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The following series is a Sequel to Punished by the Gryphons

Table of contents: Part 3 (Lustful Dragon, Naughty Gryphon)<--- Part 4 (You are here)

_Y ou do NOT need to read Punished by the Gryphons _ in order to follow the feisty events happening in this series. Why do I say this, you might wonder? Well, if you were one of the curious folks that took a look at the link provided above, the prequel to this series is not exactly kind on our protagonist. Makaidos goes through quite the rough treatment at the claws of his gryphon companion, Rayik. After a gruesome trial, he is left in the caring talons of Trys, a kind female that is quite intrigued by a dragon's anatomy.

In this installment of the series, Makaidos is overcome with jealousy when he finds Rayik knot deep into his favorite female. Claws are drawn and feathers are ruffled. When Rayik suggests a nearby visit to the hot springs, Makaidos takes that opportunity to prove his skill. Aroused by the heated waters, he breeds Trys just before a flying patrol threatens to upset the balance. Rayik recklessly flies to engage the pair, forcing Makaidos to take stance against his own kin.

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He didn't know when and how he fell asleep. The soft coos of the two gryphons mixed in a very pleasant tune, just like the soft clacks of their beaks.

Makaidos opened his eyes. Something scratched the wood, providing a strong clue where the two birds rested. He rolled on his belly and turned around to Rayik's trembling wing. He flapped it sporadically, trying to maintain his balance as he slouched over a chirping Trys. She grabbed and nuzzled around his beak, chirping every time Rayik pressed himself further inside.

"He's awake."

Makaidos would have turned away from her gaze if Rayik didn't happen to look at the same time. The two gryphons were huddled into each other. Rayik stood above, pecking and preening the smaller feathers decorating Trys' nekc.

"This fits you, dragon. Sleeping during the whole courting phase and waking up just to see us breeding."

"How...how long-" Makaidos started before Rayik's wing spread into his eyes.

"Apologies," he folded it back. "It must have been a while since we tasted each other."

Trys cooed softly. "His cock should lose strength at any moment."

"That's not true!" Rayik grabbed one of her ears, forcing a squeak out of the female's beak.

Her sharp cry sent a surge through Makaidos' scales. He stepped forward, lips pulled above his snowy fangs. "Don't do that."

"It's just a soft bite," Rayik licked the soaked tuft a few times. "I won't hurt my mate."

"Maybe not willingly. Your cock is a bit of a pest," Trys said as she shifted uncomfortably under the male's girth.

Rayik had his forepaws on either side, talons raking against the ground for support. His whole frame seemed unsteady.

Makaidos knew why when his tail swished to the side. His balls blocked Trys' entrance while his tailhole clenched and spasmed. He really was breeding her. Makaidos crouched, stretching his neck to sniff around.

"Careful with that snout, dragon," came Rayik's protesting shriek.

Trys looked behind. "He's big. Hard to adjust."

Makaidos sniffed around their tie. Rayik's musk was overpowering, even more intense than the female's heated scent. He rolled his tongue forth, feeling the pulsations surge through Rayik's muscles. The male shifted on his paws, pushing his tight orbs harder against the female's slit.

"Rawwk awk skrawk! That felt good, dragon. Lick me again."

Makaidos did just that, though it wasn't his cock he sought. He brushed around Trys' overly stretched lips, each time failing to get a taste of her nectar. Rayik's cock plugged her good, hard and thick as it was.

"No more tongue?" Rayik clacked his beak, obviously disappointed.

"Get off her," Makaidos snarled.

Both gryphons stared at him. He didn't know where that spite came from. It was sudden, just like a spurt of seed during the peak of his orgasm.

"We haven't finished yet."

"I don't care," Makaidos grabbed Rayik's wing and pulled.

He pecked his snout, drawing blood from a nostril. Makaidos stumbled back, growling between clenched teeth.

"What manner of lust slithered inside your scales?" Rayik said, shivering with disbelief.

"It's a male thing," Trys protested. "Makaidos, we can't separate even if we try. Your impatience will not quicken anything but spite."

Makaidos retreated further backwards. She was right. This anger came out of nowhere. It was unjustified and wrong.

