{"sf1_id":748110,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Red Hot Lovin'","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":1989,"posted_at":"2014-08-24T00:30:00.000Z","tags":["Dragon","First Time","Griffin","Gryphon","M/F","Pundamental","Vaginal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/748110-red-hot-lovin","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/748110","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=748110\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#16 of Miscellany\n\nJust a contest entry.","content":"                Being\none of the select few of the ancient creatures graced with wings, I have found\nthe thrill of flying to be a never ending source of exhilaration. There are few\nthings that can match this experience, but I have found one thing that is on\npar, and maybe even a little bit better.                 My name\nis Cortina. From the tip of my sexy tail to the sharpest point on my shiny\nbeak; from the farthest reach of my wingspan, I was the epitome of luxurious\nexcess in good looks. My fur was tawny and smooth, and my feathers' were golden\nand glorious. The problem was, I knew of no other like me. It's hard to show\noff appropriately if there is none of your kind to show off to.                 I was a\ncasual acquaintance with a dragon known as Tamalor. Land dragons had ceased to\nexist in this world thanks to an infestation of humans.  Scales were hard, but not so hard as to\ndeflect iron tipped speared. The winged ones had found refuge in the higher\naltitudes, only occasionally making forays for food into the valleys and the\nplains.                 I\ngenerally stayed out of their way, but our paths would cross on occasion. One,\nTamalor by name, was always personable. He seemed knowledgeable about so many\nthings that if I had a problem, I would search him out. It was what brought me\nto him when I felt something askew in my body. I was suffering from some sort\nof ailment that I had never had before. And while I was old in the eyes of\ncreatures like humans, I was young for a griffin. Too young to have taken ill\nwith some unknown ailment.                 He\nlooked me over with that third-eye sort of way he had. I wasn't normally a\ntouchy-feely sort of girl, but today I didn't mind his explorations. In the\nend, he sat back on his haunches. Little licks of flame escaped his lips,\nsomething that happened either when he was angry or when he was amused. I\ndidn't know which of those I preferred.                 \"What's\nwrong with me?\" I pleaded.                \"Nothing.\nYou're as fit as any griffin your age should be.\"                \"But\nI'm not feeling well at all!\"                \"Not\nwell, or merely altered?\"                \"Is\nthere a difference?\"                He\nsighed. \"For example, if I do this, what happens?\" He ran a claw down my\nflanks. It sent shivers through my spine.                 \"By the\neldritch powers! That sent fire through my body. What did you do?\"                He\nrepeated the motion, eliciting the same response. \"Nothing more than what you\nsee. What you feel is caused within your own body.\"                \"So\nwhat's wrong with me?\"                He grew\ntired of my ignorance. \"You're in heat my dear. You need to go find a male of\nyour kind and mate.\"                This\nthrew me off. I was so unbalanced that I careened to the side and fell to the\nfloor of his cave. \"Heat? Male? Mate? There is none of my kind anywhere I have\nflown. How can I mate with something that doesn't exist?\"                \"Now\nthere I cannot help you. If it's any consolation to you, I find it rare that a\nfemale dragon looks for someone to procreate with, leastwise in these lands. It\nis so lonely without your own kind to merge with, even if only once in a\nhundred years.\"                \"A\nhundred years? I guess I could suffer this out once in a hundred years.\"                Tamalor\ngrimaced. \"My kind is fertile once in a hundred years. I believe your kind\ncycles much faster.\"                \"How\nfast?\"                \"I\ncan't say. But if I were to guess, about every year or so until you are with\ncub.\"                I sat\non the stony floor and sighed. Maybe going a year between these indignities\nmight seem long to some, but to me, it was intolerable.  Griffins were known to live three hundred\nyears or more, and dragons even longer. \nSo hundreds more of these \"conditions\" were going to drive me crazy.                \"Isn't\nthere something you can do to help me? Can't you give me something to alleviate\nthe symptoms?\"                He\nlaughed; a long, rolling sound that blew over the mouth of the cave and down\nthe mountainside. \"Alleviate the symptoms? There is no potion for that. This is\npart of life. It's part of your makeup. It's part of being a female. You are\nsupposed to revel in it, not declare it to be some sort of disease.\"                The\nlonger I sat there, the more I dwelled on the feeling inside me. The more I\ndwelled on it, the worse it got. My back end was getting itchy, but not like\nfrom biting flies. It was more; well, it was just itchy. I could feel my\nprivate area swelling and getting damp. No such thing had ever happened before,\nand I was like 40 years old now. I hated feeling like I wasn't in control.                 I got\nup and paced the cave, my wings fluttering out in agitation. \"Are you sure you\ncan't do anything to help me?\"                He\nstarted to speak, then went quiet.  He\nthought for a moment. \"I might be able to try one thing, but there is no\nguarantee it will help.\"                \"I'll\ntry anything once!\"                His\nlook became serious, comingled with something else. I had never seen this\nparticular look before. \"We are friends Cortina. I still remember the year you\nwere born, and what happened to your sire and dam. What I propose may ruin all\nour years of friendship. Are you willing to risk that?