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Ryalith watches as the large, green scaly dragon disappears into the treeline. She sighs softly, the air around her clears of the dragon's musky scent. Leaving her with the cool night air and the ambient scent of water nearby to fill her nostrils. The moonlight casts its bright and cold beams over the small clearing, deepening the shadows of the encroaching trees around her. The forest's borders are dark and the wind rustles the tree limbs around her, putting her on edge.

Water clings to her body still, though the drops finally stop pattering on the stone beneath her clawed feet and the wind begins to blow past her, sending a shiver down Ryalith's spine. She already feels a bit of trepidation at being alone again, and the hair-raising wind isn't helping as it chills her to her core. She feels exposed without the green, scaly wall to stand with her against the woods.

Finally, Ryalith lets out a soft growl and steels herself again, annoyed with her brief moment of weakness. She strides back into the cave, while her footsteps echo against the rough stone walls. She leaves the usually friendly sight of the large moon overhead, for the comforting embrace of the firelight.

The griffin emits painful yet soft wails in the far room, turning Ryalith's thoughts away from herself. She welcomes the distraction and makes her way to the archway that leads to her chamber. Peering inside with her amber, draconic eyes, she sees the griffin squirming on the straw mat that serves as his bedding now. Her bedroll is rolled up against the wall, so she'll have to find another place to lay it out tonight.

This was her home here for years now, though it is the dragon's den, it had been a while since her scaly companion stayed more than an evening in his own cave. Ryalith starts to wonder how long this next stretch will go on for. That thought brings her lips into a thin line, "He could at least explain why," she thinks to herself before hearing the soft cry of her injured guest again.

Vex begins struggling against his bindings as she arrives, his eyes barely open as he peers around the room, pupils unfocused and uncomprehending. Remembering the dragon's words about the spores, Ryalith settles near Vex's back and takes a strip of cloth from her medical supplies. She wraps it around Vex's eyes, obscuring his vision before patting at his side softly. "Shh shh shh, easy now, just rest," she whispers, brushing along his soft feathery shoulders. "Nothing is going to hurt you here."

She watches as he begins to calm and proceeds to pet him further, while emitting a soft pleasing hum - things that have comforted her under similar circumstances. Vex's breathing slows as he breathes in her scent and presses his beak against the tanned flesh of her arm, finding further comfort in its warmth.

Ryalith lets out a sigh before trying to pick herself up again, only to have Vex stir against her. His dissonant squawk startles her, and she shoots him a playful glare. "I am not your mother, wounded or not." He lets out another of those sad forlorn tones and her features soften. "Alright, I'll stay a bit longer." She relents and lays down by his head.

She leans her lithe frame in to idly brush a finger along the edge of his beak and the line of his jaw - really anything that seems to calm or relax him. The medicine she has given him should help with the pain, and if she's lucky, it will put him under long enough for her to get some rest.

The crackling fire in the next room was comforting to Ryalith and she felt her eyes slowly closing, her body is beyond tired and all she wants is a chance to rest. She begins to think about Vex's good fortune, "You're very lucky." She whispers softly to Vex. "Alibra always seems to be right where he needs to be," she exhales at the thought and runs her fingers through Vex's feathery neck.

Vex grew still, but she could feel his breathing under her fingers - so she didn't worry about his health. Ryalith could just lay her head down and rest, close her eyes to the welcoming dark, while taking in the scent of the feathery male beneath her.

The deep musky scent of the griffin permeates the air, a mix of forest, earth, and blood emanating from his soft hide. Ryalith takes note to help clean him off when he becomes coherent again, although she still enjoys the intoxicating blend of musk and earth. She takes another breath, savoring the aroma. It has been a long time since she has been intimate with anyone, and she chooses not to entertain that train of thought any further.

Ryalith needs some fresh air and distance from the griffin's enticing scent. Her mind grows fuzzy, and her body yearns, bringing forth other alluring thoughts. Slowly rising, she leaves Vex, who remains still, his chest rising and falling peacefully. As she makes her way into the main chamber, she feels the warmth he had left on her dissipating in the chilly night air. Disappointed with her behavior, thoughts of returning to Vex quickly enter her mind, she huffs in frustration.

She longs to escape the woods, but the idea seems impossible. This clearing lies deep within the unforgiving thicket, with countless hidden dangers. The fungi are the least of her worries; they are the most passive threat. If she had wings like Vex, she would have left long ago. But perhaps the griffin could be persuaded to give her a lift out. The thought fills her with elation as she envisions finally going home.

Her footsteps echo off the floor as she walks over to the fire, adding more wood to it. She steps back to avoid the cascade of embers and smoke that rises high, funneled through an air hole carved into the ceiling, keeping the chamber free from noxious vapors.

