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"Urrrr." Melvar moaned to himself as he stirred himself awake from his slumber. He could feel the sun on his dark feathers, warming him despite the cool breeze that tickled at his wing tip.

As he rolled his neck, he slowly opened his violet eyes, blinking away the sludge that blurred his vision. He was in a place he didn't recognize in the slightest. No buildings, no aircraft, no explosions of fire or bolt anywhere. Instead, he was surrounded on all sides by thick yellow leafy vegetation and warm colored flowers; it was like the underbrush of a thick jungle, except there were no trees nearby to indicate he was in a forest of any kind. He got to his talons and hooves to get a look at his surroundings, and even then the ferns still came up to his chest and in some areas up over his haunches.

Something felt off. The skies were clear and the air felt thin to him. All he could see in any direction was an endless plain of tropical ferns, with scattered knots of thick-leafed trees and ponds in their shade. There were a few furred beasts roaming in herds to the south, and a few larger thick-skinned monsters to the northwest, but other than that he saw nothing resembling active life. Far off in the distance to the north, he could make out a mountain range stabbing at the horizon - one peak particularly higher than the others - with another range to the southwest. Absolutely nothing of note.

He shook his thick plumage free of the dust and dirt that had clung to it before deciding where he was going to go and what he was going to do. He was quite hungry and tired from the jump to this world, so he didn't have the energy to fly just yet; instead he needed to get walking. Northwest seemed right; the mountain ranges were both funneling him that way and his powerful eyes saw absolutely nothing to the southeast but more of these odd tropical plains.

Like every other jump before this one, Melvar needed to situate himself before taking any significant action, but he needed energy to do that, so it was time to hike. Nothing better to do until he had some meat in his belly.

The utter lack of any distinguishing features of this world frustrated Melvar. His many years of jumping world to world had him disgruntled and easily perturbed, and he hated not knowing what to do or where to go. Without any direction, he had no way of telling if he was heading toward civilization - or for that matter if there was any civilization to speak of - and that also frustrated him.

There was a gentle buzzing sound meandering around his head for a moment followed by a sharp stinging sensation on the nape of his neck. He let out a low growl as he slapped at the bug that had stung him, wiping the remaining guts from his feathers. "Bah. Stupid bugs."

Before he took another step, he felt a sort of tingling, buzzing sensation engulfing his front talon. He looked down to see a mass of bluey-black bugs swarming him and making their way up his skin to his fur. If they got to his fur or feathers, they could disappear into the fluffy mass and never come out. He patted at them and brushed every last insect off before hissing out an angered "Stupid bugsss."

He stomped his hoof and kicked away, leaping over the brush to flap a few times, allowing him to glide a few meters before landing. Now that he was away from the infestation of insects on his limb, he looked around again to see if any of the roaming beasts noticed him or were scattering. Luckily, they were not. He didn't want to have to waste energy flying after them - or away from them in the off chance they decided to rush at him.

Stupid animals.

There was a sudden snapping sound behind him, forcing him to spin around, wings flared out, to see what it was. Nothing. No animals, no scent of a rodent chomping at sticks or ferns. Nothing. He must have been hearing things. The thin air must have been giving him hallucinations.

Another snap, followed by a dozen or so more, all near him but around him from different directions and increasingly loud, but nothing seemed to be making the sound. It wasn't until he felt an incredible pain in his shoulder that he realized that there was a bug clinging to him, making the sounds.

With an angered howl, he curled his beak around and bit at the fleshy bug until it came free of him, tossing it aside. This was the last straw, he needed to get away from these bugs!

Another hop up into the air, and he found his wings propelled him into the sky with relative ease. He felt lighter and stronger, his wings easily buoying him on the thick thermals that billowed up off the yellow ferns. Before long, he was soaring high in the air, looking down at the plains that spread out far and wide beneath him. It wasn't hard to see the dozens of herds that were milling about in the area. There was the herd of beasts that he'd been idly following since waking, then there was a herd of feral horses a bit farther than that.

Horses. Now that's a species he liked to see. He was unsure if there were any horses in this world, and now that he could see a few dozen of them in the open fern-plains, he had a good idea of what he wanted to do. He was hungry, but a jump always made him a little devious and he had other desires that needed satisfaction.

He angled the tips of his wings and fell into a dive, wind whipping over the feathers of his face as he tweaked and twitched parts of his anatomy to perfectly aim near the edge of the herd, where a single young unicorn mare was grazing. She had a vibrant red coat with a blue mane and tail, speckled black rump standing out from the rest of her. Perfect, a target. Once he landed, he immediately ducked down into the ferns so that none of the horses could directly see him. None seemed to care that he was there.