Was it? The more he looked upon the coupling couple, the more reasons he found to dislike Rayik. He hated how his scrawny form hunched over Trys' graceful proportions. Hated how his muddy feathers eclipsed her sapphire coat. And most of all, hated how his short, poorly curved beak nipped and plucked the feathers around her ears. Trys' cries just begged him to intervene, and Makaidos could not stand idle while that unworthy wretch spilled his vile seed inside her.

"Get. Off Her!"

Rayik cowered at the upcoming roar. He fell on his side, kicking his paws and flapping his wings in a futile attempt to push himself up. Makaidos rushed forward. He pushed a heavy fore paw on the gryphon's frail chest and pressed his glistening teeth until they met the tip of his beak.

"Push yourself out."

Rayik tilted his head and looked this way and that.

"Now!" Makaidos hissed.

"I can't. I just can't," he stuttered. "It will hurt her more than you can imagine."

"Makaidos, please-"

He ignored the gryphess pleas. Rayik stood before him, not her. And he was scared. His eyes widened like a hatchling's before a storm, and his ears lay flat against his skull.

"Do it."

"It's not possible. Pl-please," the gryphon's beak clattered with sheer panic.

"Make it so."

"I can't. I just-"

Makaidos drew his claws along his chest hard enough to draw blood. Rayik shrieked and flapped his wing, retaliating with outstretched talons and quick pecks.

He was nothing compared to a dragon. Makaidos shielded his eyes and shoved his head into the ground. Rayik squeaked, then choked when the same huge paw wrapped around his scrawny neck.

"What are you doing? You're hurting him for nothing!" Trys shrilled in distress.

Her feeble strikes were unimportant. Makaidos focused on his prey. He coiled his tail around his legs and grabbed both forepaws inside his maw, effectively restraining him.

"Makaidos..." Rayik choked on his fear. "I...why?" he blinked. "What have I done to earn this?"

He pressed the gryphon's spindly legs between his teeth until he tasted blood upon his tongue, then spat them out.

"You know."

"I don-don't. I really...really don't."

It was satisfying to see him shiver and cower like the helpless wretch he was. Makaidos licked along his beak, delighting in the untamed surges that went through its trembling frame. When he reached the tip, he grabbed it between his teeth. Rayik was petrified. He closed his eyes, allowing the dragon to graze and do whatever he wanted.

A wet plop followed.

"He's out. Please, stop this madness!"

A series of blows assaulted his side. Makaidos shoved the pest away.

It returned quicker than he intended, lashing out with sharp, ruthless talons that pierced right through his membrane. Makaidos turned and swiped her to the side. Trys skidded and rolled on the ground, shrieking and kicking.

Makaidos couldn't believe what he did. He placed his paw back and looked back at Rayik. A wing was draped over his head, with two forepaws crossed under it. He was trembling hard, whimpering between the restless clacks of his beak.

Makaidos slowly backed into a corner.

"I...I don't...I-" he shook his head several times before clamping his maw shut. Words were useless. They couldn't take back what he did, nor the wounds he caused.

"I'm sorry..." he whimpered weakly as he coiled around himself in a whining pile of misery. Regret was harder to bear than physical pain. Makaidos pushed his head under a paw, trying to wash away the lingering taste of blood from his tongue.

He remained like that, trying to make sense of his unexpected aversion. For that, he went back all the way to the life spent under the Spire's servitude. Rayik was always above him. He picked the tasks, organized the labor, and chose how to approach each mission. His domination extended even beyond that. Makaidos always had to warm him under his wing during the unusually cold nights, not because he liked his feathery companion, but because Rayik demanded. He was infuriating, and shrewd, always preying on the weakness of others. His insults and cheap shots kept Makaidos in line all the way into the gryphon aviary, where Rayik's brethren took over. Makaidos endured the trials, bit back the lingering distaste, and concealed it under a blanket of affection.

Affection he developed during the time spent with Trys. He tasted her, rubbed heads and shared warmth, and even mated her. This intimate bond affected far more than his outlook on Trys. It spread to everyone related to her, including Rayik. That was no unjust anger. Makaidos had legitimate reason to challenge the strength of a male who bred his female right in front of his eyes.

