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Passing Lust

It was another late summer's evening in the port town of Uriel, and Parlance was having an absolutely wonderful time enjoying the view. He was sitting at a quaint little cafe, sipping chai tea and scribbling notes on a pad of paper.

Uriel was an amazing city to visit for travellers to pass through. Not only was it a port town with routes leading to InTamos, Kerolioa, Saff'Rald, Nosemma, and Sosemma, but it was also the capitol city of Farragouth, so it was rich in culture, and the economy was booming. Seemed every few months another building was being erected, or more of the surrounding area was being tilled for farmland. The entire city was paved with circular, smoothe-bricked streets, elevated walkways for pedestrians not on horseback, and plenty of ornate architecture.

Almost all of it was made of stone, since the surrounding area was tilled for rocks when it was settled, and they needed to do something with the leftovers that didn't involve turning them into weapons for a sling or boulders on a catapult. Instead, Uriel used the vast collection of rocks pulled from the fields and smoother stones from the ocean to become the cornerstone of the city's identity. Homes were often made of stone, the walkways were stone, the shops and architecture was all arching stone and clay bricks, etc. Stones, rocks, bricks, all of that; nary a wood or straw building to be seen, aside from the brothel, which was actually the first building erected over two centuries before.

So naturally Parlance enjoyed the view. This cafe was at a corner near a large roundabout with a fountain in the middle, and it was right in the middle of town so it got the most traffic from passerby. He could sit at this outdoor cafe and watch people go by and not see the same person twice if he stayed a week, never leaving. There were always new people, travelers, traders, merchants, and all manner of entertainers for him to watch.

People-watching was a hobby of his. Not because he found most people particularly interesting, but because sometimes an absolutely gorgeous specimen would pass through and he'd be able to get a good look at them, which he would use in his fantasies. Perhaps a little pervy, but there were no thought police, and when any studs passed through, it was nice to know he'd have that memory banked.

On this particular day, he was having an unfortunate evening. Earlier in the day, after he was done work, he came to the cafe only to find someone else was in the spot that he normally took - the location that allowed him to look out over the roundabout without any interference from other patrons or the furniture - and it had started to rain. Disappointed, he had come back later to find that they were of the baked sweet rolls he enjoyed so much. Still, people-watching was always the way to raise his spirits. Who knows, maybe on this unpleasant day he'd manage to catch a glimpse of a glorious dragon or something.

It was uneventful at first. Dozens of humans and that feline race, almost as many of the canines, but not a lot of the avians or crossbreeds. The first really gorgeous specimens were two bipedal horses pulling a carriage. One of the horses was black-haired, with his mane all up in balls and his hands and foot feathering white, and a cute pink snout; the other was speckled mud brown with goggles atop his head and thick, powerful hands. In the cart were two folks: One was a cockatrice with red, blue, green, and yellow feathers, with green and a pale yellow scale pattern; the other was a purple and green anthro dragon with a beak much like the cockatrice. They were laughing and nuzzling at one another, but he only got to look at them for a few seconds before the stallions clopped their way around the corner and behind the building.

Next up was a raptor with red scales and black-highlighted feathers. He actually had a little mouse on his back, gently smacking his flank with a mini-crop. It was cute, but they weren't really the type to get Parlance's juices flowing.

Later, he saw an opal scaled naga with a pair of wings on her back slithering her way over the smoothe rocks, with a smaller four legged dragon with green and yellow scales, lined by glorious fins down his back in close to her. He kept hopping forward to keep up with her, looking up for a handout or something. Interesting relationship there, but more cute than sexy.

It was power he wanted, masculinity. The stallions were nice, but seeing folks in bondage gear wasn't really his thing. No, he needed a massive drake to stomp his way through town. Maybe a gryphon. Maybe some other exotic hybrid. He could use something unique.

Still, time passed until the sun found itself daring to dive over the horizon. The world was getting dim and his enthusiasm for his people-watching was diminishing along with the light. That was until he saw a glorious specimen saunter over from between the buildings to walk behind the fountain and lean up against a building, almost out of view but not quite.

It was a hippogryph, and an absolutely massive one at that. Had to be nearing three meters (about 9 foot) tall. His feathered half was a rustic, powerful red with golden tips and black highlights that really accented what little light was left in the evening. His equine half was a stark black and white contrast, with splotches all over, and heavy white feathering over his calves and tail. He was far away from Parlance, but he could still make out some peculiar twists in this specimen, notably the fact that he had talons instead of hooves where his feet were supposed to be, and a lack of wings. Not to mention he had feathering on his forearms as well, which is uncharacteristic of most hippogyphs.

Every step this glorious beast took flexed his leg muscles, and it seemed he lifted his tail with every third step, giving Parlance just a slight view under it.

And he was just standing there, leaning against the stone-walled building for Parlance to stare at, munching on some jerky or meat sticks or something. He didn't seem to be carrying anything, nor did he look to be paying much attention to anyone.

