{"sf1_id":867528,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Three's Company","author":"Cheetahs","words":16211,"posted_at":"2015-05-30T18:29:00.000Z","tags":["Adventure","Anthro","Anthropomorphic","Aroused","Avian","Balls","Blowjob","Breasts","Character Development","Character Progression","Creampie","Cum","Deep Penetration","Domination/Submission","Dragon","Dragoness","Ejaculation","F/solo","Fantasy","Fellatio","Female","Feral","Fingering","First Time","Gryphon","Hard-on","Heat","Heterosexual","Impregnation","Knot","Knotting","Love","Lust","M/F","M/M/F","Male","Non-anthro","Oral","Paws","Plot Development","Stretching","Threesome","Tie","Tits","Vaginal","Virgin","Wet","Yiff","affection","breastplay","cock","cum shot","cunnilingus","erection","female ejaculation","mating","orgasm","penetration","penis","precum","pussy","seed","semen","sex","story","straight","titjob","vagina","wings"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/867528-three-s-company","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/867528","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=867528\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"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\nshe used two fingers to part her heat-stricken pussy. She was about to sneak in\na talon inside her pink, shivering depths when the hoot of an owl forced her to\nlook up and draw back her slick paw from her pants.\nShe hissed at the bird, then watched it fly off into the\ndistance, along the muddy pathway bearing her talon marks. Vyr, her gryphon\ncompanion, waited for her somewhere behind the hill sprawling in front of her.\nMaybe even began questioning her prolonged disappearance--or worse, fly after\nher himself.\nChristina's lips curled into a snarl at that. She didn't lie\nto him. After all, she was relieving herself, just not in the ways Vyr\nexpected. Or did he? What if he already had his suspicions concerning her\npuzzling behavior? What if her stronger, sweeter scent wafting from her wet\ncrevice betrayed her?\nThe dragoness took a deep breath to calm her frayed nerves\nand dug her snout inside the paw drenched with her juices. The spicy allure\nenflamed her lust, made her wings flutter with eagerness and her thighs part.\nShe coiled her tail around her hips, using the light grey tapered blade of her\ntail to push her pants further down. She rocked her hips slightly once her\nbottom touched the cool ground, releasing a soft moan. Even the night's breeze\nfailed to chill her drenched lips. Christina seethed down there, and nothing\nbut physical contact would make the bothersome tingles go away.\nShe started off by fondling one of her leathery ears before\nmoving down her neck. Her dark magenta hide gave way to the soft pink of her\nbelly and the two mounds that cornered her paw from every side. She cupped one\nbreast, moaning as she squeezed her taut, pink nipple. That only made her\nslender thighs shudder with renewed lust and her wings spread to reveal the\nlight pink of their membrane.\nChristina's paw slid further down her belly until her\nfingers met her wet crevice. She rubbed her swollen magenta lips at first,\ngrowling at the tantalizing rush flowing through her frame. Her tail curled\naround her left foot to squeeze at her toes whenever she stroked herself. A\nmoan burst from the depths of her throat as her body stiffened, and a wave of\narousal followed.\nChristina's gaze grew bleary and her wings limp when she\nsnuck a finger inside her crevice, her claw curled inwards to keep the pointy\ntip at bay. Hot arousal bathed her from every side, and her needy muscles\ngroped at the intruding appendage. Elation surged through her, raw and\noverpowering. The order and the amount of fingers she snuck in her dainty\nfurrow lost its meaning. She wanted to be filled, pounded, harder and faster.\nHer paw clenched into a whisk, one that she thrust inside\nherself up to her wrist. Her jaws clenched to trap her murmuring whimper\nwithin, and tears stained her golden eyes from the sheer bliss.\nThen, she spread her fingers, allowing her claws to brush\nagainst her silken insides with undulating movements that carried her over the\nedge. The talons of her feet drew deep furrows into the ground when the\ndragoness spread her wings and roared her orgasmic cry towards the sky before\nsqueezing her jaws shut. Her climax still rippled through her, urging her\ninsides to clamp down on her paw while a trickle of arousal wet the ground\nbelow her vulva.\nChristina took a deep breath once her ephemeral bliss\nsubsided, then released it in a hushed gasp. Her grip around her paw loosened\nenough to let it slip out of her crevice with a salacious squelch. If only\nthere was a male to lick her clean...\nShe fantasized about that while lapping the slimy juices\ncoating her paw. A feral dragon, a quadruped that lived far away from the taint\nof civilization, to shove his snout tight against her shuddering lips and snake\nhis tongue inside her. The mere thought of it made her head spin with want and\nher pussy to push out a delayed, orgasmic spurt.\n\"Vyr,\" Christina whispered through her numb lips. \"He is a\nmale.\" A gryphon male, to be precise, with a broad, sharp beak and a too small\ntongue to fulfill her needs. His member, however...\nChristina shook her head at that and wobbled onto her shaky\nfeet. No. That was her heat pushing thoughts into her head. She had traveled\nwith Vyr for the better part of two years. They hunted, cuddled, even discussed\nabout mating. Yet to go as far as doing it with a gryphon?\nShe pushed her tanned leather pants up, fastened her cinch\nand slipped the scabbards of her dual swords at her hips. Then, she chanced a\nlook at the oak one more time. Apart from a patch of darker ground where her\narousal slipped into the dirt, there was nothing.\nChristina's ragged breath steadied as she rounded the hill,\nyet her tail tip still twitched with apprehension. Did Vyr sneak upon her? If\nso, what would he make of her lie?\nA boulder lifted off her heart when the bundle of burgundy\nfeathers and tawny feline hindquarters appeared on the corner of her vision.\nVyr's gray beak dabbed at the ground--no, at the chestnut spheres spread in\nfront of him. He tried to crack the nuts, yet all he managed was making them\nroll away from him.\nVyr's ears perked at the swish of her footsteps, and his\nhead turned to regard her with striking, leaf green eyes.\n\"You took so long I decided to get myself a treat,\" came his\nrich, soothing voice. \"You're lucky they're so infuriating, else I would have\ngone after you.\"\nChristina's eyes narrowed. \"To watch me while I relieve\nmyself?\" Her heart pounded, but she kept her demeanor cool in front of Vyr.\nVyr poked at another chestnut. \"I'd watch the stars, the\nowls, and only take a peak after the first hour you spent away.\"\nChristina stiffened. \"I didn't spend that long!\" Did she?\nHer arms curled around her torso, her fingers kneading at her arms.\n\"You did, and I don't even dare ask why.\"\n\"To relieve myself. I told you, you knew it, end of\ndiscussion.\"\nThe gryphon's ears flattened. He swatted the nuts away with\na forepaw and sprawled on his side, a wing aloft for Christina to cuddle under.\n\"Relieving yourself makes you grouchy,\" Vyr said, his head\nsneaking through the lush curtain of plumes.\n\"That would be your persistence.\"\n\"And you're deflecting my observation.\" Vyr cocked his head.\n\"You're in heat, aren't you? That's why you...\"\nHis words drowned in the storm of thoughts that flooded\nChristina's mind. What?!\nShe grabbed Vyr's head and pulled him into her lap without a\nsecond thought. The gryphon protested with a sharp squeak at first before his\nmuscles relaxed and his eyes half closed under Christina's gentle strokes along\nhis chin. \"Let's sleep. It's been a long, exhausting day.\"\n\"You...pleasured yourself?\" Vyr inquired. \"That explains why\nyou took so long, why you are so--\"\n\"And if I did?\" Christina growled.\nIt hadn't been hours like he claimed. No way! \nOr had it? Christina's cheeks turned beet red, and her head\nswam with a myriad of lies, excuses, quips, but none seemed fitting. Not after\nshe half admitted the truth of her doing.\nVyr lifted his head to nuzzle her chin. \"Then you could have\npleasured yourself under my wing, where you are warm and cozy. Not out there,\nin the biting cold.\"\n\"I'm not cold, and that's not proper,\" Christina blurted\nout.\nVyr fixated an eye on her and released a whimpering squeak.\n\"For humans, it isn't, but we're beyond that. We bathed together, cuddle every\nnight. I've seen you, and you've seen me. We even touched each other down there\nto stifle our curiosity last year, and now you are pushing my beak straight\ninto your lap, where your fertile fragrance overpowers my senses. I thought\nyou're past that ridiculous thing called shame.\"\nChristina pinched one of Vyr's ears, hard enough to make him\nyelp. \"Old habits die hard.\"\n\"That's another human saying,\" Vyr intervened. \"It has that\nnonsensical touch to it.\"\n\"I can't help it, Vyr,\" Christina half whimpered, half\ngrowled. \"Humans found me. Humans raised me. Humans taught me everything I\nknow. Including love.\"\nVyr merely brushed his cheek against her hand, cooing\nsoftly. \"If only you relied on your instincts as much as you rely on human\nteachings.\"\n\"Then what?\" Christina shot.\n\"You'd lie less.\"\n\"I didn't lie.\"\n\"You didn't tell the truth either,\" Vyr said.\n\"Yes I did. Would you like the details on how I fingered\nmyself, too?\"\nChristina suddenly sweltered inside her leathers. Her cotton\nshirt smothered her, and the linen band she used to wrap her breasts in seemed\ntoo tight. \"Featherheads always twist words to fit their liking.\"\n\"No, that's what humans do. They lie,\" Vyr protested with a\nsqueak as he dug his beak into Christina's chest. His brow brushed against her\nbreasts, making her shudder. \"Are you a liar?\"\nChristina shook her head vehemently. \"Absolutely not.\"\n\"Still, you explained your doings through an ambiguous\nquestion rather than telling me straight what you just did.\"\nVyr raised his head at that, his gaze bearing into hers. \"You\nclaim you're honest and not ashamed of your heat? Prove it by slipping out of\nthese ridiculous garments, then. A dragon only needs her hide to keep herself\nwarm, and I am already doing that for you.\"\nChristina shrugged her petite shoulders. \"Dragons happen to\nlike heat, in case you didn't know.\"\n\"Not when you're in heat,\" Vyr said. \"Your pants are so\nridiculously soaked they must feel worse than wet feathers.\"\nShe flustered at such ridiculous affirmation. \"What do you\nknow of heat and how it affects the body, Vyr? You're not a female, and you\nnever mated one.\"\nThe gryphon's ears perked. \"Did you ever mate?\"\nChristina didn't respond. She just dropped onto her fours,\ncrawled through Vyr's feathery sanctuary and stepped in front of him. Then, she\nbegan working on the buttons of her tanned leather tunic with curt jerks. Once\ndone, she slipped out of it, undid the neck laces of her mud streaked cotton\nshirt, and threw it on the ground as well. The linen band soon followed, same\nfor her pants.\nOnce everything rested into a pile at her feet, Christina\nstepped up to Vyr's head until the gryphon fidgeted from her proximity.\n\"I didn't mate, Vyr, and that's no lie of mine.\"\n\"I know.\"\n\"What else do you know?\"\nVyr's gaze settled on her vulva. His nostrils flared, and\nhis beak shuddered. \"That your body bears the most pleasant of shapes, that\nyou're completely shameless and in heat.