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Worth His Weight In Cum

"I'm here to make a purchase!" Ceylon announced as he sauntered into the brothel. "Looking for the most eager and insatiable of slaves!"

Ceylon had just flown in from his homeland of Saff'Rald to Farragouth, a trip that took him two days of flight over an ocean, so he was rather tired and had high expectations. The Urien Brothel was renowned as one of the biggest and best in the country, and Ceylon was on vacation so he couldn't help but check it out. The brothel was a massive castle on the northwestern shores, housing a major port that was used by dozens of trade routes, so they always had slaves and whores coming and going, pleasing the sailors or in some cases becoming property of them. Whores here were like any other commodity, such as rum or sugar.

The gryphon known as Ceylon was no slaver, but he was wealthy enough to perhaps liberate a slave or two, and with any luck the whores would be so happy they were no longer slaves that they'd thank him regardless!

It was bribery, okay? It wasn't slave ownership.

The trip had weakened him, and he'd purchased a motel room in the very dungeons of the brothel's own inn. With Urien being such a huge trade destination, it had everything! The brothel itself was comprised of a series of castle-built forts along the northern coast, with an entire line of ports and beaches in between them; adjacent to the castles was a massive city with residents and businesses as far as the eye could see. The forts along the coast all had similar functions, and operated under the same owner that controlled them all, and he wanted every one of them to be brimming with whores, slaves, and various other amenities like food and shelter. Every fort had a couple dozen whores and slaves working at any time, as well as a fully staffed and functional inn, and a marketplace inland, or so the reputation suggested. You could literally walk into any one of these brothels and lose weeks to the physical pleasures they offered.

And Ceylon wanted all the pleasure he could handle.

Life had been hectic in the preceding weeks, with Keranno sending him all around the world to negotiate with kings and lords to make peace across the land. He was good at it - if he failed he just threatened using his not-inconsiderable power - but he was getting sick of dealing with those in control. He wanted to mingle with the common folk and engage in carnal pleasures; no place in the world was better at providing said pleasures than Urien. The brothel was especially legendary.

So here he was, a gryphon on a mission, planning to make the most of the week he'd planned on staying while on vacation!

The human behind the counter was cleaning the bar when Ceylon came in to greet him. He looked up from his task to see a quadruped gryphon that towered over him. Without missing a beat, he offered the bird a drink of ale. "Looking for something in particular?"

Ceylon shook his head. "No sir, just looking to have a good time, and was hoping you could suggest something. I'm sure you've seen it all. So recommend something, anything! I am what you call adventurous!"

"Anything at all, eh? What's your price range?" He bent down to look under the bar and began to rifle through some books.

"Virtually limitless." The gryph reached around his body to grab a bag of coin from one of his saddlebags and toss it over the counter. When it hit the bar, the string came loose and a clutter of gold, silver, and jade coins popped out of the over-stuffed bag. "That's only one of many bags, and I bet the contents of it could buy your entire staff for a month."

The bartender grabbed one of the jade coins and held it up to the light. He clicked it, bit it, and tapped it on the other coins to test it. "Wow, this is a real jade coin. Sir, this alone will get you any one whore in the house for a week, if ya want it."

Ceylon grabbed the coin with his beak and shoved it back in the bag before tossing the bag back in his saddle bag, leaving a few coins on the table. "Only need one slave, for one night. The other coins are for your tip if you find me the right one."

The bartender checked all three of the coins - two gold and one silver - before responding. "Well, that's still a lot of money." he cautioned. "Tell you what, I'll bring 'em all out and you can decide; I'll let you know what each one is good at and what they're worth. I don't know what you like, so I can't really do what'cha need me to do. Trust me, we got a lot of options for a nobleman such as yourself. First question, Male or female?"

Ceylon cocked an eyebrow and raised an ear. "Me? Well, that's rather hard to say, really..."

"No, your company." He interrupted. "Do y'prefer a woman, or would you rather a man? Or, better yet, a boy or girl?" He got a slimy grin as he offered the young ones. "And what race? You got a preference for other birds, or are you looking for something exotic like a horse?"

"Man or woman is fine. Don't have a species preference, not so sure on the young ones, and I'd rather not get into an argument about ethics in a brothel."

He gave a knowing nod and didn't bring the topic up again; clearly he'd heard it all. Not hard to imagine a brothel worker having seen and heard all the nasty things that sailors came up with when looking for companionship. "Follow me." He slipped out from behind the bar and slammed his fist against a door off to the side. "Hey Weylan! Get your filthy ass out here, and stop jerkin' off, we got a goldmine and I need you to take the bar!"

