Three's Company
This story is a COMMISSION! If you want your own, personalized story, Click here Support me on Patreon for novel chapters, two to three 5.000 words or longer short stories with various themes and characters, and more exclusive content!Hey there! silvergooddragon commissioned me a while back to write a story for him, based on an YCH concept I came up with. He wanted his gorgeous dragoness Christina(https://www.sofurry.com/view/748433) to come to terms with the feelings she has for her long time feral gryphon companion. Her heat only serves to spice things up, as she becomes increasingly interested in her male gryphon companion and realizes that it is him she loved all along. Not only do they share a passionate lovemaking session during which both discover mating for the first time, but a feral male dragon they rescue along the way will join their group at Christina's behest. But doesn't Christina have a mate already, you ask? Well, this dragon plays a pivotal role in the story. Read below to find out what that is and be rewarded in the process!ATTENTION! Sequel is out. Check it out here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/881728**********STORY TIME***********Christina had her back pressed against an oak, moaning as she used two fingers to part her heat-stricken pussy. She was about to sneak in a talon inside her pink, shivering depths when the hoot of an owl forced her to look up and draw back her slick paw from her pants. She hissed at the bird, then watched it fly off into the distance, along the muddy pathway bearing her talon marks. Vyr, her gryphon companion, waited for her somewhere behind the hill sprawling in front of her. Maybe even began questioning her prolonged disappearance--or worse, fly after her himself. Christina's lips curled into a snarl at that. She didn't lie to him. After all, she was relieving herself, just not in the ways Vyr expected. Or did he? What if he already had his suspicions concerning her puzzling behavior? What if her stronger, sweeter scent wafting from her wet crevice betrayed her? The dragoness took a deep breath to calm her frayed nerves and dug her snout inside the paw drenched with her juices. The spicy allure enflamed her lust, made her wings flutter with eagerness and her thighs part. She coiled her tail around her hips, using the light grey tapered blade of her tail to push her pants further down. She rocked her hips slightly once her bottom touched the cool ground, releasing a soft moan. Even the night's breeze failed to chill her drenched lips. Christina seethed down there, and nothing but physical contact would make the bothersome tingles go away. She started off by fondling one of her leathery ears before moving down her neck. Her dark magenta hide gave way to the soft pink of her belly and the two mounds that cornered her paw from every side. She cupped one breast, moaning as she squeezed her taut, pink nipple. That only made her slender thighs shudder with renewed lust and her wings spread to reveal the light pink of their membrane. Christina's paw slid further down her belly until her fingers met her wet crevice. She rubbed her swollen magenta lips at first, growling at the tantalizing rush flowing through her frame. Her tail curled around her left foot to squeeze at her toes whenever she stroked herself. A moan burst from the depths of her throat as her body stiffened, and a wave of arousal followed. Christina's gaze grew bleary and her wings limp when she snuck a finger inside her crevice, her claw curled inwards to keep the pointy tip at bay. Hot arousal bathed her from every side, and her needy muscles groped at the intruding appendage. Elation surged through her, raw and overpowering. The order and the amount of fingers she snuck in her dainty furrow lost its meaning. She wanted to be filled, pounded, harder and faster. Her paw clenched into a whisk, one that she thrust inside herself up to her wrist. Her jaws clenched to trap her murmuring whimper within, and tears stained her golden eyes from the sheer bliss. Then, she spread her fingers, allowing her claws to brush against her silken insides with undulating movements that carried her over the edge. The talons of her feet drew deep furrows into the ground when the dragoness spread her wings and roared her orgasmic cry towards the sky before squeezing her jaws shut. Her climax still rippled through her, urging her insides to clamp down on her paw while a trickle of arousal wet the ground below her vulva. Christina took a deep breath once her ephemeral bliss subsided, then released it in a hushed gasp. Her grip around her paw loosened enough to let it slip out of her crevice with a salacious squelch. If only there was a male to lick her clean... She fantasized about that while lapping the slimy juices coating her paw. A feral dragon, a quadruped that lived far away from the taint of civilization, to shove his snout tight against her shuddering lips and snake his tongue inside her. The mere thought of it made her head spin with want and her pussy to push out a delayed, orgasmic spurt. "Vyr," Christina whispered through her numb lips. "He is a male." A gryphon male, to be precise, with a broad, sharp beak and a too small tongue to fulfill her needs. His member, however... Christina shook her head at that and wobbled onto her shaky feet. No. That was her heat pushing thoughts into her head. She had traveled with Vyr for the better part of two years. They hunted, cuddled, even discussed about mating. Yet to go as far as doing it with a gryphon? She pushed her tanned leather pants up, fastened her cinch and slipped the scabbards of her dual swords at her hips. Then, she chanced a look at the oak one more time. Apart from a patch of darker ground where her arousal slipped into the dirt, there was nothing. Christina's ragged breath steadied as she rounded the hill, yet her tail tip still twitched with apprehension. Did Vyr sneak upon her? If so, what would he make of her lie? A boulder lifted off her heart when the bundle of burgundy feathers and tawny feline hindquarters appeared on the corner of her vision. Vyr's gray beak dabbed at the ground--no, at the chestnut spheres spread in front of him. He tried to crack the nuts, yet all he managed was making them roll away from him. Vyr's ears perked at the swish of her footsteps, and his head turned to regard her with striking, leaf green eyes. "You took so long I decided to get myself a treat," came his rich, soothing voice. "You're lucky they're so infuriating, else I would have gone after you." Christina's eyes narrowed. "To watch me while I relieve myself?" Her heart pounded, but she kept her demeanor cool in front of Vyr. Vyr poked at another chestnut. "I'd watch the stars, the owls, and only take a peak after the first hour you spent away." Christina stiffened. "I didn't spend that long!" Did she? Her arms curled around her torso, her fingers kneading at her arms. "You did, and I don't even dare ask why." "To relieve myself. I told you, you knew it, end of discussion." The gryphon's ears flattened. He swatted the nuts away with a forepaw and sprawled on his side, a wing aloft for Christina to cuddle under. "Relieving yourself makes you grouchy," Vyr said, his head sneaking through the lush curtain of plumes. "That would be your persistence." "And you're deflecting my observation." Vyr cocked his head. "You're in heat, aren't you? That's why you..." His words drowned in the storm of thoughts that flooded Christina's mind. What?! She grabbed Vyr's head and pulled him into her lap without a second thought. The gryphon protested with a sharp squeak at first before his muscles relaxed and his eyes half closed under Christina's gentle strokes along his chin. "Let's sleep. It's been a long, exhausting day." "You...pleasured yourself?" Vyr inquired. "That explains why you took so long, why you are so--" "And if I did?" Christina growled. It hadn't been hours like he claimed. No way! Or had it? Christina's cheeks turned beet red, and her head swam with a myriad of lies, excuses, quips, but none seemed fitting. Not after she half admitted the truth of her doing. Vyr lifted his head to nuzzle her chin. "Then you could have pleasured yourself under my wing, where you are warm and cozy. Not out there, in the biting cold." "I'm not cold, and that's not proper," Christina blurted out. Vyr fixated an eye on her and released a whimpering squeak. "For humans, it isn't, but we're beyond that. We bathed together, cuddle every night. I've seen you, and you've seen me. We even touched each other down there to stifle our curiosity last year, and now you are pushing my beak straight into your lap, where your fertile fragrance overpowers my senses. I thought you're past that ridiculous thing called shame." Christina pinched one of Vyr's ears, hard enough to make him yelp. "Old habits die hard." "That's another human saying," Vyr intervened. "It has that nonsensical touch to it." "I can't help it, Vyr," Christina half whimpered, half growled. "Humans found me. Humans raised me. Humans taught me everything I know. Including love." Vyr merely brushed his cheek against her hand, cooing softly. "If only you relied on your instincts as much as you rely on human teachings." "Then what?" Christina shot. "You'd lie less." "I didn't lie." "You didn't tell the truth either," Vyr said. "Yes I did. Would you like the details on how I fingered myself, too?" Christina suddenly sweltered inside her leathers. Her cotton shirt smothered her, and the linen band she used to wrap her breasts in seemed too tight. "Featherheads always twist words to fit their liking." "No, that's what humans do. They lie," Vyr protested with a squeak as he dug his beak into Christina's chest. His brow brushed against her breasts, making her shudder. "Are you a liar?" Christina shook her head vehemently. "Absolutely not." "Still, you explained your doings through an ambiguous question rather than telling me straight what you just did." Vyr raised his head at that, his gaze bearing into hers. "You claim you're honest and not ashamed of your heat? Prove it by slipping out of these ridiculous garments, then. A dragon only needs her hide to keep herself warm, and I am already doing that for you." Christina shrugged her petite shoulders. "Dragons happen to like heat, in case you didn't know." "Not when you're in heat," Vyr said. "Your pants are so ridiculously soaked they must feel worse than wet feathers." She flustered at such ridiculous affirmation. "What do you know of heat and how it affects the body, Vyr? You're not a female, and you never mated one." The gryphon's ears perked. "Did you ever mate?" Christina didn't respond. She just dropped onto her fours, crawled through Vyr's feathery sanctuary and stepped in front of him. Then, she began working on the buttons of her tanned leather tunic with curt jerks. Once done, she slipped out of it, undid the neck laces of her mud streaked cotton shirt, and threw it on the ground as well. The linen band soon followed, same for her pants. Once everything rested into a pile at her feet, Christina stepped up to Vyr's head until the gryphon fidgeted from her proximity. "I didn't mate, Vyr, and that's no lie of mine." "I know." "What else do you know?" Vyr's gaze settled on her vulva. His nostrils flared, and his beak shuddered. "That your body