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The stable door opened with barely a creak as a dark figure came in from the night. Softly it moved, closing the door behind itself. A muttered exclamation followed as the figure stubbed its toe on a stray stool. After a minute or so of fumbling around, a light flared, and the figure was illuminated by the lamp he had lit, revealing John, a mid-twenties man with tousled flaxen hair wearing a threadbare shirt and trousers. "That's better," he murmured, looking around at the stable's interior. There were only eight stalls in the fairly large building, but the gryphons required more room than horses, which were housed in a separate building.

The young man stepped lightly towards the first of the stalls, in which the objective of his visit was kept. A querying chirr announced that the gryphon hidden inside was awake. "Hey, Bren," John whispered, coming into the stall. He placed the lantern upon a stool in the corner, and moved over to the gryphon lying against the wall. Bren turned his head to watch John with his golden gaze.

"How's my favourite gryphon tonight, hmm?" John asked rhetorically as he reached out a hand towards Bren's tufted ears. Anticipating a good scratching, Bren twisted his head to meet the man's fingers, and began to chirr with pleasure as John stroked his fingertips lightly over the base of Bren's ear.

John smiled, and sat down beside the gryphon, leaning against him as he scratched behind Bren's ears. The gryphon's body was warm, and covered in dust and bits of straw, and his scent.... John leaned his head closer and took a deep sniff. Aside from the straw, there was a somewhat earthy undertone accompanied by a well-used feather duster. He chuckled at the mental image, and moved his hand lower, stroking down Bren's neck towards the border between feathers and fur. The straw gave Bren's loam-coloured fur a speckled look, as if someone had sprinkled him liberally with gold flecks.

Gradually the man worked his fingers lower, smoothing and cleaning the gryphon's fur as he moved towards Bren's nether regions. As if he knew what John had in mind, Bren slowly rolled over onto his back, sprawling lazily in the straw. His hind legs spread widely, further enhancing his male attributes.

The man paused for a moment, taking his hands off Bren's body and just admiring the gryphon in the flickering light of the lamp. "Beautiful Bren," he murmured, before he lowered his head to brush the tip of his nose over the gryphon's sheath, gently inhaling its earthy musk. His tongue slipped between his lips, and, breathing shallowly, he began to groom the sheath's fur, following its grain.

Bren was a very well behaved gryphon. As John worked at his sheath he chirred softly, squirming a little in the dusty straw when the man began to massage his heavy orbs. An ordinary gryphon might have lashed out at the first touch upon his male parts, but Bren had been trained - in secret - to be more than just an attractive, noble way of getting from A to B. It was not well known that at least one member of each generation of the royal family had developed a penchant for interspecies loving.

John watched Bren's reactions as he stroked and massaged the gryphon's sheath and balls, smiling when he saw that the sheath was thickening, and the dark red-purple tip of Bren's shaft was peeking out. He switched his focus to the length slipping into view, shifting around to better gain access to it. He inhaled the warm, masculine scent of the member before he touched his lips to it, sliding them over the tapered tip to welcome the gryphon's meat into his mouth. The taste was unlike any other - sheath slime, stale urine, and a unique flavour of rust that only a gryphon had. It was definitely a taste acquired over time he decided as he carefully bobbed his head, engulfing more of Bren's growing spire.

The chirrs coming from Bren's throat were increasing in volume as John fellated the gryphon. Precum was leaking in a constant dribble from his cock, forcing the man to stop now and then to swallow the mouthful that had built up. Eventually John pulled back, letting the gryphon's shaft slip out. He watched the dark length twitching against its background of belly fur, and wondered how he should continue. It had been about two weeks since the last time he had sucked Bren to completion, but it had also been some time since he had taken that firm male member into himself. However, his main purpose in entering the stable tonight was to help himself to the gryphon's rump. Time and again he found himself drawn to Bren's tailhole. He loved how it felt as the tight pucker opened up to accept his tumescence, the clenching as Bren's rectum tried to eject the fleshy invader, the inevitable outpouring of his seed, and then... John's own erection twitched strongly as the thought of indulging in his most perverted activity flashed through his mind.

Eventually John decided on his course of action. He stood up and began to remove his clothes, placing them on the stool in the corner. Before he took off his worn trousers, however, he removed a small jar from one of the pockets. Once he was naked, John peered at the jar, as his cock, just shy of seven inches long, bobbed with each throb of his heartbeat. Once again he wondered what was in the preparation given to him by one of his friends. It smelled and tasted faintly of spearmint, and was somewhat similar in consistency to nasal mucus. Regardless of what was in it, it was the best substance he'd ever found to use as lubrication for sexual encounters.

