A Surprise Catch

And there she was, perched like a proper predator. It was like one of her past-times, gazing at a sunset from a tall spot in solitude. Then again, who couldn't appreciate a view like that? It was like a painting how the array of red to orange hues blended into a fabulous purple, with a once bright white sphere making its descent below the horizon. It was calming, yet breath-taking. The same could be said about such a beautiful creature like that griffoness. Her coat was gifted with beautiful brown feathers, going from dark and earthy along her exterior to a light tan for her torso and underbelly. She also had cute tan freckles on each cheek, complementary to her sky blue eyes and a sharp black beak, curved elegantly to rip into flesh. The creature was also tall as she was beauteous, towering half a head's height above a regular human whether perched or standing, and large enough that a hunter like Jason could ride her like a mount if she consented. Such was usual for her species, but unlike other griffons she and Jason had a rather special relationship, some friendship rarely shared between different species.

“Effie!" he called out to her, a name he had given her since wild creatures of her variety didn't verbally give each other names like humans did. Her head cocked and spun, and a happy rumble and trill escaped her throat. “What luck finding you here, girl."

“Have you any food for me, Jason?" she spoke gracefully with a swish of her tail and lift of her body, abandoning her spot temporarily. She made a canter towards him as he held up a large trout, not only her favorite kind of fish but a rewarding catch at the local lake. It was a good meter and a half from nose to tail tip, and the delight in Effie's eyes shined. Like an excited puppy dog, she wiggled and cantered, pushing her nostrils up greedily up against the cold, scaly fish body. Jason had to hoist it back lest she also take that hand along with the food. She saw him reeling back, taking small steps away as well with her lower half perching up and her chest lowering against the ground. Once in pouncing formation, he gave the seafood a big toss upwards. Anticipating the arch of his throw, Effie paced herself then jumped up with an open flap of her wings, catching the easy prey in that beak and bringing it down with her for a ferocious munch. Ripping and tearing, chewing and swallowing, that hungry girl enjoyed her fish as if she hadn't eaten in days!

“I had a feeling you would like it. It took me hours to catch the right one," he chuckled, slowly moving closer for a brave stroke of his hand against her feathery body. She was used to it, make no mistake, but a normal meeting between human and griffon didn't involve any sharing of food, petting, not even conversation or eye contact. One was a burly beast that could kill twice its size if needed, and the other was a comparatively frail, almost completely hairless, yet clever annoyance that wandered too close to their hunting grounds. He was an annoyance like no other, with his messy short brown hair and equally brown eyes, and a smile that if wide enough displayed a missing front tooth. Right now, he was only clad with his normal shirt and trousers, leaving behind his fishing rod and spear at home. There they would rest in his homely human town while he conversed with a beast known for colliding with and ripping apart unaware prey. “Eat all you want, girl. You deserve it."

“Mmm, what for?" she asked curiously between chews and gnashes.

“Isn't it obvious?" He was always one to flirt with her too, “For being so fair on the eyes, and having the kindness to go with it."

The griffon groaned, knowing she had no real control over her beauty, but blushing and giving a look, “If I had a juicy meal every time you complimented me…"

“You don't?" He corrected her, considering it was part of our usual meetings. Granted, the first few meetings were a bit stiff and unfamiliar when he tossed her the best game or catch. But, she took it well. Very, very well. “You're not getting any fatter…"

The beast croaked and took offense with a nudge of her elbow against his ribs. “Hmph!"

But he took it gracefully, falling to his back and feigning pain. The first few times that act was pulled she did have genuine concern, but at this point she just went on with her business no matter how much he acted out the damage.

“You deserve that, pervert."

“Ohhh, how wretched…! Punching me and insulting me…" He whined with healing hands rubbing at his belly. But as he rolled and twisted along the ground, that was an ample opportunity for the beast to stroll on over and shove her frontal clawhand against his torso, stopping her prey from squabbling. Their eyes met, trustful that she wouldn't shred any clothing or dig into his squishy body. “Ah, well…I probably deserve that. Do with me what you will, for I am no more than that fish to you," like a dramatic actor, he was putting on his best joke before her with a hand shielding his eyes.

“Don't be so foolish, Jason. There are some things that you can do that a mere piece of meat simply cannot," she assured, shining her genuine gratitude. He could only take so much praise, eyes darted away, arms folded over his chest in disbelief. “What, you don't think so?" She prodded further with a tilt of her head. Giving just a glance at the supported griffon, he feigned coldness.