bears the most pleasant of shapes, that you're completely shameless and in heat." "Glad we sorted this out." She cradled by the gryphon's haunch and pulled his wing tighter against her naked form. "I knew you're in heat for a while," he said as he curled his neck to face her. His beak stopped inches from her lap, his gaze running back and forth between her eyes and her damp draconic pussy. "And did nothing about it?" She chuckled, and Vyr let out a soft squeak to join in. "Do what?" "Tell me that you know, so it wouldn't have to be weird." Her snout inched closer to his beak, until her nostrils pressed against its smooth surface. "How could you tell?" "Your fragrance became sharper, more potent," Vyr responded, his tone hushed all of a sudden. "It's different than a gryphon's, yet it has the same effect on me." Christina smirked and pushed his haunch aside with a paw to reveal his nestled erection. The gryphon's cock throbbed with want, and his light yellow shaft strained to contain his bulged knot. Vyr squeaked. His haunch sealed tight against his body, and his tail came in around it for good measure. "Don't peak," he squeaked. "Why? Afraid your instincts will overwhelm you to the point where we mate?" The reckless taunt fled Christina's shuddering lips. She draped a paw over her snout in panic a moment after and turned her head away from Vyr for ten thundering heartbeats. Once they passed, she chanced a glance at the gryphon's beak resting besides her thigh, his nostrils flared, his eyelids twitching with the strain to keep them closed. "Let's rest," he said. "We have bandits to kill come morrow." Christina tried to pull his head onto her lap, but Vyr didn't budge. She sneaked closer to his flank, then curled into a ball and spread a wing over her chest to cover her exposed parts. The silence gnawed at her conviction; it eroded her sudden burst of courage until she found herself shivering in spite of the warm tingles racing along her limbs. She had almost mated Vyr! Her only companion, and a feral gryphon at that, who had never touched a female of his kind. Her mind felt repulsed by the thought, yet her thighs moistened when a wave of heat traversed along her spine. "You have to mate. You want to mate, to have his cock sunk inside you up to his thick knot," her mating instinct echoed in the lonely depths of her mind. Christina pondered upon it, upon her own words and Vyr's. What was shame to a dragon? An obstacle, a mere nuisance that stood in the way of her fulfillment. She trusted Vyr with her life. Why not allow him to relieve himself inside her, while his knot relieved her of this damned heat? Christina took a deep breath before slithering a paw down her belly. She moaned when she snuck a finger inside her shivering crevice, loud enough to make Vyr crack an eye open, whimper, and shut it again. She took out her finger and gritted her teeth at her increasing lust. Her wings twitched, and her fingers trembled with the urge to pound away those overpowering tingles. She didn't. Not in front of Vyr, not while he was hard himself. Christina squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to sleep, hard as it came. She woke up with a cold shiver. "Vyr?" She mumbled, but no reply came. Christina draped her wings tighter across her torso as she rolled onto her bottom, yawning a toothy yawn. Her jaws popped, and her eyes watered slightly from the white light filtering through the twirling boughs above. She rubbed them once, then wrapped her arms around her bare chest, rubbing warmth into her magenta hide with the pads of her fingers. Why was it so cold? Shouldn't Vyr's wing keep the chilling gusts at bay? There was no Vyr. Only grass, smoothened to the ground where he slept, along with a white, gooey patch. Christina narrowed her gaze. She shuffled to it, dipped two fingers into the slimy substance and sniffed it once before snarling at its pungent, fertile touch. Gryphon cum. A few droplets of it, by the looks of it, spilled by a too aroused Vyr. Christina chuckled at the surprising turn last night took, only to growl a moment after. Last night they also talked about bandits. Bandits that Vyr went after alone! Her stomach sank at the realization, and her ears rang from how hard her temples pounded. Christina went by the pool of clothes, strapped the linen around her breasts to keep them from bouncing, then slid into the rest of her garb without even pausing for breath. She winced when the rough leather kissed her smooth, sensitive, wet nether lips, and wobbled towards the saddle and saddlebags Vyr left behind. Each step, each brush of leather against her aroused crevice fueled her rising climax. Blasted damnation, why was she so horny? Even as she strapped the twin swords to her waist, her head swam with a heavy lust, and her pussy squeezed out more arousal to trickle down her thighs. Christina roared her irritation at herself, then took off with a mighty flap of her wings. Great timing, for Vyr to go out on his own right when her heat reached its peak. "Gallant bastard," Christina hissed in the wind. "If you get more than a mere scratch I'll..." she trailed off at that, and swallowed the lump in his throat. Words did nothing to alleviate her anxiety. They enflamed it, to the point where Christina couldn't even keep her flight straight. Her whole frame shook from the tremors, and her fists tightened so hard the tips of her claws nicked her palms. Vyr's been into more battles than any gryphon, she thought. What's a bunch of pitiful humans to him? The answer loomed in the horizon in the form of a thin line of black smoke. Christina's breath stuck in her throat, yet she flapped harder, harder, then dove into the clearing, unsheathed her swords, and skidded to a stop. Every bandit was dead, their necks torn, their bellies disemboweled by talon marks. A singed corpse snuffed out the bonfire. That's why the smoke was black. The fellow burned to a crisp, too. Similar grisly sights surrounded the camp, with dead bandits wrapped into the torn cloth of their tents. And, in the middle of the camp, Vyr preening his left wing, an iron clad bandit resting under his talons. He had a crow etched into his gleaming shoulder plates, and wore the blood red scarf of his kind. "This fellow's cries woke up the rest. I had to kill his henchmen before before I dove upon this great leader," Vyr said, then clacked his beak and released a sharp, mirthful squawk. "His men died around him, and all he did was stumble and fall, weighed down by the plate he slept with." "That's not his. It belonged to a guard of the Upper City," Christina said, her voice hoarse. Vyr's talons clenched around the gleaming metal. "If he slept last night naked, like you did, maybe his fate differed." Christina flushed, and Vyr shifted his body and draped a wing over the cut along his left flank. She paled. "I've seen it," she hissed. "Vyr, I--" The gryphon limped towards her, revealing a second gash that split the scutes of a foreleg. Christina gasped at the glimpse of ivory peeking through the layers of torn flesh and blood. That wound was bone-deep! "Scratches. These fellow slept like chicks smothered by a gryphon mother." Christina pushed aside his beak, knelt to inspect his wound, and stumbled when Vyr pushed his head into her chest, trilling. "It looks worse than it feels, Christina. I had worse--" "Steel bearing chicks that almost severed your forepaw," Christina cried out. "You forgot our bond, our deal, our--" His beak thrust into her chest, snuffing out her words. "You can rant while we fly," Vyr said. She hugged his neck, fondled his ears with a paw while stroking his brow with the other. "What did I hear about patching your wounds first?" Vyr stiffened. "That's not what I said. Only humans turn a scratch into a mortal wound." Christina dabbed a talon at Vyr's foreleg. The gryphon lunged back, shrieking in pain. An earsplitting roar answered him, deep enough to ruffle Vyr's feathers and make Christina's tail curl around a thigh. Her fingers clenched around the handle of her swords to draw them out of their sheath, her grip feeble and her poise wavering. "Dragon," she growled. "Vyr, fly away. You can't fight a dragon, not so soon after..." The dragon burst from the canopies and out into the skies, its wings broad enough to cast rippling shadows upon the duo. It roared again, tucked them to its sides and broke into a dive. Christina froze. She had never seen a feral dragon, never fought one, never spoke to one. And this one, the first dragon she had ever encountered, dove towards her with killing intent. Vyr's screech filled her ears. All she could muster was a whimper before he launched himself into the sky. No. Feral dragons had scales. Vyr's talons would do nothing to it! "Vyr, flee, you can't--won't--" His body angled left to position himself right above her and take the impact in her stead. Christina crouched, flared her wings, but her flaps were feeble, her knees shaking. How could one fight such a beast? Its light grey wings were thrice bigger than hers, and its slate colored bulk was covered with almost indestructible scales. Scales that neither her blades could pierce nor Vyr's talons. She opened her maw to deliver another warning to Vyr, but no sound came. Only the pounding of her heart filled her ears. Then, the screech came, raw and sickening. Gryphon and dragon collided, swiping at each other with a flurry of strikes while they danced in the sky. Being the smaller of the two, Vyr shot towards the dragon's flanks like an arrow, striking at his opponent's sides during a mere second before he disengaged from the snapping dragon with surprising agility. Christina's heart clenched in her chest. For every lightning-fast strike Vyr delivered, the dragon twisted his neck faster to snap at him, and his long tail whipped at Vyr whenever he darted in for his smooth, vulnerable wings. He was learning, adjusting... Vyr's shriek drew a gasp from Christina. The dragon's talons wrapped around Vyr's shoulders for a fleeting moment, tearing off fistfuls of feathers before the gryphon banked out of harm's way and pushed himself upwards in a barrel roll. The slate dragon froze in the air, unable to follow Vyr for long. His eyes fixated on Christina instead, his slits narrow in a hazel field.