\"\n\"Glad we sorted this out.\" She cradled by the gryphon's\nhaunch and pulled his wing tighter against her naked form. \n\"I knew you're in heat for a while,\" he said as he curled\nhis neck to face her. His beak stopped inches from her lap, his gaze running\nback and forth between her eyes and her damp draconic pussy.\n\"And did nothing about it?\" She chuckled, and Vyr let out a\nsoft squeak to join in.\n\"Do what?\"\n\"Tell me that you know, so it wouldn't have to be weird.\"\nHer snout inched closer to his beak, until her nostrils pressed against its\nsmooth surface. \"How could you tell?\"\n\"Your fragrance became sharper, more potent,\" Vyr responded,\nhis tone hushed all of a sudden. \"It's different than a gryphon's, yet it has\nthe same effect on me.\"\nChristina smirked and pushed his haunch aside with a paw to\nreveal his nestled erection. The gryphon's cock throbbed with want, and his\nlight yellow shaft strained to contain his bulged knot.\nVyr squeaked. His haunch sealed tight against his body, and\nhis tail came in around it for good measure. \"Don't peak,\" he squeaked.\n\"Why? Afraid your instincts will overwhelm you to the point\nwhere we mate?\" The reckless taunt fled Christina's shuddering lips. She draped\na paw over her snout in panic a moment after and turned her head away from Vyr\nfor ten thundering heartbeats. Once they passed, she chanced a glance at the\ngryphon's beak resting besides her thigh, his nostrils flared, his eyelids\ntwitching with the strain to keep them closed.\n\"Let's rest,\" he said. \"We have bandits to kill come\nmorrow.\"\nChristina tried to pull his head onto her lap, but Vyr\ndidn't budge. She sneaked closer to his flank, then curled into a ball and\nspread a wing over her chest to cover her exposed parts.\nThe silence gnawed at her conviction; it eroded her sudden\nburst of courage until she found herself shivering in spite of the warm tingles\nracing along her limbs.\nShe had almost mated Vyr! Her only companion, and a feral\ngryphon at that, who had never touched a female of his kind. Her mind felt\nrepulsed by the thought, yet her thighs moistened when a wave of heat traversed\nalong her spine.\n\"You have to mate. You want to mate, to have his cock sunk\ninside you up to his thick knot,\" her mating instinct echoed in the lonely\ndepths of her mind. \nChristina pondered upon it, upon her own words and Vyr's.\nWhat was shame to a dragon? An obstacle, a mere nuisance that stood in the way\nof her fulfillment. She trusted Vyr with her life. Why not allow him to relieve\nhimself inside her, while his knot relieved her of this damned heat?\nChristina took a deep breath before slithering a paw down\nher belly. She moaned when she snuck a finger inside her shivering crevice,\nloud enough to make Vyr crack an eye open, whimper, and shut it again.\nShe took out her finger and gritted her teeth at her\nincreasing lust. Her wings twitched, and her fingers trembled with the urge to\npound away those overpowering tingles. \nShe didn't. Not in front of Vyr, not while he was hard\nhimself. Christina squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to sleep, hard as\nit came. \nShe woke up with a cold shiver.\n\"Vyr?\" She mumbled, but no reply came.\nChristina draped her wings tighter across her torso as she\nrolled onto her bottom, yawning a toothy yawn. Her jaws popped, and her eyes\nwatered slightly from the white light filtering through the twirling boughs\nabove. She rubbed them once, then wrapped her arms around her bare chest,\nrubbing warmth into her magenta hide with the pads of her fingers.\nWhy was it so cold? Shouldn't Vyr's wing keep the chilling\ngusts at bay?\nThere was no Vyr. Only grass, smoothened to the ground where\nhe slept, along with a white, gooey patch. Christina narrowed her gaze. She\nshuffled to it, dipped two fingers into the slimy substance and sniffed it once\nbefore snarling at its pungent, fertile touch.\nGryphon cum. A few droplets of it, by the looks of it,\nspilled by a too aroused Vyr. Christina chuckled at the surprising turn last\nnight took, only to growl a moment after.\nLast night they also talked about bandits. Bandits that Vyr\nwent after alone!\nHer stomach sank at the realization, and her ears rang from\nhow hard her temples pounded. Christina went by the pool of clothes, strapped\nthe linen around her breasts to keep them from bouncing, then slid into the\nrest of her garb without even pausing for breath.\nShe winced when the rough leather kissed her smooth,\nsensitive, wet nether lips, and wobbled towards the saddle and saddlebags Vyr\nleft behind. Each step, each brush of leather against her aroused crevice\nfueled her rising climax. Blasted damnation, why was she so horny? Even as she\nstrapped the twin swords to her waist, her head swam with a heavy lust, and her\npussy squeezed out more arousal to trickle down her thighs. \nChristina roared her irritation at herself, then took off\nwith a mighty flap of her wings. Great timing, for Vyr to go out on his own\nright when her heat reached its peak.\n\"Gallant bastard,\" Christina hissed in the wind. \"If you get\nmore than a mere scratch I'll...\" she trailed off at that, and swallowed the lump\nin his throat. Words did nothing to alleviate her anxiety. They enflamed it, to\nthe point where Christina couldn't even keep her flight straight. \nHer whole frame shook from the tremors, and her fists\ntightened so hard the tips of her claws nicked her palms.\nVyr's been into more\nbattles than any gryphon, she thought. What's\na bunch of pitiful humans to him?\nThe answer loomed in the horizon in the form of a thin line\nof black smoke. Christina's breath stuck in her throat, yet she flapped harder,\nharder, then dove into the clearing, unsheathed her swords, and skidded to a\nstop.\nEvery bandit was dead, their necks torn, their bellies\ndisemboweled by talon marks. \nA singed corpse snuffed out the bonfire. That's why the\nsmoke was black. The fellow burned to a crisp, too. Similar grisly sights\nsurrounded the camp, with dead bandits wrapped into the torn cloth of their\ntents.\nAnd, in the middle of the camp, Vyr preening his left wing,\nan iron clad bandit resting under his talons. He had a crow etched into his\ngleaming shoulder plates, and wore the blood red scarf of his kind.\n\"This fellow's cries woke up the rest. I had to kill his\nhenchmen before before I dove upon this great leader,\" Vyr said, then clacked\nhis beak and released a sharp, mirthful squawk. \"His men died around him, and\nall he did was stumble and fall, weighed down by the plate he slept with.\"\n\"That's not his. It belonged to a guard of the Upper City,\"\nChristina said, her voice hoarse. \nVyr's talons clenched around the gleaming metal. \"If he\nslept last night naked, like you did, maybe his fate differed.\"\nChristina flushed, and Vyr shifted his body and draped a\nwing over the cut along his left flank. She paled.\n\"I've seen it,\" she hissed. \"Vyr, I--\"\nThe gryphon limped towards her, revealing a second gash that\nsplit the scutes of a foreleg. Christina gasped at the glimpse of ivory peeking\nthrough the layers of torn flesh and blood. That wound was bone-deep!\n \"Scratches. These\nfellow slept like chicks smothered by a gryphon mother.\"\nChristina pushed aside his beak, knelt to inspect his wound,\nand stumbled when Vyr pushed his head into her chest, trilling. \"It looks worse\nthan it feels, Christina. I had worse--\"\n\"Steel bearing chicks that almost severed your forepaw,\"\nChristina cried out. \"You forgot our bond, our deal, our--\"\nHis beak thrust into her chest, snuffing out her words.\n\"You can rant while we fly,\" Vyr said.\nShe hugged his neck, fondled his ears with a paw while\nstroking his brow with the other. \"What did I hear about patching your wounds\nfirst?\"\nVyr stiffened. \"That's not what I said. Only humans turn a\nscratch into a mortal wound.\"\nChristina dabbed a talon at Vyr's foreleg. The gryphon\nlunged back, shrieking in pain.\nAn earsplitting roar answered him, deep enough to ruffle\nVyr's feathers and make Christina's tail curl around a thigh. Her fingers clenched\naround the handle of her swords to draw them out of their sheath, her grip\nfeeble and her poise wavering.\n\"Dragon,\" she growled. \"Vyr, fly away. You can't fight a\ndragon, not so soon after...\"\nThe dragon burst from the canopies and out into the skies,\nits wings broad enough to cast rippling shadows upon the duo. It roared again,\ntucked them to its sides and broke into a dive.\nChristina froze. She had never seen a feral dragon, never\nfought one, never spoke to one.\nAnd this one, the first dragon she had ever encountered,\ndove towards her with killing intent. \nVyr's screech filled her ears. All she could muster was a\nwhimper before he launched himself into the sky. \nNo. Feral dragons had scales. Vyr's talons would do nothing\nto it!\n\"Vyr, flee, you can't--won't--\"\nHis body angled left to position himself right above her and\ntake the impact in her stead. Christina crouched, flared her wings, but her\nflaps were feeble, her knees shaking. How could one fight such a beast? Its\nlight grey wings were thrice bigger than hers, and its slate colored bulk was\ncovered with almost indestructible scales. Scales that neither her blades could\npierce nor Vyr's talons.\nShe opened her maw to deliver another warning to Vyr, but no\nsound came. Only the pounding of her heart filled her ears.\nThen, the screech came, raw and sickening. Gryphon and\ndragon collided, swiping at each other with a flurry of strikes while they\ndanced in the sky. Being the smaller of the two, Vyr shot towards the dragon's\nflanks like an arrow, striking at his opponent's sides during a mere second\nbefore he disengaged from the snapping dragon with surprising agility.\nChristina's heart clenched in her chest. For every\nlightning-fast strike Vyr delivered, the dragon twisted his neck faster to snap\nat him, and his long tail whipped at Vyr whenever he darted in for his smooth,\nvulnerable wings. He was learning, adjusting...\nVyr's shriek drew a gasp from Christina. The dragon's talons\nwrapped around Vyr's shoulders for a fleeting moment, tearing off fistfuls of\nfeathers before the gryphon banked out of harm's way and pushed himself upwards\nin a barrel roll. The slate dragon froze in the air, unable to follow Vyr for\nlong. His eyes fixated on Christina instead, his slits narrow in a hazel field.\n\nThen, Vyr emerged above him, swooping down towards a wing to\ndraw several rakes with his talons before swerving away from the dragon's\nretaliation, a storm of talons and teeth and roars.\nAnd shouts?\nA speckle of color marred the dragon's back, all brown and\nred against the dragon's slate hide. Christina squinted from the sun's glare,\nand hissed when she finally made it out. A saddle, and a human to fill it!\nA human wearing a blood red scarf wrapped around his scalp.\nVyr dove towards the forest when the dragon gave chase, his\nflight unsteady as he sought the cover of the treetops. Good. A dragon with a\nwingspan that size wouldn't follow an agile gryphon into that deathtrap. \n\"Leave the bird, damn you. Dive towards her!\" The human\nbellowed as the dragon flapped towards Vyr. \nSomething snapped inside Christina. A human, giving orders\nto a dragon?!\nSudden strength coursed through her limbs, her wings, her\nwrists. The handles of the swords cracked in her steely grip before she lunged\ninto the air, flapping with all her might to catch up to the dragon\nShe felt no fatigue, no fear, no remorse for what she was\nabout to do. It was only her, the wind caressing her hide, and the shouting\nwretch mounted atop the dragon's back.