Looking out the door, she sees little of the woods through the mesh of willow vines that block her view. Ryalith is fine with that; the odd lights and distant rustling always set her on edge. Sitting near the fire, she pulls her knees toward her chest, hugging them tightly. She turns her attention to the dancing flames, reveling in the ambient heat they radiate. Exhaustion washes over her, and she closes her eyes for just a moment.

She dozes off but is startled awake by the painful groans of the griffin. She rubs the sleep from her eyes and realizes the fire is nearly burned out. Her skin feels cold, and she scolds herself for allowing the fire to almost die. Letting out a soft grumble, she picks herself up and walks to the doorway, she steadies herself against it and checks on the griffin. Inside, she sees Vex struggling against his bindings once again.

"Easy there, big guy," she says in a half-awake tone as she moves to settle next to Vex. His front legs kick against his bindings again, so she plants a hand on his bound wrists, keeping him still to prevent a wild talon slash that might catch her.

The gryphon gradually stills at her touch, his breathing slowing though still labored. Ryalith begins stroking along his shoulder and side, ruffling the feathers and fur under her touch as she examines him. The painful tone of his cries transforms into a more contented one as she continues to pet along his frame. In fact she notes, his tone was more than pleased and catching a view of the full sheath, under Vex's belly, She would see why. In spite of his injuries, the end of his sheath was giving way to a soft fleshy cock-tip.

Consequently, Ryalith found herself blushing softly before uttering a gentle laugh at Vex, as memories of the Dragon's words about the spores flooded her mind. She recalled specifically how they could unpredictably manipulate one's senses. 'I had asked him if he knew from personal experience...' she voiced her thoughts out loud, wondering if the soothing sound of her voice could further calm Vex. It only seems to further work him up, as that organ continues to engorge and extend from the fuzzy layer of fur around it. "Maybe it's why he is never around now, ya?" She laughs softly, before going to grab the bag of bandages and salves once more. "Let's change these dirty bandages…"

Ignoring his growing discomfort, she settles near his hindquarters and unties the bloody strips of cloth. She exposes the deep cuts in his spotted hide and sets the stained bandages aside, before using a wet cloth to clean the wounds once again. Afterward, she applies the balm generously over the deep gouges. Despite the pained pleas of the gryphon, Ryalith couldn't help but sense a hint of delight in his tone.

Finally she seals up the wound again, with another bundle of bandages. Wrapping the strips of cloth under Vex's belly, and around his flank, so they would hold themselves in place, causing her fore-arm to brush against his cock more than once, un-intentionally. The gryphon's pleasured warbly tones rising from the usual painful rumblings. She stares his prone form down, the blindfold still on. And it made the situation easier for her, without having the randy bird looking at her. "Wonder what you're dreaming about," She said teasingly, before finishing up her wrapping.

Her forearm brushes over the tip of Vex's prick again as she pulls away, leaving a slimy trail of pre across her tanned flesh. Ryalith mutters to herself in a quiet tone and stands, looking at the smear on her arm. She rubs it off with her hand, while the musky scent wafts up to her nose, tantalizing and enticing her senses. She rubs it off onto her skirt, only to dirty her clothes further.

"Gah!" She looks at the streak as it glistens on the cloth tied around her hips and huffs in a grumpy tone. "Great, now I get to wash that too. Bird!" She said accusingly, before moving to collect the dirty bandages and leave once more. She grabs her bedroll and slides it under her armpit, then leaves.

She tosses the rags aside and lays the roll near the fire, then, she proceeds to throw more fuel onto it. She prods the glowing embers with a nearby stick and the flames leap up to slowly consume the log. The flames begin to glow brightly and she is content with it, she starts moving to untie the stained skirt she wore, carelessly discarding it onto the stained bandages. She crawls into her bedroll, bottomless, then lets out a soft contented sigh, before finally drifting off to sleep once more.

As she opens her eyes once more, the fire would still be crackling strongly. Her head was fuzzy and it takes her a moment to register that the gryphon has awakened her once more, all she wants is to sleep at this point and let her eyes drift shut once again. But it was no use, as the discorded painful chirps keep her from the edges of sleep. "Alright!" She calls out into the cave, before letting out a grumble and getting up. She was sure she had been in the middle of a good dream. The dampness between her thighs provided a hint of that, but as with all dreams any memory quickly fades.

