A Nest for Three
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That, however, wasn't enough for Christina. Faced with the gloomy future of a nest without eggs, she made a pact with Ranthar, a dragon she rescued from a band of bandits, to mate her and fill her with his promising seed throughout her heat. In this part, the bond between Vyr and Christina is put to the test as Ranthar's presence starts to unnerve Vyr. Gryphons mate for life, and even though the sensible pact Christina made serves a higher purpose, he can't shake off the awkwardness of a third member in their nest. On the other hand, Christina faces hardships on every side as she tries to keep Vyr's temper in check while providing Ranthar with comforting affection that he desperately needs. When she returns to the nest she and Vyr share, everything seems to fall into place...until the repercussion for massacring the bandits and collecting the bounty on their heads shakes Christina's world. If you want to know more, then I kindly invite you to read the conclusion of this story. *STORY STARTS HERE************ "So you're certain no gryphon happened upon this cave?" Christina asked as she stepped into the dimly lit cavern. Torches lined along the walls, thrust into crude sconces hewn into the rock itself. Judging from the stale air, their flame extinguished a few weeks back, perhaps longer. "Quite sure," Ranthar confirmed. He entered the cave as well, weaving through the narrow corridors with practiced dexterity. He bent, twisted, even shifted onto two legs to sneak through a thinning gap that led into a large, circular section. "My tribe wasn't fond of gryphons, and gryphons aren't fond of dragons." "Your tribe enslaved you, inflicted those scars upon you, and yet you still call them such," Vyr said. He stood on his haunches at the entrance of the cave and shook his head when Christina motioned him to follow. "My scars are my own, mate of Christina." "I know the mark of swords and whips when I see them," Vyr pressed on. "They were nothing but bandit scum whose only purpose was to die. Why defend them? They're all dead," he shrieked and flapped his wings twice to emphasize his point. "Do the dead frighten you such?" Christina's fists tightened, half expecting Ranthar to snap at Vyr. Instead, the slate drake flicked his tail invitingly, flexing his wings in the vast, damp, angular space. "I hatched for them. I lived with them. I fought their battles for them," Ranthar's smooth voice echoed through the cavern. "I had known them for a lifetime, mate of Christina. It may take just as much for your words to convince me of their wrongdoings." He turned around, sat on his haunches, and looked around the grand antechamber. "This cave sheltered my whole tribe. There is enough room for all of us. No need to stay outside." "I will take the first watch," Vyr said. He turned around, sat on his haunches like a stoic guardian, and said no more. Christina released her pent-up sigh and followed Ranthar into the grand antechamber. His tribe of rogues did well for them. Lavish tapestries covered the cold walls, the upper ones embroidered with gold and silver thread. Up there, a few feet away from Christina, the air grew warmer, and dry enough to preserve the quality of the materials used. In contrast, the jagged walls sweated, the lower furs and hides dripping with moisture, oozing the stale scent of mold that filled the caverns. Ranthar also carried chairs and recliners up here, along with a square table and an oblong one. Their mugs and wooden platters still filled their scratched wooden surface, and in the corner of the square table lied a set of dice, cards and tiny, stone carved figures. They had used Ranthar to carry all of those empty bottles, demijohns and wine barrels to get drunk up here instead of down there. Disgusting creatures... She didn't say that to Ranthar. Unlike Vyr, Christina grew up with a human family. She had shared their meals, sowed the fields with her human brothers, cared for them when they were sick so that, in turn, they cared for her. The homely appearance of the cavern reminded her of the talent humans had for turning even the darkest corner of the world into a pleasant habitat to live in. "The game of dice and stone figures is called Khajnetz. They grab the dice and--" "I know what Khajnetz is," Christina said as she flicked her wrist dismissively. "My father made the habit of losing his earnings on it more often than any human has the right to." Ranthar let out a rumbling chuckle, in spite of the stark emptiness of his home. "Strange, these humans. To own something valuable and to toss it out on a whim. My tribe did that with their coin, but not with their shinies." Christina perked her ears. "Shinies?" Ranthar's tail tip wrapped around her arm, and he led her into a small, squat room, filled with sacks of clothing, swords, spears, and intricately carved boxes of jewels. Christina's eyes widened, and her hands rushed forward to open one such box and cradle the sapphire inlaid golden necklace to her chest. "Ranthar, this is--all of this is--" she stammered. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her nostrils flared as she drew in deep, excited breaths. "Sparkling metal. Pleasant to the eyes, but useless." He left her alone to sift through the treasure and feast her eyes upon the jewels that could pay off Vyr's freedom. With the emerald signet she clutched, she could buy herself a Crimson Cloak and join the ranks of the city patrol. Add an amethyst encrusted pendant and a lavish silver medallion, and she could buy a nest for her and her mate in the great Eyrie itself. A fistful of these trinkets weighed Vyr's freedom, in all of the four kingdoms. No more sleeping at the fringe of the villages. No more moldy nests. No more humans pestering them with the rigors of their kingdom and their etiquette. They could be free, truly free, both of them. "If only I was a human..." Christina said under her breath. The words clutched her heart in a vicious grip, one that ceased only when she allowed the jewelry to clatter on the cold, stone floor. She stepped away from the storage room, took in a deep breath, swallowed to wet her parched throat, and padded over to Ranthar, who crashed in a bedding of fur bearing his shape. "Returned empty handed?" "I'm a dragon. I only have what the others give me. Nothing more, nothing less." "Why? You lived among the humans. You're walking on two legs, wearing their clothes, speaking their tongue." You lived among humans as well, and look where that got you, Christina wanted to say, but thought better of it. "That doesn't make me one of them. I'm a dragon, and I deserve to be treated like a dragon." "And how do the people outside my tribe treat dragons?" Ranthar lifted a haunch to allow her to curl next to his belly, but Christina wiggled a finger. "A bit better than a slave." She stared at his light grey slit, noticing the spasms rippling through his soft underbelly scales. He was growing with desire, and Christina barely manage to glimpse the tip of his shaft before his wing concealed it from view. "I own only what I am given, and no merchant will ever accept jewelry from a dragon. They will assume it's stolen on the spot. That's what usually happens when we're few and they are many. The majority gets to decide who is right, and who is wrong." Her voice grew harder, sharper, more bitter with each word she spoke. She had convinced Ranthar of how nefarious his tribe of bandits had been, and yet, she fared no better than him. Bandits or not, humans were still human, stubborn and weak, clinging to unintelligible rules scribbled on ancient stones by their ancestors. Ranthar shifted in his nest of furs and hides due to his growing problem. He tried to cover it behind an inquisitive gaze as his snout inched forward, but Christina knew better than that. Those nostrils didn't flare due to his curiosity; they drew in her pleasant scent, flaring his instincts and making him throb harder and harder. "You freed me from the humans. Promised to lead me to the Dragon Peaks. Leave your ties behind and follow your own advice," he said through soft, needy whimpers. His mellow sounds tugged at her chest; they urged her fingers to grab the seams of her dark leather leggings and apply a slight pressure on them, enough to slide them down an inch or two. She stopped when the pressing thought of returning to the city returned to her mind. It banished every trace of desire from her, replacing it with an impending sense of urgency. If some other fool dared claim her reward for the bandit clan she and Vyr slew... "I can't forsake the city, my partnership with the humans. My mate depends on it." Christina thrust a finger at Ranthar. "Stay here. You will just make things easier if you don't." Ranthar dipped his head in approval. "Their crest is..." he trailed off when Christina ripped off a tapestry that showed two acorns on a golden field. Bigger bandit clans such as them had their own crest, a mockery to the kingdoms they defied. Once it rested under her armpit, Christina strode over to the entrance with a heavy heart and an even heavier head. "Did you mate with him?" Vyr asked without even looking at her. "No." "You should have. Two days you'll spend without his seed." "I had enough seed in me the previous night to bear ten clutches by now. It's enough." "It's never enough," Vyr said with a strangely calm voice. "Your heat only comes every two years, and lasts for a fortnight. We have an eternity to spend together and mate, whereas Ranthar's mating days are limited." He spoke with such fervor. Tingles crept through Christina's hide at the sound of his majestic voice, making her ears flatten and her shoulder droop in regret at not heeding his request. Although he proved reluctant at first, Christina had no doubt that Vyr wanted to raise this clutch as much as she did, perhaps even more. "I can go back and..." her words trailed off when Vyr's feathery neck filled her arms. She embraced him, running her fingers through his fine, burgundy feathers, listening to his soft, alluring chant. "Don't. His lust will keep him from leaving the cave." Christina smiled at that. She trailed her hand across his brow, all the way up to a twitching ear. Touching the tuft of fur always made Vyr shake his head and screech in annoyance from the sudden tickling sensation.
"You sound quite certain of that," she said sheepishly. "Why, beloved mate, do you think I spent two years of my life with you? To kill bandits and cuddle?" "You were fine with it for the most part." "Until you took hold of a wounded gryphon's senses after a great battle, bent over, and made him forget about every ache and throb." He rubbed his cheek against hers, trilling happily, and used a forepaw to direct Christina into the feathery sanctuary of his chest. She indulged him, if only because the air grew crisp and cold up here, three thousand feet above the ground.