\nThe dragon swerved after Vyr, and so did Christina.\n\"Around, around you thrice-damnable beast! Turn around and\nkill the little brat first!\"\nThe dragon turned.\nThat's when Vyr performed a tight loop to come around the\ndragon and latched upon his back, shrieking and pecking at the dragon's left\nwing joint. The dragon roared in pain as he swatted his tail across his back,\nupon Shy's vulnerable form. It caught him his flank, swiping him aside.\nChristina's heart skipped a beat at the free falling gryphon, but her eyes\nremained focused on the slate colored dragon.\n\"Take no commands from a human, dragon!\" She yelled. \"Their\nwords are poison, their promises false, and their doings only serve to benefit\nthem. Never you!\"\n\"Pitiful wretch! Kill her already!\" The Rider jerked the\ndragon's reins several times as his mount shot towards Vyr, who began\nperforming loops around Christina. He heard. He knew of her plan, and the\ndragon had no hope to keep up with him.\nHe didn't. He shook his head when the human poked his neck\nwith a gleaming metal, then rolled left, towards her.\nChristina dove, but not fast enough. The dragon's shadow\nloomed above her, a mass of clattering jaws and talons.\nVyr shot into the dragon's side, sending him toppling\ntowards the forest for a curt moment before it recovered with a twist of its\nbody. Vyr cawed his surprise, flapped to flee from the encroaching talons.\nThey caught his hindquarters, sank into them as the dragon's\nhead snaked for Vyr's neck. His jaws bit a mouthful of feathers from the\nwailing gryphon before the human raised his hand and brought down the same\ngleaming metal upon the dragon's neck.\n\"The magenta dragon! Leave the bird and kill her already!\"\nThe dragon hesitated, hovering on the spot, unable to focus\non either of his two targets. \nThat's what Christina needed. \nShe hurled herself forward with a mighty flap, then tucked\nher wings for a dive when she approached the dragon's back. With a flick of her\ntail, she angled her body straight towards the human, her swords pointed\nforward.\nThey sank through his torso up to the hilt. Christina didn't\neven hear his dying moans as they rolled from the dragon's back, falling in a\nheap of thrashing limbs. Christina ended the human's writhing with a swift bite\nto the neck, then let go of her swords. The last bandit fell until the green\ncanopies swallowed him.\n\"Vyr,\" Christina mouthed. Her stomach lurched with fear, and\nblood froze in her veins when she noticed his burgundy feathers in the clearing\nwhere the bandits camped. She glided towards him, regardless of where the\ndragon was.\nVyr stood on his haunches, his head lolling, his breath\nshallow, his eyes half closed. Christina yelped at the wide patch of blood\ncaked feathers along his neck and fell to her knees. Her eyes bulged as her\nchest tightened so hard she couldn't breathe from the panic. She coughed\nhoarsely, staggered to her feet, only to fall back onto her knees.\nVyr. Vyr was dying, wasn't he? The dragon's bite--it cut\ndeep, so deep Vyr...\nStars speckled her vision from the shock. She trudged up to\nVyr's chest, then forced herself up on her feet and wiped away the tears\nflooding her eyes. \"There must be...something around this...this camp, their camp.\nBandits get wounded all the time. They must have healing poultices, potions,\nwhatever--whatever they have...\"\n\"Don't,\" Vyr murmured. \"I'm dazed. Just dazed. It will pass.\nThe wound is not that deep.\"\nChristina's heart constricted at how low his voice was, and\nhow shudders crept through it. She turned around, strode forward...\nAnd skidded to a stop, her wings flared as she roared at the\ndragon that landed in front of her. He drew back with a yelp, then rolled to\nhis side to present her the light gray of his belly.\nVyr lunged at the dragon with an earsplitting shriek,\ndrawing crimson furrows across his chest with his talons and pecking at his\nsnout with terse strokes.\nThe dragon writhed under the assault, shielding himself with\nhis front paws and buffeting wings as he squeaked and whimpered in submission. \n\"Wait, don't...stop!\" Christina shrilled. \nVyr disengaged from his opponent, wheezing, his posture\nstiff and his wings stretched high above his body.\nChristina leaped in front of Vyr, stretched an arm in front\nof him to block his advance as the dragon continued to stare at them from his\nlowly position. Thin gashes spread across both of his wings, talon punctures\nlined along his chest, and his inner thighs were scraped raw and bleeding\nthick, crimson blood. Yet he didn't whimper, not even once.\nAll he did was stare, and dip his head whenever Vyr's harsh\ngaze settled on him.\n\"He's submitting,\" Christina said to Vyr with a hushed voice.\n\"Slaves tend to do that. They submit to their master's\nkiller to seek penance, only to betray you in the night,\" Vyr shrieked. His\ntalons clenched and groped fistfuls of dirt, and his beak clacked menacingly. \nChristina looked at Vyr, then back at the dragon. Her head\nswam from her recent ordeal, and the dragon's piercing hazel gaze still sent\nshudders down her spine.\n\"I submit,\" the dragon spoke with a crisp clear, deep voice,\n\"because that's the only thing left for me to do.\" His nostrils flared at\nChristina as he raised his head to look into her eyes. \"You massacred my tribe.\nSwooped upon the last good humans in the land. Why?\"\nChristina's maw turned numb at the acid coating the dragon's\nwords. Good humans? These bandits?!\n\"The only good thing about bandits is their death,\" Vyr said\nas he stepped in front of Christina. \nThe dragon cocked his head, blinking fast.\n\"My words somehow reached to you, dragon. You listened to me\nwhile we were enemies. Listen to me now, when we're friends.\" \nVyr cawed his protest at that, but Christina brushed past\nhim to approach the dragon with slow, shuffling steps. \"Your tribe lied to you.\nThey turned a free being of the sky into a beast. You heard what your Rider\ncalled you!\" Christina shouted when the dragon snarled at her. \"A mindless\nbeast!\"\n\"He was angry,\" the dragon growled. \"Anger is his illness.\"\n\"His words are the illness,\" Christina countered. \"As proven\nby his actions. Show me your neck.\"\nThe dragon rolled onto his belly, hissing and snapping at\nChristina tersely. \"There's nothing to see.\"\n\"Then you will show me, and I will leave you alone. We both\nwill.\"\nThe dragon swung his neck to the side to expose the bleeding\ncuts where his Rider's sword split his scales and hide apart. \"He was angry. He\ndoes that when he's angry. Those who massacred his tribe angered him.\"\n\"To the point where he harms a member of his tribe?\"\nChristina asked.\n\"I don't know.\"\n\"You do.\"\nHis head shot towards her, his gaze narrow. \"I don't. He\nsaid dragons are gone, yet you're here...\"\n\"A dragon that you wanted to kill,\" Vyr screeched. \nThe dragon lowered his head to the ground and closed his\neyes. \"I didn't. The master wanted her dead. I just did what he said to avoid\nthe pain.\"\nChristina flinched at the gashes drawn across the dragon's\nneck, where the human's blade struck him.\nAnd not only this time. His scales flecked in patches to\nexpose the scarred, grey hide underneath.\n\"Why did you obey such scum, dragon? When a swipe of your\ntalons is all it takes to earn your freedom?\"\nThe dragon's gray tongue poked out of his mouth to flick\nacross his snout. His gaze raised to meet Christina's, then sank into the\nground again. \"He was my father, and they--\" he sprawled a wing to encompass the\ndead bandits, \"my tribe, thinned to a few remaining survivors by the\nneighboring kingdoms and shunned by everybody. They had no land of their own,\nno homes, and no family left. Just like me.\"\nVyr stepped towards the dragon, his beak wide open to allow\na thin, constant shriek. \"Mindless, flying lizard, that bends his ear to humans\nwithout even contesting...\" he trailed off and wrapped his talons around the\ndragon's neck, right under his chin.\nChristina yelped, her paw stretched forward to touch Vyr's\ntaut haunch.\n\"Humans twist minds. That's what they do, Vyr. We both know\nit, and now he knows as well.\"\nVyr jerked his head back and forth, as if searching for the\nweak spot in the dragon's neck to deliver his killing blow. \"Our task is to\nkill bandits, all of them,\" he spoke with surprising smoothness. \"He's a\nbandit.\"\n\"He's also a dragon.\" Christina massaged Vyr's haunch, then\ntrailed her paw across his flank, where three bloody furrows raked it, and up\nto Vyr's twitching ears. She cupped one to fondle. \"Too far from the mountains,\njust like me.\"\nShe continued to stroke his nape as she glanced down at the\ndragon. \"Shouldn't he get the same treatment like I did? To find his home, to\nfind a mate, to raise hatchlings?\"\nVyr broke off with a shrill and a flap of his wings.\nChristina's jaws tightened. One thing she disliked was being\nleft alone in such situations. By the one she wanted to mate, nevertheless!\"\nShe approached the wary dragon and placed a paw upon his\nsnout. \"What's your name, dragon?\"\n\"Ranthar.\"\n\"Past is past. We have no dealings with the past.\" She\nsighed and drew back several steps. \"You're free, Ranthar,\" Christina said. \"Free\nto fly wherever you please.\"\nRanthar's nostrils flared. He blinked once, then poked his\nsnout forward, sniffing at Christina's lower belly once before drawing back\nwith a snort. Christina flinched when he gathered his paws underneath him to\nrise onto his shivering limbs. \nHe was smaller than he seemed up there, his shoulders barely\npassing Christina in height. His serpentine neck towered above her, ending with\nan angular head bearing the most pleasant of shapes. His snout thinned towards\nthe tip, just like hers, and his black horns were smooth and curved along the\nback of his skull. The rest of his body, unlike Vyr's, was twice as big, with\nmuscular haunches and a tail so long Christina found herself staring at it.\nHis wounded wings drooped at his sides a moment after, and\nso did his gaze.\n\"You are graceful as you are kind, bipedal sibling.\" His\nhead cocked. \"But freedom...it's something foreign to me.\"\n\"I keep no slaves,\" Christina hissed. \"Nor will you, from\nnow on. Kill only if you must, take that which is not taken, and find love\nwhere love is to be found. Now go,\" she said, straining to keep her shudders\nout of her voice.\nRanthar didn't go. Not before sniffing at her groin once\nagain. \"You're in heat.\"\n\"I'm in heat,\" Christina said at the same time with Ranthar.\nHe shook his head and licked his snout several times,\ngrumbling. \"It's..unlike any other scent I encountered,\" Ranthar said. His\nlimbs buckled, then he hurled himself into the air with a few terse flaps.\nChristina watched the light gray underside of his tail, his\nsimilarly colored feet, and the growing erection he sported between his\nhaunches. Christina's wings jerked with the urge to follow him, to see more\nthan just the tip of a light gray member, but froze still when Vyr landed\nbesides her.\n\"He's a killer, not deserving of your kindness.\"\nChristina rested a hand on the gryphon's beak. \"Everybody\nis, especially those who are manipulated into killing against their will.\"\nVyr sighed and dipped his head, but the fire didn't leave\nhis eyes. \"Aren't slaves lost without their master, to wander in search of that\nwhich they don't understand?