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The sun was setting over the southern Kerolintamos cliffs into the great Basith sea, and the moon was peeking out from behind one of the few scattered clouds that dotted the sky. There was an orange glow over the horizon, leaving most of the sky dark but star-spotted as the sun's rays reflected off the gently rocking waves of the ocean. It would be nightfall very soon, but the two close friends were enjoying the moment while it lasted.

It was a solemn, quiet moment for Valencia and her friend Lost, who were enjoying their final night together on the Kerolioa and InTamos borders. Valencia, a bachier of the north, was leaving to head south for the winter; the snows were coming, and despite her thin fur coat, she just couldn't fly in the extreme cold. Her partner, a far larger and far better equipped gryphon drake, was commander of a military regiment in InTamos, so he had to stay. His sense of loyalty to his king as well as the looming threat of painful death upon abandonment meant he had no interest in leaving his country, not even for his closest of friends.

So this was to be their last night together, at least for now. They just wanted to enjoy it, stare at the stars, cuddle, and make peace with the coming months of separation. Lost lay on his side, wings folded on his back as Valencia leaned against his belly, her wings wrapped around her body to protect from the cold. Lost had offered her a wing for warmth, but she was stubbourn and refused his help.

"Look, I have a wing, you're cold. Just lemme help." He offered, extending a wing to hover over her form. "Won't be hard, and I'm hot."

"That's the problem." She complained, one of her own wings uncurling from her body to push his wing away, forcing it to fold up under her head. "Keep your wing to yourself. I'm fine, it's not that cold."

"You're shivering." Lost said, stone-faced. He sighed and shook his head off, azure feathers poofing out from beak to midsection where Valencia was laying. It was like a pillow to her.

Valencia knew that Lost was trying to warm her up any way he could by expanding his feather-coat, but she didn't mind too much. She was cold, but her stubbourn nature kept her from admitting it or asking for help, though she had no problem silently accepting it. "Just don't get overzealous."

The two dropped into silence, the only sounds being the crashing waves at the base of the cliff interspersed with the buzzing of various bug calls in the distance. Valencia leaned to her side, resting her pointy ear flat against the gryphon drake's chest, listening to his heartbeat with a smile. Her fiery locks shifted and covered her face. She quickly brushed them aside to see Lost looking over her shoulder to catch her gaze.

She couldn't help but smile.

"It's been a lot of fun, cap'n." She cooed at him, voice barely audible above the endless crashing over the cliff.

He didn't need to hear her, he could read her lips. "You know, you really don't have to go, it's not like there aren't ways to keep short-furred folks such as yourself up here; hell, there are even a few humans in northern Kerolioa. No reason a Bachier can't handle the cold.

"Ugh." She groaned and flopped back onto him, staring into the skies. "It's not that. Well, it's mostly that, but it's not just that." She began to explain. "I can't stay north for the winter. It's not just the cold, but also the weather, the society, the shifts in everything. The cold, it grounds me. I can't fly at all in the winter. My wings aren't like yours, all covered and protected by feathers." She rattled her wing in front of him to accentuate her point, "It's just thin skin, which acts as a thermal heater. Whatever my wings fell, I feel exponentially." She unwrapped her other wing and tugged on the membrane. "See? Blood vessels, every liter of blood that flows through me, goes through these wings, and are directly impacted by the temperature. That's why I spend so much time walkin' around with my wings wrapped around my body. You see, I...."

Lost rolled to his back, moving out from underneath her to clasp one of his talons over her muzzle playfully. "Can you get to the point? I don't need a science lesson, dear."

She stared at him until he gently pulled his talon away. "If I can't fly, I can't live. The sky is my life. If I stay here, I'd be suffering a fate worse than death."

Lost clicked his beak and nodded slowly. "I see. Being with me is a fate worse than death! Heh. But seriously, I suppose that makes sense. Just like how I can't leave my post."

Valencia shrugged, wing flaps ruffling as a brisk breeze tickled her. "I suppose, kind of like that. Besides, I won't be gone forever; you know you'll see me again in the summer when the snow melts and the green returns to the land. Just try to not mate too many females, I know your appetite." She smiled and chirped. Deep down inside, she knew that she wasn't sure of her promise to return. She intended to keep it, but her life was a hectic one and she didn't know what she'd be doing or where she'd be travelling in four months when winter was expected to end in the north. Saddened, she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her wing-arms around them. Her back was no longer resting against her warm-feathered friend.