Parlance had to sip his tea with a wide grin on his face, knowing that if he didn't change his gaze at least a bit or take a break from the intense stare, this hippogryph would catch on and likely shoot a look of scold at him.

A moment later, another hippogryph walked up to him, this one a bit shorter with a more traditional hippogryph style. Female. Golden scaled arms and talons, a browner fur and feather coat with hooves instead of talons and a golden blonde tail. She was pretty, but she wasn't as sexy as that sexy stud.

The two of them conversed a while, every shuffling of their feet allowed one of them to tense their muscles, raising the tail to give Parlance a sneak peek under it. As they moved, the feathering on the male's calves swayed and glistened in the buttery glow of the setting sun, and-

Just then, the stallion hippogryph turned his head and looked directly at Parlance, staring intently with the kind of fierceness only a hawk could muster.

Parlance froze solid, cup still tilted up to his mouth and pouring bits of hot tea into his plate. He had no idea what to do. He'd been caught oogling someone, and that made him feel terrible. Well, it made him feel shitty for a few moments, but then his fantasy factory started working overtime, imagining that stud confronting him and punishing him by fucking his tight little rump.

Unfortunately, the hippogryph did no such thing, instead lightly grabbing the mare by the arm and guiding her to behind the fountain so they were no longer in his sight. A shame, too. Even when he tilted his body to get another look, he couldn't find them again. They seemed to have disappeared down one of the many back alleys of Uriel, and were ne'er to be seen again.

A shame, too, since Parlance would have loved to get a feel for those powerful legs pressing down against him, tail raised in defiance that only a stallion could administer. Sadly, that was it for him that night. The sun was officially down, and his eyes just weren't as good as an owl's or a cat's. He paid his bill and politely headed home, worried about what would go on tomorrow. At least for that night he had his fantasy material. That hippogryph was absolutely delectable, the kind of delicacy one only brought out during those special times when it was really needed.

The next day at work was particularly challenging. Parlance couldn't get the image of that hippogryph out of his mind! Those feathered limbs glistening in the setting sun's light mixed with the blacks, reds, golds, and whites of his body was such a wonderful combination on top of an already impressive physique. It was the total package in fap material, yet it was a little disconcerting that he had been caught mid-sip of his tea. He wasn't sure if that was incredibly hot or kind of weird.

It was many hours of turmoil, caught between a rock hard cock and an unpleasant place in his psyche. Even the bad fantasies ended up with him laid out over a table with that beastly stud yanking his tail up to thrust into him. What a sexy beast.

Still, it didn't stop every client that came into his building from reminding him in one way or another of that hippogryph. One had the same color fur as his beak, another shared the black and white speckling of the equine half. A simple shade of red triggered his need to return to that fantasy.

The day was long and hard, but he got over it again and, for the first time in months, returned to the cafe with an active wish to see that stud again. He didn't actually expect to do so, but it would have been nice. This time he was greeted with a whole lot of mundane people. Lots of humans travelling this day.

This time he saw a pair of gryphons strutting through, one blue and one green. He wasn't sure if his eyes were decieving him, but the green one seemed to glow. Either that or he was dipped in radioactive materials or glow bug juices. Interesting, but not really Parlance's type, same as the raptor from before.

Oh? What was this strolling through town? It was a massive, ebon-feathered gryphon with a pike strapped to his back and a battle-ready kilt/sash combo. He had a silver symbol on his shoulder, and rugged, ridged beak! Now that was one sexy beast! Maybe even sexier than the hippogryph from the day before! And another beast stepped up to him, walking into town square from the other side. This one was a canine with horns and hooves, same as Parlance (only Parlance had bright green fur with a paler, pastel set of markings on a creamy chest floof).

Unfortunately, he didn't get to enjoy a long, hard look at them because almost as soon as they met up, they seemed to agree on something, then walk out of the square and head back to where the black gryphon came from.

Disappointed, Parlance sipped his tea again and kept watching. More humans, more felines, more canines. Nothing interesting until he saw one feline that caught his eye. It was a maned cat in a ragged sash and a bandana, with dreadlocks hanging out the side of it made of a mane that surrounded his entire head. His fur was gray, red, and black, but tiger striped. He looked interesting, but it was what he toted behind him that caught Parlance's eye.

It was a gryphon. Like the feline, tiger striped (at least for his hind end side. Wasn't that big compared to most gryphons, perhaps the size of a pony. He was speckled black, white, and gray with a stripe over his eye and a long tail that kept swishing back and forth as though it was trying to find something to hold onto. It was a simple look, but it was so nice, and seemed to really ooze power, despite being dragged along on a leash.

Pure curiosity urged Parlance to take a peek at the gryphon's under-carriage, seeing if it was male or female. The feline pulled him around, eventually walking him up right next to the cafe where parlance was sitting. He tied the gryphon up against the fence, using the leash like a chain to keep him from escaping as his master came into the cafe. The gryphon sat back on his haunches and licked at his paws idly, his chest turned towards Parlance.

