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Bad news stir gryphons in all the wrong ways. Hopeless and lost, Rayik finds the perfect way to calm his misfortunes: through hard, repetitive mating. It doesn't take long before the gryphon's lust turns into something more, and Makaidos is none too happy about it. Will he ward off the gryphon's pestering desires, or is he going to take it up his hole? Read and find out!

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The following days passed quite slowly. There wasn't much to do on the secluded platform aside from cuddling, talking, and mating. Rayik made his intentions known at least twice per day, and Makaidos was happy to shelter the gryphon's warm cock inside his tailhole. There was something different about Rayik. He was a lot more gentle and affectionate after that night of feasting, grooming and mating. Warm rubs purchased the dragon's benevolence while the slick caress of tongue sent his senses into a lustful frenzy. Rayik then slipped inside and remained there until he spent every drop of his hot seed. Sometimes, the two males remained tied for hours, simply enjoying the comforting heat and arousing scents as they grabbed, nuzzled and huddled into each other.

After a night spent amidst blissful warmth, Makaidos woke up to the cold chill of the morning. He looked around for Rayik, but the gryphon was no longer sharing his warmth with him. He stood on the edge of the circular platform, eyes fixed towards the distant horizon.

"Meal will not arrive until the sun is up. Now get your feathery head under my wing before the chills seep in."

"That bird dares to disagree with you."

Makaidos' nostrils flared as he stood up. "What?"

"That one," Rayik pointed towards the violet sky. Stars still speckled on its darkened surface, glimmering like polished orbs.

"I can barely see it. Are you sure it's kin?"

"Quite so," Rayik said.

Makaidos still tried to glimpse the gryphon. His eyes were almost as sharp as any avian's, but by night's blackened veil, it was hard to see as far as these featherheads.

"It's flying hastily. Must be an important message to be carried so swiftly," Makaidos said.

Rayik bit into the bait. He turned his eyes away and rushed forth, nuzzling along Makaidos' wing joint. "Hope it's one of ours. Perhaps the Spire has been persuaded to release us."

"You place much faith in your aviary," Makaidos pushed his flaring nostrils into Rayik's neck, inhaling his natural scent. He smelled like the forest, wild and nurturing to the senses.

"We are together in many things, dragon," Rayik perked his head towards the sky. "Some are good, some are bad. I like to think our colony can endure anything."

"We will, Rayik. No matter what happens, our conviction has to be like a mountain during a storm."

Rayik had no reply to that. He simply waited until the gryphon's form approached. Then, he screeched joyfully, wings flared at the sides, paws thumping against the black stone beneath.

Makaidos had no idea what earned such a vigorous reaction until the white gryphon touched down on the platform, proud wings nestling at his sides. He was almost as big as a dragon, with a grey beak, ashen talons, and an imposing bulk to match the majesty of his snow white feathers. He looked at Makaidos with a pair of eyes clearer than the morning sky before he set his gaze upon the smaller gryphon that walked, bowed, and scratched the ground playfully around him.

"Rayik..." the gryphon allowed his deep voice to hang in the air in the same manner as his parted beak.

"Cenn!" Rayik squawked. "I expected a spiteful dragon to descend upon this platform."

"And?" the snowy gryphon drew his head back.

"I'm...I'm glad I was wrong! Rayik strode forward, burying his head into Cenn's pristine plumage.

The snowy gryphon closed his eyes, cooing softly as Rayik rubbed and preened the small feathers around his neck.

"I am glad too, little one. This platform broke gryphons and dragons that were several times larger than you."

"Wits are often valued over sheer strength. Rayik here has plenty of those and little of everything else," Makaidos crouched and touched the cold stone with the tip of his snout. "We are all glad to have you here, white Talon of Are'lan."

The snowy gryphon chirped approvingly. "What is your name, dragon?"

"Makaidos."

"So you chose a scale head's company, after all your squawking," he turned back to Rayik, who busied himself by preening his wing.

"I had limited choices. You should have seen the other initiates, Cenn. Half of them would have failed your trials even before starting them."

"I was a bit rough with my old testing methods," the snowy gryphon walked around, claws clicking on the fine stone. "Fear should never be used to motivate, no matter how useful that might be."

"It worked," Rayik quickly joined him. "Your last flock is alive because of your teachings. Standing up after our paws are bloodied and beaten and flying with our wings shattered by pain is the true measure of strength."

"And wits?" Cenn fixed a violet eye on Rayik. "Do you still remember my teachings, young one?"

Rayik opened his beak, only to seal it shut a moment later. Cenn walked towards the edge, swishing his tail above his obvious gender.

That left Rayik alone, prone to a dragon's advice. Makaidos dashed at his side.

"Is that a trick question?" he whispered in the avian's ear.

"Can be," Rayik pretended to preen an inexistent itch. "Cenn trained more gryphons than I care to count. He was loved and praised by too many to become a Talon of Justice."

A shiver ran through Makaidos' spine. There was a cost to join those ranks. All the Justices he knew were bitter and vengeful, eager to fulfill their pledge to the Spire of Inquisition.

