The Ambassador part 2
#2 of The Ambassador
THE AMBASSADOR part 2
The Great Forest was exactly as it could and would be imagined: simply a vast and dense expanse of trees and wild, untamed brush.
On our journey Archeas and I kept relatively close to the edge of the forest, which meant our path would eventually lead us to the North, and into the nation of Ertethia about a hundred miles more.
The country, which housed the largest Ambassador Academy was not the desired destination, and for the next week or so the two of us discussed which direction to take. It was not the Academy that gave us disdain, but the country's extensive love and focus on technology and science, which our kind found to be distasteful
We decided on South, instead of the unfriendly North, and journeyed towards the next nation, The Republic of Atlos. There was still nothing here, except for warmer nights as the months drew closer to the heat of summer. Environmentally, Atlos was amidst pleasant and serene terrain, comforting... one might say.
During the journey, Archeas and I did not have much physical contact, me not riding him and him not needing to embrace me again for several years, although I frequently recalled the time he had held me and kept me safe from myself, and I often wondered if it would be nice to feel such intimacy when I was not on the verge of insanity. We slept separately, both in the wilderness and in the hotels around the country.
Neither of us were particularly fond of the Republic, Atlos, being very cosmopolitan and boisterous. As much as the country side was wonderful, we decided to keep looking.
Further south was a small nation known as Debrin, and much more to our liking. It was quiet, quaint and simple, which although was nice for comfortable living, it was terrible for our profession. Fortunately, the adjacent Kingdom would be better suited to us, although it was - once again - a large and smothering nation.
However, at this point in our journey we were tired of travelling, and thus we planted our feet here, temporarily, avoiding the capital and keeping to the smaller towns near the border.
This was Albreth, a nation without an Academy, but with the plan to build one in the future, and I joked about spreading terrible rumors about Ambassador training, simply to sabotage any chances of the place being infected with one. Archeas did not appreciate the jest, but we both knew I would not betray our kind like that.
It seemed that this town in Albreth, Minsville, would be our home. They spoke the common language, much like Ertethia, Debrin and that which I left as a youngster, so there would be no major compromise in lifestyle. I wanted nothing but to settle down and start my career and do the best I could. With Archeas here with me, I could have a companion and fulfill my needs as a human, and with my training I could distance myself from all others and succeed as an Elite Ambassador.
The first year was incredibly boring, both of us working only on finding a decent home in a place we would enjoy living. Years two through five saw us settled and finally spreading our names around, "Jared and Archeas, Elite Ambassadors for Hire", we found a few jobs.
Two more years, and we were being harassed by simpletons.
I was offered too little money for assassinations that were unnecessary, needs for a negotiator that were solved with no effort at all that a child could have done, and of course excessive manual labor. As I had noticed before, the idea of building an Academy here was something I had heard very early on in the news, and with us here, it seemed that we were to be all they really needed.
From this town came two decent jobs, the only two jobs that are worth mentioning.
First, I was kept quite busy for the best part of a year in dealings with the Dictator of Albreth and the King of Ertethia, and their own standard ambassadors, in discussing the possibility of spreading the Academies to this country and to Debrin north of us. The details of which would span far and are exceedingly boring, for this was the sort of task that would never be "accomplished and sealed", as was one of our mottos, although I believe this silly phrase was something an old friend had imagined himself.
Second was an assassination. Not a mere target though, it was the leader of a band of primitive mercenaries. The hit was easier than I had imagined, and although we made more noise with the local population that I wanted, we completed the job and were paid handsomely.
Two or three jobs a year; this was average for an Ambassador and I would not have it any other way.
**-*-**
Archeas and I did not lead a life of adventure or excitement. For many years we lived quietly and peacefully, associating with very few folks, other than each other, and while I was content with this, I was never convinced that Archeas felt the same.
Both of us were warriors at heart, and enjoyed the intensity of combat, and with no outlet to experience this, we could only take to extensive acrobatics and exercises via hiking and rock-climbing, mountain exploration and other sorts of "adventures". It was enjoyable, and having my Griffon by my side the whole time was the best part of this life.
We had a habit of taking an entire day or so to these exercises, and letting ourselves collapse, exhausted and defenseless by the river where we would bathe and converse with each other. This soon became a ritual, something we shared with each other. Things did not ever change until one particular day in Summer.