"I take it I'm the gold mine." Ceylon stated.

"Indeed you are. Big customers like you get a special deal, so I gotta 'tend to your every need, and I can't be mindin' the pub if I'm busy getting you acquainted with our wares out back." He walked past the door and down a hall that was lined with more doors to his right. To his left was the kitchen that the pub food was made.

Ceylon could only imagine what kind of food was made here, or the cleanliness of the facilities after a hard night's orgy. Captivated by the environment, he kept in step behind the bartender as he slammed on each and every door, telling each and every patron to wake up and get to work.

It was still relatively early morning, so the majority of the slaves were likely still groggy from the night before, but as the barkeep kept yelling, it was time to get up. Ceylon was, apparently, a goldmine, so their sleep schedules were apparently negotiable. He felt terrible to inconvenience them all like this, but he was too damn horny to care. It was cruel and kind of cold for him to think like that, but when your other head is doing the thinking for you, morals are as negotiable as the price on a whore's hole.

As Ceylon and the bartender walked down the long hallway of doors, each and every room opened up behind them and a rainbow of characters of all species and size followed them. At the end of the hallway, they exited out the back of the stone castle to a courtyard with what looked like gallows lining the back of the fort's back wall. Did not look like a pleasant place to work. It was slavery - these whores were also slaves - but they could have at least tried to make it look respectable.

The gryphon and human stepped up to the dusty courtyard, and each and every one of the slaves came out, one at a time, to stand shoulder to shoulder on the gallows to face them. Dozens of them, each distinctly different!

Some of the more distinct ones included a bipedal gryphon, blue and white with a black beak and tits on her lower abdomen sagging to cover her fold, An equine tall and proud with his mane spiked in a mohawk and tail hair braided., and beside him a hippogryph mare with some of the prettiest feathering Ceylon had seen in years. There was also a tall, thin lizard of neon green, yellow, and blue with a brilliant fin running down his back.

Of all the whores, the one that stood out most was the tiny coon with rainbow hair and rings around his tail and limbs. He was rather girly, so Ceylon had to doubletake before realizing that he was, in fact, male. Unlike the others, he was smiling and nodding at Ceylon with a glimmer in his eyes. He looked young - perhaps a bit too young for the gryph's tastes - but he looked far more eager than any of the others.

"Tell me about that coon boy. What's he do? What's he into? And why is he smiling?"

"Oh, that there's Prisma. He's been here a few years, and he'll do pretty much anything."

"But why's he smiling?"

"Why's anyone ever smile? He's happy!" The bartender shrugged, then hopped up onto the gallows, pointing to one of his equine slaves. "This one here's real stretchy, if you're into that. She's done some kinky stuff, make ya think she was pregnant or something."

The mare didn't even blush or look away.

"And this guy here," The bartender slapped at the stallion's chest, then fondled his massive balls, "May be a stallion, but his endurance is as good in the sack as it is on a race track. Well endowed, too." The horse whinnied and tried his best to smile, but his teeth looked crooked and stained. Too much hay, or maybe he was sucking too many patrons off.

The bartender, or pimp depending on how you looked at it since it was clear he was more into selling whores than he was selling beers, seemed oblivious to what he was really doing here. These slaves were clearly slaves, unhappy to be here and abused. Ceylon had to stop himself from just buying every one of them and sneaking them out of the country to save them this fate. He could only take one. At least today. This revelation was at odds with his horniness, and for a brief moment he forgot he was here to be pleasured; his altruism was taking over.

So the man continued to go down the line, giving a vague breakdown of what each of his slaves could and was willing to do, and it became clear that Urien Brothel's reputation was true; you really could get absolutely any fantasy fulfilled. One slave was known to have immense healing power and dulled nerves, so you could literally slice her from vulva to breasts and she'd be fine. Terrible and horrifying, but she did assure the gryph that she didn't mind it at all.

Likely a rehearsed line.

But once the man had given a breakdown of each and every one of the two dozen slaves, only one of them really popped out: Prisma the technicolor coon, who's lone description was 'he'll do anything', buoyed by his genuine looking smile. He wanted to check out some of the kinkier options, but that vague 'he'll do anything' promise piqued Ceylon's interest.

"I've made my choice." He announced.

"That's great! Tell me, who did you chose, and for how long?"

Ceylon sat back on his haunches and pointed his beak towards Prisma. "That one. The colorful coon. And I want him for the week. Were the coins I gave you enough for that long?"