"Everything okay, Val?" Lost asked.

"Of course, I just..." Valencia peeked over her shoulder to get a glimpse of the furred sheathe nestled between Lost's hind legs. "I'll miss you, you know?"

The gryphon's keen eye caught her subtle peek. "Will you miss me or the sex?"

"Can't it be both?"

"Of course it can, m'dear, but I would be far more encouraged if you assured me you missed the rest of me more than my equipment." he crossed his legs to cover his genitals.

Valencia moaned a bit in disdain. "Oh, don't be like that, my drake. I'm leaving in the morning for the south, I'd love to have just one last go. It's a wonderful tool, wouldn't you say?" She leaned over and used her wing-fingers to lift his leg, but his body was far heavier than hers, so she couldn't lift his thigh.

"Tsk." Lost reprimanded. "You'd not want to taint our last hours of the year together with petty carnality." He glared at her with a clearly disappointed visage.

Disappointed, Valencia slumped against him, crossing her wings over her chest again. "I suppose you're right. Don't see why we can't cuddle AND mate." She let herself tilt to the side until her head was resting on his hip, shoulder pressed gently against his belly. As a bit of a deception, she brought her one wing-arm up to scritch at the drake's outer thigh as the other rose to wriggle its way between his legs.

"What are you doing?" Lost inquired, clamping his legs shut to keep her from fondling his crotch.

"Oh, don't be like that, let me have a go before I leave." She grunted as she flipped around, using both hands to pry his legs apart to get at the prize, like a clam-catcher looking for pearls. She was stronger than she looked, and her wings had a lot of power to them, which caught the larger gryphon off guard.

"Wait a bloody moment!" He demanded, scooting backwards and getting to his feet. "I thought you said that this was a solemn moment, not sex!"

Valencia rolled her eyes and flap-hopped over to in front of the gryph. "Forget what I said, I'm horny now, and I want a going-away present." She covered her midsection with a wing, hidden finger gently prodding at her thick, triangular canine vulva. "So, unsheathe, now!" She demanded, pointing her now-moistened finger at him.

Lost glared at her for a moment before drooping his ears and huffing a chuckle. "Fine. I suppose I can do that." Deep down inside, it was what he wanted, but he didn't want to make her think he just wanted sex from her; she was worth far more than the silky slick flesh between her legs. HE had to put up some resistance or she'd know he was just playing hard to get. Besides, he could tell she was trying her 'master' face. He was happy to help her play this role.

"Glad to hear it. Down." She demanded he lie down, so he did. "Good boy. Roll over."

Again, he complied, flopping onto his back with wings spread for stability and talons folded on his chest to be polite. His tongue was lolling out to look at Valen, who was standing with wings crossed over her chest in front of him.

"Good, very good. Now, if you continue to be good, I'll give you a treat!" She cooed at him, taking slow, deliberate strides around his form. Her wing tip dragged down his flank, tickling him ever so gently. Normally, she'd never treat him like a dog, but it was something he'd expressed interest in it since they met, and she usually didn't like the idea if implying she was better than anyone else.

Lost knew this, but he played along. If he questioned her motives or actions, it would ruin the mood. Not only did he not mind her sudden and abrupt change of mood, but he was genuinely excited for it, as evidenced by the blue shaft that poked out from his sheathe. His member remained mostly hidden, as he needed someone - or something - to force it out since he wasn't in mounting position. Rather, he hoped he was about to get mounted. His eyes remained trained on Valencia as she flanked him, eventually stopping astride his hips.

"Well then. I see you're getting a little excited." She observed, peeking over his thigh to get a good look at the glistening bulb of flesh that had exposed itself. "Don't want to get too excited yet, do we?" She continued her slow-paced trek around her gryphon drake, stopping behind his posterior, one leg over either side of his tail. She unfolded her wings and leaned forth, resting them on his inner thighs as a sly grin spread across her face.