Then, Vyr emerged above him, swooping down towards a wing to draw several rakes with his talons before swerving away from the dragon's retaliation, a storm of talons and teeth and roars. And shouts? A speckle of color marred the dragon's back, all brown and red against the dragon's slate hide. Christina squinted from the sun's glare, and hissed when she finally made it out. A saddle, and a human to fill it! A human wearing a blood red scarf wrapped around his scalp. Vyr dove towards the forest when the dragon gave chase, his flight unsteady as he sought the cover of the treetops. Good. A dragon with a wingspan that size wouldn't follow an agile gryphon into that deathtrap. "Leave the bird, damn you. Dive towards her!" The human bellowed as the dragon flapped towards Vyr. Something snapped inside Christina. A human, giving orders to a dragon?! Sudden strength coursed through her limbs, her wings, her wrists. The handles of the swords cracked in her steely grip before she lunged into the air, flapping with all her might to catch up to the dragon She felt no fatigue, no fear, no remorse for what she was about to do. It was only her, the wind caressing her hide, and the shouting wretch mounted atop the dragon's back. The dragon swerved after Vyr, and so did Christina. "Around, around you thrice-damnable beast! Turn around and kill the little brat first!" The dragon turned. That's when Vyr performed a tight loop to come around the dragon and latched upon his back, shrieking and pecking at the dragon's left wing joint. The dragon roared in pain as he swatted his tail across his back, upon Shy's vulnerable form. It caught him his flank, swiping him aside. Christina's heart skipped a beat at the free falling gryphon, but her eyes remained focused on the slate colored dragon. "Take no commands from a human, dragon!" She yelled. "Their words are poison, their promises false, and their doings only serve to benefit them. Never you!" "Pitiful wretch! Kill her already!" The Rider jerked the dragon's reins several times as his mount shot towards Vyr, who began performing loops around Christina. He heard. He knew of her plan, and the dragon had no hope to keep up with him. He didn't. He shook his head when the human poked his neck with a gleaming metal, then rolled left, towards her. Christina dove, but not fast enough. The dragon's shadow loomed above her, a mass of clattering jaws and talons. Vyr shot into the dragon's side, sending him toppling towards the forest for a curt moment before it recovered with a twist of its body. Vyr cawed his surprise, flapped to flee from the encroaching talons. They caught his hindquarters, sank into them as the dragon's head snaked for Vyr's neck. His jaws bit a mouthful of feathers from the wailing gryphon before the human raised his hand and brought down the same gleaming metal upon the dragon's neck. "The magenta dragon! Leave the bird and kill her already!" The dragon hesitated, hovering on the spot, unable to focus on either of his two targets. That's what Christina needed. She hurled herself forward with a mighty flap, then tucked her wings for a dive when she approached the dragon's back. With a flick of her tail, she angled her body straight towards the human, her swords pointed forward. They sank through his torso up to the hilt. Christina didn't even hear his dying moans as they rolled from the dragon's back, falling in a heap of thrashing limbs. Christina ended the human's writhing with a swift bite to the neck, then let go of her swords. The last bandit fell until the green canopies swallowed him. "Vyr," Christina mouthed. Her stomach lurched with fear, and blood froze in her veins when she noticed his burgundy feathers in the clearing where the bandits camped. She glided towards him, regardless of where the dragon was. Vyr stood on his haunches, his head lolling, his breath shallow, his eyes half closed. Christina yelped at the wide patch of blood caked feathers along his neck and fell to her knees. Her eyes bulged as her chest tightened so hard she couldn't breathe from the panic. She coughed hoarsely, staggered to her feet, only to fall back onto her knees. Vyr. Vyr was dying, wasn't he? The dragon's bite--it cut deep, so deep Vyr... Stars speckled her vision from the shock. She trudged up to Vyr's chest, then forced herself up on her feet and wiped away the tears flooding her eyes. "There must be...something around this...this camp, their camp. Bandits get wounded all the time. They must have healing poultices, potions, whatever--whatever they have..." "Don't," Vyr murmured. "I'm dazed. Just dazed. It will pass. The wound is not that deep." Christina's heart constricted at how low his voice was, and how shudders crept through it. She turned around, strode forward... And skidded to a stop, her wings flared as she roared at the dragon that landed in front of her. He drew back with a yelp, then rolled to his side to present her the light gray of his belly. Vyr lunged at the dragon with an earsplitting shriek, drawing crimson furrows across his chest with his talons and pecking at his snout with terse strokes. The dragon writhed under the assault, shielding himself with his front paws and buffeting wings as he squeaked and whimpered in submission. "Wait, don't...stop!" Christina shrilled. Vyr disengaged from his opponent, wheezing, his posture stiff and his wings stretched high above his body. Christina leaped in front of Vyr, stretched an arm in front of him to block his advance as the dragon continued to stare at them from his lowly position. Thin gashes spread across both of his wings, talon punctures lined along his chest, and his inner thighs were scraped raw and bleeding thick, crimson blood. Yet he didn't whimper, not even once. All he did was stare, and dip his head whenever Vyr's harsh gaze settled on him. "He's submitting," Christina said to Vyr with a hushed voice. "Slaves tend to do that. They submit to their master's killer to seek penance, only to betray you in the night," Vyr shrieked. His talons clenched and groped fistfuls of dirt, and his beak clacked menacingly. Christina looked at Vyr, then back at the dragon. Her head swam from her recent ordeal, and the dragon's piercing hazel gaze still sent shudders down her spine. "I submit," the dragon spoke with a crisp clear, deep voice, "because that's the only thing left for me to do." His nostrils flared at Christina as he raised his head to look into her eyes. "You massacred my tribe. Swooped upon the last good humans in the land. Why?" Christina's maw turned numb at the acid coating the dragon's words. Good humans? These bandits?! "The only good thing about bandits is their death," Vyr said as he stepped in front of Christina. The dragon cocked his head, blinking fast. "My words somehow reached to you, dragon. You listened to me while we were enemies. Listen to me now, when we're friends." Vyr cawed his protest at that, but Christina brushed past him to approach the dragon with slow, shuffling steps. "Your tribe lied to you. They turned a free being of the sky into a beast. You heard what your Rider called you!" Christina shouted when the dragon snarled at her. "A mindless beast!" "He was angry," the dragon growled. "Anger is his illness." "His words are the illness," Christina countered. "As proven by his actions. Show me your neck." The dragon rolled onto his belly, hissing and snapping at Christina tersely. "There's nothing to see." "Then you will show me, and I will leave you alone. We both will." The dragon swung his neck to the side to expose the bleeding cuts where his Rider's sword split his scales and hide apart. "He was angry. He does that when he's angry. Those who massacred his tribe angered him." "To the point where he harms a member of his tribe?" Christina asked. "I don't know." "You do." His head shot towards her, his gaze narrow. "I don't. He said dragons are gone, yet you're here..." "A dragon that you wanted to kill," Vyr screeched. The dragon lowered his head to the ground and closed his eyes. "I didn't. The master wanted her dead. I just did what he said to avoid the pain." Christina flinched at the gashes drawn across the dragon's neck, where the human's blade struck him. And not only this time. His scales flecked in patches to expose the scarred, grey hide underneath. "Why did you obey such scum, dragon? When a swipe of your talons is all it takes to earn your freedom?" The dragon's gray tongue poked out of his mouth to flick across his snout. His gaze raised to meet Christina's, then sank into the ground again. "He was my father, and they--" he sprawled a wing to encompass the dead bandits, "my tribe, thinned to a few remaining survivors by the neighboring kingdoms and shunned by everybody. They had no land of their own, no homes, and no family left. Just like me." Vyr stepped towards the dragon, his beak wide open to allow a thin, constant shriek. "Mindless, flying lizard, that bends his ear to humans without even contesting..." he trailed off and wrapped his talons around the dragon's neck, right under his chin. Christina yelped, her paw stretched forward to touch Vyr's taut haunch. "Humans twist minds. That's what they do, Vyr. We both know it, and now he knows as well." Vyr jerked his head back and forth, as if searching for the weak spot in the dragon's neck to deliver his killing blow. "Our task is to kill bandits, all of them," he spoke with surprising smoothness. "He's a bandit." "He's also a dragon." Christina massaged Vyr's haunch, then trailed her paw across his flank, where three bloody furrows raked it, and up to Vyr's twitching ears. She cupped one to fondle. "Too far from the mountains, just like me." She continued to stroke his nape as she glanced down at the dragon. "Shouldn't he get the same treatment like I did? To find his home, to find a mate, to raise hatchlings?" Vyr broke off with a shrill and a flap of his wings. Christina's jaws tightened. One thing she disliked was being left alone in such situations. By the one she wanted to mate, nevertheless!" She approached the wary dragon and placed a paw upon his snout. "What's your name, dragon?" "Ranthar." "Past is past. We have no dealings with the past." She sighed and drew back several steps. "You're free, Ranthar," Christina said. "Free to fly wherever you please." Ranthar's nostrils flared. He blinked once, then poked his snout forward, sniffing at Christina's lower belly once before drawing back with a snort. Christina flinched when he gathered his paws underneath him to rise onto his shivering limbs. He was smaller than he seemed up there, his shoulders barely passing Christina in height. His serpentine neck towered above her, ending with an angular head bearing the most pleasant of shapes. His snout thinned towards the tip, just like hers, and his black horns were smooth and curved along the back of his skull. The rest of his body, unlike Vyr's, was twice as big, with muscular haunches and a tail so long Christina found herself staring at it. His wounded wings drooped at his sides a moment after, and so did his gaze. "You are graceful as you are kind, bipedal sibling." His head cocked. "But freedom...it's something foreign to me." "I keep no slaves," Christina hissed. "Nor will you, from now on. Kill only if you must, take that which is not taken, and find love where love is to be found. Now go," she said, straining to keep her shudders out of her voice. Ranthar didn't go. Not before sniffing at her groin once again. "You're in heat." "I'm in heat," Christina said at the same time with Ranthar. He shook his head and licked his snout several times, grumbling. "It's..unlike any other scent I encountered," Ranthar said. His limbs buckled, then he hurled himself into the air with a few terse flaps. Christina watched the light gray underside of his tail, his similarly colored feet, and the growing erection he sported between his haunches. Christina's wings jerked with the urge to follow him, to see more than just the tip of a light gray member, but froze still when Vyr landed besides her. "He's a killer, not deserving of your kindness." Christina rested a hand on the gryphon's beak. "Everybody is, especially those who are manipulated into killing against their will." Vyr sighed and dipped his head, but the fire didn't leave his eyes. "Aren't slaves lost without their master, to wander in search of that which they don't understand?" "Give him time," Christina said. She