This was the perfect opportunity to really get a good look at the feral's goods. A quick glance exposed a meaty sheathe between his legs, the tip a glistening black flesh rimming the opening. Parlance took a hefty gulp of tea, nearly burning his tongue in the process.

The gryphon stared right at him while licking his paw, but Parlance didn't care, it was just a feral. Not like he'd be able to tell on him. Instead of acting ashamed, he just kept staring at the creature's package until his master came back out and untied him, sweet roll in hand.

As they walked by, the gryphon kept his gaze directly on Parlance, that same intensity that he'd seen on the hippogryph the day before. He even maintained a sideways glare out of the corner of his eye before making a sharp snap with his beak and huffing before catching up to his master and disappearing down the nearest road away from the town center.

This was quite odd to parlance. He'd assumed it was a feral based on how the feline 'master' was toting him around, but that stare and that response screamed sentience. There was definitely something more intelligent there, and now he felt kind of like he'd crossed a line.

Gaining some self-consciousness, he slunk down and sipped at his tea, ears drooping in shame. The only way to make penance for this offense was to continue watching people. He needed to find another, sexier beast to get his mind off the gryphon pet that might not be as dumb as he thought. IT was still early in the evening and there was another few hours before the sun dared to disappear over the horizon, so he kept at it.

The only interesting groups to pass through were a flock of seagull-feathered avians, and even their spastic nature did little to distract him from his thoughts of shame. There was a green frilled lizard with blue and yellow belly scales 'walking' two earthy, wingless dragons, but that hardly registers as interesting after seeing gryphons and another hybrid canine like him.

Hours passed with little of note, and Parlance was growing weary. Still some hours left in the day, but he was growing increasingly sure that there was no way he'd find anything. Maybe he'd just return to his home and imagine being double teamed by the gryphon and hippogryph or something. Just had to finish his tea and sweet roll first.

Out of nowhere, there was a tap on his shoulder from behind. When he turned to look, his heart sunk into his belly and felt like it fell out through his rump and ran away. It was the hippogryph from the day before with an angry look on his face, staring down at Parlance. Behind him was the black and white striped gryphon.

His throat tightened and his eyes widened in fear. He had no idea what to do in a situation like this, and he felt he was about to get a beating; not the beating he wanted, but the actual painful kind.

"Is this the one who was staring at you, Cey?" Ilorek asked, puffing his chest out and turning back to look at the gryph that was sitting between two other tables in the cafe, that same intense stare from before.

"Yep. I would recognize that color fur anywhere." The gryphon talked! He wasn't a beast, he was sentient! This spelled certain doom for Parlance, who was sure he was about to be taken out, mobster style.

The hippogryph walked around the side of Parlance's table and sat down, folding his fingers on either hand while looking Parlance in the eye. "Yeah, I recognize him, too. Same creep that was staring at Melodi and I yesterday. So what do you want me to do with him?"

Cey the gryphon stepped up to the table. "Well, I dunno. Maybe we could give him what he wants. Get it out of his system. He wants us, clearly, so let him have it."

Parlance Gulped deep; it felt like he was about to throw up. "W-what do you mean?"

The two looked at each other and the hippogryph spoke. "You want us. So you can have us. It's your fantasy, you tell us what you want."

"Uuuuuuuuh." Parlance had a long, drawn out groan of confusion, and had to do a double take. "What? Care to clarify that?"

The hippogryph laughed and leaned back in the chair - his sheer size nearly making it buckle beneath him - before leaning in close so no other patrons of the cafe could hear him. "We're no fools. We saw you looking at us. We're both just passing through town with a few of our contemporaries. We're only going to be here a week and we want someone to show us a good time."

He had to gulp again. "What kind of good time? Like, you're not the kind that enjoys brutal beat downs, are you?"

There was a hearty chuckle from both avians. "Why in the world would we want to beat you? Besides, even if we did, wouldn't it have been better to catch you on your way home or something? Drag you into an alley and do our dirty deeds that way? No, we have different dirty deeds in mind." The gryphon explained, then leaned in close so his beak was pressing up against Parlance's ear to whisper, "I'll let you use that part of me you were eyeing earlier, however you so desire."

It was clear that Parlance was incredibly uncomfortable with his personal space being invaded upon, but he figured he'd let it go since he knew the two could probably rip him in half and eat him, not to mention he was getting a not-so-subtle feeling that these two wanted to do something lewd to him.

"So, you're saying I can..."

"Yep!"

"And you don't wanna kill me or anything?"

"Nope!"

"Are you serious?" Parlance had to make sure this wasn't some joke. Like he was being pranked for onlookers to laugh at.

The hippogryph answered instead. "Yes. We're serious. Been a while since either of us had anyone other than each other, and Keran isn't too keen on lewd acts on locals, so we have to keep it on the down-low."

"But why did you guys give me such a mean stank-eye? Why did you get so angry? Why was this one tied up like a pet?" Parlance motioned toward Ceylon.

