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You've been wandering through the narrow, moon-lit valley for hours now, thousands of pale stars glinting in the night-sky above, scintillating across the heavens. The air is cold and wet, and white, freshly fallen snow crunches on the ground beneath your worn leather boots, hardly more than faint dusting that covers the tops of the towering, pine-covered peaks on either side of the canyon.

The wind howls, and an icy chill creeps through your bones. Thunder sounds in the distance, but the night is quiet and still, foreboding.

A storm is coming.

Deciding to seek shelter in an outcropping off the beaten path, you duck for cover just as the first droplets of freezing rain begin to fall. Lightning crackles overhead, and in no time at all, the rain pours down hard in unending sheets, striking the side of the cliff and soaking you to the very bone. You can't stay here.

Looking around, you discover a small alcove etched into the face of the cliff, ducking beneath a mossy overhang and plunging into the murky gloom. Aside from some dampness, dripping stalactites, and a foul, mouldy smell, the cave is relatively dry, a jagged tunnel that extends deeper into the mountainside.

You decide to explore the expansive cave system and venture forth. It's hard to see, but eventually the cramped tunnel gives way to a vast, empty cavern lit by nothing but moonlight. Looking up, it pours through a vast, snow-covered chasm overheard. You can hear the faint crackle of thunder in the distant sky outside, the trickle of a tiny stream flowing between the rocks. Butterflies flit about the glowing moon-flowers, and gnarled pines push up between the gaps in the uneven terrain. It seems like you've discovered a verdant sanctuary. A good as place as any to set up camp.

An odd scent suddenly piques your interest; Deep and heady. There's something strangely familiar about it that makes your heart flutter with excitement. It seems to be coming from deeper within the cave ...

Deciding to seek its source, you make your way over to another ancient crevice. This tunnel is wider than the others, and the smell is more noticeable now, a fragrant aroma that beckons you from within ...

Without thinking, you clamber into the hole, losing your footing on some unstable rocks and sliding down a steep embankment. Before you can even catch your breath, you tumble into another antechamber, breaking your fall on a bed of twigs and dry leaves.

Spitting out dust and bits of dander, you lift your head and try to gain your bearings. The first thing you notice is the heat. It's much warmer down here, almost like an underground river of magma heats granite beneath you. Moonlight filters in through cracks in the high ceiling and illuminates the second: The dozens of pale white bones that litter the cavern floor, picked clean. You inspect a long femur from the bed of twigs. It's been cracked open to get to the juicy marrow within. A feeling of dread sinks over you. You're not in a cave.

You're in a nest.

Something moves in the centre of it. Something big. Two emerald green eyes open in the dark, twin pools of liquid light, boring straight into your soul. Long wings unfold, drawing your gaze upwards and nearly spanning the length of the entire cavern. Your first thought is of demons and night-beasts, but the feathers give it away. That can only mean one thing:

Gryphon.

Gryphons in Dein are rare, highly-intelligent creatures, often sought after for their bodies' natural magical properties that make for potent alchemical ingredients. Because of this, gryphons tend to stay at high altitudes and are very reclusive, only venturing into the low-lands at night to hunt for prey. Spotting one is actually considered a sign of good luck. Wandering alone into their cave at night however, usually isn't.

Curious, the gryphon gazes at you inquisitively and lets loose a loud wark, cocking it's large, eagle-like head. It seems mildly interested in your sudden appearance, and judging by its fantastic white mane and brightly coloured head-plumage, the creature is a young, fully-fledged male, easily twice your size and bristling with muscles and thick, deep-blue fur. A potent male musk hits you all at once and makes you recoil back. It's the enticing scent you smelled earlier, wafting about the cave ... except this time, it's much stronger ... the creature is in rut, you realize with a start, breaking out in a cold sweat when you recall that female gryphons oft seek out the males during courtship ...

The beast stands up and gives a lazy yawn, stretching and sniffing the ground at its feet. A moment later, it flares its beautiful feathers out and strikes a rather dashing pose, showing-off a little, or a lot. If gryphons weren't so deadly, the entire situation would seem rather humorous. It seems to think you're either a competitor, or a potential mate!

You look over your shoulder at the tunnel you just came from. It's far too dangerous to navigate safely in the dark. You better think of something. Fast!