The bartender-pimp nodded. "Indeed it is, two weeks if you wanted him for that long; could I interest you in a second pleasure?"

The gryph shook his head, "Nope. Just that one. If he doesn't live up to my expectations, I'll come back and trade him. You got a 'clean them out when you're done with them' rule?"

"Hell naw, they're able to clean themselves." He answered with a dismissive wave. He grabbed Prisma by the arm and lead him to his temporary gryphon master. The other members of the lineup all begrudgingly walked back into the building, single file.

"Name's Prisma, on account of my colors." he said as he offered a paw, which Ceylon happily took and shook.

"Pleasure to meet you, can't wait to see what you can do."

The bartender walked around behind the two of them and urged them back inside. "I'll take you to your room, now."

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The brothel's inn wasn't anything special; most of the rooms were tiny, dingy messes with hay-stuffed beds and minimal amenities. Then again, it was a brothel and the inn's features would need to be disposable due to the sheer volume of bodily fluids that would have stained them.

Ceylon was too large a creature to fit in the smaller rooms - plus he paid a lot of gold for these pleasures - so the innkeeper was happy to take him to the highest of the castle towers and show him to his room, which was the biggest and roomiest they had to offer.

Sadly, it was still a dingy mess. The floor had a nice carpet on it, but the bed looked like it was made out of the remnants of a ship's sail fashioned into a sort of partial hammock with one end hanging from the roof. Was workable, but nothing special. For a brief moment, he actually wanted to go out of his way to clean it, but his other head was still thinking for him, so all of his compulsions outside of getting his dick wet were shoved aside for more carnal desires.

The innkeeper didn't bother sticking around once Ceylon had stepped through the doors, Prisma on his back. He tossed the key into a bowl on a cabinet next to the door and left.

"Well that was rather rude." Ceylon commented with a scoff.

"Don't let it get to you, sweetie. That's just how they are." Prisma leaned down do nuzzle into the back of Ceylon's neck. "Mmmm, so cuddly."

"Thanks! I do try to keep myself well preened, but I don't think that'll matter after a few hours in this mess. Beginning to think that coming to Urien was a bad idea. This place is an absolute mess!" The gryphon laid on his belly so that Prisma could hop off his back.

The coon boy looked around the room before flopping on the hammock-bed. "It's cleaner than it looks, I promise. Bayor demands we clean up after our sessions, unless the client specifically demands otherwise."

Ceylon sat down beside Prisma, staring out the window into the sky. "Not sure if I can do it." he stated, mostly to himself.

"I get that a lot." Prisma leaned into Ceylon, nuzzling into the feathers on his shoulder as his hand reached around to rub his belly. "Just, don't worry about it."

It was hard to not react to the coon's affection. "I don't know, Prisma. Are you happy? Like, truly happy? The others all looked miserable; I could literally feel their hatred for their lives. Yet you, you seem to enjoy your job."

"It's not a job, it's my life. I'm a slave, not a working coon."

"But you shouldn't have to be, whatever happened to freedom? The very idea of a slave was abolished decades ago where I come from!" He kept staring forward out the window, barely paying attention to the paws that continued to massage and scritch at him from shoulders to hips.

Prisma let out a chuckle. "Oh, it's not like that at all. No, I volunteered to be here."

"Wha?" the gryphon turned to look at Prisma, who was acting as his personal masseuse. "Are you serious?"

He kept rubbing and scritching at the gryphon, occasionally reaching up under his wing to give that a massage. "Of course. Yeah, I feel for the other slaves here, but I actually volunteered for this position when I became an adult a few years ago. The idea of being completely taken care of and having all my life's needs dealt with by someone else was appealing to me." He hopped around to behind Ceylon and began pushing his thumbs down around his hips.

The gryph collapsed, spreading his wings as Prisma hit that spot on his lower back that was bothering him. "Hhngph! Now that's the spot, keep that up! Where'd you learn how to..." he stopped mid sentence, realizing that he'd been effectively distracted from his line of questioning. "...I mean, have you ever wanted to, you know, quit? Or at least leave this filthy place?"

"Hadn't really thought about it, to be honest." He made his way up the gryphon's back, trailing spine with his fingertips. "But just...please don't look too deep into it. Just let me make you happy for now, okay? I promise it's not worth complaining about. I like it here and I like what I do for you, mmkay?"

