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Razkiel pulled his net from the roaring stream, smirking triumphantly as he struggled to lift it out of the water. There were more than two dozen fat red salmon flopping around inside, weighing the net down as he dragged his catch onto the embankment. It was another great haul he realized happily. This particular stream had been good to him lately. Some clan-mates may have laughed at the distance he had to travel up the mountain just to get here, but they never brought home nearly as much as him. He grinned to himself, picturing their jealous expressions' when he walked through the gates and dumped his catch next to their measly ones.

He slumped down on grass, his strong, densely furred chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. He counted over thirty fish. Thirty big, juicy salmon. He licked his muzzle hungrily, his whiskers twitching at their fresh smell. He decided to hold back from eating one. Let the females back home cook some up first. He'd hate to reduce his catch just because his stomach was grumbling a bit.

He stood up and straightened his loin-cloth, stretching out his wiry limbs and baring his fangs in a big, cat-like yawn. The sun hung high in the midday, shining down and warming his golden fur as he picked up the dripping net and slung it over his shoulder. He groaned, readjusting his stance at how heavy it was. He could see why some of the others didn't want to come out this far. It was a long way home ...

He trudged through the thicket, his brow matted with sweat. A fly buzzed near his tufted ear and he shook his head in annoyance. At least his constant hiking was finally starting to wear a path through the underbrush. Travelling this far everyday had started to make him stronger than the other males, he was getting bigger than them, and he could tell some of the females had started to take notice. He still hadn't asked any of them to be his mate yet, but maybe he would today. He planned to ask a pretty blue-eyed one if she wanted to climb the mountain with him. Razkiel doubted she would say no. He could tell she liked him by the way her tail twitched every time he smiled.

He began to daydream about the blue-eyed female. She had very perky breasts, and he couldn't help but growl just thinking about what she looked like underneath the thin clothes she wore. Maybe once they were atop top the mountain, looking over the vast forest, he'd get a chance to take some of them off and-

He heard a small crack behind him and turned about, scanning the woods for whatever had made the sound. He didn't see anything, but his keen senses said otherwise. There was no particular reason to worry. He knew well enough that the forest always made strange noises, but he couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was following him. After a few moments he shrugged and turned about, hefting the sack of fish over his shoulders and carrying on.

Crack

He spun about. This time it had been closer. He furrowed his brow in concentration as he searched for the source of noise, inspecting every detail in his environment until he was satisfied he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. It was almost like whatever it was had disappeared. Razkiel started thinking about possible explanations: A falling branch? A foraging animal? Or was it something bigger? He had forgot to bring his spear today he thought with a gulp.

He was about to blame it on his nerves and walk away when something made him stop. His peripheral vision sensed movement. A tingle of adrenaline coursed up his tail.

He turned to face it. Hidden behind a large bushy tree was a creature watching him. He couldn't tell what kind it was, but with a stab of fear, he knew it must be a predator. All he could see were one of its sharp yellow eyes studying him unblinkingly. It's pupils dilating as their gazes locked. He thought about dropping the fish and running away, but decided against it. Rakasha who bolted from danger usually didn't make it far.

He decided to remain stock still. It peeked out a little further, and Razkiel breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted it's curving yellow beak and feathered face. It was a gryphon! And a young one at that. He had to smile. Gryphons were curious little buggers, and they certainly didn't hunt bipeds like himself. Spotting one was actually considered a sign of good luck, but he couldn't recall ever seeing one so close before.

'Well, I guess I'm extra lucky today.' Razkiel thought with a grin.

They were sneaky too it seemed. Even on the ground.

The gryphon cocked its head at him, its feathered crest rising straight up. He blinked slowly to make sure it knew he wasn't a threat, and was surprised when it blinked back.

'Cute little guy. Must have smelled the fish.' he thought. Slowly, he dropped the net to the ground and pulled out a salmon, waving it tantalizingly in the air. The brown gryphon followed the motion with its head back-and-forth. He had to chuckle. It looked extremely focused.

"Want a fish?" he asked. The gryphon's eyes brightened as it realized a potential meal was at-hand. It came around the tree and sat on its haunches, gazing up at him expectantly. He admired it's beauty. It's tawny coat looked thick and ruffled, a regal mane of feathers encircling its collar.

He brought his arm back. "Go get the fish!" he shouted, lobbing the salmon high in the air. He intended to throw it over the gryphon's head and out of sight, but the creature reacted instantly. It's lean muscles tensed before it launched upwards, catching the salmon in its beak with a loud snap and landing gracefully back on the ground. It flicked the salmon into its mouth and swallowed it whole.

Razkiel raised an eyebrow. "Nice." he said. He watched the bulge travel down the gryphons throat, its tongue sticking out a moment later as it panted with excitement.

"I'm guessing you probably want another right?" The gryphon's fringe went way up, shifting its paws in preparation. He was surprised by its ability to read his body language. He could just tell the gryphon that it was much smarter than he expected. Its bright eyes shone with a crafty, almost sentient intelligence.

Razkiel pulled another fish out and tossed it in the gryphon's direction. It snapped it up and swallowed it in one bite again. He grinned, feeling a child-like sense of glee wash over him. He grabbed another fish and sat down on the soft earth, placing it at his feet.

The gryphon looked at him. It whistled softly.

He patted the ground. "Come get the fishy!" It hesitated a second before bounding over and coming within arms-length. He briefly wondered if it was a good idea to tempt fate like this, but quickly ignored the thought. The gryphon looked at him for permission with its liquid yellow eyes. "Well, go ahead." he said. It focused on the fish, giving it a quick lick before gobbling it up. It looked back up and beamed happily.

"You're welcome." he said. Razkiel raised a hand and the gryphon sniffed it as well. Satisfied, it nuzzled his palm appreciatively. It's beak was very smooth. It felt strange connecting with an animal on this level, but he enjoyed the sensation. The gryphon started purring very deeply as it closed its eyes and approached even closer, following the length of his arm until it was right in his face. He let his fingers trace through its luxurious mane, amazed as the feathers almost seemed to trickle through them like water. He held his breath, feeling slightly tense as the sizable predator opened its eyes and met his gaze. It licked him on the nose and he flinched at the rough texture of its tongue, finding it quite similar to his own.

"Your breath stinks." he chuckled. "I think I'll call you Fishbreath." The gryphon chirruped and rubbed its beak against him, obviously pleased at finding a new friend. Razkiel laughed and scratched behind one of its ears, earning a blissful sigh from the playful bird. He saw its eyes roll up a bit as it gave in to the massage, trusting him enough to crane its neck upwards and relax in his presence. He was surprised how big the creature was. Despite its long folded wings still being covered in fluffy down, the gryphon was of healthy size. He could see its dense musculature underneath its fur, its paws much bigger than his own.

The gryphon saddled up close, nudging him onto his elbows. It was an uncomfortable position for him, but he decided to go with it. He couldn't believe he was actually petting a gryphon. Nobody back with the clan would ever believe him ... except for the blue-eyed female. She'd be amazed he thought with a sultry grin.