It was quite odd to see that not a single one of the equines flinched or got startled at the sight of a hippogryph landing near them. Most placed he visited, the wildlife was skittish and scared of anything they didn't recognize as part of their herd. Instead, they acted like Melvar was welcome, or at least not a threat. Another pecularity of this world that made him feel a little uneasy.

Still, the young mare that was idly grazing at some of the ferns nearby, mostly oblivious to his presence. She looked up from her meal a moment to look toward him, but she went back to grazing as soon as she registered his presence.

Curious, Melvar stood up straight to walk his way toward the mare, throwing caution to the wind. He was testing her, seeing just how close he could get before she darted off. Closer in he got, until he was only a few meters away, and she didn't even bother looking up from her food. Clearly, she was used to creatures like him around; perhaps a gryphon or cockatrice was known around these parts. Not unheard of, but uncommon.

A devious grin plucked at the corners of his beak as he took the final steps towards the unicorn mare. She flicked her tail to bat some bugs off her haunches, and as she did that she gave Melvar a good look at her backside thanks to his keen vision. She was clearly younger than the others, but still a mature mare, with pouty, moist lips and a pert little pucker. He wasn't ashamed of his desire to mount this mare, he had needs, and she clearly had what it took to 'host' his member.

He leaned into her, rubbing his beak at her haunches, nibbling gently to get her to lift her tail. She looked back over her shoulder at him before lowering her head again without eating any of the ferns, tail held high to expose her soft flesh between her haunches. Couldn't possibly be a more clear invitation.

His beak rubbed gently against her folds, the crest of it parting her lips and getting smeared with her fluids, urging him to take in a deep, long breath to sample her scents. She had a sweetness about her, but also an acrid bitterness to counterbalance it; exactly as a mare should. He gave her a slow, loving lick up between her folds and felt a thin membrane blocking him from pushing in deeper. This mare was a virgin!

Instantly, he felt his member throb and unfold from his sheathe, drooping low between his legs. Virgin mares were his favorite, he felt a sense of pride breaking one in and teaching them the joys of mating with a hippogryph!

She hopped forward a bit, startled at the attention she was getting, but she kept her tail held high and pulled to the side, lips throbbing and forcing a bit of creamy white fluid off her fleshy clit to splatter on the bare patch below where she'd been grazing.

Melvar licked his beak and leaned inward again, rubbing his beak between her thighs to smear that fluid all over himself, his cock growing increasingly firm with each passing second and every gentle rub of her flesh on his face. He couldn't hold back long at all, and the moment he got a taste of the bittersweet arousal that was dribbling over his beak, he flared his wings out and hopped up onto her, pressing his weight down on her flank. He was bigger than she was by half, but he was lighter than a stallion, so she had no problem remaining sturdy for him.

The mare spread her hind legs and pushed back into him, her head kept held downwards in a show of submission. Her flesh was moist and tender, lips peeling outward as her clitoris throbbed and folded outwards, each pulsation bringing another thick strand of sticky fem-cum to splatter on the hippogryph's fully erect member.

He flexed his muscles and extended his cock upwards as he arched his back in a thrust, prodding and poking at her muscled thighs until he found his mark, the spongy tip of it slapping at her now-soaking lips. He felt a burst of precum explode from his length to paint her flesh with a slick goo, followed by a single powerful thrust. There was a physical popping sensation as he burst through her virginity, followed by a warm trickling of fluid dribbling down the underside of his member between her lips and his sheathe.

She clenched tight around him and kicked off against the soft dirt, trying to get away from the stabbing pain in her loins, but Melvar gripped at her sides with his claws, keeping her in place; he found he was far stronger than she was, even relative to size. No blood, he didn't mean to puncture her, but that and the beak that was grabbing her mane still kept her from trying to dart away again.

The warmth of her depths massaged his length, squeezing around the middle to suck on the inflating tip, forcing it into her open womb. He could feel her tighten as his flare exploded, forcing a series of creamy eruptions into her. It was clear she was still in distress, as her thigh muscles were flexing as though she was trying to pull or kick herself away, but he kept a tight grip on her sides and mane until he'd finished inside her.

After he was sure his seed had been spent, he relaxed his talons and let her go. His cock softened and slipped from her depths, cum drooling out the tip and forming a bridge from her lips to his flare as it swung between his legs.

She immediately kicked away from him, tail high, to get away from the hippogryph. When she finally relaxed a few meters away, she winked her lips and forced as much of seed from her womb as she could before trotting away and back towards the rest of the herd, hiding in the mass of powerful equine bodies.

