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Being a gryphon has been awesome since day one, but I am not without my own challenges in life. It's great to be naturally gifted in magic use, but the physical issues certainly make intimacy an interesting affair. My size has rendered my partners unable to handle me, since I'm larger than any horse and my cock is both barbed and knotted. There are plenty of options out there for someone of my size, if I was willing to become an outlaw or travel the globe. Gryphons are incredibly rare, and I'm one of the larger ones I've ever come to know, so short of globetrotting, the chances of me finding a mate of my own species is pretty slim. I could just go out and mount a horse, and hope she's in heat and willing, but even in the best of scenarios, I can't imagine a farmer waking up to hear me in his barn on top of one of his brood mares.

Just imagine that scenario: a gryphon slipping into a barn at night to make hippogryph babies, wings flapping and thudding against the walls to spook the other horses. It'd be a calamity, and I doubt I could hold back from flailing my wings about in the throes of passion. It's just how it works, really.

So I did what any horny bird would do: I put up an ad with an open invitation for anyone who thinks they can handle me to visit! Gave my location, made it clear I was hung enough to put a horse to shame, and I waited.

I got my fair share of takers, but not one was able to enjoy me to the fullest. A few of the more ambitious males were able to sit on my knot, but I was just too big to slip all the way in, which isn't that fun for me. I enjoy the barbs of my cock tip tickling at their quivering flesh, but I only really cum when there's warm flesh wrapped around the base of my knot, tugging on my length and massaging me. Without it, it feels empty, and once they sit on the knot, feeling my bulge parting their cheeks, they cum, thank me for my time, and leave.

It's rather disappointing, and leaves me feeling blueballed almost every time. My talons work for manual stimulation, but it's not the same. Years of this has left me with a permanent buildup of cum pooling in my balls, and I've been begging to erupt into some eager bitch or mare, but after a while I stopped hoping for a female. Males were the only ones that seemed even remotely interested in my challenge. Not that I had a problem with that - a hole is a hole - but a gryph has preferences!

It was about time to give up or resort to drastic measures. The first option was to cheat; my buddy Vinn and I had been working on potions together for months, and one of the potions we were developing was a flesh-stretching potion that would give muscle, sinew, and skin the ability to stretch well beyond what normally could be done. Sadly, it still needed some work, as the person could still feel pain if the stretch was intense enough, but it was a work in progress. That left only one tangible option left. I was about ready to give up and play stallion for an (un)lucky mare when I got a knock on my door.

I live in the middle of a massive forest to the east of the Saff'Rald mountains, and my home is a cave made out of rock that juts out in the middle. It's surprisingly inconspicuous, but there's a path from the road to my front door, so it's not hard to find if you're looking for it. I wouldn't be surprised if my property kept plenty of potential suitors away, but this one seemed eager and excited.

I remember the thoughts that went through my head as soon as I saw the blue-furred hyena. I laughed, internally, because I knew what he wanted, but there was no way he would be able to take me. As I mentioned, I'm a rather large beast, larger than any equine the world over, and this guy was just your average two-legger. Even with me on all fours, he barely came up to my chest.

I was actually confused as much as I was amused. I'd taken the ads down off the local pubs months ago, so I wasn't actually expecting any takers anymore.

I couldn't help but admire the guy's enthusiasm. He had a wide smile across his face and a bag slung over his shoulder filled with what I presumed was lubrication and toys. The horse-cock-tip poking out the top flap gave that away. "Can I help you?" I asked the hyena.

He nodded as he looked up my body to meet my gaze. "Of course! Ceylon, right? Gryph lookin' for a good time?"

I nodded.

"Oh, good to hear. Name's Kraven, and I've been lookin' for someone like you for years now!" He offered a paw for me to shake, which I happily obliged, even if I wasn't showing my interest.

"Glad to hear it, Kraven. Look, I have to ask, how did you know about me here? I took down the ads months ago."

He laughed at me. "Oh, a friend of mine told me about ya. Olympia. Beautiful dragon lady out east. Said she tried and failed, but loved the experience. Thought I'd be a perfect 'fit'."

I blinked. Olympia was a good friend of mine, came and went with the wind. Great woman, a demon in the nest, but like all the others just not malleable enough to accommodate my size. I don't blame her, though, she's a tiny little dragon, and I'm a huge gryphon. "Oh, Oly! Yeah, I remember her. Probably the best female attempt at my offer. Come in, come in. Any friend of Oly's is a friend of mine!"