On this day, we had just finished exploring caves far south of our home, in the very pit of wilderness, in the rockiest part of this mountain range.
We were situated at the peak, and had spent three days ascending this monument to planetary landscapes. Doing this all in the end of Summer, going into Autumn, made this especially difficult, for the heat, while not affecting Archeas so much, truly did take a toll on me. But we had done quite a bit for this day, and mutually had decided to camp here until the morning.
The sun was setting, and I was sore from the work out of climbing and traversing dangerous terrain. Standing at a pleasant little piece of flat rock looking out over the wilderness, I stripped off my gear and clothes, down to my underwear, a piece of clothing that kept my backside free and my genitals from moving too freely and causing discomfort.
I felt the cool air on me, and the setting sun's warmth was less harsh now, and very pleasant. In the shade of a small tree, I had placed my sleeping gear down (an enormous quilted blanket that Archeas and I both shared), and reclined on my back under the leaves, taking deep breaths into my lungs. Mediation ensued, and I released my soul to the planet and let my mind heal from the day's stress. Perceptions lessened, and all emotion fell away from me, until I deemed it necessary to return.
Archeas approached me and gave a curious glance, having been searching the adjacent area to be sure we were alone, accompanied by no beings either hostile (predatory cats and the like) or benign. I did not see any of this, of course, and nor did I even hear the creature approach, nor did I feel him nuzzle my face with his beak, sniffing at me with a smile.
He nestled down next to me, lying on his side, his feet resting towards the vista and his face close to mine. Physical touch could usually always bring me out of this state, and when Archeas grazed one of his sharp talons along my head, removing wet hair from my forehead, I regained consciousness, a bit startled, and peered up to him.
"Are we secured, Archeas?" I asked. He looked very handsome in the sunlight, the dim orange and pink glow giving his bluish-violet coloring a deep and beautiful effect.
"Yes, friend," he smiled and looked outward to the horizon, the light of the sun shining clearly in his eyes, "This is a wonderful spot you've chosen."
I chuckled, "Yes, it's comfortable here." This concluded our conversation for the time being, and both of us simply wanted to enjoy the moment, the relaxation and silence of the wilderness.
I always retired as the sun set, refusing to be asleep for daylight hours, and Archeas had also found this to his liking and helped me, for the entirety our friendship, to keep this schedule every day of our lives. Now was not the time to sleep, and I wanted to absorb the moment as long as I could.
"Jared..." Archeas spoke. I looked over to him, the Griffon now lying somewhat on his back, propped on one of his arms. I noticed how the light played on his wings, making them seem sort of bronze in color, shimmering.
"Yes, what's on your mind?"
He was smiling warmly, not the devious smirk he frequently put on when we were arguing, wrestling or in some kind of hardcore exercise. Archeas looked happy and was radiating a kind of aura that I could not decipher. Of course I could not, for this was a human quality that I had been trained to avoid, but even so, I could see something friendly in his eyes.
"Would you mind coming a little closer to me? I'd like to hold you." I immediately felt his tail drape over my thigh, making me start just a bit, and sending an enormous shiver along my body.
"Very well, I'd love to." I was happy to hear him ask this, for I had just been wondering how it would feel to have him against me again as we did so many years ago.
I crawled towards him, reaching an arm around his torso and pulling myself against his abdomen, draping the leg on the same side over his own leg. Archeas grinned happily and reached out, touching my shoulder with his clawed hand. I did not mind at all that it was rough, for it was my Griffon being intimate, and I enjoyed that he was happy.
He then shifted, suddenly, and rolled fully onto his back, pulling me on top of him and wrapping his arms around me, hugging me close to his chest. I gasped at the sudden movement - sure I was going to topple both of us over - but did not protest at all, merely giving a chuckle to show my acceptance. He purred loudly and I could feel it in his body, the vibration practically tickling my skin; this let me know how pleased he was.
And I found it to be much to my liking, the purring Griffon holding me was a beautiful sight for me, and I gazed into Archeas' eyes for many moments, simply watching him smile, feeling him purr at me.
Yes, this felt as wonderful as it did when he first touched me so many years ago. It was better though, now that I was mentally stable and happy (happy?) with life. Archeas' body underneath me, feeling his claws softly run through my hair, feeling his long tail wrapping around my leg, it was not about placating miserable intentions this time.