Ceylon was unsure how to proceed from here. He felt incredibly bad for the little coon that was tending to his tense muscles, but the shocks of pleasure that exploded from the knots in his back helped to calm his apprehension; in fact, it only took a moment for his mind to wander from such negative thoughts entirely. All he could think about was the well-trained hands that were dancing along his back, around his wings, and around his rump. "O-okaaayyy..." He trailed off and laid his head on the ground, leaving his coon to do his work.

Prisma gave a gentle chuckle as he continued his work, rubbing, scritching, and driving his elbow into the particularly large knots of muscle that had built up over the years. The gryph's tail idly wrapped around him and gave him a massage back, so he wrapped his fingers around it and stroked up and down, loosening its muscles as well. He was surprised to feel the tail's flesh and fur slipping up and down its length with relative ease - like a foreskin - as he rubbed it. Wasn't normal for a tail to do that, usually the muscles and skin were pretty well-tethered to the bone. He quickly dismissed this aberration and continued his work kneading at the gryph's muscles, focussing more and more on his rump and hip.

A deep, powerful rumble began to resonate through the gryph's body, starting in his chest and making its way down to his tail end. His eyes were fluttering as the coon continued his work, and he was soon to be drifting off to dreamland.

As soon as this complacency was noticed, Prisma began swishing his tongue around in his mouth to secrete some saliva, which he let drain into his palm so he could smear it all over Ceylon's rump!

"Eep! Hey, warn me next time!" Ceylon's tail instinctively clamped down between his cheeks, sealing off his rump and smearing coon spit all over his flesh and around the rim of his fur.

"Pardon me, sir gryph, I was just trying to-"

He got cut off by an immediately apologetic gryph. "S-sorry, I was just expecting a bit more warning, you know?"

Prisma nodded. "If you don't mind..."

"Go ahead." Ceylon laid his head back down and shifted on his back paws, lifting his tail and arching his back so his rump was aiming upwards a bit. It couldn't have been easier access for the coon's eager digits.

One finger trailed around the meaty oval of rump flesh before prodding at the hole in the middle. As he pushed to the side, massaging the flesh from within, it gaped open a bit and he got a good look at the wrinkled, almost-red insides. He gave a gentle blow to tease it before pressing his lips against it, burying his tongue deep and sucking on the flesh.

Ceylon's body shuddered a bit as the femmy coon made out with his rump. He loosened his hindquarters' muscles and pushed back, urging his slave to continue and perhaps push back. His eyes rolled up in his head as he felt a familar bulge in his sheathe.

"Glad you like it." Prisma thanked him from the side of his maw, lips still pressed against the pucker. He gave it a strong suck and pulled back, stretching the flesh backwards before he let go, seeing that the suction had actually puffed up the flesh enough that a rim of pink was showing. "Yum!" he dove back in, caressing hole with tongue, sucking on pucker, and rocking his head gently back and forth as though he was in a passionate embrace. He reached up with both hands to hug the gryph's hips, holding him close as he pushed in deeper.

"Oh....hngph! Yes! I love that!" Ceylon cried out in approval as his tail arched up over the coon and pressed a stretch of it against the back of Prisma's head, forcing his muzzle into the massive, meaty hole.

The coon wasn't surprised to see that such a gryph wanted a little coon in him, so he didn't struggle. On the contrary, he pushed in at the same time and trailed his fingers down and around the back end of the gryph's thigh to cup at one of his furred orbs, giving it a massage before moving to the other. He continued his kissing motions, rocking his head back and forth as he prodded with his tongue, as more of his muzzle disappeared into the gryphon's black-fleshed pit, he even closed his eyes, anticipating the pressure would continue until he was smothered.

Much to his delight, the pressure subsided and he was able to pull his muzzle out with a wet squelch, leaving a partially gaped hole in front of him as he panted, tongue lolling out and covered in gryphon juices. He noticed that Ceylon was looking over his shoulder with an apologetic look, so he assured him he was fine by burying his snout in the hungry backside again, bringing both hands down to rub on either side of the sheathe as he did so. Ceylon's tail happily pulled up as high as it could and leaned to the side as he pushed down, jerking his hips erratically as the coon continued to nuzzle, lick, and suck on bits of flesh. He even gave a gentle nip at the rim of flesh to see if the drake liked it; he did!

"Y-you've done thissss before....haven't you?" Ceylon managed to gasp between ragged pants, tongue lolling out and drooling all over the floor. IT was immediately apparent to him why they needed such disposable furniture.