You decide to defend yourself, readying your staff and sinking into a low-crouch. The gryphon's entire demeanour changes instantly, its feathers slicked back and its emerald eyes narrowing. A low growl rolls from the bottom of its throat as you introduce yourself as a threat, the beast shifting its tailfeathers and judging distance, ready to pounce.

You plant your feet and brace yourself, preparing for the worst. With a snap of its mighty wings, the gryphon slams air, launching itself at you with a screech of fury. Before you can react, the thundering force of its impact knocks the wind from your lungs and sends you flying back, landing on your ass in the nest of twigs.

Uh-oh. That didn't work.

Slamming into your chest, you're pinned beneath the gryphon's huge paws. The beast stares down at you with its sharp, hawkish gaze, cocking it's head and giving your body a cautious sniff, before pulling off your clothes and inspecting your feminine parts, growling with approval. You blush, completely naked as the bird's slimy red cock slips from the sheath between its legs.

Satisfied you're no longer a threat, the large male squats over you and turns around with a prideful strut, showing off its thick, muscular hindquarters and shuffling its wide hips with anticipation. The beast spreads its colourful tail-feathers out in a dazzling display, fanning its hot, spicy musk all over your face and neck, and staring back at you with a reproachful -if somewhat pleased expression- a sly smirk curling at the edges of its hooked raptor beak. It seems after challenging the great beast (and losing) the bird has decided to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.

Ruffling it's magnificent blue-white plumage and sending dander everywhere, the gryphon shifts its weight from one muscular leg to the other and gets into position. Its fat, furry orbs dangle ominously close, ripe with seed, and the creature proudly lifts it's tail up high, giving you a first-hand view of its tight, pink asshole nestled snugly between its hefty rump-cheeks. The soft, puckered hole curves inwards invitingly, the bare patch of velvety skin wrinkled, wet, and glistening with moisture.

Your eyes widen. Suddenly you realize what the horny beast intends to do. The stench of musk hits you all at once, stronger this time, heady and overpowering, like old boiled leather and dry woodsmoke, an exotic smell that wafts from that tight, sweaty little hole and piques your interest. Your eyes flutter as the pungent male scent floods inside your nostrils. Having evolved gizzards, a gryphon's tailhole serves a uniquely sexual function, used for nothing else but settling territorial disputes and completely dominating unruly prey, a fact this male seems particularly excited to demonstrate on you. The gryphon is going to sit on your face, you realize with a gulp, and there's nothing you can do to stop him.

Lowering himself down, you feel the weight gryphon's immense ballsack sag across across your chin, reminding you of your place beneath him. You struggle furiously, but it's fruitless pinned beneath the male's heavy backside. The gryphon gets comfortable and relaxes its abdominal muscles with a full-body shudder, its puckered tailhole flexing open and drawing your gaze into the dark, fleshy abyss that awaits you deeper within. Your hands come up at the last second and brace against the gryphon's hefty backside, pushing with all your might.

The beast gives a noisy chirp but doesn't budge an inch, clearly displeased with your lack of ambition. After giving you a few seconds to drink in its intoxicating musk, the avian settles down with a groan, sitting on your face and smothering you beneath its massive rump. Pinned against the nest of twigs, your nose is forced to rub against the male's sweaty taint and ballsack, your throat constricting as you inhale nothing but pure, undiluted gryphon-musk and nearly faint.

Deprived of oxygen, you inhale deep without even thinking about it, your eyes fluttering as you sniff the gryphon's hot, greasy asshole. Your senses are instantly overwhelmed at the sheer potency of the bird's salty musk, it's rank, masculine aroma surging up your nostrils and making your head spin from the mind-reeling strength of its spicy flavour. Vaguely, you recall that a gryphon's musk is highly addictive, a rare, potent aphrodisiac used in love potions back home, but at this point, you're too far gone to worry about that now.

You need more, you realize, whimpering and surrendering yourself to the big, handsome bird atop you. You sink your hands into the soft fur of his fat haunches and spread them apart, closing your eyes, opening your mouth, and eagerly accepting your place beneath his tail.