took a deep breath as her body shuddered in remembrance of the dragon's soft whiffs at her groin. "His instincts will guide him towards a mate, one that shall offer him the fulfillment he needs." "Killing the farmers that defend the livestock he'll prey upon can be equally fulfilling," Vyr retorted. "Not more than a female's slick insides around his tight member," Christina shot back. Vyr snorted at that. "That's your heat speaking. Any male that gauges you suddenly seems a likely mate." Christina wrapped her arms around Vyr's neck and placed her chin upon his beak to stare straight into his eyes. "Even you?" "I am--I am..." Vyr clacked his beak due to nervousness and whipped his tail across his back. "You are a male, yes," Christina cooed. "One that probably wonders how it feels to mate." Vyr's ears flattened in submission as his eyes darted around, unable to gaze into Christina's. "We have to fly back to grab the saddle and its bags, is what we have to do. I'm growing dizzy. Need a healing poultice, food in my belly, and rest." "You said your wounds are mere scratches," Christina said. She changed a look at his neck, yet no fresh blood stained the dried one. "That was before the dragon..." he began fidgeting as his frame stiffened. "Convenient, yet there is one part of a male's body that never lies." Christina licked his beak and drew back, her lips twitching with the effort to suppress her smile after peeking under Vyr's tail. He claimed he was dizzy and weak, yet his erect member didn't even throb--it lurched with pent-up lust. A short gasp escaped her muzzle at how big her Vyr grew--big enough to send rippling shudders down her thighs. Her crevice dampened with renewed arousal, and warm shudders crept through her taut frame, relaxing her muscles, her mind, leaving nothing but the faint pulsing of her needy lips. Christina's cheeks reddened instantly, and she suddenly sweltered inside the confines of her clothing. She had to get out of them, like she did last night. Toss them aside and... She moaned when Vyr's tightness flashed through her mind, all thick and ruddy and pulsating with needy throbs. And gryphon cocks were so different from a dragon's! Vyr's had a tapered tip bearing a conical shape, growing in thickness up to his great knot that was supposed to keep females in place, during their peak. Or so he claimed. The thought alone made Christina's knees melt and her breath to grow into silent huffs. "...tina. Christina!" She yelped and shuddered back to her senses when something warm and feathery poked at her shoulder. Vyr's cheek. "Hmm?" "I thought--you were staring and I--are you ready to fly back to our camp?" Vyr huffed too, and he kept switching his weight from one side to the other while his tail flicked and his wings jerked in their sockets. "No," she said. "The only thing I want right now is to mate." Vyr released a muffled squeak and covered his head with a wing. "It's just...it's just the heat. Let it pass. I--" She couldn't. Not when her thighs were thoroughly soaked in her arousal. Christina grabbed the gryphon's head and caressed the sides of his beak until the male's uncertain gaze finally fixated on her. "I want to mate with you. Stop this pretense and give me a straight answer. Will you mate me?" The gryphon released a high pitched squawk and took a step back. "Christina..." She grinned, grabbed his beak and licked it again while fondling his ears. "What's holding you back?" "Our friendship," Vyr squeaked. "I never mated, I'm unworthy, I will--will do something wrong and hurt you somehow and..." "Stop," Christina said. Unworthy? Did he really believe that? She licked his beak again, then took several jittery steps back and pulled down her leggings to expose her swollen draconic pussy. She winced as her muscles clenched in anticipation when Vyr's eyes absorbed the delightful sight. She whirled on her heels a moment after, went onto her fours, and offered herself to Vyr. "You know what to do." "No, I don't." His voice shuddered from the sheer lust building inside him. "You're a dragoness and--" "A female," Christina interrupted. "One that waits to be taken by the one male who I trust and love." She didn't have to glance back. Vyr's shadow already loomed above her. Christina shuddered and let out a soft moan as his downy feathers brushed against her wings. His limbs fell at her sides, and his chest pressed against her back. Then, his haunches squeezed hers, hard enough to keep her in place for what followed. Christina's talons dug into the ground as a tantalizing ripple washed through her. She was about to mate. Was about to... "Nghh," she whined when hot, tight, squirting meat poked through her lips and into her clenching tunnel. Vyr cried his bliss above her, and slid more of his cock inside her. Christina squeezed her eyes shut against the relentless throbs of his cock and the elation they brought to her shuddering depths. Little by little, the gryphon parted her slick insides, stretching her, caressing her with his tiny spines and nubs of tight flesh, pushing her to the peak of her pleasure. Her wings fluttered, and Vyr's haunches began to shudder with climactic ripples. He spurted so much and so often inside her, Christina couldn't tell if it was pre or if he already came. Gryphons were so delightfully different from dragons, and every jet stimulated her already frayed senses. Christina tried to hold back a moment longer, to feel more of Vyr stretching her. She couldn't. A spasm traversed her muscles, followed by the most intense wave of pleasure Christina ever felt. She tried to growl, roar, whine, but the sounds died in her throat as her body stiffened to allow her to savor every overwhelming shudder of pleasure that coursed through her. She clenched tight around Vyr, so tight that the gryphon's balance wavered as his earsplitting shriek burst from his beak. Christina roared in unison with him as his seed flooded her nether depths, splashing against her sensitive walls with enough might to amplify her climax to the point where breath left her body. Pleasure overwhelmed her. Pleasure flared her senses like they had never been flared before. And each throb, every jerk of Vyr's cock inside her, enflamed it. Christina leaned her head against the ground while her body reached the height of her orgasmic peak, whining with every surge of femcum gushing out of her. Vyr remained inside her, tight like when he first came, his knot shivering against her lips from his orgasmic spurts. Christina slammed her hindquarters against it, trying to let it inside her, but her walls were already so tight, and Vyr still gushed out thick, rich spurts inside her. Christina rolled to the side when her muscles loosened, panting and utterly spent. Combined fluids coated her thighs with slick, ivory sheen, and more dripped from her pussy, bloated to the brim with thick gryphon seed. She turned her head to watch a cawing Vyr, who staggered around while his blood engorged member still spurted thin strands of seed. He fell on his side, trying to grab and hold his member still forepaw. Too coarse. He winced, got up, thrust feebly into the air, then crashed onto his chest due to momentum. He shrieked again as his member brushed against the ground. "Vyr...Vyr..." Christina mumbled, too spent to even form words. "Come here." By the time he did, his shrinking knot already retreated back into his furred sheath. His member stopped jerking and spewing seed, and began to shrivel. The gryphon crashed on his back to avoid putting weight on his flank wounds. Christina crawled towards him to rest her head on his feathery chest. "I need...to rest," she whispered. Vyr responded with a thin, sporadic squeak. He panted, and his head lolled to the side, his beak half parted to allow his little tongue out. Christina smirked at the sight, then closed her eyes. Her head whirled from her draining orgasm, and sleep took her before she even knew it. She woke up in Vyr's clutch, his talons gently wrapped around her and his wing draped tight against her frame. The feathery shelter muffled the heavy scents of the dead, yet Christina still coughed from the pungent touch of too much human blood. Vyr tensed up at that. His talons flexed around her, and his head poked through the barrier of plumes. "Go back to sleep," Vyr cooed. Thick, impenetrable darkness surrounded them. Even Christina's draconic eyes had difficulties making out anything past the dead bandits and the tree line. "Night already?" Vyr's beak drooped for a moment before his ears perked. "Yes. Now rest, dearest." "I am rested. You aren't." She grabbed Vyr's shivering beak to stroke him. "You didn't even close your eyes. Not even for a moment." "That dragon may come back to finish what his master commanded him to." Vyr tried to wriggle his head out of Christina's grip, but his strength faltered. "No he won't." Christina frowned. "And you're trembling like a leaf." A jolt of panic ran through Christina's frame, rousing her senses and putting sense into her numb muscles. "I'll fly to grab the saddlebags and treat your wounds." Vyr squawked in protest and curled his neck around Christina to keep her still. "I'll fly with you. Can't leave you alone, unwatched, not even for the span of a blink." Christina scoffed while pushing at the gryphon's neck. "Ridiculous. The only threats in these woods were the bandits." "That dragon isn't." Christina ceased her struggle and allowed Vyr's head to cover her lap. "He's a dragon, not a bandit. Dragons can't be bandits. A mount, is what he was." "One that knows you're in heat," Vyr said as he brought a wing down upon Christina. "I'm not letting you go alone. Not ever." Christina opened her maw, then closed it when a warm shudder crept through her being. Her stomach fluttered, her heart swelled, and her features softened. "I still am your wing guard, Vyr. A mating doesn't change that." "It does. I..." he released a soft, drawn-out squeak. "I'm your mate now." His wide, hopeful eyes bore into hers. "Are you my mate as well?" That one word stunned Christina. She yelped in surprise, then licked at Vyr's beak several times to bide her time. Dragons didn't choose the first partner they mated as a mate like gryphons did, nor did they mate for life. A dragon could mate however many males she wished, as long as she stayed with the last one to raise her clutch. "I am," Christina said, her tone hushed yet adamant. She had known that for a while, ever since she contemplated mating with Vyr last summer. "I am your mate, Vyr." Vyr trilled as he pressed her tight to his chest, his cheeks brushing against her sides, her breasts. Christina giggled at first and joined her mate's mirth by nipping and licking his twitching ears. Then, her gleeful laughter died in her throat when pained squeaks escaped Vyr every time his wings connected with his wounds. She pushed his neck to the side, pretending to caress his nape, before lunging to the side with a flap-enhanced jump. Vyr rolled onto his feet, squawked at her and unfurled his wings. "Don't even dare," Christina hissed. "You'll stay here and rest and never attempt to follow me." It must've been her commanding tone, for Vyr dropped onto his belly and hid his beak under a wing. "May your return be swift," he said with a hint of irritation. Christina didn't even waste time replying. She burst into the air, growling