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Basking by the Springs

It was a surprisingly warm day in the Cradle of Dalon. Autumn was descending on the northern realm, and the typically blue-tinged vegetation of the Cellitoke Wood had started to turn green. Before long, all shades of yellow, orange, and red would form before the leaves would fall and winter would be upon the land. Since it was so warm, Ceylon and Leera were both out on the lake, taking in as much of the heat and light from the sun as they could.

Aside from their home high on the mountain side, this was their favorite place to be, right next to one of the many waterfalls over the multiple-layered rock face that divided the upper and lower parts of the cradle. There, they could swim, hunt, fish, or enjoy the view while also taking advantage of the rocky terrain that was perfect for basking.

Leera had taken a moment to enjoy a swim before finally slithering her way to the shore, where she curled up in a ball on one of the rocky outcroppings that had a visible ray of light poking through the canopy to illuminate it. Perfect for basking; perfect for a view over the lake.

"Giving up already, huh?" Ceylon joked as he kicked some water at his mate.

She slid her head around on the rock and nodded with a smile, tongue sticking out. "Indeed I am, my dear. The water is quite cool, I really just needed a drink."

"You're no fun." Ceylon walked up next to her and shook himself off, droplets of water landing on her scales and beading up as though she were covered in oil. "So, when are we heading into town?"

Leera slowly shook her head, closing her eyes. "I'm not going into town. Just not feeling up to it. The House will have to go a week without me. The others can take care of the customers. Right now, I just wanna spend time here with you. Stay with me?"

Ceylon smiled and offered a solemn nod. "I can never say no to that." He finished shaking the water from his fur as he kicked his hind paws off to the side and cracked his tail like a whip. He still wasn't dry, but neither was Leera. He sidled up next to her and leaned against her, his form dwarfed by hers. The gyphon was by no means a small creature - he stood taller than any horse and nearly as big as the average saurossin - but Leera was massive. Her body was as thick as his, yet she was all muscle and was twice as long as he.

They enjoyed the peace and solitude for many hours, Leera's body splayed out a bit with her head and neck wrapped around Ceylon. The sun dried them both of the water that had dotted their fur and scales, then continued to warm them.

Leera's body was cold blooded, so she needed the warmth of the sun to keep her temperature up, but she also had the ademane flowing through her body that acted as a sort of thermal regulator when not being used for magical purposes, and once it was heated it stayed warm long. Such was the case when she was out, basking. The sun would warm her skin, her skin would warm her muscles, and the muscles would warm the ademane system. Once the warmth was stored in the ademane, she would stay warm or even hot for days.

She fell asleep, with the comfort of Ceylon next to her. She knew that should anything happen, he'd wake her and they'd slip off into the forest. Plus, his body was quite warm itself.

A gryphon's body wasn't just warm blooded, but some could argue they were hot blooded. Not that they were quick to anger - as the term would often suggest - but their skin under their feathers seemed nearly hot compared to typical warm bloods. Because of this giver of warmth, Leera nuzzled up deep into his chest and neck feathers to absorb as much as she could.

The day passed on, and the sun began to set, with them still in position on the rock. Leera's form had absorbed as much as it would, and the beam of light from the sun had angled in such a way that it was no longer warming the rock she was on. She could feel the difference, and it woke her from her slumber.

She flicked her tongue as she blinked her eyes open - something most snakes couldn't do - using her tail to poke and prod at Ceylon's rump. "Hun? I think it might be time to wake up. The sun is setting, and we know how hard of a time you have flying home without the thermals."

The gryphon's body shifted as he rolled onto his side, using Leera's muscled body as a pillow. He beak-nibbled at some of her scales as he stretched a single wing out straight. "We could just stay here." He mumbled.

"That's entirely up to you, but I'd like to return to my den, if you don't mind." She extended her neck around him, flicking her tongue at his beak to tickle at his cere.

He giggled and shuddered at the sensation before flipping over to his other side, head still resting on her body. He brought his talon up to caress her spine, gently dragging his fingers up and down the many layers of smoothe scales along her body. As he felt her flesh, he paused to notice just how warm she was. He knew she'd been basking, but she was particularly warm.

Leera nuzzled into his chin, her tongue tip batting out against his feathers as her muscled body pushed her forward so that she was fully coiled around him. "Come on dear, I think it may be time to go." she slid around him, he head dipping off the side of the rock to disappear into the woods.

Ceylon nuzzled into her and felt the caress of her muscles contracting in waves as her coil rotated around him, enjoying the pressure and warmth of her body and the massage it was giving him. He was about too get up and follow her when he felt the end of her body and the base of her tail slide past his neck and come to rest in his palm. Her vent was right there, and she was so warm.

He clicked his beak and pressed down against her ventral scale, the pressure squeezing out some gentle, pink fluid from under her tail that wafted up a sweet aroma into his nostrils. She was aroused, and probably wanted to coax him back to their den for some fun. Ceylon didn't want to wait, her body was exciting enough, and he loved this place, so he slipped a single finger into her and waved it back and forth under her moist scale.

Leera grew still as she felt the digits prodding at her cloaca. She wrapped her neck around a tree for leverage as she watched Ceylon intently. "Wh-what are you doing?" She asked as she flicked her tongue, voice wavering.