'I must be the luckiest Rakasha alive.' he wondered. The gryphon kept rubbing against him, rumbling happily as it nuzzled his face and neck. He reciprocated, listening rapt to the creature's incessant vocalizations and inhaling its heady scent. It was very potent. Unique, and almost dizzying in its intensity.

Fishbreath suddenly pulled back and gazed at him with a mischievous glint in its eyes. Razkiel had a feeling it was going to demand another snack, but he was wrong. The inquisitive gryphon leaned forward and sniffed his chest, roving through his fur as it explored his body. He started to feel a little uncomfortable as it traced its beak down his treasure trail. It certainly seemed to know where it was going ...

He didn't wait to find out. He scuttled backwards on his elbows making the gryphon look up in surprise. He put some distance between himself and the big creature but it padded over. His head bumped against a tree and he realized he was now trapped. The gryphon stared at him oddly, as if it didn't understand what he was doing.

'I hope it's not still hungry.' he thought. The gryphon leaned down and sniffed his feet, crinkling its brow in displeasure. 'That's right.' he thought. 'Rakasha smell bad. Stinky feet.' Fishbreath gave him an admonishing look before coming closer, snuffling up his legs towards his groin. He felt its soft breath against his fur. He considered distracting it with another fish, but the net was now out of reach. Besides, the gryphon didn't even seem interested with the salmon anymore. Now it was focused solely on him.

He tried not to panic, but it was difficult when a potentially hungry gryphon was busy deciding whether or not he'd make a delicious meal. Fishbreath reached his waist and cocked its head curiously, picking at the leather belt holding his loincloth in place. It nudged the soft bulge hidden behind the thin veil of fabric and looked up at him knowingly.

Razkiel flushed with embarrassment as he realized the gryphon has just poked his maleness. It couldn't possibly have known better, but the strange glint in its eyes said otherwise. He stared at the gryphon in shock as he realized what it was really hungry for.

Fishbreath ducked back down again but he pushed the excited gryphon away. "Woah there gryphon. That's enough." He hurriedly got to his feet just as the creature squirmed around his hand and dove back into his crotch. He let out a small "Ouf!" as the creature sacked him in the groin and buried its face beneath his only garment.

Suddenly there was a feral gryphon beneath his loincloth.

Razkiel did an awkward dance as he tried to shake the creature loose, but it was no use. The gryphon was much stronger than him, and it growled happily when it found his flaccid length and gave it an investigative lick. He groaned as its hot tongue lapped against his penis, feeling a strange wave of arousal wash over him much to his chagrin. Fishbreath nudged his softness with its beak, almost as if it were trying to coax it to arousal. Razkiel had no idea what was happening, but was floored at his inability to do anything about it. The gryphon had him pinned to the tree, lapping at his cock as he tried vainly to push its twisting head away.

He struggled for a bit longer, terrified that the gryphon might do the unthinkable and bite down, but it never happened - and gradually - the realization dawned on him that maybe the gryphon just wanted to suck him off. He had to laugh at the how ridiculous the idea sounded. It was a wild animal! But as as a throbbing warmth began to expand in his groin, and the gryphon's actions continued with increasing vigour - he realized in stunned disbelief that perhaps he was right.

Fishbreath actually wanted to suck his cock.

Razkiel gave a soft groan as the gryphon's sloppy licks started feeling quite pleasurable. He stopped fighting back and grasped the gryphon's mane, holding onto its nape as the creature bucked back-and-forth, sliding its wet tongue all over his rapidly swelling length. In no time at all he was rock hard and dripping pre, his thick cock throbbing with need as the gryphon gave him its undivided attention. Fishbreath growled in delight. He met the creature's yellow gaze. It stared up at him with a victorious smirk, clearly pleased he was not resisting as it slobbered all over his cock, loincloth draped haphazardly off the side of it's beak.

Razkiel's breathing quickened as the feral beast swallowed his length with ease. He remembered watching it eat a full salmon in a single gulp, so he figured it probably wasn't having much trouble with his erection. He still hadn't quite gotten around the fact a feral gryphon was currently pleasuring him, but he didn't protest any further. Daydreaming about the blue-eyed female all day had made him incredibly horny, so despite having some reservations about the whole ordeal, he decided to play along. Saliva dripped lewdly from the corners of the gryphon's beak, its thick tongue wrapped tightly around his girth as it bobbed its head eagerly along his length. He started thrusting into the gryphon's mouth, earning a satisfied purr from the whelp as it began to speed up, licking the barbed tip of his cock and making him groan with desire.

He laid his head back on the tree stared up at the canopy, exhaling in a rush of air as he listened to the soft slurping noises of the gryphon sucking his off. Gods above was it was talented. He had no idea where it had learned such oral mastery, but he certainly wasn't complaining. It licked every single inch of his shaft, travelling from the base of his cock to the pulsing tip in deliciously lewd flicks. He felt his cock twitch with satisfaction, the twin orbs hanging beneath just waiting to unleash his fertile seed deep inside the gryphon's maw.

Fishbreath efforts increased now that he was a completely willing partner. It was almost like it had done this before and knew exactly where to put its tongue to elicit the utmost possible pleasure. Razkiel shivered as a tingle raced up his spine. His cock was soaked in the gryphon's hot saliva, it's burning tongue sliding all over and lubricating his entire length.

He rubbed behind the gryphon's ear to spur it onwards. It gazed up at him mischievously, and he had to grin at its expression. He could tell this is what it wanted all along. Not a fish, or a meal, but his cock - buried deep inside its maw. His grip tightened around its mane and he started thrusting harder, the gryphon's purring making his cock vibrate amazingly as he shoved his entire length down its throat. Fishbreath didn't complain once, its golden eyes locked on his at all times. Maybe it was just as horny as him he wondered. It was a young creature, so perhaps this is what adolescent gryphons did in their spare time. What fun.

Razkiel didn't last much longer. Between the gryphon's burning tongue sliding against his cock, and his own jerking thrusts, he achieved climax in a matter of minutes. The gryphon could sense his inevitable release and forced as much of his length down its maw as possible, his furry balls slapping against its chin as it gave a tiny gag. He gasped as its throat suddenly constricted tightly around his shaft, the wet tunnel milking his sensitive cock for everything it had. Razkiel gave a few more jarring thrusts before groaning in pleasure, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing almost painfully as the first few ropes of steaming cum shot straight into the gryphon's open mouth. Waves of bliss seared through him as the gryphon eagerly swallowed his fertile load, the strong walls of its throat clenching hard around his shaft as he twitched in orgasm. He held onto the gryphon's mane for dear life, his pulsating cock spurting thick, sticky ropes of cum deep inside the creature's belly until he was completely spent, his knees shaking as the gryphon pulled back and let the few final strands lance across its face, trying to catch them all in its mouth.

Razkiel slumped to the ground, amazed, and totally exhausted by what had just transpired. Had a gryphon actually just made him climax? Fishbreath looked at him happily, panting in pleasure with cum all over its face. Razkiel's body glowed with bliss. This had to be a dream he thought with a smile. If it was, he never wanted it to end.

The gryphon crept over and licked him on the nose, he grinned and stroked its beak.