"All an act, really." Cey responded. "Gotta keep up the impression they're scientists and I'm their pet. And my name's Ceylon. You can call me Cey or Ceylon. Up to you." The gryph extended his talon for parlance to shake.

"Uh, my name's Parlance, but people often call me Par or ParPar. You can call me whatever you want as long as you don't gut me and eat me or whatever." He shook the gryphon's paw and nodded in approval/acceptance. He then looked over to the hippogryph and asked. "And what's his name?"

"I'm Ilorek. Also pleased to meet you, but I think if we're to continue this conversation, we'd best do so outside of town, don't you think?" With that, he got up from the chair, pulled some coin out of his pouch and laid it down on the table. It was a real gold coin, worth hundreds of the worthless copper coins he had! "That oughtta pay for your meals for a week or two. Let's go?"

All three of them walked their way out of town, which took over an hour. IT was a big town, but they were brisk about it. Ceylon even let Parlance ride on his back to make it faster since Ilorek was far taller and therefore had much longer strides with each step. They discussed their intentions in detail, and it became increasingly clear that they weren't traveling murderers, but more likely horny, lonely blokes with nothing better to do than take a 'trophy' from each city they visit.

Parlance could think of worse reasons to hook up with random strangers. That, and they were just so goddamn sexy, it almost wouldn't have mattered if they did plan on stealing all his stuff afterwards, as long as they filled him with seed from both ends.

Once outside of town, Parlance guided them over one of the ridges near one of the trade routes that would ensure that they'd be alone unless someone else decided to visit the same area without explanation. There were tall hills on all sides so nobody could see them without climbing over them. In fact, this area was so well hidden from the trade route that, at night, bandits would often hid on the other side of it and attack caravans.

Plus, there was a rather large lake just at the bottom of the hill, so the light crashing of waves would help to drown out the sound of any lewd activities. There was even a small little beach.

"Well, here we are. Most private place I know out of town." Parlance explained, taking a glance up the escarpment to show that there was no way anyone on the other side of the hill would see them. Part of him was deeply frightened that they'd dragged him all the way out here to the middle of nowhere to take advantage of him in ways he hadn't anticipated, but their words seemed genuine so he shook the worry from his mind.

"Glad to hear it. We're not familiar with this area, Parlance." Ilorek smiled and looked up to the sun, closing his eyes and letting it reflect off his golden feather tips. He looked gorgeous, and he was showing that off, yet Parlance couldn't quite do anything about it.

Ceylon walked a bit closer to the shore, plopping his rump down and looking back over his shoulder with a sultry gaze. It was practically begging Parlance to walk over to him and expose himself, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

"So, what next?" Parlance asked, rubbing his hands together nervously.

"That's entirely up to you. We have a rule, you see. You have to make the first move. So, whenever you're ready, go ahead." Ilorek sat next to Ceylon next to the shore, first getting comfortable then leaning back to lie down with his head on his hands.

Parlance froze up. He had no idea what to do next or how to proceed. He wasn't really the 'go get 'em' type. He was always a bit shy. If he was more outgoing like that, he wouldn't be sitting at a cafe, watching random people pass by most nights after work in order to get fap material. It took all of his control just to walk up and sit between the two of them, resting on his hands as he leaned back.

"Glad you joined us after all this time." Ilorek mused with a beaky smile.

"What do you mean?"

"It's been like five minutes." Ceylon chipped in. "You were standing there, eyes darting back and forth for like five minutes. I was worried you were gonna run the other way."

Parlance stifled a nervous laugh as he looked over at Ilorek. Naked Ilorek. Just laying there with his sheathe laying flat against his lower belly. In the tropical areas, few people aside from humans tended to wear clothes. The Feline and canine races seemed to despise it, the avian race found it hampered their ability to fly, Equines just didn't care whether people saw them naked, the dragons didn't have visual external genitals, and the seafaring race were all internal as well. Basically, the only reason people wore anything was for utility, such as keeping warm, holding stuff in a rucksack, or preparing for combat.

Still, knowing that, hidden in that fleshy sheathe, there was a massive equine member to be woken up was exciting. It was even more exciting knowing that he had an open invitation to give it a feel. Even so, he was too nervous to actually reach out and cup one of those massive black orbs resting on the hippogryph's inner thighs.

"What's the matter?" Ilorek cooed as he reached down to rub at the side of his sheathe. "I promise I won't bite at ya, unless you're into that."

Parlance continued to stare for a few moments before internally psyching himself up. He had to do it. He wanted to do it. He'd been fantasizing about being ravaged for months now, and someone actually invited him to play to his heart's content, and he was tossing that opportunity away. He figued the signs were as clear as could be, and he didn't want to waste an opportunity.