“Maybe I do," he trailed into uncertainty, figuring he could play up this act a bit longer. “I just don't know what those things are besides feeding you." That gave the creature some pause to ponder, a finger curling against the bottom of her beak. Enough time went by that Jason had to complain and fish for compliments. “See? You can't think of any, can you? I really am just a vessel for filling your belly."

“Hmm, I do know of one thing, but…" those sharp eyes measured his body up and down. At that moment, he didn't know what could be on her mind, and did it really have to do with physique? That would have only benefited the original reason, giving her a delicious game to eat. Her voice softened as well, trying to draw him in, “It is something that I think about from time to time, actually. Griffons have more than one physical need, you know."

As vaguely as that was worded, it was easy to guess what she could be talking about. An odd time to bring it up and stranger to think about, but those kinds of things do happen commonly with interspecies relationships whether those species like to admit it or not. “Effie…I still think you have pieces of meat on your mind," He hurled more biting commentary her way, but this time she stifled a laugh instead of groaning or squawking at his bad joke. Even then, that clawhand punched at the smaller body and pinned it harder against the ground. If it weren't for the impact, he would be chuckling at her sudden reaction. Really, she should have just complimented such wit instead of trying to flirt with the hunter. “Ohhh…so you really do like me that way…?" he had to be sure first.

“Do you really need me to explain it to you…?" Her freckled face craned up close to his. He remembered how lovely her gaze was and how he rarely saw it up close like this. Shimmering blue, boring passion and sincerity, pining an offer that any sane man shouldn't refuse. Her beak opened and she licked up his face before he could respond with something else, whether it was sarcastic or dim. They both paused, silent gazes and tension rising. The griffon kissed once more. What was it about coating a being's face or body in saliva that symbolizes love or affection? Whatever instinct it was, Effie had stopped using her words to show her love and instead made good use of her tongue. He would have been fine with just one or two, and that's how it was going to be, but the beast decided that this human needed an entire full-body tongue-bath, starting at the head. Like a protesting cub, he whined and groaned with his hands trying to push her back. Once he had been thoroughly lapped, she pulled back like a dumb animal proud of her work. “Did you enjoy that, Jason?"

“I, uh…no," her prey answered honestly, sharing a laugh with her. He wiped the excess saliva from his face, whelmed by the scent that carried with it. “Perhaps calm your tongue…"

“Calm it? But how could I?" countered the beast, managing to stroke that tongue once more from the side of his neck up to a safely closed eyelid. “While your face is properly cleaned, I must continue. It's how I feel about you, so I must!" she argued, using a talon to pull at and strip him of his shirt, rather unconventionally with an audible tear right down the middle. She ignored his legitimate protests and lapped up his chest with love.

“What are you- Oh!" The poor human yelped once she made contact with his nipple, which only caught her curiosity. “Don't-"

“Don't what?" She cut him off, teasing that nipple even more. Had she known before that even a male human like him would be receptive to such teasing? Perhaps the way he writhed and moaned from that sort of touch was evident enough, so sadistic in her approach. “Don't you like that? Hmm?" she snarled, then took a much more dangerous approach with a gentle clamp and nibble of that small and delicate nub.

Jason couldn't handle each taste and evil tease, “Stop! Oi!" But his complaints fell on ignorance, forced to endure such naughty behavior. His legs kicked at the air, unable to counterattack until she finally receded with a coy grin on her face. "That was…absolutely unnecessary…"

“Did you like that, Jason?" bantered the griffon with a giggle of delight.

“No, it was horrid!" Jason snarled back, grabbing at her beak with a swift pull up to his gaze. “You're lucky I don't have a weapon…"

Her lush eyebrows raised at that. He never complained like that during a play-wrestle session or any other kind of nick of his body from her beak. Did she go too far? Giving up, her body repositioned and sat adjacent to the prone partner, pausing for his palm to part with her beak. It did, with enough trust. Head raised, tilted to the side, she pondered her next question. “Have I…been naughty?" came a paced query.

“Very," was his response. “Very naughty."

“I understand," Effie spoke, genuine to her unspoken apology, eyes slowly glancing away. “I won't do it again."