"Thanks." he said. "I think I needed that." The gryphon chirruped pleasantly in response. His loincloth still hung from its beak. He reached out to grab it but the creature skittered away, winking at him playfully.

"Hey I need that too!" he said with a laugh. "How am I supposed to go home with nothing on?" The gryphon stared. He supposed it didn't understand him considering gryphons didn't exactly wear clothes in the first place.

He stood up, his length still somewhat stiff with arousal and drenched in fluids. He walked over to the gryphon but it hopped away again, waggling its rump in the air.

"You're going to have to give me that." The gryphon responded by taking a few more steps away. Taunting him.

He hesitated before lunging forward, but the gryphon was too fast. It weaved to the side and he tripped and fell on his face, Fishbreath tittering with amusement. He growled and got to his feet. The gryphon gave him a final farewell hoot before dashing away into the forest, disappearing almost instantly. He cast a worried glance at the pile of abandoned fish before sighing with exasperation and taking off in pursuit.

He was a fast runner, one of the fastest, but he could tell Fishbreath wasn't going full speed. All he could see was the gryphon's feathery hindquarters as it ran away from him, its long tail waving in the air it jumped over small shrubs and avoided crashing into trees. Razkiel knew it was toying with him. He couldn't keep up, he just hoped it would stop soon so he could catch his breath.

He was right. He burst through the foliage into a small clearing. The gryphon sat in the middle, staring at him with his loincloth clutched triumphantly in its beak. He had to grin at the sight. Fishbreath wouldn't run away a second time. He walked over and snatched the piece of cloth from its grasp. It gazed up at him brightly.

"You shouldn't have done that." he reprimanded half-seriously.

The gryphon smirked and rubbed against his legs. He scratched its head until it rolled over onto its back, obviously demanding a belly rub.

Razkiel's jaw dropped. All this time he had assumed the gryphon was female, but apparently, that wasn't the case. Nestled between the creature's legs was a large furry sack and a nice, plump sheath. Fishbreath it seemed - was a male.

"Oh - I had no idea you were um ... a male." he managed. The gryphon cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'so?'

It was strange to learn that a male had just sucked his dick. He wasn't exactly upset ... just ... surprised. Male Rakasha didn't tend to do things like that, and if they did, it was probably in secret. It felt odd knowing that the gryphon liked that sort of thing. For all he knew, perhaps it was normal behaviour amongst its kind.

Oddly enough, seeing the male's sizable package began stirring his lusts again. He bent down and tried to ignore it, but when he began petting the gryphon's lush belly-fur, he couldn't help but notice the gryphon staring at him unblinkingly. It was like it could sense his budding arousal. Each time his hand went down its body, the gryphon would shuffle and re-position itself, clearly thrilled at getting the attention it so deserved. He tried to avoid looking at it's sheath, but his curiosity overwhelmed him and he risked another glance. His jaw dropped again.

Now he could see why the gryphon was so excited. Its blood-red cock peeked out from its sheath, the tip already dribbling a thin stream of pre that wet its feathers. He stopped petting the creature immediately, his own loins pulsing with arousal just at the sight of the horny gryphon getting turned on. It gave a displeased squawk, shuffling its hips impatiently so that its heavy balls flopped back-and-forth.

Razkiel swallowed nervously, not quite sure how to proceed. The gryphon hooted at him, stating its needs quite clearly.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" he stammered. "I had no idea you gryphons were so horny all the time!"

Fishbreath's crest fell a bit as it glared at him in annoyance. It's feathery tail flicked against the side of his face.

Razkiel sighed. The gryphon wanted him to repay it obviously. He glanced back at the gryphon's cock, reaching out tentatively and touching one of its large furry testicles. The gryphon started purring almost instantly, its cock pushing out of its sheath at the slightest amount of attention.

'What in the world am I doing?' he wondered idly. 'Am I actually going along with this?'

Apparently so. He grabbed the base of the sheath and squeezed lightly, feeling the soft flesh stiffen rapidly as it swelled with blood. The fur near the creature's groin was already soaked with arousal, the pointed tip dribbling juices all over his fingertips. He grimaced a bit in disgust at the sheer amount.

Despite his reservations, he decided to press forward. He cupped his hand around the Fishbreath's girth and rubbed gently, watching in amazement as the creature's cock spilled out of its protective tube and hardened within seconds. He swallowed in awe: The gryphon was huge! Its cock stood straight in the air, twitching as blood pumped through the thick veins covering its engorged surface. The tip he realized - was almost identical to his own: spade-shaped, and covered in dozens of fleshy barbs that looked sensitive to the touch. He rubbed them with the pad of his thumb, making Fishbreath keen loudly and thrust into his hand, pre-cum spurting out from the narrow peak and coating his fingers in sticky fluids.

He yanked his hand away, staring at the clear substance as it dripped from his digits. He brought it up to his nose and flinched at the sheer potency of its scent, flicking out his tongue and licking his hand curiously. He was surprised at how rich and flavorful the gryphon's emissions were. It's musk had become very noticeable now that he had gotten a taste directly from the source: It was a masculine scent, hanging in the air and impossible to ignore. He felt his own length start growing rapidly as he breathed it in, staring at his comparatively smaller erection in shock as he was aroused beyond words by the gryphon before him.

Fishbreath gave what had to be a knowing grin as it watched his cock become erect. Both their members were extremely similar in appearance, but Razkiel felt a pang of jealousy at the obvious size difference. The gryphon seemed to notice as well and gave a small chirrup of glee.

He scowled. "Hey I'm not that small!" which in truth - he wasn't. He knew for a fact he was larger than the average Rakasha, but the gryphon outsized him nonetheless. "Besides, you're bigger than me." he said. "Oh stop that. You know what I mean."

The gryphon's eyes twinkled as it rolled over and stood up, nuzzling his face and purring incessantly. Razkiel had no idea what was about to happen, but all he knew was that he was incredibly horny, and with a feral gryphon that was probably even more-so. Fishbreath toured his body a few more times before strutting away. It stopped a few feet from him, bending low against the ground and raising its hips.

At first he thought it was merely stretching, but when the gryphon lifted its tail high in the air, he blushed at the realization it was actually presenting itself for him. His cock throbbed with lust at the sight of its tight, pink tailhole begging to be claimed, and he groaned in defeat as he got up and approached large creature, his legs shaking with desire.

He grabbed the gryphon's muscular haunch, his claws pricking its skin as he licked his muzzle hungrily. The gryphon twisted its head sideways and gave him a pleading look, shuffling its hips and keening softly with anticipation. He knew this was exactly what it wanted. And he knew without a doubt in the world that he did just as much.

"For such a big creature you sure are a submissive little whelp." he said with a chuckle. "Is it because you were a bad gryphon and want to apologize for stealing my clothes?" Fishbreath crooned weakly in response, arching low against the soft earth and gazing at him with a heavy-lidded gaze.

"Well, apology accepted I guess. Now how should we start? I've never done it with a gryphon before, so I think I'm going to take it nice and slow." He didn't even care if the creature couldn't understand him. He could tell just by talking he was working the poor thing up. He gave it a playful swat on the ass making it push its rump even higher, begging for him to plunge his cock into its supple depths and start pounding away.

