The Gryphon's Test
The Gryphon's Test
Written by Dreich Awress
WARNING: This story contains sex between an anthropomorphic dragon female and a non-morphic gryphon male. It also has light violence and masturbation in it. Don't read unless you're of legal age to view pornography where you live.
Jamaara crept into the Gryphon's cave, alone, nervous, unaware. Armed with her first real sword, which she clutched close to her body and kept at the ready, and with a torch held tight in her other claw, she made soft, short, quiet steps down the long, narrow chamber. She began to feel claustrophobic, as the tunnel closed in on either side, but she knew she could not turn back. This would make her an adult, to defeat a Gryphon was every female dragon's test when she came of age. None spoke of it afterwards, but all who came back had defeated the Gryphon. Those who had not passed the test did not come back. Turning back was not an option.
She clutched the wooden handle of the torch tighter. She wanted to choke up on her grip, but the heat was starting to make her claw uncomfortable already. She wondered when the tunnel would end, she wondered for what seemed like hours, until finally the tunnel took a sharp turn and opened up into a larger chamber. The musk of the Gryphon hit her nostrils like a stiff punch. Jamaara got the immediate sense that the Gryphon was male. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. The scent filled her spirit and seeped into her scales, the Gryphon had lived so long there that it had become unmistakably marked. It made her feel strange... a kind of strange feeling familiar to her recently, that she had never felt until lately. It made her legs quiver strangely, it made her feel hot and uncomfortable. She could not stop now, however. The Gryphon was right around the corner. She extinguished her torch, leaving it on the ground, keeping her breath and her steps silent, and peeked forward.
The Gryphon was eating. He had his back turned to the cave's entrance, and was laying down in front of a fire. The first thing that surprised her was the fire, as she had thought the Gryphon to be not intelligent enough to make one, like most four-legged creatures. It was said fire was gifted to the two-legged ones, but this gryphon had figured it out. There were even rocks surrounding the fire in a circle, the way Jamaara's father taught her. The next thing that surprised her was the way the Gryphon looked. The gryphons she had seen in books were all brown and white, with yellow beaks and claws. This one was the same in shape, but different in colour and marking. He was black all over, from feathers to fur, and had a stripe of white feathers atop his head, and a darker-coloured beak. The really strange thing, however, was that he was covered in dark blue marking, which looked like tribal markings, stripes, circles, and spots. As far as she had known, there were no gryphons like that. She swallowed hard. His back was turned, he was preoccupied, now was the best moment she could've asked for. She pulled the sword out of it's sheath and without any hesitation began to ran towards the Gryphon.
The next few moments were a messy blur for her, but before she could know what had happened she was on the ground, having landed hard on the rocky stone floor of the cave, the wind knocked out of her. The Gryphon seemed less concerned with his safety and more checking her out, inhaling through the holes in his beak, eyeing her with his sharp, piercing gaze, looking through her. She was scared out of her wits, and unable to hide it from him. She tried to get to her feet but a huge claw grasped her shoulder, dug into her flesh and held her down. She tried to find her sword but it had been knocked away. She thought the Gryphon would kill her, but he merely continued to look her over, assessingly, like a piece of meat. She froze, and shook, scared for her life staring up at the piercing eyes and sharp, hooked beak that held her prisoner. She knew her life would end. However, the claw released it's grip on her, and the weight of the Gryphon, which had been pinning her down without her even realizing it, came up off of her. Her eyes not moving from the spot they were fixed on in his eyes, when he moved away, she didn't move or look at him for a long, weighty moment. Then, something plopped beside her. For a long moment, she didn't look at it, but after a while, she ventured to move a little, and turn her head, and look at it.
It was a piece of meat. Raw, bloody, but it was still meat, and Jamaara hadn't eaten in days. In her instinctual fear-like state, she grabbed the meat and messily devoured it, tearing it into chunks with the sharp teeth in her maw and devouring it quickly. When she looked up from the detritus of her meal, the Gryphon was taking another piece of meat from his meal and giving it to her. He did not come very close to her, but tossed her the meat with his beak. She continued to eat, less scared, but too afraid not to accept his gift.