“Very well." Jason rose up and dismayed once more at his destroyed clothing, tugging the ripped pieces together in a vain attempt to magically glue them together. “Damn it…"

“Should I be punished?" the griffon was rather quick to ask, catching her human companion off-guard.

“Punished?" he repeated.

“Yes…punished," she confirmed, slumped apologetically before him, head pointing towards the earth. “I've been a very naughty girl. Too naughty," there was an odd weight and tone to her words considering she had never been this visibly sorrowful for her actions before. “I shall accept any criticism or treatment you deem necessary. And…I am truly sorry, Jason." Her upper body followed her head in something like a praying position, beak and chin fully touching the ground, eyes closed, though her rear was still raised like normal. She was physically submitting to him. It gave that human a strange idea.

“Turn around," he gave his command after several moments of pause.

“...Pardon?" an eye opened as she murmured.

“Better yet, stay like that," Jason took a deep breath and climbed to his feet, circling around to that furry and feathery backside. “Don't move." He stared right at her rear end, a slow rise of his hands as they felt at the soft fur on her flanks, moving up and down towards her rump with gentle strokes. The griffon was more than curious what exactly he was going to do, but she remained quiet with shy eyes glancing back on occasion. “Raise your tail," he went further, but got a questioning trill from Effie. “Can't you hear, dumb bird? Raise your tail now!" Jason had never raised his voice like this before, so vigilant, so serious. The thin and swaying appendage raised up and unshielded her nethers. Exposing herself like this, she couldn't help trilling like a whimpering, anxious beast. Then a caw would nearly escape had her beak not clamped shut and stuck it in her throat. A grab, hard. Handfuls of her fluffy butt now within his grasp. Kneading, exploring, petting.

“J-Jason…?" whimpered the griffon, not used to such naughty petting from any being, griffon, human, or otherwise. Before she could question further, a strike. She yelped from the impact of his hand against her thick beastly butt. “Jason!"

“Quiet, you," he threatened another one with a raise of his arm. Nervously, she looked away, cooing with embarrassed trills from the submitting female who was now questioning her choice of interspecies relationships. But she wouldn't remain too quiet, still squirming from his touch as he got closer and closer to her once concealed slit and anus. After such deliberate toying, he went further with the poor naughty Effie.

Thumbs pressed at her folds, pulling them apart to reveal the inner flesh. She gasped and called out to him, “Pervert!" Her hind paws dug at the ground with tense and stiffened legs. She craned to glare at his behavior, but was met with another spank to her molested rump. “Ack! Wait, you mustn't…!"

“Naughty girls like you get equally naughty punishments," he announced, followed by another spank, this time to her opposite cheek. “The more noise you make, the more likely we'll be caught. Imagine how you would look, your kin seeing you as my plaything," he somehow grew a sinister side, curling a grin as if he learned and adapted from her sadism. “Bite thy tongue…" And she did, but with an adorable cover of her foreclaws over her eyes and pitiful noises emitting from her throat. Jason took in the sight of such an odd and tempting hole, bringing in his nose to take in its scent. Somehow, it smelled of desire, submission, anxiety. It was time to tame her.

Pulling back one hand, he curled in all but his index and middle finger and gave that inner pink a few stirs around the entrance. Her hips moved in an odd manner, trembling from such unknown sensations and touch, yet daring not to pull away from the curious fingertips giving such gentle strokes. There may even have been a push back towards those digits, a sign of clandestine pleasure. And it wasn't stopping that small drip of her body's carnal need, like juice escaping from a recently sliced fruit. It was certainly just as appetizing whether Jason wanted to admit it or not, but he wouldn't plunge like that just now. Instead, those fingers would make the plunge for him. A sharp gasp escaped from that closed beak along with a twitch of her closed eyes. Such a tease, pushing them in and watching each knuckle and section slowly disappear into that surprisingly eager entrance. There was definitely enough room for them, and he could even stretch and separate them inside such slick walls, to the embarrassment of the beast. “I figured you were a big girl, but I didn't know you had this much room…" chuckled the dominator.

Just to stimulate what another part of his body might feel like, he glued those fingers back together and withdrew up to the first knuckle, then shoved back in, only to repeat again, and again, and again. One might even call it a rhythm. Effie wasn't having any of it, hindpaws digging further at the ground, fruitlessly. She felt a betrayal of her predatory nature, normally the one on top and causing trouble, but here she was trembling at just two fingers penetrating her body. They made her breathing hot and quick, audible even from her concealed beak. “Mmm…hfff…nnnh~" Just the sounds he wanted to hear.