He suppressed the urge just barely. He bent down to inspect the gryphons taught hole more closely, a small patch of flesh devoid of any fur or feather, nestled just beneath its tail. To think that a few minutes ago he'd been unwilling to go any further with the beast ... well, so much for that. He breathed in the gryphon's potent scent, letting it fill his head and cloud his thoughts until breeding the horny little bird became the only thing that mattered. He traced the outline of its puckered star with the tip of his index finger, making the gryphon squirm with lust and its clench its hole reflexively.

"My my aren't we sensitive?" Razkiel growled. His lusts overcame him and he slowly pressed his finger against the hot ring of flesh, feeling it spread around the tip of his finger as he pushed inside. Fishbreath could hardly stand it, kneading its back-paws and keening softly with pleasure upon finally being penetrated. Razkiel grinned as his finger sunk in, burrowing into the gryphon's warm, clenching interiors until it was fully interred in the creature's ass. He watched Fishbreath's cock pulse and spew fluids all over it's belly fur, the young whelp so wound up it looked like its member would explode if it did not receive attention soon. He grabbed one of it's heavy balls and squeezed, enjoying the gryphon's quiet purrs as it begged him to continue. He didn't want to disappoint the lusty bird, so he grabbed its shaft and began stroking it gently.

Fishbreath started jerking eagerly into his hand, the tip of his cock a deep shade of purple. Fluids gushed out non-stop from the barbed peak, dripping down the underside of its length and pooling on the grass below. Razkiel was amazed at how much there was. His hand glided up and down it's slimy length, his grip barely encircling the gryphon's hefty shaft. He withdrew his finger from its ass and watched the creature's tailhole wink shut. He felt a little dirty doing such a naughty thing but dismissed the idea. The gryphon - if anything, was cleaner than him.

This time he stuck two fingers in, the gryphon's eyes widening in surprise as it groaned with desire. Fishbreath started pushing its hips back into his hand, driving his slender digits deep inside its ass until they poked something soft and fleshy within. He immediately noticed the gryphon start to purr with immense pleasure, its cock shooting more sticky fluids all over as he located an obviously highly sensitive spot within its body. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of the creature's tight anus, making sure to keep rubbing the same spot each time he plunged inside. The gryphon started drooling with lust, its beak hanging agape as it stretched out even further along the ground.

"I bet that feels good." he whispered. The gryphon crooned weakly in response, its tailhole flexing around his fingers as he pushed in right to the knuckles. He stroked the same fleshy bulb making the creature cry out as it climaxed unexpectedly, its hot anal walls clamping around his fingers and quivering rhythmically in pleasure. He jerked its cock even faster as he realized what was about to happen, feeling it become incredibly tense for a few seconds before pulsating out-of-control, throbbing in his hand as hot cum sprayed from its swollen tip. Razkiel was forced to watch in awe as thick creamy ropes of gryphon-seed spurted everywhere, drenching his hand and shooting all over its belly-fur in an extremely messy climax. It didn't end anytime soon. The creature panted as he felt its asshole clench harder around his sunken fingers, its heavy balls expelling their pent-up load all over the ground below as Fisbreath finally earned the climax it so deserved. Knowing exactly what he would want were he in a similar position, he cupped his palm around its barbs and squeezed lightly. The gryphon screamed in ecstasy, tensing as semen began gushing into his hand. It was a hot and sticky sensation, dripping from his closed fist and squelching lewdly as the horny beast started rutting his hand furiously.

Eventually it's thrusts became weaker and weaker before the creature slumped to the ground in bliss, its tailhole relaxing and allowing him to pull his fingers out. He gazed at what he had accomplished, feeling very proud at being able to reduce the once strong male to quivering pile of feathers. Its anus now looked nice and loose - and more importantly - ready for a good pounding. He swatted its ass making Fishbreath perk up and lift its rump in preparation, raising its tail once more like a good little whelp. It's cock was still rock-hard with lust ...

He shook his head. Gryphons.

He got to his feet and grabbed it's haunches, staring down at his erect cock aiming straight for the creature's puckered hole. Gods above had he never been this hard in his entire life! His heart pounded in his chest and a slow growl rolled from his throat. He wanted to dominate the bird until he filled its rump full of steaming cum and its eyes rolled back in pleasure. Maybe the gryphon would become addicted to it he thought salaciously: Waiting by his favourite stream so he could fuck its furry little ass every day. He nearly came just thinking about it. Fishbreath gave him a look of utmost longing. Something told him it was a distinct possibility.

With that thought in mind, he lined up his cock with the gryphon's tailhole and thrust forward, pressing the tip against the gryphon's soft taint and smearing pre all across its surface. Fishbreath crooned and eagerly pushed back against him, its tailhole spreading around his shaft as he sunk inside. He groaned as his length was enveloped by the gryphon's burning interiors. He had never felt anything so tight in his entire life! The gryphon's hole was like a hot oven, clenching around his dick as he began to thrust in, fucking the feral creature from behind.

Fishbreath started purring as his cock plunged deep into its supple depths, arching its back and grinding its rump against his crotch. Razkiel wrapped his arms around the creature's waist and leaned forward, digging his feet into the soft earth and plunging his cock in-and-out of the gryphon's quivering ass. He felt his barbs rake softly against its inner-flesh with each stroke, knowing full-well that they were probably causing the gryphon extreme amounts of pleasure. He smirked once he saw it's lust-addled expression, its eyes drooped and its tongue hanging out as it drooled all over the ground in rapture.

He thrust his cock in to the hilt. "You like that don't you?" he panted in its ear. "I'd love to have you as a pet ... then we'd be able to do this as much as you'd like." Fishbreath cooed softly in agreement, shivering from head-to-toe with intense satisfaction. He pulled back out and resumed pounding the horny bird with renewed force, his pre lubricating the whelp's slick tunnel so that the penetration was entirely smooth and painless. He let his paws rove through its thick fur as he buried his cock inside the creature's ass, shoving deep underneath its tail, and feeling its powerful muscles ripple with each jarring thrust. The gryphon rocked back against him each time, mewling submissively with need.

Razkiel forgot about the blue-eyed female, for nothing could compare to this. The gryphon was ready and willing to fuck, no need for a long courtship, no desire to impress, just a simple, savage urge to breed that he was all-too willing to indulge upon. His hips pumped back-and-forth, driving his throbbing maleness deep inside the creature's well-prepared anus time-and-time again. All too soon, he lost count for how long they'd been at it. Both of them descending into a carnal frenzy that involved him stuffing as much of his length inside the creature's warm tailhole as physically possible.

And the gryphon loved every second of it.

Lewd sounds begin to emanate from the creature's big rump each time their bodies collided, his pre-cum making the grpyhon's fuck-tunnel nice and wet as juices trickled from its stretched-out taint. Razkiel reached around the creature's waist and fondled its heavy balls, earning a stifled moan from the gryphon as unleashed another load of its own clear fluids all over its belly-fur. He felt a burning sense of tension rise within his loins as he fucked the gryphon senseless, snarling with pleasure as his barbs slid along the gryphon's soft inner-walls and sent jolts of pleasure coursing along his length. The heady scent of musk filled the air as he bred the big predator wildly, his balls slapping against the gryphon's much larger ones with each powerful thrust.