It was about sharing an experience, an emotion.
I felt that sensation again, that sharp pain in my heart, and the pulse rate quicken, and I felt myself perspiring again, even though I was merely lying here, my arms wrapped around his fuzzy body, holding him tightly.
Archeas would know this in me, and I knew very well that he could sense my emotions, although he would never know what I was thinking. If I was scared or frightened, he would know, if I was feeling elated or nervous, he would know, and could empathize with me.
And I truly wished that I could understand this feeling in my body, the odd complexity that I occasionally felt when I was close to him. I enjoyed touching him, greatly enjoyed it, and there was no way that he did not know this.
When I laid my head down onto his chest, I felt him purr again, deeply and very loudly, and he in turned pulled me closer, squeezing my body again. "Jared," he spoke, "there is something I have noticed in you, an unusual light to your aura. Are you feeling okay?"
"Of course I am, Archeas. I'm perfectly happy here." But this was not the answer he was needing.
"That's not what I asked, my friend."
I did not look up or move, and I could not help but quiver as I felt his claw lightly draw along my exposed back, and I could not stop the sigh of pleasure escaping from my mouth. "Yet... it's informative."
"What do you mean, friend?" I was idly curling my fingers around the thick fur on his back, massaging him gently. With that, I was not paying too much attention to his voice, being lost in physical pleasure. Archeas had a very faint aroma to him, a scent made from the heat of the day and his sweat, and the natural habit of his fur and feather to have their own, particular smell, and I enjoyed it as if filled my nose.
"There's something I've been pondering over" the Griffon continued, "in my head of course, a lot, lately."
"What's that?" I asked, and though I was listening, I was still not paying much attention, being so relaxed from his touch.
"I love you, Jared."
I moved my neck to look at him, and I did not fully understand, and he spoke again, "I am in love with you, my Knight."
There was so much silence then, I did not know what to say, or how to piece together his words, and I knew that he understood what I was doing... what I was feeling. He understood what he was doing to me; he was not crashing down on me, of course not, but simply helping me with that pain in my chest.
"Jared, I love everything about you." Archeas pulled up at me, physically asking me to crawl closer so he could nuzzle my face with his beak again, so he could see my face closer, "I love how much your aura burns when you touch me, and that lets me know you like it when I touch you. I love how you smell after the day, like right now, when we've been outside working hard on something we both enjoy. And I really love the way you scratch my neck when I'm tired, when you've been riding me all day, trying to comfort me. I've never told you how much I enjoy that, how much I appreciate it, and I really do."
I had no recollection of ever doing such a thing for him, though it's very likely I was petting him without realizing it, involuntarily perhaps.
"...and I think you're a very handsome human being, Jared." He grinned then, that devious smile. I knew that he was telling me everything he felt. And strangely, it was very akin to how I felt about him. I did think he was beautiful, gorgeous, actually. And I equally loved the touch of him, the smell of him, and how he occasionally comforted me with a claw or wing when I was upset about something.
It seemed so simple then. That intense pain, the confusion. I was trained to ignore it, and was best to not even have it in our comprehension. But I was a human being who was capable of Love, regardless, and it seemed impossible to erase from our hearts.
"I love you too, Archeas." I gaped at him, astounded and worried simultaneously. That was the sensation I was feeling in the "heart" and the "numbness". It was the abstract notion called "love", that terrifying thing that hung over my head, pushing down on me. I knew now that what I felt for my Griffon was love, but I was unsure if this feeling is what had been bothering me from the start.
Perhaps I had been human all along, and I needed to find love to be happy and content. The dark cloud upon me might not have been guilt for being apathetic to life, but regret for leaving behind the kind of life that I truly desired, and truly deserved. As a human being, my soul was best used when in conjunction with another's, and my mind was at its sharpest when I had someone else there to help me in life.
All of this came slowly, crept up from my stomach and I almost gagged on the thought that I had once been arrogant and my primitive ego had ruled my life. It was at this moment that I was born again, and for the first time in my life, thirty-two years in existence, is when I finally found home. I had finally found the purpose of my life.