This continued for a very long time. She would lay there and the Gryphon continued to feed her, bit by bit. The look in his eyes had changed, and the way in which he fed her seemed to take some of the fear away from her. She began to wonder what had prompted this, but then she realized she was never in any real danger. The sword had posed little real threat to him, at least not weilded by her, so once he had knocked it out of her there was no hate left in him. He saw a frail, scared, hungry female dragon in his cave, and took pity on her, she thought. She became confused, but grateful.
She was still too afraid to stop eating the meat for a while, but as soon as her insides began rejecting the rest of the meat, visibly, he stopped feeding her. He continued to eat himself a while longer and then simply sat and rested. She laid there as well, resting, trying to recover from the intense adrenaline that had coursed through her body, trying to figure out what to do next. She felt as though she might be able to leave, that the Gryphon might not stop her or harm her... but she was too tired. Come to think of it, there was no way she could've taken on the Gryphon in her state, tired from the journey, having ran out of food and water long ago. She was running on will and adrenaline in the first place. If she left, she would die before she got home. She was stuck with the Gryphon, and he seemed to know it.
After half an hour's rest, the Gryphon approached her, and pushed her with the blunt front of his beak, surprising her. She jolted up into a seating position, and he continued to push her until she got up. He walked in front of her, his stature easily taller than her's while she was sitting. Then he motioned, with his head, towards a tunnel leading off from the chamber, one other than the one she'd entered from. Then he walked in front of her, looking back to make sure she followed, which she did, unquestioningly. The Gryphon was trying to lead her somewhere, and she had no choice but to follow.
They walked through the tunnel together, his pace always pressing but not too difficult for her to follow in her weakened state. Always, the intense scent of his musk followed him, and she could never escape it, it's effects reoccuring as her senses came back to her. Pain followed... she rubbed the back of her head, and found blood on her claw. She must have hit her head on a rock, pretty hard in fact, so it wasn't the fear alone that had been clouding her logic and senses. Just as the claustrophobia came back, they came to a small chamber, running through which was a stream. She practically threw herself on it, dipping her muzzle in the water and gorging herself with drink. She knew she was very thirsty, but her actions surprised even herself. It was in this moment that she discovered something. When you are needy, she realized, in need to the point of desperation, one loses one's higher logic to base instinct.
The Gryphon also drank, but slowly, and carefully. Watching this four-legged creature take from the stream with such grace made her feel foolish, and she too began to drink slower, finding when she drank slower her thirst was better quenched. As her thirst was sated, she crawled on all fours to the middle of the chamber and collapsed. She had eaten and drank too much, and she was very, very tired. The Gryphon walked over to her, and his beak hovered over her face. She looked up at him, helplessly, and he extended his tongue and gave her a soft, gentle lick across the snout. She smiled a little, knowing that he cared for her, and fell asleep.
Jamaara woke up, in front of a fire. For a moment she thought herself at home, but she looked at the cave walls and remembered her situation. She looked around quickly... the Gryphon was nowhere to be found. She looked into the stream, and began to be aware of her soreness, and her uncleanliness. She was wearing light armour, but it chafed her scales and she had not taken it off in a long time. She stood up, and walked over to the stream. Crouching beside it, she tested the depth with her claw. It was only a few inches deep, but it was wide enough that she could sit down in it. She sniffed the air, the musk of the Gryphon was still near. She decided, since she would not find her way back until the Gryphon returned for her anyway, that she might as well wash herself a little with what water there was in the stream. Even if he had no intentions of returning for her, which she doubted, since he seemed to care for her, he would have to come there for water some time.
She peeled the linen cloth covering her leather armour off of her body and then discarded the armour as well. It felt very, very good to be free from the dirty clothing, and as she sat down in the stream, she felt cold, but good. She cupped the water in her claws and spread it around, laying down in the stream, using her snout to breathe. As she covered herself in water, the scent of the musk began to get stronger, and she knew he was approaching. She was naked... but she didn't care. Her clawfingers carried the water across her belly, and then down her thighs, and as the cold water trickled across her slit she shivered in a way she'd never done before. She closed her eyes, and inhaled that musk, leaving her fingers near her slit. This was not the first time she had masturbated, but the situation was so dangerous and extreme, she should hardly be thinking about sex now. Yet, she had been finding herself thinking about it inappropriately throughout this experience. It was that male scent that seemed to drive the thoughts into her. Thoughts of that male, mounting her, taking her...