Lost couldn't help but swish his tail beneath her; it was an instinctive response. His beak remained agape and his tongue lolling out in anticipation, though his ears remained drooped to the side. He didn't want to look too eager. "Well, M'lady, what do you intend to do?"

Valencia offered a brisk nod, as if to say 'you'll see'. Her long, tapered tongue snaked its way out between her teeth to prod at the underside of the gryphon's furred orbs, eliciting a tensing of his muscles. She immediately calmed him by pressing her elbows down on his inner thighs, forcing his legs apart to give her more freedom to move. Her free fingers - the ones not tied down by wing membrane - idly tugged and scratched at his belly on either side of his sheathe; he hadn't quite earned manual stimulation yet so she only offered a tease. She was content to trail her tongue in between both of his testicles, tracing the seam through his sack.

"Hnnngph..." He groaned gently, throwing his head back as he snaked his body on the grass from neck to tail. She was so close! So close to his most prized and sensitive parts, and she was teasing! Her muzzle continued to nuzzle into the underside of his ball sack so that either orb flopped over either side of her snout; the pleasure tightened his sphincter, but she had no interest in ignoring that little detail.

As soon as she noticed his flesh clamping shut, she migrated downwards to bury her tongue in his pucker. Her narrowed, almost pointy tip prodded right into it, and the copious amount of saliva facilitated its invasion quite well. As his hole expanded around her tongue, she pressed her snout against it and gave it a kiss before pulling out, leaving it gaping with a small trail of saliva connecting rump rim and her tongue tip. As she retracted her probing muscle to her maw, the trail connected to her lower lip. "Good boy. You've been a very good drake. Now, hold still."

His lower beak quivered as his chest heaved in ragged, intermittent shudders of delight. The smoothe, silky sensation of that tongue slipping in and probing his depths was not an easy pleasure to stave off - his rump kept clamping down every few seconds, but it didn't push the probe out. When she demanded he stay still, he didn't dare disobey. She had something planned for him, and he wanted to find out.

"Glad to see you take orders well, for a commander." She cooed at him as she crawled up between his legs, straddling his sheathe. Her wings were splayed out around his abdomen as her 'palms' rested within inches of the tip of his sheathe; her knees were pressing out against his inner thighs. Once she was sure he wasn't going to buck his hips or clamp his legs shut around her, she leaned down and gave his protruding cock a gentle lick, her tip trailing up and down the shaft, wrapping around the head, then back down to the sheathe so she could insert it between cock and enclosing flesh.

His hips bucked up without warning; a gentle thrust into her mouth, but just enough to make her back away, tugging her tongue from his sex.

"What did I say?" She yipped, licking her lips free of the lubrication of his.

"I-I'm sorry, dear! It won't happen again!" he apologized, covering his beak with his talons in embarassment.

"That's right, it won't." She leaned back down and used her thumbs to rub under the head of his member, pushing the sheathe back down over the shaft. Her tongue poked out again to wrap around it and tug it into her mouth. She gave it a suckle before letting it fall onto his belly. "Because if it happens again...." another gentle suckle, this time a little deeper as her thumbs exposed more of its length from his sheathe, "then you might get bit!" She clamped her teeth around it, fangs poking deep into it, tugging at his azure flesh but not penetrating before she released and reared her head back, swallowing the fluids she'd sucked off him.

All his muscles immediately tightened up, but he didn't buck or jerk his body. The sudden, sharp sensation of teeth on shaft was normally something to fear - especially with a set of bachier fangs - but to him it felt wonderful! There was a certain pleasure in a little bit of pain. A gentle whimper escaped his beak as he looked down over his form to get a good look at the crimson-haired, earthy-furred goddess that straddled his sheathe. "Th-thank you, mistress, for your warning!"

She winked at him, smiling as she climbed up his form. "Oh Lost, your name befits your mindset right now." She curled one of her fingers on his lower beak, tickling him before crawling backwards down his chest until her plump, triangular vulva was resting on his shaft, fluids dripping around his still-partially hidden rod.

"V-Valen, please just do it." He whispered. "Stop playing around and just do it!" He was breaking out of character, but his cock was throbbing and his knot - still sheathed - was begging to pop if it didn't have something else to expand into. He could only keep it uninflated so long. The roleplay was over, it was time to carry on with the fun.