Melvar, content as his release, decided it was just about time to get something to eat when he heard a piercing cry from the skies. He looked up to see a black and white gryphon gliding a spiral around above the plains, staring down at him.

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Ceylon was happily lounging atop a clifftop plateau on a gentle afternoon, overlooking the great Untherian Plains when she saw a blinding flash over the horizon followed by the silhouette of a winged creature tumbling to the ground from the source of the explosion of light.

"Now that's interesting." She muttered to herself as she watched the winged creature fall to the ground. There was an obligation of hers to investigate this anomaly - she was a protector of these lands, after all - but she just didn't feel in the mood to go on a random trip south just to watch some unfortunate beast writhe and die thanks to the impact of landing from so high up. The Ervalese Felines and other scavengers would make quick use of the meat, and all would be well.

There was a lot of distance between where Ceylon was perched atop the mountain and the fallen beast, but she was able to focus her gaze to get a better look despite the gap between them. If it moved, she'd have to look into it, but if not, she'd leave it be and go about her day, basking in the sun alone.

After concentrating on the fallen beast for the better part of an hour, only occasionally looking away to preoccupy herself, she saw movement! Whatever this creature was, it was on all fours and stumbling around, but it was up and alive! This would definitely require a bit more attention than she was initially expecting to spend on it. What creature could possibly fall from that height without using their wings, only to land that hard and still survive? Must have been strong, must have been using magic.

"Well that's unfortunate." she said to herself before hopping off the side of the cliff to glide along the mountain sides. She didn't want to get too close to this beast, but she did want to get a better vantage point, so she spread her wings and gently flew around and between the mountain summits, keeping close to the range without exposing herself over the plains. She wanted to stay high so she could keep a proper and adequate vantage point, but she still wasn't ready to just fly her way down to the vast expanse of the plains just to apprehend a potentially hostile foreigner.

Instead, she found another perch and simply watched. Watched as they trotted along, watched as they appeared to get frustrated at some bugs, and finally watched as they took to the skies.

As soon as this beast spread their wings, Ceylon tensed up, expecting that she may have been seen, and that there was a chance this powerful beast was coming for her. It wasn't, and was instead just happily meandering around, slowly getting close to the northern mountain range she was on, giving her a better idea of what they looked like.

This beast was a hippogryph drake of dark feathers and fur, bigger than her but not much bigger, and based on the flight patterns and the ease of which he'd launched himself from the ground, clearly a strong one. He seemed almost weightless compared to most of his kin, which intrigued the curious gryphoness.

Eventually, he started circling around a herd of equines comprised of pegasi, horses, and unicorns all congregating at once - the same herd Ceylon had enjoyed her fair share of fun with - only to strike down at one of the mares that was straggling off to the side.

Ceylon got to her feet and glared down at the open plains, her protective instinct kicking in to defend these equines she'd come to be affectionate towards. She expected this hippogryph to eat the unicorn mare he'd singled out - as hippogryphs and gryphons both are wont to do - but instead he seemed hesitant. No strike, no attack, just a cautious, curious approach with his side to her.

"Well, that's not what I expected." the gryphon cooed to herself, shocked to see the hippogryph bury his beak under the unicorn's tail. Ceylon had conditioned these equines to be amicable to her presence, so it wasn't surprising at all to see that this mare let this strange hybrid near her that was so eagerly prodding at her loins.

There was a feeling of worry deep in her chest, worried that this hippogryph could change his demeanor at any time and tear the throat from the mare at any time, but her fears were alleviated when he mounted, thrusting up into her. The mood changed when the mare tried to get away, only to have him dig his talons into her and bite at her neck, forcing her in place to please him.

And that was enough to get her to spring into action. Nobody hurt her herd without paying for it.

She sprung out off the plateau and quickly angled her wings to dash downwards, the face of the mountain zipping past below her as she did her best to get as much momentum as she could. Her eyes were focused on the area by the herd where the hippogryph was aggressively mating with one of the mares, and by the time she reached them, it was just the hippogryph alone, the unicorn having disappeared into the herd.

Interesting. He let her go.

Ceylon was a protector of this herd, this land, this entire continent. It was her job to make sure they were happy and safe, and this aggressive hippogryph needed to be taught the law of the land.

She slowly circled in the air above him, keeping one of her intense blue eyes on him to focus her empathetic telepathy. She wanted to read this creature's mind, uncover his motives, learn as much about him as she could before she swept in and dealt with him in whichever way was required. She got a few snippets of him, his personality, his origins, and his intentions, and they scared her.