He quickened his pace, feeling the walls of inner flesh suck at his fingers each time he tried to escape. “I think you actually like this, don't you? Yet you call me a pervert…" commented Jason, gleeful in his sexual torturing. Was it fair to call it torture at this point? Effie wasn't in physical pain, just mentally torn. “You're hiding something. Those disgusting licks all over my face weren't just to bother me. It was affection…" He slowed his pace, causing her to whine. “Hehe, you do like me, don't you? I knew I was more useful to you." Then his fingers dug and twisted around halfway in, squirming and prying. “I just had to search for it…" And as a final blow, he shoved in once more, practically breeding her with how he thrust in and out of her. The desperate creature caved in and leaned her backside into each dirty motion, and he sped up gradually with all the strength his arm could muster. All this forcing and pounding pleasure, leading up to a final shove as Effie's loins gave in and clamped around him, a gush of her hidden desire coating around his hand. She cawwed and roared, muffled by the earth and her gripped claws, but that was it: her first human-based orgasm. A long pause filled with panting breaths from the both of them, before Jason eased his way out and called to her attention, “Effie, look at this…"

She did so and let go of her beak, head finally raising up to a realization, seeing the strings of her inner pleasure. “J-Jason…did you just make me…?"

“Yes, I brought you to a release," he announced to her, circling back over with his soaked fingers pointed her way. “See for yourself…" She gave it a sniff, then a lick. It wasn't a sweet to her, but it was out of respect for her sexual master. “Ah, good girl…"

Once cleaned, she turned her attention and nudged at something Jason had simply been ignoring since her punishment began. The beak nuzzled at the tent in his trousers, then finally spoke once more, “Shall I take care of this as well?"

He paused, then pulled those trousers down with a spring of his cock, bouncing away from the concealing fabric and giving her a glisten of his own from the tip. “And how shall you do that exactly?"

The griffon didn't say much else, but she did grab at his hips with a clawhand, careful not to puncture his skin, tongue lashing along his length. It wasn't like when she attacked his face, as her laps were slow and calculated, even dabbing at the opaque liquid his member dribbled out. “I might have an idea, but I want to ask you something first…" as if catching her breath, so were her words pregnant and purposeful. Her other claw grabbed along his body and brought their gazes at the same level, her gorgeous blue eyes staring with intent into his own pair of brown. “Shall I ride you, or do you want to ride me?"

Either option had its benefits. On one hand, he could feel the submitting beast as she was before, towering over his body as they made love. On the other hand, he could show his superiority once more and bore her into the ground, as opposed to her pounding him against the earth. It was a tough decision as he played either scenario out into his head. With a gentle stroke along her cheek with his drier hand, he gave her an answer, “I want you to lay down for me, Effie."

With a curling grin, she gave a quick tongue-kiss to his cheek, then made a small search for the most comfortable patch of short grass on this cliff. Her massive body rolled over, hind legs splayed with that eager griffon pussy on display, and her claws laying defenseless against her torso. “Then don't hesitate. Come take me, Master~"

Perhaps it was part of their play or just her feral mentality taking over, but not once had she called him that name. He liked it.

All of her body stretched out, brown feathers and tan furry underbelly, enticing eyes, all of it pulling him in as he climbed over her body. It wasn't long before his rod dragged along her lower half, giving a teasing stroke and rut against her entrance. “That's it…perhaps I should reward you now. No more punishments…" whispered her captor.

“Ah, suddenly I've lost my title," softly spoke the griffon, foreclaws holding that human against her fur and feathers. “Am I not a naughty girl anymore?"

“No, you still are naughty," he corrected her with a gentle kiss to her chest, then another, and added a few more for good measure. “Some folks are like roses, gorgeous, tantalizing, but covered in thorns that dare you to touch them. But you were different, of course," he suddenly spoke like a florist or greenthumb.

“And I am not a rose?" She asked, to which he nodded. Effie added, “Then what am I?"

“Wisteria," Jason replied, his tip pressing at her folds and causing her another pause. He didn't penetrate right away, so she glanced back into his gaze. “Something wild and beautiful, perhaps exotic. But, it can be tamed and cared for in the right hands."

“Is that you?" Her heated breath wisped onto his face. “Will you be the one to care for me? Tame me? Place me into your garden?"