"I'm gonna cum soon." he whispered in its tufted ear. "Than you'll be all mine!" He could tell the gryphon recognized the dominant tone in his voice when it squirmed with excitement. The older ones probably loved reaming this little guy all the time. There had probably been dozens of large male gryphons buried inside its ass long before him.

He grasped the creature's shaft and began stroking the gryphon off while fucking its ass at the same time. It was difficult to find a steady rhythm, but after a few seconds of adjusting to the creature's different anatomy, he managed. If the gryphon stretched out further and screeched in pleasure, its cock pulsing and covered in slimy fluids that made jerking it off incredibly fun. Wet 'slops' could be heard as he forcefully pounded its sensitive taint into oblivion, the gryphon's hole squeezing around his length as they neared release.

Razkiel came within a few short minutes. He shoved his cock as deep as possible inside Fishbreath's tailhole, finishing them both off with rapid thrusts. The gryphon screamed in bliss as its ass suddenly clamped down around his girth and began quivering madly, milking his cock for everything it had. Razkiel's eyes rolled up as he unleashed straight into the gryphon's hot depths, his cock pulsing non-stop as it shot sticky ropes of cum deep inside the feral creature's bowels. He slumped across its back and held on for dear life as he creamed its ass, shuddering with pleasure as the gryphon trembled in unison, its own cock shooting its sizable load all over the ground below. He felt the powerful throbs of its cock in his hand as the thick, cum-delivering vein pulsed beneath his fingers, expelling its fertile seed out the barbed tip and spraying everywhere in tandem with his thrusts. He twitched each time its tailhole squeezed around his cock, feeling his cum squelch against his shaft as he came inside the slutty bird, filling its rump full of thick, sticky sperm. Once the pleasure began to fade, he slowly tapered off pumping the gryphon's huge cock, cum still drizzling out as it murmured with complete happiness.

Razkiel's legs threatened to buckle. He pulled his cock out of the spent gryphon and stumbled back, collapsing to the ground as he caught his breath. He felt both extremely satisfied, and extremely exhausted at the same time. He gazed up, smiling at the sight of Fishbreath's ass in the air and its taint still quivering from the effects of their climax. Spunk drooled from its stretched-out hole, its cock still hard with lust and drenched in copious amounts of fluids. Beneath the creature was a puddle of its own cum. It was almost unbelievable how much there was. He had certainly done a number on the poor thing.

The gryphon turned about and met his gaze. It ventured over, nuzzling his upraised knee and gazing at him with a pleased expression. He rubbed its head. Hardly believing he had just mated with a gryphon - and a male no less.

"That was a lot of fun." he panted truthfully. "I really don't know what else to say."

The gryphon stared at him. He noticed its cock was still rock hard.

"Still not satisfied?" The gryphon gave a small chirrup. He raised an eyebrow. "Well, I'd be up for round two, but you're going to have to wait a bit. I'm exhausted." The gryphon gave him an annoyed look. It nudged his legs.

"I don't think I'll ever meet anyone who wants it more than you." he chuckled. "Are all you gryphons like this? Is there ever a moment where your not trying to get it under the tail?"

Firshbreath placed a paw on his chest and shoved him onto his back, standing over him and blotting out the sun above.

"Hey! What was that for? I wasn't that bad!" The gryphon spread its massive wings and latched its front talons around both his shoulders. It gave a powerful downward stroke and lifted off the ground effortlessly. Razkiel felt himself pulled into the air.

"Woah! What are you doing!" He shouted. The gryphon looked down at him and winked.

Uh-oh. That wasn't good.

Before he could do anything, the gryphon rocketed into the air. Wind rushed through Razkiel's fur as he was carried away, breaking through the dense canopy above and sending a flock of sparrows flying away in terror. He opened his mouth to shout but no sound came out. They were going so fast he could hardly breathe, and when he finally looked down, all he saw was a sea of green foliage below. He kicked the air, his heart hammering in his chest as he realized there was nothing between him and the ground but a vast blue sky.

Fear coursed through him and he clasped the gryphon's talons in a death-grip, holding on for dear life as it streaked through the air. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the gryphon angled upwards, trimming its wings and performing an agile mid-air flip. His stomach sunk as the momentum swung him around, its talons suddenly letting go. The gryphon released him at the peak of its loop.

This time he screamed. The clouds tumbled end-over-end as he was flung upwards into the sky. He stabilized himself as gravity took hold, the world coming into view as he started falling towards the ground. His mind raced, there was not a chance in hell he'd survive a drop this high.

The gryphon suddenly shot beneath him, its wings outstretched as he landed on its back with a soft thump. He immediately clasped the dense feathers of its collar, disoriented and weak with vertigo. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened: The gryphon had caught him.

Somehow.

As he struggled to catch his breath, Fishbreath glanced back at him with and whistled happily. He held on tight, gazing in wonder at the world far below. The soft whumps of its wings calmed his nerves as they climbed higher and higher, the bright features of the land quickly shrinking into the distance as they rose high into the clouds. The wind was crisp and cold up here, whistling in his ears as they soared through the air. He had always dreamed what it would be like to fly ... to see the world from a different perspective. The landscape's natural beauty amazed him: He could see his favourite fishing spot and the waterfall that fed it further upstream, and if he looked down into the valley: The tight-nit houses of his clan all nestled snugly together, a faint trail of smoke billowing into the sky.

Razkiel inhaled the fresh air and let out a whoop of glee. He felt the gryphon's muscles with each flap of its mighty wings, the sheer strength of its body in motion. It was born to fly he knew, a master of both realms: land, and sky. Fishbreath seemed to have no trouble carrying him as they flew further up the mountain, it's technique relaxed and almost leisurely as it carried him to destinations unknown.

They broke through a layer of clouds, the peak of the mountain coming into view and washed in a corona of golden sunlight. Razkiel felt tense with exhilaration as the gryphon circled and prepared to descend, allowing him one last glance at the sprawling landscape before diving low. It flared its wings right before landing, reeling back and allowing him to hop safely to the ground as it touched down beside him.

Razkiel knelt down and ruffled its feathers, "You're crazy you know that?" the gryphon licked him on the nose and gazed at him slyly.

"At least you didn't miss." he added for good measure. He turned in a circle as be inspected the mountaintop. The blue-eyed female was supposed to be up here with him... but not anymore he realized. The gryphon's charm had easily won him over. He could see dozens of other mountains far off in the distance, rising and falling along the horizon like gentle blue waves. The one he was standing on was the tallest, covered in soft grass and small pebbles, devoid of anything more than that. He felt a sense of tranquillity wash over him amidst the blowing wind. Up here there was nothing to worry about.

"Why did you take me here?" he asked. The gryphon's ears perked up and it looked at him before bounding off. It stopped a short distance away and turned back, wanting him to follow.