The ledge they sat on made for a convenient landing platform for any flier, although the clearing down below disturbed Christina. Lack of vegetation made this cave easy to spot, which made it a wonder no gryphon Rider ended the bandits in their home, after a heavy drinking session. "It would have taken several more heat seasons for you to make up your mind. It seemed appropriate, to speed things up. Besides," she said while scratching the fluff under his chin, "You grew hard every night we rested together." "I don't recall it. You know quite well that gryphons fall asleep in mere moments and wake up before the sun does." So he said, yet the shifting tone of his voice suggested otherwise. "Mmmm." Christina planted a wet, long, passionate kiss along his beak. "I wonder what you busied yourself with until I roused to my senses. Something to make your meat grow soften, maybe?" "I kept you fed, protected, covered from the wind, and yet you doubt me," Vyr said, unable to contain his mirthful squeaks. Christina used his moment of distraction to fall to one knee and glimpse his half erect member. Even now, on a ledge narrow, a thousand feet from the ground, her mate still craved for her. Before she could make a lewd remark, Vyr lied down on his side and shamelessly exposed himself, one twitching hind paw aloft. "If you want a look, you have but say it. I'll never deny you anything." "Anything?" Christina gave him a salacious smile, one that made Vyr gulp hard and emit a low, troubled moan. "Well, dear mate, I am very curious to find out how you took care of your growing problem." Vyr rolled onto his belly, his emerald gaze evading her as his distressed squeaks picked up. "A gryphon's word is his bond," Christina further teased him. "Indulge me." "You're not a gryphon." "I'm your mate." "Still not a gryphon." "Yet still the one you took as your mate for eternity," Christina said, barely able to keep her mirth in check. Cornering Vyr was the second most satisfying thing to mating with him. Vyr conceded with a sharp, drawn-out caw. "Velvetleaves." Christina perked her ears. "What does a plant have to..." "It does. You tear those soft, pleasant leaves, gather them into a bundle, cup them in your forepaws, and stroke yourself with them." "How comes I never saw traces of your lust?" "I was careful," Vyr said with a flick of his tail. "Very careful. Didn't want to disturb you, to let my lust of you get between us." "Oh, you shrewd featherhead," Christina drawled as she rested on her side besides him. She grabbed his beak, placed it on top of her chest, and stared into those leaf green pools. "Your addiction to velvetleaves made me lie to you countless times. Or well, I didn't lie," she corrected herself before an elegant smirk spread across her lips. "I've always told you that I go relieve myself, and that's exactly what I did. With my fingers, of course," she added when Vyr cawed in surprise. "Can I watch you relieve yourself?" She kissed his beak. "Only if you show me that velvetleaves trick of yours." "You ask too much." "I offer more." Her wink gave Vyr pause. Instead of confronting her, he shifted onto his limbs and looked ahead, trying his best to keep his erection in check no doubt. "Mating is more effective at making it go away than staring at the sky." "Not with him in the same cave." "What about here?" "Too windy." "Some males can't afford to be picky. They prefer to take the female when she's ready for them, because there is no knowing when she might decline them." "I...it's not that, Christina," Vyr said, his expression suddenly wistful. "Our nest is only a day of flight away, the one place where I dreamed of mating you every single night." Christina didn't reply. She jumped from the ledge, and arched her tail forward to motion Vyr to follow her. "Then why are we spending time on a bloody ledge?" She shouted into the wind, relishing its caress and the freedom it offered. Vyr took off after her. In just two broad flaps, she reached her, and steadied into a glide under her to allow Christina to latch onto his back and ride him. Although she disliked doing that a great deal, there was no denying that a feral gryphon like him far surpassed her speed and endurance. More so, his desire to mate made his wings beat harder and faster than ever before. No matter how often Christina kicked her heels to urge him to stop, Vyr didn't, not until the fires of the city loomed before them. He landed in a clearing on the outskirts of a village, tensing up at the distant barks of the dogs. "The sun barely settled. That makes it half a day of flight," he said, his head held high. Christina punched his shoulder. "Smug bastard. Now you'll fall asleep in seconds and forget about the very thing that motivated you to push yourself past your limits." "You're in heat Christina, and I always want to mate you. That's my secret." Secret, he called it, when a male's erection was always quite obvious. If Vyr didn't exhaust himself, he would have been hard right now. Better that he isn't. You don't want anybody to know you took your own gryphon for a mate. The day that happens is the day you get tossed in the Wailing Cells and Vyr is chained to the ground to fight in the Gryphon Pits. This thought troubled Christina for the better part of today. It stole her mirth, replacing it with a growing apprehension. The city of Stoneveil looming before them amplified it, as did the gaze of the villagers who were still outside of their thatched huts. The waning light forced most of them indoors, while a select few tended to their gardens, sat on the porch to sip their drinks, or gathered the dried clothes off the ropes stretching between their trees. Their fugitive glances dashed from Christina, to Vyr, to something else that they found more interesting than the pair. The dogs, used to the countless gryphons and riders that crossed this dusty road daily, looked at her with practiced nonchalance, while the young ones did not even pause to ask Vyr his name, like they had used to do in the past. Nobody cared about gryphons and their riders anymore, and Christina liked it this way, more than she cared to admit to her mate. One good thing came from arriving at the gates of Stoneveil during evening. No carts on the roads, no people milling about, and no rowdy villagers to yell platitudes at Vyr. The recently mated pair made its way through the winding paths of the village, looking at the great ebony wall rising up ahead with its rune etched double gate. A few towers rose on the sides, tucked between villager huts, manned by a pair of archers and an Arcanist. The village served as both a barricade meant to slow down attackers and as an artificial gateway to gauge newcomers. More often than not, if the villagers didn't like your mug and raised a worthy clamor, you would have been either imprisoned or killed on the sight, depending on how vocal the locals decided to get. A most ridiculous set of rules, yet necessary, as the humans kept insisting. Christina gripped a fistful of Vyr's burgundy plumes as they strolled towards the runed gate. Every thirty feet, mounted up the sixty feet tall wall, tucked behind the battlements, stood the Quills, arcane-enhanced ballistae that shot darts of pure magical energy at any flier that chose to make its entrance some other way than on foot. The two arcanists guarding the gate recognized Christina, and activated the set of runes that made the gate ethereal for a short moment. As soon as the pair passed through it, the two arcanists resumed their eager chatter about Khajnetz and the tricks they learned from a drunken patron. "I'm glad the coloring of my plumes still satisfies the villagers," Vyr tried to joke, yet it came out hoarse. His voice shuddered, as did his frame. Beings of the sky had the innate instinct to take flight during danger. Suppressing that urge was paramount for a life in Stoneveil, where taking flight at the wrong time often meant death. Vyr had had several years to get accustomed to it, yet the treks through the village still unnerved him. "They care more about the dirt they step upon than us," Christina said, though her words failed to reassure Vyr. They took upon the Gryphon Alley, a broad, cobbled street surrounded by various luxury shops. Ranging from leatherworkers to hatters and tasty rodents outdoor restaurants for the gryphons, Gryphon Alley had it all. The shopkeepers catered to every sort of extravagant taste, and they charged more dobloons than Christina made in her bandit runs. Christina frowned at the several gryphons that waited in line at a saddlemaker's shop, their riders forever displeased with the texture, color, rigidity of the saddle. They argued, haggled, tried every trick in the book to either bring the price down or buy that one saddle that some other rider requested. Humans... Vyr increased his pace, and Christina took his cue. They kept to the side of the street, away from the crowd spilling through the middle, an avalanche of colors and sounds. Gryphon Alley had quite the fancy architecture, with spiraling rooftops and fluorite bricks that glowed with faint amethyst nuances. The more they clambered towards the Aviary, the more simple the buildings became, until the shops gave way to the barracks sprawled onto a wide, circular area. Ahead of them loomed Feathercrest Mountain, a jagged, colossal thing with an impressive girth punctured by an infinite number of gryphon nests and tunnels. Christina went to the clerk stationed in front of the barracks, behind a seemingly empty stall. The hum of magical energy and its resonance betrayed the identity of the concealment spell, though Christina paid no mind to it. She had no interest in the mess that would otherwise fill the stall. "Here, fill this in and pour your memory into that bowl over there. Hang the proof on the rack by the side of the stall after you're done," he said with a nasal voice. It fit his short stature and squeaky words quite well. Christina filled in the blank fields with her rank number, identity and status, signed for both Vyr and herself, hanged the tapestry on the rack, then thrust her hand through the shimmering liquid of the crystal bowl and focused on the dead image of the bandits. The surface of the liquid shifted to form the same picture, and the clerk nodded in approval. "They wiped their ass with that rag? Gross fucks...Gvarn, burn that thing before the whole barracks smells like their buttholes," the clerk said as he produced a coin pouch from one of the many pockets of his surcoat. Smaller, thinner, and lighter than Christina anticipated. "Thirty dobloons?" She inquired. "Asking me? You too lazy to count your own money?" He shoved the pouch into her stretched out paw and turned around to register her mission in a meaty ledger. "Wait. I would like to have this money go to my nest's rent and to my gryphon's freedom." "No, you wait," the clerk said as he scribbled those short, unintelligible loops within the ledger. "That's the way of it, rider. Probably new to this damn thing, bringing me asscloth of some stinky bandits that nobody but a pair of boobs decided to chase after. Great service you did to Stoneveil, bipedal lizard or whatever the fuck you are." Christina clenched her jaws to suppress any possible retort that might come out. She could have torn this dwarf's head off, his and the heads of the entire garrison if she wanted to. Humans made for poor sport, however, until the arcanists arrived... "So," he said as he turned around. "You are who and depositing money for what?" Christina gave her full name--a human name--which made the clerk throw a fit of harsh, squeaking laughter. "I don't--how did you even--the fool probably wondered how magenta cunt looks like and..." he trailed off to wipe the tears trailing across his ruddy cheeks, wrote her request down, and took her money. He counted them, chuckling to himself ever so often, while glancing at her groin. "Twenty four. Shifting Page says you have a hundred and twenty six more dobloons to pay this month. Better kill something worthwhile or put that cunt to work in one of them exotic brothels." "Twenty four? The bounty said thirty." "It can be thirty if you gimme a look, a touch, and a thrust," the dwarf said with a lewd smile. "You're missing half your teeth," Christina said as she turned around. "Smiling is something you should never attempt again." "I smile the way I want to smile, you tight lizard cunt, and I'll smile even broader the day you come to choke on me cock for pay." Christina snarled to herself, and nodded to Vyr to take flight. Her patience ran dry, so close to their home, and wasting one more word on that insolent midget meant delaying her sweet time with Vyr. He looked back at her, cawing uncertainly, but Christina caught up to him in a few heartbeats. Mid flight, she removed the amulet tucked between her breasts, allowing its hum to pinpoint the location of their nest. With so many pairs of gryphons and riders flying back and forth, the arcanists had to devise a sensible way to keep track of the nests they loaned. Amulets proved more convenient than nest keepers, and amulets weren't nearly as forgetful as them. Caws, shrills, screeches and cries surrounded Christina. In the waning light of early evening, the coloring of the gryphons faded to the ubiquitous greys and blacks. They became tiny, moving stains in the sky, barely different from one another. Vyr slowed down to allow her to catch up, though Christina knew him well enough to know the reason of his jittery gaze. He said nothing, but she knew he wanted to join his kind, maybe engage in an aerial spar with one or two to impress his mate. Christina told him to do so. The cacophonous caws of the gryphons drowned her voice, though, and the wetness between her thighs prevented her from saying that again. She wanted Vyr; she craved for his tightness to fill her, for his knot to plunge into her itching depths, for his moaning screech as he unloaded his passion into his mate. The thought of it made her hide tingle and her toes to curl inwards. Her breaths became hard and slow, and her wings beat with renewed vigor as they approached their nest. Christina landed inside their den first, the dying buzz of the amulet confirming that it was, indeed, their nest she stared at. It wasn't even a proper nest. More like a pile of hay and fluff tucked into a slim hole in the mountain, barely wide enough to allow the pair to walk side by side and quite shallow. The gusts of wind scattered most of the bedding in their absence, making Christina growl to herself. She strode towards the nest, but Vyr's leap beat her to it. "You do that every time, as if your paws are any good at..." she trailed off as she watched him scoop the errant straw methodically. He worked with great care, restoring the nest to its former glory in mere moments. "You were saying?" He gave her that cocky glare, which only served to quicken her blood and make her heart beat faster. "If you had as much practice with keeping yourself out of trouble as you did with arranging our nest, maybe I wouldn't have to shout at you so often." "You aren't shouting. You just emphasize your point with a more audible tone." Christina chortled and waved him to make room for her. The damn bird already filled most of the nest with his majestic frame, leaving the thinner, outer portions of the nest to her. It wouldn't do, not when she wanted to lie down properly for him. "Mmmmmm," Christina hummed. "The nest still has our scents imprinted