\"\n\"Give him time,\" Christina said. She took a deep breath as\nher body shuddered in remembrance of the dragon's soft whiffs at her groin. \"His\ninstincts will guide him towards a mate, one that shall offer him the\nfulfillment he needs.\"\n\"Killing the farmers that defend the livestock he'll prey\nupon can be equally fulfilling,\" Vyr retorted.\n\"Not more than a female's slick insides around his tight\nmember,\" Christina shot back.\nVyr snorted at that. \"That's your heat speaking. Any male\nthat gauges you suddenly seems a likely mate.\"\nChristina wrapped her arms around Vyr's neck and placed her\nchin upon his beak to stare straight into his eyes. \"Even you?\"\n\"I am--I am...\" Vyr clacked his beak due to nervousness and\nwhipped his tail across his back. \n\"You are a male, yes,\" Christina cooed. \"One that probably\nwonders how it feels to mate.\"\nVyr's ears flattened in submission as his eyes darted\naround, unable to gaze into Christina's. \"We have to fly back to grab the\nsaddle and its bags, is what we have to do. I'm growing dizzy. Need a healing\npoultice, food in my belly, and rest.\"\n\"You said your wounds are mere scratches,\" Christina said.\nShe changed a look at his neck, yet no fresh blood stained the dried one.\n\"That was before the dragon...\" he began fidgeting as his\nframe stiffened.\n\"Convenient, yet there is one part of a male's body that\nnever lies.\"\nChristina licked his beak and drew back, her lips twitching\nwith the effort to suppress her smile after peeking under Vyr's tail. He\nclaimed he was dizzy and weak, yet his erect member didn't even throb--it\nlurched with pent-up lust. \nA short gasp escaped her muzzle at how big her Vyr grew--big\nenough to send rippling shudders down her thighs. \nHer crevice dampened with renewed arousal, and warm shudders\ncrept through her taut frame, relaxing her muscles, her mind, leaving nothing\nbut the faint pulsing of her needy lips. Christina's cheeks reddened instantly,\nand she suddenly sweltered inside the confines of her clothing. She had to get\nout of them, like she did last night. Toss them aside and...\nShe moaned when Vyr's tightness flashed through her mind,\nall thick and ruddy and pulsating with needy throbs. And gryphon cocks were so\ndifferent from a dragon's! Vyr's had a tapered tip bearing a conical shape,\ngrowing in thickness up to his great knot that was supposed to keep females in\nplace, during their peak. Or so he claimed. The thought alone made Christina's\nknees melt and her breath to grow into silent huffs.\n\"...tina. Christina!\"\nShe yelped and shuddered back to her senses when something\nwarm and feathery poked at her shoulder. Vyr's cheek. \n\"Hmm?\"\n\"I thought--you were staring and I--are you ready to fly back\nto our camp?\" \nVyr huffed too, and he kept switching his weight from one\nside to the other while his tail flicked and his wings jerked in their sockets.\n\"No,\" she said. \"The only thing I want right now is to mate.\"\nVyr released a muffled squeak and covered his head with a\nwing. \"It's just...it's just the heat. Let it pass. I--\"\nShe couldn't. Not when her thighs were thoroughly soaked in\nher arousal. Christina grabbed the gryphon's head and caressed the sides of his\nbeak until the male's uncertain gaze finally fixated on her. \"I want to mate\nwith you. Stop this pretense and give me a straight answer. Will you mate me?\"\nThe gryphon released a high pitched squawk and took a step\nback. \"Christina...\"\nShe grinned, grabbed his beak and licked it again while\nfondling his ears. \"What's holding you back?\"\n\"Our friendship,\" Vyr squeaked. \"I never mated, I'm\nunworthy, I will--will do something wrong and hurt you somehow and...\"\n\"Stop,\" Christina said. Unworthy? Did he really believe that?\nShe licked his beak again, then took several jittery steps back and pulled down\nher leggings to expose her swollen draconic pussy. She winced as her muscles\nclenched in anticipation when Vyr's eyes absorbed the delightful sight.\nShe whirled on her heels a moment after, went onto her\nfours, and offered herself to Vyr. \"You know what to do.\"\n\"No, I don't.\" His voice shuddered from the sheer lust\nbuilding inside him. \"You're a dragoness and--\"\n\"A female,\" Christina interrupted. \"One that waits to be taken\nby the one male who I trust and love.\"\nShe didn't have to glance back. Vyr's shadow already loomed\nabove her. \nChristina shuddered and let out a soft moan as his downy\nfeathers brushed against her wings. His limbs fell at her sides, and his chest\npressed against her back. Then, his haunches squeezed hers, hard enough to keep\nher in place for what followed. Christina's talons dug into the ground as a\ntantalizing ripple washed through her. She was about to mate. Was about to...\n\"Nghh,\" she whined when hot, tight, squirting meat poked\nthrough her lips and into her clenching tunnel. Vyr cried his bliss above her,\nand slid more of his cock inside her.\nChristina squeezed her eyes shut against the relentless\nthrobs of his cock and the elation they brought to her shuddering depths.\nLittle by little, the gryphon parted her slick insides, stretching her,\ncaressing her with his tiny spines and nubs of tight flesh, pushing her to the\npeak of her pleasure.\nHer wings fluttered, and Vyr's haunches began to shudder\nwith climactic ripples. He spurted so much and so often inside her, Christina\ncouldn't tell if it was pre or if he already came. Gryphons were so\ndelightfully different from dragons, and every jet stimulated her already\nfrayed senses. \nChristina tried to hold back a moment longer, to feel more\nof Vyr stretching her. \nShe couldn't. A spasm traversed her muscles, followed by the\nmost intense wave of pleasure Christina ever felt. She tried to growl, roar,\nwhine, but the sounds died in her throat as her body stiffened to allow her to\nsavor every overwhelming shudder of pleasure that coursed through her.\nShe clenched tight around Vyr, so tight that the gryphon's\nbalance wavered as his earsplitting shriek burst from his beak. Christina\nroared in unison with him as his seed flooded her nether depths, splashing\nagainst her sensitive walls with enough might to amplify her climax to the\npoint where breath left her body.\nPleasure overwhelmed her. Pleasure flared her senses like\nthey had never been flared before. And each throb, every jerk of Vyr's cock\ninside her, enflamed it. Christina leaned her head against the ground while her\nbody reached the height of her orgasmic peak, whining with every surge of\nfemcum gushing out of her. \nVyr remained inside her, tight like when he first came, his\nknot shivering against her lips from his orgasmic spurts. Christina slammed her\nhindquarters against it, trying to let it inside her, but her walls were\nalready so tight, and Vyr still gushed out thick, rich spurts inside her.\nChristina rolled to the side when her muscles loosened,\npanting and utterly spent. Combined fluids coated her thighs with slick, ivory\nsheen, and more dripped from her pussy, bloated to the brim with thick gryphon\nseed. \nShe turned her head to watch a cawing Vyr, who staggered\naround while his blood engorged member still spurted thin strands of seed. He\nfell on his side, trying to grab and hold his member still forepaw. Too coarse.\nHe winced, got up, thrust feebly into the air, then crashed onto his chest due\nto momentum. He shrieked again as his member brushed against the ground.\n\"Vyr...Vyr...\" Christina mumbled, too spent to even form words.\n\"Come here.\"\nBy the time he did, his shrinking knot already retreated\nback into his furred sheath. His member stopped jerking and spewing seed, and\nbegan to shrivel.\nThe gryphon crashed on his back to avoid putting weight on\nhis flank wounds. Christina crawled towards him to rest her head on his\nfeathery chest.\n\"I need...to rest,\" she whispered.\nVyr responded with a thin, sporadic squeak. He panted, and\nhis head lolled to the side, his beak half parted to allow his little tongue\nout.\nChristina smirked at the sight, then closed her eyes. Her\nhead whirled from her draining orgasm, and sleep took her before she even knew\nit.\nShe woke up in Vyr's clutch, his talons gently wrapped\naround her and his wing draped tight against her frame. The feathery shelter\nmuffled the heavy scents of the dead, yet Christina still coughed from the\npungent touch of too much human blood. \nVyr tensed up at that. His talons flexed around her, and his\nhead poked through the barrier of plumes.\n\"Go back to sleep,\" Vyr cooed. \nThick, impenetrable darkness surrounded them. Even\nChristina's draconic eyes had difficulties making out anything past the dead\nbandits and the tree line.\n\"Night already?\"\nVyr's beak drooped for a moment before his ears perked.\n\"Yes. Now rest, dearest.\"\n\"I am rested. You aren't.\" She grabbed Vyr's shivering beak\nto stroke him. \"You didn't even close your eyes. Not even for a moment.\"\n\"That dragon may come back to finish what his master\ncommanded him to.\" Vyr tried to wriggle his head out of Christina's grip, but\nhis strength faltered. \n\"No he won't.\" Christina frowned. \"And you're trembling like\na leaf.\" A jolt of panic ran through Christina's frame, rousing her senses and putting\nsense into her numb muscles. \"I'll fly to grab the saddlebags and treat your\nwounds.\"\nVyr squawked in protest and curled his neck around Christina\nto keep her still. \"I'll fly with you. Can't leave you alone, unwatched, not\neven for the span of a blink.\"\nChristina scoffed while pushing at the gryphon's neck.\n\"Ridiculous. The only threats in these woods were the bandits.\"\n\"That dragon isn't.\"\nChristina ceased her struggle and allowed Vyr's head to\ncover her lap. \"He's a dragon, not a bandit. Dragons can't be bandits. A mount,\nis what he was.\"\n\"One that knows you're in heat,\" Vyr said as he brought a\nwing down upon Christina. \"I'm not letting you go alone. Not ever.\"\nChristina opened her maw, then closed it when a warm shudder\ncrept through her being. Her stomach fluttered, her heart swelled, and her\nfeatures softened. \"I still am your wing guard, Vyr. A mating doesn't change\nthat.\"\n\"It does. I...\" he released a soft, drawn-out squeak. \"I'm\nyour mate now.\" His wide, hopeful eyes bore into hers. \"Are you my mate as\nwell?\"\nThat one word stunned Christina. She yelped in surprise,\nthen licked at Vyr's beak several times to bide her time. Dragons didn't choose\nthe first partner they mated as a mate like gryphons did, nor did they mate for\nlife. A dragon could mate however many males she wished, as long as she stayed\nwith the last one to raise her clutch.\n\"I am,\" Christina said, her tone hushed yet adamant. She had\nknown that for a while, ever since she contemplated mating with Vyr last\nsummer. \"I am your mate, Vyr.\"\nVyr trilled as he pressed her tight to his chest, his cheeks\nbrushing against her sides, her breasts. Christina giggled at first and joined\nher mate's mirth by nipping and licking his twitching ears. Then, her gleeful\nlaughter died in her throat when pained squeaks escaped Vyr every time his\nwings connected with his wounds.\nShe pushed his neck to the side, pretending to caress his\nnape, before lunging to the side with a flap-enhanced jump. Vyr rolled onto his\nfeet, squawked at her and unfurled his wings.\n\"Don't even dare,\" Christina hissed. \"You'll stay here and\nrest and never attempt to follow me.\"\nIt must've been her commanding tone, for Vyr dropped onto\nhis belly and hid his beak under a wing. \"May your return be swift,\" he said\nwith a hint of irritation.