"Oh, you know, just taking care of my mate." He pushed his head down to nuzzle into her slit, beak parting her scales as he swayed his neck back and forth, a gooey squish billowing out from her folds. He could feel her muscles contract and relax, the tip of her tail curling up around his opposite forearm, grabbing him tight as he buried his tongue in her. As always, her fluids were sweet and viscous, her flesh malleable and soft. Unlike most times, however, her body was incredibly warm, and presumably cozy. He wrapped both of his talons around her tail and gave a pull, yanking her backwards from the tree line where she was anchored to a trunk.

She peeled herself off it and slithered her way back to the rock, body pressed down tight against the sun-heated slate with her tail end flipped up to keep her cloaca exposed. She hissed gently as her breathing slowed, body expanding and inflating as her muscles twitched. Her tongue flicked out slowly, tasting the air and the pheromones that Ceylon was emitting. He was clearly excited, she could taste it.

Ceylon leaned over to nuzzle at her snout, the feathers of his neck tickling at her heat pits and forcing her to yank herself back. He giggled and positioned himself on all fours over her tail end, his member slipping from its sheathe to dangle between his hind legs, the tip dripping bits of excitement onto her slit to mix with her own fluids.

The naga slid her body up in a complete circle, nuzzling her snout under the gryphon's tail as he straddled her cloaca. She flicked her tongue against his balls, slapping in between them and darting past to tickle at his sheathe opening.

A chuckle rumbled through his body as he looked back to her, swaying his rumps as he bent his legs and pressed his hips to the underside of her tail, aiming himself so that the barbed tip of his member was resting on her opening. He waited a moment before bucking forward, plunging every bit of his length into her, knot and all. She was a snake, after all; she could stretch.

She grunted a bit and pushed up into him, an arch of her body pressing against his belly with her tail curled up between his legs, its involuntary motions eventually leading the tip of it to slide up under his tail and force its way into him. She could feel him squeeze around her ltail, so she pressed the blunt end of it against his prostate, massaging back and forth over it while applying pressure.

He clamped his beak shut and bucked his hips, tail raised high so her tail could slip into his rump, eyes shut as his wings spread wide. Her warmth smothered and filled him at the same side, and he felt his climax approaching very quickly. He offered only a few more deep thrusts as her tail pushed deeper and deeper into him before he felt his knot suddenly expand, filling her vent with gryphon seed.

"S-sorry!" he apologized, realizing he lasted only a couple minutes. Her tail was still deep inside him, swaying in powerful, deliberate motions as it squeezed onto his prostate, coaxing more and more fluid from his member into her. He got the impression she didn't mind his sudden eruption, but he still felt like he had to do something to make it up to her.

"Why are you apologizing?" She asked, nuzzling up to his side under his wing, tail still exploring deeper into him. Her entire body was tense except the last few meters of her body by her tail. She brought an arch of a coil up on either side of his body to squeeze him in a hug, rubbing her snout against his beak.

There was a swelling sense of pride in Ceylon. He may have been the dominant type, but he also felt it was his duty to please his mate. Her pleasure was his pleasure, and if he failed to supply it, then he was a failure of a mate.

Her tail was still inside him as he stepped back, pulling his knot from her depths with a wet slurping sound. The ventral scales remained spread, a cherry pink opening drooling lubricating fluids all down her tail and onto the rock. He lowered his chest and kept his rump high, the tip of her tail still inside him, as he slipped both his talons into her, flesh parting with ease and distending as he slipped his beak in after it.

Leera curled up tight, tensing her muscles in waves down her form before finally squeezing Ceylon's talons and beak, the pressure nearly forcing him out with a wave of the fluids from her womb. She let out a deep, rumbling moan as she pushed back, her ventral scale sliding over his face and beak.

Ceylon took note of just how malleable she was. Her canal was snug and tender, but as he wiggled his neck and reached out with both talons to get a better grip, he felt her scales spread and the skin stretch like a condom. He pressed his fingers out, making little hand prints in her belly and sides as he wiggled and squirmed, accentuating every motion to further stimulate her. His hind paws dug at the rock for leverage as he swayed his form like a snake, head and neck swishing back and forth with his spine and hips following. The hor flesh that smothered him made him think of his nest, a cozy, comforting warmth.

Her vent parted with ease, the motions and her tail pushing and pulling him in deeper with every movement. Leera got quite excited at the sensations that were coursing through her body, and especially loved how every motion of her mate inside her made a little gryphon-shaped bulge in her belly scales.

With one massive lurch, she squeezed her tail tight into Ceylon, forcing him into her with a powerful lurch. Her body rippled with the passing of his torso and wings, leaving only his legs and tail sticking out. She gave him another probing at his rump before pulling her tail out of him, leaving him gaping and hollow.

His body shifted inside her as he slid his talon down over his belly to push out from her lips to grab at his member again, aiming it in the cloaca alongside him, but up into her anal opening, slipping it into her ass before she squeezed her muscles to suck the rest of him into her, only the last meter or so of his tail poking out.

"Next time you'll come with me." She giggled at him with a wide grin. She straightened her body out and squeezed the bulge in her midsection before disappearing into the woods.