He crouched down behind Bren, and worked the lid off the jar. He dipped two fingers into the goop, and gently massaged it into the gryphon's anus. Bren let out a startled squawk when the cold lube touched his hole, but as John carefully worked his fingers in and out of the gryphon's hole he began to chirr again. Now that it was no longer being sucked, Bren's cock had started to disappear again, but it still jerked a little when John pushed his fingers particularly deep. "Mmm, you're a good boy," John murmured, reaching up to Bren's belly and giving it a good rub as worked his fingers in and out of the gryphon's tailhole, making sure it was well prepared for the penetration to follow.

A couple minutes of fingering passed before John felt that Bren was ready. He got into a kneeling position behind the gryphon and, pulling back the foreskin on his thick length, began to rub his glans over Bren's slicked-up anus. Little thrills of pleasure ran through John's body as he did so. He leaned forward and lightly scratched over the gryphon's lower belly, at the same time pressing his cock against the centre of Bren's lovehole.

Bren squawked softly as the crown of John's member slipped through the tight ring of muscle guarding his innards, before resuming his chirrs of pleasure as the man eased carefully forward.

As always, the initial penetration felt exquisite. John took his time inserting himself into his gryphon lover, savouring every moment of his cock's first foray into Bren's rectum. The sensation of Bren's anus working to repel the fleshy invader never failed to thrill him, heightening his pleasure at such an illicit joining.

Nearly twenty seconds passed before John was fully inside Bren's rump, his hairy balls draping over the gryphon's tailbase. He straddled Bren's stocky lower body, gently pressing his well-muscled body against the gryphon's, loving how the coarse fur felt against the softer mat of his chest hair, into which Bren's partially extended cock oozed sticky precum.

After a few moments of revelling in the heat and muscular massage of Bren's anus, John began to thrust with slow, loving movements. He pulled out an inch, then slipped back in, gradually extending his thrusts, but being no less sensual in his lovemaking. He built up a steady rhythm, stopping only to shift into a kneeling position again. He rubbed both hands over Bren's lower body, caressing his heavy sheath and pulsing shaft as he drove his cock deep into the gryphon's depths, edging ever closer towards climax.

As his breathing became more laboured, John slowed his pace. Leaning forward, he pulled the gryphon's member up towards his face, and with a bit of squirming managed to slide his lips over the tapered head. Coordinating his thrusts with the bobs of his head was awkward, but he could tell that Bren appreciated the attention; his cock grew again, until it was at its full ten inch length, throbbing powerfully in John's grasp. Precum leaked copiously from the tip, filling his mouth until he had to swallow. The taste was strong and musky, with the characteristic ferrous flavour that marked it as 'gryphon'. John loved it, how it felt spurting into his mouth, running over his taste buds and down his throat. He stroked his hand quickly up and down Bren's heavy shaft, using his other hand to caress the gryphon's orbs in a masterful feat of coordination.

John tried to hold off as long as possible, slowing his thrusts right down, keeping himself on a simmer while he brought Bren up to the same level. The gryphon's tongue was lolling out of his beak, and an odd rumble was coming from his chest as John stroked and sucked him.

It took a while, for Bren took longer to climax through oral stimulation than through sex, but eventually John sensed the gryphon was near boiling point. He picked up the pace again, pounding his fat, pulsing human cock firmly into Bren's tailhole, while almost manically masturbating him, squeezing the huge knot that had formed at the base of his shaft, until he was startled by a loud keen bursting forth from the gryphon's throat. Almost simultaneously a jet of thick semen rocketed into his mouth, splattering his throat, and causing him to gag as he tried to swallow.

Even as John was coping with the load with which Bren was trying to drown him, his own body succumbed to the rigors of sex. His cock, buried in the gryphon's rectum, jerked and throbbed and began to spill its own load of creamy seed. He pulled out after the first two spurts, allowing the rest of his emission to splash thickly over Bren's puffy, gaping anus, draping it in gooey white strands to briefly form a curtain to hide his rectal darkness before they oozed together and dribbled inwards.

Bren's cum seemed as if it wouldn't stop flowing; it filled the man's mouth in just two squirts, and he was hard pressed to quickly gulp it down before his mouth overflowed. His hands squeezed the gryphon's shaft and knot, and he revelled in each firm pulse as the seed was propelled upward only to go down his gullet.

Again John envied Bren's ability to come for several minutes, as he pulled the gryphon's cock from his mouth and aimed the remaining seminal jets at his face and chest, painting himself in a shiny glaze of gryphon cum.