\nChristina didn't even waste time replying. She burst into\nthe air, growling when the night's breeze whipped at her seed drenched pussy. She\nclamped her thighs shut to compensate for the lack of pants, only to wince at\nhow slick she felt down there. \nHer discomfort only lasted until blessed moonlight spilled\npast the edge of a cloud, its silvery rays revealing everything to Christina's\neyes. She noticed squirrels resting among the treetops, owl flying back and\nforth, hooting to one another, and the paw shaped clearing where Vyr's\nsaddlebags were. Her heart swelled in her chest as she angled her body into a\ndive before sprawling her wings to land. She grabbed the three saddlebacks,\ntied them around her neck and held the saddle under her armpit. \nThe extra load weighed her down, forcing her to flap twice\nas much to remain in the air as she flew back towards the bandit clearing.\nIt was empty but for the decaying bodies and the small\npuddle of cum she leaked during her mating with Vyr. Christina's heart skipped\na beat. She whimpered, then clenched her jaws to muffle it. Vyr...that rascal\nfeatherhead! Why couldn't he stay put when he was told to?\nChristina launched herself into the sky to glide above the\ntreetops, her eyes scanning for every trace of nocturnal activity. Everything\nwas infuriatingly still. No sounds, no movement. Only silence.\nA screech made Christina shudder. It was deep, smooth, just\nlike Vyr's. She banked towards it, then growled when she spotted the outline of\nher mate, lying on his belly on the sandy bank of a dried river.\n\"I almost ate one of the bandits. I had my talons pressed\nagainst his soft, succulent belly.\" He raised his head. \"I chose to fly away\nbefore my hunger forced me to do it.\"\n\"Even when I told you not to?\"\nVyr's ears flattened across the back of his skull. \"We mated\ntoday, and I already went against your request.\"\n\"For a good reason, by the looks of it,\" Christina said as she\nshrugged her shoulders and flicked her wrist to dismiss the topic. \n\"There's no reason good enough to betray the trust of my\nmate so easily.\" His head dipped, so low to the ground his beak dug halfway\ninto the coarse sand. \"I apologize.\"\n\"I'll only accept your apology if you stand completely still.\"\nShe dropped her load on the ground, then fumbled through the saddlebags for\nlinen bandages, a jar of healing salve, a bundle of herbs, a bowl and a wooden\nspoon. Vyr craned his head towards the items she placed on the ground and let\nout a thin squeak. \n\"Adder's tongue, to help seal the wounds,\" he said.\n\"Drake tears as well, firebloom, silverleaf, arrowblooms as\nwell. Salve mixed with the paste of these herbs and a good night's rest is all\nyou need to brave the skies tomorrow.\" She favored him a curt smile. \"Just in\ntime to catch me breakfast.\"\nVyr's stomach rumbled audibly at the mention of food.\n\"Because I'm doing the catching tonight,\" Christina added as\nshe untied the bundle of herbs and hurled it into the bowl.\n\"No you don't,\" Vyr said, screeching to emphasize his point.\n\"I'll follow you, go against your word, and apologize again. But I will follow\nyou.\"\nChristina sighed. She scratched one ear with a paw while the\nother grabbed the jar of healing salve, uncorked it, then emptied it into the\nbowl before mashing everything together with the wooden spoon.\n\"That dragon's long gone, Vyr. Let go of him yourself.\"\n\"Would if I could. A male doesn't simply let a female in\nheat go away, and he's a dragon.\"\n\"He's a quadruped, a feral, one that has little in common with\nme. He even has scales...\" Christina trailed off as she remembered his imposing\nhide, glistening under the dying sun's rays like liquid iron. \n\"And a mating instinct far stronger than yours,\" Vyr added\nwith a clack of his beak. \"The mind can only resist for so long when instincts\ncloud your judgment.\"\nChristina rolled her eyes. She began pounding the herbs to a\npulp with strong enough swings to make the bowl rattle. \"My judgment is crisp\nclear, and, before you ask, I didn't mate you on a whim. I had it in mind since\nlast year.\"\nHer eyes darted towards Vyr just in time to notice his\nshuddering beak, his twitching ears, his rapid blinks. \"Then why didn't you do\nit?\" He tucked his head under a wing right away, making Christina chuckle.\n\"It didn't seem right, for the bipedal to mate the feral.\nBut then, this heat came, and I...\" she sighed and lowered her gaze to her bowl\nas she gripped it tighter. \"I let my instincts guide me, and then, it happened.\nAnd I want to do it again. Preferably tonight.\" Her voice dropped to a whisper\nby the end.\nIf Vyr heard it, he showed no signs of it. \"Instincts are\nnever wrong. We just believe they are, sometimes.\" His chin lowered on top of\nhis healthy front paw, and a great sigh rushed through his flared nostrils. \"It\nshouldn't be wrong to eat the dead. Prey, predator, feral, bipedal, they're all\nmeat.\"\nChristina shuddered at the topic, but kept stirring her\nsmooth mixture. \n\"And I was so hungry, so dizzy. I had the corpse in my talons,\na juicy morsel that I hunted myself.\" He cawed and scratched at an ear with his\ntalons. \"I flew away before I did it.\"\n\"Why didn't you? It's just meat, and you bear more wounds\nthan any of my mates have the right to.\"\n Vyr's gaze shot\nupwards, towards the twinkling stars. \"I never ate humans, Christina, not even\nwhen their traps and spears and crossbows crippled my family and forced them to\nflee their territory. You know that.\"\nShe nodded. If she didn't convince the villagers to cut the\nnet and let Vyr follow her for a hefty sum of gold.... Her head swirled at the\nmere notion of never flying with him, cuddling with him, mating him.\n\"Their village was already there when my parents came and\nsprayed the trees with their scent to make it their territory. We intruded, and\nthey tried to fight back, to reclaim what was lost. Why hunt the predator that\ndefends his spoils and young?\"\n\"That didn't stop you from feeding off their livestock,\"\nChristina said, smiling in her taunting way.\n\"I didn't know they were spoils. Any prey that is stupid\nenough to graze in the open deserves to end up in a gryphon's talons.\"\n\"And the shepherd that watched over the flock? His presence\ndidn't stir your doubt?\"\nVyr shrieked. \"He only had a cane, and I made sure to snatch\nmy prize while he slept. Which he did. A lot.\"\n\"And then, the guards with their crossbows came,\" Christina\nsaid.\n\"They always missed. Me and my younger sister made a game of\nit too, to stand still and not twitch a wing before the crossbows loosened\ntheir bolts.\" Vyr released a series of sharp squawks, his beak clacking with\namusement. \"They still missed. Even when we stood still as stones. But they\nwore rags, and slept much, and screamed and ran to their dwellings faster than\nrabbits when we buffeted our wings at them. The metal bearing humans that\nfollowed were different...\" Vyr's words came to a stop as he began preening a\nwing.\n\"Keep that exactly the way it is,\" Christina said as she\npushed herself onto her feet. \"Need complete access to your flanks.\"\nVyr stood still as a lamb while she smeared her paste over\nthe sword cut above his right forepaw. The bite in his neck followed, a bloody\nmess that Christina had to use her claws on. Vyr squeaked in pain as she tugged\nat the clumped feathers hard enough to make them part and reveal the wound.\nSeveral punctures, lined up in a crescent arc, shallow enough to cause more\nworry than damage. She covered them in light green paste, then moved along the\nthree rakes on his right side before smearing the long gash on his haunch. She\nused up the rest of the paste on several other cuts and scrapes and claw rakes,\nand bandaged only his neck and front leg before the cloth ran out.\n\"Now rest. Don't mention anything about any dragon to stay\nup. That won't work a second time.\" \nVyr squeaked in approval and opened his right haunch for her\nto crawl next to, the one that didn't bear any wounds. Christina did, but not\nbefore slipping out of her clothes, much to Vyr's discomfort. He thrust curt\nglances at her naked chest, and his hindquarters shifted several times to\naccommodate his erection.\nFrom the way Vyr rested, on his belly and with a haunch\nspread for Christina, she had full view of the gryphon's bulged sack and the\ngrowing member pushing out of his throbbing sheath. \nHot wetness oozed from her shuddering lips, making her moan.\nShe took a deep breath to contain her rising lust. Vyr needed to rest and heal,\nnot mate. And yet, her heat clouded her senses, blotting out everything but for\nthe constant ripples running through her nether depths. Each sapped her\nstrength, little by little, until Christina crawled on her elbows up to Vyr's\nthrobbing cock.\nIt was small compared to her frame, yet big at the same\ntime, with a smooth enough tip and tiny spines and bumps along its thick base\nthat ended with his bulged knot. With each bob of his cock, it threatened to\nspill from his stretched sheath. It grew so big...almost as big as one of her\nbreasts! Christina moaned at the thought of having it inside her, a thing so\nbig and tight that would stretch her like she had never been stretched before.\nVyr's tapered tip jerked, shooting thin strands of pre on\nher bare chest. One caught her upon a pink nipple, making her snout scrunch\nfrom the tantalizing wave of pleasure that rushed through her.\nShe didn't think about the repercussions. She just grabbed\nVyr by his sack, propped herself onto her elbows, and shoved his needy member\nstraight between her light pink breasts.\nVyr's lustful cry filled her ears, yet not as much as his\ncock filled the gap between her tits. She fondled his furred, golden orbs with\na paw while the other rubbed against his length, across her taut nipples, up\nhis member. A soft push against his sheath was all it took for Vyr's knot to\nspill out. His screech died in his throat, replaced by a deep, rumbling moan.\nIn her overpowering haze of delight, Christina didn't even\nnotice Vyr getting onto his feet. All she saw were his hindquarters, lowered\nnext to the ground. All she felt were his terse, wild thrusts through the\nnarrow gap between her breasts.\nChristina let go of Vyr's sack to squeeze her tits tight\naround her mate's cock, making the gryphon whimper his lust in the process. One\npart of him refused to go in, however. \nThe knot. It swelled so hard, it pounded against Christina's\nbare breasts, drawing curt moans out of her tight muzzle with every stroke.\nFrom the size of an apple, it grew to rival the size of her own boobs. And it\nfelt so smooth and hot to the touch! She wrapped two fingers around its base to\nsqueeze it lightly, only to gasp when Vyr unleashed his torrent upon her with a\nharsh shriek.\nHis member jerked out of her grip, bobbing up and down to\nslap her across her breasts, slap her snout, poke at her horns. Vyr's smooth,\npink member was everywhere all of a sudden. \nChristina shut her eyes just in time to shield them from a\njet of seed that splashed upon her face. It bore Vyr's fragrance, zesty and\nsmooth, only stronger. His scent enflamed her senses, and the jerks of his cock\nbetween her boobs brought a shuddering ripple down her spine. Her elbows\ntrembled as Vyr's hot seed slithered down her belly to reach her nether lips.\nShe was already teetering on the verge of her own climax. One stroke, just one\nstroke would...