\"                \"If you\nhave something that might drive this feeling away, I'll try to not hold you\nresponsible for the results.\"                \"If you\nsay so my dear. What you need is something to, uhh, scratch that itch that's\ngot you in such a conundrum. \"                \"Like a\ntree trunk?\"                \"Ahhhh,\nno. More like this.\" He leaned to one side, showing his scaly underbelly. While\nmost of his skin and scales were black, there was now a large red slash showing\nwhere there had been no such color before. I quickly made the connection that\nthis was his counterpart to my private region. And it struck me all at once\nwhat he was suggesting. I was horrified and sudden aroused at the same time.  I couldn't keep my eyes off of his organ.                I had\nnever seen one before, regardless of the species. So I had no way to judge his\nsize, but it seemed huge. I found the idea of it fitting inside me to be\nridiculous. Yet I was immediately willing to try. I knew he wouldn't hurt me on\npurpose, but my legs went weak with the mere thought. I made my decision and\ntold him in hushed tones;                \"Do it\nbefore I change my mind.\"                I\ninstinctively hunkered down and moved my tail to one side. He was on top of me,\ncarefully moving to avoid clawing me. He knew full well the power of his\nweaponry and that my skin was nothing like his kin's scales. His head moved\npast mine and turned on its neck to look at me. \"Are you ready my dear? I am a\nlittle rusty, but since this is your first time, I guess you won't know the\ndifference.\"                He was\nright. I had no expectations outside of those my body seemed to be waiting for.\nI had no idea what that was, but I had a feeling I would know it when I felt\nit.  That was when I felt a poke in my\nposterior. I lifted up, instinctively assisting him with getting into the\ncorrect place. I had a feeling that his organ in my upper hole would prove to\nbe most uncomfortable.                 The tip\nslid in like a newly forged sword. It was hotter than my body's natural\ntemperature by more than I could possible explain.  I could almost feel the heat spreading\nthrough my body from that point inward. \nAnd the further he drove it in, the warmer I felt. Soon I was filled\nbeyond belief with his enormous piece of male dragon-ness. For all I knew, I\ncould expect to see the tip coming out my chest.                I\nfinally felt the end of it stop deep inside me. Don't ask how I knew or what it\nfelt like, because I think my eyes rolled back in my head and my mind went numb.\nAnd when he pulled back, it was as if he had enlarged even more once he was\ninside. He had. I was woefully ignorant in so many ways.                 You see\nin dragons, the mating process might take days, and the females at times sought\nto extricate themselves from the act. The same was true for my species (I found\nout later) with the males having a rather wicked looking spiked organ. A sane\nfemale would never want something like inside her, but the hormonal imbalance\ntended to make you a little insane. However, if I wasn't that way before he\nstarted, his long, hot member was filling me with an unnatural heat that drove\nme into madness. And it was making my mind a little less balanced with each\npassing moment.                My feet\nclawed the floor, gouging grooves in the solid rock. His rear claws were doing\nthe same, driving sparks from the flesh of the mountain. His flesh was being\ndriven into me, making me feel like I had the blood of a volcano running\nthrough my veins. The feeling that I had prior to this visit was now growing\nexponentially.  It consumed me like a\nfire.                 I felt\nlike one of those poor lesser animals; killed, dressed out and roasting on a\nspit. I was thinking, in the back of my mind, that maybe this wasn't such a\ngood idea. My body argued against that notion, for it was being consumed in a\npassion that I could never put into words. If this was what mating was all\nabout, I was thinking that maybe I wanted to be in heat forever.                I could\nfeel his stiff and lengthy member stirring my insides until my entire body felt\nlike a quivering mass of gelatin. I lost control of my muscles as his full weight\nsettled down on me. I was helpless. That was a new feeling and it should have\nfrightened me. But it didn't.                I was\ntoo overwhelmed while engaged in the motions of the mating process to voice any\nconcerns. As it was, my body began shaking uncontrollably, with vibrations\nheretofore never felt running though my body like a quake shakes a mountain.\nSomething started in my lower abdomen and began to rhythmical contract,\nwracking my body with the strangest feeling ever. I couldn't understand it; I\nshould have been frightened to death but I simply accepted the feeling. My vision\nwent dark and I was overwhelmed with pleasure.                I\nbarely noticed the explosion inside me as Tamalor let loose his bodily\nfluids.  I did manage to sense the pressure\nbuild inside me before it blew out around his member, leaking onto the floor.  It was hot, and I could groggily envision it\nsteaming as it made contact with the cold damp air.                Tamalor\npulled out. I instantly felt hollow inside, and groaned at the loss of his\npresence inside me. My wings fluttered erratically and I couldn't even lift my\nhead to thank him. He was watching me, uncertain if he had done me harm through\nour liaison.                 \"Cortina?\"                \"Yes?\"                \"Are\nyou hurt?\"                \"No.\nJust weak.\"                \"Did\nthis help your problem?\"                \" Help?\nI'm not sure. I think I will have to recover first before I'll know the answer\nto that.  But I think I've just learned\nwhere the saying fire in the hole\ncame from!\"                                                "}