Once Bren's climactic fluids had reduced to a few weak dribbles running down his shaft, John sucked the last of his seed out, and sat back on his calves. He glanced down at Bren's tailhole; it had closed up, but was thoroughly coated in his pearly white cum. He shuffled back and leaned forward, putting his head close to the gryphon's rump, admiring the mess he had made. There were few finer things in life than an anal creampie, he thought. He inhaled deeply, taking in the bleach-like scent of his semen, and the earthy aroma of Bren's bowels, then opened his mouth and extended his tongue. Lovingly, he caressed the gryphon's anus, lapping up his cum, savouring the taste. Felching Bren was probably his most guilty pleasure; the sheer taboo of it was incredibly thrilling. He took his time, circling around the outer rim before moving to the creamier centre where his cum had pooled. When that was gone, he gently used his thumbs to pull Bren's tailhole open to gain access to a few more millimetres. As he did so, air from within the gryphon's bowels bubbled out, pushing out a goodly amount of semen with it. It was so dirty, but John loved it, not letting up until he'd licked up every blob of cum he could.

Finally he was sated. Smiling, John crawled up beside Bren and began to rub all over his belly, eliciting some pleasured chirrs and rumbles in response. A look at the gryphon's face showed that his golden eyes were closed, and his tongue was lolling again. John moved closer, and lightly rubbed his cheek against Bren's, his stubbly face feeling slightly weird against the smoothness of Bren's feathers. He paused a moment, then pressed his lips to the gryphon's beak in a soft kiss, before stretching out next to him and cuddling close to his warm furry body.

John allowed himself a few minutes of rest beside Bren, listening to the gryphon's breathing slow and deepen as he slipped back into slumber. He sighed and got to his feet, and tried to brush off straw and dust that had adhered to the cum with which he'd liberally painted himself. It was a fruitless effort, and a waste of time given he would have to bathe to properly clean himself off.

"G'night, Bren," he murmured to the gryphon, bending down to give one last belly rub before taking his clothes and exiting the stable, making sure to douse the light first. The stable smelled a bit of sex, but it would dissipate over the next few hours, particularly once doors and windows were opened.

There was nobody around to see John as he stole across the yard, clad only in his trousers, towards the nearest cellar entrance. Only a few guards were around at this hour, and two of them were standing beside the stairway that led underneath the castle to the hot baths. If he'd got the roster correct, these two would be used to his early morning trips to the baths. He always tried to time his visits with Bren to coincide with these two so that he wouldn't get asked awkward questions.

"Morning, Johno," one of the guards said as he approached. "Another romp in the hay, eh?"

John flashed a cheesy grin. "You could say that," he said as he slipped past the guards to trot down the steps.

"Is she pretty?"

Thinking quickly, John shot back, "He is quite handsome, and very well endowed." He left the guard to ponder that as he almost ran down the steps to reach the heavy oak door to the baths. Truth be told, he did have another man in his life - it was a satisfying relationship, but he still hankered for the animal intimacy he shared with Bren.

The bathing chamber was only lightly populated at this time of the morning, with just three other men enjoying a soak in the hot waters, which were sourced from a nearby hot spring. He rinsed himself off before he lowered himself onto one of the submerged stone steps that ran around the edge of the pool. The heat seeped into his body, easing away the previous day's fatigue, leaving him refreshed and wrinkled by the time he got out half an hour later.

After towelling himself off, he repaired to his quarters, which were situated in one of the larger buildings in the stable complex. His time with Bren had taken a fair chunk of his sleeping time, and it wouldn't be long before he had to be up again to start on his day's tasks. Thankfully it was Restday, so he had the luxury of an extra hour before he was to start work.

John crawled into bed, pulling his blankets over his now chilled body. He lay with his hands crossed behind his head, looking up at the ceiling as he mentally relived that night's encounter. One of these days he'd be caught, he was sure of that - the risk was part of the excitement of stealing out to the stable to be with Bren. He grinned as his mind went back to an earlier time, when he'd almost walked in on the Princess Lorissa enjoying the gryphon's company. He'd watched for a short time through the dirty window before he'd crept back to his bed to relieve himself of his sexual tension. Again he wondered if the princess would welcome an extra cock to play with. He preferred male companionship, but he had occasionally indulged in the delights of the female body as well. If Lorissa was open to being fucked by her gryphon, perhaps she'd be up for being double-teamed, or more....

He grinned widely, and rolled over to snuggle up under his blankets. One way or another, he'd get his chance.