He trailed the gryphon for a couple minutes as it led him along the peak, making sure not to slip and fall as he tried to keep up. After a few minutes they came upon a cliff overlooking the forest below, jutting off the edge of the mountain and giving him a beautiful look at the entire valley. The view wasn't all that caught his eye however: Sitting atop the cliff was what looked like a small fort children might build in the woods. It took him a moment to realize that it was actually a massive nest, built from thick branches entwined in a protective circular barrier. The gryphon hopped over the wall of twigs, its head appearing over the side a second later and gazing at him expectantly.

Razkiel approached. Fisbreath's nest was huge. He grabbed a heavy branch and tested its strength, surprised at how sturdy it was. He got a leg up and climbed over the side, straddling the wall and looking inside. The interior was lined with grasses and soft white down that made it look very warm and comfortable. He jumped in, landing beside the gryphon and making it twirl with excitement.

"Nice place." he said. "I had no idea gryphons even made nests." Fisbreath chirruped happily and rubbed against his legs. "Now why did you bring me here? I'm sure it wasn't because you wanted to show me your home."

The gryphon gave him a devilish look and swept his legs out from under him with a bat of its paws. He landed on his ass, having some vague notion what the creature wanted when he noticed its erect cock still stiff with libido.

He got back to his feet with a grin, feeling his own length stiffen eagerly at seeing the gryphon ready to go. "You could ask more nicely you know." he growled. "I'm eager to claim that furry ass of yours again after what you did to me back there."

The gryphon grumbled in displeasure and pounced on him, pinning him to the ground and staring at him hungrily. At this point he knew it wasn't going to eat him, but there was a dominant glint in it's eyes that made him shiver. The gryphon wanted more than that.

The gryphon wanted him.

He gulped nervously. "You can't be serious." he whispered. The creature licked his neck, its cock dribbling pre all across his abdomen. He could tell what it was thinking: 'oh yes I am. And you're going to love every second of it.'

He blushed deeply beneath his striped fur. The gryphon wanted to take him ... now.

Before he could even fathom such a thing, the creature flipped him onto his front with a lazy flick of its paw. He tried to rise but Fishbreath was over him in an instant, the creature's bulky weight falling upon his feline form and pinning him down. He saw its massive paws slide up beside his hands, its legs like unmoving pillars compared to his wiry limbs. He struggled for a bit but eventually gave up. The gryphon was much stronger than him, and it didn't want him escaping anytime soon.

Well, so much for that. He was trapped, and his naked posterior was completely exposed for the gryphon to claim. There was nothing he could do as he felt the bird wrap its paws about his waist and lie across his back, pushing him to the ground as he gazed up helplessly into its golden eyes. Fishbreath gave his cheek a wet, reassuring lick. Adjusting its hips and lining itself up with his back- entrance. Despite his dire situation, Razkiel felt a tingle of excitement at the prospect of being bred by the larger animal, eager for the pleasure he knew it's powerful body could deliver.

The gryphon hunched forward and he felt something hot wet and slick probe his asshole, knowing full-well it was its rigid cock seeking entrance to his body. He clenched on reflex, wondering how on earth he would ever manage to take its huge length inside him. Gods ... he was a virgin! Never once had he even considered doing something like this before!

The gryphon didn't seem to mind at all, moving along at its own pace and purring with approval. It nuzzled him with its beak, its pointy cock dripping pre all over his tight hole in preparation for a nice hard fuck. It started rocking forward, hugging him tightly from behind as its barbed cock poked his sensitive anus. He felt it shuffle its paws as it got comfortable, lovingly preening his fur as a mate would do to a female of its own kind. It felt oddly relaxing. The gryphon's luxurious fur was incredibly warm, and its firm embrace made him feel treasured and wanted. He knew it wouldn't hurt him, but he also knew with all the certainty in the world that it would also fuck him senseless.

With a shaky breath, he gave up. Surrendering himself to the horny gryphon.

He twisted his head sideways and met its victorious gaze. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he snapped. "Fuck me you big goofy furball."

That was all it took. The gryphon growled with pent-up desire and eagerly shoved forward, pressing the tip of its cock against the warm pink flesh of his taint. He pushed his rump into its soaking groin and lifted his tail, groaning as he felt his poor hole spread around the first few inches of its slimy shaft. He had never felt anything so strange in his entire life. His soft inner-walls stretched considerably as the gryphon sunk inside him, the soft nubs lining its cock rubbing against him in ways he had never dreamed of. He grit his teeth as the big creature tested his limits, feeling its hot pre spurt into his fuck-tunnel and fully lubricate him from inside. Hardly anything had happened yet and already he felt like he might explode from the pressure of it all, his cock twitching submissively and dribbling its own silvery pre as the gryphon claimed him at last.

"Gods above ..." he panted. "You're ... a lot ... bigger ... than I thought."

The gryphon nibbled his ear and leaned further along the arch of his spine, digging its claws into the soft tangle of grasses at their feet and jabbing roughly. He groaned with strain a second time as it buried the remainder of its length inside his rump in one swift thrust, its heavy, cum-filled balls slapping hard against his testicles in finality. He closed his eyes and tried to keep from crying out in pain. He wouldn't give Fibreath the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt. The young gryphon slumped across his back and huffed in relief. He imagined how good it must feel for the creature to finally have its cock buried deep inside a willing partner's hot depths. The gryphon was such a submissive whelp that opportunities like this probably didn't present themselves very often. He couldn't blame the poor little thing for wanting to fuck so badly. The other males probably bred it so much that Fishbreath was likely always this pent up and desperate to let off steam. Well, today was its day, he thought with a frown. This was its one big chance to spill its load inside him and fill his ass up to the brim with its virile seed. Perhaps he wasn't so lucky after all.

Who was he kidding. Of course he was. It wasn't everyday you got to mate with a gryphon. Besides, his smarting tailhole was finally starting to adjust to the sensation of having a nigh-fully grown gryphon buried inside it. He could feel the faint pulse of its cock deep inside his bowels, the tip still spurting warm pre until his ass was nothing more than a sloppy, wet, fuck-worthy tunnel for its cock. The gryphon pulled back, dragging its length against his soft anal walls and retreating from his ass. He breathed a sigh of relief but quickly regretted it. His rump felt cold and empty without the gryphon's dominating shaft buried inside him. He actually craved its hot girth stuffed deep in his ass. He couldn't believe it. What on earth had the gryphon done to him to make him think this way?

Fishbreath purred happily and rolled its hips, sinking its cock back inside his willing tailhole. He moaned softly with pleasure this time, feeling its lubricated mass stretch him wide-open as it slid into his slick depths in a single, smooth thrust. He felt the gryphon bottom-out inside him, its plump sheath kissing his bum as it hugged him tightly against its underside. They stayed like that for a little while as the beast tottered in an effort to remain upright, allowing him ample time to adjust to its weight and prepare himself for the long breeding session of that was surely about to happen.