\nChristina pushed aside Vyr's pesky member as she turned\naround. The gryphon's hindquarters still thrust feebly, yet enough to send\nVyr's tightness into her flanks, to ram it into the base of her tail, and\nfinally, into her pussy.\nShe moaned, only to clench her jaws and hiss when Vyr began\npounding her with renewed vigor. The terse strokes took her breath away, made\nher wings flutter from her impending climax. Emboldened by her clenching\ninsides around his member, Vyr thrust harder, faster, enough to plunge his knot\nstraight through her crevice.\nChristina's head shot upwards, a gasp escaping her tight\nthroat instead of a roar. That's all she managed, with so much of Vyr's tight\nlength inside of her. His knot stretched her walls to their limits and beyond,\nand the tremors wracking his members, along with his strong jets splashing into\nthe depths of her extra sensitive tunnel paralyzed her body.\nShe crashed on her chest, unable to breathe or moan or flick\nher tail. That's how strong her orgasm hit her. It felt like liquid fire,\npulsing inside her before dispersing through her, forcing every fiber of her\nbody to tighten, loosen and tighten again as she rode out her orgasm.\nA drawn-out moan left Christina's numb snout once her walls\nloosened enough around Vyr for the gryphon to push his gushing member out of\nher. Everything felt either numb, stiff, or burning, like her seed drenched\npussy. She sneaked a finger inside, wincing at how sensitive she was after such\noverwhelming climax. Her eyes drooped with fatigue, and her head spun from the\nsheer intensity of Vyr's thrusts, of his bulged knot inside her.\nShe smiled up at him when Vyr's head turned.\n\"That's your definition of rest?\" he inquired.\n\"I know I'll--I will rest...well enough,\" she mumbled.\nVyr stretched a wing above her to shield her seed drenched\nframe from the chilling wind. It coated her chest, arms, thighs, painting her\nmagenta hide in ivory white. Most of it dribbled onto the ground in thin,\nsticky lines, but Christina didn't wipe herself. Vyr's strong scent soothed\nher, as did his warm seed inside her. She blinked, but didn't have the strength\nto open her eyes again.\n\"This is ridiculous,\" she growled to the gryphon towering\nabove her. \"I can't even mate properly.\"\n\"You are more than proper,\" Vyr cooed. \n\"In your world. In mine, dragons don't practically pass out before\nthey even crawl up to their mates to cuddle.\"\n\"Gryphon females do, at the peak of their heat. Their climax\nhits them hard and fast, and ends just as quickly to leave them exhausted.\"\nChristina scoffed. \"I'm no gryphon, Vyr, no matter how I\nfeel down there.\"\n\"Like the smoothest of silks,\" Vyr said along with a mellow\nsquawk. Christina blushed, so fierce her cheeks seethed. She turned her head\naway from Vyr, urging the gryphon's shadow to retreat from her.\n\"Regardless, you're still a female, filled with fertile\nseed. If a gryphon would hunt after her mating, she would spill most of it\nduring her flight. Better for her to rest under the caress of her afterglow.\"\n\"Mhm,\" Christina grunted. \"I call that weakness.\"\n\"There is no weakness involved in giving your clutch the\nbest chance.\"\nChristina shuddered at that, and her gaze drooped to the\ncoarse sand below. Vyr's seed already seeped into it, making it harden in\nstrange formations bearing even stranger shapes. Christina scooped up one such\nshape, only to have it crumble before it even made it to her palm.\nThat's what Vyr's seed was to her. Crumbling hopes. It\nwouldn't quicken, nor make her heat go away. \n\"I'll have no clutch, Vyr.\" She lifted her gaze to match his\nwavering one. \"I accepted that the moment I mated you. I'm fine with it.\"\nVyr's beak shuddered. His head tilted back and forth between\nthe saddlebags, never settling. \"I shouldn't mate with you again. It was\nenough, it was--\"\n\"The best choice I made after rescuing you,\" Christina\nintervened. \"I don't know how a dragon feels, but you fill me perfectly.\"\n\"With nothing but slimy goo.\" Vyr's poise crumbled, and his\nvoice shook.\nChristina growled at that. She scrambled onto her feet and,\nwith a flap-enhanced leap, she landed besides his beak. \"Look at me.\" She\ngrabbed his beak and forced him to face her. \"I'm your mate now. You said it\nyourself. A clutch changes nothing.\"\nVyr squeaked and squirmed in her grip, but Christina didn't\nrelent. \"What am I, Vyr?\"\n\"The mate I can't ever please.\" He jerked free, then dashed\naway from her and took off with broad, steady wing beats. \n\"Your bandages will fall off, pride-filled featherhead!\" She\nroared to what was reduced to a patch of burgundy in the sky. She spread her\nwings and bent her knees for a jump, yet only hissed and whipped the ground\nwith her bladed tail. Gryphons had their moments. No words, no desperate chase\nin the sky to convince them otherwise, changed that.\nChristina flew along the riverbed instead, up to a\nbeaver-made dam that dried up this portion of the river and to the waterfall\nthat supplied the water. She landed upon the slick rocks, her talons scraping\nfor purchase as she shuffled into the curtain of freezing water. She only\nloitered long enough for Vyr's seed to wash off, then she flew back to their\ncamp.\nVyr waited her with a spotted deer, already skinned, with\nthe juicy organs resting on the side and the smelly entrails buried somewhere\nwhere she didn't see or feel their stench.\n\"I thought males only spill seed when they mate, not the\nknowledge of who was supposed to hunt this meal.\"\n\"A male provides,\" Vyr said with a bow. \"As long as he can\nfly, that is.\"\n\"And who provides the extra bandages--oh,\" Christina said\nwhen Vyr rotated on the spot to show his paste covered wounds, bandages\nincluded. \"I'll let you off, if only because you took the time to bury the\ndisgusting innards.\"\nChristina lifted a finger and swayed her tail menacingly\nwhen Vyr backed away from the kill. \"Now you're just trying your luck.\" She\nhurled the heart in his direction and glared at him until he grabbed it in his\nbeak. \"Better. This as well.\" She prepared to grab the liver when a half of the\nheart landed upon her wrist with a wet squelch. \nIt was Vyr's turn to glare and clack his beak until she\nrolled her eyes and bit into the fleshy morsel. \"So now that we're mates, I'll\nhave to put up with this?\" She asked after gulping down.\n\"Or eat everything you please before I do.\"\n\"Gryphon logic.\"Christina couldn't help but smile at his\nridiculous demand. \"Let the male starve while the female gets fat. \n\"The female eats not only for herself, but for her clutch,\"\nVyr added.\nChristina licked her lips at that, flattened her ears and\ndivided everything into equal portions before gobbling her share.  \n\"I need to stretch my wings. Don't follow me.\"\nVyr raised his bloodied beak from the deer carcass. He\nsqueaked his puzzlement at her, but blinked in approval.\nChristina flew away without looking back at her mate. His\nleaf-green eyes made her stomach churn and her blood boil. He should despise\nher for being nothing but a barren husk for his seed, not hunt for her. \nHe made his intentions known, too. He no longer wanted to\nmate her, and even if he did, it would be because Christina had talked him into\ndoing it.\nTears sprung from the corners of her eyes, turning her gaze blurry.\nShe landed on top of the nearest hill she found, crumbled onto her knees and let\nthe tears slither down her cheeks.\n\"We'll make...make it work somehow,\" she said through her\nsobs. \"He just needs time--time to accept a lonely life, without young to rise.\"\nOr would he? Time healed, but time also made shallow wounds fester if left\nuntreated. Christina cupped her face in her palms and growled her pain and\nfrustration. It hurt, but each tug at her heart served to remind her just what\ninstincts did to her bipedal kind. They addled her mind and body, to the point\nwhere she would have let any male with a big enough cock to mate her.\nShe stiffened at the realization, and her mind lurched at\nthe truth in it. She would have mated with any feral male, if only to get rid\nof that pestering tingle.\nWhy did it have to be Vyr? Why not a wolf, or one of the\nbigger species of cats, or...or...\nThe beating of wings made her flinch. She went up onto her\nswaying limbs and raised her arms to cover her face from the gusts of wind thrown\nby the slate dragon's wings. He landed in front of her, his head held low and\nhis tail tucked between his legs.\n\"You again,\" she rasped, then swallowed hard to clear her\nthroat. \"I told you to go away, to savor your freedom.\"\n\"I don't know what freedom is,\" he whined. \"I don't know how\nto enjoy that which I never had.\" He released a great sigh. \"I feel lost.\"\n\"Feel lost somewhere else. This is my hill.\" Christina wiped\nthe traces of her tears and scowled at the dragon. \"Be gone. Find your own females\nto whine at.\"\n\"I don't know where to find them.\"\nChristina snarled and took several steps towards him. \"Use\nyour senses!\" She growled. \"Track a female in heat. I don't care what, or how\nyou do it, as long as you fly away.\" She stood inches from his snout, from his\nrapidly blinking eyes. His deep, panicked breaths warmed her bare body and\nforced her thighs shut when soft tingles ran through Christina's frame.\nShe smiled at the dragon, then chuckled. \"You're not even a\nfull grown dragon, are you? Just a drake, barely old enough to get hard.\"\nRanthar's shoulders stood only a foot taller than her, and\neven though his body surpassed the height of an elephant, his wing span left to\nbe desired. Same for his petite gray horns, ebony claws and meaty paws. A real\ndragon would have towered above her, casting deep shadows with his impressive\nbulk. This one bore one too many scars across his neck, and his gaze kept\nevading hers.\n\"On your haunches.\"\nThe dragon snorted and lifted a forepaw.\n\"Sit, dragon,\" Christina hissed.\nRanthar stiffened and looked left and right, as if his human\nmaster was still around to provide an answer.\n\"On your haunches, drake, or I'll fly so far away you will\nnever find me again.\"\nHe licked his snout, favored her a curt glance and fell on\nhis haunches.\nChristina crawled under him, grabbed his erect member,\nshifted to the side to avoid being splattered full of cum, and began to stroke\nit.\nRanthar's roar broke into a growl which shattered into\nfeeble whimpers. His haunches shivered with the urge to get up, but he\ncouldn't. Not when pleasure fettered his very being.\nChristina pulled more of his cock out of his light gray\nslit, rubbing the ridges spread along his meaty base, all the way up to his\nbulging knot. She tugged harder at his cock to get the knot out of his slit,\nbut Ranthar had enough. His member stiffened for a short moment before it began\njerking violently to unleash his enormous load. \nRanthar didn't even roar--he whimpered while he came, so\ncaught up in the thrill of mating that his body swayed lightly before his\ntalons dug into the ground for purchase. Christina let go of his member when\nhis spurts subsided to dull throbs and lunged from under him.\n\"You got what you wanted. Now leave me be.\"\nHe moaned, then dropped on his side to grip at his still\nspurting member. The coarse touch of his light grey feet made him growl in\ndiscomfort. He let go of himself, whimpering as silvery snakes of draconic cum splashed\nacross his belly and slithered onto the ground.