. He smiled at her, murring softly as he pulled out two things. One was a leather roll and the other was an oval-shaped wooden paddle. Tugging on the roll's ties, he flipped it open and pulled a slim brass object from a cloth bag inside it. It was about the thickness of his pointer finger, and 6 inches long and its base flared out like a trumpet's bell. He had been a bit embarrassed about requesting it from the smith at first, but then came up with the explanation that he was trying out some things with instruments. Smiling, he grabbed a cloth strip and headed back over, setting the brass object onto the crate and the paddle onto her rear. Walking up to her head, he flipped the cloth over her eyes and tied it off, blindfolding her. Kiana let out a low moan, loving it when she felt helpless like this. Her wings shifter, laying flat against the crate as she submitted to him fully.
Smiling, he picked up the paddle and inspected its surface with a critical eye, checking for any cracks or splinters that might hurt her. He had crafted this piece himself, shaping it like he would one of his instruments. Once he had the shape right, he literally spent days sanding it to a smooth surface and then lacquering it to a smooth finish. And he inspected it by sight and touch very carefully before using it each time. Walking over to a window, he pushed it open and let some light and air inside. Luckily, this window looked out into the forest, and with Kiana gagged no one would notice them up here. Lifting the paddle, he looked at its finish and cooed before rubbing it against the back of his hand. It was still as smooth as the lake on a calm day, just like when he made it.
Finally he approached the gryphoness's rear and trilled, "I think six will suffice." Flint smiled as her eartuffs dropped to pin against her skull. He knew she both hated when he paddled her, but she loved it as well. Once again, they had been careful at first and he knew her limits. The dracogryph stood at her side and swung the paddle, letting it connect with her rear and make a firm smack sound. Kiana bit into the gag as she panted, jerking with that first impact. She knew it didn't hurt right now, but as he paddled, it would get worse and worse. She knew what was coming next and relaxed as the paddle swatted her other ass cheek, making her squeak. Each time the object swatted her, she could feel a surge of the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain surge through her body. The female lost count of the impacts after just two, groaning into the gag as she pulled at the restraints.
Flint smirked as he counted them out, giving her a moment between each strike. When he finished, he glanced down and ran the edge of the paddle, which was as smooth as the face, against her pussy. He whistled, "Looks like this gryphoness is about to cum." He heard her moan through the gag in response and smiled as he set the paddle down and picked up the brass object. Rubbing it against her pussy, he slipped the cool metal toy into her. She responded by squeaking and arched her back, trying to pull away at the initial shock of chill. He worked it inside her a second before pulling it out and moving it up to press against her star. The gryphoness shivered visibly as he wiggled the juice-coated toy against her. Rocking its rounded tip slowly, he smiled and eased it in. Her spine arched as she let out a muted coo, feeling it spread her tailhole with its cool length until its wide base pushed against her. He smiled and leaned down, sniffing her pussy as he held the toy. All it took was for him to give her clit a little rub as he jiggled the toy. Her back arched as her feathers puffed out, the gryphoness trying to cry out as she climaxed. But thanks to the gag, her cry was almost completely silenced as her hips bucked and jerked madly. Her juices came out of her sex in a flood, coating her thighs heavily with her female honey.
Flint pulled his head back and grinned at the amount of her juices coating his beak as well as her thighs and crotch, "Well it looks like some body got all worked up from what Master did." He could hear her murring as she huffed through her nares, coming down from her climax. He smirked and moved to sit on a bench, letting his dragon-like tail move from side to side. "I think I'll let her cool down a moment before she gets something in her pussy." Kiana whimpered and wiggled her rear as much as she could, trying to entice him into fucking her. But Flint just smiled and lay back, rubbing his hard meat with a paw to keep it hard.
Across town Isabella was just enjoying the sights of the fair, wandering aimlessly from one stall to another. But no matter where she went, her mind always strayed back to Flint and the things he had done to her just the night before. And again that morning. A shiver traveled through her form as she thought about it, a purr breaking loose from her muzzle. The thought of that male just excited her so much, his scent, his voice, and the things he did to her. She blushed; realizing that she was becoming aroused as her thoughts strayed to the hybrid male. Rubbing her thighs together, she glanced around at everything before deciding she had done enough walking that day. Turning from the fair, she walked to the edge of the village, only stopping to grab some things she could heat up for lunch and dinner.