Before she even knew it, her fingers were stroking her slit. Not now, she thought, the Gryphon was coming and he would see this lewd act. Yet her body told her to continue, and her fingers were not stopping despite her mind's confusion. Suddenly, the need to sate herself grew rapidly. She gasped as her claw started to stroke past her outer slit, and slip inside of her sex, stroking wildly inside her, fingerfucking herself more roughly and intensely than she ever had before. What had come over her? Why was this so powerful, so intense, just now? She had never been so needy in her life. She needed it, the release, the intensity, the build-up and the release. She wanted it more than food or drink, it was a more pressing need than she had had before, even when she was gorging on meat and water, now she was gorging on self, and she was twice as needy, twice as trapped by her instinct, as she was before.
Her fingers slipped in and out of her sex with the splashing of the stream's water and the fluids of her sex flowed from her more than they ever had before. She lost her mind with need, the desire taking over, and somehow she knew that her pheramones, now, would have the same effect on the Gryphon that his musk had on her. She cried out, roaring in intense pleasure as her climax struck her, causing her pheramones and fluids to increase even more. However, this orgasm was different than those she had before... this one did not sate her at all. She did not even feel the slightest bit less horny for having done so. She needed a male... she could taste it on the air, she needed that gryphon more than anything.
At that moment, he was there, like a knight in shining armour, only instead he was a four-legged male with an erection. She had seen some males' slits, and even saw a penis once, but nothing like what the Gryphon had. Between his hind legs was a massive rod, pink, veiny, and powerful. It had a slight curve upwards, starting near the tip, and at the base, a swell was forming. Everything else about that time, seemed a blur to her afterwards, at least visually, but she remembered every inch, every bump and vein and knot on that cock from that night forward. Before she knew it, she had presented herself, and the Gryphon mounted her in an instant.
With precision and skill, he impaled her sex with that huge member, and took her virginity without a bird-like cry and a shift of his hind legs. She cried out, mostly in pain, as the blood from her virginity mixed with her heat fluids and made a slick substance that kept her moist as her thrusted into her again and again and again. He was not a gentle lover, but soon the pleasure of the mating took over the pain and she cried out constantly in bliss. He gripped her neck with his beak and pumped his hips speedily, and the water splashed underneath them to the pace of their mating. She closed her eyes, her arms collapsing, and crossing in front of her, only able to hold her up a little, enough to keep her muzzle out of the water. The pleasure rocked her entire body, making her convulse and shake, making her sex quiver and tighten, and making the fluids leak from their conjoined sex organs freely, wetting their hips, thighs, and crotches.
The first orgasm made her entire body shake powerfully, and made her cry out so loudly it echoed in the cave for long after the orgasm subsided and gave way simply to more building pleasure. The constant sexual energy coursed through her body like electricity, and soon she felt the hot seed of the Gryphon splashing inside her, and heard the sharp, piercing cry echo even louder and longer through the cave.
The mating did not ever seem to end. Their first session did not end until she had passed out in the middle of her fourth orgasm, simply too tired to go on. When she woke up, she was still in heat, the Gryphon hovering over her, and they continued mating. They did it different ways, sometimes she would even be on top, and when she was tired he would mate her whilst she laid down. She did not eat, but they feasted on each other's fluids, and she drank from the stream constantly. She was in a river of pleasure, always flowing through her, always changing. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body until only body exhaustion made her stop.
She had lost track of the time, but after some time had passed, she awoke and the heat was gone. She was surprised, but relieved. She was sore... very, very sore, but her strength had returned. She looked across the fire, and the Gryphon was sleeping. Cautiously, she took her linen clothes, but not her armour, and snuck out, remembering the way the Gryphon had come in for her. She made her way through the tunnels, still naked, but clutching her clothes, and finally made her way out of her cave.
To her surprise, there was a female dragon there waiting for her, with two horses. She gave her water and bread quickly, and she ate and drank without questioning. After a while, the female dragon said, "You are a woman now." Jamaara nodded a little, and the two rode back to the village without another word spoken between them. They didn't need words, not now. They both knew that every female had had the same experience. The test was never about killing the Gryphon, but about coming of age. They understood each other, without speaking.