when the night's breeze whipped at her seed drenched pussy. She clamped her thighs shut to compensate for the lack of pants, only to wince at how slick she felt down there. Her discomfort only lasted until blessed moonlight spilled past the edge of a cloud, its silvery rays revealing everything to Christina's eyes. She noticed squirrels resting among the treetops, owl flying back and forth, hooting to one another, and the paw shaped clearing where Vyr's saddlebags were. Her heart swelled in her chest as she angled her body into a dive before sprawling her wings to land. She grabbed the three saddlebacks, tied them around her neck and held the saddle under her armpit. The extra load weighed her down, forcing her to flap twice as much to remain in the air as she flew back towards the bandit clearing. It was empty but for the decaying bodies and the small puddle of cum she leaked during her mating with Vyr. Christina's heart skipped a beat. She whimpered, then clenched her jaws to muffle it. Vyr...that rascal featherhead! Why couldn't he stay put when he was told to? Christina launched herself into the sky to glide above the treetops, her eyes scanning for every trace of nocturnal activity. Everything was infuriatingly still. No sounds, no movement. Only silence. A screech made Christina shudder. It was deep, smooth, just like Vyr's. She banked towards it, then growled when she spotted the outline of her mate, lying on his belly on the sandy bank of a dried river. "I almost ate one of the bandits. I had my talons pressed against his soft, succulent belly." He raised his head. "I chose to fly away before my hunger forced me to do it." "Even when I told you not to?" Vyr's ears flattened across the back of his skull. "We mated today, and I already went against your request." "For a good reason, by the looks of it," Christina said as she shrugged her shoulders and flicked her wrist to dismiss the topic. "There's no reason good enough to betray the trust of my mate so easily." His head dipped, so low to the ground his beak dug halfway into the coarse sand. "I apologize." "I'll only accept your apology if you stand completely still." She dropped her load on the ground, then fumbled through the saddlebags for linen bandages, a jar of healing salve, a bundle of herbs, a bowl and a wooden spoon. Vyr craned his head towards the items she placed on the ground and let out a thin squeak. "Adder's tongue, to help seal the wounds," he said. "Drake tears as well, firebloom, silverleaf, arrowblooms as well. Salve mixed with the paste of these herbs and a good night's rest is all you need to brave the skies tomorrow." She favored him a curt smile. "Just in time to catch me breakfast." Vyr's stomach rumbled audibly at the mention of food. "Because I'm doing the catching tonight," Christina added as she untied the bundle of herbs and hurled it into the bowl. "No you don't," Vyr said, screeching to emphasize his point. "I'll follow you, go against your word, and apologize again. But I will follow you." Christina sighed. She scratched one ear with a paw while the other grabbed the jar of healing salve, uncorked it, then emptied it into the bowl before mashing everything together with the wooden spoon. "That dragon's long gone, Vyr. Let go of him yourself." "Would if I could. A male doesn't simply let a female in heat go away, and he's a dragon." "He's a quadruped, a feral, one that has little in common with me. He even has scales..." Christina trailed off as she remembered his imposing hide, glistening under the dying sun's rays like liquid iron. "And a mating instinct far stronger than yours," Vyr added with a clack of his beak. "The mind can only resist for so long when instincts cloud your judgment." Christina rolled her eyes. She began pounding the herbs to a pulp with strong enough swings to make the bowl rattle. "My judgment is crisp clear, and, before you ask, I didn't mate you on a whim. I had it in mind since last year." Her eyes darted towards Vyr just in time to notice his shuddering beak, his twitching ears, his rapid blinks. "Then why didn't you do it?" He tucked his head under a wing right away, making Christina chuckle. "It didn't seem right, for the bipedal to mate the feral. But then, this heat came, and I..." she sighed and lowered her gaze to her bowl as she gripped it tighter. "I let my instincts guide me, and then, it happened. And I want to do it again. Preferably tonight." Her voice dropped to a whisper by the end. If Vyr heard it, he showed no signs of it. "Instincts are never wrong. We just believe they are, sometimes." His chin lowered on top of his healthy front paw, and a great sigh rushed through his flared nostrils. "It shouldn't be wrong to eat the dead. Prey, predator, feral, bipedal, they're all meat." Christina shuddered at the topic, but kept stirring her smooth mixture. "And I was so hungry, so dizzy. I had the corpse in my talons, a juicy morsel that I hunted myself." He cawed and scratched at an ear with his talons. "I flew away before I did it." "Why didn't you? It's just meat, and you bear more wounds than any of my mates have the right to." Vyr's gaze shot upwards, towards the twinkling stars. "I never ate humans, Christina, not even when their traps and spears and crossbows crippled my family and forced them to flee their territory. You know that." She nodded. If she didn't convince the villagers to cut the net and let Vyr follow her for a hefty sum of gold.... Her head swirled at the mere notion of never flying with him, cuddling with him, mating him. "Their village was already there when my parents came and sprayed the trees with their scent to make it their territory. We intruded, and they tried to fight back, to reclaim what was lost. Why hunt the predator that defends his spoils and young?" "That didn't stop you from feeding off their livestock," Christina said, smiling in her taunting way. "I didn't know they were spoils. Any prey that is stupid enough to graze in the open deserves to end up in a gryphon's talons." "And the shepherd that watched over the flock? His presence didn't stir your doubt?" Vyr shrieked. "He only had a cane, and I made sure to snatch my prize while he slept. Which he did. A lot." "And then, the guards with their crossbows came," Christina said. "They always missed. Me and my younger sister made a game of it too, to stand still and not twitch a wing before the crossbows loosened their bolts." Vyr released a series of sharp squawks, his beak clacking with amusement. "They still missed. Even when we stood still as stones. But they wore rags, and slept much, and screamed and ran to their dwellings faster than rabbits when we buffeted our wings at them. The metal bearing humans that followed were different..." Vyr's words came to a stop as he began preening a wing. "Keep that exactly the way it is," Christina said as she pushed herself onto her feet. "Need complete access to your flanks." Vyr stood still as a lamb while she smeared her paste over the sword cut above his right forepaw. The bite in his neck followed, a bloody mess that Christina had to use her claws on. Vyr squeaked in pain as she tugged at the clumped feathers hard enough to make them part and reveal the wound. Several punctures, lined up in a crescent arc, shallow enough to cause more worry than damage. She covered them in light green paste, then moved along the three rakes on his right side before smearing the long gash on his haunch. She used up the rest of the paste on several other cuts and scrapes and claw rakes, and bandaged only his neck and front leg before the cloth ran out. "Now rest. Don't mention anything about any dragon to stay up. That won't work a second time." Vyr squeaked in approval and opened his right haunch for her to crawl next to, the one that didn't bear any wounds. Christina did, but not before slipping out of her clothes, much to Vyr's discomfort. He thrust curt glances at her naked chest, and his hindquarters shifted several times to accommodate his erection. From the way Vyr rested, on his belly and with a haunch spread for Christina, she had full view of the gryphon's bulged sack and the growing member pushing out of his throbbing sheath. Hot wetness oozed from her shuddering lips, making her moan. She took a deep breath to contain her rising lust. Vyr needed to rest and heal, not mate. And yet, her heat clouded her senses, blotting out everything but for the constant ripples running through her nether depths. Each sapped her strength, little by little, until Christina crawled on her elbows up to Vyr's throbbing cock. It was small compared to her frame, yet big at the same time, with a smooth enough tip and tiny spines and bumps along its thick base that ended with his bulged knot. With each bob of his cock, it threatened to spill from his stretched sheath. It grew so big...almost as big as one of her breasts! Christina moaned at the thought of having it inside her, a thing so big and tight that would stretch her like she had never been stretched before. Vyr's tapered tip jerked, shooting thin strands of pre on her bare chest. One caught her upon a pink nipple, making her snout scrunch from the tantalizing wave of pleasure that rushed through her. She didn't think about the repercussions. She just grabbed Vyr by his sack, propped herself onto her elbows, and shoved his needy member straight between her light pink breasts. Vyr's lustful cry filled her ears, yet not as much as his cock filled the gap between her tits. She fondled his furred, golden orbs with a paw while the other rubbed against his length, across her taut nipples, up his member. A soft push against his sheath was all it took for Vyr's knot to spill out. His screech died in his throat, replaced by a deep, rumbling moan. In her overpowering haze of delight, Christina didn't even notice Vyr getting onto his feet. All she saw were his hindquarters, lowered next to the ground. All she felt were his terse, wild thrusts through the narrow gap between her breasts. Christina let go of Vyr's sack to squeeze her tits tight around her mate's cock, making the gryphon whimper his lust in the process. One part of him refused to go in, however. The knot. It swelled so hard, it pounded against Christina's bare breasts, drawing curt moans out of her tight muzzle with every stroke. From the size of an apple, it grew to rival the size of her own boobs. And it felt so smooth and hot to the touch! She wrapped two fingers around its base to squeeze it lightly, only to gasp when Vyr unleashed his torrent upon her with a harsh shriek. His member jerked out of her grip, bobbing up and down to slap her across her breasts, slap her snout, poke at her horns. Vyr's smooth, pink member was everywhere all of a sudden. Christina shut her eyes just in time to shield them from a jet of seed that splashed upon her face. It bore Vyr's fragrance, zesty and smooth, only stronger. His scent enflamed her senses, and the jerks of his cock between her boobs brought a shuddering ripple down her spine. Her elbows trembled as Vyr's hot seed slithered down her belly to reach her nether lips. She was already teetering on the verge of her own climax. One stroke, just one stroke would... Christina pushed aside Vyr's pesky member as she turned around. The gryphon's hindquarters still thrust feebly, yet enough to send Vyr's tightness into her