As she wound into the woods, the dragoness was surprised as she found herself moving steadily faster down the path. Before she knew what she was doing, she had grabbed her skirts with one paw, lifting them up as she ran. Her other hand held onto the basket as she saw the cabin and darted inside, shutting the door behind her. The dragoness was panting as she set the basket on the table and raced upstairs, stripping her clothing off. Isabella didn't know what had gotten her body so worked up and needy with desire, but she couldn't keep her mind off Flint. Slithering out of her clothing, the green female crawled onto the bed and immediately dropped her chest to the mattress.
Lifting up her tail, she reached back between her legs and trembled as she felt how wet she was. She'd had experience with playing with herself before; no female could go through heat without needing to relieve some of the need. Her fingers began to rub against her sex lips and clit as she moaned, shivering lightly. Closing her eyes, the female began to think about Flint as she inhaled his scent from the bedding. Her fingers dipped into her snatch, drawing a gasp from her as her back arched. She hadn't done this before for fear of breaking her maidenhead, but now that it was gone she had nothing to fear. Her body shuddered as she thought about Flint's cock and the brief glimpse she caught of it that morning. Even with her fingers buried inside she still felt empty inside. And she knew she was longing for Flint's cock to be buried in her snatch, pounding her, marking her as his.
Blushing at that...slutty thought, she rolled her body back into her fingers and started to move them inside her sex. Moaning, she let her other paw slide down to rub her breast as her thumb flicked over her clit. The dragoness flipped onto her back and spread her legs wide, working her fingers in and out of her vent at a furious pace as her hips jerked up. Tossing her head back, she gasped and pinched one of her nipples. Her mind was racing with the thoughts of all the things that Flint would do to her. Isabella's own imagination was coming up with images she would have never envisioned. Her and the dracogryph in various positions, her with her maw wrapped around his cock, and most embarrassing was the thought of her with a belly filled with eggs as he took her tailhole. Blushing, she groaned and moved her head to her own breast, slurping on the mound. Her teeth clenched around the nipple as her fingers dug into her g-spot, drawing out a hiss of pleasure from her. Then it happened. Throwing her head back, the dragoness let out a trembling roar as her spine arched, feeling the waves of her climax wash over her body, taking her up higher and higher in a pleasurable state.
Panting, she held the pose for a long moment, her body convulsing as the orgasmic waves flowed over her. But then it was gone, leaving her in that wonderful afterglow. Slowly she relaxed with a purr and lifted up her fingers, inspecting them curiously. Her paw lowered, letting her smell the juices that coated it, as she expected, she really couldn't much by her own scent. Maybe...her tongue flicked out and she soon found herself cleaning her fingers, trying to get every last drop of her honey off them. Once she was through, she stretched and rolled onto her side, ready for a little nap. She knew what she had to do now.
Back at the warehouse, Flint judged it to be about ten minutes later, he decided that Kiana had waited long enough. Actually, he wasn't sure about her he just knew he'd waited long enough. Rising to his feet, he padded up behind her and smiled. Kiana was still very much aroused, possibly more so with the thought that he was watching her and staring at her pussy. Careful not to touch her, he lifted his cock and barely let its pointed tip touch her snatch. In one motion, he grabbed her rear and slammed his malehood into her hard. She let out a muffled moan of joy, her feathers and fur puffing out as she felt his pole spreading her sex lips. He hissed, resisting the urge to call out in joy as her wet, hot sex gripped his meat.
Lifting up a foot, Flint planted it on a shorter crate as his paws grabbed onto the gryphoness's thighs. Jerking his hips back he immediately began to plow her at a furious pace. His thrusts made her, and the crate she was on, rock and creak as his body slammed into her. Kiana screeched through her gag and tried to push back into his rapid pounding. His gryphon-hood slipped in and out of her; the tapered shaft spreading her nice and wide as his every growing knot pushed into her. The dracogryph didn't plan to tie with her, at least not this time, but he knew she loved feeling that bulb of flesh popping in and out of her. And he knew there was one thing she enjoyed more, the feeling of his thrusts pushing that toy deeper into her.