upon it." "It smells of your heat," Vyr said as she shifted onto his haunches to make room for Christina to clamber into the nest. "And of your precum," Christina added mischievously, smirking. "You were harder than the stone under our feet, and I laid only a thrust away from you." Vyr released a long, drawn-out moan. His warm gaze bespoke of both want and regret for not taking her sooner. Christina chose to ignore the latter. They had returned to their nest as mates. That was all that mattered. Before he had the chance to reply, Christina grabbed his beak, scratching at the sensitive sides as she planted a kiss upon his brow. Then, she turned around, pushed her leggings down to her knees to reveal her swollen passage to him, lied down onto all fours, and lifted her tail high enough to give him the best view of what his mate had to offer. "Aren't you going to shed the rest of your clothes?" Vyr asked, his voice rocking in unison with the throbs of his rapidly growing member. He swelled in the blink of an eye, his weight shifting back and forth to accommodate his pulsating length. So smooth, so slick, so thick towards the base, where it ended with the customary knot. Most of the bulge failed to push past his wan, fuzzy sheath, requiring a few thrusts into a female's pussy before it did. "I'll do that once you are firmly lodged inside me if you'd like." She looked back at him, licked her snout in anticipation, and nodded to him to proceed. "Mate me hard, fast, like a gryphon would take his first female." "Gryphons who take their first female start with slow, tantalizing thrusts. It's too much of an intense feeling, and our pleasure gets the best of us after a couple of strokes," Vyr corrected. Christina smiled as she recalled her first mating with Vyr. It was the way he described it: short, sweet, and so intense she almost blacked out from the might of her orgasm. Her pussy shuddered at the mere thought of it, and tingles raced along her spine as her folds grew slicker with each breath she took. A curt moan escaped her when Vyr's beak connected with her wet crevice, the smooth surface rubbing against her sensitive flesh in a deliberate, alluring motion. Her perked ears picked up his hearty whiffs as her mate inhaled her sharp, bittersweet fragrance. It set him on edge, drawing a pleasant warble from his half parted beak. Vyr drew back, clacking his beak several times as his limbs fell in on both of Christina's sides. The downy feathers of his chest pressed against her neatly folded wings, a warm, soothing presence that made the dragoness moan in delight. Every female dreamed of having a strong male's weight resting against their back, and Vyr's feathery bulk proved more comforting than a dragon's. His feathers molded along her magenta hide, his furred, feline haunches locked around hers in a tight yet gentle grip. His tail sought hers, embracing it in a fierce, passionate grip. Every one of Vyr's muscles trembled with pent-up lust, yet he still hesitated in piercing her wet, exposed pussy. "Do it," Christina urged him. She angled her head to the side to nuzzle his feathery neck. "Claim your mate." He did. Christina's chin pressed tight against her chest as Vyr parted her thick, swollen lips with a curt thrust. His trill of delight filled her ears, just as his member filled her, inch by inch, parting her clenched muscles. To Christina's heat struck pussy, Vyr's gryphon cock felt as blissful as the first time, perhaps even better. Even though only a day passed since their last coupling, she still huffed, moaned, and clenched her teeth under Vyr's slow, fluid strokes. "Mirrp, you are slick as a pond," Vyr said between three consecutive strokes. "Still tight, warmer than a gryphon, and--raaaaawk--mine. My mate. My only..." his voice shattered into a drawn-out moan as his back arched. His claws scraped at the stone floor for purchase, and his haunches shivered harder with every passing moment. "Don't hold back, dearest. Cum--cum whenever you want to cum." He wouldn't last long, and neither would she. Tucked in the safety of their nest, surrounded by their permeating scents and fond memories of nights spent in each other's embrace, the newly mated pair soared towards their climax faster than ever. Christina had dreamed of taking Vyr inside her countless times, and so did her mate. That only served to fuel their lust for each other, and to make her thighs rock against Vyr's haunches, smearing their combined fluids all over their twined tails. Vyr's wings flexed. His thickening warble heralded his release, more than the streams of pre flooding her nether depths did. Her mate began to pound her faster, harder, his knot slapping against her stretched vent with lewd squelches. The repetitive motion of his most sensitive part brushing against her shivering lips flared Vyr's lust, to the point where his forepaws crossed over her chest and dragged her tight against his chest. Christina half yelped, half moaned as her mate secured his female in his fierce grip. The talons of his forepaws cupped her breasts, caressing them with short, gentle strokes while his cock plunged in and out of her. A rush of arousal gushed from the depths of Christina's clenching tunnel, bearing a choking scent that made Christina gasp and Vyr screech from its potency. It ignited his mating instinct more than her clamping walls ever did, forcing the gryphon to practically squeeze Christina under his bulk as he thrust into her faster and harder. Trapped under Vyr's feathery sanctuary, with his talons around her breasts and his chin resting on top of his shoulder, Christina felt safer and more loved than she ever did before. That warm feeling dispersed through her frame, making her thighs shudder and her tail rock against Vyr's furred pouch. Her mate didn't even notice her tail brushing against his orbs. So caught up was he in the frenzy of mating, that ramming his knot against her swollen pussy was all that mattered. "Knot--knot me Vyr. Don't hold back for my--my sake. Cum if you have to," Christina stammered. That gallant bastard. His eyelids shivered from the toll of mating, and his swelling cock heralded his impending release. Gryphons usually spilled their seed after a successful knotting, but Vyr had been on edge since this very morning, and mating Christina in their own nest stoked his passion for her. He was about to cum, and yet, he insisted on doing it together with her. He deserved more than that, and Christina wasn't about to sit idly and let her mate's seed go to waste. She slammed her thighs against his hindquarters, forcing his knot to push through her folds with a wet plop. Christina squeezed her eyes against the overwhelming pleasure that flooded her being. Stretched to her limits, with a tight knot lodged inside her, the dragoness couldn't help but hug Vyr's neck and whimper her release into the feathery embrace of his neck. Vyr didn't even screech this time. His orgasm hit him so hard, the gryphon fell on his side, clutching his mate tight to his chest as his seed exploded into Christina's slick depths. Through bleary eyes, Christina watched the toes of his hind paws flex and curl inwards while his haunches bucked instinctively to secure his knot inside his mate. Vyr already did that; his bulge plugged her pussy, denying passage to the combined juices welling within Christina. The pressure exerted upon her shuddering walls only served to flare Christina's orgasm, forcing her to roar and growl and moan while she milked the throbbing length of her mate. "It's too--it's too much," she huffed, her eyes wide from the great load Vyr put inside her. He still came in light spurts, his seed drenching her womb in a thick coating of creamy gryphon essence. "Vyr, you're too big. The seed--the pressure..." she trailed off as an irrational fear lodged within her mind. Ranthar. Her thoughts ran to Ranthar, and to his perfect, draconic cock with a knot that was smaller and more accommodating than Vyr's. His excess seed had always washed across her thighs, whereas Vyr's knot made her feel stuffed and quite uncomfortable. "Everything is as it should be, my hen," Vyr murmured in her ear as the toes of his hind paw gripped her arm, allowing him enough leverage to thrust inside her a few more times. "Every drop counts for a gryphon in heat." "I'm not a gryphon," Christina hissed. With a lurch of her hips, she dislodged herself from Vyr's knot. Their combined juices overflowed in the absence of that thick, ruddy shaft, each spasm of her pussy pushing some of the thick gryphon seed out of her. Sudden relief washed through Christina, allowing her to draw in a deep breath. It stuck in her throat, however, as Vyr plunged his knot back into her, trilling in delight as he did. Christina yelped at that, and smiled weakly to her mate. "Better now." "Better?" Vyr lifted a haunch to reveal the mess they made. "All that seed, wasted. Why, Christina?" In her dazed state after a satisfying orgasm, Christina said the first thing that popped into her head. "You came so hard. When Ranthar filled me the night before, his knot didn't--" "Don't speak his name," Vyr screeched. "Not in our nest." "Even though he is the one that is going to give us a cluch?" "He's alone, in his cave, where he belongs. That's what he is, Christina. He's not here, snuggled next to his mate. I am." He emphasized his point by thrusting his haunches against her, slamming his cock deeper inside her. Christina moaned, her overly sensitive insides clenching around Vyr, the curt motion drawing a deep, satisfied caw from him. "You are, and I love you for it," Christina said. She turned around, ever so slowly, to face Vyr and press her chest against the gryphon's feathery one. "But you know how important he is to us. A young dragon, full of fertile seed. He is a rare find, Vyr, one that deserves our trust." Vyr closed in the small distance between them to whisper into her ear. "Then why do we still mate, if his seed is the precious one?" "Because that's what mates do. They mate." Christina tried to kiss him, but Vyr threw his head back to stare at the darkening sky. "You are right. You always are. I just..." he paused to wrap a wing across her lean form. "For a male gryphon, to see his seed wasted, while another male's is--" "Wasted?" Christina interrupted him. She shifted her thighs just enough to elicit another spurt from Vyr to make her point. "You're cumming inside me as we speak. Nothing is wasted." Vyr conceded, letting out a soft chirrup. His beak rested on top of her right arm as his forepaws dragged her deeper into the smooth feathers of his chest. "I should pull out." "No don't. Don't do that." Christina licked along the underside of his beak before staring into his emerald eyes. "I'll rest with you inside me, like proper mates should." "Gryphons never do that." "How many times do I have to tell you?" Christina said with a swaying, playful tone. "I'm not a gryphon." Vyr trilled in agreement. His shaft throbbed ever so slightly inside Christina, summoning forth thin jets of seed. It kept Christina light headed, trapped in a faded state of bliss, halfway between an orgasm and a state of constant arousal. Every fiber within her body felt spent, drained of energy. As much as she loved her heightened state, it also drained her, to the point where she fell asleep before she even knew it. Later that night, she woke up to Vyr's screeching cries. Her mind numb and her eyes heavy, Christina blinked hard and fast to try and understand the reason for Vyr's distress. It all became clear in a moment when tall shapes surrounded her, wearing surcoats with the same crossed acorns over a golden field like the bandits she had killed. Bandits, that she had killed! Before she could understand what was going on, the men reached towards her with brutish hands, holding her tight while a spindly man garbed in azure, flowing robes turned to face her. He had gaunt features, a graying short beard, and the cold sapphire eyes of a mage. An arcanist! A full fledged arcanist! Sudden strength flowed through Christina as her instincts roused. She flapped her wings to knock down the bandits around her, lashed out with her talons to draw deep gashes across the arms of the two men who held her in place, jumped onto her feet, and whipped her tail at the Arcanist. Out of reach. She lunged at him, then crashed to the ground. Her vision whirled, and her stomach quailed as overwhelming weakness spread through her frame. Stars speckled her vision, making the arcanist fade into a sea of green and purple dots. "Dragons. How delightful. It only takes the most basic of spells to snuff out your dormant, magical energy," he said, his voice deep and calculated. "Fock 'er good, you spindly bastard. We hired you to incapacitate her for good," the rough, callous voice of one of the thugs came from behind. Christina tried to turn her head around, but every movement felt taxing, more demanding than anything she ever did. "Let him do his job gancho," another bandit said with a sharp, squeaky voice. "Be focking glad he's with us." "Glad?" The previous bandit barked. "Focking raked me arm, she did, when this blasted arcanist could have done his job better." "I am doing my job," the arcanist said, his eyes aflame with sapphire tints. "I had to wait until she woke up to take full control of her magical energy. Told you rascals how this works, but you had to go ahead and play humans against a dragon." "The fock did you do to her anyway?" the one with the squeaky voice asked. "Same as the gryphon?" "Worse," the arcanist said, then strolled over to his white, imperial gryphon. "Why worse?" Squeaky voice insisted. "Because of reasons you wouldn't understand," the arcanist clambered into the tawny saddle with flowing elegance for one his age. "Get her to the dragon. Unlike the gryphon, I twisted her magical energy in such way that her mind retains its lucidity and doesn't drift in a dream-like sleep. And fucking bring Jeorg next time. Nethermancers are the ones who use their own magical energy to draw runes. I'm only good at destroying beings from inside out by corrupting their very magical energy. You two get that straight if you want to last in this business." He urged his gryphon forward, and off he was. Christina followed him with the corners of her eyes until he vanished for good. Vyr. Where was Vyr? All she could see was the dark gryphon of the bandits, a bird with torn and ruffled feathers who filled her hazy gaze. Christina looked up at him, and tried to say something. Her tongue, just like the rest of her body, was thoroughly numb, and her vision began to spin only a moment after. She scrunched her eyes shut, gasping for breath, then gagging as her last meal threatened to make its way up her throat. Christina swallowed hard, then clenched her jaws, waiting for the overpowering nausea to subside. It barely did. Everything throbbed, and everything hurt. Her temples pounded, and her heart thundered in her chest, a steady thump thump thump that filled her ears. "Gives me the chills, he does," squeaky voice said. "You sure this focking two legged lizard will give us eggs?" "One way to find out. We'll let Beast fock her till her womb is close to bursting with his seed. That'll get Brom and Jeorg their eggs, and us the coin," his partner said. "We should take the eggs for ourselves. Better than coin." A sharp squeak escaped the bandit when his partner elbowed him straight in the three gashes Christina drew along his arm with her