"Can you handle him? Yes or no."

Rayik drew his head back. "Stop hissing like that! I know Cenn better than my father. You stay back and keep that scaled snout of yours shut." Rayik whipped his head around and walked towards the edge. "I believe the answer to your question is quite obvious, Cenn."

"A shard of it, at least. Please join me," he motioned under an upraised wing.

Rayik walked forward.

"Both of you," the gryphon insisted with two flaps of his wings.

Makaidos walked under his right wing. He didn't even need to crouch. This gryphon was almost as big as him, and several times more appealing. His snowy plumage was a feast for the eyes, and Makaidos had to restrain himself from pushing his nose straight into the thick fluff of his chest.

"I have flown here to dispense justice, as you both expected. What I failed to anticipate was finding one of my fledglings paired with a dragon."

"You always encouraged us to keep a sharp mind, Cenn. Are'lan would remain constrained within this desert if we still clung to the old traditions."

He was speaking about The Pact, just after the first conquest. Dragons forfeited their old beliefs and banded together to form colonies, just like gryphons. It was unheard how such proud and territorial creatures could go back against millennia of solitude, and certain avians were impressed. Gryphons were the first to cast away their pettiness in favor of peace.

"I took a risk by choosing a gryphon as my partner," Makaidos said. "But many times gryphons have showed me what my own kin has not. Devotion, courage, and the willingness to keep flying against the harshest storm."

"Did they?" Cenn tilted his head with curiosity. "Under whose wing have you grown, hatchling?"

"Endrythel, the Fang of Midnight."

Cenn clacked his beak. "A warrior, more fond of blood than the lives of his own clutch."

Makaidos was forced to agree. "He trained me well, brightwing."

"To kill and survive, no doubt. But what of peace and persuasion? What were his words in the ways of diplomacy, dragon?"

Makaidos looked away, suddenly feeling small under the intensity of that deep, violet gaze. "He growled more than he spoke, brightwing."

"Indeed," Cenn flapped his wings once. "Actions speak much louder than words, fledglings. They are the measure of our worthiness, so I ask you two. How much value have you placed on the four lives that you stole?"

Makaidos froze. He would have stopped if Cenn's tightening wing did not keep his paws shifting and kneading on the stone below.

"They were heading towards our aviary, Cenn. You know my past and how stubborn my colony is compared to others."

"Words never killed anybody."

"That would have happened," Rayik said. "If we did not solve the problem before it festered, my whole aviary would have risen up against Are'lan and thousands more lives would have been lost."

"Silence, fledgling," Cenn flapped his wings and shrieked. "I am not here to judge suppositions."

"You taught me to anticipate, Cenn. I did what-"

"You did what suited your needs," Cenn slid closer towards Rayik. "You feed me false words, Rayik. I can smell them as well as the seed staining your partner's tailhole. Is that what I taught you?" his voice lowered to a soft shrill as he tapped the tip of his beak against Rayik's. "To impregnate a dragon while robbing another of its life?"

Rayik was stunned. He kept blinking, unknowing what to do or say.

"I killed them," Makaidos surged at Rayik's side, sheltering him from Cenn's penetrating gaze.

"You think it matters whose claws pierced their flesh? Their blood spilled all the same."

"For us it does. A dragon never faults the hatchling for the parent's deeds."

"That dragon is a fool, then. Every action carries a weight. If the parents cannot bear that burden, their offspring will."

"So I lived to be punished? Is that it?" Makaidos growled. "Because even Endrythel, with his faulty judgment and his scarce words saw more worth in me than you ever will."

"Makaidos-"

He snarled at Rayik and turned back towards Cenn. "It fits you to be a Talon of Justice, Cenn," Makaidos snapped his jaws the mention of his name. "You judge instead of seeing. Instead of thinking! How else could you brand us as blood stained killers after we just prevented the beginning of another Conquest?"

Makaidos was on the verge of roaring. It felt good to release all that subdued anger, even on someone as powerful as Cenn. It was unwise, stupid, and uncalled for to lash out at a Justice like that.

Cenn proved just that. He fluttered his wings and settled comfortably on his paws, blinking thrice. "Are you finished?"

"Not nearly," Makaidos hissed. "If you ever cared for Rayik, you will let him fly away, unharmed and unbesmirched by any of the Spire's SkyTalons."

"No, Makaidos. That is not-"

Makaidos shoved the squawker back, coiling his tail around both his hind legs. Rayik screeched his displeasure.

"Take me. Punish me however you see fit. Just spare my partner. He..." Makaidos bit his tongue as a riptide of weakness overcame him. "His wings need to feel the wind under them. Without freedom, he is lost."

"That's nonsense. I can endure. I can-"

"Please, Cenn," Makaidos placed a forepaw on the gryphon's cold fingers. "Punish me. I killed those dragons and their riders. Their blood stained my claws, not Rayik's."

The snowy gryphon looked down. For a moment, Makaidos thought he was considering the offer. Then, his other paw descended upon his. The sharp tips of his talons pressed between the scales, hard enough to hurt.