I felt, suddenly, that the Universe itself had become clear. That perhaps its message had finally arrived, was able to come to me now that the dark cloud was gone. Perhaps Archeas knew this; he had seen this so many years ago when I lost my mind at the river side. My Griffon knew that my mind was not suited for such lies.
Still, I did not wish to let Archeas know that I wept with joy. It was not pleasant, but nor was it devastating, and it quickly passed.
Archeas pulled up at me again, coaxing me to come closer although I was almost face to face with him, he wanted to touch my face with his. I felt his bill against me, touching my cheek, and I felt his tongue graze my skin. It was gentle and his show of affection thrilled me, and I could not help but kiss him then, pressing my lips to his beak.
Feeling the feathers of his face against mine was a sensation unlike any other. The smell of those feathers was unlike anything else, it was pleasantly mild, though it reminded me of a soft breeze, the aroma clinging to the wind on a warm day, during the early days of spring. Archeas smelled like a Griffon, a wonderful creature I held in my arms and gently licked, feeling his tongue touch mine through his sharp bill.
I needed to feel him with my hands, feel that face and mouth with my fingers, so I did, and as I stroked along his head, Archeas closed his eyes and purred happily. His posture slumped, even though he had been reclining; the soothing touch of my hand had apparently subdued him, and he smiled warmly, pulling in his wings closer to his body.
My touch was causing all these reactions, my body against his and the sliding of my fingers along his beak and mouth, he purred for me, and held me tight to his body because I made him happy, and he loved being my Griffon, being my friend and partner in our mutual careers. I had to admit to myself, that I felt the same about him: I loved that he was mine and I could be here to hold him, taste and smell him.
Being practically naked, I could feel everything around me very well, the softness of his tummy and the strong power in his legs, all the soft tickling of his feathers. I could feel his soft feline foot against one of mine, the prehensile tail entwined around my thigh, and another source of warmth, moisture. Thus, I pushed away slightly in order to look downward to my stomach, to find that his erect phallus had been pressing against me.
I met his gaze, Archeas smiling all the while, holding his clawed hands against his chest in some kind of display of submission to me. It was very clear by his demeanor and lack of speech what he wanted of me, and I was very willing to accommodate him.
Archeas' sexual organ was a clean, glistening color of pale violet, almost reddish-violet, and of a reasonable size, given the proportions of our bodies. His phallus was wider than my own, when fully erect, and slightly longer. I touched it lightly at first, holding it gently and giving it soft squeezes, feeling its warmth and moisture, enjoying it.
The Griffon purred louder then, squirming slightly to make himself more comfortable underneath me. I, in turn, squirmed a bit to reposition myself to recline by his side so I was not hunkered over him any longer, and I continued to grasp and stroke his member, watching my hand move along, feeling the heat from it and feeling the soft tickling of his testicles at my wrist.
"What would you like me to do for you?" I asked him through a whisper.
"You can do anything you like. I trust you, Jared." Archeas sighed and arched his head to nuzzle against my neck, stroking his claws upwards along my back, the skin of which was covered with sweat. My neck was damp too, and he was pushing his head along my head happily.
I felt him lick at me again, gently lapping up along my neck and at my ear, then gently pecking at the appendage with his beak. The sensation invigorated me, and I instinctually clenched his stiff member when my body shivered, and in turn he quivered as well.
His breath came warm at my neck and ear, Archeas huffing through his nostrils at me, sighing, "Hmmm, I love that smell. My Jared, so handsome, it feels so wonderful having you touch me, my Knight."
I chuckled a bit, knowing that he spoke truth of everything, and thinking to myself that I shared his feelings; I enjoyed having him against me and being able to smell him so intimately. He had no skin that I could taste, though, as he could mine. The taste of his bill was unique, and that of his hand, the hard callused flesh of his claws, this too was nice. But my curiosity for his most intimate flesh was stronger than anything else.
I readjusted once again and positioned my mouth over his phallus, standing it upright for my tongue, and I took him inside me, sliding my tongue downward along the shaft, receiving a pleasant burst of thick, sticky fluid from his urethra.
Not being upon his chest, I could not feel the deep purring the same way. But Archeas certainly appreciated my efforts. And I was glad that I had decided to pleasure him, for his member, wet and warm in my mouth, tasted absolutely wonderful.