And he didn't see it until now.

Makaidos removed his paw and blinked. The two gryphons cuddled into each other. They lifted wings in turn, checking for injuries. Trys smeared herbs and salve over Rayik's chest while he cooed and rubbed against her chest. Smug bastard.

"They're not deep," Makaidos growled softly.

The gryphons tensed with apprehension.

"The wounds. I was careful enough to avoid...you know."

"I don't," Trys threw him a sharp glance. "There is nothing that can explain such a violent reaction. You could have hurt me. You could have killed Rayik! Inside my own den!"

"You said it yourself, Trys. It's a male thing," Makaidos hissed. "Next time, you should pick your mates more carefully."

The gryphess clacked her beak and ran her claws along the ground. "Perhaps I will. Dragons do make lousy companions."

"Don't say that," Rayik intervened.

"Not another word," Trys poked his chest.

Rayik shoved her foreleg away. "I will speak for as long as I please."

"He almost-"

"But he didn't," Rayik interrupted. "Could you blame him for getting defensive? I would have clawed the feathers off the unlucky males that spill their seed right in front of me."

"I couldn't stop myself," Makaidos said. "I just had to."

"It's a male thing," Rayik agreed. "Do not intrude in what you don't understand, Trys."

"Killing each other over me is outrageous."

"So is the heat that drives us to harm each other in competition, but we do not complain nor argue against what we cannot control."

Trys placed more salve upon the wounds and kept her beak shut.

"Stop that."

"Why?"

"Because it's useless," Rayik stood up. "I have a better solution in mind. One that will soothe both our tempers and mend any lingering wounds."

"Please tell me, enlightened one," Trys taunted.

"The hot springs," Rayik walked around, talons clicking on the hard wood below his paws. "The hot water will melt away our worries and turn thoughts to something far more satisfying."

"You are devious as they say," Trys joined him.

Both gryphons looked towards Makaidos.

"What do you think?"

He bowed his head in both shame and respect. "Where you go, I'll follow."

His wings soared above the canopy of the forest, leading the trio towards the distant mountains rising in the east. The sun matured into a ruddy color by the time they reached the hot springs. Rayik dove first, quickly followed by Trys.

Makaidos lingered in the air for a bit. He liked how the sun descended behind the mountains, half of its blazing form shielded by the tall peaks. It was strange, how something as mighty and important had to fall down in order to rise.

Makaidos shook his head. Now it wasn't the proper time to become melancholic. He pulled into a steep dive, joining his companions on the bank of a steamy lake. It smelled a bit strange, yet the heated air was a delight after so much time spent in the cold sky. Rayik leaped, splashing droplets all around the stony bank.

"It's just hot enough to stir the senses," he declared with a few flaps of his soaked wings.

Trys quickly followed with the same shrilling enthusiasm, summoning a storm of pelting pebbles and water droplets as she dropped into the water.

Makaidos tested the water first. He pushed a paw inside and sighed his disappointment. "Is this what you featherheads call warm? There's barely any fire in this puddle."

Rayik slapped a forepaw down. "If you want fire, I can lead you to a volcano. See how your scales fancy the molten lava."

"Better than you will, for sure," Makaidos walked inside. The warm fluid rushed all around his bulk like a comforting blanket. He rumbled happily, spreading his aching wings to the sides.

The gryphons swam away from him, shoving with paws, wings, and swishing tails.

"Complain all you want, dragon. That look on your face tells me more than any of your growls."

"What does it say?" Makaidos curled his toes with delight. The heated water stimulated his wings in delightful ways, but it proved downright arousing to his sensitive balls. His sack and tailhole loosened, welcoming the fluid's gentle touch.

"That you like it, plain and simple."

"Heat and wet go well together," Trys slapped her wings, wetting both of the males.

That prompted the start of a scuffle. Makaidos used his powerful legs to shove the water forward while his claws anchored him to the rocky bed. The gryphons were not that lucky. Their talons were not broad enough to hold water, and their feline legs too small to keep proper balance. For that, they allied themselves against Makaidos. It was cheating, plain and simple, but Makaidos endured and waited until fatigue claimed them both.