This hippogryph wasn't of this world. He hailed from nowhere in all of Dalon that she was familiar with, and he had images floating through his head of steel birds and concrete buildings high in the sky. She caught hints of violent aggression in his past, as well as an evil, demonic soul to him. He was a dangerous hippogryph, and while he was simply lost and appeared to have no ill intentions towards Ceylon or the world she protected, he certainly had the potential to be dangerous.

She tried prying a little deeper, see if she could learn a thing or two about his abilities and Ademagi skills, but as soon as he looked up at her and caught her prodding at his mind, she was immediately blocked out and couldn't see beyond his steely lilac eyes.

He began reacting violently to her telepathic inquiries, shaking his head and flaring his wings out as his hooves and talons scraped at the ground and forced the ferns from their roots. He was angry, and he was getting violent.

"Get out of my head!" The hippogryph roared at Ceylon before kicking off the ground to come up at her with blinding speed, far stronger than any normal hippogryph or horse.

There wasn't enough time to contemplate the fact that he was speaking in the common tongue before he hit her in midair, forcing the two to tumble around, wings flared and talons gnashing at one another. Ceylon kicked and bit and clawed at the hippogryph before eventually pushing him off her, the two of them landing opposite one another with the herd of equines galloping away.

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There was a long drawn out pause as the two stared each other down. "You speak the common tongue." Ceylon mused, widening her stance to prepare for another attack.

"You speak English." Melvar retorted, also widening his stance. His deep purple eyes were growing darker and closer to red as he glared at her.

Ceylon was confused, and had never heard of 'English', but could tell it was a language similar to what she spoke. Still, something seemed wrong about this whole situation, and she needed more information. Unfortunately, she would certainly not be getting any answers from this hippogryph, so she focused her mind on prodding into his, only to feel his blocks stopping her from getting any more but the most rudimentary information. She knew his name was Melvar, and that he didn't like having anyone reading his mind, but that was all she got before he lashed out at her.

Melvar dove at Ceylon, his powerful equine haunches pushing him forward like a spring, beak open and claws outstretched to bite and slash at her, a defiant scree reverberating from his throat.

She had expected an attack, so she easily dodged to the side, flapping her wings for a bit of thrust before doing a dodge roll in the ferns. The moment she got to her feet, Melvar was already on top of her, having redirected momentum within the split second she dodged. The two rolled in the dirt, his talons wrapped tight around her torso, claws digging into her flesh through her plumage.

This took Ceylon completely by surprise; no mortals had the kind of strength and speed needed to catch up with her and pin her to the ground like this. She would have to resort to less physical forms of defense if she was to be released from his powerful grip.

Her eyes started to glow the gentle blue of her iris' as a powerful blast of energy exploded from her, forcing Melvar off long enough for her to get back to her four feet, squaring her shoulders in defense mode.

"Clever girl." Melvar sneered at her as he landed, repositioning to launch another attack. Another pounce right at her, but this time he was met with a pillar of solid earth that blasted up from right in front of him, forcing his beak into the barrier. Angered, he slashed at it and broke it in half, letting the remaining debris fall in a harmless pile as he continued to lunge at her, aiming for her throat.

Ceylon was shocked. The strength of this hippogryph was enough to break through her earth magic! He was no god, he was not an eternal, immortal diety like she was. She focused her mind again to see if she could pluck that answer from his mind, but the deeper she pushed and the harder the forced her mind into his, the angrier and stronger he seemed to get.

It was in that brief moment of lucidity that Ceylon realized just what was going on here. Melvar may not have been of this world, but he was familiar with the ademagi used here, he seemed to understand how the energies flowed and how to defend against them, and the prodding of her telepathic abilities enraged him, putting him in a sort of feral, hyper violent state of mind. She knew deep down inside that her magic could completely crush him if need be, but something about this hippogryph begged to be studied and understood. There was something different about Melvar, and Ceylon needed to get to the bottom of it without breaking his mind. That wouldn't be easy, since he had the blocks needed to keep her out, and whatever world he was from allowed him to be well above normal strength and speed on Dalon.

All of her thought process flashed in her mind in the split second as he pounced at her, and she realized she needed to subdue him, but had no idea how to without harming him. In an act of desperation, she spun around and slapped the end of her tail at the side of his neck, the prehensile appendage wrapping around and slamming him to the ground. She instantly released the hold and hopped away, raising a front talon to try and stop him from attacking. "Melvar, there's no need to fight!"

The hippogryph stopped and cocked his head to the side, one ear raised. "What did you call me?"