claws. "You take what you get, useless brother, unless you want Brom to turn you into fine bone powder. Get the rest of the boys to sell the gryphon, and let me do the hauling." His useless brother, the one with the squeaky voice, scampered past the dark gryphon and descended into the tunnels connecting the nests. The burly bandit remained with Christina. He stepped in front of her, one thick leg at a time, and knelt in front of her. He had a rough, wiry beard, tangled like his mangy hair. His wind burnt face bore several scars, adding to his ugliness. His sour stench filled Christina's nostrils, making her snout scrunch. That only made him laugh and join his hands. "Maybe I ought to fock you meself. See how your cunt feels like before Beast has his way with you." He got up, and motioned his gryphon to approach. The mindless bird obeyed, paying no attention to Vyr, who sprawled on his back behind him. Christina's heart leapt in her chest at the sight of her mate. His limbs thrashed, and pained squeaks burst through his half opened beak. Who knows what nightmares that Arcanist inflicted upon him? She didn't even have time to think, as the bandit scooped her up from the floor, eased her into the saddle, and tied her to his gryphon's back with a thin rope that chaffed at her leathery hide. "If only me wife was like you. Numb, half passed out, to utter not one peep. I would of started to love 'er again." He chuckled, and hurled his impressive bulk into the saddle. His whistle urged the dark gryphon to stride towards the mouth of the den and take off with a few mighty flaps. Christina's stomach sank. Not because of the rocky flight, but due to the darkness that engulfed her den, along with her mate. The bandit said something, but her flat ears registered unintelligible buzzing. She could barely keep her eyes open, least pay attention to anything else but the wind whooshing past her frame. She didn't even feel its chill, nor the dizziness that took hold of her senses as the gryphon angled into a dive. She felt nothing. The gryphon landed inside a clearing, a fair distance away from Stoneveil. Christina didn't know how long they flew; only that Gryphoncrest Mountain grew to the size of a small hill in the distance before the curtain of trees engulfed it. Her captor clambered down from the saddle, cut through her bindings with a dagger he summoned from his waistband, and slung her across a shoulder, like one carried a sack of grain. "mhhhhhhhm," Christina moaned. Her jaws and tongue still refused to budge, so all she could utter were guttural sounds. It did more damage than good, as the bandit turned her heads towards her to smile a crooked smile. "Eager to meet Beast, are we? Pah, who wouldn't be in your position." He stopped, placed her down, and grabbed her in both of his arms. "There. Now I can see your pretty face. See who I'm speaking to, for once." "Mmmmm," Christina whimpered. Maybe the bandit took pity on her, and turned back to the city to... To do what? Ranthar lounged in his cave, and Vyr...Christina's eyes widened at how hollow she felt. She ought to feel devastated, ashamed, angered--to feel something, at the very least! The spells the Arcanist put upon her stripped away her instincts, feelings, everything, turning her into a dry husk, incapable of even speaking. "Moan, dear, moan. Is the only thing you'll do around Beast. He has never bred, our Beast. Plenty of seed in that cock of his. If rumors be true, female dragons in heat want nothing more than a cock inside them and some meat in front of them. We'll provide you with both, so long as you give us the eggs." Christina stood silent, but that didn't stop the rogue from chuckling to himself. "First time may hurt. First few days may be nasty. But you'll grow accustomed to it. Every dragon who is stripped of its ability to fly does. You'll find relief in his cock, and he'll relieve himself inside you. Sounds good enough to me." He took upon a game trail that led into a thicket where two other figures awaited. A tall, lean man, cleaned shaved and wearing a huntsman leather gear, and a knight garbed in his plate armor, with gaunt features and short cropped hair. "Took too fucking long. Left your gryphon behind, aye?" "Aye," the bandit confirmed. He dropped Christina on the ground and stepped away from her to allow his companions to inspect his catch. "Doesn't look like much," the huntsman said. "Weird feet." He knelt to grab her paws and squeeze her toes. "Shapely thighs at least, fucking breasts." His hands hovered across her chest, up to her perky bosom, where he squeezed hard enough. Christina didn't feel much, but noticed how his knuckles turned white. "What on earth does a dragon needs breasts for?" "Look more human?" The knight asked, scratching at the tuft of hair that was supposed to be his beard. The huntsman threw him an incredulous look. "Does this fucking thing look human to you?" He lifted her tail and wove around the bladed tip. "Pah. As I said, doesn't look like much." "Tough break, Larn. Is what we got," the bandit said. "Need her for breeding, not to prance around for your pleasure." The huntsman's features grew hard. His back stiffened, and his fists kept clenching and relaxing. "She collected the bounty for our brethren, aye? Seems fit to breed her until her womb gives in. Seems fit to turn her into our very own fucking bounty." He pivoted on his left to kick her, but the bandit moved in front of him. "You wanna kick something, find a fucking dog. She remains unhurt." "Why?" The huntsman said, exasperated. "Did our brethren remain unhurt?" "Our brethren enslaved dragons, bent them to their will," the bandit sneered."We'll honor them by continuing their tradition." "Tradition my arse. You want the coin." "I want Beast to like her enough to fuck her, day and night." "Why you think he won't do that?" the knight asked. "Dragons are picky fucks, Beast included. She not in heat, Beast ends her. Simple as that." "Did you make sure?" Christina stiffened at that. She stifled a moan just as the hungry gaze of the three men fell upon her. "One way to find out," the bandit said. "Hold 'er up. Need her naked for Beast." The other two propped her onto her butt, staring at her shapes with gusto while the bandit stripped Christina of her clothing. He whistled as he rolled her leggings down, while the other two snickered and licked their lips. "Fine pussy, that," the huntsman drawled. "Most beautiful thing about her. So swollen, so ripe..." The bandit slapped his wrist as he reached towards Christina. "I took her. Seems fit I probe her first." "Do whatever the fock you want," the huntsman said as he began pacing around, his erection visible through his leggings. The knight already got his member out, stroking it vigorously as he took curt glimpses of her with the corner of his eyes. "Idiot wanker. Pussy a foot away from you, and you fock your hand," the huntsman said to the knight, frowning. "Beast finds seed inside her, he kills her. Think I wouldn't have focked her meself?" The bandit said. The huntsman shrugged and took the cue of his companion to bring out his stiff member and stroke it, grunting softly. "Now love, let's see what you have to offer," The bandit whispered into her ear. His pudgy fingers slid across her belly, hovered across her slick lips, and entered her with a satisfying squelch. The bandit grimaced, a soft groan escaping him. "Larn, bring over a dog." "I haven't finished," the huntsman said. "Bring over a focking dog," the bandit thundered. Larn stroked himself faster to completion before pulling up his pants and dashing through the trees. The knight finished a moment, releasing a mighty groan as he did. "Don't you go for a quick one Zevren?" Zevren shook his head and showed him his fingers, covered in Vyr's thick, creamy seed. "Focked her gryphon, this one. I ain't rubbing me cock for a beast fucker like her." "Pay no attention to her. See the cunt, not her face." Zevren grunted, and settled by Christina's side until Larn returned with a brown, shaggy dog. He barely reined in the bitch, who kept tugging on the leash and whimpering at Christina. Zevren parted her thighs open, then signaled to Larn to let go of the bitch. Christina's eyes widened for a curt moment before a moan burst in her throat. The dog's muzzle dug inside her cunt, the bitch lapping at her insides like her life depended on it. Although her body was positively numb, her insides still tingled and reacted to the stimulation, making her cunt clench and shudder as she moaned with abandon. Her three captors broke into a fit of raucous laughter. The knight toppled over under the weight of his armor, and Larn crashed next to Zevren to lean against his shoulder as he pointed at Christina. "Can you--can you focking believe that mate? Dragoness is having an orgasm from a dog's tongue," Larn said, his voice hoarse from his harsh laughter. "Good that she does. If dog can tongue fuck her, then Beast will give her ten orgasms by the time he done with her." Christina's breath grew labored. She began to pant when the bitch finished and drew back to lick the droplets of gryphon seed from her whiskers. "Won't have to feed her at least," Larn said as he grabbed her leash to lead her away. "Ate enough for tonight." Zevren look unconvinced. He put two fingers inside Christina, and sank all the way to his knuckles, his smile broadening as her moan acquired a higher pitch. "Good squeeze. Can see why your gryphon filled you so good. Be a kind soul and give me an orgasm. I want your thighs drenched with fluids when I toss you into Beast's pen." He began pushing his fingers in and out of her in a steady motion, flexing inside her to allow his fingertips to caress her overly sensitive walls. Christina tried to frown, to suppress her moans, to deny this bastard of his pleasure. She couldn't even manage that. The stimulation proved too much to bear, and a sharp moan rippled in her throat as the bandit's ministrations brought her to her peak. Fluids gushed out of her cunt, trickling along her thighs and coating Zevren's hand with a translucent sheen. He smirked at that, grabbed her, and led her deeper into the forest. Dazed and numb, Christina closed her eyes and imagined herself back in her nest, cuddling with Vyr. Away from her broken shell of a body, away from everything. She almost managed to drift away to a more pleasant realm when harsh growls snapped her back to her senses. "Beast's half mad with your scent already," Zevren said before tossing Christina into a domed pen, surrounded by shimmering threads. An arcane prison, one that only a Nethermancer could dispel. Great... Christina rolled on the ground from the impact, stopped on her back, and snorted out the dust that entered her nostrils. On the other side of the pen stood a black dragon, reined in by flimsy threads of magic. He was bigger than Ranthar, bulkier, with broad wings, spiraling horns, and a hide so scarred she whimpered at the mere sight of him. He missed a toe on his left forepaw, a few talons on his other paws, and his tail tip had been removed. There was no sign of intelligence within his stark amber gaze, no trace of compassion. Only wild instinct, driven by raw desire to breed. Christina gasped when she sighted his cock, already rock hard and bobbing with want. It bore a reddish color, and was thicker and longer than her forearm. Strands of pre leaked from his spaded tip, coating his length with glistening arousal. It only served to emphasize the soft bumps scattered along his shaft, and the several ridges that preceded his impressive knot. She could not possibly take that; she couldn't even... "I thought watching you will give me a semblance of pleasure, but I haven't realized how small and insignificant you are before Beast. Here is to you for surviving the night." Christina's wild, terrified eyes shifted towards Zevren. He brought out an enchanted signet ring from his pocket, waved it in front of her to emphasize its purpose, fled behind the safety of a tree, and disappeared. Christina watched with horror as Beast's bindings flickered. That bastard smashed the gemstone of the signet ring faster than she anticipated. Spit stuck in her throat as the dragon began flailing his limbs and stretching his impressive wings. His sheer strength failed to break the fading bindings for now, but that only bought Christina a couple of seconds to understand her predicament. This dragon was going to mate--no, rape her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her whimper faded into the dragon's harsh, needy growls, and no matter how hard she tried to shift her limbs, scrunch her snout, or speak, she couldn't. The arcanist made sure to render her useless, incapable of even tucking her tail inwards to cover her private parts. With a faint hum, Beast's tethers vanished into nothingness. He crashed onto his chest with the momentum, a harsh growl smoldering within his chest. Amber eyes fixated on Christina, his coal pupils dilated under the thin shafts of moonlight creeping through the canopies above them. "Mhmmmmm, ghmmmmmmm," Christina moaned. She had no words to back up her helpless sounds, no fierce pose to deter Beast. She lied down on her back, her limbs sprawled in all four directions, cunt exposed to his flared nostrils. Instead of lounging towards her, Beast approached with small, methodical footsteps, his growl deepening with each thumping fall of his big, meaty paws. "Mmmmmmhm, mmmmmmm," the dragoness pleaded, yet even her own cries felt dry and lifeless to her. The arcanist suppressed her emotions; he twisted her magical energy in such way that she felt strangely calm before the impending rape. Her heart beats were faint and normal, and her numb body lied down in the most thrilling of ways for the horny male. Christina's mind rebelled at her false sense of serenity, yet the sea of thoughts churning within her head didn't do much in slowing Beast's advance. His snout reached her feet. He prodded at her talons with his nostrils, then drew back his head when she didn't move. Cowardly, mindless beast! You're not the fierce being those bandits made you believe you are. A hollow husk, devoid of spirit, is what you are, pitiful creature! Christina thought and tried to say, but only whimpers rippled within her throat. Beast continued to nudge her thighs, prod at her wings with the tip of an ebony claw, run his snout over her lithe body, all the way up to her head. His foul breath washed over Christina, making her shudder within her mind, even though her body refused to budge. After a few deliberate whiffs, his forked tongue poked out, the tip rolling across her breasts. Christina released a curt moan, and Beast drew back with a yelp, his wings flexed, ready to carry him away from danger. A terrified whelp, trapped in the broken body of a dragon. Christina both hated and pitied him for what he was, and the pain he was about to inflict upon her body. When his tongue slid across her puffy lips, however, it wasn't pain that filled Christina's senses. A short, satisfying moan escaped her against her will, making Beast hum in delight as his tongue carried her sweet, alluring fragrance into his maw. His hindquarters bucked from the potency of her scent, and his lips drew back to reveal long, sharp, glistening fangs. The dragon roared his claim on his female for all the forest denizens to hear, a deafening sound that made the very ground rumble from its might. When he looked upon her again, Beast's eyes grew