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Saralen ruffled his heavy grey and white feathers with an annoyed clack of his beak as he tasted the first edge of magic on the air. It wasn't much, at least, not yet, just a tinge of it as the energies were disturbed and he gave his large beak a shake before heaving up from his warmed sun rock and abandoned the post near the water. The gryphon's mood was tinged with annoyance that was growing with the spell being worked, making him want to rip furrows through the ground with his talons, but he withheld the urge as best that he could. It wouldn't do any good except to muck up his claws and then he would have to spend time washing off his talons in the water and go back within range of the spell that was starting to be spun. And the very last thing he wanted to feel washing against his shields was a mating spell.

The scout flicked his wings along his back, crossing the long primaries over each other while he made a point to turn his beak directly towards the outpost headquarters. Barosha and Gyralen wouldn't be back any time soon, not when they were getting ready to take their mating flight together, which would leave him with Qirrl and Springfeather for his companions. It wouldn't have been so annoying if there had been a lithe female awaiting him to share a heated evening together under the intense emotional runoff that came from the mated pair, but his only company was a neuter [i]kyree[/i] and his human trondi'irn. He snorted to himself and flattened his crest feathers back as he stifled his annoyance and tried to think on the brighter side of things, such as the pleasure he felt that the pair about to go aloft had finally decided to solidify their relationship.

[i]It's certainly not that I wish I were there with Barosha.[/i] He thought firmly, and gave a subtle shiver at the idea of trying to court the rather strong willed female. [i]It's only that I would rather not spend a perfectly lovely evening on my own.[/i]

Barosha and Gyralen had been his mentors ever since they had come to this remote outpost with his partner Qirrl and his trondi'irn. They knew everything there was to know about the area and had insisted that they remain for several weeks after he had first arrived as their relief.

He had learned about the best hunting areas, the old ruins that needed a human with clever hands to unearth them, and they had even outlined the weather. He had known both of them from his early days and admired Gyralen a great deal. The male was a sharp witted creature and a powerful flyer, constantly setting new records that many boasted might one day rival the great Skandranon's. He was well matched with his mate and he was happy for them, but he would have been happier if his partner had been another gryphon. Preferrably a female.

Both of them had told him that they planned on having a mating flight above the outpost, especially because they had enjoyed their time here. It was where they had fallen in love, a romantic sentiment, but one that left him feeling the press of the sexually charged magic. If they had simply decided to have a simple romp together he wouldn't have cared, they had done it countless times in the past week, but the fertility magic that quickened them was another matter entirely. He tightened his shields and tried to ignore the thrum of it pressing against him as he picked up his pace and saw the edge of the outpost ahead of him. Qirrl was sprawled out sleeping on the front steps, the calf sized wolf-like [i]kyree[/i] wasn't even twitching an ear at the magic, but why would he? Neuters were devoid of desire.

[i]I don't envy him, but it would be nice.[/i] He clicked his beak sharply and sighed to himself, giving his feathers another shake. [i]Stupid bird, stop feeling sorry for yourself.[/i]

The next six months he would be here on his own, he wasn't feeling sorry for himself. He was simply distraught that he finally realized that there would be no female company here. White Gryphon was days away by flight and the only time he would be able to even get a glimpse of female companionship was when the Gate opened for supplies. There was no way a mage would open a Gate twice in one day simply to slake his desire. He hadn't thought six month seemed that long a time to be out on his own with a genial [i]kyree[/i] and a clever human, but now it was stretching on endlessly. The magic hit him again, making him suck in a breath as it began to work itself higher, putting pressure on his shields. He locked himself down and sternly tried to get his body in control.

"You look as if you have a sour crop." Springfeather called out to him as he padded through the outpost with an eye to the aerie that had been set up for him.

"It isss nothing." He trilled, clacking his beak together a few times. "I am ssssimply out of sssorrrtsss. [i]They[/i] arrrre getting worrrrked up."

His trondi'irn gave a slight grimace and smile in sympathy while he nosed the door open, stepping into the modified cave that served as the aerie. It was very like his home in White Gryphon, except that the back wall opened up into a small cliff face that rested above the river.

The sun streamed in brightly as he gave his tail a few lashes and refolded his wings. He could have taken a flight to clear his head, but from the feel of the spell building, he knew that the pair would be setting to wing soon and he really didn't need to be aloft when they started dancing. He would only feel as if he were spying. So he dropped down onto his stomach with a flop, feeling the cool stone along his undercarriage with a bit of relief as he heard foot steps coming behind him as Springfeather followed.

He had been surprised and elated that she had decided to join him out here, especially since he had been prepared to spend his time without proper hands to help him. She had told him that she had recently left a lover and it hadn't been exactly clean, which meant out here she had time to heal from old hurts and he would move on as well without any further drama. She worked well with him, certainly friendly enough to suit his purposes and since he was the first charge she had had, she was eager to please and learn. Her apprenticeship over, she was ready to make a name for herself. Saralen was happy to help her and was delighted to find out that she was talented with feather painting and grooming. She had already promised to pattern his feathering to match the fall colors coming up.

[i]Not that there is anything wrong with my current feathers.[/i] He thought and gave her a slight look as she came up beside him. [i]She could do with some decorating herself.[/i]

Her dark black hair was shorter than most humans liked to wear it, but the chin length raven black hair did look quite lovely to him. She had braided a few feathers through it and crystals that chimed musically as she padded alongside him. She was dressed in utilitarian colors as she normally did, her only real spot of color came from a sash she wore around her waist. She was like a drab little female song bird, hardly able to compete with the gaudier males. Her face was a study of sympathy as he resisted the urge to swat a pillow out front of his lair. He was being dramatic and he knew it, but the magic was making parts of his body respond, leaking through his shields just enough to cause him to adjust his haunches.

"I wish they had waited until they'd set off for White Gryphon." Springfeather commiserated with him. "I thought I felt something."

"They arrre jussst sssstarrrting." Saralen ground his beak a bit and ruffled his crest feathers lightly, tipping his ear tufts forward as the human moved a hand out to caress the length of his feathers.

"Well, I suppose it's fitting that they do it here, Gyralen said that they never would have found one another if they hadn't been assigned here." She murmured and he sighed out as the fingers duck down into his feathering. "I can always wake up Qirrl and we can go scouting afield."

"Let him ssssleep. He will only teasssse me forrrr alwayssss being in sssseasssson." He closed his eyes as the fingers pushed beneath the outer feathers and began work at the soft skin just beneath them.

He hadn't balked at having her come with him in the least bit, most especially for the clever hands that worked through his plumage and pushed downwards along the nape of his neck.

He relented and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations of the fingers rubbing beneath the soft thick down while she crouched down close to him. Her touch was quite delicate, but just forceful enough that he groaned out and tipped his head to one side. She was smiling a little bit as he tilted his head almost upside down to try and get her fingers pressed in as deep as they could go. She obliged him by working down towards the base of his neck, causing him to rouse his feathers up slightly.

"I can work on your feathering, I have my paints unpacked and I'm pretty sure I know a good coloration." She suggested, leaning in against him so that she could reach him more easily.

"Rrrrr orrrr you can continue that." He rumbled and closed his eyes a bit more, letting himself relax into the scritches. "It isss quite lovely."

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Springfeather twitched her lips in a slight smile, obliging her charge as he rested against her and made sure that she was running down to either side of his neck feathers. Saralen's grey and white feathers trapped the heat beneath them, radiating upwards at what would be a fever for a human. She savored the warmth of him as she settled herself down, watching as his eyes slowly slid shut and his feathering roused up making his beak partially disappear into the soft down.