"You have both chosen each other. Who am I to break this bond?"

"Traditions that bear no relevance to our punishment," Makaidos growled in pain. "Don't be fettered by them, Cenn. You know better than that."

"And you seem to know better than me!"

His shriek deafened Makaidos. He stumbled back under the blow, slashing his bloodied paw free after Cenn's raking claws pulled back towards the ground. Within a leap, he was in the air. With a single flap of his wings, he was upon Makaidos. His weight dragged the dragon down like an avalanche. Makaidos fell, eyes closed against the storm of feathers. His paws were bound. His legs subdued. It took only a few heartbeats for Cenn to fully restrain everything he could use to strike back.

"Cenn!"

"Stand back, fledgling. I will not harm him more than he deserves."

"But he's bleeding!" Rayik screeched with desperation, only to be ignored by the snowy gryphon.

"Discipline has its cost," he said as he slid a claw down Makaidos' exposed neck. "Perhaps I should indulge into it, like your partner did. He is a threat, after all. A menacing dragon that can end my life with the snap of a jaw."

"You don't believe that," Makaidos hissed.

"You did," he clutched his neck and applied pressure.

Makaidos wheezed.

"Cenn," Rayik squawked. "Please, just...heed reason, like you always did. Be the gryphon I knew. The leader we all loved and respected."

"That gryphon only lives in your memories. I am a Talon of Justice now."

"Is it justice to harm us before the sentence has even been spoken?"

"No," Cenn shook his head. "Harm will come to you soon enough." His forepaw retreated and his wings brought a needed rush of air as he leaped away.

Makaidos scrambled on his paws, shivering under the thrill's thrumming waves. He could have ended that gryphon's life in a dozen heartbeats if the crystals hadn't sapped all his strength. Rayik crouched at his side, lapping away the blood.

"Is that it, then?" he turned his head towards Cenn. "You come here, say a few words, extract petty revenge on my partner and leave?"

"Quite so, fledgling. I have fulfilled my purpose."

"Indeed. Giving us false hopes will surely prove most helpful when the Spire sends us into a suicide mission."

"Take it as you will. My talonites will reach you in a week. Think about the trial, and the words you are going to speak before the high council. I am afraid your courage and devotion to each other will prove quite insufficient when weighted against your deeds."

"You speak as if you've never killed anyone," Makaidos snarled.

Cenn spread his wings and turned his proud head around. "That's right. I never did."

And with that he took off, beating his wings hard against the whooshing wind.

"Bastard," Makaidos licked the slimy blood off his stinging paw. "I can't believe you held that creature in such high regard."

"He was different back then," Rayik said. "I cannot presume to know why he became a Talon of Justice. What the Spire did to prepare him for that position."

"Our spirit should never waver. Cenn strayed very far from that path."

"Perhaps he did..." Rayik chirped softly. "My heart swelled when I saw him diving towards us. I blamed my eyes at first, blaming fatigue and the strain of captivity. How could Cenn himself come to greet me?"

"Was he so....beloved?" Makaidos asked for the lack of a better word.

Rayik blinked dreamily. He settled on his paws, looking at the sky. "He was hope, and inspiration, and courage. Sometimes, even love. He never made a clear difference between his hatchlings and initiates. After our tasks we would gather on the bank of the oasis and preen each other, just as nest mates do. I will never forget the overpowering warmth, or the endless chirps resonating around me."

Rayik turned his head around. Moisture gathered inside his amber eyes. Stray tears fell along the sides of his beak when he blinked. "For the first time in my life, I knew how it felt to have a real home. Nest mates who encouraged me instead of scolding. Siblings that offered me pleasure and comfort with their touch rather than pain."

"I know," Makaidos slid the tip of his tongue around, licking the salty droplets from Rayik's shivering beak. "I felt the same way when I came to Are'lan. My master was a scale-head and my nest mates more boisterous and overconfident than a dragon has the right to be, but I found a few of them who took me under their wing..."

Of course that was a lie. Dragons rarely knew amity. They pounced at the faintest sign of weakness, reigning blow after blow until their enemy bled and roared. Rayik didn't have to know that though. Not now, at least. Makaidos soothed him with licks and rubs until the gryphon pushed his feathery head under his wing. He nudged his slit with the tip of his beak, then opened it to inhale the copious musk oozing around the crevice.

Makaidos sheltered his privates under a wing.

"No," Rayik shoved the wing away. He placed one forepaw on the slit and the other around the dragon's balls, forcing a weak hiss out of the dragon's throat. "I want you, dragon. There has been too much pain inflicted upon us. I deserve to shake off this weight from my wings, and so do you."

Makaidos eagerly exposed himself for his gryphon partner. He dropped on his back, swirling the finned tip of his tail around Rayik's sheath.

Rayik trilled at the rough contact pressing upon his sensitive parts. He slid along, rubbing his feathery chest along Makaidos' smooth scales.

"How should I take you, dragon? Rough?" a paw clutched and squeezed around his balls.

Makaidos hissed with delight.

"Or soft?"

His balls squirmed playfully as the gryphon's padded foot pressed down upon them.