They retreated towards the shallows, keeping their necks above the water's surface as they piled into each other. Makaidos remained by himself. He favored the deeper parts, paddling around until his slit itched from the water's warm caress.

"You are getting hard, aren't you?"

Makaidos slapped his tail in Rayik's direction, saying nothing to give away his predicament.

"Proves me right. I'd guess you are almost halfway out."

Still silence.

"You are tethering on the edge, aren't you? Such heated treatment must be quite exotic for that broad slit of yours. I wonder how hard it throbs, given that your cock is fully out of-"

"A quarter," Makaidos begrudgingly admitted. "I'm barely aroused. What about you, featherhead?"

"Safely tucked inside," Rayik said proudly. "It takes more than a trickle of warm water to get my feathers ruffled."

"Silly males," Trys rumbled as swirled a talon through the water's surface. "This isn't about who grows harder."

Both males disagreed with growls and shrieks.

"Very well. If that is how you want to play, I will make this more exciting for the both of you," Trys went out on the bank and shook the water off her feathery hide. "I will remain here and watch, while you fine males will circle each other until you spill your seed. Whoever resists the trials of the lake will earn passage inside me."

Makaidos licked his snout at the sight of her dripping blossom. "I accept the rules."

"And I concur. I will show this rowdy beast that dragons have no place inside a gryphon."

Makaidos roared out his challenge and started the trial of lust. He chose broad loops around the lake to diminish the sharp turns. The water always rubbed harder during those, quickening the pleasure.

Rayik fared quite well. He kept his beak shut much longer than Makaidos expected. Unfortunately for him, gryphons were notoriously sensitive. It didn't take long at all until his beak released more than air. With a series of sharp cries, Rayik coiled around himself and filled the warm water with his seed. Makaidos found it quite arousing how he pushed a forepaw under his jerking tail. As if that did any good to stop his essence from leaking out.

"Bloody dragon," the gryphon shrieked angrily. "How did you last so long?"

"Through great skill," Makaidos smiled and buried the tips of his claws inside his palms when Rayik didn't look.

Skill had nothing to do with it. Pain kept him distracted, yet even its unfaltering control didn't last forever. Makaidos was just on the edge of precipice. His loose tailhole clenched hard, pushing out the water while his cock bathed in with every throb. Makaidos surged towards the bank, clenching himself hard in the process. He couldn't spill. Not here. Not like this.

He broke through with a wide leap. Water fell down his sides and wings, descending along his fully grown member. Gooey spurts shot into the ground every time it rammed against the dragon's soaked belly.

Trys turned around, eager to show her affection. Makaidos held her in place instead, grabbing the back of her neck while a long growl reverberated through his throat.

"How close are you?" she asked as she tried to grab and preen around his snout.

Makaidos couldn't answer that without relinquishing his control over the humongous pressure welling inside him. He poked all around her tail, smearing her fur with thick streams of precum. Trys lifted her shivering tail, beak clacking with lust. The streams shot against her folds, parting them with long, heated jets.

Makaidos followed along until he pierced her swollen lips, then roared out his unbridled bliss. Seed rushed through his hardening member in an instant, threatening to burst out. Makaidos barely managed to push his spaded tip inside before he exploded inside fleshy walls. Thick rivulets filled her. Trys tightened hard, welcoming the fertile stream. Makaidos licked and nibbled along her neck and ears, shivering in the throes of ecstasy. She felt so hot. So tight! A melting moan escaped him when he pushed further inside. Claws dug between the pebbles, adding weight to the dragon's thrust. Makaidos filled her to the brim, spreading her tight folds as far as he could.

Trys cried her own pleasure, breaking under the hot streams of fresh dragon seed. She dug her claws into the pebbles and pushed herself back, taking in the entirety of Makaidos' throbbing cock.

The dragon loved her tight, spasming folds. He shivered and moaned inside her, rubbing his cock back and forth inside her silky embrace. Trys milked him hard and fast. Sharp rivulets of her liquid lust spilled forth, surrounding the invading cock in a thick curtain of oppressive heat.