Some of the tension drained from him as she exerted the smallest amount of energy to coax heat into his muscles as she worked them. It wasn't much, just a bare caress that had his wings relaxing against his back and the soft rumble trill from deep in his throat. He lowered his head towards his forelegs and she could feel the press of his mood lightening under her ministrations.

She had spent a great deal of her early life around gryphons. When she was young, it had been a matter of course that she spent her time in the Nursery with the rest of the Guard's children and her playmates had all been a mixture of species'. It was natural that she had decided she wanted to be a trondi'irn when she grew up, but this was the first time she had been given exclusive care over one of the gryphons. She had spent most of her time helping her mentor and learning the complex anatomy of gryphons. She knew how to heal them and how to care for them, she knew their ailments and what things might upset their sensitive digestion. She could paint feathers and sharpen talons, she could do any number of things for them that they couldn't handle on their own.

[i]Which means I shouldn't be this nervous.[/i] She thought and tried to take comfort in the sweet musky scent of gryphon that came from the roused feathers. [i]I know what I'm doing, but still...[/i]

Saralan was a perfect partner for her, even the Silver Gryphon's commander had commented on it. He was a relatively young drake that was as easy going and genial as any of his kind. He had a wicked sense of humor and had a fondness for books that she had been warned about before they had set out. Most of what he had packed had been books and various scrolls, while his partner Qirrl had laughingly told her that the gryphon had picked the [i]kyree's[/i] mind of every bit of history he could drag away. The goshawk patterned gryphon was as bold and handsome as a jaybird with vibrant eyes that would have been disturbing had it not been for the glint of humor.

Her thoughts shifted as her stomach dropped slightly, her cheeks warmed in a flush as she felt the tell tale caress of magic radiating over the air. It was an unseen ripple that flowed down the line of her back and for a moment made her tense up, her fingers flexing convulsively into the thick neck feathers. She slammed her shields up from where she had lowered them to coax the male into relaxing his muscles. It had been a taste of the raw edge of the fertility spell that was being woven and coming to a crescendo between the two gryphons. She felt the heat rising to her ears as she blocked it out. She'd forgotten how potent the spells could be to more than simply a gryphon in range.

[i]No wonder he's in such a mood.[/i] She thought trying to hide her reaction as Saranel turned his head slightly to glance at her. Maybe he isn't overreacting.

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Saranel shifted his weight, the movement adjusting a little bit as he felt the tip of his cock starting to slip open from the smooth lightly feathered vent that ran between his haunches. He couldn't stop it from happening anymore than he could entirely ignore the flare of magic surrounding the area. His beak parted a little bit as he felt the fingers working through the nape of his neck and the sensitive feathering there. It was an incredibly intimate caress caused a warm shiver to run down the line of his back as he parted his eye when the fingers flexed down a little too tightly for comfort. The effects of the spell must have been reaching the trondi'irn given the fact that she briefly looked stunned.

In the light of his lair she looked rather appealing for all that she was human. The light made her features more angular, not truly raptorial, but just sharp enough to make him take notice as she belatedly worked her fingers again. Her long hair framed her face like two raven wings, curling down towards the line of her chin, her blue eyes slightly unfocused. If she had been a female his life would have been perfect. She was certainly friendly enough that he had no doubt that if she boasted wings they would have been surging up into the sky together with little waiting. She would be something light, perhaps a gyrfalcon, something swift enough to be a challenge.

The male found himself seeing her as another female, toying with what her feathering might look like or the soft edge of her head. His body responded to his thoughts readily as he debated about how she might approach him if she had been a female. His curved shaft slipped out of it's opening, pushing outwards further by the moment and the sweet scent of his musk began to grow stronger as he shifted his weight back and forth subtly. Her fingers slipped upwards and ran along his ear tufts and he rumbled a low purr of pleasure, wishing those fingers had been the hard edge of a beak nibbling against him. His forepaws flexed against the ground, thoughtlessly raking markings onto the floor of home.

[i]If she were a female, oh what a lovely six months it would be.[/i] He clicked his beak a little as she moved down to the nape of his neck again, the fingers squeezed at just the right angle that his eyes glazed slightly. [i]Though, her hands are quite clever...[/i]

"Oh that issss lovely." He tilted his head backwards a little, flashing his eyes as she moved.

"Perrrrhapsss you might be interrresssted in a prrrroperrrr grrrooming?"

"Proper grooming?" Springfeather's voice a little roughened, he knew that she must be affected, they were nearly right below the mated pair. "So you'd like me to get my dyes?"

"Dyessss?" He widened his eyes in mock confusion and concern, turning his head back slyly.

"What do dyessss have to do with a prrrroperrrr grrrooming?"

"Well... I can get my brushes." She answered and her hand stilled along the nape of his neck.

"Brrrusshesss?" He turned his head all the way around to peer at her. "Did you neverrrr give a rrrreal grrrrooming?"

"Yes.." Her eyes flickered a little uncertainly and he parted his beak in a gryph-grin, lifting his head up higher as he felt another pleasant shiver run down his back. "I've groomed you several times, you know."

"Ahhh but that issss a sssssimple grrrrooming, not the morrrre intimate sssstyle." Salaren adjusted his hips again, feeling the warmth spreading along his haunches, watching as she blinked in a bit of confusion. "Afterrrr all, ssssurrrrely with magic in the airrrr a prrrroperrrr grrrrrooming might be enjoyable forrrr usssss both?"

She was not a slow person, he knew that, her eyes suddenly widened a little and there was a flush that turned her cheeks a deep red as understanding of what he was asking dawned on her. He kept his look as casual as possible as she stammered something, it wasn't quite intelligible, but it wasn't an outright refusal. He ruffled up his neck feathers as he shifted his weight so that he was fixated on her as the redness travelled down the curve of her neck. He was always delighted at how humans blushed, it was much more than a slight hint of color, it was a vibrant show of her thoughts. He felt the magic swirling around him, a throb that made his heart naturally beat faster while she moved her hands away and finally seemed to collect herself.

"You mean, ahh... not just brushing or oiling your feathers?" She said after a long pause and clicked his beak together lightly.

"Of courrrrssse. It issss conssssiderrrr a grrreat meassssurrre of trrrussst." He answered with a sly smile on his beak. "I am sssurrrprrrisssed you have neverrrr been apprrrroached beforrrre!

You arrre a ssssingularrrrly sssstrrrriking human!"

"Thank you." Springfeather answered, her cheeks still a deep red while he heaved himself up into a sitting position. "But... I mean... You're a gryphon!"

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Springfeather felt the heat pounding in her cheeks from a mixture of the em barrassment and the caress of the magic curling around her shields. She felt stunned at the suggestion Saralen was making, and a bit slow as she puzzled through exactly what he meant. It wasn't that she was shocked at the flirtatious attitude of the male, most of the gryphons were overtly sexual creatures and flirting came as easy as breathing. No, it was the fact that there was a serious edge to his suggestion, for all the world as if it were a normal thing. When he stood up slowly she caught the rich sweet scent of him on the air, slightly stronger as he regarded her with the large red eyes. The way he stood up made her realize that he was quite shamelessly flashing parts of his undercarriage that she otherwise wouldn't have been looking at.

His under feathering was a pale soft dove grey mixed with white, creating a pale backdrop for the deep red length to be shown off as a few inches jutted out from the parted vent. Gryphon's didn't have external testes, one of the many reasons they required a spell to ensure their fertility. Their body heat was too high to create viable sperm so some of the magic of the mating spell was to cool the male's core temperature. It also meant that the smooth aerodynamic underside created a backdrop that showed off the glistening tip that was emerging. There was no hiding it and her eyes were naturally drawn to look at him as he casually spread his haunches to display himself.