The two of us quickly went inside to sit in my common area. Well, everywhere in my home was a common area. I just lived in one round, open area with windows on all sides. My nest was in one quadrant - I want to say corner, but there are no corners in a round room - , with shelves lining the rest of the walls, all dug out into the rock walls. The shelves held all sorts of trinkets and collectibles from gems to potion bottles. No need to cook, I usually just went to the market and ate there. Plenty of vendors sold whole rodents or small mammals. My favorite.

Turns out Kraven was an insatiable ass. By that I don't mean he was unpleasant and greedy, but his ass was nearly insatiable. Errov, Cien, Saurossins, he'd enjoyed them all. Like me, he was a lifetime pleasure-seeker, no room in his life for taboo. I respected that a lot. In my experience, far too many people were sheltered, boring, and lacked adventure. Apparently, someone decided that the best and most enlightened way to enjoy a full and rich life was to find a mate and stick with them until you die. Otherwise you were a slut.

I had every intention of challenging that, and Kraven was more than willing to help me stick it to the powers that be.

We got along quite well, and before long the talk of him attempting 'the challenge' came up.

"So tell me more about this challenge of yours, Cey." Kraven asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Oly told me that you had one, and that it truly was a mountain to climb, but she didn't explain it beyond that."

I cocked my head to the side. "Really? You travelled hundreds of kilometres to see me on a vague promise of a huge cock? You didn't even think to ask details?"

"Oh, I did! I asked, but she said to just trust her and go. So I did."

"Really? Now that doesn't sound shady at all." The sarcasm was thick in my voice, and I rolled my eyes for added effect. "Well, either way, I just want someone to help me with my problems. I'm bit, most people are small, and I don't want to get shot at by some farmer catching me with a mare in his field. Really nothing more to it."

Kraven leaned over to get a good look between my hind legs. I was resting on my haunches, so it wasn't hard for him to get a good look at my package: sheathe and balls, both at rest. "Really? Not meaning to offend, but you don't look like you're packin' much more than your average horse cock. And I thought feline bits were all tiny compared to most."

A smile crept up the sides of my beak. "Well, I've heard that a lot. And I've never not surprised a prospective size queen."

"Prove it." He challenged, with a grin.

"You won't be able to take it." I warned. "Trust me, my cock is nearly as big as your belly. Knot would make you look pregnant. And a fair warning, I'm horny and pent up, if something happens you don't satisfy me fully, I can't promise I won't take what I want forcefully." I kept a smile on my beak to assure him I was being facetious, but there was a hint of truth to my words. I didn't want to be blunt about it, but had he failed to coax every last bit of built-up tension that had accumulated in my balls, I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't let the excitement take over.

"You're on." He dropped his backpack filled with toys and lube to the side and crawled over the nest between my talons to nuzzle affectionately at my sheathe.

I honestly was taken a bit by surprise. He seemed like a direct, to the point kind of guy, but I've never seen anyone dive at me like that. Usually there's a bit more build up and some actual conversation first. Regardless, I won't lie: I loved it. The months of pent up arousal had my loins positively aching for some action, and once I felt his paws cradling my sheathe, I almost instantly melted. My beak gaped open and my tongue lolled out as I shuffled back and forth on both back paws, spreading my hips to give him better access to the goods.

He didn't dive right to the juicy bits, to my surprise. Given his straightforward dive between my legs, I expected him to peel my sheathe-skin back to expose my member, but he took a moment or two to enjoy the scents and rub me a bit, tickling the underside of the sheathe with one hand and wrapping his hand around its girth to tug at the swelling flesh inside with the other. His scritching hand slowly walked its way down my length to tickle my furred balls, a sensation that instantly made me tense up.

"What's wrong?" He asked, immediately stopping his gentle caresses.

"N-nothing, Kraven. Just, carry on, that was nice!" I cooed, eyelids drooping as I started to purr.

