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Past the thick rows of trees and into a clearing of plains lie a sleepy town where only humans lived. The surrounding kingdom was perhaps slightly more diverse, covering a range of bipedal beings whether they be covered in fur, skin, or a bit of both. To a simple hunter and angler like Jason, it was too far a distance, and any exotic beauties or cuisine he sought for were too few in number. Humans did, indeed, still reign within the region, and as long as other clans and kingdoms didn't meddle with their politics, steal from their markets and traders, or go to war with them, then they were welcomed within arm-stretched distance. That included beasts and creatures as well.

But that was the Mide Kingdom. Jason's humble town of Morinly was the opposite, but was just as centric to humans, more so in that only humans had ever and possibly will ever make permanent homes within. The roads were still paved with dirt, man-made and worn from foot traffic, unlike Mide's proper streets of stone and cobble. The homes were smaller and no larger than two stories in height, with walls of crude stone or fine wood harvested from that maze of trees just nearby. The one that Jason resided in was built by his great-grandfather, a sole man's project. When he wasn't out hunting or fishing, Jason and his parents made sure their home was tidy and well-kept for their next in line. Jason may or may not have been more worried about giving himself shelter rather than if he were going to share the home with his future children. Before he had the chance to meet with the local tailor and seamstress, his fellow kin were the first to greet him on his way into town, obviously worried about his torn shirt.

“Jason, what happened?" his mother gasped, the elderly woman feeling at the ripped fabric between her fingers. “Were you attacked?"

“It was just a tree branch," he defended with a lie, attempting to brush away those thoughtful hands from his body. “If I'd been attacked, you'd be seeing more scratches and blood, yeah?"

“Bloody branch that was," his father commented, a cross of his arms across his chest, head shaking in disbelief. Then in good spirits he chuckled, “I didn't take you for a monkey, son." Jason enjoyed the joke as well, but the woman with graying hair and hazel eyes wasn't amused, bottling up her frustration with a sigh and toss of her hands. “Gwennie, dear," pleaded the husband, but she wasn't having it today.

“You do just fine fishing, y'know. But no, you have to go after game as well, gettin' yourself hurt, tearing up your clothes, makin' me and your Pa worry!" she argued, grabbing one side of his torn shirt again. “No son of mine should be careless with his life like that!"

“Then I'll go with a group next time, okay?" complained her son with a rub of his index and thumb along the bridge of his nose. “You say this every time…"

“Because it's true," countered the mother, finger daggering his bare chest. “We lost Abbie to those woods and we're not losing you!" She, of course, had to bring up their fallen daughter, Jason's sister, the youngest of the town to be attacked by an outside force since its foundation. She was just a pre-teen when her corpse was found a mile from the town and deep in the forest, with deep gashes on her body and chomps of flesh missing. They blamed the griffons, which they didn't object to, but did blame the child for being out in the forest late at night. It had been years since it happened and her death still looms over the town, a decorated grave outside their church to mark the loss of such a short life. They say that Sune, the Goddess of Life and Rebirth, had taken her in pity and that is where she remains to this day, living alongside the just deity. “We don't want another death, Jason."

“Of course…" and despite his proven ability and his ego trying to shield itself, Jason settled and nodded sagely. “I'll be at Lake Bottle tomorrow morning, but I'll need to spend some extra time there to compensate for any game I didn't kill."

“Good, better a fish be dead," his mother compromised, and so she spun to return to their home along with the father. As much as the father wanted him to hunt as well, whether it be for extra coin or the thrill and stories that came with it, he was tired of worrying and arguing with his wife. “Go get stitched up and we'll fix you dinner," ordered the matriarch.

“Aye, aye…" Her son was already a few steps ahead, on his way to the lass with long golden hair and pretty lavender eyes. She was currently unwed and helping her mother tailor anything under the sun.

The door to the tailor shop creaked open and a short old woman greeted the handsome angler. “Jason, good to see you!" She always spoke like an inviting campfire, crackling and all given her frail voice. “Oh goodness, your shirt! You aren't hurt, are you?" she had to ask, showing a warmer compassion for his torn clothing than his own mother. It did help that she was the best charmer in town, something that was innate to her since she was old enough to reason they say.

“Bloody tree branch wanted a piece of me," Jason kept his lie with a chuckle and shake of his head, hands along his hips. “Might be time to replace it anyway."