"Sssso?" He responded to her protest. "Therrrre arrre wayssss, afterrrr all, werrre you not trrrrained to be inventive?"

"W-well yes." She stammered, and she felt a surge of the magic sliding over her, making her stomach tighten.

"Then we ssshall be inventive." Saralen tilted his head, his brilliant red eyes were faintly unfocused with his desire, desire that was rapidly showing beneath his belly. "I ssshould be happy to help educate you if you arrre willing."

The last few words came a bit deeper, his voice was a low rumble that made the feathers shiver as he leaned in and came in closer. The sweet scent was filling her senses. She had always loved it, it was a mixture of spice and sweetness that was almost intoxicating and it was stronger now.

It wasn't just the natural scent of the gryphon, but the alluring mixture that was rising from the lustful state into something that worked with the edge of the spell that flustered her. The distraction kept her from building up the defenses she normally would have put in place to block it out. She didn't know what to say to him, the suggestion wasn't something she had been prepared for and he made no hint that he was teasing her with the suggestion. The seriousness of his flirting was plain to see in the stance he took and none of her training prepared her for how to deal with it.

Certainly Redfire would have warned her about this if it were a common thing. Her mentor had been around gryphons all his life and he had plainly told her what to expect with her new role.

She had helped her care for minor ailments all the way to a gryphon who had had his guts nearly hanging out after a mage-born creature had attacked. She knew that she was ready for this, but now she was watching as Saralen seemed almost baffled that she was leaning back on her knees instead of approaching him. His crest feathers roused and he leaned in closer, bringing with him the heat of his body, her eyes swept down towards the twitching length that was rubbing along the line of the lower belly. It was growing larger, thicker, showing the impressive swell of the base growing larger as it pushed free and the blood gorged the weighty length.

"Redfire never taught me anything about that.." She finally admitted as she moved a hand out, smoothing her hand down the broad feathered neck and shoulders. The touch sent an electric thrill through her as the large male rumble his approval and leaned into her hand. "He would have told me and taught me, wouldn't he?"

"He isss a male and olderrrr, issss he not?" Saralen offered logically and slid his beak along her upper arm until he closed his beak over her shoulder and let out a bone shaking purr. "You arrre female and lovely and young, arrrre not humansss embarrrassssed easssily by sssuch things?"

[i]He would know...wouldn't he?[/i] She thought and then shivered as the large foreclaw reached up to slide along her hip and drew her in closer. [i]Or would he? It wouldn't be the first case that one gender hid something from the other. I'm sure female gryphons aren't so... bold in their attentions.[/i]

Her thoughts muddied as the hold on her shoulder squeezed, pulling her forward so that Springfeather had to move her hands out to sink into the chest feathers as the gryphon pulled him in close. The warm breath puffed against her shoulder and downwards as her fingers curled into the thick underfeathers. She could almost feel the interest coming from him as the beak flexed firmly against her shoulder and then released to rub the smooth edge against her neck. The warmth of his body was intimately close, it was radiating from him slid over her as he kept his foreclaw curled along her hip and gave a flex and caress. It wasn't just a simple friendly caress and that made her shiver, her body feeling flushed and warmed as the spell began to beat harder against her shields. It was happening quickly, and it was clear that Saralen wasn't joking with her or idly flirting, he was obviously working himself up into mating prime with her in his sights.

She was out of her depths for the first time since she'd left her mentor. She knew all about the randiness of gryphons and how freely they spread their affections among themselves, but she had never thought about this. Was it so far fetched that their attentions spread to other species'?

He certainly seemed to know what he was doing as his curled toes kept his talons from pricking her as he caressed the feel of silk and leather against the line of her back, making her breathing come a bit faster. The warm erotic scent and feel of the feathers stroking against her body worked against her as she plunged her fingers to caress the hot soft skin beneath the down, rubbing firmly and sidling in closer despite her confused thoughts. It was oh so easy to succumb to the confident touch of the gryphon on her body.

"Herrre, I will help." He said as he rubbed his beak up to slide through her hair lightly before stepping back.

"Ahh.." She started to say something, but the words stopped as he dropped down easily onto his side and tilted his head up at her.

He was shameless as he rolled, spreading himself out and stretching his full length so that he displayed himself with the full swollen length curled along his stomach. His breathing was coming faster, she saw his chest rising and falling while she looked down him and stared at the quivering twitching tip. The precum was welling up and glossing the tip, the curve and arch of the spire glassy smooth and far larger than any human man. The pose should have been laughable with him on his back like a cat sunning his stomach, but it wasn't laughable. It made her feel a flash of hot desire that she had never experienced when thinking about a male of another species. His head tilted down invitingly and she found herself drawn toward him naturally. She shifted closer, sliding a hand along his chest with a caress that caused him to release an approving trill.

Springfeather felt a pleasant shiver run down the line of her back as she slid her fingers through the thick chest feathers as she came closer. He welcomed her with a parting of his beak and reached out to smooth the hard edge down the line of her back. He used the wickedly hooked beak right against the underside of her shirt as she came in quite close, sliding her fingers down to where the feathering grew softer and more like fur beneath her finger tips. The talons curled against her lightly as he crooned out his encouragement and she felt the world suddenly shake around her. The spell had to have been finally finished, she could feel the sexually charged energy so strongly that she felt as if she could cut through it with a touch. The rich mixture of male and gryphon filled her nose and thoughts as she watched his curved length flexing against his belly.

The little leap in her throat allowed her to taste her own heartbeat as the embarrassment was washed away in the light touch of the gryphon's mind and emotions upon her own. They were as honest and expressive in those emotions as they were in all else, and she felt his desire like a great weight on her. It fed her own as she moved her hands down and swept against his stomach while his forelegs closed around her and drew her in close. He was clever with them, not moving so quickly as the startle her, but she was drawn in tight to him as she was neatly presented with his full quivering length. The wetness trailed and caught on his feathers, darkening them until they matted down flat against his skin. The delightful run of his foreclaws against her body kept her roused as she slid her fingers down to briefly touch the tip of his length.

"Oh yessssss..." He nipped her hip lightly at the touch, encouraging her with an eagerness that made her slide her fingers down with a little more confidence. "That issss perrrrfect."

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Saralen shivered at the light touch of fingers wrapping around his shaft, closing around it with just enough pressure that he crooned his approval. He let his shielding relax, reaching out to her to share his rousing passion with her as she allowed him to draw her in against his body. She was quite lovely, her reaction to him flattering as he moved his toes to curl along her covering. Humans wore such articles constantly which allowed them to show a range of various colors, one of the few things he was quite envious of as a rule. He would have loved to change his feathering for different days and moods, but for now it was an irriation as he wanted more from her. He carefully used his toe talons to hook into the band of her pants and drew it downwards as fingers clasped around the tip of his glistening girth and slid downwards. He rolled his hips forward, feeling the way that they danced against him delicately, slipping further down towards the hefy spread of her base. The fingers caressed delicately, giving a gentle contraction and pulled them upwards that had him arching his hips forward, feeling the slippery precum smearing over her fingers.

He dragged against her pants, using the agile toes to move and shift them down lower as Springfeather let out a soft noise. It was a delightful whimper that was very unlike the noises that another gryphon would make and that only caused him a surge of desire for those differences. He knew that the pair above them had to be aloft, he could feel the magic beating around him and he simply embraced those desires while he pulled her pants downward to reveal the sweep of her vulnerable tanned skin. He rubbed his beak against her bared rump while her fingers danced down to where his internal testes rested, massaging them so that he gave a trembling roll and roused his feathers. She didn't stop him as he pulled his pants downwards, his foreclaws flexing until she arched and wriggled in a particular shift, helping to slide them down her legs with a gasp.