\nChristina's lips twitched at the alluring fragrance. Soft\nyet heavy, sharp and smooth. And his member--Christina's fingers still clenched\nand loosened in remembrance of that perfect fit, of those fine ridges that\ncaressed her thumbs in the most exciting of ways. If Ranthar mated her...\nThen his draconic seed would fill her, and with it, the\nvague promise of a clutch.\nHer eyes widened at the thought, and she smiled such a broad\nsmile her lips hurt. \"Ranthar. Ranthar. Ranthar!\"\nThe drake's eyes snapped open. He rolled onto his feet, his\nhead lolling as he panted from Christina's ministrations.\n\"The thing you did, with your paws...why?\"\n\"To relieve you. To get myself out of your head, so that you\ncan fly away without an erection to slap against your belly.\" \n\"It was--I never thought I'll--\" he flinched when his gaze\nfell on Christina's breats.\nHer eyes narrowed. \"I already have a mate, one whose talons\nitch to find your neck. Having you around, a horny drake who wants nothing more\nthan mate me, complicated things. I thought I'll give you one last parting\nkindness before...\"\n\"You were the first who ever said that word and meant it,\"\nRanthar said as he spread his wings and looked towards the sky. \n\"Wait, Ranthar, I changed my mind.\"\nThe dragon turned around to face her.\n\"I'll lead you away from human territory, show you where\nother feral dragons nest. You can travel with me and Vyr.\"\nHe cocked his head.\n\"As long as you mate me,\" she blurted out.\nHer knees buckled at her outlandish request, but Ranthar\nseemed equally surprised. His wings fluttered slightly, and he kept stomping\nhis front paws, as if he wanted to fly away at a moment's notice.\n\"The gryphon's your mate, and if there's anything I learned\nfrom my human tribe, is that gryphons take mates for life.\"\n\"You're not going to be my mate,\" Christina said. \"Only the\nmale who fills me with a more fertile seed than Vyr's.\"\nRanthar backed away, his shoulders slumped. \"I never heard\nof my kind mating yours. Whatever you speak of is--\"\n\"True,\" Christina added. \"It's just words, myths, meant to\nkeep us apart from one another.\" She placed a paw on the drake's snout and\nstroke him once, twice. \"We're dragons. We can mate one another, and your seed\nwill give me a clutch. It has to.\"\nRanthar's hazel eyes sparkled with lust, and his flared\nnostrils sucked in her scent. He wanted her, even if his mind fought against\nit.\n\"As soon as my heat ends, you can stop mating me, if my\nrequest bothers you.\"\n\"It's not your request, but the desperation in your voice\nthat bothers me,\" Ranthar said. \"I can't distinguish truth from lie, trap from\nsafe ground. My humans did that for me, and my humans are all dead thanks to\nyou and your mate.\"\n\"You were a slave to them!\" Christina shot.\n\"Follower, slave. Is there a difference?\"\nChristina slid her paw down his jaw, caressing its smooth surface.\n\"I'll teach you, as long as you keep your end of the bargain.\"\n\"Beware of dragons. Dragons are dangerous. They were the\nfirst words my soon to be Rider taught me,\" Ranthar said as he dug his snout\ninto Christina's breasts, humming in delight. \"He made me hate my kind before I\neven knew what the word 'hate' meant. Said they left my egg to rot because of\nthe darker color.\"\n\"And you believed them?\" Christina asked, her jaws tight to\nsuppress a giggle.\n\"I believed the one who fed me, taught me how to hunt,\nraised me. Wouldn't you?\"\n\"I never believed anyone, not even myself.\" She let go of\nRanthar to spread her wings. \"Let's fly before my mate comes searching for us.\"\nRanthar flew at her side, his poise majestic, his tail\nstraight, his eyes fixated on her. \"You said humans found you, raised you. Were\nthey bandits? Same as my tribe?\"\n\"Farmers,\" Christina said, her voice low. It felt good to\nfly along a fellow dragon who had the innate talent to distinguish even a\nwhisper amidst a hurricane. \"They worked me harder than my brothers, and that's\nbecause I wanted it. Whoever had the courage to rescue an orphan from the\ngutters deserved more than my gratitude.\"\n\"Good humans?\" Ranthar inquired.\n\"Some of the best. It's why I left them, to keep them from\ngoing too far to find me a mate.\"\n\"Your kind comes from the mountains as well?\"\nChristina sighed. \"I don't know. Never met any other dragon\nbefore.\"\nHer features hardened when the forest thinned ahead. Vyr's\nshriek already filled the skies, but her mate had the courtesy to stay put and\nbristle at Ranthar once they landed.\n\"You granted him freedom, and that's how he repays you? By\nbreaking your trust?\"\n\"I asked him to follow us.\"\n\"For a good reason, I'm sure,\" Vyr curled into a ball and\ntucked his head under a wing.\n\"Do not dare approach us,\" Christina said to Ranthar before\nwalking up to her mate. He stretched his wing for her, pulled her to his chest\nwith his talons and shut his wing over them. \n\"You're my mate, Christina, so I won't question your\nreasoning.\" He rubbed his cheek against her shoulders, cooing. \"Do what you\nhave to do, then banish him.\"\n\"To mate,\" Christina said, her voice grave. \"He has to mate\nme.\"\nVyr didn't bristle, nor screech, nor tackle Ranthar. He only\nfixated a leaf-green eye on her. \"Why?\"\n\"His draconic seed is my only hope at raising a clutch.\"\n\"Of dragons,\" Vyr emphasized. \"Not gryphons.\"\n\"Does it matter? Were I the male and you the female, we\nwould have raised gryphons.\" She licked across Vyr's beak. \"It's love that\nmatters, not species. My human family raised me into the dragoness that I am.\nWe'll do the same with our clutch.\"\n\"Of feral dragons,\" Vyr said as he returned the affection by\ndabbing his smooth beak at her silken crevice. \"They're wild beings, driven by\ninstinct. Does feral seed even quicken inside a bipedal dragon?\"\n\"It does, especially when she's in heat,\" Christina said,\nthen gasped when Vyr brushed his beak against her sensitive lips. \"All he has\nto do is mate me--agh,\" she cried. Her grip tightened around Vyr's neck, and she\ngripped one of his velvety ears. They were so warm, so smooth.\n\"We're not mates,\" Christina mumbled through a gasp. You\nare. He's just a cock with the right seed.\"\nVyr lifted his juice-coated beak to face her. \"Can you do it\nnow?\" There was no kindness in his request, no sympathy, which was to be\nexpected from a gryphon. No mate should ever watch his chosen one couple with\nanother.\nChristina blinked back the haze of bliss and wobbled onto\nher feet. \"That why you did the thing your beak?\"\n\"Male gryphons sometimes rub themselves against the females.\"\nChristima smirked. \"Dragons do more than rubbing each other.\nRanthar!\" She called.\nThe dragon swayed towards them, already erect from\nChristina's tantalizing scent. \"I want you to mate me, but not before I say so.\"\nVyr rolled onto his side with a puzzled squeak, but\nChristina raised a hand to stop him. \"On your back, silly featherhead, else you\nbrush away your bandages.\"\nOnce on his back, Christina had easy access to his erect\ncock.  She went to her knees, trapped his\ntail between them, then grabbed both of his hind paws to rub his soft pads. Vyr\ntensed up at her pleasant treatment, and so did his member. It left its sheath\nin its entirety from the arousing dabs of his beak into her pussy, up to the\nimpressive bulge his knot was.\nChristina licked her lips in anticipation. She never sucked\noff a male before, and even though the gryphon's tapered cock was a matching\nfit for her maw, the knot it ended with gave Christina pause. She chanced a\nlook at Ranthar, who took his position behind her, then back at Vyr. His head\nsplayed on the side, and his toes flexed restlessly in her grasp. He wanted it.\nNeeded it.\nChristina swallowed the lump in his throat, then went down\non Vyr. \nHis head shot upwards, and claws poked out of his hind paws\nas his cock pulsated in her maw with erratic throbs. Christina wrapped her\nelongated tongue around his length to pull him deeper inside, squeezing his\npaws as she did. That only flared Vyr's lust. His hindquarters buckled under\nthe wet warmth surrounding his sensitive flesh, and several muffled caws left\nhis beak. His tail tried to jerk free from between Christina's knees, but she\nheld him tighter. \nHe wasn't going to escape, not before he surrendered his\nessence to her. \nShe moved her head up and down in slow patterns, wrapping\nher lips tight around him at first, loosening as he slid more of his cock into\nher maw. Once she reached his knot, she brushed her tongue against his smooth\nlength, making him quiver and squirm under her teasing strokes. Vyr's strong\ncoppery taste stimulated her senses as well. That made her grope for more of\nhis salty meat, to suckle on it when it filled her maw, then swallow his rich\ntaste as she pulled out.\nShe did that several times, taking him in up to his\nshivering knot, before he began thrusting inside her maw. His knot pushed into\nher lips, trying to snake its way through as several jets of pre tickled the\nback of Christina's throat. She swallowed the thin strands of aqueous liquid\nhard, then stiffened and pulled back up to Vyr's tip when something smooth,\nwet, warm ran along her nether lips. It happened again, and again, until\nChristina spat out Vyr's throbbing cock and hissed at Ranthar. He had his snout\nlowered between her thighs, his tongue dabbing at her slick folds.\nShe nodded at him to continue, and steeled herself when his\nsnout pressed tight against her folds to inhale her scent. He released a\ndrawn-out whimper, then moved forward to straddle her and push that grey\ndragonhood straight into her pussy.\nChristina roared in unison with Ranthar as his cock plunged\ninside her heat-stricken depths, too fast and too much. The fiery pleasure cut\noff her breath for a moment, during which Christina's toes shivered with\necstatic bliss. Unlike Vyr's tapered cock, Ranthar was a perfect fit. His blunt\ntip parted her clenched muscles slow enough to make her shiver from the\npleasure flooding her body, and the ridges surrounding his base caressed her\nfolds with the most enticing of strokes.\nHer pussy squeezed him, hard enough to draw a curt, moaning\ngrowl from him. Even his length was perfect, reaching all the way up to her\ninnermost sanctuary. She rocked her hips, pleading him to continue his\nministrations while she took in the squirming gryphon into her maw a second\ntime.\nTending to her mate was an arduous task while Ranthar\npounded her harder and faster by the second. Christina couldn't even moan--Vyr's\ncock filled her maw up to the brim, and, with each of his terse jerks, more pre\nflooded her mouth. She did her best to keep her movements aligned with her\nmate's thrusts to stir his lust, yet her own peak approached, and so did\nRanthar's. The dragon's thighs clamped down upon hers, hard enough to hold her\nstill for the incoming strokes.\nChristina's snout wrinkled when Ranthar's knot slammed\nagainst her folds, harder with each stroke. His ridges stimulated her insides\npast the point of no return, and the jerks of his cock inside her made her\nwalls constrict and loosen around him. Arousal gushed out of her in thin\nspurts, pushing past Ranthar's cock and splashing against his knot. The\ndragon's talons drove into the ground as he roared his lust to the skies. He\nwas close, so close. Christina felt it in the throbs of his cocks, the tight\nflares his ridges became as they swelled with climactic purpose.