narrow, focused, a fierce snarl etched upon his snout. Christina's eyes widened. She had heard of feral dragons and the way they dominated their mates, but she didn't expect it to be so literal. The second time Beast's snout descended upon her, his tongue delved all the way inside her pussy, forcing Christina to cry out her bliss at being filled by such tight and slick appendage. The perverted, unnatural pleasure flooded her body, loosening her muscles and veiling her senses with that pleasurable haze that happened during each mating. The arcanist wanted her to like it, and her cunt to clench with enough want around Beast's tongue to make the dragon's growl shatter into feeble, needy whimpers. His forepaws lashed out, talons curling around her thighs to get a good grip before he slammed them to the sides, so hard Christina heard her joints pop. Beast's tail fell down upon hers to squeeze it into place as he sought to gain complete control over her cunt. With her legs parted sideways, Christina's pussy was more exposed than ever to the mercy of Beast's tongue. It slid across her puffy lips hard and fast, his two thin tongue tips delving into her depths to stimulate her muscles enough to produce more sweet arousal. When it didn't come, Beast pressed his snout against her vent, tongue fucking her with hard, sudden thrusts. Against such onslaught, Christina could do naught but moan and squeeze her eyes shut as the terse shudders of her tunnel picked up in intensity. Her walls clenched around his vile tongue, embracing it with the same tightness as she embraced Vyr. That drove Beast mad with lust, urging him to pound his snout against her cunt in unison with the thrusts of his tongue. He ate her like there was no tomorrow, slurping her essence as soon as it gushed out of her shuddering vent. Christina noticed his twitching nostrils, his trembling wing joints, the spasms rippling along his thighs, and the wide, sudden swings of his cock. H was--he was going to... She closed her eyes just as his spurt of pre shot from his cock. It drenched her whole body in thin, musky dragon arousal, followed by a few feeble spurts of aqueous seed. Unable to hold back due to the alluring scent of her heat, Beast staggered back to lick his soggy snout and to glance at his rock hard cock. It throbbed fiercely with the yearn to lodge inside a female, and Beast had one right in front of him. "Ghmmm Ghmmm," Christina tried to reason with him, but the prudent male that greeted her had been washed away by Beast's primordial mating instinct. His forepaws relinquished her thighs, gripping her sides so tight Christina's breath hitched for a moment. She heaved, coughed and spat, but Beast's grip failed to soften. He aligned his great haunches with her thighs, using his toes to held her legs in place while that huge member inched closer and closer to her exposed vent. Christina stared at the spaded, glistening tip with dread, then everything turned black as the dragon's chest pressed against her. His bulk smothered her, it forced her head to the side, where she barely managed to breathe, wheeze and moan from her precarious position. All of it--her harsh, audible gasps, along with Beast's frail, excited growls--came to an abrupt stop when his tip pried open her folds and slipped into her pussy. Christina's breath stuck in her throat, the male's girth too big for her recently stretched walls. And yet, Beast pushed it in, every throb lodging more of that overly tight meat through her dainty passage. None of them made a sound; Christina's jaws clenched harder than ever as she felt her walls stretched to their limits and beyond, and shudders traversed Beast's chest, summoned by the overwhelming pleasure brought by Christina's tight pussy around him. For a male that had never mated before, it was too much; Beast's harder, faster throbs suggested as much, as well as his eagerness to fill her up to the brim. His knot followed promptly. It knocked against Christina's vent with wet squelches, his strokes too feeble, and her crevice too narrow to let him in. Not that it mattered to Christina. The mere size of Beast brought her over the edge, forcing her to cry out in sheer bliss as her orgasm hit her. Her moment of great pleasure ignited something within Beast, the terse spasms of her walls making his frame rock and his cock to pulsate with pent-up lust. Frail whimpers, shattered by sharp growls, broke through his maw as the urgency to cum took hold of his senses. Christina still rode her orgasm, clinging onto the ethereal threads of pleasure, when Beast pulled out of her all of a sudden. She faltered for a moment, her gaze blurred, unfocused. Why did he... The answer slammed inside Christina, harder than she deemed possible. Her pussy squelched, both in agony and pleasure, as fifteen inches of dragon cock sank inside her in the span of one stroke. Beast pulled back as fast as he pierced her, then shove forward for a second thrust. His knot slammed against Christina's tailhole, making her pucker clench and her folds to tremble from the harsh yet overwhelming thrusts of Beast. He bred her like his namesake, with fast, desperate strokes that lacked elegance and fluidity. Was she not under the arcanist's spells, Christina would have wailed in pain. Instead, a constant, drawn-out moan vibrated within her throat, climbing a pitch higher whenever Beast's girth returned for another stroke. The dragon scooped her off the floor with his forepaws. His toes wrapped across her back instead, his thumbs holding her in place as his brutish thrusts made her rock from their sheer strength. Christina's eyes squeezed shut every time Beast buried himself inside her, and her moan flared to sharp yips as his knot rammed against her folds. It seemed bigger than before, way bigger, and the ridges themselves swelled from the dragon's obvious need. They pushed through her squelching vent, the ring-like formations stimulating her insides with uncanny efficiency. Christina braced for a second orgasm when Beast's grip tightened around her, making her breath hitch. With a curt motion, he shoved her down upon his cock in the same instant with his thrust, forcing his knot past her tight folds. Stars speckled Christina's vision; she grew dizzy in an instant, unable to breathe or moan. She felt her insides burn from the great knot that filled her to the point where she thought she would burst. To make it worse, Beast came. His first spurt shot from his spaded tip like an arrow, drenching Christina's womb with his thick essence. More of it followed, a seething mass that welled within her in the span of a heart beat. Beast came so hard, and so much, that Christina's pussy stretched beyond its limits, if only to accommodate the great load he put inside her. She barely heard his roar over the ringing of her ears. Her own climax washed over her, brought about by the terse rocking motion of his cock inside her. The blissful relief that washed through her made her ordeal more bearable, and it lasted long enough for Beast's knot to shrink enough to pop out of her. A riptide of fluids burst out of her in the wake of Beast's cock, splashing against the ground audibly. Beast whined at that, but became too preoccupied with suckling off the feeble spurts from his cock. He crashed on his haunches, staggered, and fell to the side, moaning and growling in a high pitched manner, like a hatchling who took his first female. Christina didn't dwell on it for too long. She stared at the canopies of the trees, at the few twinkling stars whose light pierced through the verdant boughs. Although her body was still numb, Christina's mind felt drained, exhausted beyond belief. The only thing that kept her from passing out was the arcanist's magic, a vile thing that served only one purpose: to keep her up long enough for Beast to breed her until he had no more seed left in him. Christina found that hard to believe, judging from the strands of slimy essence dribbling down his chin as he suckled on his spaded tip. I'm going to die, Christina thought. Alone, away from everyone I love. Although the arcanist's spell made her believe everything worked the way it should, Christina knew better than that. Beast's knot would tear her insides. Three matings, five, ten from now, it would happen, and the fools who let her in the same pen with Beast would curse their days. This one thought soothed her, at the very least. Better that she would die, than see her first clutch taken away from her. The wind picked up all of a sudden, stirring a curtain of dust all around her. Canopies bent and shifted under its might, boughs cracked and fell on top of the arcane prison in which she found herself, along with a shower of broken stems and leaves. This wind--it wasn't natural. It had to be magic in nature, and whoever controlled it was... Vyr? Christina's jaw dropped as her mate channeled the wind to smash through the wooden fence. To preserve his magic and allow the bandits to feed Beast, the Nethermancer erected the arcane walls as a continuation to the wooden fence, which Vyr smashed to bits. It was enough to allow him to crawl under it and step besides her. He looked so different! His plumes vibrated with a shimmering aura of a forest green color, like his eyes, and his eyes were narrow and focused on Beast. The dragon backed away, his head held low, his tail tucked between his legs and his wings folded neatly to his sides. Short, frail whimpers escaped him, but that didn't stop Vyr from beating his wings forward and release a keening cry. Christina squeezed her eyes shut as the sheer force of the fierce gusts slammed Beast against the arcane walls. A small cyclone engulfed his frame, keeping him suspended a few feet in the air, raking at his hide, tearing scales, drawing agonizing cries from the unfortunate victim. Vyr, you are--you're killing him! Christina wailed, but only a sharp moan escaped her maw. She cried, and cried, watching Beast's wing membranes tear to shreds, horrified and helpless. Once Vyr's magical energy ran out and the eerie glow around him subsided, the cyclone he conjured dissipated. Beast crashed to the ground in a heap of twitching limbs and trembling wings, whimpering and squeaking faintly. It tore at Christina's heart to see a proud, majestic being like him reduced to this state, in spite of the pain he brought upon her. It wasn't even pain. He didn't hurt her; all he did was mate with her, like any male in his position would have, and Christina came, more than once. What the arcanist did to her body was unforgivable, yet she couldn't help but shed a tear for her kin, tortured by the very gryphon who came to their rescue. Or did he? Vyr wasted no time in grabbing Christina and holding her tight to his chest while he trudged out of the enchanted pen. Once out, he placed her on a bed of grass and ran his beak across her body, mellow chirps rumbling in his throat. "My wind magic awoke, but not in time to prevent that creature from...from..." he turned towards the pen, unable to look at her seed drenched pussy a moment longer. "Just because he's your kin, that doesn't mean he deserves your pity. I can kill him. End his misery. You have but tell me and I'll go back into that pen to--" "Mmmmm mhmmmm mmmmmmm," Christina whined, allowing her voice to ripple with soft tones that weakened Vyr's resolve. Her mate turned back to face her, his beak clattering with distress. "I won't do it, but only because your safety means more than a dead dragon to me." He grabbed her in his talons, launched himself into the air, and flapped hard and fast to breach the clouds. Once the pale moonlight greeted his feathers, Vyr stretched his wings into a steady glide to preserve his energy. His feathers and warmth kept the stinging chill at bay, yet fierce tremors still wracked Christina's frame. Good. That meant the arcanist's spell weakened. "You're trembling like a leaf. Should I--" "Mmnnnnno," Christina managed to utter, her mouth and tongue still too stiff to form words. Vyr tucked his head to his chest to look upon her, then stared back at the veil of darkness that stretched before him. He knew better than land and rest, proud as he was. His wind magic might make quick work of the bandits, but they had gryphons of their own, attuned to more elements than just wind. He flew for far longer than Christina anticipated. Light perked on the horizon before he banked left towards a dried brook. His hind paws met the fine sand, and he gingerly placed Christina onto his back to free his forepaws. Once the protective canopies of the oaks cast their shadows upon him, Vyr crouched, pushed her off with his beak, and tucked her tight to his side with the help of his beak. His wing fell upon her, engulfing her in a warm, comforting darkness. "Force yourself to sleep. Rest will help unravel the arcanist's magic." Vyr needed that more than she did. Every fiber of his body trembled from the strain he put himself through, and pained squeaks left his beak. He depleted his magic, flew for the better part of the night, and fought his own set of bandits in order to come to her rescue, a feat rivaling that of a royal gryphon. Christina forced her eyes shut, trying her best to reward Vyr's pain by fighting the arcanist's magic. Sleep didn't come to her. Try as she might, her body refused to heed her mind. Instead, she counted her heartbeats within her mind to distract herself from Vyr's whimpers and wing jerks. Something must have worked, for she reached heartbeat number ten thousand seven hundred and thirty three before a pleasant numbness lured her to sleep. When she next woke up, Christina rested against the smooth, warm surface of Ranthar's inner thigh. She poked around with her fingers in the penetrating darkness, urging Ranthar to lift his wing and curl his neck around to face her. "You shouldn't wake up so soon. Your shivers are still too fierce to--" "Where--where is Vyr?" Christina asked, her voice hoarse, her throat raw, and her head heavy. Her temples pounded, her stomach churned like a volcano, and an overpowering dizziness took hold of her senses. She fell back against Ranthar's haunch, her eyes closed to fight off the nauseating feeling. She felt horrible and great at the same time. To feel the icy fingers of fear raking across her back meant that the arcanist's spell wavered, even though her limbs and wings barely responded to her attempts to stretch. "He left to scout for threats." "Why didn't you--in his stead..." "I tried, and that earned me three talon marks across my throat." Three scratches, thin yet visible. Christina winced, but Ranthar's snout delved upon her to plant long, moist, soothing licks across her bare body. "He didn't want me to side with the bandits and take you as my mate. An irrational concern, one that he strongly believes in," Ranthar said between licks. Her mate had his flaws and ridiculous worries, yet Christina couldn't help but feel proud of him, if a bit angry at his weakened state. "You should have--should have stopped him. Why didn't..." Christina trailed off as Ranthar's tongue filled her snout, drawing a slimy line across her face. "Don't speak yet. You're shaking like a leaf. Let me draw the cold out of you first, and then you can question my cowardice." She didn't imply that! Christina attempted to roll onto her bottom and get up, but she didn't even make it halfway before crashing onto her back once again. Ranthar snorted softly, throwing her a look that said "I told you so." He continued to