"It doesn't matter. We're not enemies! We don't need to fight." Ceylon assured him, folding her wings up on her back to show she wasn't anticipating an attack. It was a gambit since she couldn't read him to judge if he was actually planning on any attack, but she was sure that an offer of peace would be enough to halt him from further aggression.

"How did you know my name? I blocked you out of my head." He growled.

"Just a little telepathy, Not hard to prod deep enough to get that information. I protect these lands, it's my job to know and understand any potential threats that may arise, local or foreign. As a kind and caring diety, it is my job to-"

She was cut off by Melvar's explosive roar. "Diety? You call yourself a god and yet you claim we're not enemies? No, you are foolishly mistaken!" As he finished his sentence, he immediately lunged at her, wings outstretched and talons forward. He couldn't help but feel a deep rooted rage at the arrogance of a puny god, thinking they could tell him what to do, or how to act in this world.

Despite her hopes, Ceylon was certainly still expecting an attack, but had no idea that the mention of her being revered as a diety would even further aggravate him. That was two things she'd learned quite quickly: Melvar hated telepathy and gods. Two things Ceylon held as her tool and status. This certainly wasn't going to be easy, at least not if she just wanted to subdue him long enough to make peace. At this point it wasn't about victory, it was about learning more about this incredibly strong, oddly adept hippogryph.

She hopped back and jumped upwards, kicking herself off Melvar's back from between his shoulders, launching herself high with wings spread to grab a gust of air and fly far away from here. The goal was to draw him away from the plains, where the wildlife could get involved and be a casualty of their battle. Instead, she was heading northeast to to the great Triquatic lakes through the valley in the mountain range between the plains and the border. If nothing else, she could lose him over there and keep him busy long enough to-

A powerful talon wrapped around her tail, slamming her to the ground as he pounced up on top of her. He was immensely fast, and far more powerful than Ceylon could have anticipated; he was also quite angry, and pretty much everything Ceylon did angered him further.

She rolled onto her back and kicked up, careful to not let her wings fold the wrong way beneath her. The only thing she could think to do to keep him from slamming his talons down on her chest was to release another blast of energy to force him away.

The moment she was free, she kicked into the sky and pumped her wings as hard as she could, putting the hippogryph behind her as he regained his posture. She glanced over her shoulder to see him kick off into the sky behind her, and he caught up remarkably fast. His wings flapped quicker and harder, and he was going twice her speed.

Fast and powerful was fine, Ceylon was smaller and therefore able to outmaneuver him. As long as she kept at it and didn't let him catch her, it didn't matter if he flew faster than she did. A dip, a dive, and a barrel roll kept her dancing around the larger hippogryph, but she was always edging her way in the sky towards the valley through the mountains.

Their aerial dance lasted for the better part of twenty minutes, leaving Ceylon exhausted, but Melvar remained as speedy as he was at the beginning of the fight. He wasn't growing fatigued in the slightest, and that was starting to scare Ceylon. As they neared the edge of the great lake, she got a wonderful idea for subduing him, but she'd need him right on the shore to properly take advantage of it.

First chance she got, the gryphoness angled herself into a dive, flaring her wings out a split second before her beak would have crashed into the yellow ferns and the soft sandy soil of the lake shore. Melvar was right behind her, landing with a heavy thud a few meters down the bank of the lake, purple eyes glowing a sinister red.

He didn't speak, but Ceylon knew he had plenty of devious intent, so she raised her beak high and grinned, eyes glowing her familiar blue as a literal wall of water erupted from the otherwise peaceful water's surface to fall right on top of Melvar. There wasn't even a full second before the water solidified into ice around him, smothering him in a block that held him in place and trapped everywhere on his body but his head.

"There, now that you're kind of trapped, and I know you won't be going anywhere on me, I suggest you shut up and pay attention." Ceylon advised as she gently padded her way nearer to him. Her eyes were still glowing an intense blue as a thick later of still-fluid water swirled and shifted around the hippogryph-shaped block of ice that held Melvar. Her magics were holding him in place, but just barely.

As he struggled, tiny cracks formed in the ice only to be filled in with the swirling mass of water.

Even with all the ademagi skills, Ceylon couldn't fully keep him from breaking out, so she had to be quick. "Look, we can be allies here. I promise not to prod around in your mind, but you have to promise not to attack me. Deal?" She was standing very close to him, her beak nearly touching the bit of his that was poking out from the ice.

He was still struggling, and had no interest in listening to her pathetic pleas. He would end her, and the more she fought him, the stronger he got. With one powerful lurch, he burst from the icy prison, sending shards and blocks of it in every direction as he lashed a talon at her, drawing a series of three open gashes down her side under her wing and across her shoulder. A deep snarl escaped his beak as he grinned, relishing in the wound he'd opened in her.