"However you wish," he licked the underside of his beak. "Just... see yourself inside me before I burst onto you."

He took that as a challenge, as any worthy bird with a point to prove. With his forepaws firmly pressed upon the ground, Rayik lowered his hindquarters until he touched the tip of his sheath to the dragon's clenching pucker.

The warmth felt so good. Makaidos barely had the time to bask in its silky caress before Rayik pushed forth. His moist flesh pushed out of its flooded shelter, sinking with a wet, audible splush.

Makaidos gritted his teeth. Rayik started thrusting fast. He slid inside just enough to wet the spasming muscles, then pulled out, only to shove himself harder and deeper.

"This...isn't hard," Makaidos said between rapid breaths.

"It will be..." Rayik nuzzled into his jaw. "After I grow inside you."

Makaidos moaned with lust. He was used to Rayik's rock hard flesh, not the limp meat slapping against his pucker. Even the gryphon's balls were more firm, pounding against the wall of stringy flesh with every push.

Yet that was a faulty judgement on Makaidos' part. Gryphons grew a lot quicker than they squawked. Within several thrusts, Rayik engorged himself with blood and lust. He throbbed hard and fast, forcing the muscles apart.

Makaidos hissed with delight. He adored the thrumming heat bursting from his tailhole. Rayik pierced deeper, unleashing drops of precum inside the parched reaches. He expanded, bringing unrestrained stimulation upon the surface of every shivering muscle. And most of all, he pulsated hard as the rock beneath them.

Makaidos panted hard. Heat overwhelmed his senses as the knot developed inside him. Rayik kept thrusting and pushing, enjoying the tight copulation with squawks and shrieks. Makaidos too growled. His tail restlessly rubbed around the gryphon's tailhole, trying to feel the quaking spasms ripping his muscles apart.

He couldn't. All what Makaidos could focus on were his trembling muscles. They stung and spasmed, begging for relief after every throb.

"I'm cl-close," Rayik clacked lustfully.

"Same here. You're so big...so hard..."

"Thank your tight hole for that."

Makaidos endured only a few more throbs. Once the pressure became too hard to contain, he threw his head back and released a long, lust filled roar. Seed burst from his cock, spearing into Rayik's feathery chest. The gryphon dug his neck under, receiving a full load onto his beak. The fertile smell and scent of the fluid shattered his resolve. With a final push, Rayik too loosened himself with untamed spurts of hot, clammy seed.

Makaidos clawed at the air between every spurt. His strained muscles gave all they got to force the fertile seed out of his balls. Rayik caressed them just like before, adding an extra bite to the overwhelming surge traveling down the dragon's erect shaft. The gryphon's chest became a real mess, dripping with warm slime that only increased the heat around the soaked, spaded cock.

Rayik was proud of what he achieved. He dropped like a rock, embracing the seed filled scales with a sharp cry of pure bliss. "So hot..."

Makaidos licked him quickly. He was still going strong. A veritable amount of fluid gathered before the knot, adding heated pressure upon the dragon's strained muscles. He forced himself to squeeze rhythmically, if only to enjoy a couple more spurts from the gryphon's sweltering cock.

That mating was one of the best. Rayik was right. Relieving the burden was a lot better than suppressing it. Makaidos felt liberated. His worries oozed out along with his seed and disappeared into the depths of his stomach once he cleaned the copious amount of fluid.

Rayik got hard soon after. He walked around when he should have rested, and throbbed when he should have been comfortably sheltered inside his sheath. He was tense for a reason Makaidos could not understand.

"Lay near me," he forced himself to raise a wing just enough to allow the gryphon to crawl under.

Rayik declined with a swift shake of his head. His tail slapped to the side, revealing the full extent of his predicament. A thick monster surrounded by webbing veins, too hard to remain still. Translucent slime coated its crimson surface, giving it a glistening sheen as the sun fell upon it. His knot still remained inside the sheath, though that had to feel uncomfortable. The furred organ was almost as big as the gryphon's balls, barely handling the sheer size of the knot.

"It's not going to vanish if you keep touching it."

"I'm not!" Rayik shrieked.

"Your tail would like to argue."

He dropped on his side, but that didn't help. Now he had a rump to rub against, and enough stone underneath to make him harder. Rayik licked along his tip, squawking harshly once his knot burst out in a dribbling spectacle of precum.

"I want you again, Makaidos," he said between licks.

"We just mated!'

"I know," Rayik got up again. "But I cannot stop thinking about it. How hot your tailhole feels. How tight you grab me. And how hard I cum inside you... As much as I tried, I can never replicate that feeling with my own paws."

Makaidos laid on his side, one leg lifted to expose the pucker to the gryphon's intense gaze. "Do what you need to."

Rayik climaxed with an ear-splitting cry and fell asleep while he was still inside. Makaidos could not fault him for that. He thrust until his legs gave in before he finally soared over the edge. With his gryphon partner clutched inside his paws, Makaidos closed his eyes and focused on the short thrums of his spurting cock.