Prisma nodded enthusiastically, muzzle still smothered in gryphon flesh. The motions sloshed the hole around, rubbing flesh on flesh to further stimulate the gryph. The slave wasn't happy just making out with the hole, he also had a cock to fondle, and it was getting excited in its sheathe! He wrapped both hands around it inside its furred holster and pulled back, exposing much of it's length to rest on the fabric of the sail. A creamy trail of fluid stained the ground and gummed up Prisma's fingers, which he happily licked up and gulped down, now done with the gryph's rump. He left it swollen, puffy, and leaking various fluids, but that was always part of the package; needed to tease a little to keep the client's interest.

That said, he needed to keep up his passion or risk losing the arousal he'd built up. With muzzle still soaked in anal juices and saliva, he quickly hopped around to cradle the gryph's massive, red shaft in his palm, licking its barbed tip gently. The barbs on the end of it caught on his tongue and made licking it a bit of an uncomfortable chore, but it wasn't the worst thing he'd ever put in his mouth. In fact, the taste was weirdly sweet as well as the more traditional saltiness that came with the mix of cum and precum. The flavor was quickly intoxicating, so he happily smothered the smoothe flesh and barbs with his maw, suckling on it with the help of his tongue.

The gryph continued to grunt and convulse in pleasure as his slave suckled at his cock, occasionally thrusting his hips forth to emulate a proper mounting. Much to his delight, Prisma didn't back away or gag when having a cock thrust down his throat; on the contrary, it seemed to excite him more, since he continued to swallow and gulp at the shaft even as its girth made a bulge in his neck.

"Mrngph!" Prisma gulped and tried to moan, but it only came out as a gurgle accompanied by some cum bubbles out the side of his maw, which popped and dribbled down his cheek. He leaned into the cock, forcing it deeper down his throat as he pushed down on the sheathe with both hands, exposing all six lobes of the gryphon's knot with one quick lurch. Once it was out and exposed, he wrapped both hands around the base of it, applying pressure to the neck between sheathe and knot.

Immediately, Ceylon jerked back, out of the supple hands and the eager throat.

"What's wrong?" Prisma asked, wiping the cum from his cheek and swallowing what was on his tongue, then licking it up off his palms to gulp that bit down as well.

Ceylon blushed, averting his gaze from the coon's. "N-nothing, I just...I felt I was getting a little too close. You gotta slow down a bit, or at least use...a different part of your body for massage." He looked around to glance at the underside of Prisma's tail.

"Oh, that old thing?" he laughed. "Just my bum! We'll get to that!"

"Can we...now? Your throat and hands were a pretty good emulation of a proper knotting, but I'm a gryph, not a dog. Once I'm done, I'm done for the day and I'm not ready to call it quits for the night. I know you probably wanted me to go, then go again, but I just can't; if you're gonna get it from me, might as well make it good and proper!"

"I see. Okay then!" Prisma nodded and smiled, hopping over to beside Ceylon. He spun around and raised his rump, leaning back around to grab and guide the gryph's barbed tip right to the underside of his tail. He didn't bother using spit or lube to slicken himself, he knew firsthand that the gryph-cock was more than capable of spewing the juices needed to slip into him. "There we go!" he announced, right as he felt the pricks that dotted his customer's shaft prodding at his pucker.

Ceylon hesitated for only the briefest of moments before gritting his beak shut and arching his back to thrust forth, nearly knocking the coon off balance.

"Careful now!" Prisma cautioned the eager gryph as he got back into position. "Alright! Have a go, big boy!" He leaned back and wiggled his rump into the impending thrust with a certain eagerness that was hard to not get lost in.

Ceylon looked down between his legs to see that Prisma had his eyes squinted shut and his tongue lolled out; he was enjoying himself even though the gryph's cock was idly pressed against the underside of his tail! Ceylon did a quick calculation and realized that the chances of this coon taking every inch of him was nigh-impossible. Had he thrust, his barbed tip would be somewhere up near the little guy's heart! He didn't want to stab at-

He was immediately struck from his thought process when a tiny paw wrapped around his knot and tugged on it, plunging his red hot rod into the coon's shockingly cavernous depths.

A powerful echo howled out from the room as Ceylon threw his head back, a sudden and unexpected burst of pleasure exploded form between his legs. Not only was he knot-deep in soft, tender hole, but his cock kept swishing back and forth opposite the eager coon's rump swaying, stirring up the fluids inside as his flesh rubbed on rump wrinkles, barbs splaying out in pleasure to catch bits of the canal walls on its pass-through.

