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*In this part, Naran has to deal with the relentless teasing of his female gryphon companion as she searches for a proper way to relieve herself of a most dire urge. Can the bond between a Rider and his gryphon extend farther than what the laws of men and logic dictated? Read this story and find out! There's a lot of warmth (literal and proverbial) included. *

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He woke up to her warm weight pressed against him. She cracked an eye open, trilled, but didn't budge.

"Too tight a squeeze," Naran mumbled. He blinked to clear the haze from his eyes and tilted his head. In every direction, feathers, fluff, plumes. He pressed a hand against them, pushed and pulled at Lira's wing, but she only pushed back.

Naran groaned. "At least tell me where the sun is."

"You can see for yourself."

He couldn't. Not from where he stood, pinned under Lira's heavy hindquarters, confined under her sprawled wing. He slithered his arm across the grass, groping at the dew laden grass strands. A chilling gust swept at his drenched fingers, confirming his suspicion.

"Not even dawn. Go back to sleep." Naran curled an arm and rested his head on top of it.

"Gryphons don't go back to sleep once roused."

"Pretend to."

"Gryphons don't pretend."

"Attempt to."

"Humans try. Gryphons succeed."

Word games. Always word games. And the damned sun didn't even rise.

Something else stood up in its stead, hard against his breeches. Lira shifted her hindquarters and placed a hind paw right on top of his bulge. The warmth of her pads seeping through his leggings only made it worse. "Fine. Now have the courtesy of removing yourself."

The quip earned him tail fluff in his mouth and a sore cheek where her tail struck him. Naran rubbed it and glared at the gryphon who poked her head past her wing, chirping in delight. Did she need reminding of what transpired last night? Of how he...

His member pulsated, and his hips jerked against his will. Lira's paw clenched around his member, hard enough to draw a soft rumbling from Naran. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a groan came out of his parched throat. "Scout. Get some rabbits, squirrels, whatever."

She cocked her head, removed her paw, and lowered her beak towards his bulge. Naran grabbed it and gave her a thorough rub, enough that her eyes closed and a smooth chirp rumbled in her throat.

"There, there," he said as his fingers caressed and kneaded at her most receptive areas, her chin and the sides of her beak. "You're good now. Awake enough to get something done than stare at..." he swallowed hard at that and let his hands convey the message instead.

Lira cooed in delight. She slumped on top of him, brushing her cheeks against his chest and nipping at his tough leather jerkin. Naran had to push her away, least she ripped to tatters, just like his previous tunics. When her tail flicked and her hindquarters shivered with the strain of movement, Naran stopped.

"That's enough. Off you go." He rolled to the side and placed a thigh on top of his erect member to cover it.

Lira squawked her displeasure. With slow, deliberate movements, she got onto her feet, stretched, ruffled her feathers and preened them, a soft chirp rumbling in her throat.

Naran sighed. He stretched his arms, then rolled onto his rump. His morning wood protested at the sudden movement with a twinge. A grunt escaped him, and Lira's gaze hovered over him. Her ears perked.

"I saw it already. Felt it beneath my paw. Why hide it?"

Naran didn't answer.

She spread her wings, crouched, and shot into the air, shrieking and twisting in a series of aerial displays before the sky swallowed her. Naran chuckled and shook his head.

"Not impressed!" He yelled. "Still won't mate you!"

Blood rushed to his cheeks when she responded with a high pitched cry. What started as a joke now made his stomach rumble due to nerves. What did she make of that, after what happened last night?

Naran shuddered at the thought, then scrambled to his feet to busy himself with the saddlebags. He strapped them onto the saddle, took a few hearty gulps from a water skin and splashed the rest onto his short cropped hair. Cold, watery snakes slithered down his hot skin. He wiped them, then paused when his joined hands covered his face. He stood like that for a dozen heartbeats, breathing in the dusty tang of his palms, mixed with Lira's sweet fragrance.

His nose itched with it, and his heart picked up as the memory of her slick depths clenching around him. She sucked him in, her tight walls squelching with the pressure of his meaty finger pushing against them.

"Gah!" Naran threw his hands in the air. "What am I supposed to make of this, dear Lira?"

Most gryphons left their Riders to quench their lust the first day and returned within the week. Some females waited it out for as long as three days during a mission before departing to find a mate, take his seed, and return.

Today was Lira's fifth day, and she was still here.