"Okay, sorry to keep you waiting, dear." She leaned down and grabbed a tuft of feathers from his chest as she leaned back, sliding her lips over his shaft to give it a kiss, smearing her own fluids with his for added slickness. She couldn't help but arch her back, jerking her sex forward on his shaft to once again rub against its tip. It was a rather heady task, as the cock was bigger around than her wing-arm was, sans the membrane; to her, it would be like shoving her own leg in her slit.

She didn't mind one bit. Valencia had a lengthy history with bigger males; she was tiny, after all. IF she didn't get used to having bigger cocks in her, she'd have been torn in half or bored of her own species by now. Besides, Gryphon cocks were tapered and easy to slip in, and the knots were familiar to her, even if they were thrice the size of the knots her body was meant to take and hold. "Just, don't be shy dear, once it's in, force it." She commanded.

"F-force it?" he choked out, a little worried. He didn't want to leave her split in two!

She looked up at him and nuzzled his beak. "Yes, I promise I can take it; I want you to show me exactly how you'd treat a hen of your own species. No time to be gentle tonight." She leaned back down and pressed her nether lips to his shaft, rubbing and angling her hips until she felt him poke into her, eliciting a strained gasp.

"You okay?" He chirped, worried.

She rested her wing-hand on his chest and kept him pinned to the ground. "I-I promise! I'm fi-ine!" Her words slipped out in between ragged gasps as she rocked her hips back and forth, careful to keep at least a few centimeters of cock in her so it didn't slip out and poke at her belly. It slid in and out of her in brisk, rapid thrusts without much input from him; he was still too scared to give it to her. "What's the matter?"

A blush spread across the rim of his beak, a clearly visible purple flush of flesh. "I...I don't want to hurt you!" He choked out.

Valencia stopped thrusting and glared at him. Alright then. Let's try something else." She hopped off his sheathe, her pussy popping as his cock was yanked from it, to land by his flank. "Commander Lost, get on all fours and stand at attention!" She demanded.

Somewhat confused as to their current roles in their game, Lost took a moment to get to his feet. Once he managed to do so, he instantly went on the offensive, pressing his beak against her chest, nearly knocking her off her feet.

Valencia nodded, picking up on his change in role. She held the crest of his beak between her breasts a bit as she nuzzled into his forehead, rubbing his cheeks with her wings. "You know what to do!" She pulled away and leaned over, rump high in the air and tail raised. She held herself steady with her wings splayed out on either side of her. Her hips swayed gently, tail wagging to spread her scent.

He happily hopped around to behind her and instantly pushed his beak up into her folds, smearing her leaking fluids all over him; he didn't even think about licking it up, since he loved the scent strong near his nostrils. His tongue prodded out and lapped at her folds before diving in deep; her vaginal ring was tight today, perfect for knotting, so that's what he aimed for! Without wasting another moment due to hesitation, he hopped up onto her and forced her chest to the ground; she was so much smaller than him, his weight was too much!

But Valencia was no pushover. She loved larger partners - especially gryphons - so Lost was no challenge for her, at least not when mounting. She leaned back into him, rubbing her cheeks up and down on his sheathe, smearing his fluids all around her pucker and lips while pushing the sheathe off his cock with one heavy lurch and pop as his mostly-limp knot exploded outwards! "That's what I'm talking about!" She grunted to herself as she pushed back a second time, aiming her lips right at the point of his spear.

Lost - now more sure of his position and his need for release - pressed his paw down on her back and arched his back, forcing himself into her from tip to knot in one, strong attack. He could feel her flesh stretching, the wrinkles of her walls smoothing to accommodate him. Her triangular lips were now a perfect circle, the meaty flaps pushing against his knot as his member throbbed. His heart was racing now, each pump inflating his member just a little more. He could feel himself growing, so he knew he had to get in there quick before the opportunity was lost. He gained a bit more leverage by raising one of his legs to rest on her rump, holding her in place as he gave another deep, powerful thrust.

Valencia was well-grounded on her legs, chest, and wings, but the power of her carnal drake rolled her body forward so that her head was pressed, back of the neck down, on the ground. This peculiar angle gave her a good look over her body, barely able to see the crest of her vulva and the jewellery that glistened in the moonlight. There was a thick stream of creamy fluid - a mix of hers and his - dribbling down in one long strand off the very tip of her lips. She smiled wide and laughed, her crimson hair splaying out around her. "YEAH!"