flanks, to ram it into the base of her tail, and finally, into her pussy. She moaned, only to clench her jaws and hiss when Vyr began pounding her with renewed vigor. The terse strokes took her breath away, made her wings flutter from her impending climax. Emboldened by her clenching insides around his member, Vyr thrust harder, faster, enough to plunge his knot straight through her crevice. Christina's head shot upwards, a gasp escaping her tight throat instead of a roar. That's all she managed, with so much of Vyr's tight length inside of her. His knot stretched her walls to their limits and beyond, and the tremors wracking his members, along with his strong jets splashing into the depths of her extra sensitive tunnel paralyzed her body. She crashed on her chest, unable to breathe or moan or flick her tail. That's how strong her orgasm hit her. It felt like liquid fire, pulsing inside her before dispersing through her, forcing every fiber of her body to tighten, loosen and tighten again as she rode out her orgasm. A drawn-out moan left Christina's numb snout once her walls loosened enough around Vyr for the gryphon to push his gushing member out of her. Everything felt either numb, stiff, or burning, like her seed drenched pussy. She sneaked a finger inside, wincing at how sensitive she was after such overwhelming climax. Her eyes drooped with fatigue, and her head spun from the sheer intensity of Vyr's thrusts, of his bulged knot inside her. She smiled up at him when Vyr's head turned. "That's your definition of rest?" he inquired. "I know I'll--I will rest...well enough," she mumbled. Vyr stretched a wing above her to shield her seed drenched frame from the chilling wind. It coated her chest, arms, thighs, painting her magenta hide in ivory white. Most of it dribbled onto the ground in thin, sticky lines, but Christina didn't wipe herself. Vyr's strong scent soothed her, as did his warm seed inside her. She blinked, but didn't have the strength to open her eyes again. "This is ridiculous," she growled to the gryphon towering above her. "I can't even mate properly." "You are more than proper," Vyr cooed. "In your world. In mine, dragons don't practically pass out before they even crawl up to their mates to cuddle." "Gryphon females do, at the peak of their heat. Their climax hits them hard and fast, and ends just as quickly to leave them exhausted." Christina scoffed. "I'm no gryphon, Vyr, no matter how I feel down there." "Like the smoothest of silks," Vyr said along with a mellow squawk. Christina blushed, so fierce her cheeks seethed. She turned her head away from Vyr, urging the gryphon's shadow to retreat from her. "Regardless, you're still a female, filled with fertile seed. If a gryphon would hunt after her mating, she would spill most of it during her flight. Better for her to rest under the caress of her afterglow." "Mhm," Christina grunted. "I call that weakness." "There is no weakness involved in giving your clutch the best chance." Christina shuddered at that, and her gaze drooped to the coarse sand below. Vyr's seed already seeped into it, making it harden in strange formations bearing even stranger shapes. Christina scooped up one such shape, only to have it crumble before it even made it to her palm. That's what Vyr's seed was to her. Crumbling hopes. It wouldn't quicken, nor make her heat go away. "I'll have no clutch, Vyr." She lifted her gaze to match his wavering one. "I accepted that the moment I mated you. I'm fine with it." Vyr's beak shuddered. His head tilted back and forth between the saddlebags, never settling. "I shouldn't mate with you again. It was enough, it was--" "The best choice I made after rescuing you," Christina intervened. "I don't know how a dragon feels, but you fill me perfectly." "With nothing but slimy goo." Vyr's poise crumbled, and his voice shook. Christina growled at that. She scrambled onto her feet and, with a flap-enhanced leap, she landed besides his beak. "Look at me." She grabbed his beak and forced him to face her. "I'm your mate now. You said it yourself. A clutch changes nothing." Vyr squeaked and squirmed in her grip, but Christina didn't relent. "What am I, Vyr?" "The mate I can't ever please." He jerked free, then dashed away from her and took off with broad, steady wing beats. "Your bandages will fall off, pride-filled featherhead!" She roared to what was reduced to a patch of burgundy in the sky. She spread her wings and bent her knees for a jump, yet only hissed and whipped the ground with her bladed tail. Gryphons had their moments. No words, no desperate chase in the sky to convince them otherwise, changed that. Christina flew along the riverbed instead, up to a beaver-made dam that dried up this portion of the river and to the waterfall that supplied the water. She landed upon the slick rocks, her talons scraping for purchase as she shuffled into the curtain of freezing water. She only loitered long enough for Vyr's seed to wash off, then she flew back to their camp. Vyr waited her with a spotted deer, already skinned, with the juicy organs resting on the side and the smelly entrails buried somewhere where she didn't see or feel their stench. "I thought males only spill seed when they mate, not the knowledge of who was supposed to hunt this meal." "A male provides," Vyr said with a bow. "As long as he can fly, that is." "And who provides the extra bandages--oh," Christina said when Vyr rotated on the spot to show his paste covered wounds, bandages included. "I'll let you off, if only because you took the time to bury the disgusting innards." Christina lifted a finger and swayed her tail menacingly when Vyr backed away from the kill. "Now you're just trying your luck." She hurled the heart in his direction and glared at him until he grabbed it in his beak. "Better. This as well." She prepared to grab the liver when a half of the heart landed upon her wrist with a wet squelch. It was Vyr's turn to glare and clack his beak until she rolled her eyes and bit into the fleshy morsel. "So now that we're mates, I'll have to put up with this?" She asked after gulping down. "Or eat everything you please before I do." "Gryphon logic."Christina couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous demand. "Let the male starve while the female gets fat. "The female eats not only for herself, but for her clutch," Vyr added. Christina licked her lips at that, flattened her ears and divided everything into equal portions before gobbling her share. "I need to stretch my wings. Don't follow me." Vyr raised his bloodied beak from the deer carcass. He squeaked his puzzlement at her, but blinked in approval. Christina flew away without looking back at her mate. His leaf-green eyes made her stomach churn and her blood boil. He should despise her for being nothing but a barren husk for his seed, not hunt for her. He made his intentions known, too. He no longer wanted to mate her, and even if he did, it would be because Christina had talked him into doing it. Tears sprung from the corners of her eyes, turning her gaze blurry. She landed on top of the nearest hill she found, crumbled onto her knees and let the tears slither down her cheeks. "We'll make...make it work somehow," she said through her sobs. "He just needs time--time to accept a lonely life, without young to rise." Or would he? Time healed, but time also made shallow wounds fester if left untreated. Christina cupped her face in her palms and growled her pain and frustration. It hurt, but each tug at her heart served to remind her just what instincts did to her bipedal kind. They addled her mind and body, to the point where she would have let any male with a big enough cock to mate her. She stiffened at the realization, and her mind lurched at the truth in it. She would have mated with any feral male, if only to get rid of that pestering tingle. Why did it have to be Vyr? Why not a wolf, or one of the bigger species of cats, or...or... The beating of wings made her flinch. She went up onto her swaying limbs and raised her arms to cover her face from the gusts of wind thrown by the slate dragon's wings. He landed in front of her, his head held low and his tail tucked between his legs. "You again," she rasped, then swallowed hard to clear her throat. "I told you to go away, to savor your freedom." "I don't know what freedom is," he whined. "I don't know how to enjoy that which I never had." He released a great sigh. "I feel lost." "Feel lost somewhere else. This is my hill." Christina wiped the traces of her tears and scowled at the dragon. "Be gone. Find your own females to whine at." "I don't know where to find them." Christina snarled and took several steps towards him. "Use your senses!" She growled. "Track a female in heat. I don't care what, or how you do it, as long as you fly away." She stood inches from his snout, from his rapidly blinking eyes. His deep, panicked breaths warmed her bare body and forced her thighs shut when soft tingles ran through Christina's frame. She smiled at the dragon, then chuckled. "You're not even a full grown dragon, are you? Just a drake, barely old enough to get hard." Ranthar's shoulders stood only a foot taller than her, and even though his body surpassed the height of an elephant, his wing span left to be desired. Same for his petite gray horns, ebony claws and meaty paws. A real dragon would have towered above her, casting deep shadows with his impressive bulk. This one bore one too many scars across his neck, and his gaze kept evading hers. "On your haunches." The dragon snorted and lifted a forepaw. "Sit, dragon," Christina hissed. Ranthar stiffened and looked left and right, as if his human master was still around to provide an answer. "On your haunches, drake, or I'll fly so far away you will never find me again." He licked his snout, favored her a curt glance and fell on his haunches. Christina crawled under him, grabbed his erect member, shifted to the side to avoid being splattered full of cum, and began to stroke it. Ranthar's roar broke into a growl which shattered into feeble whimpers. His haunches shivered with the urge to get up, but he couldn't. Not when pleasure fettered his very being. Christina pulled more of his cock out of his light gray slit, rubbing the ridges spread along his meaty base, all the way up to his bulging knot. She tugged harder at his cock to get the knot out of his slit, but Ranthar had enough. His member stiffened for a short moment before it began jerking violently to unleash his enormous load. Ranthar didn't even roar--he whimpered while he came, so caught up in the thrill of mating that his body swayed lightly before his talons dug into the ground for purchase. Christina let go of his member when his spurts subsided to dull throbs and lunged from under him. "You got what you wanted. Now leave me be." He moaned, then dropped on his side to grip at his still spurting member. The coarse touch of his light grey feet made him growl in discomfort. He let go of himself, whimpering as silvery snakes of draconic cum splashed across his belly and slithered onto the ground. Christina's lips twitched at the alluring fragrance. Soft yet heavy, sharp and smooth. And his member--Christina's fingers still clenched and loosened in remembrance of that perfect fit, of those fine ridges that caressed her thumbs in the most exciting of