“Hmm, of course," she helped take the ripped clothing from his hands once he easily slid it off through each sleeve. Her daughter, the blond lass Evelyn, finally made her appearance from the back door. The home was more of a storefront with a single private quarters tucked away inside of it. Clothing was displayed on headless wooden mannequins, sorted on shelves, hung from the walls, covering the place with apparel to purchase. “Evelyn, dear. See what you can salvage from this," her mother said with an exchange of the damaged shirt. It was difficult for her to focus on the materials at hand when a rugged fellow like Jason was around.

But, this time he was a customer, so she was allowed a few ogles. “Of course, mother. And, good evening, Jason," she meekly spoke, an innocent chirping bird compared to her mother's crackling flame.

“Evening to you too," he replied, a grin her way. The young lady hurried back to those private quarters to sew, so her mother patted the customer on the back and ushered him to the men's clothing section. It didn't take them long to find a replacement for his shirt, same color as well, just as breezy yet durable. Well, as durable as can be against a “tree branch". But, as the hunter reached in for his coins, a hand grabbed for his arm and stopped him. “Hmm? What's wrong?"

The shopkeep had an idea, unfortunate to the hunter, “I don't want to charge you for this one. Instead, I want to make a deal with you. Interested?" she spoke with a calculated look in her eye, as if she planned this for the right moment. He didn't say no, so she continued after a pause. “You see the way she looks at you, yeah? Take her out for an evening. Not a hunt, just a stroll outside of town." The conflict was apparent on his face, tired of the town playing matchmaker with him, grabbing for some coins with a grin trying to hide his true feelings. But she protested, “Oh, come now. You're well old enough to start thinking about having a family, and I'd hate to see your mother worry…"

“That she does," he brushed her off with a handful of pieces. “Will it be 10 or 12?"

“You know all the safer areas of the forest as well!"

“Ah, 12 then."

The metal coins were scattered along a nearby desk with a series of clinks and clatter, and he didn't hesitate to walk towards his exit. It wasn't like the stubborn woman to give up, grabbing his newly purchased shirt before he could pass through the doorway. “At least consider it, will you?" She demanded.