Pleased at your sudden change-of-heart, the gryphon wriggles its butt and rubs himself all over your face, marking you with his scent and growling with delight. You revel in the humiliating act, closing your eyes and planting a dainty kiss on the gryphon's soft, wrinkled anus. It clenches tight the moment your lips touch its delicate surface, and the bitter taste that explodes in your mouth is one of salt and sweat and sweet, male pheromones, making your lips go pleasantly numb.

You moan helplessly as the gryphon presses its steaming hot anus against your lips, smothering you beneath its ample rump and drowning you in its male scent. The bird looks down at you with a knowing, heavy-lidded gaze, lifting its tail-feathers up as you start hungrily licking and kissing its asshole, fanning them out and smearing its heady aroma all over your body. You manage to prod the tender seal of warm anal flesh, the big beast crooning with pleasure and letting you penetrate its tight, slick asshole.

Your eyes roll up as it spreads around your tongue. You push deep into the bird's hot guts, your mind reeling as you lick the gryphon's sensitive anal ring and lap at its quivering walls, ingesting the bird's potent male flavour until you can hardly breathe. The gryphon seems to enjoy every second of it, clenching its sphincter, before relaxing and allowing you to delve deeper and deeper, the musky taste of his insides becoming stronger the further you go.

Eventually, The taste of the gryphon's ass is so strong it makes you forget yourself for a moment, rich and pungent, your eyes watering profusely as you're forced to breathe it in. Your throat is raw but you want more, sinking your tongue so deep into the gryphon's anus the whites of your eyes show. You wrap your lips around the soft puckered-hole and suck on it until the gryphon starts purring above you non-stop, its legs trembling as it sways back-and-forth, dazed at the way your slippery tongue flits about. Briefly, you wonder if this is a wise idea. Even the gryphon seems hypnotized by your oral ministrations, perhaps not accustomed to having such a receptive partner before. Its tongue hangs out, panting as the stench of male musk in the room increases ten-fold, becoming totally overpowering in the cramped nest, and hanging thick in the air around you.

Unwilling, or perhaps unable to stop, you continue eating the gryphon's ass out until it prickles sharply beneath your tongue. The taste has taken on a distinctly earthier undertone, and the bird seems enthralled as you plunge into its deliciously soft insides, its breath coming in quick, shallow pants as it rocks against your face and lifts its tail up. Vaguely, through the fog of lust, you have one last moment of clarity -perhaps your instincts warning you what is about to happen- but then the gryphon's meaty rump-hole spreads wide and engulfs your entire mouth, blissfully wiping the stray thought from your mind.

With a glazed expression and a sigh of utter relaxation, the gryphon shudders and melts around your tongue, its anus clenching impossibly tight, before relaxing and juicing itself like a freshly-squeezed lemon. Your mouth fills with the extremely sour tang of feral gryphon sex-pheromones. The taste is beyond human comprehension, a nectar of the gods, and your eyes roll up as you're forced to ingest it, each pulse filling your mouth with the birds sour flavour until you forget your quest, your name, and why you'd ever want to ever want to leave this cave in the first place.

The beast orgasms hard, its anus collapsing wetly and milking your tongue as you furiously lick the quivering hole, obediently lapping up all the musky juices that spill out. This is where you belong, you realize, beneath the gryphon's canopy-tail and serving it's every need. You've been permanently marked as its pet, its territory, and he's enjoyed you so much, you know he's going to keep you. The mere thought makes you squirm happily beneath the dominant male, tongue-fucking his filthy, steaming asshole until your not sure how long you've been down there, only that you never want to stop.

By the time your gryphon stud decides to finally lift himself off your face, you absolutely reek of his masculine stench, drunk on the beast's mind-numbing pheromones and aroused beyond words. Your tongue slides from the bird's soft rump, the beast staring down at you with a lovingly amused expression, saliva still drooling from its stretched-out, winking tailhole.

Before you can shove your face back in there, the gryphon turns around and rolls you over with an gentle flick of its claws, nudging you firmly with his beak and purring incessantly. It seems he's not done with you yet. Already knowing what the big male wants, you eagerly get onto all fours and present yourself to him, raising your ass and begging to be fucked by the virile avian.

You don't have to wait long. The gryphon mounts you from behind, wrapping his shaggy paws about your waist and draping himself heavily across your back. You groan at his weight, feeling something hot and wet rub against your pussy; the male's throbbing cock, already rock-hard and seeking your entrance. You whimper with anticipation at the coming breeding, knowing a big male like this is sure to show you a good time. The narrow tip prods your nether-regions as the gryphon gets into position, then, he pulls you close and thrusts forward, spreading your labia and sinking into your hot and ready cunt.