Like a fool, he closed his eyes and leaned over, reaching out to press his palm against the underside of Ilorek's meaty sheathe. Much to his delight, the stallion's flesh was incredibly warm, bordering on hot. It almost made him melt on the spot. If that wasn't enough, it only took about three seconds of idle resting before he felt a bulge bubbling up from deep within the sheathe. A moment later, he could see the folded length of it emerge, unfolding itself into the shape of a proper cock.

"See? That wasn't so hard. Go ahead, make it hard."

Puns. Funny. But Parlance wasn't worried too much about dirty or sexy talk at the moment. Instead he was focusing on the massive cock that was in front of him. He gave it a gentle rub and a squeeze, stroking up and down its length as it inflated in his hand, growing thicker and firmer in the process. Before long, it was at full mast, and the stud attached to it was smiling with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations.

As he tickled his way down the underside of the shaft, he felt semi-firm lumps under the wrinkled base half. A knot, likely. Six lobes. Delicious. There was a deep rooted need to feel that knot expand inside him, but for now he would accept a taste. With a nervous look on his face and one hand wrapped around the base of the tip, Parlance leaned over and extended his lips, staring at Ilorek as he did so, that way he could gauge reactions.

Even before his lips touched the black and pink fleshed shaft, Ilorek moaned in delight. Must have been his breath tickling at the tip. Instead of gulping it down, Parlance shakily extended his tongue to lick in the divot where the cock hole opening was. There was an almost bitter taste to it, but it was also kinda earthy and sweet, so it was pleasant. His tongue left a moist, shiny spot on the tip, so he smiled and went for another taste, this time dragging the tongue around the outer rim of it before pulling it back into his maw.

Ilorek bucked up into Parlance, the tip poking at his nose in the process. There was a bit of nervous laughter from both before Parlance could continue.

But now he wanted to taste it all. To swallow it. To gulp down that seed from the tap. Rather than lick and poke at it with fingers and tongue, he opened his maw wide and pursed his lips to ensure no teeth touched the cock, as he descended upon it. His tongue massaged the under side of it as it slid down his gullet, the meaty tip pressing against the back of his throat, but no deeper than that. He bobbed his head gently and made a swallowing motion, hoping to coax some seed or precum from the stud.

Ilorek bucked up very gently, and reached down with his hand to grab Parlance's horn, using it as a handle to help him bob his head up and down. It was very nice that Ilorek could be so gentle while enjoying this, because if he pushed up too hard or forced his head down on the shaft, there would be gagging, and that's never fun. Plus, he was strong enough to force it if need be.

He continued to bob his head and make the swallowing contraction, tongue waving backwards into his gullet and throat muscles contracting around the head, but he felt the flare expanding inside so he quickly pulled away, the length of it escaping his maw before the flare could erupt into him. As it slid out over his tongue, he felt a sweetness tickling its length. Must have been the pre. It was far sweeter and tangier than the cock itself, which was a pleasant surprise.

Still, he felt himself coughing a bit, as his airway had been cut off for a moment there. He was drooling all over the stallion's crotch, a mix of pre-seed and saliva.

"You okay?" Ilorek asked, cock still hard and flare inflated at half mast. He still had his fingers wrapped around Parlance's horn for stability.

"Y-yeah, sorry. Not used to anything so big in my throat." He apologized.

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to him for leaving him wanting." Ilorek nodded his head towards Ceylon.

Parlance rolled over to see the gryphon laying on his side, one leg up, sheathe exposed. He had a smile on his face, and a bulge in his crotch. "Yeah, what about meeee?" Ceylon chirped at Parlance.

A wave of guilt washed over Parlance for a moment, but as his libido was growing, his shyness was shrinking and shriveling away, so he leaned right over and buried his face in Ceylon's fluffy belly fur, lips pecking at the ebon-fleshed sheathe opening, tongue darting inside it to get a taste. Ceylon's flavor was a bit more powerful, not quite as sweet as Ilorek's, so he gave the sheathe a rub and a squeeze, hoping to force the shaft out onto his tongue.

It didn't take much. Almost instantly, the deep red end slipped from the sheathe, followed with a pop as the unformed knot followed. Like Ilorek, there were bulges, but they weren't solid yet. Still, that didn't stop Parlance from wrapping his fingers around the base so his palm was supporting the knot. The barbed tip was resting on his tongue, the backwards-facing spines of flesh catching on his tongue but not stabbing. It was nice, like cartilage, but not like bone or claw. A nice balance.

"There we gooooo." Ceylon cooed at him, but he didn't buck his hips up like Ilorek had. HE had a bit more self control.

Parlance wanted to suck that tip, but he didn't want it to stab him in the back of the throat. Not with those barbs. They were pleasant, but they weren't as pleasant as his gullet was sensitive. His tongue and cheeks could handle it, but not the flesh at the back of his throat. Nope. Instead, he let the thick shaft rest on his tongue as he sucked gently, lips wrapped around it but not quite kissing the top of the knot. That was okay.

There was a sudden feeling of powerful, hot hands on his rump a moment later as Ilorek palmed Parlance's rump, spreading it to the side to expose the native's hole.