Makaidos shoved himself forth with all his might. Trys hasn't expected that. The shock caused her to tighten hard and explode with a hot stream of drenching fluids. Makaidos too spurted a long stream, flooding her fertile womb. His balls slammed her squelching lips, emptying themselves down to the last drop. He pulled out once he finished, licking her neck with an adoring swipe of his tongue.

"That felt so good," Trys cooed happily. "Dragons have much stronger spurts than gryphons."

Makaidos lapped at her seed drenched pussy. He managed four licks before he pulled back with a hungry growl.

"Your grip does that to me."

Trys swished her tail to the side. "Test it then. See how deep you can get that lovely tongue of yours."

Makaidos managed to reach halfway in before her sanctuary became too tight to accommodate. Trys loved that. She surrendered herself yet again, feeding her nectar to the dragon's hungry tongue. Makaidos slurped her offering, looking at Rayik between hearty gulps.

He nestled a short distance away, pretending to preen a wing. Makaidos felt his eyes upon him before. Rayik was definitely irritated at seeing his presumed mate taken by another male. And a dragon nonetheless.

Makaidos returned to his cleaning duties. He couldn't allow past memories to spoil the present, especially when it was so sweet and alluring. He licked the gryphhess' folds clean, then snuggled with her, pushing her smaller form tight against his belly. They remained like that until the sound of flapping wings disturbed the calming silence of the bubbling water.

"Gryphons?" Makaidos asked.

"We're not quite as loud," Trys coiled her tail around herself.

Makaidos tensed with apprehension. He looked around the sky, eyes fixing on two shapes that were too large to be gryphons.

"Spire Seekers," he hissed with urgency. "Inside the lake, quick!"

The gryphons leaped inside the water, where the steam concealed them from the sharp eyes of the two fliers passing overhead.

"I can barely see them," Makaidos hissed.

"Then we should fly and greet them," Rayik leaped towards the bank without any reasonable thought or plan in his mind.

"Rayik!"

He took off with hard flaps of his wings. Makaidos gritted his teeth. There was no telling what Rayik would do, irritated as he was now.

"Stay here," he growled at Trys as he made his way towards the bank.

"I can help."

"Yes, by staying here," Makaidos pushed her back with a forepaw. "Please do as I say."

Trys dipped her head as the dragon took to the skies.

Cold winds whipped his heated wings. The rakes inflicted by Trys stung with wild throbs, making each flap an agonizing experience. Makaidos bit back the pain. He had more important things to worry about, namely the two scouts he saw earlier. They turned around, coming on each of Rayik's sides.

"Get back, you fool."

A sharp screech resonated through the sky. Rayik version of greeting was decisively more aggressive than anyone expected. He launched himself at the wyvern in a frenzy of talons and wings, screeching and shrilling.

Makaidos' heart skipped a beat. He attacked them. He attacked the Spire! And not only that. The wyvern he engaged was bigger and deadlier, discounting the rider strapped on its back. He readied something and pointed it towards the gryphon. An explosion of flames followed. Rayik swerved out of the way, crashing into the dragon that came from behind.

Stupid gryphon. He was going to get himself killed. Makaidos snarled fiercely. He never had to make such a hard choice in his entire life. Allow his companion to perish at the claws of a dragon, or kill his own kin to save a gryphon?

With a loud roar, Makaidos slammed his wings as hard as he could and surged towards the scouts. He stretched his neck, engulfing the wyvern in a bath of cascading flames. The beast shrieked and plummeted to the ground along with the hulk of meat screaming from its back.

"Kill it!" Rayik thrashed inside his captor's grip.

Makaidos fixed his eyes on the black dragon. Its amber eyes stared directly into him, confused and undecided. The rider yelled a string of words, and his dragon growled. Its paws tightened around Rayik, pressing him inside a vice grip.

Makaidos forfeited talk and negotiations. He pushed himself above the distracted dragon, extending a single forepaw as far as he managed. His claws dug into the rider's neck. Gurgles escaped from the feline's throat as gushing blood warmed his flexing claws. Makaidos pulled the rider's broken body from the saddle with a sickening crunch and sent it crashing on the rocks below.