He paused, then turned his head. “I shall so long as you let me go." And she did, freeing him to consider all he wanted to, all the way back home.

~~~

Griffon society was obviously different from ones where humans or other bipedal beings dwelled and reigned. There were common elements that they shared, of course. Given that their bodies were larger, more durable, and less susceptible to harsher weather, they didn't have to rely on the same kind of amenities that other beings did. Their dens were inside of caves, naturally formed or dug out through hard work and tools they either traded for or stole from humans. Food and game were plentiful and nearby with most species fearful of the predators already. Anything that fought back usually didn't survive, especially when the beasts hunted in packs. Effie was currently enjoying the scraps of an unfortunate buck, sharing it with her older brother–his pack was the one that gathered dinner that night. They were the only two griffons residing inside their cave, a human-made lantern the only thing illuminating their dwelling and keeping it warm. “Is everything alright?" he had to ask, seeing how little she had eaten from their hunt. “You hardly ate yesterday, too."

“I told you already," she replied after a chew of the raw deer meat. “I ate some trout earlier today, so I'm not very hungry at the moment." She neglected to say who gave the trout to her, but it was assumed that she did the fishing herself.

“You can't keep eating just fish by yourself," her brother complained, his lavender eyes rolling. “Either share it with the rest of the colony or don't hunt at all."

“I'm sorry," she finished her scrap and looked away with a snort. “I tire of deer and boars. Their flavor means nothing to me, but when I have trout or snapper…" she licked along her beak. “Mmm, it's so much more delectable. Besides, no one else in the colony even likes fish."

“And you know this how?" questioned the voice of a much taller and muscular beast. It was gruff as it was masculine, belonging to the eldest chief griffon male. He chuckled with a small curling grin, “I certainly would like to try some myself since you speak so highly of it, dear. Say you and your brother capture such scrumptious aquatic food and bring it to the food circle tomorrow. How does that sound?" He wasn't rude or demanding, though showing up randomly to their cave was still a bit odd.

“Am I the only one worried that it might spoil and reek worse than any other game?" her brother scoffed at the idea, throwing some of the cervine meat to the old bird. “Why risk ruining otherwise edible meals, hmm?"

“Then we'll have a meeting," the elder began to conjure a plan, a claw scratching along his chin. “Once the sun rises tomorrow, I'll gather the other elders and we shall arrive at this cave."

“Must you?" whined the younger male, to which Effie grabbed him from stepping any closer to that elder. As much as she tried to calm him down, he wasn't having any of this fishy nonsense. “Robbing my morning nap just to see if my sister's odd obsession with trout can somehow benefit the colony? By the stars…" He pulled away from his sister and snorted in annoyance, leaving the rest of the scraps for Effie and the elder as he hugged his body to a cave wall and curled up.

“I'm sorry…" Effie was quick to apologize for his behavior, bowing her head before the much older male. “Perhaps, I can gather the fish by myself?" It would give her an excuse to meet with her favorite human too, given that he knew better fishing spots that she did.

“My dear," he let out another hearty chuckle, a wing wrapping around her frame and a foreclaw grabbing her shoulder. “Don't feel so ashamed. You alone cannot control your brother's emotions or how he chooses to deal with him. You can only support him and show the silly boy how a proper griffon must act."

Effie rose her head and nodded sagely. “I understand, Elder," her cautious voice spoke. “But if we can't convince him to join me…"

“Then pity him," he put a single claw-digit under her chin to meet their gazes. “Being stubborn or selfish never helped a griffon." He always seemed to be full of wisdom and encouraging words, warm and inviting compared to the other elders. It was odd when he or another elder visited another cave on a whim, but it wasn't out of the question or contrary to his personality for this elder to check in and offer advice when needed. “If you want my opinion…" he began with a cough and clearing of his voice, to which Effier craned her head away from the potential spray. “Mmm, my apologies. Regardless…if he can't go with you, simply bring just one little fish with you. Enough for a small bite or a light meal for one. Let him have a bite, taste it, see for himself what you enjoy so much." It made sense, so she nodded along to each word, grin growing warmer. “I think you would take well to the idea, wouldn't you? Sharing a fish with your brother."

Of course she did, so she looked over at his napping body, spying those eyes peeping on their conversation before quickly darting away. Perhaps some part of him enjoyed the idea too, lest he admit it out loud. “We'll see what he thinks tomorrow morning," she concluded.

Releasing her from his wing, the elder made his retreat. “You're a good sister." He flapped open his wings after the compliment and prepared his short flight. “See you then!" And off sprinted the elder, disappearing to other parts of their colony.

The two siblings were left to themselves once more, and so the sister carefully clacked her beak onto the handle of the lantern and brought the light and warmth closer to the curled up brother. Now illuminating his side of the cave, those eyes flapped open once more and regarded his sister's sincere gaze. “I still refuse to go…" He grumbled, adjusting his body away from that bright light splashing along his head, clawhand shielding his eyes.

“I understand," Effie replied, perching down to sit by his prone body. “I do not wish to force you. I only hope that we might spend more time together." They both knew they had to look out for one another. Their mother and father left them to this cave once they were adults, as per tradition, yet Effie still felt very close to her older brother. “I worry you spend too much time hunting with your male friends."

“Yes, as you've said many times," sighed her brother, now fully distancing himself from that light, rolled over so only his feetpaws felt the radiating heat. “But every time I tell you to hunt with us…"

“There's more to life than hunting and eating and sleeping," she cawed in annoyance, splaying her body to rest near her brother. “Have you forgotten how to play? How to joke or flirt? How to simply talk with your sister?"

“I haven't," he assured her, his eyes just as annoyed as they peered into her's, a scowl punctuating his feelings. “I just don't want to."

“And they worry I'll never have children…"

“I have yet to see you with a mate, too."

Effie chuckled at each pushback, knowing he didn't really hate her or wished she went away forever. “Mmm, indeed…" Laying along her back, she prodded the tip of a clawfinger to his face. “You'll have no choice but to marry me, then."

“You jest!" He screeched with a swipe of her finger, to which she grabbed at her belly and laughed in quarreling amusement.

“Ahhh, only because you refuse to, silly…"

The female griffon took a deep breath after her fit of laughter, eyeing the lantern near their feet. The moonlight would still shine with subtle security, and it would be best to not waste any oil or flames. “Shall I turn the light off?"

The male replied with a gruff exhale, so she rolled forward and blew out the light, then nudged the device away for now. Gently falling onto her back again, she yawned and pushed herself so that their bodies could share a bonding warmth, one arm around his body. He didn't seem to mind, never did. That was his truest form of care. No matter how many times she pestered him, wrestled him and stole his food, teased his lack of seduction technique–as if she were any better–and hugged him like a giant pillow. He endured it, perhaps secretly reveled in it. Tonight, during their slumber, he let down his defenses for just a moment, and her body cradled against his in acceptance.