Ceylon gasped and fell to her side, beak open and eyes wide. Her ice magic had been shattered, same as her earth magic and even the wind magic she'd used to fend him off in the long chase to the lakeshore. This was going to require something deeper and far more powerful. She'd wanted to play it safe, but it was clear he was far more durable than her initial mental reconnaissance had indicated.

She got to her feet and stared at the massive open wounds that had split her flank flesh, licking at it gently even though no blood was flowing from it or dribbling down her feathers and fur. As she returned her cold, steely glare to Melvar, the three red lines pinched shut and sealed themselves from one end of the cut to the other. She blinked slowly a few times before opening her eyes wide, a bolt of powerful electricity arcing form her forehead to the gem on his.

This wasn't an attack, it was a violent stabbing right at his deepest, darkest secrets masked as magical aggression. Her telepathic attack had her mind in and out of his in a fraction of a second, but it was just enough time to give her a secondary plan. Clearly fighting him wasn't helping him come to peace to her, which was obvious, really. She had to offer something to him without him knowing she'd stolen his secrets. That was the key.

Instead of bracing for an attack or letting her energy overflow into him, she simply looked at him and nodded slowly, an unmistakable look of defeat on her face. "I cannot best you, stranger. I can only beg you, please don't treat those of this world as you have treated me. They are a good people. I submit myself to you, do as you wish." She lowered her head and crept towards him, body low to the ground.

Melvar took this as a sneak attack and reared up high to smash his talons down on her back, digging six holes in her as he clawed at the base of her wings. "You think you can fool me, gryphon? I felt you in my head, prodding around in there, looking for my weaknesses. Psh, it's like you Gods to think you are better than folk like me. I'm evil and you're the purity meant to purge me. Well I won't have it!" He curled his talons tighter, forcing the claws deeper into her at the base of her wing.

Ceylon dutifully took his abuse, a low pitched groan escaping her beak as his claws sunk in deeper. She had it in her to force him off, to use her magic to protect herself, but she was trying a new strategy.

When it became clear she wasn't fighting back, Melvar slowly pulled his talons from her back and stepped away, eyes squinted as he tried to figure her out. If this was an ambush, it certainly was a long one, and not like anything he'd encountered before. He hissed at her as she crept in closer, the holes in her back closing up and the bits of blood on his talons crusting to fall off in flakes. He raised a talon to stop her, but then was shocked to feel her beak pressing against his sheathe. "Wh-what are you doing?" he stuttered, too shocked to be aroused at her intimate attention.

Ceylon simply nuzzled at his sheathe, extending her tongue to cup at the underside of his heavy twin orbs. She licked upwards, parting the two between the soft flesh that held them before tickling at the wrinkled flesh of his sheathe. Despite having flown through the skies, deep in his sheathe he was still moist from the mounting of the unicorn mare earlier, and that urged Ceylon to rub deeper, rubbing the soft flesh at the rim of her beak against it, smearing the musky fluids all over her face.

Melvar was taken aback, and he still found his talon pressing down against her to hold her to the ground. He had to resist the urge to grip at her, the sensations of beak against his sheathe making his loins swell. His eyes darted around the area, glancing out over the lake then back to the mountains. He knew, deep down inside, that this was an elaborate trick to catch him unaware, but he couldn't help himself! He could feel her hot breath tickling at his fleshy sheathe, moistening it and keeping it warm.

The gryphoness was enjoying herself quite thoroughly, nuzzling and licking at Melvar's loins. Like a cat in heat, she positioned her hind end so that her rump was up and exposed, tail to the side. There was a faint sound of drops on the fern behind her followed by a cloud of powerful, acrid scent of estrus mare expanding from her hind end to tickle at Melvar's nares. The scent melted away his apprehension, and he found himself relaxing enough for his equine cock to slowly unfold from his sheathe, resting heavily on the gryphon's beak.

She cooed happily, the gentle sound rumbling into a deep purr as she continued to rub and nuzzle, her own nethers tensing to force out bits of her feminine fluids in tiny spatters on the leafy ferns. She wanted him to know she was his, at least for now, and she was adamant about making it very clear.

There was a moment where Melvar considered backing off and finishing the fight with the Gryphon, but her tongue was so delicately dancing over the growing shaft of his member, tickling at the wrinkled sheathe at the base and trailing its way down to the finely textured tip. It was hard to break away from that, and the only thing he dared to to pull away from that sleek, prehensile tongue was to lean forward and nuzzle his own beak against her rump cheek, rubbing the crest against her sopping wet lips.