Or was she?

Naran's stomach sank at the prospect of her leaving him. His head swerved towards the morning sky, his gaze darting back and forth across the cerulean expanse. A scoff escaped him a moment after.

"She left not ten minutes ago, you bloody idiot." Yet, in spite of his words, he paced around, slow at first and faster with each breath he took. His steps became long strides when Lira's shrill sent ripples across his chest. Naran gasped and faltered due to the intensity of the sound.

"Out of breath, and not even hunting." A thump came, then another.

Naran's eyes shifted from the two plump rabbits to the approaching gryphon.

"I was packing!" He put on his best smirk. "You pack next time. I reckon you said your talons are more flexible than your own words. That will help. Surely." He drew back when Lira reached him. Gods, she was big. Her broad chest filled his vision, her forelegs were as thick as his, and she had to lower her head to reach him.

Naran wrapped his arms around her neck and rubbed her nape. "I wasn't really packing. I did pack. Some of it."

"And the rest?" she inquired with a squeak.

"After I eat."

"You told me food slows down a human's processes."

Naran chuckled. "Gryphon wisdom..." he trailed off as his hands shifted towards the sides of her beak. He dabbed and rubbed under her chin with the pads of his fingers, urging a mellow purr.

"Did you eat?"

Her purr deepened as she dug her head into Naran's chest. He staggered and gripped a fistful of feathers to keep his balance. Gods, she was strong! "I'll take that as a yes."

The rumble of her stomach begged to differ. Naran rolled his eyes at that.

"So we have two rabbits for OUCH--" Naran drew his hand away from her beak when she nipped at it. It only grazed his skin, but still had a damned sting to it. "If you consider eating me, at least take a hard look at what..." The pun died in his throat as Lira shook her head, rubbed her neck against his torso, and clacked her beak. Naran cupped one of her ears to rub between his fingers. It shivered and flicked away.

He trailed his fingers along her chin, through the thin feathers of her cheeks, rubbed the sides of her beak, where she liked it the most. She trilled at that, but still didn't favor him a glance. What came over her?

A throaty shriek left her beak. Naran yelped and stumbled three steps back, heart pounding in his chest at that sudden sound. Lira covered the distance in one step, settled her beak on his shoulder, and exhaled.

Naran kissed its smooth, warm surface. "You lied when you said you never get affectionate on an empty stomach."

She let out a soft chirp and trotted towards the rabbits. "These are yours. Prey stood away from clearings this morning."

Naran scoffed. "Prey never stays away from clearings. You're just trying to..."

The thump of her crashing bulk put a stop to his words. It wasn't like Lira to sulk over a failed hunt, nor evade a taunt when it hit her pride like a straight arrow. Naran drew his head back, squeezed his eyes shut, and took a deep breath.

"I apologize if I--"

That's when he noticed it, a dark patch of soaked fur spreading across the inside of her tawny haunches. It dried and clumped in patches outward, while the area closer to her pink slit still glistened with heat's sheen.

Naran bit his lip. She oozed so much! Some of it still trickled down her rump and formed thin, slimy strings as it dribbled onto the grass. Lira's hindquarters rocked against the thick base of her tail, and a moan escaped her when it rubbed against her slit. She swung her tail once, twice before it fell limp across the grass.

Her head swung towards him, emerald eyes bearing straight into his. "The last pack of bandits camps in the hills. Spotted the embers of their dying fire, but couldn't find a suitable spot to land."

"There's time for bandits, and times for cooking."

"And for snuggling." She lifted an inviting wing. "It will take them until sundown to get to Deer's road."

"I'd rather eat first."

She clattered her beak and flexed her talons.

He rolled his eyes. "Then again, the soul must be nourished in equal measure. Silly buzzard," he whispered under her breath.

"Scrawny two legs."

"Crow."

"Crows are birds." Lira said.

"You are a bird."

She lifted a hind paw and flexed her coal black toes, then did the same with a front leg. "They look rather different, and I happen to have a pair of each."

Naran shrugged, unfazed. "What about the feathers, the wings?"

"What about the clothes? Do they make you a walking blanket?"

"That's different! I already explained you the purpose of human coverings."

"So have I emphasized the purpose of feathers around a gryphon's chest, neck, wings."

Naran smiled. That was his Lira! A stubborn buzzard who made everybody's morning miserable. He rolled next to her side and hugged her neck when she settled her beak onto his lap. "That you did."