~~~

Lake Bottle, named not from its shape–it was rather rotund–but from how clear and fresh the water is. Essentially, one could bottle up the water right then and there and it was refreshing to any creature that drank from its waters. Some argued that the lake itself was either magic in itself or blessed by the goddess Hue, a sister of Sune, representing purity and cold weather. Whatever the cause, it called for both the clever hunter and winged predator that morning. Jason had his fishing rod and net ready, small bits of grounded up game for his bait which sat inside a mason jar. Effie didn't expect to see him, but made herself a seat right next to him, telling him all about her chat last night with the colony Elder and her older brother. As expected, she had to nab at least one scrumptious fish to bring back as a test, but she didn't feel like grabbing one at the moment.

“He really hasn't tried a single fish?" Jason had to remark, both hands on the rod, eyes focused on the waters. “I think he's missing out."

“That was my opinion as well," sighed the beast, tempted to pester or tease the focused human when the time was right. It wasn't productive and could cost them a meal, sure, but many fish resided in these waters. All of them dumb enough to take Jason's bait and not warn the others if escaped. “I don't know what he's trying to prove from all this hunting, either."

“It's a manly thing," replied the human. “Shows your worth and feeds the lot. Plus, sometimes us humans trade the best game for gold."

“You do realize female griffons hunt too…"

He glanced at her with a pause, then chuckled, figuring she would have a different perspective to human women. “That they do."

“So…female humans don't?" Of all the things she heard about humans, how different their cultures and societal roles were compared to the many beasts and bipedals on this plane, there were still things she didn't understand.

“Mmm, I believe they would rather sew or cook."

“I see…" She inspected his new shirt once more with a small tug from her beak at the fabric. “This one does suit you better than the previous one," She giggled as his hand swatted her away from touching any of his clothing.

“Yeah, it's a lot better, namely that it isn't torn," the human snorted, but then yanked back hard once a tug tried to steal his bait and the rod it was attached to. “Come here, you…!" He put all of his strength into it, the swimming foe determined to survive and combating his need to capture and devour or sell such a critter. The line was strong, taut, nothing could snap it unless it were a shark or crocodile. That didn't mean Jason didn't fight for his meal, feet digging into the ground, the griffon amazed by the scene unfolding, cheering him on in her head with such dazzled blue eyes. What sort of fish was this, anyway? It dared to drag him in, his feet inching closer and closer to the edge. But, with a second wind, he planted one foot behind him and forced that long, delicious trout out of the water with a mighty yell. Its appearance had their mouths agape, larger and stronger than the one he threw her just the day before. Perhaps in retaliation, its body pounded against the griffon to her shock, flapping and writhing in the open air before landing right onto the ground. “By the Gods…"

Gasping and squirming for oxygen, the poor trout had to be gazed at by two larger predators, fear in its eyes and yet no easy escape. It gave one last attempt, one flex, and hurled its body from the ground, only to be captured into a net, which it did not like at all. It thrashed even harder in its prison, desperate and fighting, but a fruitless fight at that. It lived a good life, had a decent last meal, and now its body would return the favor. The only question now was who's belly would it fill. “As per tradition," Jason announced with the net pointing at the winged hunter. “I give you my best game. I'm sure your brother will love it."

“I know, you are always so kind," giggled the griffon, eyes tasting every morsel of the slick and thrashing food. “But I do worry…you did say you would only capture fish today, right?"

“I would be surprised if a catch this large was the only of its kind, though it is quite sizable," Jason thought out loud to his companion. “Scrumptious, too."

“Savory as well," alliterated the bird, a childlike delight on her face as she poked and prodded that trout, still grasping for life. “But I refuse such a fine specimen," she then turned away playfully, eyes closed, paws and claws stamped against the earth. “If it would mean that you can trade it for gold pieces, then who am I to entertain just throwing it to a bratty brother?"

“Hmm…" Jason could clearly see their standstill, either refusing to accept the gift of a grand trout. Both of them had good reason to have it, and a fifty-fifty split would only get them fish guts and lackluster meat. “Only trade or competition could settle this matter," he said, finally pulling that dying fish away from the unwilling beast. “Wouldn't you agree?"

“That does make sense…" slowly spoke Effie with a turn of her head. “Your wager?"

“We see who can catch the next best fish," and with his net perched away from the water and against a nearby tree, he set his rule. “The winner shall keep both the first and second juiciest game."