The bound female was huffing for breath, her wings fluttering against the crate as she was fucked like the slut she was. Moaning, she clung to that though, she was Master's slut, Flint's slut, his to do with as he saw fit. His strong body pounded against hers, making the crate creak as it shifted under her. Sure, she'd been with several males (gryphon and otherwise), but something about Flint just drove her wild. She thought one aspect might be the way his scaled lower half felt as it slapped against her furred rump. It was like a delicious blend of being fucked nice and fast, and being paddled for doing something wrong. Lowering her head down, she felt him lean over and nips her firmly, that was just what she needed.
Her pussy clamped down around his cock as she screeched into the gag, thankful for it once more since it kept her vocalizations down. Her second climax hit her hard enough to drive the breath out of her body, and she just went limp as the feelings washed through her. Flint chuckled and gave her ass a firm swat, letting her feel the skin grow hot from where he hit her; "That's my gryphon bitch, cum for Master." She couldn't do anything accept lay there and take the brutal rutting. It was like heaven to her.
By now, the dracogryph's knot was popping in and out of her sex as he panted. Pausing just for a second, he undid her bindings and smiled, as she didn't move. Kiana panted, feeling herself freed, but didn't move as just his will kept her in place. Flint gave a whistle and began to pound the blindfolded and gagged gryphoness harder still. She had lost count of her orgasms, feeling them surge through her one after another as she was fucked. But then, suddenly, she was empty and wanting. He jerked his cock out and walked around in front of her, tugging off her blindfold and removing her gag. The gryphoness's eyes lit up as she moved forward and opened her beak wide. He smiled and pushed his shaft into her beak and down her throat as he groans. Rocking his hips, he held onto her head and huffed as his cock swelled up inside her. Then it hit him. Arching his back, Flint choked back a cry as he fired his spunk down her crop. Kiana murred and pushed her head forward, holding his knot gently with her beak as she gulped down his seed.
Flint gave a low coo as he pulled out of her beak, his cock already starting to retreat into his male slit since he hadn't tied with her. Smiling, he nods; "Kiana did good, Master enjoyed fucking her."
She blushed and sat up, holding onto the strip of cloth he had blindfolded her with. Cleaning up her thighs, she churred, "Kiana enjoyed servicing her Master." He smiled and tapped his beak against hers before starting to head out. She clicked her beak a moment before crying, "Master!" Flint stopped and looked back at her, tilting his head. She blushed more, "In three days, I'm going into season and I'd like..."
He chuckled, "You want to bear me a clutch?" She nodded eagerly, looking at him as he clicked his beak; "I'll consider it." And then he was gone, heading outside.
Flint spent a few hours heading around the fair, singing songs and earning some more coin. Before heading back to his cabin, he stopped off at his favorite food vendor. Only then did he learn that Isabella had already been through and picked up some food for their dinner. Thanking the owner he hurried to his cabin, only stopping to bathe quickly in a stream. Inside the modest home, the first thing he noticed was the basket of food, left on the table. The second thing he noticed was the smell of a very aroused dragoness. Tip-toeing upstairs, he peeked into the bedroom and saw Isabella asleep. One of her paws was covered in juices, as was the tip of her tail and her thighs. Cooing, he left her to nap and went down to prepare the food she had bought.
A few minutes later, she came downstairs, looking tired as she yawned and smiled at him. "Flint, I was thinking." He looked up and let out a curious noise as the still naked dragoness sat down on a cushion, being a bit gentle since she had been playing rather vigorously. "I want to have a clutch with you when I go into heat." The dracogryph blinked at her, finding himself in an interesting situation. Two females wanted his clutch and they were both going into heat around the same time. Ah the decisions he had to make. Of course it was a little easier since Isabella skipped the food and went to the main course, reaching down to rub his male slit rather shyly. He murred and rubbed her head, knowing he'd have to decide; Isabella the dragoness, or Kiana the gryphoness.