"C'mon gryphon ... I know this is what you want ... The big males probably never let you get any tail so this is your chance ... Don't waste it by taking your time." Fishbreath cooed and snuggled along his back, thrusting its hips forward and starting to work its cock in-and-out of his puckered taint. Razkiel nearly moaned with pleasure right then and there as the gryphon began fucking him at last, jerking its hips as it shoved its spiny cock deep inside his tailhole. He felt his limps quake each time their bodies met, its paws circling around his belly and scraping lightly against his fur as it got a better grip. Gods above the gryphon's cock was the biggest, bluntest thing he'd ever felt. It rubbed along his inner-flesh in a highly pleasurable fashion, pressing against his fleshy prostate in all the right ways and making his cock pulse and twitch in tandem. He felt its huge warm balls begin to slap against his own with each push: A grim reminder of the massive seeding he would endure once they unleashed their equally hot contents inside his body. The gryphon eventually settled into a slow, methodical pace, fucking him like the feral beast he knew and loved.

Razkiel trembled and arched low against the floor, his chin rubbing against the bottom of the nest as the gryphon bred his delicious taint. He listened to the lewd slop of sexual fluids as their bodies smacked against each other, the gryphon's drippy cock smearing its pre-juice all over his rear-end and soaking his fur with its unbridled lust. He reached back and felt the sticky fluids squelch from his tailhole with each thrust, feeling the wet rim of his puckered star spread wide around the gryphon's invading shaft. A numbing pleasure began to grow inside his bowels with each hump, his fleshy insides squeezing the gryphon's mighty cock as it ploughed through him time-and-time again. The gryphon was everywhere around him: above him, beside him, and best of all: buried deep inside his virgin ass. He sunk into its lush fur and shivered with excitement, Fishbreath was actually mating with him. He began to rock against the creature's powerful thrusts, driving the beast's cock deep inside his ass as it pounded away without a care in the world. It's musk had become completely stifling now that he was beneath the gryphon's legs, swirling about the large nest and washing over him hotly. He breathed it in and shuddered at its incredible potency, his cock hardening in response to the heady masculine scent of dominance and sex.

The haze of copulation began to settle in, and he enjoyed the sensation thoroughly. He grinned to himself as the creature used his body to its will. A deep, inner happiness coursing through him as the big predator fucked his ass wildly. The more he thought about it, the more he realized this was exactly what he had wanted all along. He would never admit it ... but deep-down ... he knew it was true. How could he have ever said no? Fishbreath was the smartest, cutest, pushiest, most damn horny creature he had ever met, and if it wanted to release some sexual tension, who was he to decline? Besides, it was the most fun he'd ever had, and the gryphon had certainly reciprocated. He tried to imagine what he must look like right now: Prostrate, a large gryphon lying across his back, pinning him down and working its hips madly against his rear. It was almost too much to bear, and he would've burst out laughing it it didn't hurt so damn much.

Soon it hurt less, and even sooner it stopped hurting entirely. The gryphon sped up, shoving its aching cock past his battered taint and impaling him on its massive length over-and-over again. He felt its barbs rake against his fragile walls, digging into the supple flesh of his rump in order to elicit the highest amounts of pleasure. The gryphon's head fell alongside his own, its golden eyes glazed with lust as it bred his weaker body like it was the last fuck of its life. He felt its heavy pants against the side of his cheek, the scent of fish having long since disappeared. He reached up and stroked its feathered ruff, causing the bird to lock eyes with him. Razkiel wanted Fishbreath to know he belonged ... that he wanted to be its mate more than anything in the world. He didn't care if the gryphon couldn't understand him, but somehow, staring into the golden depths of its intelligent gaze, he knew it shared similar feelings.

The creature gave a particularly harsh thrust and forced him to grunt in discomfort. He felt its cock slide deep inside his ass to the very hilt, the creature pounding his abused taint with renewed vigour. He whimpered as it increased the speed of its eager thrusts, bracing himself against the floor as it banged against his rump repeatedly. He listened to the lewd sounds of his anus being ravaged by its impressive breeding tool, feeling the warm drip of pre-cum pour down his legs and squirt from the seal of their bodies each time its hips slammed into him. He was right in his appraisal of the gryphon's urge to breed. It practically snarled as it took him roughly, fucking his ass as only a sex-deprived animal could. He felt its claws scrabble at his waist as it struggled to maintain its dominant hold on him, its talons scratching his skin while his cock bobbed crazily to the gryphon's erratic humps. He cried out in pleasure as its barbed cock bred his tight hole for what seemed like hours on-end, time slowing down to a complete stop until all he knew was that he'd be walking funny for a very long time after this was all over.

Fishbreath hunched its back even further, letting its weight fall upon him so that his ass was raised high and he could do nothing but squirm in pleasure under its embrace. He moaned with bliss as the feral bird fucked him wildly, its cock plunging in and out of his weakened body and stripping away every ounce of resistance he had left. He gave himself over to the gryphon, fully submitting to its whims as his tailhole was claimed by the male's savage thrusts. Bursts of pleasure arched down his spine each time it speared through him, stretching his pucker wider than anything he thought possible until he was completely broken by the powerful bird. It growled and nipped his neck in pleasure, its cock gushing pre into his sloppy ass and making the penetration amazingly lewd and noisy. He grabbed his bouncing cock and began masturbating furiously, his eyes rolling up as waves of unstoppable warmth started coursing through him. He came within a few short minutes, his ass clamping around the gryphon's shaft as it fucked him to his first orgasm. His penis throbbed, cum spurting out the tip and splashing all over the floor of the nest in thin ropes. He couldn't stop shuddering, the gryphon crooning with satisfaction as his ass constricted around its mast still busy pounding away at his quivering taint. He looked at the creature submissively, meeting its cool stare and realizing it wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

"Gods above." he whispered. It was going to be a long day.

The gryphon fucked him for hours on end, never letting up once as it plunged its cock in-and-out of his abused tailhole. If anything, it only went faster, rutting him hard until he soon lost count of how many times it had made him cum. The fur of his chest was soaked in his own sticky emissions, his body aching, sore, and completely spent, but still, it continued to breed him. He felt exhausted. His limbs hardly supporting the feral creature as it pounded away at his shivering, orgasm-wracked body. He had no idea how it could keep going this long, but he never complained once. He would be more than happy if they could fuck like this for the rest of their lives. He continued stroking himself off, the creature smashing its cock past his tight ring of flesh and making him cum once more. His eyes fluttered and his cock throbbed weakly, his vision tunnelling until he collapsed with a happy expression.

Something licked his cheek, and Razkiel opened one eye slowly. He felt the heavy thumps of the gryphon's body clapping against his rear-end, the creature still furiously humping away. He must of passed out he realized in amazement, his legs feeling like lead and his ass numb from the gryphon's endless fucking. He had no idea how long they'd been at it, but the Sun had grown dull in the midday. His legs were drenched in its mating juices, his own cock aching and completely spent. Fishbreath panted heavily in his ear, its hips a blur of speed as it dominated his exhausted form. He could sense a mounting pressure rising inside the creature. The gryphon, he knew for certain ... was going to climax anytime now.