She giggles a bit and stepped back, slinking away to the side so that her sex was still exposed, as was her flank. Her meaty lips were dribbling a thick creamy fluid as they tensed and relaxed, forcing spurt after spurt out, leaving bits drooling down the inside of her rump cheeks. She grunted a bit as she clenched shut, only to relax and have her lips part, the slightest wisp of the hot tropical air sucking into her, so when she pushed out again there was a comical wet queef accentuated by more tiny droplets jumping from the vibrating lips and splattering on the side of his beak.

He pulled away, shaking his head from the sudden moisture, only to get an intense, direct waft of her powerful scent. He couldn't help but laugh at the gentle queef, so he leaned down and buried his beak in under her tail, pushing as he nuzzled back and forth. Her flesh parted with ease, smothering the crest of his beak and drooling juices directly into his mouth, giving him a taste of her bittersweet nectar. He could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing, clenching around his beak, then gaping open right in front of him, practically sucking him in. There was a gentle whoosh followed by a deep, guttural grunt as her clit winked against his lower beak, followed by another thin stream of her gooey, creamy cum.

The scent was powerful, like a moist cloud hovering around his face, fogging his vision and mind. He needed more. He wanted more. He needed another taste, another scent, he needed something deeper.

Melvar's final remaining sliver of aggression melted away as her scent invaded his mind, and he quickly pounced up, laying both his massive talons on either of her rump cheeks, thumb talons prodding gently at her flesh. He was careful to not puncture her, but still applied just enough pressure to spread her sex open, revealing a soft, fleshy canal that gaped open from lips to cervix. Slowly, he angled his talons so his entire thumbs were inside her, pressing against the cavernous, tender walls, the very tip of his talon gently prodding at the many soft pillows of flesh that were throbbing and dripping female fluids.

She giggled as she looked over her shoulder, the very tip of her tail flicking gingerly between her wing shoulders. "Like what you see, stud-drake?" She cooed at him. All at once, she heaved and grunted, her pussy walls collapsing in all at once, forcing the air out in another juicy, aromatic squelch accompanied by her clit throbbing and folding out with another wave of her fluids.

Melvar could feel his own member throbbing and swaying between his hind legs, bits of his own lubricant trickling out the end of it to splash on the ferns and dirt. His member needed attention, it needed to be inside that powerful canal of muscle and tender flesh. It needed to get wet again - the faint glistening hint of his prior mating with the unicorn just wasn't enough, not for him.

He pulled both thumb talons out of her and stood up straight, towering over the smaller gryphon mare. He held a single talon down on her back to pin her in place as he hopped up onto her. She stayed down and in place, her chest pressed hard against the ground with her hind paws hoisting her rump end high, tail far off to the side. Her glistening ebony lips were quivering in need, begging to have that mighty stud force her open with his powerful thrusts.

"What are you waiting for, Stud?" She asked, wiggling her hips from side to side, her motions stirring up the aroma she was emanating from her loins. She let out a deep, long drawn out purr that persisted without ever dying down or intensifying with her own deep breaths. She grunted and pushed back up at him, forcing him to apply a bit more weight, holding her in place.

"Not waiting, Hen." He grunted as he arched his back, flexing his member to prod at the underside of her tail. He spurted out a few clear strands of his precum all over her hind end, painting her lips with his own concoction before she slipped out from under him, darting around to behind him. "What's this?" He demanded, his aggression bubbling back up again before he realized what she was doing.

She kept low to the ground, slinking around to behind him so that she was under his tail. She continued her deep rumbling purr as she hopped up on him, talons on his rump same as he'd done to her. With one fluid motion, she buried her head under his tail, nudging it to the side and exposing his plump equine pucker for her to gently prod at with her tongue. He had a particular flavor, but it was nice since he was perfectly clean, so she went at it with an aggressive, hungry fervor, licking and lapping at the flesh in between darting stabs of her tongue into him.

Melvar was a little panicked. He had no idea how to react to someone tonguing his rump, but it felt nice, so he let her proceed. As an act of cooperation, he arched his back and lifted his tail up high to ensure the long, silky strands hanging off it wouldn't get in her way. His ears perked up as she did the same to him he'd done to her by inserting both thumbs into him, prying his flesh open to prod at his own rump flesh like a hummingbird tasting for nectar in a tightly closed flower. IT felt very nice - transcendent, even - but he felt a little uncomfortable having her pleasing him like that rather than him taking pleasure from her, so he stepped away, leaving her to land on all fours behind him.