He awoke just before sunset. Rayik was still in the same position. Paws safely twined, tail coiled around Makaidos', sheath pressed against his tailhole. Makaidos would have been tempted to hump into it and awake the member inside if his tailhole wasn't so sore. Two copulations in a row proved quite tiring even for a strong dragon such as him.

"Sleep," Rayik whispered lazily.

"I was asleep until you woke me."

"How?"

"Your cock pulled back."

"Would you like it back inside?"

"No," Makaidos growled softly. "I had more seed in me than a female in heat. I think I deserve a little break from that."

"How boring," Rayik flicked his ears. "There is nothing to do on this rock aside from mating."

"We can talk and stare at the sky. Count dragons. Name them."

"Or we can mate until our balls shrivel and dry."

"Later."

Later wasn't as far as Makaidos expected. The night was still young when Rayik's need became throbbingly visible. He tried to insert himself with sweet words and soft caresses, yet every attempt ended up with rejection. Makaidos vehemently refused to have his tailhole stuffed, no matter how needy his gryphon partner became.

Rayik pleasured himself. His climax was brief and hardly filling. A tantrum of squawks and shrieks followed in its wake. Makaidos just burrowed his head under a wing and ignored him. Everything had a limit, and Rayik's temper made no exception. He apologized shortly after, which led to a series of mundane activities and useless plans until a carrier dragon brought in a sack of stag meat. They ate quickly, groomed quickly, and fell asleep just the same.

The following days passed excruciatingly slow. Makaidos got used to the monotony by conjuring all manner of scenarios. Only his body was trapped, not his mind. If he focused hard enough, he could soar all the way to Rayik's gryphon aviary and reunite with Trys to play and explore the dark forest below or the upper reaches of the proud canopies. These journeys kept Makaidos sane, and Rayik worked very hard to ruin this moment of tranquility. Mating became his only relief. Few were the moments when he didn't caress his own cock. More times than that he circled around, grinding his beak with lust at the sight of balls or tailhole. Makaidos was thoroughly worn out by the many prods and licks he received on those particular parts of his body. He snarled and rebutted every advance.

And that only increased Rayik's unwavering determination. He complained about his right to breed, and lashed out with insensitive comments. Guilt rammed Makaidos harder than a fully aroused gryphon cock. For that, he allowed Rayik to find relief inside him for as long as he could.

But even he had his limits. His muscles stung with strain and his balls ached with a dull, throbbing pain.

"I can't do it again!" Makaidos snarled between clenched teeth. "Get that through your feathery head!"

"I refuse to," Rayik stood his ground. "Refuse to believe you can be so miserably selfish. I was good to you! Soft. Loving. You told me that, during our first matings!'

"Our first," Makaidos empathized the last word. "How many came after that, Rayik? How many?!"

"I...I can't..."

"So many you lost count."

"I cannot think the same way you do, dragon. I have to feel, and taste, and thrust to forget this miserable rock."

"Did you even try?" Makaidos growled at him. "How many times have you actually tried to subdue this infestation that took over your senses?"

"Stop saying those words," Rayik clacked his beak.

"You are turning pleasure into torture, Rayik. Stop before your grasp loosens."

"I don't want to," he shook his head. "Don't want to."

"You have to," Makaidos approached. "I'm your friend. Your partner. If you don't want to trust yourself, fine, but listen to me. I can help you endure!"

"...help... me?" Rayik perked his head.

Makaidos nodded. "Only if you allow me to."

Rayik bowed his head, shuffling away on tired paws. Makaidos watched him walk around. His steps became quicker, and strange shivers took hold of his clattering beak. His tail whipped around restlessly, slapping the pronounced muscles of his flanks. His pose was so tense. It was almost as if he was ready to pounce.

"Rayik, what do you plan to-"

He flared his wings and leaped. Makaidos fell under the weight crashing onto his side. Rayik's wings shoved in his face, blinding him, along with a storm of hard pecks. Makaidos closed his eyes. His paws tensed, though he dared not to kick what he didn't see. Gryphons lacked the strong scales of a dragon and even a short laceration could prove bothersome on this secluded rock.

"Rayik, what-"

Makaidos swallowed his words when a presence poked around his slit, too warm and moist to be a paw or a beak. Rayik screeched. Stone screeched under his talons as he began thrusting with maniacal glee. His cock poked and felt around the slit, then pushed once it found proper sheath. It broke through the walls without any effort, sinking hard into their fleshy embrace.

Makaidos snarled. His sensitive slit was not meant to be penetrated in such a rude, insensitive way. His muscles protested with hard shivers as the rod pushed unrestrained into their fold. Rayik sunk all the way to his furry balls, making for a highly irritating contact as his dry fur raked against the oversensitive flesh with its dry, improper touch.

"Grraarrrhhh!" Makaidos scrunched his eyes shut and dug his claws into the soft scales of his paws. Rayik was getting harder and bigger, stirred by the heat pumping through his newfound shelter. Makaidos too struggled. He had a hard choice presented before him. Protect his slit and risk harming his partner in the process?

Or allow him to relieve himself of his consuming burden?