She chirped softly, basking in the caresses and rubs she received.

"You keep reminding me how few weaknesses you have," he said with half a mouth.

"That wouldn't happen if your memory didn't resemble a chicken's."

"Oh?" Naran grabbed her hind paw and squeezed it tight between her fingers. It was so slick! He knew gryphons only sweated through their paws, and that it only happened during intense stimulation or excitement. Her pads, being the only area of her body without fur or feathers, also happened to be extremely sensitive.

Even a faint rub urged a jerk of her foot. "I can tickle you to death."

Her toes curled inwards and claws left their sheath, enough to bite into his skin and force Naran to release her. He only managed a gasp before the same paw connected with his chest and forced him upon his back.

Naran didn't squirm. He knew better than that, when onyx claws almost the size of his palm pressed upon his belly. He sighed, and Lira chirped in delight. Her claws retracted as her paw slithered on top of his belly. Then, flexed her toes and protracted her claws just enough to knead at his stomach. Naran squeaked and squirmed. He tried to push the damn thing away, but her claws tore a thin gash in his tunic.

"I can tickle you to death as well."

"Point proven. Just--just bloody stop."

She stopped.

Naran removed her paw from his gut and scrambled onto his feet. "So much for cuddling."

Lira trilled. She trudged away from him, then rolled onto her back, flaring her wings and kicking at the air with all fours. Naran shook his head, and his eyes moved back and forth in their sockets when her ruddy slit came into view. Look at it, or look away? He did a little of both, until the subtle movement under Lira's tail caught his attention. Her slit shivered and spewed a glob of clear liquid onto the grass.

Naran hardened instantly at the sight, at the prickly sweetness mixed with earthy and herbal odors drifting from her. They became more pungent the closer he shuffled towards her, until his eyes watered and his cock pulsated inside his leggings. Lira's tail wrapped around his legs when he knelt beside her rump. She shivered with the craving to be filled. Begged for it.

Naran grabbed her paws instead, stroking her smooth pads with slow, gentle movements. Her meaty, central pad was as big as his fist, and the bean shaped toes slightly smaller, yet still bigger than his own fingers. Like her slit, they oozed the same pheromone-filled scent. The more Naran took in, the harder his cock throbbed, until a drop of pre slithered through.

He fell onto his bottom at that, yelped, and gripped Lira's tail for leverage. A jolt of pain ran through his tight erection, and his balls shuddered at the impact. Lira, too, brought her head up at the commotion.

Naran froze. His cheeks turned beet red and his temples threatened to burst with embarrassment. He stood not a hand span away from her oozing privates! "Uhm, I slipped." He feigned a smile to reassure her.

Lira chirped, lidded her eyes, shifted onto her side and trudged backwards. Straight towards him, her tail raised to expose her slit. Naran's eyes widened. He pet her rump, and she stopped before she smeared all that slimy ooze across his leggings.

Only, she wanted more than a pet. Her tawny hindquarters shook, urging Naran's fingers closer to her shivering slit.

Naran gulped hard, took a deep breath, and said, "Lira, are you in control? I heard instincts have a way with a gryphon's mind, especially..." he paused to lick his lips. "Especially when she's in heat."

"Male humans rub their serpents, and they don't have heat to blame." She bucked her hindquarters, the ripple of movement forcing Naran's fingers upon her smooth, warm, shivering slit.

Naran's gaze flickered for a moment as his finger caressed her twitching lips. Her fluids smeared his fingers in mere moments, and she tensed up when Naran penetrated her with a wet squelch.

"I'm a gryphon of superior intellect," she answered to his silence. She pushed harder, forcing his finger deeper within her squeezing depths. "I can make connections. Humans don't go into heat, but they still battle the urge by relieving themselves." She pulled back with a faint squeak.

Naran gasped when the soft gropes, the overwhelming warmth, that tantalizing, slippery moisture left his finger. He wanted back inside, more than anything, but her words gave him pause. He rested his hand atop her slit. It was narrow, yet broad enough for four fingers to slip inside. He rested two atop her folds. Naran rubbed the silken, throbbing flesh, and Lira trilled and shuddered.

"This is..." he shook his head. "It's not the same, Lira. Humans are more complex than that."