He looked back over, cock still resting on his tongue, to see Ilorek stick his tongue out, a thick stream of saliva pooling in his palm, which he then smeared all over Parlance's fleshy opening. He was a little nervous, but he knew the hippogryph would be gentle.

First, Ilorek used his fingers to penetrate, rubbing his saliva on the walls inside and loosen him up. Once he'd been appropriately relaxed, the hippogryph sidled up next to him, aiming his cock tip against Parlance's hole. He paused a moment to make sure Par was ready and relaxed before pushing in.

"It's okay." Parlance mumbled, cock still in his mouth, but not deep enough to fully impend his speech. "But please be gentle."

Ilorek nodded and grabbed Parlance's fluffy little tail with one hand, and wrapped his other around his thigh for leverage before pushing in. There was one pop of delight as the stallion's head slipped into him, stretching him wide and giving him a deep, fulfilling feeling. Ilorek kept pushing deeper until the ring of flesh that separated shaft and velvety base with the knot, followed by another pop as it slipped in, leaving Parlance's cheeks resting against the still-deflated knot bulbs.

He tried to keep his attention on Ceylon's cock, but found himself idly licking and sucking it as he stared back over his body to see the much larger Ilorek passionately thrusting into him. He was going very, very slow. He was being amazingly gentle. One thrust every five seconds, slipping it in to the top of the knot, then back out so only the head stayed in. A perfect thrust that helped relax Parlance a bit, but also stretched him out with minimal friction.

Of course, it only started slow. After a few thrusts, and he was sure the smaller hybrid's rump could handle it, Ilorek sped up a bit, each thrust taking three, then two, then one second until he was at a steady pace. Not rough, not violent, but steady, one thrust every second.

The warmth from his cock seemed to emanate up through Parlance, radiating all through his torso and into his own sheathe, forcing his cock out. He didn't pay much attention to it, not yet. He had to worry about the imminent flare that was going to explode inside him. He knew plenty about Equine anatomy to know that was inevitable. He wanted to enjoy every minute of it, but he also wanted to get the most out of it, so he clenched down and pushed back against the stud's member, forcing it a bit deeper as the knot pressed hard against his opening.

"Oh, we've got an eager one, Cey!"

Ceylon didn't respond, he was too busy trying not to buck his hips up into Parlance's gullet, since it was clear his guest wasn't as 'into' sucking him off as he was 'into' having Ilorek in him from the other end. That was fine. No problem there. He would wait his turn.

Ilorek took Parlance's eagerness as acceptance that he wanted more, so he held on tight and forced himself in deeper, knot squeezing tight to make it through the rump opening.

Parlance grunted and pulled the cock out of his maw so he could grit his teeth. He wasn't in pain, but it was a little uncomfortable, so he had to do something to let it go through. Eventually, he had to reach down and wave Ilorek away, getting the hippogryph to pull out, give his now-sore hole a bit of a rest. "Stop, stop." He panted at him after finally getting his breath.

"Stop? Already?"

"Just for a moment, give me some time to warm up. Leave it in, but not the knot. Push it in, but give me a moment." Parlance was breathing hard, one hand still wrapped around the base of Ceylon's knot, cupping it on his palm as he tugged. Little did he know, that was precisely the combo needed to arouse the Gryphon, pressure and pulling.

Still, the focus remained on Ilorek and his cock in Par's rump. A bit gentler this time, Ilorek pushed in deep until his knot began to squeeze and compress, but then stopped short of having it lurch inward and expand inside, opting instead to pull out, offer a few shallow thrusts, then return. He kept doing this, each time getting a little deeper as Parlance's rump got a little more tender, and a bit stretchier.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a few minutes, Ilorek gave one final bit of pressure as his knot breached the tightest point, practically pulling itself in and tying him to his pulsating flesh.

Parlance gasped heavily and stifled a tear as he tried his best to maintain his attention to Ceylon, but he could feel Ilorek's cock tip bulging in his belly, it was not as important to suck cock right now, no matter how much he tried and wanted to. He tried to push down on it, forcing it out, but as he did so the added pressure just seemed to make the hippogryph's knot expand inside him, locking it in. As it grew, it made Parlance feel increasingly full, like he was about to pop or burst. It was pleasant, even though he knew it should hurt. Perhaps magic was at play. He couldn't tell, but it was insanely hot, almost as hot as the physical temperature of the stud's flesh inside him.

He could feel every throb of pleasure from Ilorek's cock, and as he pressed his hand on his belly, he could feel the flare expanding inside him, creating an even larger bulge! He panicked a bit, scuffling his hooves on the grass to try to pull off the knot before the flare exploded in him, but it was too late. A moment later, he felt Ilorek erupt inside him, spewing gobs of seed deep into his bowels. He bucked forward with each powerful explosion, gradually bloating Parlance out, bits of cum spewing out his rump as the pressure built.