The choice was no choice at all, when the promise he made returned in Makaidos' mind. If he went back on his word now, every chance at saving Rayik from this terrible affliction would be spent, just like his seed.

"Do...what you...have to," Makaidos said, voice strained by the whipping pain. He lowered on his side, fully exposing his organs to the gryphon's whims.

He wasn't sure if Rayik even understood the words. His limbs latched around everything they found to purchase stability. Rayik pulled back several times, raking the flesh with his barbs on his way out.

Makaidos wasn't sure how would he handle this. The first time he took Rayik's knot inside his virgin tailhole was rough, yet something told him this was going to be another kind of penetration.

And his instinct was right. As soon as he steadied himself, Rayik thrust with feral abandon. His cock sunk inside the wet slit with a splash. Barbs grinded against bare flesh, scratching everything in their way until they met the base of the dragon's limp cock. Makaidos snarled when that happened, stirring the gryphon's mad lust. He rocked inside, slapping and rubbing against anything he encountered. To Makaidos, that was a most unpleasant ordeal. He dug his claws further into the pads of his palms, trying to divert his attention from the horrible filling that took place inside his slit.

Rayik pulled back with a gushy, slimy sound. He was probably soaked. Irritation unleashed the greatest lubrication. Makaidos clenched thrice, feeling the slimy fluid dribble down the sides of his crevice.

"So wet. So needy," Rayik clacked his beak. "I am going to enjoy you, dragon."

He dipped back inside and shrieked a feral cry. Few males could withstand such heat. Makaidos' muscles burned with pain, making his slit all the warmer for the gryphon's visit. Stirred by the unexpected delight, Rayik picked his pace. His flanks bulged hard and his talons wrapped in a vice grip around Makaidos' forepaws so his cock would reach the deepest.

Rayik enjoyed a few quick penetrations, then pushed himself all the way in. His balls sunk into the fleshy embrace and remained there as the tunnel collapsed around them. Makaidos tightened hard around him, allowing no escape. The faster he made him cum, the better, and no gryphon could resist a tightly packed shelter.

"Raaawk!" Rayik screeched his sheer bliss as thick spurts of precum fled his rapidly spasming cock.

Makaidos roared his discomfort. The streams cut like needles through his abused slit. Rayik's barbs flared before every spurt, scratching and anchoring themselves on anything they found, including the dragon's cock. In its flaccid state, it was unreasonably sensitive.

Just how Rayik liked it. He rocked and humped, pushing his smaller gryphon cock against Makaidos' draconic member. The pain increased n the same manner as his knot. With every spurt, Rayik engorged himself, growing until his flesh spread the dragon's slit apart.

Makaidos could not handle all that girth. His instincts flooded his senses with unexpected rage. The dragon snapped his eyes open and kicked hard, pushing the screeching menace away. Rayik dislodged with a painful plot. He fell with a squawk, sliding across the smooth stone in a pile of shuddering wings, kicking limbs, and hard, throbbing cock.

"I'm not done," he licked the oozing precum from his soaked tip.

"You are," Makaidos roared, displaying rows of dripping fangs. "No more will you bury yourself inside me!'

"Tough words, with nothing to back them with," Rayik scrambled onto his fours. "I know your weakness, dragon. And if you do not allow me passage willingly, I shall take what I want."

"You can try."

Makaidos knew he meant every last word. Rayik crouched like a stalking predator, just low enough to pounce. His cock trailed along the ground, leaving a wet trail behind it. Makaidos couldn't be reckless. He fixed his eyes on the gryphon's beak, and the two amber spheres that bore into him. They were restless, always fixing on his wings, tail, and what lay beneath it.

"Stay back!" Makaidos tried to growl, yet a moan came out instead. Debilitating pain surged through his abused slit. It weakened his muscles, and broke his concentration.

Makaidos blinked thrice and snapped as Rayik tested his reaction with a quick shove of his beak.

"I will have you, dragon."

"Subdue me first."

"Oh, I intend to do that," Rayik flapped his wings.

Makaidos stumbled back a few steps. He meant to retreat a safe distance away, yet his slit had other plans. An involuntary spasm caused the irritated flesh to embrace his oversensitive cock. Rayik's lacerations flared to life. Each stung harder than a raking claw. Makaidos snarled harshly. Pain flooded his senses, incapacitating his ability to move or react.

That was just the distraction Rayik needed. He rushed around, slamming a forepaw hard under Makaidos' limp tail.

The blow took the breath out of him. His balls exploded with raw pain. Rayik hit again, slamming the spheres hard against the tough scales.

The dragon collapsed in a roaring pile of misery.

"Told you," Rayik slithered under his tail, fishing around for his sack. He found it three heartbeats later, clutching it between two of his fingers.

Makaidos whimpered. He looked back to see his most valuable and sensitive treasure cupped inside Rayik's paw. He was at the mercy of his claw tips. That much was certain.

"On your back, dragon."

Makaidos was too slow to react. Rayik squeezed just as he started to shift. A rush of tremendous pain surged along his abused slit, sending the dragon into another roaring spree.