He took this as the most direct of invitations and immediately returned, cupping my sack with one hand and gently stroking my length with the other, using my own sheathe as a slick, meaty aid. It's truly amazing just how different it feels when someone is stroking you through the sheathe compared to when it's just swinging and resting idly in it, soft. Wasn't quite like a warm hyena hole or mare pussy, but it was better than a normal pawjob or talonjob (which were actually quite unpleasant - rough paw pads or scaly claws on exposed, super sensitive cock flesh often resulted in chafing).

It was great to feel him caressing and massaging me, so I leaned back, pushing off my talons to roll onto my bed, belly up and sheathe exposed. "Go on, do your thing, 'yena!" I offered, my voice a low grumble as it mixed with the uncontrollable, feline purr.

"My pleasure." Not a moment was wasted, he immediately leaned over me, standing over my tail to continue stroking at my member, but he wasn't just rubbing it through my sheathe anymore. No, he could feel its girth growing, bulging out in a clearly defined six-bulbed knot formation at the base of the sheathe, right by the twin obs that he was rubbing his belly against. The eager little hyena leaned forward and wrapped both hands around the tip of my sheathe, peeling it back slowly over my length, exposing every inch I had to offer; from cock tip to knot top, it was as big as his arm and as thick as his upper leg!

I don't like to admit it when I lose it, but the feeling of my sheathe flesh sliding over my length, gradually exposing each line of barbs from my tip all the way down to my knot was just indescribable. My purring intensified until it resembled more of a growl, and as I looked down I saw I was literally leaking fluids from the very tip to gum up my belly fur! Not just a few drops, it was like I was cumming clear fluid! Thick strands of it trailed down the sides of my shaft to dribble over his hands and soak the fur between my legs from thigh to thigh. There was a thick steam emanating from it in the relative dark of my home, which was weird for me even in my cum-addled mind, because it wasn't cold outside!

Kraven leaned into it, gave it a long gentle lick, then nuzzled it a bit to suck in as much of the aroma as he could. I had no doubt in my mind I smelled of arousal something fierce, but months of built up frustration would numb anyone to their own odor. He very clearly smelled it, and it only seemed to make him want to nuzzle, lick, suck, and caress it even more.

There was a brief moment at that point where I was a little worried we weren't going to get to where I wanted, since he didn't push my sheathe all the way down over my knot, which was still partially engorged and fully smothered in sheathe flesh. As he leaned against me, I bucked my hips up gently to expose the rest of my offerings with a wet pop.

"Oh hello!" he declared, leaning back and admiring it, holding it and using me as balance like a stripper pole. "Now THAT is the kind of cock I need!" he cupped his palm against the side of the knot and slid it upwards, capturing as much of the flowing lubricant I was secreting into his hand so he could rub it between his cheeks, moistening his pucker.

I clicked my beak at him as I looked down over my body, barely able to see him around my member. "Oh, yes indeed. Think you can take it all, kitty?"

"Rawr!" He yipped at me with a toothy grin and hopped up onto me, straddling my cock as he prepared to mount it. He laid his paws on my belly and started grinding down on me, cheeks spreading around my shaft to smear more of my fluids against his inner thighs, pucker, and the underside of his tail. My barbed tip slid forth to poke out under his balls, barbs catching on the underside of them, and soaking them, too.

I noticed just then that his own deep blue fleshed cock was poking out of his sheathe, and it was no small player itself! Normally I'm not a cock kind of guy, but he was sliding up and down my shaft, my flesh sliding between his cheeks, and I was an an intoxicating daze of inhibition-free arousal, so I did what any good partner would do: I gave him some oral attention!

The angle was kind of hard, since my long neck needed to snake in between his arms to get at his member, but I'm a gryphon! Of course I could! I cracked my beak open, my long, snakelike tongue exploring the space in front of it before wrapping around the rim of his cock head, coaxing it from its confines. Before long, he was at full mast, but that's when he told me to stop.

"N-no!" he gasped in between gentle thrusts. "I want to save that!"

I didn't need any more incentive to stop than that. I was happy letting him go his own pace.

As soon as I pulled away and laid my head back on the side of the nest, a raised rim that acted like a pillow, he leaned forward and reached between his legs, carefully placing my cock tip at his opening. He rubbed and gyrated and pushed against it, smearing my fluids all over his flesh and fur until he felt the pointy, barbed peak of it push into him. He immediately stopped moving as his eyes went wide, lower jaw quivering.