"You okay?" Ilorek asked in between ragged breaths once his climax died down. He gave another thrust which was followed by another tensing of his cock that pushed the last of his seed out. A few moments later, his knot began to deflate, letting his seed leak out onto the grass over Parlance's rump.

He tried to clench down, to hold the cock and the seed inside him, but Ilorek was deflating a bit too quickly. "No, no!" He moaned a bit as he reached around his rump to try and grab at the base of the stud's cock. There was too much cum, so it slipped right through his fingers in a gooey mess before folding itself up and getting sucked back into the sheathe. "Why?"

"Sorry dear, It's the stallion in me. Don't worry, I'll be ready again in a few minutes. Lemme go clean, until then, you take care of Ceylon, here." Ilorek shifted to his feet and rubbed himself, leaving Parlance on his side, rump sore and drooling seed. Parlance watched as the hippogryph stepped up to the shoreline and reached down, cupping some water in his hands and pouring it all over his messy sheathe, rubbing it in and cleaning himself.

Ceylon also rolled to his feet, leaving Parlance alone on the grass, laying on his side. "Well, you still in the mood?"

Parlance looked down to his member, which was sticking out of his sheathe and hard as could be. "Yeah. Definitely."

"Well then, get over here, I can't wait forever!" Ceylon tensed his muscles to slap his cock against his belly, proving his point and urgency.

Rather than waste time with small talk or shyness, Parlance hopped up and hobbled over to the gryphon, legs somewhat apart as he still felt the lingering effects of Ilorek leaking out of him. Part of him wanted to lick some of it up, but he felt it'd be better to use it as lube.

However, as he got close, Ceylon swung his head around and nestled his beak up under Parlance'd tail, tongue prodding at his hole a bit to open it up and drain what was left of Ilorek's seed into his maw. A few meaty licks later, tip of the tongue trailing around the rim, and Parlance was completely clean, left only with saliva and natural fluids to keep him slick.

Each motion of that tongue made him clack his hooves together and his knees weak, so it was kind of nice when the tongue finally withdrew, because if it didn't, he would have fallen to his knees, sitting right on the gryphon's head.

Once he was 'free' of the tongue's hold, he sidled up next to Ceylon and bent over, awkwardly reaching between his legs to grab at the ebony cock that was dangling between them. Before he could even catch it, it felt it tense up and slap him in the palm, which was a warning that Ceylon was about to mount.

Before he could ready himself, he felt the surprisingly light avian's chest press down on his back, talons wrapped around his hips, neck nuzzling at his. He was on all fours with rump raised high in the air for the gryph, tail lifted high to expose his sore, tender pucker.

It wasn't long at all before he felt that barbed tip prodding at his opening with each of the drake's gentle thrusts. He pushed back with one well placed thrust to feel it plunge itself into him, piercing his rump and spreading him wide, same as Ilorek had done. The knot wasn't as big as Ilorek's, but that was because it wasn't quite inflated yet, so it was still soft.

Soft enough to squeeze into the already-stretched rump with ease. Only a few idle thrusts, and the knot popped right in! Within seconds he could feel it expanding inside him. "W-wait, not so fast!" Parlance protested as he tried to push it out.

"Don't worry." Ceylon whispered in his ear, right before violently tugging it out.

Parlance yelped, but as he tensed his rump muscles, he found it to be quite pleasant, the somewhat aching sensation of tenderized flesh closing around a still-throbbing member. Before he could take the time to fully appreciate the subtleties of it, he felt the knot plow through into him again, this time it was bigger, but his rump was better prepared so it felt even better than before. Inside, it continued to grow before being tugged out again.

He panted and gasped as the half-formed knot slipped in and out of him, each with a lurch that rocked his body and made him feel verily reamed. It was making him sore, but in a good way. The soreness was a tingle, his tenderness made him hypersensitive, so each and every throb of gryphon knot felt like a full on knot inflation from flaccid to tied, and each one got a bit more intense until the knot wouldn't pull out again. It was fully inflated and his now tender rump wasn't quite stretched enough to let it go.

That was okay, he could feel the throbbing followed by the thin streams of hot gryphon cum deep within him. He tensed up his pucker with each throb of the knot, amplifying the sensations of it pulsating inside him. Almost instantly, he felt a thin stream of precum drool out from his cock to land in a splat, forming a puddle beneath him. His maw was gaped open as he gasped in pleasure, eyes closed to focus on the physical.

But as he did that, he felt a form in front of him, and before he even had the lucidity to open his eyes and see what it was, he felt horse cock slip its way into his maw again, plunging itself in deep while it was still partially soft. He wanted to protest, but instead swallowed it as best he could, straightening it out in the process so the tip and flare would be half way down his gullet before it exploded inside him. That was okay, he could taste whatever leaked out.

He was trying his best to keep up with the two of them, rocking back and forth to press his rump against the gryphon sheathe, then pushing forward to tug on the knot and kiss the equine sheathe in front of him.