The carnal lust quickly took over Ceylon's body as more of his length disappeared into his personal slave - more like a living sheathe, at this point. He managed to regain composure just long enough to get another look-see between his legs; All he could see was a blur of coon fur swaying back and forth rapidly, the glistening bulbs of his knot protruding out either side of the mammal's bushy tail, a rim of coon rump flesh seeming to stretch out to swallow more of him, but not quite wide enough to envelop his girth.

The Feral parts of him struggled to take control again, which they quickly succeeded at doing. Ceylon's wings flared out as wide and low as they could go as his back arched high, hips thrusting down and forward to shove Prisma's face into the fabric, knot finally compressing just enough to slip through his opening and expand just within him!

"AaahhhHAH! Eeeehhehe! Prrrr...." Prisma let out a wailing howl followed by a gently laugh and a purr as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, maw clamped shut around the tongue that lolled out of his muzzle. His muscles relaxed and he loosened up his knees, the pressure of the knot swollen inside him keeping his rump up in the air at the gryph's hip height.

Ceylon happlily leaned back onto his haunches, pulling the coon down with him, so that the quadruped bird sat like a dog with the biped raccoon sitting on his lap, leaning forward inside his form. Ceylon could see the little coon's pink shaft at full mast, a thin stream of fluids dribbling out over its tip to get soaked up in the fur of his balls. There was a distinct bulge in his lower belly in the shape of a gryphon knot, and another long, thin ridge all the way up his torso to his ribcage.

It looked a little painful, but the look of bliss on Prisma's face told the story better than any painful looking bulge ever could. He was in heaven, and the twitching anal muscles massaging the base of the gryphon's cock were the pleasure points that proved it.

In one quick and sudden motion, Ceylon pushed back and fell onto his back, wings spread out over the fabric as his cock twisted and tugged at Prisma, who was still leaning forward. He clawed at the air to pull Prisma along for the ride, as gryphon knots were not meant to be pulled out between the hind legs like a canine; they certainly could, but it was a little uncomfortable and squished the balls ever so subtly.

Once he snagged a bunch of hair, he yanked Prisma back to lay on his belly, knot comfortably expanding inside the coon's limitless rump. "Y-you're a stretchy one..." Ceylon panted.

Prisma smiled and nuzzled into the gryph's chest feathers. "You know it! Love this, and..." he paused to reach down and rub at the neck of the gryph cock poking out his rump. "...and I wouldn't have it any other way." His rump flesh tightened and clamped around the knot inside him, gently shifting it around inside.

The pleasure from even the slightest of movements inside was amplified around the gryph's cock tip, since the barbs were even more sensitive than the flesh. Ceylon reached around the coon to press his talons down on the belly that seemed to just barely remain wrapped around his cock, poking and prodding at it to further stimulate himself from outside.

"Heh! That tickles!" Prisma giggled as he curled up in a ball around Ceylon's prodding talons. Once he regained his composure, he sat upright and bent his legs so his knees were pressing out against Ceylon's inner thighs. His own balls were resting on the gryphon's far larger twin orbs as he rocked back and forth on the shaft that continued to swell inside him. HE could feel the gryph's rapid heartbeat in the throbbing veins along its length, pushing more blood into the knot that rest against his inner hips. Once he was sure it had stopped growing, he spun around on it, feeling each and every lobe shift, expand, retract, and slide in a circle within him until he was facing the gryph.

Ceylon, on the other hand, had grown complecent. His head was laid back on the incline of the fabric and his talons were resting to the sides of his body, hips jerking upwards every few seconds. He was buried to the hilt; there was little more he could do, so he enjoyed it. The motion of tiny coon spinning around was what did him in, urging a massive blast of cum to explode in the petite, rainbow-haired mammal.

It was right there, in his extended orgasmic plateau, that he knew what he was going to do. His body was lost to the carnal pleasures that Prisma offered him, but his mind was sharp with intent. He needed this slave for his own. He was small but stretchy, eager, and talented. He knew precisely how to please this gryph, and even had to be told to slow down! This wasn't just some typical, boring whore who bent over and took it for all he was worth, this was a sexual hobbyist! This was a passionate lover who happened to be forced to do what he loved! This was the kind of prize any sexual adventurer would be eternally fortunate to have.

So Ceylon had to have him.

Doing his best to be sneaky, still imitating that of a spent, orgasmic gryph, his tail snaked up and around his leg until his haired and feathered floof-tip was aimed almost right at Prisma's blissful face. His cock was still spewing stream after stream of hot sticky cum, but as his climax carried on into his dick warmer, he regained just enough lucidity to trap the coon.