"Goddess..." She gasped and let him drag the pants from her entirely, rubbing the beak against the smooth plump rump cheeks.

Saralen was quite delighted with the feel of the smooth skin against him, his hind legs spread open wider as he rolled his hips forward against his trondi'irn. She was caressing him with a delicate run of the fingers that moved to grasp around his base. The kneading squeeze made his length begin to twitch slightly as he curled one of his large foreclaws in along her inner thighs and spread her legs slightly. She was so exotically different from another gryphon, her soft pink mound was bared easily between her legs he nosed his beak between them with a little trill of interest. The glistening wetness could be seen, her scent earthier than her own and made him explore with a light press forward that rubbed the rounded curve of his beak just beneath her mound.

The wetness coated against the hard bill and he deliberately used the broad topside of his beak to grind up along her plump folds. His heart reached that pattern that was oh so familiar when he was in the throws of desire. Normally it was that leap in his chest that sent him aloft chasing some lithe lovely female, but this time he remained grounded and concentrated on the sleek featherless partner that arched with a short cry. He felt a breath against the tip of his cock, the heat spreading over the edges as she moved in closer between his hind legs. He wished he could simply enjoy her the way he would any female, but she was so much smaller than him that he contained the urge to talk her into straddling his lower belly, instead he began to explore her, curling one of his toes so that the knuckle could be used to give a delicate caress. While not perfect, it was oh so sweet.

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Springfeather was caught between embarrassment and pleasure, both sensations building as she cupped the twitching length in her fingers. She had never been so intimate with a gryphon, though she had more than once seen them sporting rather obvious signs of arousal. He was feverishly hot to the touch, the smooth silken flesh glistening wetly from the natural lubricants of his vent. She danced her touch downwards with a massage designed to stimulate him while she had felt her pants being pulled off. Her internal arguments about why she should think better of this were lost in the surge of pleasure that came from his beak caressing her. She spread her legs open a bit wider and shifted, her head leaning forward towards the sweep of the tapered tip, watching a large droplet of precum well up and drool over the edges. She didn't think as her tongue slipped out, she simply scooped it up with a shiver that ran down her back.

One of the foreclaws rested right against her rump, flexing down with a careful tease of the pads against her while the talons remained withdrawn so as not to hurt her. His beak rubbed right against her outer lips, sweeping back and forth so that her outer lips were spread open and she felt him gliding right along her plump clit. She muffled a short noise while she licked out again, sweeping just under the line of the shaft with a little caress that slipped down lower. Her fingers couldn't close entirely around the base, he was too thick, but the tip was tapered and she was able to slip her lips over him. The sweet taste of the precum clugn to her senses as she closed her lips around him and felt his hips pumping upwards in answer. She knew the strength in those hindquarters, but he was tempering it to slowly and carefully push the length in deeper.

It spread her lips open steadily, making her flex her tongue under him as she felt the curl of one knuckle push up just between her mound and grind forward. He cause her clit and rubbed against her, causing her hips to jerk in place before she pushed her way backwards against him. She was slick and wet, the arousal clung along the line of the touch as she pushed her lips downwards over the glans and pushed further. The feverish heat was rubbing against her, pushing along the roof of her mouth as she muffled a low groan and pushed her hips up higher. Her stomach was being tickled over with the thick feathering, teasing her while she let out a muffled sound as the knuckle curled again and rubbed her deliberately, the fine scaling of the digit created all new sensations that had her heart beating in her ears. She pushed his lips down further, swallowing along the glistening length that twitched slightly, the throbbing press flushed out another eruption of precum.

It was sweet and viscous, clinging to her taste buds as she swallowed her way down further, feeling the tip slipping back into her mouth. Some part of her wondered at what she was doing, this certainly wasn't the sort of thing that she had expected to do caring for the gryphon. She still wasn't entirely positive that this fell within the venue of her care, but she found thoughts against it were harder to puzzle out. Her body was on fire with desire, the need of it building as she felt the way Saralen teased her. He didn't have fingers or an agile tongue, but he caressed with his knuckle at just the right angle that her hips were pushed up, her wetness glazing over him before she tipped her head too far down. The tip prodded the back of her throat as the thicker base strained her maw open wider. Her breathing came in short bursts, pushing her way down until the tip actually pushed right through to her throat.

His free foreclaw curled along her back, holding her tight as his hips gave another shuddering roll forward, probing deeper, making her work harder to feel the weight of him. Her slick saliva worked down over him, coating in strands before she pulled backwards, withdrawing with a smooth caress that caused him to hiss out a sound of pleasure. She felt the heat of his breath against her as he crooned out and shivered, his hips giving another thrust, rolling back and forth before she started to pull back again. His groan rang in her ears before she rocked back against his fisted foreclaw, grinding herself upon him with a shudder. She could feel his pleasure, it was sweeping over his mind, generously shared as she worked all the way back until just her tongue was lapping against the cock tip.

She pushed forward again, sliding her fingers up along the stiff twitching length, feeling the heat spreading over her touch as she lavished attention with her tongue tip. She danced back and forth, her heart pounding in her ears as she lost her doubt and sense of shame. The gryphon had always been a source of delight to her, the feel and scent, the sounds and presence, but now it was taken to new places. She rocked back and felt him responding to the echoes of her pleasure by using the curve of his knuckle to run back and forth along her clit. She was growing slicker by the moment, his rubbing touch keeping her on edge. She pushed her mouth down again, swallowing the stiff girth, feeling her lips straining open around him. She had to work to swallow him down, every shift of the hips worked with her as she worked down to the point that she was barely able to breathe.

She used her tongue to caress him, the delicate touch growing more confident as he responded with pleasure to her. He arched and turned, rolling himself and dragging her with him using his foreclaw. Before Springfeather could stop him, she was rolled onto his chest and stomach, her legs spread to either side of his feathered chest so she faced the length pushing into her maw. She shivered as the soft feathering caressed every intimate part of her loins, causing her breathing to speed up rapidly. She shifted her hips, arching higher before she pushed down and felt the length of the tip pushing further into her throat. The contractions closed down and squeezed, tasting the heat and wetness and the lovely musk of the gryphon was intoxicating and making it difficult to think.

"Rrrrr oh yessss, that issss excatly right." Saralen groaned and rolled his hips up higher, the hind legs were splayed open wider, displaying himself until her hands slipped down, tracing the slight bulges of his hidden testicles.

He was shaking beneath her and she felt a surge of magic over her. It was a mixture of shared pleasure ripping through her with the spell, it made every touch all the more erotic. Her skin felt flushed and swollen while she pushed her lips down further, stretching her lips open wide as she neared his base. She couldn't take him all, he was too large, too long, the strange curve that ran over his length dipped far down along her throat before she pulled back with a gasp. Her hips gave a buck, rolling forward wildly before she paused again. Her eyes squeezed shut, riding out the moment of pleasure that surged over her, building on it as the gryphon taunted and teased her. His beak lightly nipped her rump, not hard enough to be painful, but just another sensation running through her as she gave a push backwards.