Rayik found it easy to maneuver. He pushed the meaty forepaws, then followed along with the tail until Makaidos was helplessly splayed on his back.

"This brings back fond memories."

"Please, Rayik..." Makaidos hissed. "Think of-"

"Our first time?" The gryphon nuzzled around the dragon's tailhole. "I remember it quite well, dragon. The strong scent of your musk. The taste of your hole. And most importantly, the sweltering embrace it offers," Rayik said as he dashed his tongue along several times.

"We mated...mated more times than I did in years."

"That wasn't enough!"

Makaidos snarled in agony. Rayik's clutch became seething agony. His balls grinded and mashed against each other in a tormenting dance until Rayik slammed the pouch back onto the hard scales. The sack fell, then shook under a smashing blow.

"I was good to you," Rayik backhanded the balls so hard they squelched. "Kind!" He slapped again. "And soft!"

The last blow blew the sack to the side so hard the leathery pouch trembled in its fetters. Makaidos shivered and moaned. He was afraid. Afraid for his future. Afraid for his balls. Rayik wasn't himself. A single swipe of his claws was enough to pierce or cut the spheres right out of their sanctuary.

"I offered you relief, dragon," Rayik picked the loosening sack. "I allowed your seed to spill forth from these balls. And how did you reward me?"

Makaidos opened his maw to wince and moan. He couldn't speak. Not when terrible pain took control of his senses.

"With silence, and disobedience!" Rayik slammed his hard palm onto the sack.

The thundering blow took the breath out of the dragon's chest. His fingers spread under the blow and his wings shivered, too weak to bear such agonizing weight.

"Selfish, and inconsiderate," Rayik thundered down again in a crackling display of avian fury, breaking and snapping the sense out of the dragon's exposed sack.

"Why. Couldn't. You. Listen?!"

The last hits were the hardest. Rayik used both forepaws for that. One held the sack in place, forcing the spheres to retreat to the far edge, where their plump shape was turned to mush by restless, slamming weight. Rayik came down harder than justice itself, breaking errant tears from the dragon's strained eyes.

Makaidos curled around himself. His throat went raw with the pain of his endless roars. Tears fell across his snout, salty and warm. As hard as he tried to breathe, he couldn't take in more than a mouthful of air. His whole frame felt broken. His paws felt numb, his chest too tight, and his tail refused to budge. Instincts raged inside him, urging him to fight back against the abuse.

Makaidos's throat erupted with a hoarse cry as another blow sent his limbs into a quivering fit. His tail suddenly jerked, slamming right under the gryphon's tail. Rayik screeched an ear-splitting cry and fell to the side.

His absence was a welcoming relief. Makaidos panted hard and licked the ooze from his nose. He had to protect himself. Had to-

"You are mine!" came Rayik's vengeful squawk.

Makaidos closed his eyes, unable to bear another blow.

It didn't come. Not on his balls, at least. Makaidos knew why when a rock hard rod pierced straight through the entrance of his tailhole.

"You think you can own me?" Rayik slammed his engorged knot against the tight entrance. "I had your future in my paw, dragon! I have your hole at the tip of my cock. What can you possibly do to me?"

He rammed again, too hard for comfort.

"How can you defend yourself, when every scale on your body trembles?"

He pressed himself in with a rude, squelching sound.

Makaidos snarled weakly. If a third shove came, he could not hold it back.

"The only thing you can do is roar. Roar loud and fierce as I burst into you!"

He didn't want to believe Rayik meant those words until his cock forced its way inside. The knot stretched everything in its wake. It shoved inside without any regard for comfort or safety.

Obliterating pain made Makaidos moan louder than ever. He shivered like a hatchling under a rainstorm, blinking teary eyes as the gryphon pierced him into the deepest reaches.

"Awwwk! Tight and warm...just how I like it."

Rayik remained inside for a bit. Makaidos hoped this was the end of his madness. A full knotting, completed with a harsh, satisfying release.

He couldn't be more far from the truth. Rayik dug his claw tips into his chest and pushed himself back. His knot came out with a rude plop, unleashing screeches of pleasure along with whimpers of agony.

Rayik didn't wait a moment. He pushed his knot right in, exploring the vast reaches of his newfound shelter before he pulled back.

Makaidos was forced to endure the terrible concoction of the misery that followed. Rayik's cock pierced him too hard, too fast, and too thoroughly. There was nothing he could do against the barbs that raked his flesh or the knot that forced his muscles apart. Makaidos could only take it in like a female, and moan just the same.

His growls became harsher, his spasms more violent, and his blood boiled hotter. Rayik's disregard had obvious consequences. Blood smeared his cock, dribbling along his throbbing length every time he pulled out. Makaidos tried to push it back. Ignore it somehow.

Yet it always returned, each throb stronger than the last. His overwhelmed senses could no longer tell the difference between arousal and pain. His cock rushed out of its sheath, already wet with precum.

Rayik liked that. He basked in the strong contractions that took hold of the dragon's tailhole. He shoved himself good and hard until his own endurance faltered. With an ear-splitting shriek, Rayik plugged the bloody muscles and bathed them with strong spurts of warm, fertile seed.