"Wait, did you not like that?" She meekly cooed at him. "I thought all studs liked their rumps played with."

Melvar once again stood over her, his massive member gently swinging between his hind legs. A deep growl escaped his beak, but he didn't speak. Instead, he simply pressed his talon down on her back, once again holding her in place as he slowly stepped around her to line up his cock under her tail.

She cooed and smiled, happily positioning herself with his weight on top of her, pressing her lips against his length. She grunted and moaned gently as she felt him slowly push up into her, his thick shaft sliding between her cheeks and prodding at her rump. This was quite vexing for her, as she was expecting a more aggressive, single-thrust penetration like most stallions - doubly so since he seemed to have a bit of a nastiness to him that she thought would keep him from being compassionate enough to let her enjoy herself.

Instead, he was gently caressing her hind end with the length of his cock, the tip drooling bits of precum all over her lips and between her rump cheeks. It was actually Ceylon who grew impatient, angling her back and pushing back to slowly smother him from tip to the engorged median ring that separated shaft from sheathe. Her talons clawed at the ground and her muscles contracted, squeezing him and forcing the partially engorged flare in a little deeper.

He grunted, the sensation of her warm flesh sliding over him making him curl his talons around her wing. He didn't do it on purpose, but the sensation of sliding into an estrus mare - especially one with such muscle control - brought out his primal side, and his carnal instincts naturally had him using wings as leverage. Both talons, both wings, and he pushed in hard until his belly was pressing against her tail, the front of his thighs pressed against her haunches.

She grunted and pushed up against him, curving her neck to look at Melvar, gaping her beak open and gasping for air as his throbbing cock pulsated and expanded inside her, his flare plugging inside her womb. "Th-that's more like it." She panted at him through ragged breaths, her body heaving in time with his every gentle thrust. Deep down, she was actually quite surprised that he was being so gentle after how aggressive he was earlier, and what his mind had exposed to her. The claws digging into her wings hurt, but other than that, it was actually quite nice.

Melvar was also pleasantly surprised at the willingness and skill of the gryphon mare. She was squeezing him tight, and pushing back into him despite him feeling the end of her womb pressing against his flare deep inside. Her lips were massaging him near the sheathe, her sex squeezing him in waves from base to tip, literally sucking every offering of seed and pre from his length to deposit in her. His thrusts were shallow and slow, but with each one of her muscular waves, he found himself growing a bit more carnal, a hint of primal instincts taking over. He already had her wings in his talons, so he kicked up with his hooves and pushed in as deep as he could, thrusting half his length in through aggressively stronger pushes.

"Hnnnng!" Ceylon lowered her head to the ground and pushed back into him, pressing her chest to the ground, helping gravity to deposit the seed from him into her womb. She clenched as tight as she could, clit winking and sex clamping tight around his length as his flare exploded inside her, a hot stream of cum jetting against her tender womb flesh, making her feel a little bloated. Just as he was erupting, he leaned down and clamped his beak around her neck, holding her in place as he gave a few final, powerful thrusts.

There was a deep, powerful rumbling echoing out from his beak, reverberating through his chest as he climaxed in the gryphon-mare's womb, the snugness of her sex further massaging each and every trickle of seed from her. As his pleasure tapered from its peak, he loosened his beak and let her go, slowly peeling his claws from her wing shoulders as his member slowly shrunk inside her, the powerful vaginal contractions forcing it out to swing between his legs, a thick strand of cum trailing from cock tip to pussy lips.

He hopped back and stumbled, his stance weakened by his explosive climax. His wings folded up on his back as he fell to his side, one leg raised so he could clean himself, nary a thought of concern going towards the hen he'd just mounted. He had cleaning to do.

Ceylon squatted down and grunted, forcing the cum from her sex to drool into a puddle between her legs, bits of air escaping to form little bubbles in it that landed in the puddle with the rest of it. She curled up around and licked herself clean until there was no trace of it on her lips, only the sloshing sensation that came when she moved. As soon as she was done with herself, she sidled up to Melvar, positioning herself against him so that she could nuzzle at his still semi-erect member, cleaning it idly with her tongue.

Melvar paused and went to close his legs, but then realized that this gryphon might have been sincere, and had no intention of harming him or fighting with him. Begrudgingly, he laid back and let her clean him.

"You know, Melvar. Now that you've got that out of your system, I'm sure we could have plenty to talk about. Let's start with me. My name's Ceylon; tell me more about yourself." She gulped down the last of his cum and smiled up at him, blue eyes glistening in the reflections off the lake.