It took all of my self control to not immediately grab a hold of his hips and buck up into him. I could tell that the sudden stretch was a bit too much too soon; even the bulbous, pointed end of my cock was about as big as his fist, but the exceptionally slick fluids that I was pumping out were just enough to ease him in. I could actually feel the throbbing of my cock filling him with my precum, but his rump was effectively plugged, unable to let my fluids flow out of him. As his rump inflated, I could feel his walls leaving my cock, flesh no longer rubbing on flesh save the tight rim of muscle that clamped down around the base of my glans.

Before I could offer to let him take a breather, he grunted and pushed back on me, forcing more of my cock into his backside; only a few more inches slipped in, each one only one jerking motion at a time, but I could see he really wanted it. His eyes were squinted closed and his tail was twitching with each jerking motion.

My purring stopped, as I was already worried for his safety. The angle he was pushing back forced my cock into his belly, forming a bulge, and his ass sliding down my member was actually pinching me, which was somewhat uncomfortable. "S-stop." I cautioned, reaching down to wrap a talon around each of his hips.

Instead of listening and slipping off my length, he growled at me! "No!"

"What?" I was shocked.

"I will do this! Just, let me go at my own pace!" His voice mellowed, but he still seemed a touch indignant, even if he was clearly in a bit of pain.

"There's no harm in-" I started, but was cut off again as he yelped and pushed back in one long, hard stroke. Almost all of me slipped into him in one fell swoop!

His eye twitched, my beak trembled in delight as I held back howl of pleasure, and despite the clear pain he was feeling, he swayed his hips back and forth, stretchy rump flesh pressed agianst the top of my knot to move the length of my shaft around in circles, occasionally prodding at the inner walls of his belly. My eyes were beginning to roll back in my head, but it still wasn't quite what I was looking for! Too bad there was absolutely no way my knot would make it in!

"Kraven, I...uuuuugh! Wow, that's pretty tight. Look, I don't think it's going to..."

I was stopped mid sentence as he dug his claws into me and pulled off. Normally, that wouldn't have done too much - a single stroke is not all that effective in bringing about a climax - but as he did so, he went super slow, and my barbs flared out to catch on every little wrinkle of flesh inside him, tickling me from tip to base. Unlike most gryphs, I had a happy-trail of tiny barbs down the underside of the shaft, so as my girth was escaping his tight muscle, the barbs would snag on his insides before bending ever so gently to flick out, tiny droplets of precum raining on my lower belly like a foggy mist.

"Don't tell me what is and isn't going to work." He chastised me, still pulling off my length. He was going so incredibly slow, but he was so tight that every inch felt like a foot slipping from his depths. He eventually stopped, leaving only the barb-covered tip inside, which he gently massaged with his muscles as he clenched each cheek back and forth, gryrating his hips as he did so.

This hyena knew a thing or two about pleasuring others, especially those who were well endowed, and by the look of the blue cock bouncing and swaying in front of my face, I could tell he was having more than his fair share of fun as well. I may not have been the most cognitive of birds at the time, but I always appreciated when I was pleasing others, especially if it meant I got to please myself at the same time. I tried to give him a lick, but as I leaned forward, he pushed back again, relaxing enough to slowly slip down my pole, once again stopping on the top of my knot. This time he felt less tight, more accommodating. It was much better than the tight band of flesh that clamped down on my shaft as he let all his weight on me.

I let out a gentle coo as my neck twitched and my eyes fluttered, beak clattering. The purr began to boil up inside me again, rumbling through my body from chest to crotch and up my cock into Kraven, who was sitting on my knot with all his weight.

As an added measure he actually steadied himself by resting both paws on either of my inner thighs, angling himself just right, and lifted his footpaws up off my belly to rest every ounce of his weight on me. Even then, his flesh wouldn't quite stretch enough to let my knot through to under his tail. Each of the two major lower bulbs of my knot was as wide and as big as each of his cheeks, it just wasn't a viable option! His hips plain and simply were too wide!

But that didn't stop him from trying. He gripped the fur on my inner thighs and dug his heels into my inner hips on either side of my cock and began to bob up and down in brisk, rapid thrusts. Only a few inches escaped him before he sat back down, rump swallowing all it could. The look on his face told it all, he was dedicated and horny as could be! His cock continued to bob and sway with every movement, but that rump of his just couldn't open up to swallow my knot.