ways. If Ranthar mated her... Then his draconic seed would fill her, and with it, the vague promise of a clutch. Her eyes widened at the thought, and she smiled such a broad smile her lips hurt. "Ranthar. Ranthar. Ranthar!" The drake's eyes snapped open. He rolled onto his feet, his head lolling as he panted from Christina's ministrations. "The thing you did, with your paws...why?" "To relieve you. To get myself out of your head, so that you can fly away without an erection to slap against your belly." "It was--I never thought I'll--" he flinched when his gaze fell on Christina's breats. Her eyes narrowed. "I already have a mate, one whose talons itch to find your neck. Having you around, a horny drake who wants nothing more than mate me, complicated things. I thought I'll give you one last parting kindness before..." "You were the first who ever said that word and meant it," Ranthar said as he spread his wings and looked towards the sky. "Wait, Ranthar, I changed my mind." The dragon turned around to face her. "I'll lead you away from human territory, show you where other feral dragons nest. You can travel with me and Vyr." He cocked his head. "As long as you mate me," she blurted out. Her knees buckled at her outlandish request, but Ranthar seemed equally surprised. His wings fluttered slightly, and he kept stomping his front paws, as if he wanted to fly away at a moment's notice. "The gryphon's your mate, and if there's anything I learned from my human tribe, is that gryphons take mates for life." "You're not going to be my mate," Christina said. "Only the male who fills me with a more fertile seed than Vyr's." Ranthar backed away, his shoulders slumped. "I never heard of my kind mating yours. Whatever you speak of is--" "True," Christina added. "It's just words, myths, meant to keep us apart from one another." She placed a paw on the drake's snout and stroke him once, twice. "We're dragons. We can mate one another, and your seed will give me a clutch. It has to." Ranthar's hazel eyes sparkled with lust, and his flared nostrils sucked in her scent. He wanted her, even if his mind fought against it. "As soon as my heat ends, you can stop mating me, if my request bothers you." "It's not your request, but the desperation in your voice that bothers me," Ranthar said. "I can't distinguish truth from lie, trap from safe ground. My humans did that for me, and my humans are all dead thanks to you and your mate." "You were a slave to them!" Christina shot. "Follower, slave. Is there a difference?" Christina slid her paw down his jaw, caressing its smooth surface. "I'll teach you, as long as you keep your end of the bargain." "Beware of dragons. Dragons are dangerous. They were the first words my soon to be Rider taught me," Ranthar said as he dug his snout into Christina's breasts, humming in delight. "He made me hate my kind before I even knew what the word 'hate' meant. Said they left my egg to rot because of the darker color." "And you believed them?" Christina asked, her jaws tight to suppress a giggle. "I believed the one who fed me, taught me how to hunt, raised me. Wouldn't you?" "I never believed anyone, not even myself." She let go of Ranthar to spread her wings. "Let's fly before my mate comes searching for us." Ranthar flew at her side, his poise majestic, his tail straight, his eyes fixated on her. "You said humans found you, raised you. Were they bandits? Same as my tribe?" "Farmers," Christina said, her voice low. It felt good to fly along a fellow dragon who had the innate talent to distinguish even a whisper amidst a hurricane. "They worked me harder than my brothers, and that's because I wanted it. Whoever had the courage to rescue an orphan from the gutters deserved more than my gratitude." "Good humans?" Ranthar inquired. "Some of the best. It's why I left them, to keep them from going too far to find me a mate." "Your kind comes from the mountains as well?" Christina sighed. "I don't know. Never met any other dragon before." Her features hardened when the forest thinned ahead. Vyr's shriek already filled the skies, but her mate had the courtesy to stay put and bristle at Ranthar once they landed. "You granted him freedom, and that's how he repays you? By breaking your trust?" "I asked him to follow us." "For a good reason, I'm sure," Vyr curled into a ball and tucked his head under a wing. "Do not dare approach us," Christina said to Ranthar before walking up to her mate. He stretched his wing for her, pulled her to his chest with his talons and shut his wing over them. "You're my mate, Christina, so I won't question your reasoning." He rubbed his cheek against her shoulders, cooing. "Do what you have to do, then banish him." "To mate," Christina said, her voice grave. "He has to mate me." Vyr didn't bristle, nor screech, nor tackle Ranthar. He only fixated a leaf-green eye on her. "Why?" "His draconic seed is my only hope at raising a clutch." "Of dragons," Vyr emphasized. "Not gryphons." "Does it matter? Were I the male and you the female, we would have raised gryphons." She licked across Vyr's beak. "It's love that matters, not species. My human family raised me into the dragoness that I am. We'll do the same with our clutch." "Of feral dragons," Vyr said as he returned the affection by dabbing his smooth beak at her silken crevice. "They're wild beings, driven by instinct. Does feral seed even quicken inside a bipedal dragon?" "It does, especially when she's in heat," Christina said, then gasped when Vyr brushed his beak against her sensitive lips. "All he has to do is mate me--agh," she cried. Her grip tightened around Vyr's neck, and she gripped one of his velvety ears. They were so warm, so smooth. "We're not mates," Christina mumbled through a gasp. You are. He's just a cock with the right seed." Vyr lifted his juice-coated beak to face her. "Can you do it now?" There was no kindness in his request, no sympathy, which was to be expected from a gryphon. No mate should ever watch his chosen one couple with another. Christina blinked back the haze of bliss and wobbled onto her feet. "That why you did the thing your beak?" "Male gryphons sometimes rub themselves against the females." Christima smirked. "Dragons do more than rubbing each other. Ranthar!" She called. The dragon swayed towards them, already erect from Christina's tantalizing scent. "I want you to mate me, but not before I say so." Vyr rolled onto his side with a puzzled squeak, but Christina raised a hand to stop him. "On your back, silly featherhead, else you brush away your bandages." Once on his back, Christina had easy access to his erect cock. She went to her knees, trapped his tail between them, then grabbed both of his hind paws to rub his soft pads. Vyr tensed up at her pleasant treatment, and so did his member. It left its sheath in its entirety from the arousing dabs of his beak into her pussy, up to the impressive bulge his knot was. Christina licked her lips in anticipation. She never sucked off a male before, and even though the gryphon's tapered cock was a matching fit for her maw, the knot it ended with gave Christina pause. She chanced a look at Ranthar, who took his position behind her, then back at Vyr. His head splayed on the side, and his toes flexed restlessly in her grasp. He wanted it. Needed it. Christina swallowed the lump in his throat, then went down on Vyr. His head shot upwards, and claws poked out of his hind paws as his cock pulsated in her maw with erratic throbs. Christina wrapped her elongated tongue around his length to pull him deeper inside, squeezing his paws as she did. That only flared Vyr's lust. His hindquarters buckled under the wet warmth surrounding his sensitive flesh, and several muffled caws left his beak. His tail tried to jerk free from between Christina's knees, but she held him tighter. He wasn't going to escape, not before he surrendered his essence to her. She moved her head up and down in slow patterns, wrapping her lips tight around him at first, loosening as he slid more of his cock into her maw. Once she reached his knot, she brushed her tongue against his smooth length, making him quiver and squirm under her teasing strokes. Vyr's strong coppery taste stimulated her senses as well. That made her grope for more of his salty meat, to suckle on it when it filled her maw, then swallow his rich taste as she pulled out. She did that several times, taking him in up to his shivering knot, before he began thrusting inside her maw. His knot pushed into her lips, trying to snake its way through as several jets of pre tickled the back of Christina's throat. She swallowed the thin strands of aqueous liquid hard, then stiffened and pulled back up to Vyr's tip when something smooth, wet, warm ran along her nether lips. It happened again, and again, until Christina spat out Vyr's throbbing cock and hissed at Ranthar. He had his snout lowered between her thighs, his tongue dabbing at her slick folds. She nodded at him to continue, and steeled herself when his snout pressed tight against her folds to inhale her scent. He released a drawn-out whimper, then moved forward to straddle her and push that grey dragonhood straight into her pussy. Christina roared in unison with Ranthar as his cock plunged inside her heat-stricken depths, too fast and too much. The fiery pleasure cut off her breath for a moment, during which Christina's toes shivered with ecstatic bliss. Unlike Vyr's tapered cock, Ranthar was a perfect fit. His blunt tip parted her clenched muscles slow enough to make her shiver from the pleasure flooding her body, and the ridges surrounding his base caressed her folds with the most enticing of strokes. Her pussy squeezed him, hard enough to draw a curt, moaning growl from him. Even his length was perfect, reaching all the way up to her innermost sanctuary. She rocked her hips, pleading him to continue his ministrations while she took in the squirming gryphon into her maw a second time. Tending to her mate was an arduous task while Ranthar pounded her harder and faster by the second. Christina couldn't even moan--Vyr's cock filled her maw up to the brim, and, with each of his terse jerks, more pre flooded her mouth. She did her best to keep her movements aligned with her mate's thrusts to stir his lust, yet her own peak approached, and so did Ranthar's. The dragon's thighs clamped down upon hers, hard enough to hold her still for the incoming strokes. Christina's snout wrinkled when Ranthar's knot slammed against her folds, harder with each stroke. His ridges stimulated her insides past the point of no return, and the jerks of his cock inside her made her walls constrict and loosen around him. Arousal gushed out of her in thin spurts, pushing past Ranthar's cock and splashing against his knot. The dragon's talons drove into the ground as he roared his lust to the skies. He was close, so close. Christina felt it in the throbs of his cocks, the tight flares his ridges became as they swelled with climactic purpose. And, to top it all off, Vyr began to cum in her maw. Christina swallowed a mouthful of thick gryphon fluids, then another, and another as Vyr broke into a fit of keening cries. His hindquarters lurched, shoving the knot so hard against her lips Christina had no choice but to take it all in. She gagged for a moment as the gryphon's tapered tip pushed all the way