I was not completely ignorant to the ways of the male sex, having partook in a few adventures during our days in the Academy with various, curious men. I knew how to use my lips and tongue on Archea's limb to make him feel good; I sucked on him lovingly, took the entire thing into my mouth, letting it slip past my uvula, and although it made me gag, I loved knowing that I had pushed him inside of me so deep.
I looked upon his face once during my efforts, and his eyes were closed, his mouth working air awkwardly, evidently in delights to the things I did to him. I was showing him how much I loved him, by caressing his sexual organs so gently with my hand and mouth, such vulnerable parts of the creature's body, and by accepting his submission to me I showed him that he could trust me. By hearing his soft moans of pleasure, I knew that I had done right.
After several minutes of this, my mouth was feeling a bit tight and sore. His thick flavor had filled my mouth to my pleasure, and I was very comfortable holding the shaft in my hand, kissing the head and licking along the shaft a few more times before I tried something else entirely.
I put my lips against his testes, licking at the fur, and running my tongue underneath them, wanting to put them in my maw as well. Like his shaft, this part of his anatomy tasted pleasant as well, and the fur covering them was a nice feeling upon my lips and cheeks.
Not soon after I started this, Archeas began to fidget again, gripping his back legs with both of his hands and pulling them towards himself, both lifting his abdomen off of the ground and exposing his posterior to me. As Archeas did this, his tail came unwinding out from under him and I could see his anus, pale pink.
The area looked as appetizing to my mouth as his genitals did, and I looked to his face for confirmation, hearing him say, "Please, Jared, can I feel your tongue in me?"
I eagerly obeyed him, laying myself along the blanket as best I could and angling my head so I could access the orifice. The Griffon's scent was incredibly strong now, though it was only his unique aroma and sweat, his anus slightly damp, but clean and far from a mess. I took my tongue to his hole and started slowly, licking with just the tip, curious as to how it might taste.
His pathetic moans let me know that he loved the sensation, and the taste on my tongue was terrific, so I pushed forward and lapped at his wet orifice hungrily, gripping both sides of his posterior and stuffing my nose up into his testicles, my mouth agape and working at him fiercely.
Archeas spread himself as best he could, tugging at his own body and pushing outward with his sphincter muscles, letting me taste him even deeper. I pushed in as far as I could, digging my tongue inside of his warm cavity and slurping wetly, coating my chin in my own saliva. His flavor and thick musk filling my head drove me wild, and I did not wish to stop, even with a sore and wet jaw from all the effort.
I gripped tighter with my digits - digging my fingers lightly into his plushy body and fur - and pushed up forcefully on him, bringing him a few inches further from the ground, and feasted on his anus, sealing my mouth off around him and lapping a quickened pace. The effect was that it gave me a better angle at which to work and put less strain on my neck muscles.
Archeas was in rapture, and I could tell from the faint sounds of his squawking and breathless moaning. He dug his claws into his legs and pushed against me, begging me, with his actions, to take him farther and farther.
It was then, I felt moisture leaking down onto my face, and looking up I saw that he had slightly ejaculated and the fluid was thickly running down his genitals and along his perineum to where I could taste it.
Taking a few seconds to clean it up, I was finally able to taste his most intimate part available. It was remarkably strong, but not enough to make me regret the action in the slightest. I wrapped my tongue around his twitching member and swallowed as much as I could, letting his thick taste fill my mouth, not unlike a strong liquor. I loved it as much as he did.
I quickly took back to feasting on his wet hole, but now kept a grip on his soaked member and pumped at it as I lapped at him. He had not come all the way, and I wanted to see if I could bring him to his climax.
"Jared, I'm so very close. Do you want me to come?" It was difficult to stop myself, for I badly wished to see him spray his load and I wanted to taste it all. However, I rather would have let him wait a bit longer to enjoy our play for more time, but I certainly would not stop taking my pleasure in his anatomy and his incredible flavor, as there was plenty of adrenaline running through me; I was excited.
I stood up onto my knees, leaning over him and pressing my fingers to his anus, sliding a few inside him, grinned and stroked at him more slowly.
"Take me, Jared. I need to feel you inside me, please take me."
I had noticed, after he requested this, that my own groin was hanging very close to his anus. With some very slight maneuvering I could penetrate him and give him what he wanted.