The trondi'irn felt an urge that she didn't examine too closely, a sudden desire to turn on his chest and push herself back onto the smooth glistening length. She drew her lips backwards, only a few inches before she closed down again. The roll of the knuckles caused her to jump in place, pushing backwards with a powerful roll of her hips. The trembling movement started to build up as she squeezed her eyes shut. She fell into the sensation of heat and fire, the shared pleasure of the drake who's shaft began to thicken. The curve of the cock became more pronounced inside of her mouth. It was designed to hold him inside of the female while they were on the wing and mating, and now all she could think about was how lovely it would feel pushed inside of her. It was a thought that the gryphon shared with her, his own desire to give her just that sensation.

Springfeather let out a muffled cry as she pushed down, his hips crested up to meet her as the toes closed down against the line of her back and held her firm. The press between her legs was enough to make her hips hold still, hiking upwards, shuddering before the first hot rush erupted inside of her maw. The stream of seed was feverishly hot, pouring onto her tongue and flushing inwards. It was far thicker than anything she had ever tasted from another human, it was coating her taste buds with the salty sweet taste and left her working her mouth around him. Every contraction of her tongue suckled the length into her maw, the ropes flinging in deeply while the haunches shuddered and rocked against her. He didn't jam the length into the back of her throat, he rolled himself in and out while trilling out a sound of pleasure beneath her. She felt his stomach muscles bunching and relaxing, shaking slightly as she swallowed down a breath.

She pulled her lips back, dragging them free with a wet sound that made her cheeks flush red. Her entire body was shaking slightly, her breathing came a bit faster as she licked her lips and gulped down a breath. The tip was drooling out messily on the feathers as she felt Saralen go limp under her, his chest rising and falling rapidly with pleasure while the paw pressed against the small of her back. She could feel him purring, the heat of his body radiated against her while his beak rested right along the bare curve of her ass. The flush wouldn't leave her face as she licked her lips and tasted the mixture of wetness clinging to her lips.

"Well... was that a proper grooming?" She managed to ask, her voice shaking slightly as the paw flexed along the curve of her back, resting against her shoulders.

"Oh yessss." Saralen answered, his voice vibrating beneath her as his spent cock softened and drew back along the finely feathered sheath. "I am sssurrre that you will be an apt pupile in grrrooming. Thissss issss only the firrrssst lessson afterrr all."

"First lesson?" She lifted her head, flustered as she glanced back to see his beak parted open in a cocky gryph-grin.

"Of courrrssse, I did not rrrreturrrn yourrrr favorrrr. And I sssshould be happy to pay my debtssss, once I am ssssurrrre it will be only pleassssurrrre forrrr you." He winked broadly and she felt dizzy as her ears reddened. "Forrr now, I am too much of a challenge to trrreat you asss a prrroperrr hen, but ssssoon..."

[i]Oh bright Goddess... He's talking about...[/i] Springfeather's thoughts ground to a halt somewhere between mortified embarrassment and interest. She wondered, what would that delightful curve feel like pushed inside of her?

[center][b]Part 2[/b][/center]

The hot spring was just what Springfeather needed to try and work out the knots along her shoulders, sinking all the way down until her chin was nearly touching the mineral rich water. The trondi'irn forced her tensed muscles up into relaxing, her breathing came out in a slight burst as she spread her hands under the water and faintly listened to the sound of the jungle beyond their outpost. Most of the sounds of birdlife were starting to die down thanks to the setting sun, but it wouldn't take long until the nightlife began to sound off and they'd be nearly deafened by it. Qirrl would be out most of the night doing his own patrol, but the [i]kyree[/i] never minded late hours when compared to the gryphon. Saralen had keen eyes, but at night he suffered from the same blindness that she did, hardly keen enough to see any potential trouble. It was the only time of day that they were both left alone in the outpost with relative privacy.

The human pulled her hair up along the nape of her neck, pulling it out of her eyes as she tried her best to ignore the urge to glance around to see if the gryphon was still sprawled out where he had been earlier. Her eyes were drawn to him, it wasn't something she was able to control as their relationships had begun to change their perception of one another. Saralen was quite happy to be groomed by her, not always seeking more intimate attention, but more often than not he showed every hint of arousal. The trondi'irn lacked the ability to ask anyone about how right it was that she attend him that way, but he seemed to enjoy it and she could admit to herself that she rather enjoyed him as well. He was cheerfully lustful with his attention to her, never really pushy, but he was commanding in his own way.

[i]He's too damn smug for his own good.[/i] She thought with a little twinge of embarrassment as she found him still sleeping in front of the magefire. [i]I wonder how many hens he's managed to seduce the same way.[/i]

She didn't feel jealous of them, not even the faintest twinge, instead she shifted her weight in the deep tub and ran her fingers along her stomach lightly. She was relatively certain that Qirrl was aware of their games and the neuter [i]kyree[/i] simply didn't care, though she was careful to keep things more impersonal when they were all together. Even Saralen kept things quiet, but the moment he had a chance he would touch her someway or make a comment that brought the heat to her cheeks. She knew the taste of him, the sweet mixture on her tongue that made her body run hot and thinking of him with other females made her mind linger on visions of him inside of a female. His body heat was feverish compared to hers that she was entranced with what it would feel like to have him driven inside of her, though she was relatively certain that he wouldn't be able to fit without damaging her. He was the size of a horse, and proportionately large in other areas as well.

She slid her fingers along her lower stomach, her fingers spread open with a slight trail that ran to either side and delicately dipped against her stomach. The gentle touches traced her navel and she slid her legs open beneath the water to feel the kiss of heat running against her soft mound. Her eyes remained on the sleeping drake, hearing the faint whistling snore that meant he was well and truly down after his long flight. He wouldn't wake up, not even with the sound of movement in the room, which only seemed to urge her to do more than simply soak away her aches and pains. Her eyes trailed over the furred and feathered haunches thoughtfully as her fingers drifted lower, her gaze unfocusing as she ran her touch lightly just over her outer lips and gave a smooth stroke. The delicate touch sent a shiver down her back, making Springfeather bite her lower lip as her mind's eye was quite deft at bringing up the vision of the gryphon in full arousal. The way that the glass smooth shaft felt as it grew heavier, what it might feel like sliding against her.

[i]He won't wake up, and at least here he won't stride into my room and take a sniff before giving me that look.[/i] She thought and tipped her head back on the rim of the hot tub before her fingers curled just between her folds.

She traced her finger tip along the swell of her clit, the puffy bud making her squirm briefly before she put a little more force behind her swirling circles. The movements teased her, making her internal muscles flex around nothing as she parted her legs so that one of her feet could brace against the bench opposite her. Her cheeks began to darken as she pumped gently, pushing forward and then drawing back again, letting herself experience the tense pleasure as her body responded. The lightest touch worked, circling around the outer edges of her clit before running towards the sensitive peak, it caused her to arch herself and push down harder as she circled, her breathing starting to come quicker as she moved her other hand down beneath the lapping water.

She was wet, there was no mistaking the slippery feel of arousal catching on her fingers, but the mineral water worked against her. As she rubbed herself and lightly curled her other fingers in along her passage the water washed away that sleek texture. She knew how to touch herself well enough that it didn't hurt or really stop her as her first finger edged into her passage and felt her walls starting to spread open. She could feel the little twinges and spasms reacting to her as she imagined Saralen looming above her, his hips pushing forward to impale her on his own shaft. Springfeather kept her eyes shut, lips parted open wide with short panting breaths as she built that image up in her own mind. She knew the feel of his feathers, the musky spice of his scent, they were aphrodisiacs after the play they'd had and now it helped that he was sleeping barely ten feet away from her. She balled her fingers up and bit her lower lip before pushing her finger in deeper.