It was an interesting game, but one that Effie could easily win given that the human was stuck with land and a fancy stick while the beast could dive down and grab one straight from the lake if she were quick enough, which she was. “Then I would be the winner, obviously," she said, not as a boast but as fact. “Your rod has no use against my wings and claws," she let him simmer on that thought while she strutted closer. “I have another idea if you're willing to listen." Given his eyes wandering around her frame as she circled him, obviously he was. So she stole a kiss on his cheek and giggled, “I want a challenge, Jason. I want to see if I can make you release without you breeding me."

“Just what goes on in that bird brain of yours?" laughed her partner, grabbing along her head for a closer inspection. “All the times I flirted with you and called you beautiful, compared you to many flowers, you said it was too much. Today, I come here to fish, yet you hunger for sex?"

“I thought you would appreciate it," there was a rumble of engagement now, giving her already sultry voice another edge. “And yesterday, when you finally did mate with me, I…perhaps had a change of mind." She would then headbutt him gently and try to push him to the ground, using her legs to cross and trip his own. Easily, he fell, watching her tower above him once more. Grace, ferocity, but submission to his word with a cheeky bow of her upper half and teasing waggle of the other. “Shall I, Master?"

Maybe Jason was simply curious, how she could get him off without that lovely rump or precious pussy. Her claws were sharp, her beak sharper, but he encouraged her anyway. “I will allow it," he bravely accepted. “But that does imply that failing to excite me, or worse…"

“Best not to think about that," she squandered the thought while helping him undress those trousers, his member not quite flaccid, but still slow to accept her offer. The beast could change that very soon.

It began with an easy solution, tasting his member with a curious tongue. It stroked from his sack up to the tip, those sharp eyes watching him grow erect. She lowered her body as well, now prone to the ground, focused on her human lover. All he had to do was sit back and enjoy himself, trusting she would do her best to please her 'Master' and avoid any drastic mistakes. Even if it was a happenstance experiment with little idea on what actually constituted pleasurable foreplay, Effie was determined and willing to take that risk. Griffons and other beasts of similar ilk weren't particularly known for their affectionate mating practices, so when she and other griffons heard of humans, elves, catfolk, basically all other bipedal beings that had the ability and sometimes demand for delicate rituals, how could it not fascinate a girl like Effie? And now here she was, kissing and lapping at a hardened cock, his firm human hand even encouraging her tasteful experiment. “Ahh, Master…" commented the beast with a rise of her head. “Should I…suck on it?"

“Would that be possible?" he reasoned with an understandable amount of fear in his voice. The hand that was planted atop her head moved down to stroke a finger down her beak, stopping right at the pointed end, which felt like the dangerous end of a blade. “Something tells me that would require a lot of practice."

“That it would…" she murmured in reply and racked her brain, mentally scanning the rest of her body for not-so-pointy bits. A glance at her clawed hand and she carefully grabbed at his shaft, gently stroking up and down at the sensitive flesh. “How does this suffice?"

The grip itself wasn't bad, but those talons sometimes were prodding at his dick and caused him grimace. “Ehhh, maybe not…" He said with a pausing grab of that claw. “Let go for now…" And she did, with Jason sighing in relief and inspected the subtly softening of his cock. With a gasp and a rush, she healed his fears with her best kisses and licks. It was enough for him to back off again and slicken his cock once more, but it had some trouble returning to its full hardness. Retreating the tongue, she pondered once more and wondered if this was such a good idea after all.

“I'm sorry, uh…are you hurt?" Effie whined in worry.

“Easy now," Jason eased her fears and let a hand pet along the side of her face and down to her neck. “It's not bleeding, is it?" And truth be told, it wasn't. Perhaps some superficial depressions from the tips of those talons, but he figured those would fade and reshape as skin normally does. But, that would mean she was now limited to her other softer body parts and a disappointing loss to their challenge. A physical and mental loss all-in-all. “Have you considered your limbs?"

His words of wisdom came like a puzzle she had to solve, but she was a clever girl after all. The key was to rub or clutch that dick until it came to an orgasm, but outside of her backside…the idea did only come to her because she hadn't the time to bathe off his scent but still wanted to play with her lover. “My limbs…so I rub them on your dick?"

“You could, yes," spoke the hunter, putting the pieces together just like she did, but this time he had a suggestion: “Imagine if you stroked it between your thighs…"

“Oh, I see," she said with a glance behind, her brainstorming interrupted by a beckoning spotlight. “So then…I should reposition," she said like a promise, perching her body up, grinning along the way with a spin so that her back faced him. “Like this? Or laying down?" That was a great question to ask, so great that both of them were silent again for another while. Not wanting this energy to die down again, the griffon threw another suggestion to the wind:

“Or maybe my feet?"