Your eyes roll up as he pushes inside you, gritting your teeth at the sheer size of his girth. The gryphon is huge! His smooth, exotically-shaped member spreads your lips wide, sinking into your vagina and stretching you to your limits. Just when you think you're about to split-in-two, he manages to fully hilt himself, his cock twitching inside you as he slumps across your back and huffs with relief. It seems he liked that.

You're absolutely filled with engorged gryphon-cock, and before you can adjust, the bird hugs you close and starts humping away, rolling his hips and fucking you doggy-style. You moan as the beast's cock drags from your pussy. Its entire surface is covered in tiny feline barbs that dig into your flesh, and the sensation of them scraping inside you nearly causes you to pass-out. Your eyes flutter as the tiny papules send tingles of pleasure coursing up your spine, your vagina rippling around the avian's length and pulling it deeper into your willing body.

The gryphon fucks you slowly at first, but gradually picks up the pace until he's pounding you at a steady rhythm, his furry testicles slapping against your clit each time your hips slam together. You can feel him sliding deep into your body as he dutifully takes you as his mate, your pussy squelching around his girth as you spread your legs for him and moan as you are bred, letting the lusty avian take full-control.

Soon, your legs go numb from the non-stop mating, your toes curling up as the gryphon's thrusts bring you to your first of many screaming climaxes. Your pussy clenches around his girth, your abdominal muscles trembling as those tiny barbs make you quiver and squirm and lose your mind. Hot juices run down your legs as your cunt squeezes around the bird's fat cock, liquid-hot pleasure scorching through your lower-belly as the male keeps humping throughout your powerful orgasm, showing no signs of slowing down anytime soon. If anything, his grip on your waist tightens, a snarl curling at the edges of his beak as he leans forward and pins you to the nest, hunching his hips and breeding you proper.

From this position, you can only lie and take it as the avian arches his back and ruts away, pushing his cock deep into your sensitive body and kissing your cervix with the tip of his slimy member. Your eyes widen and you cry out at the sudden penetration, a low growl of pleasure rolling from his throat as his penis throbs inside you, lubricating your feminine passage-way and coating your hot walls in warm spurts of his sticky-pre juice -the contents so virile- even now the chance of pregnancy is high. The feeling of all that thick, throbbing gryphon-meat spreading you open is incredible, a burgeoning heat that tingles wherever his cock pokes and rubs, creating a firestorm of heat that ignites within your fertile womb.

Your eyes widen and you moan out loud. You're ... you're going into heat! Gryphons are magical creatures, and those felines barbs are having a strange effect on your body; your pussy surging like it's on fire and eager to receive the male's warm seed. The gryphon's instincts tell him you're ready, hunching his hips and increasing the speed of his thrusts until you're gasping and moaning beneath him, your entire body trembling with ecstasy as you are bred.

His heavy balls clap against your swollen cunt, their contents readying to pump your womb full. You know it'll be an experience like no other, the big beast panting in your ear as he fucks you roughly, his hot, rank breath blowing against cheek. He ruts you with all the ferocity of a wild animal, having likely gone for ages without finding a suitable mate. You know he's getting close when his thrusts become blindingly fast, his balls drawing up as he pushes forward one final time, and throws his head back in a terrific screech, his claws sinking into your skin and pulling you close.

The first shot of his molten load is so violent it splashes back out and fills your cunt in an instant, squirting from your pussy as the male slumps across your back and shudders with release, draining his balls inside you. The gryphon comes for what feels like ages, giving tiny, involuntary thrusts as he ejaculates straight into the back of your womb. You feel each heavy spurt as he fills you up, your eyes fluttering as a delicious, gooey heat expands inside your lower-belly, the male's penile barbs flared out and locking you in-place.

You feel each pulse, every throb, and by the time the gryphon collapses on your back, spent, his fertile seed is squelching around his cock, dripping from your well-fucked cunt as the male purrs above you with immense satisfaction. He pants in your ear and nuzzles your neck appreciatively, clearly relieved after being pent-up for long, but a little disappointed not all of it made it where it needed to go.