lick along her belly, his tongue rolling around her breasts and down her shapely thighs. Ranthar's snout hovered over her body, blowing gusts of hot air upon her to warm her slick form. Christina moaned in delight. Her muscles loosened under the sudden warmth, and warm tingles spread through her frame, waking the dormant parts of her body. "His seed is still inside you," Ranthar said as he looked to the side, unable to match her gaze. "It didn't feel right to get it out, not so soon after he--" "Get it out. You should have done that as soon as Vyr placed me down in your care. I can't believe you let...inside me for so long..." Christina's voice faltered, and she coughed several times as her chest constricted due to the implications of Ranthar's gallantry. What if his seed bloomed inside her? What if her hatchlings became-- She couldn't finish her thought. Ranthar's slick appendage delved upon her lips, caressing them briefly before he pushed his tongue in all the way inside her. Christina gasped at the sudden pleasure that flooded her being. She clenched upon him hard and fast, whimpering in short bursts as his tongue swirled inside her to wash away Beast's essence. Ranthar drew his tongue into his maw, slurping the thick seed, snarling and hissing from its tart tint. "It didn't quicken. It was his first mating, and a male's first climax flushes out his bad seed." Bad seed? Christina would have laughed at his ridiculous attempts to soothe her worries, had she the strength to do so. Instead, she moaned as Ranthar's tongue returned to fill her vent and tease her endlessly with that tantalizing swirling motion. Through her half closed eyes, she watched his member grow, faster than it ever did, already pulsating with hearty throbs. The harder he ate her, the fiercer his shaft bobbed, until weak whimpers rippled through his throat. Weak spurts of seed left his rocking tip, splashing against her feet and knees, coating her in a thin, ivory web. The lewd sight brought Christina on the verge of her own climax. Her vaginal muscles rippled with want, and her body rocked in a swaying, enticing motion, her moans urging Ranthar to lick harder, faster, deeper. Vyr's screech made her heart leap in her chest. She closed her eyes and rolled away from Ranthar just as her mate pounced the horny dragon, half dazed from his recent pleasure. Vyr's talons pinned Ranthar's forepaws down, the claws of his hind paws bit into the soft, light grey scales of his underbelly, and his tail wrapped around Ranthar's cock, squeezing it hard enough for his tapered tip to turn white. His beak locked around Ranthar's throat, applying enough pressure to end his feeble growl. Christina paled. Ranthar didn't even fight back. He froze under her mate, his wings and tail sprawled on the ground in submission. "How dare you?" Ranthar thundered. He pulled back, mantling over Ranthar, towering above him. "How dare you claim my mate after what she's been through?" His talons curled inwards, biting into Ranthar's scales, just as his hind paws leaned forward to drive his hooked claws into the soft scales of his underbelly. Ranthar didn't even squirm. He blinked apologetically, glancing at Vyr, then looking to the sides. That didn't please her mate. He lodged one forepaw into his throat, flapping his wings for balance as his tail released his shrinking member. "You can't even imagine what that dragon did to her--what I did to him."
Gusts of wind whipped past Christina, ruffling the tapestries pinned against the walls. They became stronger, fiercer as Vyr's plumes began to shimmer with the same eerie glow Christina had witnessed the previous day. Her stomach sank. The image of Beast, with his wings in tatters, his hide lacerated and his scales torn, zipped through her mind, bringing a cold shiver through her frame. It was happening again. Only, this time, Ranthar would be the victim. Christina didn't think. She clung onto the sudden strength that filled her being and shot forward, flapping her wings to enhance the strength of her leap. She slammer shoulder-first into Vyr, knocking him off Ranthar, who scrambled onto his legs to flee to his furred bedding. Vyr whipped his tail at Christina, wrapping it around her legs just as his wings buffeted her. She squeezed her eyes shut against the blow, but instead, Vyr engulfed her in a feathery sanctuary, cawing his disbelief at her. "He took you. He took you and you still--He's a feral beast!" Vyr shrieked. "No different than Beast. Has he any regard for you? Or is your cunt all that is important to him?" Christina reached towards her mate's neck. She dragged him into her embrace, so hard and fast Vyr let out a frail, surprised squeak. "Typical for a gryphon, to jump to conclusions based on a mere assumption," she said while she ran her fingers through the soft plumage of his scruff. "I had Beast's seed in me. I asked Ranthar to clean it. My heat got the better of him," she explained with a slow, smooth voice to allow her words to sink in. Vyr didn't care for that. He dabbed his beak at her pussy, gasping and snorting audibly. When he looked upon her once again, his features softened, het his pupils still shrunk whenever he glimpsed Ranthar. "He's still a beast, incapable of controlling his lust. I don't want him anywhere around you." "Agreed." Christina's heart constricted at the thought of chasing Ranthar away, so soon after he indulged her with his tongue, but Vyr's shimmering aura gave her no choice. Better than he left unscathed than fight the battle of pride. "Leave us to our own, dragon," Christina commanded. Ranthar dipped his head and curled into his furred bed in a ball. Vyr strode towards him, faster than Christina could catch up. "Leave her the furs. She needs them more than you do." "It's my bed," Ranthar growled, a feeble snarl etched upon his snout. It vanished as soon as his gaze hovered over Christina, who tilted her head sideways to send him away. "She wants you gone. That means you disappear from our sights." Ranthar left for the treasure room, his tail rocking with obvious displeasure. Vyr curled into his nest, a wing stretched for Christina to curl under. She sighed and took his cue. "We're in his home. Sending him away isn't right." "His presence is what it isn't right. He mated you, filled you with his seed. He's a lustful beast, hardening at the mere sight of you." "And you?" Christina said, stroking his cheek with two joined fingers. "Don't pretend you never got hard. You said so yourself, and the scents in our nest proved it." Vyr perked up at that, fixating one emerald eye on her. "Yet you never noticed. I made sure you didn't. Whatever hold instincts have over me, I can control it." "Even when you confessed to have almost eaten a human carcass?" He cocked his head at that. "That's an argument in my favor." "It is." Christina leaned over to cup his beak into her palms and plant a soft kiss upon its smooth, light grey surface. "Instincts make us who we are. If I lacked a mating instinct, I would not have had my heat. If I hadn't entered my heat, I would not have offered myself to you." Vyr's drawn-out caw was music to Christina's ears. Such a soft sound for such a majestic being. She couldn't help but fondle one of his ears and lick his beak, over and over again. "I still don't trust him. Never will." "Trust me, and the promise I made him. He deserves to find a mate of his own and discover what loves feels like." "What does it feel like?" Vyr taunted. Christina smirked and began rubbing his wing joint. She began to hover her paw across his leonine half, scratching softly at his belly, when Vyr curled his neck around her waist to stop her. "Christina, don't--not so soon after..." he trailed off, uncertain on how to proceed. Good. That made it easier for her to lick the side of his ear and whisper into it. "Whatever happened, happened. Don't confuse me with a scullery maid who jumps at the sight of men after being raped for the first time." She held his beak up to stare into his eyes when she said it, "I'm a dragon. I get to decide what I do with my body. Not the bandits, not the arcanist, not Beast." "I still don't think you miiiiiirppppppp," Vyr trilled when Christina began to knead at his sheath with one paw and direct his beak to her pussy with the other. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you the last time." She pushed back his sheath, pushing out his glistening length that grew hard as stone in mere moments. She began stroking him up and down, massaging his knot with the tips of her fingers in an enticing motion that drove Vyr crazy with lust. "Raa--raaawk awk awk," Vyr cried out. He breathed in her scent deeply; Christina heard the clatter of his beak, felt his rhythmical throbs against her palm. "I'm--I'm spent. Too tired. We should both rest--rest and wait for--" "You can rest on your back, my dear mate. Us dragons have our tongues to serve our mates during their lazy periods." "I'm not lazy," Vyr shot, "just very--" "Hard," Christina continued for him. She continued to stroke him as she shifted into the proper position to tend to Vyr's needs, facing his sack and ruddy member, her back to the interior of the cave. She spread her knees enough to allow her rocking tail to massage her wet folds while her paws grabbed Vyr's padded toes. She applied a light squeeze upon his smooth pads, making his paws twitched, before cupping them into her palms. Holding his paws still gave her a perverted sense of dominance, to immobilize her mate's limbs as she descended upon his rock hard length with her maw. Vyr released a sharp caw, and Christina moaned as she wrapped her tongue around him, easing him further in. His rich, feral taste flared her senses, making her walls constrict with want. For a tired bird, Vyr certainly throbbed hard. Christina squeezed his paws tighter for extra purchase as his hindquarters began to buck. His tapered tip dabbed at her throat, urging her to take more of him inside. She obliged, moaning as she did, catching his light gushes of pre against the base of her tongue. She only gulped it down after tasting him, trilling in unison with him at how good he tasted. What he was about to give her would taste even better, however, and it wasn't long before Vyr would succumb to his pleasure. His toes flexed in her grip, his cries became sharper and more alert, his tail rocked with renewed vigor. He was close. Close enough for Christina to show him-- A muffled yelp burst from her throat as a weight pressed upon her back, pinning her on her knees while thick, draconic haunches locked in around hers. Ranthar? What in the world was he doing here? Get away! Christina wanted to say. With Vyr occupying her maw, all she managed was a moan, which Ranthar took for his cue to push the entire length of his rock-hard shaft inside her. Her pussy squelched from being filled to the brim, each of the three ridges that preceded Ranthar's knot making Christina gasp and pant from the fiery pleasure that welled within her. Much to her relief, Vyr had his eyes closed, his blissful squawks echoing through the whole cave. Apart from his squelching thrusts, Ranthar made no sound. He mated her with short, powerful strokes, huffing slightly as he claimed his female like only a dragon could. Christina relished the touch of scales upon her bare back, his comforting weight upon her, his powerful haunches squeezing her tight enough to hold her in place for his cock to thrust in and out of her with abandon. Every time he did, his knot slammed against her tight walls, caressing her shuddering lips in the most intimate of ways. She wasn't going to last long, and neither did her males. The claws of Vyr's hind paws already began to poke out, heralding his climax, and Ranthar began to pant above her. His back arched, and his wings stretched for extra balance as he began to pound away at her with deft strokes. Soft spasms wracked her depths from the overwhelming stimulation, pushing her closer towards her orgasm, one that she couldn't fight against even if she wanted. Ranthar gave in first. The dragon shoved his hindquarters forward, pushing his knot through her lips with a sudden squelch. Christina squeezed her eyes shut, the pleasure too much for her to bear. She flared her nostrils, taking in deep breaths to delay her climax as her mouth worked up and down around Vyr, but Ranthar's fast, hearty spurts made her moan and whimper every time his scalding seed splashed into her womb. Lost in the thrill of his climax, Ranthar's limbs buckled, driving his chest against her back, pressing his weight against her head. Christina collapsed onto her belly under the sudden push, and her chin was shoved into Vyr's sack. That made the gryphon's hindquarters buck and ram his cock inside her maw, pushing his knot past her lips and into the wet sanctuary of her mouth. Christina wrapped her tongue around his knot instinctively, suckling on it hard and fast. Having his most sensitive part of his cock trapped into Christina's maw, held in place tight by her tongue, brought Vyr over his peak. A rush of cum burst from his throbbing tip, filling Christina's maw to the brim faster than she could swallow. She somehow managed to do it through heavy gulps, her mate's creamy consistency and savory taste helping a great deal. Knotted to both of the males, Christina moaned curtly, pausing to swallow more of her mate's essence and clench around Ranthar's perfect cock. Unlike Beast, his size stretched her the right amount, allowing the excess cum to slip past her lips and dribble down her tail. Even when Ranthar found purchase once again on his shuddering limbs, Christina begged him to rest against her through pleading moans. She loved the way he took her, suddenly and without warning. Her pussy begged for it, and Ranthar merely obliged. So, Christina continued to tend to her males, waiting for the spasms of her cunt to milk Ranthar dry and swirling her tongue around Vyr's length to draw more of that viscous essence out of him. When their knots finally shrunk and Vyr noticed Ranthar, the gryphon screeched at him for a split moment before he noticed Christina's resolute gaze. He said nothing, much to her relief, and waited for Ranthar to taper off, nuzzle Christina's seed drenched cunt, hum in joy at filling her so good, and wobble a few steps away from the mated pair, where he curled into a ball. Christina licked the droplet of seed that built upon Vyr's tip, then crawled under his waiting wing, light headed from the blissful experience. "You are my mate, and deserve everything that makes you happy and fulfilled. The way Ranthar took you--did you like it?" He sounded genuinely curious, if a bit spiteful or jealous. Christina chuckled and nuzzled his neck to soothe his worries. "As much as you liked cumming inside my maw." "That much?" "That much," Christina agreed. "I'm glad he had me. Better that his seed fills me now instead of giving Beast a chance at a clutch." Vyr dragged her into the feathery embrace of his chest and trailed off to sleep. Before she joined him, Christina glanced at Ranthar one more time, smiling at him, and nodding her gratitude at the pleasure he offered her. Although he wasn't her mate, Ranthar treated her like one, and it pained Christina to sleep away from his embrace when his cum filled her pussy to the brim. She woke up covered in a leathery blanket, so foreign yet so familiar to her. She lifted her head, blinked the drowsiness from her eyes, and frowned when Ranthar's snout met her.