His tail's tip split open into three, pink-fleshed petals, all lined with rows of needlesharp, snakelike teeth in front of Prisma's face, ready to strike.

Only, Prisma didn't panic - not like panicking would have gotten him anywhere when tied to the massive gryphon knot - instead he smiled and leaned into the fleshy petals of Ceylon's tail maw, burying his tongue in its opening and nuzzling into it with the same passion that he was riding that cock!

"Y-you like that?" Ceylon fake-grunted in between the eruptions of cum that were slowly inflating the coon's belly.

"Prrrr! Yessir! I love soft, fleshy holes!" Prisma continued to lean into the tail maw, cradling its lower two petals with his palms as his snout pushed into the center of it, stretching the flesh around it to smother him.

Ceylon was somewhat awestruck by this. He didn't even need to trick this coon into being a meal for his backside! He liked it!

That cemented the deal, right then and there. There wasn't even a whisper or shade of doubt clouding his mind. This eager little slave was his now! Nothing would come between him and this juicy morsel of his! "Sorry in advance." He whispered as his long, snakelike tail wrapped a coil around the coon's midsection, holding him in place, the extra pressure further stimulating the gryphon's cock, as the three petals all gaped open to smother Prisma's muzzle!

"MRPH! Mrr, hmmmmmm!" Prisma gasped and moaned into the tail's maw, pushing into it to feel the flesh stretch and distend around his head. HE was holding his breath as best he could, but it was hard with a coul around his chest, and his blood was pumping to his extremities to keep his pulse racing! A bit of panic bubbled up in him, but he tried his best - even while smothered in gryphon tail flesh - to keep it at bay.

Luckily, Ceylon remained perceptive of the situation and the coon's willingness, so he released the coil from around his slave's body - three-jawed tailmaw spinning around Prisma's muzzle as it uncoiled - before clamping down and walking its way over his form. This was about the point where Ceylon felt it was necessary to use some of his more advanced skills to assure his prey of his safety.

"Prisma..." Ceylon spoke to him telepathically. "Prisma my dear, you can breathe."

The coon's form stopped wriggling within the distended tail's throat for a bit, confused at the words that entered his mind. He'd seen and enjoyed many, many things in his life, but telepathy was completely foreign to him. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that telepaths were often royalty or otherwise in positions of power, and no nobleman wanted to share his deepest, most intimate thoughts with a slave whore.

"That's right, calm down, breathe." Ceylon continued as his tail wiggled and pushed its way over Prisma's form, the teeth gently tugging on his flesh through his fur to force the coon deeper into Ceylon's intangibly stretchy depths. "There's a fluid that my body secretes, you can breathe it. It'll be unpleasant at first, but once it's coated your lungs, you'll drift off into a sort of dream state, and you'll wake up when I'm ready to let you out. Don't struggle, and you'll be fine. Enjoy it."

Prisma went still, focusing on the voice in his head and the cock in his backside. His tail twitched up and down as the pleasure rocked his form. His hands were at his side, fingers tickling the balls behind him as he started rocking back and forth on the knot again, feeling it roll about within him. If he was going to let it happen, he was going to enjoy it.

The situation briefly gave Prisma a thought of one of the fables of extreme pleasure: Aspyxiation amplification. Hittting orgasm right as their oxygen supply was cut off would amplify it greatly! This gave him an idea! He'd pleasure himself and inhale the fluids right as he was on the verge!

"Good idea!" Ceylon complimented his appetizer, having read his mind.

This made Prisma a little apprehensive, but he wasn't really in the position to do anything about it, especially not now that the tail maw had stretched over his shoulders and was beginning to clamp his arms tight to his sides. He kept one hand around back, fondling each of the gryphon's orbs intermittently as he swung his other around out front to wrap it around his cock, continuing to rock back and forth on the knot.

Ceylon's muscular tail began to lift and tug on the coon's body, but his tailhole's powerful muscles refused to let go of the incumbent knot! Even as the pressure mounted and the tail yanked harder and harder, the coon's rump flesh would not give way for that knot to pop out, releasing the torrents of cum that were waiting behind the fleshy dam keeping it from flowing out over the fabric on the ground.

The pleasure of having his back end stretched and tugged at mixed with the flesh smothering his upper body brought Prisma to his climax, chest heaving to inhale the slick fluid into his lungs as his tiny balls clamped down, squirting out a steady stream of coon-cum all over the gryphon's belly. Immediately after the body-rocking orgasm, his muscles relaxed and his rump loosened just enough for Ceylon's bulging knot to explode from his sore rump, litres of cum escaping his confines to splatter all over fur, feathers, and fabric from there to the other end of the room. A few splatters even dotted the castle walls by the door!