into her throat, then breathed through her flared nostrils when Vyr's knot sealed her mouth. She squeezed his paws as hard as she could, urging him to release his burdening essence against her slick, fleshy tongue. He didn't just spill his seed; he shot it out of his writing member in great spurts. Christina swallowed his thick, creamy seed; she suckled on his cock until his knot pushed out of her maw along with a river of his surplus seed. Christina gasped for air... Then roared as Ranthar pushed his knot through her trembling lips. Her vision blurred from the intensity of her orgasm, and her back arched when his knot began to pulsate. Then, he came, so hard Christina hit her peak instantly. She crashed upon Vyr's belly, next to his still gushing cock as Ranthar tapered off inside her. Christina rode out her orgasm in unison with him, wincing whenever he shot a strand of draconic seed straight into her innermost sanctuary. His knot not only stretched her past her limits, but also flared her orgasm to peaks previously unexplored. And it lasted for so long! By the time Ranthar dismounted her, Christina panted with the toll of mating. Her numb tongue dashed across her snout to clean Vyr's remaining seed, and her drooping gaze regarded him with renewed fondness. "We did it," she whispered to his perked ears. "We'll have a clutch to rise." Ranthar wobbled away from her, his retreating erection dangling between his legs. He threw her a few glances, to which Christina flicked her tail and nodded her appreciation. That made the dragon dip his head in return before he leaped on the upper bank of the river and curled into a ball. "Do female dragons truly take their mates into their mouths?" came Vyr's soothing voice. Christina threw him a look. "What did I just do, silly featherhead?" Vyr rolled back onto his belly and took her under his wing. "Something that I never expected, or imagined. Something that carried me to the tallest peak of my pleasure." Christina chuckled as she pressed her back tight against Vyr's side. "Don't take the dragon peaks in derision. Some of us nest so high up there a gryphon's feathers would freeze before he reaches the cave." "You reaching your peak is enough for me, my mate, no matter the male who carries you up there." His chin settled onto her breasts, soft chirps fleeing from his beak. "You're awfully kind for a gryphon," Christina said. She stroked her mate's cheek and brow, listening to the thrum rumbling in his throat. "Only while you're in heat," Vyr taunted. Christina chuckled at that, at the smoothness in his voice. Could he--did he really mean it? Female gryphons knew no other cock but for their mate's. For a female gryphon to go about, mating other males with her mate's blessing... She shrugged at that. She wasn't a female gryphon, nor could she carry Vyr's eggs. Ranthar was their only chance at a clutch, and her mate knew it. Yes. That had to be the reason Vyr suddenly grew lenient. "How did it feel, to mate your own?" Vyr asked. Christina pondered upon the question hard, and long after Vyr's thrum ended and his eyelids twitched from the dream he was having. She had tried finding the proper words to describe it, yet none came even close. It felt perfect. That night, she dreamt of being swollen with both of Vyr's and Ranthar's eggs. She sat in a lush gryphon nest, her head rested on Vyr's haunch while Ranthar rolled the eggs pumping out of her into two distinct piles, thrumming with joy. Christina put on a pained smile as she pushed another egg out of her. An ivory one, mottled with brown. A gryphon's egg! And the one that followed was long and narrow, coated with slick sheen and beribboned with thin, white veins on a too smooth green surface. Definitely a dragon's egg. Ranthar licked it clean of the slime before his tongue rolled up her belly, along her breasts and snout. "You're exhausted, dear mother. Rest while we keep them warm." Both of the males tucked their eggs to their chests, Vyr rolling them under his silken feathers and Ranthar breathing hot air upon them. "I'm not tired," Christina protested. "The eggs. I want to see them, to hold them." She didn't feel anything; no pain, nor fatigue. Only an overwhelming sense of accomplishment that flooded her to the point where tears burst into her eyes. She got onto her feet, took a step towards a squawking Vyr... And woke up under his wing, with a too flat belly and no eggs to hold. She dabbed her finger pads at her slimy cheeks, found them wet with tears, and wiped them quickly before crawling from under Vyr's wing. The fresh breeze of predawn, laden with moisture, greeted her, along with a muffled squeak and a thump. Ranthar? The slate drake had his tail curled around a haunch, one hind paw dug into the sand while the other kicked at the air feebly. His forepaws scratched at his chest lightly, and his neck stretched to its limits for his tongue to barely dab at his erect member with its smooth, forked tip. "What are you doing?" Ranthar stiffened. A curt moan escaped him as he rolled onto his belly, then shifted onto his haunches when the coarse sand kissed his too sensitive member. He grimaced at that and licked his snout several times. "It's my scent, isn't it?" He nodded and licked his snout again. Christina sighed. "Fly away. Hunt something." He whimpered and chanced a look at his erection. Christina thrust her hands into her hips and cocked her head. "Then wait until it goes away. What did you hope to accomplish anyway?" "The same thing you did to your mate last night," he said while shifting his weight from one pair of limbs to the other. "With your--your maw." His member lurched with needy throbs, glistening with pre under the young orange light of the morning sun. It stood longer than Christina's forearm, with a knot thicker and broader than her own thigh. Yet the drake's serpentine neck was too short, and his member too far down his belly to allow him to pleasure himself. "Try your paws." Ranthar loosened a mellow growl. His tail flicked upwards as his member jerked against the smooth, light grey scales of his belly. "It...it feels wrong, and it hurts." His snout thrust forward. "Would you like to mate?" "Not until the sun is high in the sky, and my stomach is full, and last night's seed quickens in my womb," she said, yet the warm shudder rippling down her spine begged to differ. She went to caress Ranthar's snout to distract herself, only to have his snout gently push on her shoulder. "But your scent--it's so rich, so full of want." He lifted his forepaw to caress her thighs and to gently push at her hips to rotate her slightly. Christina grabbed his paw with the intention to dislodge it from her hip, then paused when Ranthar's snout hovered in front of her breasts, his tongue flicking over her tight pink nipples while his hazel eyes stared into hers. The same love and kindness stared back at her, the one she felt in her dream. "Stay put, don't thrust, and don't even dare licking me down there," she said before going down on her knees to trudge under the dragon's belly and up to his member. As soon as she took his bobbing tip in her maw, Ranthar's cock jerked. He buried half of his length through her tight snout, roaring his need as he thrust feebly into her maw. The dragon whined, even mewled before his tone thickened to a rumbling growl. His hips buckled, shuddered, then began thrusting more of his length into her maw with renewed vigor. Christina's eyes widened. She wrapped her tongue tight around his stiff rod, trying to hold it still while her hands worked on the fleshy ridges and the bulbous knot at his base. That only made his strokes pick up as Ranthar immersed himself in the throes of his pleasure, regardless of which hole he fucked. As long as it was slick, warm and tight, the dragon thrust, paused, retreated, only to thrust again. Christina took more of him into her maw, until her lips lodged tight behind one of his ridges. With so much dragon cock in her maw, all Christina felt was his tightness, his rich and smooth taste flooding her senses, and her damp pussy clenching around nothingness. "Mate...your mate..." Ranthar blurted through his growling cries. Christina ignored them as she continued to knead at the dragon's knot and suckle on his impressive member. Aqueous pre shot against the base of her tongue, forcing Christina to gulp it down and accommodate a second ridge. She caressed them with her lips, making Ranthar tense as pleasure spiked through his frame. Christina snorted at how fast Ranthar began his climactic ascent. His knot already began to swell in her paws, and his jerks grew feeble, barely noticeable. Only a couple more strokes of her tongue, a tighter squeeze around his knot, and he would... A throaty moan burst through Christina's throat when something tight, slick and tapered pushed straight into her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut and almost bit Ranthar's sensitive flesh when furred haunches clenched around hers to keep her in place. Feathers kissed her fluttering wings, and a gryphon's cry overpowered Ranthar's moan as her mate began pounding her with terse, mighty strokes. Don't do that, the seed; your seed will wash away Ranthar's fertile one, Christina wanted to say, but all she managed was a chortle. Ranthar's cock still filled her maw, and pushing him out was not an option when tremors wracked his frame. His member swelled inside her maw, so much her cheeks puffed up. His ridges grew rock-hard, and his knot shoved past her hands and slipped inside her maw with a wet plop as Ranthar loosened his first jet. Christina gulped it down instantly, her lips sealed by Ranthar's throbbing cock. It prevented her from spitting and forced her lips to press tighter against his sensitive ridges. More seed followed, along with weak throbs from his entrapped member. Christina had to catch his savory seed on the base of her tongue before swallowing, least she choked on the vast amounts of draconic fluids. She swallowed as much as she could before she spat his shrinking length out to roar her own orgasm. Vyr's knot lodged inside her, pulsing faintly in unison with each jet of seed he loosened inside her clenched depths. Christina crashed on her elbows, still kneading at Ranthar's cock while Vyr tapered off inside her. Once spent, the dragon backed away, leaving thin rivulets of seed in his wake from his still spurting cock. "Why did you--why did you do this?" She growled, her throat tight and her maw numb and throbbing from Ranthar's impressive length. "You wet yourself from thighs to toes, and the way your lips shivered with want..." Vyr plunged his knot deeper inside Christina with a mighty thrust, making her cry out in pure ecstasy. "I had to relieve you." He did more than that. He filled her to the brim with thick gryphon seed that made Christina's heart flutter when the dream from last night flashed through her mind. Maybe, just maybe, his seed would quicken as well. ***********END COMMENTS*******ATTENTION! Sequel is out. Check it out here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/881728Whew! What an adventure! Hope you enjoyed it, for I certainly did. Christina is a lovable dragon, always calm and considerate. I really liked writing about her, fleshing out her personality and that of her mate Vyr. 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