"Where's my mate?" The dragon inched closer to lick her neck, but even his soothing tongue failed to alleviate her distress. Christina grabbed Ranthar's snout, pushing him away in spite of the pleasant hum rumbling in his throat. "Why isn't my mate here, Ranthar?" His slitted pupils narrowed in focus. "He is out hunting." "Why aren't you hunting with him?" "He didn't allow me to," the drake said as he lowered his head, releasing a short, irritated snort. That sounded like her mate indeed. A weight lifted off her heart, and she sought to embrace Ranthar's snout, but the dragon busied himself with one of his paws, licking the flecking scales off the wan underside. She crawled up to his snout, running a paw along the sinuous length of his neck. One of Ranthar's eyes shifted in her direction before drooping back towards his paw. "Something disturbs you," Christina noted. "My paw. I stepped inside a thorn bush and--" Christina pushed his snout aside with one of her wings, grabbed his paw, and exposed the light grey underside. Not a speckle of blood. "You've been around too many cats and dogs, I take it?" Ranthar dipped his head, letting out a drawn-out huff. "I never learned how to weave words in a convincing way." "No you haven't," Christina said, giggling. "You are as bad at lying as you are at hiding your displeasure. So." She grabbed his chin and lifted his snout to match her gaze. "You want more." "I--I don't know what I want," Ranthar confessed. His eyes shot back and forth between Christina and the four walls surrounding them, unable to look into her eyes for more than a fleeting moment. "You are my first mate and I--" "I'm the first female you mated," Christina corrected. "Vyr is my mate. You are just my..." How could she put it without tarnishing his pride? "Your consort?" Christina grinned. That was one way to put it! "My beloved consort." She kissed him between the nostrils, then pushed down on his snout to direct him towards her pussy. Ranthar didn't object. He gladly dabbed at her folds, taking in deep whiffs as the tip of his tongue dashed across her swollen lips. A lustful growl ignited within his throat, rich and powerful; it made Christina's chest tremble with pent-up lust and her cunt to shudder as she grew wet. Ranthar's tongue pierced her deeper, stretching her flexible muscle to lap at her sweet nectar. His swift tongue strokes made Christina's knees buckle, forcing her to grab onto Ranthar's horns for balance. "That's--that's enough," she said through her increasingly louder moans. "You're giving me a...a..." she clenched her jaws, least the fiery pleasure welled within her groin overwhelmed her. Oblivious to her words, Ranthar kept eating her out, his cock already rock hard and pulsating with the accelerated rhythm of his breath.
Christina was about to cry out in sheer bliss when a loud thud forced her eyes open. She staggered for a moment, dizzy with pleasure, and stared at Vyr with wide eyes. "Mating already? I thought you disliked doing it on an empty stomach." "I do, I do," Christina stuttered. She flicked her paw to send Ranthar away, then slapped his neck with her tail when the lustful dragon still licked her cunt with abandon. That drew him out of his reverie, and the sight of Vyr gave him pause. A wing fell over his blood engorged member to cover himself, and he tried his best to conceal his snarl of delight. "You don't need my approval to mate him, Christina. That's his purpose, the reason he's still with us." He glanced at Ranthar, his features stern, impassive, unreadable. "Tuck into it while his flesh is still warm." He stepped to the side of the young buck he killed by snapping his spine. Gryphons always made clean kills, diving towards their prey and ending it with a swift peck to the neck. Christina scoffed at that. "Can't we at least share?" "Not when you already have to share it with your clutch," Ranthar added. Vyr threw him a surprised look, and the dragon drew courage from it. "You're the dragon mother. It's your right to get the juicy parts." She rolled her eyes and said no more. It took great effort to convince Vyr of the futility of his selflessness. She wasn't about to argue with two males, not when both of them stared at her expectantly. So, she tore open the buck's belly, and munched on his tender and nutritional organs. Her hunger surprised her rational side, and no matter how hard she clung onto the thought of preserving a bit of liver and heart for her mate and consort, instincts got the better of her. By the time she finished, Christina panted. She ate breathlessly, like a ravenous beast. "Your turn," she said as she wobbled towards the furred bedding. Ranthar's snout greeted her, his tongue washing away the blood coating her arms and snout, while Vyr tore into the buck's meaty haunches. He left only the ribs, the spine, and the forelegs for Ranthar to gnaw on. Although her consort scraped the meat off the bones without as much as a whimper, Christina's tail tip flicked back and forth with obvious irritation. It upset her, how her mate chirped and cooed while she licked his beak clean, yet she didn't find the courage to speak of it. By gryphon rites, the hunter chose what to do with the catch. Questioning her mate's choice in front of Ranthar would only serve to weaken his image in the dragon's eyes and fuel his futile hopes of becoming more to Christina than just a consort. "We should take flight while the sun is young to keep ahead of the bandits. We will hunt along the way," he added when Christina threw him a glare. As if it made up for his poor treatment of Ranthar. They didn't even hunt. Vyr pushed himself to his limits, flying over the sprawling hills and past Hyrin's borders. The villages shrunk to mere settlements, built in deforested areas, with squat dwellings and small pathways connecting them. The flickering lights of the torches appeared as twinkling dots to Christina, who soared just under the blanket of crowds. She rode Vyr at her mate's behest, with Ranthar flanking them on the left. For a young dragon, he sure developed the proper endurance for an extended flight. It was Vyr who sought the shelter of the birch alcove for the night, situated a few wing beats from a thinning brook. The murmur of the water unnerved him more than the scent of humans creeping from a mile away. "Stop staring at it," Christina urged, her paws hovering across his taut haunches. "It's just a wood gathering settlement." "With more than one gryphon nesting in their area." Vyr held his head aloft to take in the scent of his kind. Christina only smelled the dry tint of dust and incense the humans burned during the night to ward off the spirits of the dead trees. Her sense of smell wasn't as keen as Vyr's, which was both a blessing and a curse. At least she didn't sit on her haunches, still as a statue, looking at the horizon with a bleak expression. "How many gryphons?" She entertained Vyr's worries for a second. "Three females and two males, of which one is a mated pair with chicks." "They won't leave their chicks for us." "Unless their humans force them to." That matter again. Christina chose to stay silent and work her fingers around Vyr's leonine half. She kneaded at his tense frame with her fingertips, and sneaked a hand under a hind paw to grab it and massage his sensitive toes. Vyr loved that. Just not tonight. Claws left their sheath, and she shook out of Christina's grip to adopt the same stoic position. "Your qualms are with the bandits, not with a few lumberjacks and their pregnant wives." "A few rotten apples are enough to spoil the whole basket," Vyr retorted. "A human saying, one that you used to be quite taken with." "Well, I'm now taken with you." She snuck a paw between his haunches to fondle his sack between his fingers, making Vyr tense up and shudder. His reaction encouraged her to apply the same treatment to his sheathe, but she found it softer than she anticipated. No matter. A few strokes and... Vyr got up and pushed Christina's paw aside with his tail. "That's the best argument you made tonight, and the reason I should perch on the outskirts of their settlement." Christina wanted to say something, but Vyr's wing beats took her words away. She got up, dusted her tunic, and crouched to fly after him. "Don't go. Your presence will only make things worse." "So is me staying idle while my mate is searching for trouble." "Trouble will only find him when you're around," Ranthar said. He shifted onto his fours and padded over to Christina to nuzzle her shoulder. "On his own, he won't think much of a gryphon coming to greet him. If you are with him, he will assume the worst, and heed to no reason but his own." Christina wrapped her arms around his torso, suddenly cold. "You don't know my mate. You don't know me. All you know is how my cunt feels around you." "Rrrrrrr, you're mistaken," Ranthar growled. "I've watched him, just as I watched you. Your compassionate nature doesn't extend to him." Christina's ears perked, and she turned to face Ranthar. "That only serves to prove my point. You don't know my mate at all." Ranthar didn't object. Not because he wanted to spare her of a futile argument, but because he was already erect from her scent. His chin rested on her shoulder, applying a light squeeze that encouraged Christina to get down on all fours. She slapped his snout. When that didn't work, she tried pushing him away, but he didn't budge. "Tarnishing the image of my mate is one lousy way to get me to..." her words came to an abrupt stop when Ranthar shifted onto his haunches in order to free his forepaws, who grabbed her slender frame hard enough to hold her still while his snout nibbled at her leggings. Christina jerked in his grip, fluttered her wings, tried to dislodge those meaty toes that surrounded her from all sides. To no avail. Ranthar's clutch became tighter, and lustful growls rumbled in his chest. His teeth made quick work of her leggings, and as soon as her pussy was exposed to the brisk wind of the night, his chest pinned her down in a mating position. Christina's stomach lurched, and her heart leaped in her chest at being handled in such rough way. She simmered, wanted to scream and growl and roar at Ranthar for shoving her down on her fours against her will. And yet, perverse excitement washed through her, making her wet herself with desire. Rough as he was, Ranthar had the guts to claim his female unlike Vyr, and his tight presence inside her made her roar in both elation and discomfort.