Ceylon's tail immediately flipped the coon upside down, relaxing and walking over his form to suck him down, using gravity as an aid to swallow every inch of mammalian flesh and fur. Ceylon was growing weak and tired, having expelled much of his fluid and essence into the coon, but he still got a special enjoyment out of watching the coon-shapred bulge sliding through his tail to press up against his rump. Once Prisma had gone as far as the flesh would allow him, Ceylon's prehensile, ravenous appendage coiled up tight to force him deeper, starting from his feet and squeezing towards the body. With one powerful lurch, the coon's form popped into Ceylon's torso - a self-contained pouch of soft flesh that connected to the tail, but nowhere else.

Prisma was finding Ceylon's assurances to be accurate. Despite the immediate pain and distress of inhaling the fluids that coated and lubricated his form, he quickly found that it instilled a sense of peace and dreaminess. He could feel the flesh around him pulsating and contracting around him from tail to nose, as well as the steady beating of the heart a meter or so away from him. He was floating in fluids, surrounded by the rumblings of a feline purr and the gurglings of a gryphon gut, and he was okay with that. Not only was he okay with it, it offered a sense of serenity he'd never felt before; he imagined this was what it was like before birth.

His last thoughts swirled in his mind as his cock released the final burst of seed into the fluid that he was floating in. He curled up into a ball, arms wrapped around his legs and tail curled around him, as his cock retreated into its sheathe.

"Well that was fun!" Ceylon marveled to himself, engorged belly and cum-dripping cock throbbing. His tail maw opened up wide and let out a gentle burp, accompanied by some splattering fluids and cum before closing its petals and returning to its discrete, default position. "Now, now I must leave."

Ceylon rolled to his feet, careful to not put too much pressure on the coon that was curled up in his nether regions. His cock was gradually shrinking and retreating to its sheathe, but there was still a semi-regular flow of fluids dripping out the end of it. He grabbed his saddle bags and tossed them over his haunches before heading back down to the pub of the brothel.

He didn't say a word to the barkeep/innkeeper/pimp, he just tossed a bag of coin on the table and kept walking, hoping the bulge in his belly wasn't immediately noticeable.

Seemed it wasn't, as nobody stopped him before he made it to port and took flight, heading home early. The thought of a staycation - a vacation at home with the aid of a kinky sex slave - crossed his mind. HE didn't need to tour Farragouth to get off! He had all he needed!

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The trip home actually wasn't that easy for Ceylon. The extra weight in his belly really threw off his timing and reserves, so he had to stop for a break when not even half way home; a pit stop that resulted in him almost crashing in the ocean. Luckily, he saw a ship in the distance and was able to land on it before collapsing.

It was a Saff-Rald navy vessel, headed to Farragouth. Luckily, he was very well known in Saff'Rald, and held much power in the navy, so he offered gold and demanded they take him back home. They were more than happy to comply.

While resting in the ship's storage deck (his choice, they didn't force a gryph of his stature to sleep anywhere but the best), he decided it was time to release his new slave.

IT was an almost subconscious rebirth of the little coon. He spun around inside and slipped out through the gryph's long, stretchy tail with ease after only a few contractions. Once he passed through the tight ring of muscle that separated throat to the tail's belly, the rest was easy, and quickly resulted in a technicolor coon coated in pink fluids.

Prisma coughed and hacked the fluids out of his lungs as he regained consciousness. Immediately, he hopped up and hugged the gryphon. "Thank you!"

Ceylon was understandably confused. "For what?" He sensed an opportunity to let his new slave offer himself, rather than demanding his services. Luckily, he was rather perceptive.

"For this! You got me out of that hellhole!" Prisma looked down over his body and tried his best to clear his fur of the slime that covered him. He coughed a little here and there in between words and actions, but was otherwise fine.

"But, I thought you said you liked it there! Loved it even! I thought I stole you away from a life you loved!" Ceylon protested, faking concern and regret.

"Hah, fuck that. That place was miserable. I was always hoping a knight in shining armor would come and rescue me!" He wrapped his arms around Ceylon's neck and hung against the gryph. "I always hoped that acting happy and upbeat would entice someone to steal me away for their own! My gryph, I am all yours!" He snuggled into Ceylon's neck floof, smearing tail fluid all over the gryph's feathers.

Ceylon stared blankly into the distance, a gentle purr emanating from his beak.

Everything went better than expected!