I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on him that there was no way he'd fit it, the physics weren't compatible. In the odd case of him slipping down onto me before my knot swelled to maximum girth, I could perhaps see each and every bulb of it squishing and slipping through to expand in his depths, but now that I was at full mast with knot trapped outside, in the cool air of my home, it was too much.

I tried to pull him off, but he growled at me again. "No! I am not giving up!"

I had to stifle a giggle. "You said knot."

He stated at me. "Let me keep going, if not for the knot, just fill me with your seed." His eyes grew soft, like he was holding back a gentle weep. Who was I to deny such heartfelt desire to please me?

"Fine, but you need to hurry up and finish what you started, because my more aggressive side is coming out, and your ass is doing just enough to coax more from me..." I stopped talking mid sentence, unsure of why in the world I'd be sharing an inner monologue with him. That's not sexy at all!

Luckily, he barely noticed my diatribe. Instead, he spun around so his back was to me, only to lean down over my balls to land on the bed, cock bent and angled between my legs like I was knotting, only it was his hands that held me in place as he began to ride me.

This was a truly weird position to be mounted, or to mount another from. He was holding my knot in his hand and thrusting down onto me, rump flesh distending and contracting as it slipped up and down my shaft; I was basically playing the part of his toy, a living gryphon dildo. I didn't mind one bit. As disappointed as I was that I'd not be buried knot deep in hyena flesh tonight, the constant strokes that tugged on my barbed length were enough to bring me closer to climax.

I felt rather useless not being the one mounting, but I was also enjoying being used, so I let him do it. It was an odd sense of cognitive dissonance where the aggressive, pent up drake in me needed to be in control, mounting the blue-furred hyena, but the way I was being treated seemed to nullify that need, as though this 'didn't count'. A glorious change of pace held me at a pleasure plateau just below the summit, that feeling of 'almost there' without the explosive release.

The longer he went at me, the looser he felt. His flesh was growing weak and weary as he fruitlessly pumped his rump down on my bright red rod. I didn't notice until I looked down over my body to see the stark contrast of red knot slamming against blue-furred cheeks just how vibrant my cock was. Normally it was darker, with shades of black near the base, but it was just bright red!

This may have been the most aroused I had ever been, even if the slickness of my lube was drying out and the friction began to mount.

Friction. Lube. Wait a moment.

"Stop!" I declared, hind paw coming around to push against his rump, leaving him gaped open and sopping wet, belly down on my nest.

"Whaaat?" he whined. "I was so close!" he reached around under his tail and toyed with the partially open rup hole, swirling his fingers around it, grunting as he pushed down on his own fingers; a small bit of red rumpled skin folded out as he did so, which he toyed with some more.

"Enjoy your rose, Kraven, I have an idea!" I jumped to my feet, cock swinging around to slap against both inner thighs as I hopped over to one of the many shelves with the many shiny objects. The bit closest to my nest was filled with bottles and vials, all filled with potions and medicines. None were labelled, but I knew what they were. "Oh, and by the way, you weren't close, I'm sorry to disappoint."

The hyena moaned a bit, writhing idly on my nest. Not sure he was moaning at the disappointment of not taking my knot or the playing he was doing with his own rump. I didn't pay much attention, to be honest.

"Aha! Got it!" it was a small vial of green fluid in a beaker, one of a dozen in a wooden holding stand. "This is what you need!" I tossed him the vial, and it landed on the bed next to him. He looked at it and made a motion to shove it up his backside.

"Hey, no!" I protested, but he just laughed.

"I wasn't actually going to do it. What's this? What does it do?"

"It's a potion, only partially tested. It'll make your body a bit more malleable."

Without even a moment's hesitation, he tugged the cork out of the top of the beaker and downed every drop of the potion.

My eye twitched. I hadn't quite told him all the details or how much to drink, so it really was my fault, but I was still dumbstruck. "Uh, we need to go outside." I warned.

He wiped his maw off with the fur of his forearm. "Why?"

"Just come." I grabbed his wrist with my beak and practically dragged him outside my front door to the rock pathway that lead to the road.

It was a glorious, autumn day; leaves were on the ground and the wind was rustling them gently. About half of the trees were bare, the other half were still leafy, but I barely had time to concentrate on cleaning the leafy mess, I had a hyena to care for, and his rump to abuse.