"Wrong...wrong hole," she stammered, then gritted her teeth just in time to brace against the second stroke. In his excitement to mate her, Ranthar's pulsating cock pierced the nearest hole, which happened to be the one located under her tail. His tightness took Christina's breath away. So hard he was, and so big, that her pink pucker stretched to its limits in order to accommodate him. Ranthar pushed himself halfway into her, his lubricated tip parting her tight, squeezing passage in its wake, drenching it with fresh spurts of pre. His juices felt so much hotter, his cock that much bigger, to her untested tailhole. Everything felt infinitely more intense to her, ranging from the smoothness of his rock hard meat to the seething pleasure creeping through her body. Christina tried to roar, yet her throat was almost as tight as her tailhole. No sounds escaped her but for the thundering beats of her heart while her consort thrust into her dainty pucker, faster and deeper with each stroke. Above her, Ranthar snarled his heart out, releasing a constant, high pitched whimper at sinking himself inside such tight, comforting depths. Every time Christina squeezed him involuntarily, Ranthar's frame quivered, and his haunches squeezed her tighter to hold his female in place. His talons drew deep furrows across the ground as the dragon scrambled for purchase, moments away from his moment of great pleasure. Christina teetered on the edge of her climax as well, now that Ranthar's cock plunged inside her up to his ridges. An electrifying jolt shook her frame at the thought of being unable to take his tight, circular, meaty protrusions, but Ranthar proved her wrong. With a strong thrust, he lodged his first set of ridges inside her with a wet plop, making her dig her claws into the ground and bite back a scream. She felt somewhat raw, yet the intense pleasure that flooded her being drowned every trace of pain. Spasms wracked her muscles, massaging Ranthar's cock with deft strokes, while hot, pungent arousal dribbled from her pussy in a steady stream. The scent of her liquid heat drove Ranthar mad. After he drew in a deep, audible breath, the dragon let it out in a shuddering whimper as he began pounding her in his earnest. Unable to clench her tailhole in time to contain his thrusts, Christina could do naught but grit her teeth, shut her eyes, and moan as her consort mated her with practiced dexterity. To him, her tailhole felt like her pussy, perhaps even better, now that his pre lubricated her enough for lewd squelching sounds to accompany every thrust. Even though each thrust carried Christina closer to her peak, she couldn't quite get there without something lodged inside her shuddering pussy. She tried to get a shaky paw down there and finish off herself, but only made it halfway before her balance wavered and her fingers curled around the ground for support. Now that Ranthar plunged his cock inside her up to his final set of ridges, his knot sought to lodge itself inside her. The steady motion of his ripe bulge slapping against her cunt made Christina gasp, both from elation and horror. She couldn't possibly take it! He was too big! "Ranthar, switch; switch holes. I can't...can't take you..." she huffed, unable to form more coherent words with such demanding tightness filling her tailhole. "Rrrrrrrrr, you can. You took me before, rrrrrrrr," her consort growled in sheer bliss. To Ranthar's lust addled mind, her words were nothing but a moan, a plea that begged him to knot his female and claim her as his. His limbs bucked in anticipation for his final thrust, his wings unfurled to keep him steady, and his head drew back to release a feral roar. In one curt motion, Ranthar drove his knot through Christina's pucker, drawing a hoarse cry from the dragoness. Her vision became blurry from the overpowering elation that flooded her senses. He was so big! So, so big and hard! Against her will, her tight passage clenched around him, relaxed, only to squeeze him again in a steady, milking motion. Ranthar gave her his seed not a moment after. He flooded her tailhole, his creamy essence plastering upon her shuddering walls, his liquid heat soothing her ache. More spurts followed, each stronger and more fulfilling than the previous. Each served to fill her to the brim, stretching her to her limits, until Christina felt like bursting from the great pleasure which claimed her senses. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, or think, or moan. All she could do was clamp down upon Ranthar's length, feel his delightful shapes, relish the comforting seed he deposited inside her. Once her breath returned and her senses recovered from the overly intense experience, Christina crashed onto her chest, heaving. Behind her, Ranthar panted, his tongue lolling to the side of his maw as he regarded Christina with an exhausted yet fulfilled look. "You bastard. I told you--told you to...." Christina trailed off, unable to say one more word. Ranthar looked too adorable, panting like that, with his eyes half closed, as if he was about to doze off. He perked his head at her words, then looked upon his knot to admire his work. "I should leave you to rest." "You should," Christina agreed. Ranthar curled his neck to lick at the base of his knot, encouraging it to unravel. A rush of seed followed in his wake, drenching Christina's thighs and tail in sticky, ivory dragon essence. As soon as he released himself from Christina, Ranthar crashed onto his side, his aloft hind paw twitching as he trailed off to sleep. Christina smirked. Typical for a male, to spend his seed and doze off. She scooped some of the seed from her tailhole, and put it inside her pussy with slow, tantalizing strokes. Even a faint touch was enough to trigger Christina's building orgasm, making her shiver and moan as her vent tightened around her fingers. So hard her climax hit her, that Christina fell asleep before she even knew it. Her heat tapered off the next day, when Ranthar's snout hovered over her dry pussy. He had a strange glint in his eyes, an intense focus that sent a warm shiver through Christina's frame. "I'm the father, and I will look after your clutch, no matter what," his deep, amber eyes said. As they continued their flight towards the mountains, Ranthar confirmed Christina's suspicions. The bigger her belly grew, the more protective he became of her, following Vyr's instructions to scout and hunt without a second thought. Although her clutch wasn't his, Vyr loved Christina all the same, spoiling her in his usual gallant--and infuriating--manner and mating her with slow, tender strokes. With a bulging belly like hers, Christina only needed a few strokes to cum harder than she had ever done before. At Vyr's behest, the trio stopped on the fringes of the Dragon Peaks. The mountain barrier stretched as far and wide as the eye could see, and the untamed wilderness made Christina's hide tingle with both excitement and fear. She was a bipedal dragon, one that had been raised by humans. What was she doing here, in the heart of nowhere? Unlike her, Vyr and Ranthar relished their freedom. As soon as they found a suitable nesting spot, a dry cave with a ledge wide enough for landing that overlooked a lush valley, the two males engaged in a competition to find and bring to Christina the finest materials they could find. Christina fumed at the thought of spending her time inside the den, unable to stretch her wings, yet her belly weighed her down like nothing ever did. What kind of eggs did she bear anyway? She hadn't heard of a bipedal mating a feral dragon before, but her gut instinct said that her clutch would resemble Ranthar. They felt too heavy, too big, too foreign to her body, yet strangely familiar. Vyr supplied most of the dried vegetation for the nest bedding, while Ranthar skinned, washed, and singed some doe hides to lay on top of it. The cushioning provided by Vyr's fallen plumes and straw, combined with Ranthar's hides, soothed Christina's heavy frame like nothing ever did. "Agh, feels so good," she groaned. "This territory is not claimed by any dragon," Ranthar said. "Or gryphon," Vyr added. "It's bountiful, full of creeks and lush forests, with treacherous ground for most ground predators. We should be safe here." Vyr turned to Ranthar, who regarded him with a puzzled look.
"She has fulfilled her pledge, Ranthar. You are home. Find your own mate and territory, and leave me and my mate to raise our clutch." Ranthar growled at first. Then she snarled. Finally, he stared at Christina with a pleading gaze that softened her to the point where her words left her mouth before she had the chance to think things through. "Let him stay until I lay the eggs. He deserves to see them, to touch them, to lick them clean, like any father should." Vyr shifted his weight from one side to the other, his beak clattering with irritation. "He sees them, he touches them, he licks them clean. That's all he does." Christina's stomach sank at the smoothness in his voice, at that practiced nonchalance. She knew quite well that gryphons mated for life. To have a third member help raise the clutch went against gryphon customs. And yet, Ranthar was the father of her clutch more than Vyr. His seed birthed them into existence. He should be here, not only when she laid the eggs, but when they hatched as well. The fragile pact between Ranthar and Vyr kept Christina on edge during the following days. Although her males did their best to provide her with everything she needed, ranging from food to soothing licks, Ranthar and Vyr barely looked upon each other, least share words. Even when the moment finally happened upon Christina, Vyr asked Ranthar to sit out of the nest. His wings engulfed Christina in a feathery shelter, the soft dabs of his beak soothing her as Christina squeezed her eyes shut, growling as she pushed the first egg out of her. An oval shaped one, pale blue smooth, with thin azure veins covering its glossy surface. Christina's heart leaped in her chest. Her first egg! She wanted to grab it, lick it, hold it to her chest! Instead, she braced herself for the second one. Vyr tried to maneuver his talons around her pussy, hooking his claws around her lips to try and stretch her, but Christina slapped him across the neck with her tail. "I'm no scullery maid, Vyr," she roared, "to need your help with my clutch." Vyr's frame shook from the power in her words, and his feathers ruffled as he stared at her cunt intently. A second dragon egg rolled out of Christina, drenched in her slimy fragrance, a deep shade of magenta, just like her. Vyr tucked it under the feathery sanctuary of his chest, throwing Ranthar a glare as the dragon began to pace around, flutter his wings, and growl with impatience. "We'll keep our word, Ranthar. Give me a--a moment as I hngggggghhhhh," Christina growled as she pushed out the third egg, an emerald green. Then a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Why did she pass these so easily, when her first three felt like a real chore? Vyr's drawn-out caw only served to puzzle her further as her mate began to clack his beak audibly. "Christina, these aren't dragon eggs. The shape, their smaller size, the splotches. They are..." his voice shattered into joyful squeaks as he rolled them under his chest faster than she could see them. Her vision turned hazy from the toll of egg laying, and her breath became labored. Still, she pressed on, pushing one final egg out of her that she swiped away with her tail towards her waiting paw. Her jaw dropped as she noticed those delightful dark splotches upon its ivory surface. A gryphon egg. A gryphon egg! Vyr took advantage of her distraction to tuck it under his chest. "You're a father," Christina whispered, her words barely audible over Vyr's fierce shrieks at Ranthar. "Vyr, you're a father!" She hurled herself at her mate, squeezing his neck tight while her tongue ran across his cheeks, beaks, brow. Lost in her mirth, Christina kept at it until Ranthar strolled into the nest to lick the excess juices that coated Christina's pussy. She barely noticed the light dabs of his tongue over the elation that flooded her being. The memory of her dream flashed through her mind, making her shudder to awareness at the implication of it. "We're a family now. All of us." Her teeth clattered from her pent-up excitement. Her stomach churned, and she felt light headed due to nerves. "These hatchlings--they need us. All of us, to care for them." Vyr didn't even pay attention to Christina, nor did he mind Ranthar scooping away the dragon eggs to lick them clean. He stared at his own, chirping, too absorbed by their coloring. Christina had to pinch his ear to get his attention, and even then, her featherhead of a mate regarded her with a blank expression. "Ranthar stays," she commanded with a resolute voice. "He's my consort and a father to his clutch, just like you." "Ranthar stays," Vyr repeated, too distracted to understand the weight of his words. That was enough for Christina to make her grin and cup her face in her palms. She released a shuddering sigh, then looked upon her two mates, each with his own set of eggs. It was like her dream. Better than that, even. It was perfect.THE ENDSo much love over there at the end! I hope you had a blast reading this story. If you did, be sure to thank silvergooddragon for being such a sweetheart and making this journey so exciting.I usually ramble about how the writing went and so on, but I honestly don't have much to say this time around. I loved working on this. Every word of it. Christina made for a wonderful protagonist, kind and compassionate, complemented by Vyr's slightly possessive attitude and caring nature. Ranthar turned out surprisingly good, in spite of his role in the story. At first, me and silvergooddragon only wanted to have him mate Christina, but as time passed by, it seemed natural that he takes a part in helping raise Christina's clutch. Awesome stuff there!Last but not least, I kindly ask you to take into account my following requests. 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