As she strode into the griffin's quarters, she would give him a blurry eyed look over. Hands on her hips, bottomless, standing over him with the light, black bush nestled between her legs. Not that the gryphon got to enjoy that sight, he was still blindfolded and his bandages still look fresh. Prompting her to wonder what his issue was, then she notices it, that bulging length between his legs, throbbing in need again. It drew her attention right to the leaky tip and she took in a breath. Vex's musk was heavy in the air, doing little to clear the fog in her brain, but she shut that train of thought down quickly enough and took her spot up behind him once more. Her fingers splay out, brushing over feathers and fur along his shoulder as she lays in against his large, feathery neck. Trying to comfort and ease him back to sleep, so she could do the same.

Her attention wasn't as effective it seems, her efforts only earning her squawks that were mildly more tolerable, she was never going to get to sleep at this rate. She begins to wonder if wandering into the woods would bring her peace. Constantly, she finds herself having to avert her eyes, but the allure and curiosity, would bring her gaze wandering back, to the sleek yet powerful form and the rigid member between Vex's thighs. Curiosity eggs her own, as much as satisfaction. It had been too long since she had been intimate with anyone.

"Listen," she begins, bringing her lips in next to the gryphon's ear, the tone low and sensual. Causing the Gryphon to visibly shiver with each word, "I'm going to help you out, then you're not going to make another peep, deal?" The gryphon's head nods in response, making her wonder just how awake he was. Or if he was just responding to that dreamy fog he was in. She nods back at him before picking herself up again.

Vex's breathing begins to quicken, as she settles in between his front and back legs, sitting on her knees, she leans against his chest. A hand resting near her torso, while the other began to brush down his chest, toward his flank. Running her fingers through the soft, spotted fur, while her body rests against his feathery chest.

She is surrounded by Vex's musky scent and she begins to blush as she breaths it in deeply, giving into those base desires, Ryalith presses her nose into his feathery hide and drinks it in with each deep breath. Only adding to the presence of lubricant coming from the soft folds between her legs. She rubs her thighs together idly, as she begins stroking her fingers slowly back and forth, inching closer to the underside of his belly.

The gryphon's talons curl and uncurl, she could feel his body tensing beneath her, as her fingers crept further down his body. She peers through the feathers at the bobbing fleshy organ, the hue red, from the excessive amount of blood flowing through it. She feels the heat radiating off onto the back of her hand, as her fingers advance.

Finally, she stops teasing him and reaches for that massive tool, grasping it firmly as she turns her fingers around. She could feel the rush of blood surging, as he flexes it against her grip, earning a pleasured trill from the gryphon's parted beak, that sent a shiver down her spine.

Vex's tongue slips out and his chest slowly begins to heave more, with deep and pleasured breaths. She could hear that and every beat of his heart, though his feathery chest. Her ear presses firm to his body to listen to its drumming beat. While her fingers circle and stroke along the textured shaft, massaging the warm flesh and drawing more slimy pre to the surface.

She draws her fingers upward, in short jerking motion, to collect the fluid that wells up at the tip. She smears it into her palm, willingly this time, then begins to stroke at the rigid shaft once more. Drawing a slick, glistening sheen to the hot fleshy surface. The gryphon begins to buck under her and she pauses, shushing him softly. "Easy now, just relax and let me do all the work."

It seems to calm Vex down, or at least relent and she moves to untie his lower leg bindings. Vex's leg spread as soon as they were free, giving her all the access she would need. Exposing his sheath and the heavy set of balls hanging against his thigh; The fuzzy orbs, the same ashen hue as the rest of his body.

Her stroking motions began to squelch and grow in volume. Ryalith was losing herself to that sound and found herself leaning in closer, to pick up every delicious tone. Only to get a bit of pre-seed spurting from the tip. It shoots flecks across Ryalith's cheek and earns a soft huff from her.

She just wants to open her maw and drag her tongue over it, her lips part, but she keeps her jaw set in place. Instead, she reaches out to heft those big heavy orbs with her pre-soaked fingers, the other hand coming to take the place of the first durty, toying and stroking over that gorgeous cock.

Ryalith's breathing is deep as she works her fingers back and forth, over that rigid member. Taking her time to enjoy each unique inch, from the bulbous base to the pointed crown. She could have happily toyed with vex's cock for her own amusement, for hours. She begins caressing and stroking with one hand, while her other other rolls those heavy cum laden testiles around her fleshy palm, letting the heavy orbs roll off the sides; Till pre-seed was freely running over her fingers and her nose was thoroughly saturated in his scent.

She felt the gryphon tensing against her and felt him arch his body inward, His scaly forearms pressing against her back. She could hear his good wing fluttering, mixing the scent of her own arousal in with his musky aroma. Vex emits a series of trills, a mix of painful and pleasing tones, as he releases his pent up arousal. Ryalith lets out a heated, if not slightly irritated growl, at the sudden rush of hot gryphon spunk that spays across her. She was teasing her thumb against the eye of his member as it happened, causing it to spray out in all directions. Staining not only her body, but the gryphon's fur and feathery underside, and the matting underneath them.