Minutes prior to now, hours, days and beyond to the years, the many years in which I had known Archeas so deeply and personally, this request would have perturbed me. The mere concept of mating with my own Griffon, my mount that I had trained with, fought and wrestled with, cried and laughed with, it was simultaneously enthralling and equally astounding.
For a brief moment I remained static and silent, gazing down upon Archeas, the fierce warrior that I respected, how he lay there on his back, his legs help upward and apart, begging me to mount him and make love to him, to push myself on him. For a brief moment, I had a strange paradigm shift, and then I totally respected and adored him once again, for I could now see him as a more rounded individual.
Archeas was a creature, not too unlike myself: he had emotions, a demeanor and various others for whatever reasons, fears and fantasies, he lusted (just as we lusted for each other now). Neither of us was static; we were alive and our souls were engulfed in purifying fire.
That he was my mount, I his rider, and I supposed to be - by all the teachings - more dominant than he, none of this mattered now. Our lifestyles, personalities and beliefs were of no consequence at this moment, when sexual lust was the World to us, when our Spirits were fully ignited and conflagrating together, fueling the other and begging the other. Being a Rider and his Griffon meant nothing anymore, we were simply on the road of Life, two creatures in love with each other, and flowing with the highest of sexual and soulful passion.
Neither of us was better than the other, neither more intelligent or more in control. There were no roles, no hierarchy, for this would only destroy the Truth in life and sully our love, and we would be left with nothing but the rotten dregs of a pathetic sort of existence, burned and blackened by atrocities. We had shed those ridiculous notions, those stations in life, and ascended high to the place where a true mortal soul resided.
After I removed my undergarments, I leaned forward, straining to posture myself above him and placed both hands upon his body. I used the thick fluids of his sex to make my own shaft slippery, and added a glob of saliva to the mix, hoping it would be enough to let him enjoy it. I wished to cause him no pain or discomfort other than the typical intensity of this manner of intercourse.
Resting my tired torso above him, holding onto his thickly-muscled abdomen, I positioned our bodies accordingly and listened to him pleasantly twitter and moan as I gently slid inside of him. In a quiet and beautiful song, Archeas sighed melodiously as I entered him, bringing forth a tune, the pitch higher and higher as I pushed inside, another inch and another.
Archeas grunted once, then breathed a plea for me to be a bit easier on him for a few seconds so he could relax. Yet I was sure he could handle it, for I was getting more and more excited with the idea of letting myself go inside of him, using his warmth and strength to go up and beyond any sex and connection I had ever had.
I retracted once and remained there for a moment, then pushed in more deeply, smoothly but not too quickly. My Griffon was so warm and invigorating, his muscles enwrapping me tightly, and I could tell by the way he was growling at me, slightly gruff in his voice, that it was rough on him. I was certainly not dry, though, and I even gave us both one more dose of saliva to help. Thus, I gave him some more time to adjust.
I entered again and began the motions. The friction built up fairly quickly, and the slight workout Archeas was giving me was making me sweat again, and my upper body was tensing. I held onto him, gripping with both hands at his lower torso, using my arms to keep myself up, and every other muscle to ride him.
After several seconds, our eyes met once again, and we could both see extensive strain in the other's face, though it was scoured with heated passion and energy. Both of us were turning rugged from the work, but neither of us were tired yet. Archeas was clearly enraptured, and I was certainly enjoying myself.
I found acceptance and bliss in my Griffon's face, in the performance as he closed his eyes and tilted his head backward onto the padded ground beneath us, his voice whimpering now.
I observed him with a gaze of total love, taking his beautiful anatomy into my mind, letting it paint further views of intrigue and passion across my psyche and letting it fuel my lust for him. The feel of his soft fur and feathers against me, the heat from his body and the painful tension building in my own, the sweat building up on my skin, every single bit of stimulus thrilled me, and I knew that if I kept going as I was, I would soon finish.
And soon I did. With a grunt, gripping him tighter than ever and hissing, growling, I came with force. My mount could not feel the tremendous release as I ejaculated deep inside of him, and could not share in the intense trembling and tightening as I felt. Yet he knew exactly what was happening to me, and the idea of his Knight taking him over like this and filling him with his seed was a treasure to him.