"What's going on? Isn't this cheating? I don't think I qualify as the grand master of cockery if I can't do it on my own." he giggled, still idly playing with his rump.

"I don't really care right now. I just want that ass wrapped around my dick, now Sit, kitty!" I leaned back, exposing my bloated, blood red cock, waiting for him to do something with it.

And do something with it he did. He hobbled his way over, walking funny from the genuine reaming I gave his backside already, only to bend it down with one hand and aim it at his rump again. With tail raised and legs spread wide, he slowly leaned back onto me, my length disappearing into him with ease and confidence. I felt his rump cheeks spread, followed by his brim of anal flesh and every inch of his inner canal, which seemed even more eager to bend itself around backwards to accommodate me by swishing to the side and straightening out as my length plowed through.

Once my knot pressed against his cheeks, I leaned forth and whispered into his ear, getting a hold of his shoulder for leverage. "Hope the potion kicked in." With one powerful movement, I bucked my hips up and tugged him down onto me.

I'm not sure who was more pained by this, he or I, but both of us cried out as the half-dozen bulbs of my knot compressed flat to the shaft and slipped through his rump to expand inside. My legs instantly grew weak and I fell to my back, wings splayed out on the pathway as my knot tugged on my hyena partner. This was a pleasure unlike what most partners could offer. I didn't know my knot could grow that wide inside! My shaft remained mostly straight, with only a slight bulge at the knot when it was exposed to the relatively cool air of the autumn eve, but as soon as it felt the hot flesh of the feline wrapped around it, the pulsing beats of his heart pumping blood though the walls of his canals, it was like an explosion.

He was happy to fall back on top of me, sitting with all his weight on my knot. I couldn't even muster the strength to buck or gyrate into him, as I could already feel my balls contracting to erupt spurt after spurt of seed into him, sloshing about inside to mix with the remaining cache of precum that'd grown trapped deep in the depths of the 'yena's backside. I could actually feel it filling in the gaps between my dick and the wrinkles of his guts, eventually filling him up to give him a bloat.

Curious, I reached around with the same talon I'd used to hold him in place to caress his belly, pressing talontips against the bulging knot that was resting comfortably inside him; I was right, it did make him look and feel pregnant! Only difference is that I could also feel the tip of my cock poking at his midsection, a tiny bulge in his abdomen. I gave it a tickle to massage my barb-covered length inside, coaxing another eruption of seed into him, a torrent I could feel pressing out against my digits.

"Hhhhhhngph!" Kraven leaned back onto my belly, nuzzling into me with legs raised high in the air, knot buried deep inside. His muscles continued to twitch and convulse around my shaft, his own cock hard as could be and spurting stream after stream of clear fluid - presumably precum - in the same intervals my own was erupting into him. Eventually, he calmed down a bit and collapsed, both legs and both arms growing limp to rest on my form. His rump cheeks, thighs, and walls continued to clench rhythmically around the base of my knot and he gave a gentle whimper each time, but other than that, he was immobile.

I was content, as well. This was how gryphons mated with one another; not a lot of thrusting or aggression, just one knot in one hole followed by a tie and a lot of cuddling before, during, and after. I was just glad the potion wasn't one of the faulty batches that made cock, balls, and various muscles expand greatly as though inflated by a balloon. That's what I was worried about when I told him to come outside, I didn't want him growing larger than me, filling my home in the boulder and wrecking my stuff. He drank a lot, he'd have grown bigger than the boulder itself had it been an improper batch.

So now, it was just he and I, laying outside on the path to my home, me on my back and he tied to me, resting on my belly.

As I continued to prod and play with the bulge I formed him his belly, carefully avoiding touching his bobbing, leaking shaft, I noticed for the first time that he was wearing a necklace with a red gem on it. Perplexed at my failure to see this gorgeous shiny object upon first meeting the blue-furred hyena, I clutched at it and held it between fore-talon and thumb.

He jumped up, pulling the gem away from me in the process. I wasn't holding tight so the chain didn't break in the process. I felt sheepish at first, like I was caught stealing, but it was soon clear he wasn't reacting to me fondling his gem, but instead to something else. It was his shaft, the head began to bulge out! "What's this?! What is happening?"