You lay there struggling to catch your breath after furious animal mating, aching, sore, and incredibly exhausted, yet trembling with a fiery satisfaction. You can feel the gryphon's seed tingling deep inside you, his large paws hooked around your tender belly. It feels so good being plugged full of that gigantic ribbed gryphon-cock that you never want to move, not that you even could if you wanted to. The male was relentless, and you can barely feel your legs after the vigorous fucking.

Eventually, the gryphon rolls onto his side and pulls you with him, enfolding you in his long, elegant wings and nuzzling your cheek affectionately, purring very loudly. You snuggle into his warm embrace, sinking into the beast's luxurious mane and whimpering with need as he starts thrusting again, rolling his hips and working his creamy load in nice and deep.

Your eyes flutter as you realize the gryphon is trying to impregnate you. It seems that somewhere during your wild romp, he's decided you're going to be more than just friends, breeding you with deep, loving strokes and nibbling on your ear. Despite the obvious ramifications of such an act, you shiver with delight at the thought of raising his clutch, the beast's cock gradually emptying your mind of all thought - until your existence becomes solely focused on the feeling of that wonderful avian rod pushing inside you. Gryphon's mate for life, and you moan as the pointed, pre-laced tip kisses your cervix until you melt in his embrace, sinking into the male's lush fur and letting him enfold you in his wings. Once he has you in his clutches, the gryphon's thrusts become wickedly fast again, your tongue lolling out as the big beast breeds you into complete and total submission, fully-intent on claiming your fertile womb.

On one particularly forceful thrust, the gryphon pushes so deep your eyes roll up and you cry out, your vagina stretching wide and as the male's cock-tip breaches your tender seal and throbs inside you. The beasts squawks and hugs you close, flooding your womb a second time with his thick, fertile essence, and ensuring there's no escape from the fate he has in store for you.

Your eyes roll up as you feel each goopy rope of sperm-rich gryphon-cum lance past your cervix and splash deep inside your aching womb, the male emptying himself and filling you a with an oozing warmth that both soothes your raging heat, and spreads beneath your abdomen like a flower in bloom. If his seed had yet to take, it almost certainly will now. You're absolutely stuffed with the male's hot ejaculate, and each pulse fills you with more and more, until the sensation of it pooling thickly in your womb makes you let loose a long and happy moan, your eyes fluttering as you're finally impregnated by your virile gryphon stud.

The beast's thrusts gradually taper off before stopping entirely, the male gazing down at you with a smug, self-satisfied look, pleased with your successful breeding. He licks your cheek and cuddles with you for a few minutes, proving quite the talented lover. His spent seed trickles down your legs, but there's no reason to hold it in, snuggling against his broad chest and revelling in the pleasurable afterglow that permeates your very being. You can feel his seed glowing inside you, filling your belly with an amazing warmth you could only dream of, and after some time, his softening member slips out along with a gush of slimy white sperm, the tiny barbs dragging against your flesh and making you squirm with pleasure.

You groan and roll over when he finally pulls out, fingering your dripping, messy snatch and fantasizing about laying the gryphon's massive clutch, each blue speckled egg stretching you wide as you squeeze them out one by-one. The mere thought sends you into orgasmic bliss, your vagina clenching around your fingertips as you feel a familiar weight slide over-top of you, the gryphon's throbbing heat pressing up between your legs once more. He licks your cheek and nuzzles against you. It seems the male is infatuated, and vaguely, you recall that gryphons can mate for hours, sometimes even days in their elaborate courtship rituals. You shiver at the thought, and when he enters you, all your worries and doubts and fears melt away. He's chosen you as his mate, his hen, and you couldn't be any happier.

Perhaps you'll stay here with him, siring clutch after clutch and proudly raising the gryphon's brood, but in time, you'll remember your quest, your home, and your people. You can never go back, but perhaps you'll finish what you started with your loyal mate by your side. Victory or defeat, such tales are wrought in legend, and legends, like everything in the land of Dein, shift as quickly as the sands of time. Moment-to-moment, day-by-day, years pass by, and eventually, all that remains is the story of the mysterious vanquisher and her protective gryphon mount. The unknown duo who somehow managed to save the realm ...

You've been seduced and mated to a gryphon.

The End!