Makaidos moaned under the riptide of relief. His muscles squelched and spasmed, taking in every hard spurt. The hot seed traveled deep inside him, tickling that certain part that always triggered a male's orgasm.

Makaidos released his own pent up surge with a feral cry. He tightened hard around the gryphon's spasming shaft. Rayik squawked harsher, spurting his essence with renewed vigor. Makaidos slurped it like a thirsty beast. He hungered for relief after such a terrible ordeal. Although his muscles still burned with debilitating pain, each spurt of his own seed calmed the ache from his balls and soothed his senses.

He pushed, and pushed, until pleasure once again gave way to terrible pain. Makaidos scrunched his eyes shut and waited until Rayik tapered off. Once his cock shrunk, he pulled out, clacking his beak with satisfaction.

Makaidos opened his eyes. Once the tears cleared, he caught sight of Rayik. He dropped on the ground without a single squawk and closed his eyes, panting with obvious delight.

Makaidos couldn't hate him. Not now, when he had the pain to worry about. With great effort he managed to slide his snout towards his dripping slit. He licked it with a long stroke, then followed along until he reached his throbbing tailhole.

Every lick stung. Makaidos bit back the irritation and forced his tongue deeper inside. Metallic scents mixed in with the gryphon's essence. There was so much of it. Makaidos could barely assess his wounds over all that cum. He slurped the fluid first, then tested his muscles with soothing dips of his tongue. The lacerations stung harshly, yet they would heal, same as his balls.

Makaidos coiled around himself, one paw clutching his sack in a protective embrace. Rayik came so close of fatally harming them. So close. Makaidos had to do something about that. No living being was worth protecting more than the precious fluid nestling inside those sensitive spheres. Infertile males had no purpose in this world, and dragons made no exception. Without his ability to breed, Makaidos could never know the joy of mating a female and raising her hatchlings.

Makaidos fell asleep to that thought and woke to Rayik's persistent shrills. He had another crave, judging by his already throbbing cock. He paced around restlessly, unable to look anywhere near his dragon partner. Was there regret weighting his shrieks? Did he feel any kind of empathy for the pain he caused?

Makaidos couldn't know. When Rayik turned his head around, he saw the same lust stricken wretch that took him during the previous night. Makaidos fled at first, but Rayik's spindly legs were quicker. He tried to fight back, yet the gryphon's smaller form avoided every blow.

He coiled around to protect his balls, and again he failed once Rayik's deft paw squeezed the sack in its cold and terrible embrace.

Makaidos roared. He did that for many days, until Cenn's talonites descended upon the platform to find him moaning and bleeding from all three organs at once. His slit bore a deep gash across it, his tailhole oozed with crimson essence, and his balls were speckled with dried blood.

A talonite returned with a healer from the city. The silver dragon used ointments to soothe the pain and heated rods to cauterize the bleeding. The insertion hurt more than Rayik's savage cock, yet it was for the best. Once the dragon finished his task, the talonites wrapped a crystal collar around his forepaw. Strength returned, crisp and invigorating.

Makaidos flapped his wings for the first time in weeks. He didn't look behind once after he took off from that dreadful platform. He planned to leave Are'lan behind, along with all the pain and memories it held. Not a single glance was spared between him and Rayik. Makaidos focused on the warm wind flowing along his form, and the green serpent flying alongside him. She was a female of scant years, with a milky mane, whiskered snout, and two eyes to match her glistening hide. Although she didn't share a single word, Makaidos enjoyed her company. He allowed his mind to break free and explore the infinite possibilities that could happen. One of those involved a heated session of mating. Makaidos wondered how a serpent felt and tasted, and imagined himself burying balls deep inside her for most of that day.

The group made brief stops to refresh and rest, then took off towards Neruvriel's mountainous reach. A small city resided at the foot of the SkySpire mountains. Relor'Dar, the Spire of Justice. That was where Makaidos flew to be judged, sentenced, and punished.

The journey took four days of hard flying. At the end of the last day, Makaidos finally caught a glimpse of the city. It wasn't as proud or properly organized as Are'lan, but it was big, each dwelling built to accommodate at least a full family of dragons. The most inspiring was the white spire built onto the very top of the mountain. Its snow white shape bore the jagged teeth of broken ice, molding into the surrounding landscape.

Makaidos didn't fly to the Spire. He was directed towards the caverns dug into the mountains. The stone was ice cold underneath his paws, and the air frigid. He pulled his wings close and tried to keep his maw from clattering too hard.

"Where are we going?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The jade dragoness said on a soothing, melodic voice.

"Hardly. Your scales keep me from noticing the fine details."

She swished her tail along Makaidos' rump, too close to his slit. "You are going to last longer than most, soot-scales."

"Wh-what happens to those who...do not last?" Makaidos asked, straining to keep his eyes and paws to himself. As painful as some of it was, Rayik spoiled him. His balls kept their seed inside for days on end, and the scent of a female stirred any fertile male's blood.

"You will see soon enough," the female pulled her tail back.