\nAnd, to top it all off, Vyr began to cum in her maw. \nChristina swallowed a mouthful of thick gryphon fluids, then\nanother, and another as Vyr broke into a fit of keening cries. His hindquarters\nlurched, shoving the knot so hard against her lips Christina had no choice but\nto take it all in. She gagged for a moment as the gryphon's tapered tip pushed\nall the way into her throat, then breathed through her flared nostrils when\nVyr's knot sealed her mouth. She squeezed his paws as hard as she could, urging\nhim to release his burdening essence against her slick, fleshy tongue.\nHe didn't just spill his seed; he shot it out of his writing\nmember in great spurts. Christina swallowed his thick, creamy seed; she suckled\non his cock until his knot pushed out of her maw along with a river of his\nsurplus seed. Christina gasped for air...\nThen roared as Ranthar pushed his knot through her trembling\nlips. Her vision blurred from the intensity of her orgasm, and her back arched\nwhen his knot began to pulsate.\nThen, he came, so hard Christina hit her peak instantly. She\ncrashed upon Vyr's belly, next to his still gushing cock as Ranthar tapered off\ninside her. Christina rode out her orgasm in unison with him, wincing whenever\nhe shot a strand of draconic seed straight into her innermost sanctuary. His\nknot not only stretched her past her limits, but also flared her orgasm to\npeaks previously unexplored.\nAnd it lasted for so long! By the time Ranthar dismounted\nher, Christina panted with the toll of mating. Her numb tongue dashed across\nher snout to clean Vyr's remaining seed, and her drooping gaze regarded him\nwith renewed fondness.\n\"We did it,\" she whispered to his perked ears. \"We'll have a\nclutch to rise.\"\nRanthar wobbled away from her, his retreating erection\ndangling between his legs. He threw her a few glances, to which Christina\nflicked her tail and nodded her appreciation. That made the dragon dip his head\nin return before he leaped on the upper bank of the river and curled into a\nball.\n\"Do female dragons truly take their mates into their\nmouths?\" came Vyr's soothing voice.\nChristina threw him a look. \"What did I just do, silly\nfeatherhead?\"\nVyr rolled back onto his belly and took her under his wing.\n\"Something that I never expected, or imagined. Something that carried me to the\ntallest peak of my pleasure.\"\nChristina chuckled as she pressed her back tight against\nVyr's side. \"Don't take the dragon peaks in derision. Some of us nest so high\nup there a gryphon's feathers would freeze before he reaches the cave.\"\n\"You reaching your peak is enough for me, my mate, no matter\nthe male who carries you up there.\" His chin settled onto her breasts, soft\nchirps fleeing from his beak. \n\"You're awfully kind for a gryphon,\" Christina said. She\nstroked her mate's cheek and brow, listening to the thrum rumbling in his\nthroat.\n\"Only while you're in heat,\" Vyr taunted. \nChristina chuckled at that, at the smoothness in his voice.\nCould he--did he really mean it? Female gryphons knew no other cock but for\ntheir mate's. For a female gryphon to go about, mating other males with her\nmate's blessing...\nShe shrugged at that. She wasn't a female gryphon, nor could\nshe carry Vyr's eggs. Ranthar was their only chance at a clutch, and her mate\nknew it. \nYes. That had to be the reason Vyr suddenly grew lenient.\n\"How did it feel, to mate your own?\" Vyr asked.\nChristina pondered upon the question hard, and long after\nVyr's thrum ended and his eyelids twitched from the dream he was having. She\nhad tried finding the proper words to describe it, yet none came even close.\nIt felt perfect. \nThat night, she dreamt of being swollen with both of Vyr's\nand Ranthar's eggs. She sat in a lush gryphon nest, her head rested on Vyr's\nhaunch while Ranthar rolled the eggs pumping out of her into two distinct\npiles, thrumming with joy. Christina put on a pained smile as she pushed\nanother egg out of her. An ivory one, mottled with brown. A gryphon's egg! And\nthe one that followed was long and narrow, coated with slick sheen and\nberibboned with thin, white veins on a too smooth green surface. Definitely a\ndragon's egg.\nRanthar licked it clean of the slime before his tongue\nrolled up her belly, along her breasts and snout. \"You're exhausted, dear\nmother. Rest while we keep them warm.\"\nBoth of the males tucked their eggs to their chests, Vyr\nrolling them under his silken feathers and Ranthar breathing hot air upon them.\n\"I'm not tired,\" Christina protested. \"The eggs. I want to\nsee them, to hold them.\"\n She didn't feel\nanything; no pain, nor fatigue. Only an overwhelming sense of accomplishment\nthat flooded her to the point where tears burst into her eyes.\nShe got onto her feet, took a step towards a squawking Vyr...\nAnd woke up under his wing, with a too flat belly and no\neggs to hold. She dabbed her finger pads at her slimy cheeks, found them wet\nwith tears, and wiped them quickly before crawling from under Vyr's wing.\nThe fresh breeze of predawn, laden with moisture, greeted\nher, along with a muffled squeak and a thump.\nRanthar?\nThe slate drake had his tail curled around a haunch, one\nhind paw dug into the sand while the other kicked at the air feebly. His\nforepaws scratched at his chest lightly, and his neck stretched to its limits\nfor his tongue to barely dab at his erect member with its smooth, forked tip.\n\"What are you doing?\"\nRanthar stiffened. A curt moan escaped him as he rolled onto\nhis belly, then shifted onto his haunches when the coarse sand kissed his too\nsensitive member. He grimaced at that and licked his snout several times.\n\"It's my scent, isn't it?\"\nHe nodded and licked his snout again.\nChristina sighed. \"Fly away. Hunt something.\"\nHe whimpered and chanced a look at his erection. \nChristina thrust her hands into her hips and cocked her\nhead. \"Then wait until it goes away. What did you hope to accomplish anyway?\"\n\"The same thing you did to your mate last night,\" he said\nwhile shifting his weight from one pair of limbs to the other. \"With your--your\nmaw.\"\nHis member lurched with needy throbs, glistening with pre\nunder the young orange light of the morning sun. It stood longer than\nChristina's forearm, with a knot thicker and broader than her own thigh. Yet\nthe drake's serpentine neck was too short, and his member too far down his\nbelly to allow him to pleasure himself.\n\"Try your paws.\"\nRanthar loosened a mellow growl. His tail flicked upwards as\nhis member jerked against the smooth, light grey scales of his belly. \"It...it\nfeels wrong, and it hurts.\" His snout thrust forward. \"Would you like to mate?\"\n\"Not until the sun is high in the sky, and my stomach is\nfull, and last night's seed quickens in my womb,\" she said, yet the warm\nshudder rippling down her spine begged to differ. She went to caress Ranthar's\nsnout to distract herself, only to have his snout gently push on her shoulder.\n\"But your scent--it's so rich, so full of want.\" He lifted\nhis forepaw to caress her thighs and to gently push at her hips to rotate her\nslightly. \nChristina grabbed his paw with the intention to dislodge it\nfrom her hip, then paused when Ranthar's snout hovered in front of her breasts,\nhis tongue flicking over her tight pink nipples while his hazel eyes stared\ninto hers. The same love and kindness stared back at her, the one she felt in\nher dream.\n\"Stay put, don't thrust, and don't even dare licking me down\nthere,\" she said before going down on her knees to trudge under the dragon's\nbelly and up to his member. As soon as she took his bobbing tip in her maw,\nRanthar's cock jerked. He buried half of his length through her tight snout,\nroaring his need as he thrust feebly into her maw. \nThe dragon whined, even mewled before his tone thickened to\na rumbling growl. His hips buckled, shuddered, then began thrusting more of his\nlength into her maw with renewed vigor.\nChristina's eyes widened. She wrapped her tongue tight\naround his stiff rod, trying to hold it still while her hands worked on the\nfleshy ridges and the bulbous knot at his base. That only made his strokes pick\nup as Ranthar immersed himself in the throes of his pleasure, regardless of\nwhich hole he fucked. As long as it was slick, warm and tight, the dragon\nthrust, paused, retreated, only to thrust again.\nChristina took more of him into her maw, until her lips\nlodged tight behind one of his ridges. With so much dragon cock in her maw, all\nChristina felt was his tightness, his rich and smooth taste flooding her\nsenses, and her damp pussy clenching around nothingness.\n\"Mate...your mate...\" Ranthar blurted through his growling\ncries. Christina ignored them as she continued to knead at the dragon's knot\nand suckle on his impressive member. Aqueous pre shot against the base of her\ntongue, forcing Christina to gulp it down and accommodate a second ridge. She\ncaressed them with her lips, making Ranthar tense as pleasure spiked through\nhis frame.\nChristina snorted at how fast Ranthar began his climactic\nascent. His knot already began to swell in her paws, and his jerks grew feeble,\nbarely noticeable. Only a couple more strokes of her tongue, a tighter squeeze\naround his knot, and he would...\nA throaty moan burst through Christina's throat when\nsomething tight, slick and tapered pushed straight into her pussy. She squeezed\nher eyes shut and almost bit Ranthar's sensitive flesh when furred haunches\nclenched around hers to keep her in place. Feathers kissed her fluttering\nwings, and a gryphon's cry overpowered Ranthar's moan as her mate began\npounding her with terse, mighty strokes.\nDon't do that, the\nseed; your seed will wash away Ranthar's fertile one, Christina wanted to\nsay, but all she managed was a chortle. Ranthar's cock still filled her maw,\nand pushing him out was not an option when tremors wracked his frame. His\nmember swelled inside her maw, so much her cheeks puffed up. His ridges grew\nrock-hard, and his knot shoved past her hands and slipped inside her maw with a\nwet plop as Ranthar loosened his first jet.\nChristina gulped it down instantly, her lips sealed by\nRanthar's throbbing cock. It prevented her from spitting and forced her lips to\npress tighter against his sensitive ridges. More seed followed, along with weak\nthrobs from his entrapped member. Christina had to catch his savory seed on the\nbase of her tongue before swallowing, least she choked on the vast amounts of\ndraconic fluids. She swallowed as much as she could before she spat his\nshrinking length out to roar her own orgasm.\nVyr's knot lodged inside her, pulsing faintly in unison with\neach jet of seed he loosened inside her clenched depths. Christina crashed on\nher elbows, still kneading at Ranthar's cock while Vyr tapered off inside her.\nOnce spent, the dragon backed away, leaving thin rivulets of\nseed in his wake from his still spurting cock.\n\"Why did you--why did you do this?\" She growled, her throat\ntight and her maw numb and throbbing from Ranthar's impressive length.\n\"You wet yourself from thighs to toes, and the way your lips\nshivered with want...\" Vyr plunged his knot deeper inside Christina with a mighty\nthrust, making her cry out in pure ecstasy. \n\"I had to relieve you.\"\nHe did more than that. He filled her to the brim with thick\ngryphon seed that made Christina's heart flutter when the dream from last night\nflashed through her mind.\nMaybe, just maybe, his seed would quicken as well. \n**************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. 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