He felt a twinge of fear, but also one of excitement. Its previous orgasms had been massive, but this one was going to be something else entirely. He held on for the ride as Fishbreath's thrusts became increasingly erratic, saliva dripping from its beak as it snarled in unrestrained passion. He met its gaze and felt a stab of uncertainty. It's eyes were wild and unfocused, solely intent on finding the pleasure it had been seeking all this time. The last dozen of its thrusts were the hardest yet, the creature driving its cock as deep as it could into his well-used tunnel in order to plant its seed deep inside. He cried out as it bit into soft part of his neck, his anus clenching around its buried shaft and squeezing it with all the force he could muster. That seemed to do it. The gryphon's eyes widened and it went completely stiff, screeching with pleasure as its whole body began trembling violently.

Razkiel trembled too.

The hottest, wettest, most satisfying warmth he had ever felt before exploded in his rump as the gryphon finished inside him, its massive cock throbbing powerfully as thick, heavy ropes of cum gushed from its barbed tip and drenched his innards in a sticky, searing heat. He felt its beak quiver and its balls tighten as it unleashed its massive virile load at last, his feathered friend slumping across his shoulders and whimpering softly as its cock pulsed out-of-control, the poor bird's eyes rolling up as waves of warm cum splashed into his rump and filled him within seconds.

Razkiel felt his stomach begin to swell from the sheer amount pouring inside him. Fishbreath gave a few tiny, involuntary thrusts as it sprayed its seed deep inside his spent tailhole, working it as far down as possible before it started to gush out from the tight seal of their bodies. He moaned in amazement, the stuff pouring from his abused taint and dripping down his legs like an endless waterfall of semen, pooling on the ground at his feet where he could smell its rich scent with startling ease.

The gryphon's climax dragged on forever, twitching and crooning as it emptied its balls within his welcoming depths. Razkiel had never felt so full in his entire life, but he also felt a sense of complete and total happiness. He was proud of himself for being able to take the gryphon's seed, and once Fishbreath roused itself from its sex-induced haze, he was sure it would respect him more than ever.

He shifted his weight and felt the heavy slosh of cum deep within his rump, excess semen dripping out from his stretched tailhole and spilling down his legs in fat streams. The gryphon seemed to be coming to, and it nuzzled his neck appreciatively once the flow of semen became nothing more than an oozing trickle. It massaged the spot where it had inflicted its mating bite. Razkiel met its golden gaze and smiled. The gryphon really cared for him.

Fishbreath pulled him to the soft floor of the nest and brought him in close, its cock still buried within his depths. He nestled into its warm, welcoming fur, content to simply lie there with his friend and let the final rays of sunlight wash over them. After a good long while, he felt the gryphon's softening cock slip from his needy hole, a large amount of cum following in its wake as his tender ass winked shut to hold the rest inside.

He met the creature's gaze. "Wow." was all he could manage. "You sure were pent up huh?" The gryphon chirped with amusement and licked his nose. He grinned and pushed its head away playfully. "Don't get too used to it, I wouldn't mind taking that tight little ass of yours again." Its ears perked up, intending to take him up on his offer. He put a hand on its flank. "Woah there, how about we wait a little bit? I don't think I'll be able to move anytime soon."

The gryphon gave him a devilish look and shook him off. He frowned in surprise ... was it done with him already? He rose to his elbows but the gryphon pushed him back down impatiently. He watched as it got up and turned around, raising its tail high in the air. He was familiar with the sight of its pink tailhole, but the view still aroused him to high heaven.

"I told you already Fishbreath, I couldn't even if I wanted too. And you know how much I want to." The gryphon winked, squatting its hindquarters and lowering its ass towards him. He watched in confusion as the dark little hole descended straight towards his face, blotting out the sky above until it was the only thing in his field of view.

"Um, Fishbreath ... what do you think your doing?" he asked nervously. The creature didn't respond. And he had a funny feeling he knew exactly what it wanted.

"You can't be serious." he whispered to himself. It's puckered hole was so close he could see every intricate little detail in the soft patch of flesh, and smell the gryphon's overpowering musk wash over him. It fogged his thoughts and aroused him a great deal, but he still had the sense to reach up and try to push the gryphon's haunch away. It was no use. His efforts were halfhearted and without strength.

For the millionth time today, he realized he was about to do something he had never even dreamed of doing:

He was going to rim the gryphon's asshole.

He relaxed his grip and closed his eyes as the gryphon sat down on his face. He felt its soft feathers tickle his whiskers as its weight came to a rest on his muzzle, smothering him somewhat as it wriggled its rump and got comfortable. Its musk was suddenly mind-numbing in its intensity, being the most powerful, dark, forbidden thing he had ever smelled ... and it smelled delicious.

He opened his mouth and peeked his tongue out, slowly pressing it into the gryphon's soft, fleshy taint. He whimpered at the strong musky flavour, his taste buds exploding to life as the gryphon purred above him with obvious enjoyment. Its warm beak engulfed his stiff cock in response and began sucking him off. He should have known something like this would happen. The gryphon was the lustiest creature he had ever met, and there was simply no sating its carnal appetite. He was very eager to explore these new sensations with his horny friend.

He pushed his face into its ass and began lapping hungrily at Fishbreath's warm tailhole, dragging his tongue across the smooth, delicate surface and shuddering with pleasure at the heady taste. His mind fogged pleasantly with desire, moaning softly as the gryphon's hot hole clenched and quivered amidst his exploratory flicks. He felt the creature begin to slobber all over his cock. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he wanted to do this forever.

Needing more, he pushed his tongue up and probed the gryphon's sensitive hole with the tip of his dainty tongue. It sealed shut reflexively and he purred with delight. He knew he was driving the gryphon wild doing something like this. He pushed up a second time and smiled faintly when the soft entrance gave way and welcomed his tongue into the creature's dark tunnel. He nearly fainted at how strong the taste was here, his mind spinning with pleasure as he whimpered with complete and total submission. Nothing ... absolutely nothing could compare to this. Gryphons truly were the most horny creatures imaginable.

They stayed like that for a long time. Razkiel indulging himself on the gryphon's tailhole while the gryphon pleasured him in kind. More than a few times he felt its anal muscles quiver around his tongue and a wet warmth spill over his belly fur as the gryphon cummed all over him. He did too, shooting his load down the gryphon's hungry gullet until he thought the pleasure would never stop.

The gryphon suddenly raised itself off him, and Razkiel's eyes snapped open and he breathed in his first breath of fresh air in what felt like years. He looked around in confusion, dizzy with arousal and soaked in the bird's semen before he saw Fishbreath standing right next to him, its body tense and alert. He followed its gaze and froze at what he saw.

There were more than half-a-dozen large gryphons lining the edge of the nest, some still perched on the wall, and all staring at him intently. He saw black ones, brown ones, a few silvery-grey ones, a single albino one that was smaller than the rest, and one massive grizzled alpha with sharp black eyes that glared at him unblinkingly. He thought for sure they were going to eat him, but Fishbreath simply looked at them and chirruped as if to say: "Hello! Look what I found! Now we can all play with him!"

He glanced back at Fishbreath and met the creature's excited golden stare. It nuzzled him playfully to show they meant him no harm and turned away from the group, raising its ass and bending low against the floor, urging him to do the same. He looked back at the flock of gryphons and noticed their fat sheaths, the tips of their cocks peeking out and growing quite rapidly before him. They were all male.

Razkiel smiled. It was going to be a long night.