I shifted my weight and grabbed at his member, holding it in my hand and wrapping my palm around it. "Nothing, don't worry about it." I said. "Thought it might have been a negative effect of the potion, but it seems you just got some residual affects of the skin-stretching; your cock is full of blood, so the more you pump into it, the bigger it gets. Don't worry, it won't grow larger than your body can handle. Worst case scenario, you'll pass out and wake up when I'm done with you sometime tomorrow-"

"Tomorrow?! How long are we gonna stay together? And why are you so calm?" He reached down and pushed my hand off his length so he could fondle and squeeze it himself, the added pleasure from the hypersensitive flesh coaxing muscular contractions through his body, handily massaging me in the process.

"Usually 24-36 hours, yep. And I don't know why I'm calm. Perhaps my release has relieved me of my pent up arousal and my more cordial side is coming out." I tapped a claw to my beak and smiled. "Honestly, I prefer this part of me. Carnal Drake Ceylon is a true beast of a creature."

He leaned and struggled to fall off my form between my legs, but my knot was at such an angle that it wouldn't go down with him. Actually, I was tensing my muscles to keep it aimed up at my belly so he couldn't slip off, and because I wanted to pump him full of more of my seed. Carnal lust or not, I could still enjoy the sensation of hot 'yena rump massaging my length. It was all too rare I got to do this.

"Lemme go!" He grunted, still leaning forward, legs curled up over my balls to keep from hitting them. At least he was courteous in his tiny rebellion, and his struggling only made my dick harder.

I decided to be nice, letting him fall down to the ground. Honestly, I had no idea why he was trying to 'escape' me. He seemed to know what a gryphon liked and was the one who propositioned me, so of course he knew we stayed tied overnight, at the very least. Besides, his cock was still hard as the wood it was named after, he was clearly still enjoying himself! So I let him go. I released the tension in my sheathe muscles and let him slip down to pull my cock between my legs, still tied deep within him.

Only, it didn't stay inside. As he dug his claws into the cobblestone, pulling away from me in a tugging sensation that felt wonderful to me, my knot slipped from his backside in one quick pop; a torrent of cum escaping his gaping hole to splash and soak the pathway. He was expecting this less than I was; I knew because he immediately fell on his face, the pool of cum spreading up his legs to soak his belly.

I stopped to stare at him, and he looked back.

"What just happened?" He asked, accented by a moan.

"You got what you wanted; I thought you wanted to untie!" I guessed.

He shook his head. "No, not really. I mean, it'd have been fun to pretend, act like I was terrified, and I bet you just LOVED feeling me yanking you off."

I nodded and smiled. "Indeed, yep. That was nice." I looked down to my cum-soaked crimson cock and smiled harder. It was glistening bright in the evening sun as a single leaf blew up to stick itself to the side. I peeled it off and dropped it into the puddle of cum between Kraven and I, getting a good, long look at the beaten-open hole underneath his tail, which exposed a ribbed canal that seemed to disappear into blackness within him, save a pool of cum that trailed along the bottom of it.

Never before have I wanted to bury my tongue in someone's ass so much.

But I have a rule about rimming: Always ask first. Much as I'd have loved to, I figure I'd let him initiate on that one. He didn't, much to my disappointment.

He did, however, think up an interesting idea. "Hey, how about this! I have an idea!" he hopped back up, letting the cum dribble down his thighs and around his cock. He yanked my knotted shaft down between my back legs and assumed the toying position again, only this time as he slipped down my shaft, he was able to rest on my knot for only a moment before it compressed just enough to pop into him.

All my muscles tensed up at once as I felt his warmth encompass my bright crimson flesh again, only to feel disappointed again as he pulled off, giving me a gentle yank before my knot popped from him again, another small spurt of cum erupting from between two lobes to spray the crease between my balls.

Down he went again as I let out a gentle, long-winded coo followed by an intense growl-purr. His rump flesh easily widened over the bulbs of my knot to swallow it for only a second before he tugged on it, flesh distending and muscles contracting so as not to release me, only to quaver and give up mid pull. Each time, the penetration and release got a little easier, his rump becoming a sloppy, tender mess of cum and slick lubrication.