The girl began to roll her hips gently, the pumping movements rippling over her as she worked to sink her fingers in deeper, but it was the touch on her clit that kept her worked up. The sensitive bundle of nerves reacted to the strokes with delightful tense shivers. Her body squirmed in place, shaking slightly, her eyes just barely opening as she muffled a soft noise. She worked her fingers in circles, putting enough pressure down that she was treading the line between just enough sensation and too much. She began to work a second finger into her body, spreading her wider, stretching and opening up to strain the silken passage to the widest point before pulling out again. Her own arousal kept building up and being washed away, her fingers forcing the heat of the water inside of her. That additional spark of heat became the feel of Saralen's cock sinking into her, the way that he would be far warmer inside of her than any human male. She curled her toes and arched higher for a brief moment before dropping down with a roughened groan.

It was too loud, she knew it was, but that brief worry was flung away when she pushed her fingers back in to the knuckles. Her walls were struggling around her as she curled her finger tips and began to pump back and forth. The water was sloshing back and forth with the small movements, too high to stop it from escaping as she pushed her way upwards so her shoulders were soon in the chilled air. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, getting herself into her own fantasy, spinning it together wildly until it felt real. She could feel his body above her, his beak against her shoulder as he crooned down while each thrust wedged him in further. In fantasy, he wasn't too big for her, she was able to take him inside of her until the feathered vent was kissed against her bare outer lips. She was thrusting into-

“That lookssss enjoyable." Saralen's voice was interested, amused and aroused all at once, breaking through the fantasy that Springfeather had been indulging in as quickly as cold water might have been. “Lucky forrr you that you do not have talonsss, yesss?"

“Saralen!" Springfeather yipped out and heat suffused her cheeks, her ears, she felt her heart pounding in her ears as she nearly jumped out of the water.

The gryphon had been sleeping comfortably on his pile of pillows, she hadn't heard him wake up or get up, but he was no longer so distant from her. He stood just a few feet away from the ground level hot spring and was watching her with brilliant gold eyes and his crest feathers roused up with interest. She hadn't met a single gryphon with shame, they were all quite gleefully sexual in front of each other as well as other species', so he didn't even look abashed when she tried to cover herself. Instead, he shifted his haunches to make sure that she was given a clear view of just how much he had been enjoying the show she had been mistakenly putting on for him. If she could have gone under water and stayed there, she would have, as it was, she tried to ignore the sharp eyes fixating on her and the gaping gryph grin angled at her.

The grey and white feathers gave him a handsome appearance, especially when combined with the fact he had his wings partially spread open to show himself off. The powerful body moved forward just a step, but he made sure that he was drawing her eyes towards the smooth glistening length jutting out from beneath the curve of his stomach. She didn't need that much motivation to let her eyes linger lower on his body, he invited it with the way he moved and his eyes began to brighten when noticed her flush. He was testing the air which, thankfully, only smelled like the mineral water and her his own alluring musk, but he didn't need scene to get him in the mood for something more. He was as virile as any young male, which was flattering in its own way, but being caught fingers deep inside of herself while imagining him vigorously mounting her didn't do much for her own libido. Not when she wasn't sure how long he had been watching her play.

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Saralen was rather put off that his trondi'irn was in the hot spring soaking instead of above ground, the scent of her was masked despite the fact her heavy breathing and the way that she held herself showed that she'd been going at it for a decent amount of time. She was embarrassed, that much he could see, though he could hardly understand why she should be embarrassed. It was a natural enough act and he would have been happy to help her continue on if she hadn't been sopping wet. He would do quite a bit in order to mutually share some pleasure, but he refused to get into a hot spring that would so soak his feathers that he would be damp for days in the muggy weather of the jungle. The drake gave his head a rough shake at the very idea before he stepped behind the human and deliberately trilled at her, deepening his tone until he saw her shiver in reaction. Her eyes were still dilated, her expression faintly nervous under his close regard.

“Come out of the waterrrr, Sssspringfeatherrr." He tried to make it a request as his shaft gave a slight twitch under him. “I wasss verrrry rrrrude to end yourrrr pleassssurrrrre, I ssshould make it up to you."

He tried to sound modest, which was nearly impossible for a gryphon to manage, but he was quite good at giving a caring expression as she glanced up at him and narrowed her eyes. She knew that he was trying for more, but the question was, was she more embarrassed that he caught her or was she more interested in actually having that particular itch scratched. Sometimes she was amenable, sometimes she was nervous and preferred to pretend it didn't happen. Not that he was able to do much for her besides rubbing and licking at times, he was still able to be more helpful than her own fingers. He held his breath before she let out a snort and laugh, splashing a handful of water up at him before she began to stand up in the hot spring, rivulets of water running down her naked body as she stood up.

“I'm sure that you're offering because it is a great self sacrifice." She said, the teasing edge to her voice delighting him as he took a step back and shook off the water droplets from his beak.

His eyes roved over her greedily. He was starting to appreciate her naked body more and more now that he was intimately exploring it. She wasn't his instinctual idea of beauty, but she had something more than that to her. The lack of feathers left her skin open and sensitive to his touch, her curves were baffling to him, but he could appreciate the way she seemed to enjoy his feathers brushing along her breasts. The water running over her enhanced that beauty for him and his shaft twitched under him, filling out further and growing heavier as it pushed along the line of his stomach. He rumbled, deepening his croon as she stepped out and he made the sacrifice to his feathers of stepping forward to help her. Her wet hand slid through the deep buff grey feathering, feeling the way the finger tips curled through the hard outer feathers and pressed into the underside. The curl downwards made him shiver as she brushed along the sensitive skin beneath and caused him to arch just a touch before he swung his beak out to slide along the swell of one breast teasingly.

She smelled of mineral water, sweet female and a faint tinge of her arousal which made him flick his tail back and forth before folding his wings firmly against his sides. He rolled his eyes up to watch her as he ran his tongue out to one side and gave a little rasp against the tip of one of her stiffened nipples. The trondi'irn shivered and arched higher in the air, standing up on her tiptoes while he puffed out a hot rush of breath over her bare skin. Her hands pushed down along the line of his neck, the fingers squeezing a little bit and massaging with a little flesh and curl. The gentle touches made him lid his eyes and he preened the tip of her nipple, lightly pinching, careful to treat it as delicately as he would a new budding feather.

“Sssso what werrrre you drrrreaming of?" He asked, tipping up his ear tufts a little bit while he lifted a forepaw to curl around the human, drawing her in closer.

“You just want me to stroke your ego." Springfeather accused with a slightly breathy quality to her voice.

“I would like you ssstrrroke otherrr thingssss, but my ego isss alwaysss apprrreciated." He commented, trying to make his voice bland before her fingers reached further into his feathers, finding the sensitive base of his neck.

His growl of pleasure vibrated his throat, causing his entire body to tense up while his nares flushed in delight. He drew her away from the hot pool and flicked his tail faster as he dropped down onto his haunches and pulled her in closer so that he could run his beak down along the edge of the lower belly. He dipped his tongue down further, raking the edges of the beak tip just around her navel as she shivered and arched herself up in the air. The scent of her arousal was growing stronger now that the water couldn't wash it away. He breathed it in, his eyes nearly closing as her hands ran just beneath his wings, tracing where the feathers were the thinnest and made him give his wings a few shakes to resettling them. It was a shame she wasn't a gryphon, if she

were, he curled his toes down against the ground and thrummed, vibrating along her stomach as he did so.

“Beast!" She growled, though her tone was fond as he deliberately gave a push with his beak, chirring low in his throat.