When it was over, my climax and the accompanying invigoration, I nearly collapsed onto him and began panting softly, letting my hot, wet face sink into his velvety body. There, as I breathed heavily, I could taste him in the air, smell him strongly; it was comforting and relaxing. For this moment, I wanted nothing but to hold on to him, and it did not matter that I was slipping out from him, or that I might be putting too much pressure upon him.
Archeas said absolutely nothing, and although I could not see that he was smiling warmly at me, I felt his hands upon my back, his sharp talons and rough hide gentle on my skin, and I knew he was happy. Whatever reason he wanted this, for whatever reason he needed to feel my tongue on him, my sex inside of him and taking him to the cascading waves of lust, I did not yet understand, but I was delighted to have given it to him. I loved him deeply, and not once did I regret it, or feel that I was unclean or a disgrace because of it.
I sighed, a quivering breath outtake, and tightened my grip, wrapping my arms around him in attempts to feel him as close to me as possible. The mere presence and existence of his beast in my arms, my Griffon Archeas, filled me with a feeling of intimidating dread and joy, simultaneously. The sensation was unusual and for the moment, still fairly unclear. But I knew one thing now: that I loved him and I wanted to be here with him like this forever.
After several moments of my recuperation, regaining my breath and sitting up, I realized he had not yet climaxed as I had. Thus I smiled and went back to work on his phallus, the soft purple fleshy meat being still hard and wet. I took it into my hand, the other cradling his fluffy, warm testes, and caressed him, stroking and gripping softly, then vigorously.
With a squawk, he showed his appreciation, whimpering again and gripping at the ground with both claws, digging them into the blanket, puncturing the fabric. I knew that the stimulation and sensations I had given him previously were enough to bring him close already, and it did not take much more effort on my part to finish him.
He gasped, breathing heavily, his wings lightly fluttering, and climaxed. Archeas leaked, then drizzled his warm fluids, then in spurts it erupted in bursts, splashing against my hand and his stomach. As I thrust it into my mouth to taste his semen, it splashed against my tongue and throat, me licking at it happily and verily drinking it.
Archeas crooned when I did this, and I moaned with the spicy injection of his seed into my maw and my gullet, feeling its flavor rise up into my sinuses and my head. I swallowed all of him that I could, squeezing at the rod fiercely and pumping it, loving each long spray filling my mouth.
When he was finished, I was overcome with the pleasure of tasting him so intimately, thus I decided to clean up the rest of him, licking heavily along the shaft and the into his fur. I stopped when the scent was absorbed so much into my mind and throat that it burned, and I could not take anymore. I sneezed lightly, and Archeas chuckled, telling me to cease my zealous efforts and to resume snuggling upon him, thanking me graciously for having bestowed everything upon him.
The glow was there, and our joy - the ecstasy with which we were ensconced - was something I wanted to feel for the remainder of my mortal life. The heat of that day would linger with me forever, and days after this I could still feel his fur on me, and his smell was absorbed in my skin. These things delighted me, and that my Griffon was such more strongly part of my Spirit now was, I think now, what I had been needing in my life, in my eternal journey.
As the years followed in their cyclical patterns, the bond grew stronger and uplifted higher, until Archeas was not simply my lover, my Griffon, he was part of me, and my existence was entwined with his. I was no longer simply Jared the Ambassador, I was Jared and Archeas: he was Archeas and Jared. This was the path on which I trod, and would do so until my death.
In regards to my eventual passage into the Universe, I knew very well that Archeas would outlive me for many, many years after my death. I was not fond of the idea of being separated from corporeality and not united with him in the Universe. I accepted the fact that my life was fractured without him, and would patiently await his return to it, the return to me. And what of -him- when I departed?
When I asked him about this, we were much older. Our life had taken us to other cities, other adventures, to meet new people and have exciting jobs. I was still unsure if we would ever settle permanently, and thus my mind was circling like this, I asked him how he would feel.
We lived in a small house in a village close to the ocean, in the range of the forests and mountains we loved, and we were very far from where we started in the Academy so many years ago. It was small and serene, a place quiet and secure to allow us peace. It was there, while I and my Griffon lay upon our bed embraced in each other's warmth and love.
Archeas looked upon me with a faint sadness in his eyes, and silently declined to answer, and we resumed embracing each other upon our bed in our home. I would likely never know what he felt or thought when I asked him of this, but I decided there on to let the future not be an obstacle in our Life.