I'd enjoyed many pleasures before, but nothing quite as intense as having my knot sat on, tugged, released, and re-swallowed in such rapid succession. My balls were beginning to dry up, so my spurts were fewer and less voluminous, but they still came with rushed frequency. After a dew dozen or so cycles, I felt his rump getting so loose that my knot barely felt like it was tying anymore or having any issues sliding in. Kraven's backside was so ravenous it was like I lacked a knot entirely; my barbs didn't even catch his flesh at this point.

And that's when I got a deliciously kinky idea.

"Hold still, Kraven." growled into his ear as I leaned forth, grabbing hold of his shoulder with one hand, and cupping my palm around my knot with the other. He was sitting on my knot, but hadn't yet slid down over it, so he still had plenty of room in his abysmal rump beside my barbed shaft. I wrapped my entire hand around my girth and forced it up into him, spreading his flesh around cock and wrist with ease.

I couldn't help but let out the faintest of gasps, shocked this actually worked. He did the same, but it sounded more like a gasp of pleasure. "You like that?" I whispered into his ear, one hand on his shoulder to keep him held in place.

He only nodded, as his maw was gaped open and tongue lolling out in pleasure.

And so I did as he wished, I completely ruined his hole! I began bucking up roughly into him, shaft sliding past my wrist and hand, filling him up with more seed that soaked my forearm scales and dribbled out in the crevices between arm and cock shaft, making a holy mess of the both of us. Not content to pump into him, I slowly inched my talon in deeper and deeper until I could go no further. My digits were wrapped around my cock head and my elbow joint was resting on the fleshy, tender rim of pink flesh as various fluids seeped out.

HE was happily bouncing up and down on me, panting, cunvulsing, and spewing bits of precum all over my chest and his, but he didn't seem to be done yet, and his cock was steadily growing until it was the size of his own forearm!

It's one of those situations where I felt my climax suddenly hit the cliff and drop off. I'd filled him with gallons of my own cum - most of which was splattered all over my crotch and my pathway, and my knot was beginning to deflate. I slowly pulled it from his depths as I tensed my muscles, splaying out the barbs to catch on his ridged walls one last time, also scraping out much of the mess I'd made to his sloppy man-hole.

His long, drawn out moan that was coaxed from his muzzle as I pulled out pinched into a whimper. "What are you doing?" He asked, disappointed, as he took a look at my deflating knot and the cock that was retreating with it back into my sheathe.

"I'm done, Kraven, aren't you?" I asked, taking in a heave of a breath as I recaptured my posture, giving myself an idle rub in the process.

"N-no! You can't be done! Look at me! My cock is as big as my arm, I need release!"

I blinked, confused. What the hell was I supposed to do to help him at this point? My rump was far too large for his member to feel any pleasure from, even in its engorged state. "I don't know what to do!" I protested.

"Use your hands!" He suggested as he got down on all fours, tail raised high to give me another long, loving look at the throbbing muscles of his rump walls slowly fighting to close up the cave opening. "Just, please?"

I suppose it couldn't hurt. "Okay!" I smiled and converged all of my talon tips to one point and pushed them into his open rump, easily sliding in to the point the wide, thick ridges of my forearm scales were pleasing his opening, making it distend and contract with each forearm thrust. Like before, one penetration wasn't quite enough, so I cupped my other palm against my forearm and slipped the second into him, forcing it in deep with every bit of slickness and lubrication that was left. Once I was in, both of my massive forearms elbow deep in him, I balled up my fists and cupped them against one another to form what could best be described as a giant knot inside, and began to thrust roughly into him.

I don't know how he did it without getting injured, but the feeling of his muscles quivering under the pressure of my violent invasions was just heavenly to me, and clearly to him as well. I only managed a few dozen of my rough, double-fisted knot thrusts before he let out a howling yelp and erupted a steady, thick stream of creamy white cum to mix with my thinner, more translucent seed. I could literally see his balls contracting and shrinking between the crook of my arms as I pulled them out, leaving him leaking, sopping, throbbing, and gaping.

He let out a gentle grunt as my fists exited him, and he clamped down as best he could. There was a long, drawn out juicy squirt as the last cream exploded from his bulging prolapse onto my foot.

I couldn't help but suck on that exposed bulb of hyena flesh, pushing my tongue deep into him to clean up every trace of my mess. I wanted him to want it, I have rules about rimming, but in the heat of the moment, sometimes it's forgivable to go from mouth to ass.