Two Boxes
This story contains acts of sex between two males, and may cause blindness if used improperly. If this disturbs you, or you are under the age of consent, do not read the following story.
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Gryphon awoke to a sore body. Every muscle hurt, and his tailhole burned with a dull fire.It was like a hangover, only in a place no hangover ever dared tread. Last night had been all about giving his lover pleasure, even if it caused some minor discomfort in the process.
Lion was still asleep, one paw wrapped around the gryphon's feathery chest, with his muzzle buried deep into gryphon's back. Gryphon could feel the warm, wet breath from the lion's nose seeping into his feathers, warming his skin. One of the small comforts of sleeping with someone, that of waking up next to them.
Gryphon lay still for a while, listening to lion's soft breathing. Other sounds seeped into the bedroom. Birds outside, calling to one another. Trucks on the distant freeway, rumbling by to parts unknown. The call of a train as it carried a load of coal to the south.
Finally, he moved. Gently at first, as not to cause himself too much pain. Slowly. Taloned fingers wrapped around a small velvet box. One of two on the stand, this one was a shade of tawny gold, just like lion's fur. It's cousin, open beside it, was a dark midnight blue. A small hint of the black pleasure it contained.
The blue case lay open, the vial inside still half full of the dark yellow fluid that had made gryphon's body sore. It contained the one thing that gryphon could not give his mate. Gryphon had been warned about what the urine from a female in estrus would do to his mate. It was all true. And more.
Gryphon had presented the vial to his lover after a night on the town. They had spent a wonderful night, food, drinks, a movie, and finally, an hour in bed, removing one another's clothes, until both were in the fur. The vial was presented as a birthday gift. It was opened. To gryphon, it smelled like nothing more than month-old pee. But it made lion jump, his nose flaring, his sheath swelling almost instantly into it's full glory.
Gryphon had prepared himself beforehand, making sure his passage was slick enough to allow his lover easy access. Lion watched him like a cat stalking prey, deep golden eyes following every move.
Gryphon had poured a small amount of the liquid into his cupped paw. Half, to be exact. The other half was carefully capped and placed into it's midnight blue box for later. And then, gryphon had quickly splashed the liquid onto lion's nose and lips, and wiped his paw onto lion's muzzle.
The change was instant. No longer was lion a rational, thinking beast. The cycle of mating took over his body, his mind, his thoughts. Lion pounced on the gryphon's prone body and began to fiercely savage his lover. Lion's maleness moved in and out of it's sheath, pulsing deeply into his lover's tail.
Lion couldn't last long. His desires, like his body, were built for speed. It wasn't but a moment before gryphon's ears went flat against his head as lion's roar of release filled them. A bite on his neck, and he was lion's property.
What lion lacked in duration, he made up for in stamina. Again and again, lion took his gryphon lover. Minutes ticked by. Hours. Gryphon felt pleasure in his gut, then pain, soreness, and nothing. But still, lion took him, over and over, his need to complete the mating driving him.
But lion couldn't last forever. The scent wore off finally, and tiredness replaced sexual fury. One last whimper of release, and lion slid from his lover's depths, crawled up to a pillow and was asleep.
It took a few minutes before gryphon realized that lion was finished with him. Gently, he unlocked his arms, his legs, his tail. His body stank of musk and seed. Everything hurt. He collapsed.
But...
His gut rumbled with distress. Every muscle in protest, he stumbled to the bathroom, his need to relieve himself of his lover's gift overpowering even the pain he felt. Gryphon barely managed to seat himself before he doubled in pain, scaly arms crossing his belly as his gut exploded, splashing his furry bottom with water and worse. Spasms of hurt made screams of agony escape from his beak.
But...
Even that faded. A shower, extra hot. Aspirin, way too many. And a bed.
But now, light streamed into the bedroom where a lion and a gryphon lay together. The clock proudly proclaimed 11:30. What time had it been when he stumbled here? 1? 2? Not that it was important. The only thing important was contained withing the golden box now in his paw.
Gryphon opened it. Sunlight glinted off the polished gold bands inside. One, large enough to go over a lion's blunt fingers, and a smaller one for a gryphon's delicate talons.
Quickly, gryphon plucked the large ring from it's resting place and put it on his lover's finger. The burnished gold blended with the golden fur, the engraving sparkling brighter than any diamond could have.
Lion awoke, stretched, and yawned in the exaggerated fashion of all cats. The ring on his finger caught his attention almost immediately, though. He stared at it, and then at his gryphonic lover.
Words tumbled from gryphon's beak. I love you more than anything in this world. Be my mate. Forever.
Lion gently took the second ring from the box in gryphon's trembling paw. With a deft motion, it was slid on. Words, so many of them, they wanted to stream from lion's lips. Only a few managed to make it out, but those carried so much weight, they hit gryphon harder than any bomb could.
"I will give my life for you if it is needed. I love you that much. I will be your mate forever."
The embrace of two lovers didn't last forever. It only felt that way.
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Just as a note, a lion doesn't have any spines on it's penis, and does have the ability to rapidly move it in and out of it's sheath while erect. Which brings up all kinds of things a lion can do with itself...