“Sssso you won't tell me what you werrre fantasssizing about?" His eyes glittered playfully as there was a slow press of her fingers that danced down towards the edge of his haunches. She blushed, a delightful rush of color that caused him to fluff up his neck feathers in appreication.

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“You know it was you." Springfeather admitted it, feeling a bit dizzy with a flush as the gryphon padded forward with a curl of his tail tip, rubbing himself along her like an overly large cat.

“What about me?" Saralen persisted, making no attempt to seem modest, deliberately he ran himself along the curve of her hip and his paw curled against her.

“You're as bold as Skandranon himself!" She finally said in exasperation and then shivered as she was drawn in against his side, her eyes sliding down to the erect shaft twitching upwards in reaction.

The sweet musk of gryphon arousal was filling the air, delightfully ric h and alluring. It was the natural enchantment of a gryphon that drew her in. There was no other creature in the world that could nearly hypnotize just by their very presence. It made her relax her guards and give into the warmth of her arousal. She knew that she was growing slick again, the warmth making her stomach tighten slightly as the feathers brushed against her naked body. It was quite like her fantasy, the way the soft down ran against her breasts, her nipples tightening. She slipped backwards and gave a shift backwards before sliding forward again, slipping her hands upwards to ruffle up along the line of the his back feathers, reaching down just beneath him with a run of her fingertips. His hips immediately arch forward, giving a smooth thrust forward and then drew backwards.

“Oh courrrrssse, but you sssstill didn't tell me." He persisted and rolled his hips again, rubbing along her hand as she reached down to just barely cup beneath the swell of his glans.

“I was just thinking of what it might be if we were more….compatible." Springfeather admitted softly and then sucked in a breath as the tail slid along her legs with a light caress that caused her back to arc up.

“Rrrrr wissshing I wasss a human?" He opened his eyes wide, the mobile gryphonic face looked suitably horrified at the idea. “What wassste that would be!"

“Hush!" She gave him a slight elbowing as he lowered himself and gave a tilt of his head, inviting her to stretch out with him. He lifted his wing up as he used the feathers to frame the length of his body with the long primary feathers. “I was just thinking you're not exactly able to fit me the way I'd… well, will you just stop asking questions!" She grew more flustered as his broad beak parted open wider in a grin.

“Too larrrge forrr you, if you'rrrre not willing to be patient." He said throatily and drew his forelegs around her, rolling so that she was sprawled onto the broad feathered chest and stomach. “But I ssssupossse humansss don't learrrn patience, you'rrre alwaysss in ssseassson and too eagerrr to get to the main event."

“As if you're not always in season." She wriggled her hips, rolling back just enough that she felt the smooth slimy spire rubbing along the curve of her ass. “And you're too big, I don't think patience is going to help with that."

“You don't have to take everrry inch." Saralen clacked his beak playfully at her and reached down with his forepaws, cupping right against her bare rump. “Orrr arrre you that grrreedy?"

The press of the forepaws braced against her before the hips rolled upwards, running the line of the thick cock right against the crease of her ass. He was just as large as she remembered him, the tip ran high up along the base of her spine as the base pressed agaisnt her. The strands of precum welled out from him, trailing along her bare skin as he rolled his hips back and forth. The light rippling movements steadily building up speed as she heard a hiss coming from the drake beneath her while she felt her bare mound pressing right against the soft silky belly feathers and fur. The differing sensations worked together to stimulate her, rolling her hips and grinding downwards as Saralen dipped his beak down and playfully pulled at some of her hair, his thrum vibrating the broad chest as she let out a breath.

“Are you proposing I give it a try?" Springfeather arched a brow. “Considering how...vigorously you enjoy my mouth, I'm not sure I wouldn't end up taking more than I could safely manage."

“Asss if I would harrrm my trrrondi'irrrrn!" The drake sounded offended as he gave another little thrust upwards, bouncing her. “I ssshall be asss meek as a herrrtassti, sssimply herrre forrr yourrr pleasssurrre asss you take contrrrol."

“As if you were were ever controlled by anyone." She quipped lightly, her voice rather heavy and roughened before shifting her hips.

The little movements were slow, tracing the line of the stiff smooth shaft right up along the line of her bare folds. It was a gentle caress that left a trail of wetness that gathered right along her outer lips. He was stiff and far hotter than any human, which made him a challenge as she shifted her hips back and forth. The tip began to push upwards, slowly and steadily splaying her lips open wider and wider as she rolled and squirmed in place. The movements were slowly planned, feeling the hardness catch right along her opening before she felt it pushing into her body. That heat spread over her, making her inner walls clamp down suddenly before Saralen groaned out a sound of delight and curled his forepaws right around her body.

She kept her weight lifted up, just barely sinking an inch inside of her while she felt her starting to stretch open wider and wider. It was a pleasant strain that pushed along her aroused passage and smoothed through her body. She wriggled and pushed only another inch before he began to stretch her open. Her puffy walls started to thin down to swallow over the bestial length and she sucked down a breath before letting out a ragged call. It was a shock when it pulsed, the warm wetness trickling into her to help lubricate her passage. He was too large, that was clear as she wriggled and four fat inches drove into her before she bit her lower lip and gave her hips a little rock. She didn't try to pull all the way off, she just stimulated over the first few inches of his tip and the gryphon ground his beak tightly.

“Farrrr tighter than any hen..." He breathed out, his eyes looking dreamily at her as the feathers rippled along his chest.

The next thrust pushed downwards as she felt the walls begin to strain wider, the warning that he was too wide for her making her stop. True to his word, he didn't try to thrust up into her, he was meek and mild beneath her touch, his paws and talons barely brushing her bare ass as she dropped her hips again. The tip stroked inside of her, not bottoming out, there was no way she could fit him that deep, but the inches that worked through her tantalized her. Her inner walls suckled and squeezed, adjusting around him as her cheeks flushed and she slid her fingers through the soft thick feathers of his chest.

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Saralen let out a rough growling noise as Springfeather dropped down against the line of the haunches, pushing the cock tip deeper into the walls. They were stretched open wide, pushing further down along the stiff length of his cock that twitched with eagerness. It wasn't enough, she was barely taking a third of his cock inside of her, but that was obvious that she wasn't prepared to go deeper. He let himself relax, grinding his beak with the walls began to tighten and squeeze, caressing over him with delicate strokes that caused him to shudder and fight to stop himself from bucking up into her depths.

He kept his paws flexing along the bare skin of her rump, enjoying the smooth feel of the skin caressing against him, the gentle feel of her hips rolled back down with a thrust. The little rock plunged downwards and half an inch more slipped into her, stretching wide so that he could feel her weight helping to slide her deeper. Her eyes were squeezed shut, the cheeks flushed hot with color as she rolled her hips with another rippling thrust that made him keenly aware of just how sensitive his body was with her on him. His heart was thundering in his ears while his girth gave another little twitch and quiver, sending out another trickle of precum to flush into her body.

Her legs shifted a bit wider, the movements slipping them wider as he dropped down before the slow pull backwards. The wet strands of arousal clung along the glistening smooth length while the quivering little rocks downwards worked against him. She was so damned tight, it was almost a torment how close she came to the halfway point before lifting up higher in the air. The smooth thrusts started to wriggle a little bit as she worked him along the tender lien of her passage and then let out a little shocked noise when she went too deep. He knew the moment that happened, her lips drew open tight and she froze, shaking a little bit as the stomach began to tighten up slightly.

“You're too big..." Springfeather panted out softly and then lifted her hips upwards once again. “I... feel for the...hens..."

“Well you arrrre not the sssame sssize." Saralen offered to the trondi'irn and the tip worked back in deeper. “But... my tassstesss might change afterrr thisss... Rrrr...that issss perrrrfect..."