Gaining more confidence, his thrusts got stronger. He pushed deep until he felt her tight ring began to spread out over the top of his knot, just so he could pull out and only leave his tip in before ramming it on deep, forcing her tight ring to spread just a little wider, her walls to grow just a little looser. He could feel her belly distending around his length, and he loved it!

She, too, could feel her belly stretching to accommodate him as her canal and womb grew with every thrust. She could not only feel, but see the outline of his member as it pumped in and out of her, the very tip coming within inches of her ribcage. She could feel his length prodding at her cervix, giving her a slightly uncomfortable feeling as both knot and tip spread her two tight bottlenecks. Discomforting as it was, she loved it! She wanted him in deeper and deeper, until...POP!

"AAAAAAH!" She let out a wrenching squeal as she felt his force overcome her resistance. His still-partially-soft and diminuitive knot squished just enough to pass through her opening and expand inside her at the same time his tip invaded her womb, cervix tight around the base of his glans.

He, too, howled in delight at the moon as her flesh clamped down around his length. His heart sped up to a rapid beat, each throb filling his knot with more and more blood. Within only seconds of passionate embrace, his knot was far too large to slip form her depths. As it grew, it actually tugged him in deeper, as the knot's girth started at the end of it and inflated towards the base, forcing his tip deeper into her womb. AS soon as his knot was fully formed, all six bulbs of it throbbing and shifting ever so gently from side to side within Valencia's depths, he felt his balls contract and release a veritable torrent of cum into her, filling her womb quickly.

She let out a long, semi-pained howl of pleasure as his heat seeped and spewed into her. In her odd position, she could literally see his knot forming inside her, cock throbbing and releasing stream of cream into her. His ejaculations were so strong she could see the tiny bulge they made in her belly as they jetted out from his womb-housed cock tip. She laughed as a small spurt of fluids escaped the plug of his knot and trickled down the bulge in her belly, soaking her from lips to breasts.

As soon as he was sure they were tied, he collapsed onto his side, pulling her down with him, pussy first. She clearly didn't mind, as she simply curled up into a ball around the bulge in her belly, wings protecting her growing womb as though it was filled with child. "Th-thanks for that, Lost." She whispered.

"For what?" he asked, somewhat confused. "I enjoyed it as much as..." He stopped to grunt as his knot spewed another thick gob of cum into her depths. "...as much as you did, maybe more." He reached down and gave her belly a gentle rub, feeling his own form as well as the squishiness of her cum-filled womb.

"You know what, darlin'. Let's just say that, when you see me next, I'll still have a part of you in me." She wrapped her finger and thumb around his wrist to help him guide his palm over her belly.

His beak snapped shut as he stared off into the distance. 'A part of him?' He thought to himself. He knew exactly what that meant! He panicked for only a split second before coming to terms with her trickery. "I-I guess so. Can't wait to see what comes of that." He cooed and nibbled at her neck. He let his leg down to trap her there; everything from her hips down was now smothered in gryphon thighs, the added pressure of his and her legs around his knot intensifying his pleasure.

Valencia nodded slowly, nuzzling up into his chest as the knot shifted inside her. She was getting comfortable, since she knew they'd be like this for the foreseeable future. Gryphons, like cien, were known to get stuck together for long periods of time during mating rituals, though gryphons often stayed hard, firm, and engorged for hours and often slept together before getting released from one another the following morning. Valencia wouldn't have her trip expediated. Not only was she smaller and tighter than a gryphon mare, but she was also part cien, which meant her canal was specifically evolved to hold knot and seed inside her for lengthy periods.

Depending on her luck, Valencia may have to delay her leave from InTamos and Kerolioa for another day or two.

Though it was mostly her own fault, she saw the deviation in Lost's trickery; knot her good and proper, and she'd not be ABLE to leave! Keep her there, cuddling beneath the moon and stars all night as a a gryph-drake pumped her so full of cum she looks pregnant, which she certainly would be by the time she left for the south.

At least her last night with her favorite drake was a truly intimate one.