Seemed both were enjoying themselves, because Ilorek came almost instantly. Parlance could feel a huge bulge forming in his throat, then an immediate feeling of fullness as a torrent of equine seed exploded into him. At the same time, he felt gryphon beak clamp down on his neck, and the knot expand one last time before shotgunning a massive blast of gryphon seed into him. The pressure was too much, even the knot couldn't keep the cum inside, allowing a thin stream of it to explode from within a crevice in the underside of the knot.

Unlike Ilorek, Ceylon's knot did not deflate. Instead, it just rested on Parlance's hip bones, tugging on his rump flesh a bit as Ceylon tried to pull away. Parlance grunted as he felt his flesh distend to the absolute maximum, but he didn't want it to leave so he tried to clamp down. Dammit, he wanted to cum before he felt empty again! He didn't want to be used for their pleasure and left wanting!

With the hippogryph cock still in his mouth, Parlance tried to pull away and concentrate on the gryphon knot, but doing so left Ilorek wilting in his maw, and before he could 'swallow' the meat to another plateau of pleasure, he felt a lurching pop as Ceylon untied himself, a torrent of cum exploding from the now gaping rump opening.

Parlance's eyes rolled up in the back of his skull in absolute pleasure, his rump wheezing as the extra air filled it up. He was genuinely empty right now, his flesh tenderized to the point of being unable to close without a manual tensing of his muscles. Instead of doing so, he let himself remain gaped open as Ceylon fell onto his back, Ilorek falling to his knees. Both left the bright green hybrid alone, with a sore throat and tender, overly sensitive rump flesh.

"Guys, what the...I'm not done yet!" Parlance complained, trying his best to stand up straight with a solid hard on and apparent, temporary posture issues thanks to the reaming he'd just received.

Ilorek chuckled and slapped at parlance's rump. "Well, I'm sure you'll figure something out."

Ceylon wheezed heavily and rolled on the grass, a content smile on his beak and paws up in happiness. Typical feline behaviour. But Parlance saw something he could use to his advantage. Ceylon's sheathe, still bulged out with partially erect cock fully ensheathed.

Without waiting for permission, Parlance straddled Ceylon's belly, cock towards the sheathe, rump leaking fluids all over the gryphon's chest. He took his own cock and aimed it right at the glistening, black-fleshed opening and pushed right into it. The hot flesh of the gryphon's sheathe enveloped his length from tip to base in one swift motion.

"We've got a kinky one here, Ilorek!" Ceylon laughed, wiggling his hind end to add to the sensation. He wanted Parlance to enjoy himself.

Parlance happily kept thrusting, using his hand to squeeze the slick sheathe flesh tight around his member like a sleeve, stroking as he thrust into it, timing it with Ceylon's motions to get the most out of the entire ordeal. Before long, his own knot inflated wide in the sheathe, and his shaft was pressed against Ceylon's now flaccid member inside, rubbing against each other. Right then he could feel his climax hitting, which could last anywhere from three to thirty minutes.

"Ilorek. Ceylon. Come on, it's time to go."

Midway through his impending Climax, Parlance looked up to see the black and red furred feline on the top of the hill looking down at them. It was the same one that was leading Ceylon around on a leash earlier.

"Just a moment. This guy needs to finish!" Ceylon called up.

Ilorek gave Parlance a pat on the back, forcing another stream of his own seed to fill up the sheathe alongside Ceylon's cock.

The climax was waning a bit, but it was enough, at least for now. His ass was sore and he let a deposit go into a gryphon sheathe. He'd been fucked by two massive beasts, both with knots.

It was a good day, either way. Reluctantly, he let his excitement dwindle to the point his knot deflated after only a minute or so, and he pulled it out of the sheathe, patting at Ceylon's belly a bit as a stream of Canine seed oozed out of the sheathe opening, mucking up the belly fur. HE hopped off the gryphon and looked down at the sloppy mess he'd made, blushing a bit.

Ceylon rolled to his feet and raised a leg, cleaning his sheathe out with his tongue a bit before looking up at Parlance and nodding approval. "It's been a pleasure, parlance, but we have to go. Lots of the world to explore. I'm sure we'll be back, and we'll have to meet up again."

"Let's go!" The feline shouted again, this time with Ilorek standing behind him.

Ceylon laughed and spun to leap his way up the hill to meet the other two, who were making their way back to the trade route.

Parlance tried his best to follow, but his rump was still sore and his cock hadn't fully deflated and returned to his sheathe yet, so by moving, it was flopping around. However, once he got to the top of the hill, he didn't see anyone either way down the path. It was at least three km in either direction before he couldn't see the pathway.

Where did the two of them go? Did he imagine the whole thing? No, that can't be right, there very clearly was gryphon seed leaking out his back side. HE even reached under his tail and got some to sample the flavor. Yeah, it was real.

Seriously, what the hell? Nothing to do but go home and fantasize about meeting up with them again. He had a lot to think about on the long road back to Uriel. Maybe he would join the brothel to get more action like that?

The possibilities were endless.