"Why not?" She twisted her head to clack her beak in irritation. "It's still a need, like hunger and thirst. And just like hunger and thirst, it has to be quenched."

"By a mate," Naran cut in. "Not by this," he wiggled his slimy fingers in front of her.

His stomach sank at the words, and his gaze drooped, unable to hold her eyes anymore. He loved her more than he loved himself! That's why she had to leave and find a mate to sate her urges.

He groaned when her tail settled onto his lap. Such a long, muscular, beautiful thing.

"Why didn't you leave?" He forced himself to ask. "A mate will fill your emptiness better than my fingers can." He turned beet red, and he had to clench his jaws to prevent the climax rising within his rock hard member.

Her tail flicked, and the fluffy tip filled his mouth and face. Naran spat and scrunched his eyes shut. When he opened them again, Lira's head stood where her hindquarters used to be. She pushed her cheek into his chest and chirped softly.

"What can a mate do that you can't?"

Naran's breath caught when her chin rested on top of his already sensitive erection. He pulsated within his leggings and hardened to the point where even a stroke would bring forth his peak. Lira's ears perked. "You're hard." She drew back and raised her hackles. "Harder than you've ever been." She dabbed at it with her beak, and Naran flinched.

Then she did it again, and again, and again, rubbing and pressing the sides of her beak against it. Naran grabbed her neck to push her away, but his strength faltered and stars speckled his vision. He bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood, but pain vanished among the waves of overwhelming pleasure.

He arched his back, thrust his hips forward, and gripped a fistful of feathers as he burst within his leggings. He cried out at each searing spurt that left his convulsing member until his throat turned raw and his muscles burned from the strain of climax. He crashed onto his back, panting under Lira's quivering beak.

"You released faster than a gryphon," she said. Her beak inched closer, nostrils flared as she took in his scent. Naran slapped it away. His clammy seed dribbled across his thighs, and each gust of wind turned it cold and disgusting.

"You will not speak of this." He scrambled onto his legs, fell on his knees when the seams of leggings bit into his sensitive tip, growled and pushed himself up. "You will not mention it, nor ask a damned question before I clean myself."

He shuffled to the satchels, one soggy, sticky step at a time, then threw their latch open and hurled their contents onto the grass. Tunic, scabbard, nothing, useless, shit, piss. Where were the damned leggings? Naran turned towards a washed grey sack covered with flies, only to scrunch his nose at the sour, decaying smell wafting through the linen. He wasn't desperate enough to wear blood stained gear, days after the deed had been done.

He picked a patch of oiled cured leather meant for his bow string and used it to wipe his seed instead.

"Is your superior intellect satisfied?" He growled. "Was the outcome to your satisfaction, o great, powerful, shrewd gryphon?"

He swiped his head around to catch a glimpse of her. As expected, she followed him. Didn't even have the courtesy to lie in the same spot he left her.

"Gah!" Naran jerked when her head appeared at the edge of his vision, and he swerved left, away from her inquisitive gaze. His temples pounded, his heart raced in his chest, and his throat itched with the urge to either shout or laugh at his ridiculous predicament.

He gritted his teeth instead, and dabbed at the blood welling on top of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. When he finished cleaning himself, he pulled up the leggings, winced at the damp coldness between his legs, and turned towards Lira.

"There are certain boundaries a gryphon and her wing mate shouldn't cross."

She took a step towards him, but her paw froze in mid air. "Says who?"

"Me!" Naran said, louder than intended. "Is that not enough? Or do I have to become a gryphon before you start respecting my choice?"

Lira dipped her head into her chest, bowed in submission and turned around, tail flicking across her fluids smeared rump.

Naran took a step towards her and opened his mouth. He wanted to shout his apology, tell her how inconsiderate he was and how much he cherished her choice of sticking with him, in spite of her heat.

He couldn't. His tongue tangled within his mouth, and all that came out was a whimper, soft and pathetic.

"I love you, Lira," he whispered. "Enough to disagree with your silly choice."

He couldn't fulfill the role of a mate, and needed to make her understand that. Yet, whenever he thought of her words, his heart fluttered and his stomach churned with a swarm of butterflies. His knees buckled at the honor she awarded him. A strong, majestic female gryphon, choosing him as a mate rather than a male of her kind? It was unheard of, and it made Naran's head pound so hard he thought his temples would burst.

Food. He needed food. No good answers came on an empty stomach.

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