Her growl dies down and she isn't going to complain anymore, so lost in the moment she slid one of those cum stained fingers into her maw. Tasting the virile male as her fluids soak into her thighs, she found the taste pleasing. Vex was panting underneath her and all she could do was lay there against him.

His shaft softening slowly in her grasp, while the knotty base remains nice and firm. She slides her hand down, and squeezes the knot that has formed there. Earning her a pleasured trill, from the pleasantly dreaming gryphon. She gave a futile effort to clean her hands off on her shirt, it was already a mess, so she just gave into her exhaustion once more.

She wonders if the fire is still going, but the thought of moving was not present in her mind. Ryalith curls up against the gryphon instead, in his post orgasm state and allows herself to drift off. The sticky smear of seed would be something she would have to tend to later. She isn't going to keep her eyes open anymore and proceeds to curl in against Vex and let sleep claim her for a bit longer.

Later in the early hours of the morning, Ryalith would feel something warm press against her cheek, it was firm and spongy and left a slick feeling on her skin. She peels her eyes open curiously, and spies the griffin's rod, out of the corner of her eye. She realizes she shifted during her sleep and slid down against the warm downy soft fur of Vex's belly. She took in that deep musky scent of male and let her breath out through her parted lips. "Horny little bastard," she whispers softly under her breath.

Taking his scent in, she slowly begins to nuzzle at his belly. She checks on his blindfold, he is still veiled and seems to be asleep still. She was hungry in all manner of ways and opted to help the bird out one more time.

Though, she admits to herself, as she grasps her hands around his firm length, she was going to enjoy herself this time. She turns her head back around to face that bulbous member pressing against her face, the leaky tip was only an inch from her nose and she could feel the heat radiating off it.

Her hot moist breath blows against the tense flesh, before she closes the gap between them and kisses his tip. Her soft plump lips part slowly around the pointed crown, sliding it into her mouth. She takes in the striking, yet alluring taste against her tongue and a pleasing tone leaves Ryalith's lips. She sucks him in and slowly presses her fingers down against the knotted base, emitting a pleasing tone to match Vex's own vocal approval.

She reaches for those full nuts again with her other hand and hefts the fuzzy sac, marveling at the weight they still had in them, while she begins bobbing her head; Her body leaning against vex's lower belly, rolling the fuzzy orbs longingly in her fingers.

Her tongue dances along the underside of his shaft and she runs her head side to side. Letting the fleshy spear slide back and forth as she tries to fit more of that hot member in against her tongue. The two of them begin to pant—Vex's breaths slow and sleep-filled, while Ryalith's quicken, growing increasingly frenzied. She let his heavy sac go and slide that warm hand between her thighs. Feeling the slick wetness gathering between them and rubbing at the bundle of nerves at the top of her vulva.

Ryalith lets out a soft moan around the thick member and works that tiny nub under her fingers in a slow circle. She presses further and sinks her fingers, into the soft, wet passage between her thighs. A second digit follows the first and before long, she curls her fingers in to tease at the textured inner walls of her body. The bobbing motions of her head grow faster and she matches the speed with her fingers.

Vex's moans increase, as she coaxes him further, bringing the both of them right to the peak. A hand stroking and rubbing against her clit and into her body, while the other squeezes at vex's knotted base. Setting him off as she bobs her head, dutifully bringing them both to a release.

Her body convulses around her fingers, shooting pleasureful sparks through her body. Her thighs twitch and her teeth go numb, so she closes both and forces a moan out through right pressing lips. She rides out her orgasm and sucks hard at the Gryphon's member, Ryalith could hear his pleased trills reaching a peak. The organ stuffed in her maw suddenly convulses and she could feel the rush of hot fluid flood into her mouth, with each throbbing pulse.

Her cheeks were a deep shade of red as she felt the molten fluid pooling around the sides of her tongue and cheeks and she lost herself in the carnal bliss. Only swallowing some of the spent load, while losing most of it around the corners of her lips, as she pulls away. She pants deeply and Vex's Semen drools down from her lips and chin, leaving her feeling flooded with satisfaction, exhaustion, and a tiny bit of shame, but she slowly picks herself up. The scent of sex and gryphon spunk were heavy in the still air of the small chamber. She just wants to curl up next to him, to go another round, to have that wonderful cock spreading her soaked lips wide open.

But as she brings a hand across her maw, she cleans the sticky spunk from her lips and in her post coital moment, she realizes she really needs a bath and pushes all the other thoughts out of her mind. Ryalith checks over the spent gryphon, he seems to be happily snoozing away once more. Maybe she would be able to get some sleep tonight after all, once she had a bath and found a change of clothes.