Its dragon roared with spite. Makaidos sunk his fangs into its tail. The rush of debilitating pain distracted it long enough to allow Rayik to break free. The gryphon pecked and clawed around the eyes, blinding the dragon with a series of terse blows.

Makaidos unlatched his dripping fangs. He ignored the blood of his kin and blocked its wailing cries. He knew that if a single ounce of weakness slithered under his scales, his strength would waver and the opponent would get an edge over him. To protect his friend, Makaidos had to fight. He had to be ruthless.

So he twisted around, grabbing a wing inside a forepaw. He twisted hard until the bone snapped, then banked away when the dragon retaliated with a swift bite. Makaidos sailed around its neck. With Rayik working on the other wing, he had a clear shot at the dragon's sensitive throat. Makaidos waited for a sign of distraction, then dived. He grabbed his prey with all his limbs, sinking his claws past the scales. The dragon raked and trashed. He grabbed onto Makaidos' shoulder, leaving himself exposed. Makaidos snaked his head forth. He bit right under the dragon's jaw and twisted hard. A harsh crunch was all it took. The limp dragon plummeted towards the ground, crashing with a sickening thud.

Makaidos snapped at the air and shook his head off the overwhelming scent of fresh blood.

"You did well," Rayik sailed at his side. "A fight like that would have killed three gryphons."

"Are you hurt?" Makaidos asked curtly.

"Just a few scratches. I'm nowhere near as bad as our friends down there."

Makaidos chuffed. No matter how often he licked his snout, blood always found its way into his nostrils. "You were stupid and reckless to engage them."

"I had to!" Rayik protested. "They would have found the aviary and searched through every nook and hollow for us."

"What If they didn't?"

"A whole colony is slightly more noticeable than three bathing figures, dragon."

"I had to kill, Rayik," Makaidos turned his head towards him, hissing. "Had to kill one of my own to save your reckless hide."

"And I am most grateful for your assistance."

"Don't be. Come nightfall, and your forest will be swarming with SkyTalons."

"Are'lans are quick, but never shrewd. Sky patrols die all the time, and you know it. If it wasn't us, it would have been another pair of angry dragons."

Makaidos flapped away. He expected more wits from Rayik. He expected a lot more.

Nightfall did come, as anticipated, and the walkways lightened with the flames and shrieks of gryphons. They played with each other or simply walked around, enjoying the end of yet another day. Makaidos watched them all from his perch. He hoped Rayik was right. Even simple missions were dangerous. Perhaps the Spire would turn a blind eye.

With that thought in mind, Makaidos found a measure of peace to fall asleep. He couldn't keep his eyes closed for long though. The black dragon's cries kept echoing in his ears. He was probably a juvenile, barely tested by the outside world. Makaidos pushed back his rising regret. He killed before, yet every time he took a life, a small piece of him shriveled and fell like dry, sickly scales.

The rise of the sun was no cause for celebration either. Instead of a new day, it announced imminent trouble. Dragon riders speared between the trees, chasing and inquiring the gryphons about a certain pair of outcasts.

Makaidos and Rayik had no choice but to reveal themselves when the chasers started getting aggressive with the local gryphons. They flew surrounded by a dragon retinue, flapping away from the warm home they knew and treasured.

Makaidos' mind was blank. Everything happened so fast. He didn't know what to think or how to escape this predicament even when the fertile plains gave way to the scorching heat of the Al'Aryi desert. The SkyTalons led the two around the verdant oasis surrounding the city. Makaidos knew where they were headed. He heard about Are'lan's prisons. He just didn't know what to think of them until his own paws treaded upon the smooth blackstone of one of the circular platforms. It was located high above the ground, where the sun and heat endlessly bit into the hide of any unlucky being that found themselves exposed at such heights. Many thought they could resist. Many hoped so. But the promise of freedom was false and deceitful, just like the mirages swirling in the distance. Nobody could walk or fly away from these platforms.

And when their wits shriveled and their minds shattered by the inability to escape, the prisoners would beg for relief. They would embrace justice and pay the price for their actions in any way the Spire saw fit.