He slowly nodded in revelation, then gave a command: “Sit back with your feet forward then."

Off to his side, she placed herself like a human would sit, legs outstretched so that the bottoms of those paws could rest along his lap and clasp around his rod. “How is this?" She asked with gentle rubs of those alternating paws. And to his surprise, not the worst idea. The furry feline half of her body had gifted her with large paws, padded on the bottom, which gave a strangely satisfying massage.

“Ohh, I could get used to this…" he moaned with a relaxing of his body, adjusting to make sure his whole length was given the proper attention it needed from that grip. Just seeing his satisfied grin and delighted brown eyes return was enough encouragement to keep performing for her lover, going slow at first as she wasn't used to this kind of movement in her feet. The best part was that no one would be daring enough to smell at her paws even if they did catch an odd scent coming from that spot on her body. The only thing weirder than having an odd human scent was sniffing for such a scent in such an unorthodox place. “Now…you're doing fine work, but…can you try stroking both at the same time?" He asked, grabbing at the ground below.

By his suggestion, she prepared all the muscles in her legs, flank to toe, and created a hole for his cock to fill between her feetpaws. The pair gently clasped and rubbed along the entire length. Her claws digging into the earth gave her the leverage she needed to speed things along. Out the tip of his cock leaked his desire for more, and his hips nudged between such a tight and stroking space as well. “Ahh, is my Master enjoying this?" asked the beast, bashfully wondering if she had the power to activate his release just from the work of her soft paws. Even if it was an unusual exercise of her lower body, it didn't seem like she was going to cramp or tire, more so through her will than her physical ability.

“Truly…" he replied, leaning back with eyes closed, lustful pants and sighs escaping him. “And such a speed. I wonder how much longer I can last…"

The throbbing between her feet, his hips pushing in and out of her grip, and each pleasant noise coming from her Master kept her going. What genius they had when they worked together. “Come now…" exerted the griffon, trying to ignore the strain in her legs. “Shoot your seed, Master. All over my paws…" She begged for his cum, getting excited herself with no way to contain it. A grip of her feet, and he was as thoroughly thrusting between the padded paradise. Even when her strength would wane, he found a way to get off. What would it even look like when he came to his climax? How would it feel? There was only one way to know…

“I think I'm going to…ahhh!" Grunted that human lover, closer and closer, more frantic and passionate to create a mess, giving into such odd desire. His body fell back during those humps, hands grabbing at her pressing paws, and then…"Oh, Effie!"

They both then received their just reward, strings of hot and sticky cum against her feet and along her toes. Effie yowled and whined from the sensation, from how hot each strand was, but she craved it. Soon enough, Effie would release the grip around his cock, legs worn yet not cramped. Jason opened his eyes and regarded her once more, offering congratulatory words to her, “Good girl…"

“You mean it?" the griffon replied for confirmation, then rolled along her side so she could rest. Verbally she had to be assured, though physically both hunters could sense it in their heated bodies what an accomplishment that was.

“See for yourself…" Jason mustered with a hold of her paw, displaying the splatter for her. It was a spectacle, enough for her legs to yank away and arch the coated foot towards her beak. With a whiff and taste, it was all the truth she needed, indulging with a few more cleaning licks before her leg rested once more. Cleaning up that cum never got any less naughty or attractive. However, Jason had to pull up his trousers and collect himself now that he had an offer to complete. “The fish is all yours as well," he said with a grab of his net.

Pointed in her direction again, the griffon rose up and shook her whole body like before. Easy enough, she hopped into the lake's shallow end with a scrub and splash of her paws. Back on dry land, she kicked the remaining wetness off her feet and made a dash towards the fish, snapping it out of the net with her beak and then preparing for flight with a flap of her wings. But before that, a pause, then a reaffirming nuzzle of her head against his body. If anything, he should be the one thanking her for a nice intimate moment, but the rewarding trout and warming grin on his face made her heart flutter more than anything. He chuckled with a hug around her head, exchanging rubs with her before gently letting go.

“Enjoy the food, my dear," Jason wished her well, to which she grinned and shot a loving look his way. Reality stopped for another moment as their eyes met once more, a gaze that connected them, wordless appreciation. All these games and fornication perhaps meant something a little deeper than what they realized. But such a moment was fleeting, and the predator took flight. Was her brother going to enjoy this trout, or anyone else in her colony for that matter? Did it really matter? This morning she only planned to grab a fish, the finest one, and hurry over to impress her kin, but the real accomplishment was perhaps making her favorite human smile again.