He tipped his head back as her fingers slipped with sensuous gentleness to caress along the soft under feathers of his neck and trailed down towards his chest. She was balancing herself as she began to thrust with a little swifter movements, pumping the tip in and out of her body, not going past her comfort level, but it was still delightfully sensitive feeling. His beak gaped wider and he let out a guttural cry as he felt the way the inner walls started to caress and ripple, the smooth movements suckled along the tip as there was a trail of precum that churned with her own juices. The sweet musk of gryphon mingling with the human as she let out another high pitched noise.

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Springfeather had never had a lover like this, the sensual caress of feathers against her body were intimately tickling her bare breasts, her stomach. It was radiating heat against her, urging her on as the shaft drove into her time and time again. The tip drove in deep as the thickest point of the base stretched her open to the point that it was almost too much. She was letting out guttural noises of pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut as she felt the desire rolling through her stomach as there was a series of small pulses and quivers. Her body felt as if it were on fire, the need rolling up deeper by the moment and her fingers slipped along the thick feathers of the chest.

His stomach arched higher up in the air, the little movements worked the feathers along the line of her stomach and she pushed a bit too far down. She felt her lips straining wider as she felt the slippery precum working into her own messy arousal, churning together, lubricating her. The wet trail pushed outwards, she heard it and she muffled a cry as the forepaws curled along her back. The talons were just barely touching her, a light caress that stroked backwards and then she was giving a startled arch her belly. Her stomach muscles worked, tensing and relaxing as she began to work faster against him and she felt the feathered hind legs spreading a bit wider to help brace her.

He was too large, strange feeling, stimulating parts of her that she'd never had a human do this to her, helping keep her on edge as she felt her orgasm starting to build. Her movements became swifter, rocking against him as the drake gaped his beak open wide with a low throated cry. The sound was wild sounding as he shifted his hip just a touch, not enough to really break his promise, but it was enough to stimulate as the tip pushed in deeper inside of her. The steady movements drove inwards and then he pushed down, just barely sinking a few more inches into her passage.

There was more pressure, the tip was sinking itself into her passage while the tip barely brushed her cervix. It was too much, too large, the movement tugged right along her clit and ran along her g-spot. Her back tensed up while she let out a sudden breathy noise as the drake shuddered beneath her. His body stretched out and he felt the tension filling him as she began to move her hips in short shallow bucks. His tip was slipping and caressing, churning the fluids inside of her as she started to lose herself into the moment. Her eyes became unfocused, Springfeather found herself balancing in the rush of pleasure that poured through her, making her dizzy as she pushed downwards.

She was almost dropping herself down too far, nearly to the point that she was letting him push too deep inside of her. He was growing thicker, growing heavier and swelling as there was a twitch and quiver, the tip dribbling out a trail of thicker precum as he arched himself upwards. He did it slowly, not trying to drive himself too deep, but he didn't seem able to stop himself as Saralen gaped his beak open wide. She was lost, the throbbing moment rolling in waves over her before the thickening cock began to twitch upwards. The sudden pulses stimulated her, kept her on edge so that there was a sudden surge of heat that poured into her body. It was hot and thick, heavy cum was pouring out into her body as she felt the exposed length swelling and working to flood her.

It was a useless exercise to pour that rich virile seed inside of her, but it mattered little as the gryphon flexed his paws against her back. He threw his head back in delight as he rolled his hips in smooth strokes, pumping and caressing, working through her body with powerful movements. There were little drags backwards against the line of the g-spot as her hips gave a smooth caress. The small tremors that ran through her were almost too much as she panted and shuddered. She couldn't drop her weight down on him, not unless she wanted to feel herself impaled too far onto his spire, but her body went lax with the aftermath of pleasure.

“Rrrr that wassss glorrrrioussss." Saralen purred out, his rumbling voice vibrating against her chest. “You would have made a delicioussss hen, Ssssprrringfeatherrr..."

“Thank you.." She responded wryly, knowing it he meant it as a compliment in his own way. The gryphon's paws flexed around her delightfully intimate feeling as they ran against the curve of the ass.

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Saralen was rather regretful when he felt the trondi'irn slowly lift her hips up from his length, the smooth stroke spilling out a trail of slippery seed from his loins. He gaped his beak open wide, tipping his head forward so that he could admire the way her folds remained open despite the fact his tip pulled free. The glaze of seed coated the outer folds, strands clung to his length before she dropped down beside him. She didn't seem to be able to hold herself up any longer, something that inordinately pleased him as she crumbled against his side and slid his fingers right against the line of the feathered chest.

His spent length draped back down against his stomach, only partially covered in the juices of their mating, which caused him to preen rather pleasantly. There was a mixture of pleasure and regret that he was so large that she hadn't been able to push down onto his body properly. He had never been with a human, this was such a new experience, and the soft feel of those walls around him had been incredibly tight and stimulating feeling. He shifted a little bit and fluffed up his crest feathers as the red faced Springfeather lifted her head up and flushed hotter. The embarrassment was on her face, but he knew better than to let her linger with that too long.

“Thisss issss a mossst pleasssant way to ssspend our time herrre." He said lazily, doing his best to sound casual.

“I think we do have work to do as well." She said and sat up, letting him watch that bare rippling stomach with interest. She was so different than a hen in the way she was put together, most delightfully so. “Work we shouldn't neglect."

She would linger over this, he knew humans well enough to know that they were always second guessing simple things like pleasure. He didn't understand it, if something was enjoyable for both of them, why should it be something that they were ashamed of? That part of humanity always baffled him, but he wasn't about to let his trondi'irn find herself in that same situation, doubting herself, thinking that she would have to stop this now before it went much further. What a ridiculous concept! After all, she had only taken him just over a third of his length, he had no doubt with time and practice that she would be able to take him fully. It would require patience, stretching, careful prep work between them, but he was a patient bird.

He affected a relaxed expression, his ear tufts pricked up a little bit as she sat up all the way and he felt the slide of a hand right against the curve of his stomach. It was light, brushing through the feathers as his mind already ran through the various ideas he would have for her. He would simply have to train her, work with her, it would take time, but her lustful nature was a match for a gryphon and it shouldn't be that difficult to coax her into it. He simply had to keep her from thinking that this was a bad idea. After all, it hurt no one, and it would be a pleasurable way to spend their time in the outpost. Why should they simply work the whole time when they could while away some of the time in mutual enjoyment.

“And ssso we ssshall." He agreed amiably and leaned his head up to nibble right against the nape of her neck the same way he'd preen a hen he fancied. “But therrrre arrre morrre prrresssing matterrrrsss at hand that need to be sssseen too."

“What's that?" She said and pushed her hands back to smooth her hair sleek to her head, allowing him to roll over as his shaft began to retreat into his vent slowly.

“I need to be grrroomed." Saralen put a plaintive not in his voice as he gestured with his beak down towards his messy belly feathers.

He made sure to put just the right amount of sadness into his eyes as Springfeather glanced down and then burst out with laughter as she saw his expression. It made the embarrassment and unease flee her face, replacing it with a comfortable friendship that made him ruffle his feathers up high in pleasure. That was better, perhaps he could see about offering some suggestions on how she could work herself up to take him. And by the end of their tour here, well… he fully intended to know what it felt like to have every inch pushed inside of her. Even the thought made him swell slightly as the trondi'irn stood up on shaky legs and gestured for him to follow him to be groomed.

[i]This is going to be a positively lovely outpost.[/i] He thought smugly and followed her with his cock partially hanging down still.