“I can only try," he spread a coy grin, then like his fingers before, he slid right in. Those walls of inner flesh grabbed and pulled him in with desperation, as if he hadn't just forced her to gush minutes before. Effie threw her head back and shut her eyes, finally letting out an avian trill and caw as she wasn't required to silence herself like before. Somehow that fear of her getting intimate with this human had been lifted. With another twirl of her head, she locked eyes with him, as if asking why he would pause with his cock only halfway inside that needy hole. She had a point, genuinely so.

Enough teasing, then. He pushed in deep, another caw from his partner, creating a rhythm with a grab of her sides. There he rediscovered something he knew before, how cavernous she was given her body's originally built purpose. Griffons–any beast, actually–could outsize humans, but it was a bond that led Effie to choose him. It was easy enough for him to fit inside her canal, thrust in and out with purpose, but the hard part was winning her over and discovering that he needed this too. Jason needed the embrace of a winged beast, claws pressing his body to hers, legs spread for ease of access, then clamping around his hips. He needed her warm inner embrace, attempting to pull him back in with each backward tug, and the soft lashes of her tongue against his cheek of her appreciation and craving for more. She wanted more of their close contact, more soft slapping of their hips and crotches, more heavy breaths and quickened paces, then slowed and deep dives that touched at just the right places.

“Jason…I…love this," cooed the soothed griffon, feeling him slow down as he picked up on her words. “It's so…different…"

And there was no way for him to escape it now. Physically, her grip stopped him from trying, like any girl of her stature currently in missionary position. Each continued smack of his dick balls-deep into her feral pussy had a wet slap that echoed into the air, and it wouldn't be any drier the longer they mated. So too was his cock, firing off more of that lubricating excitement, keeping their rhythm and passion for as long as their bodies could manage. In a spark of lust, he grabbed hold of her brown furred head and brought it closer for a flurry of kisses, then moving down along her neck. She craned and twisted so he could perch his lips in those delicate spots, while her wings flared out and wrapped around his body like an extra blanket. The further down he went, the easier access it was, but the griffon was in paradise either way. Other males of her kin couldn't offer such delicacies like Jason could, so she treasured each one. She squirmed at his plowing cock, whimpered for his tender kisses, trilled for those gripping hands holding her like a proper mount.

“Mmm, Effie…" grunted out her lover, eyes shut now that his focus was turned to his lower carnal release, soon-to-be and withheld. “I love this too…as I love you too…" His stamina in love-making wasn't like a hunt in the wild. It was like he was constantly sprinting, and the mix of slowed and faster pacing didn't make much difference. It was inevitable, so he warned her as his eyes flashed open, “I need to release…"

“Do it! Don't hold back!" she begged, her vice-grip still locking them in place. “I want your seed!"

Those demands had to be met, so he fulfilled her wish. A few more powerful thrusts into her body, then he sheathed and into her body he would burst. The two lovers shared a duet of groans, grunts, moaning trills, and one elongated avian caw. Neither of them dare let go, wrapped around each other's bodies like their lives depended on it. His face buried against her chest, her toes curled with locking hindlegs, his hips gave an extra sheathed pump to further drain his balls. After all that, there wasn't much to say after his orgasm. A silent pause, both bodies spent and catching their breaths, collecting sense along the way. As far as either of them knew, nothing like this had ever transpired.

Jason didn't free himself just yet, but he had to ask Effie something rather important, “Effie…are we lovers now?"

“I think we are, yes…" she responded, body relaxed aside from her forelegs and wings cradling his body against hers.

“How strange…" he could only chuckle, knowing none of them had a graceful way to explain their relationship to their respective communities. What once started as two hunters crossing paths and choosing to form a peaceful acquaintance had now led to an attempted mating session.

“I believe I need a bath…" sighed Jason. “Do you mind letting me go?"

And she did, slowly uncoiling and freeing him to dismount. Upon exit, a trail of his semen connected them tip-to-vagina, but the fluid string sagged and broke with just a few more inches of separation. The rest of his load wouldn't leak outward for long; like any other quadruped, Effie was capable of perching up and bathing herself with her tongue. Quite the display for her human mate. She must have caught him staring as she giggled, “Do you enjoy this sight?"

“Oh, more than that," he chuckled in response. “Consider me jealous!"

She tilted her head in confusion. “Really? You can't do this?" And her surprise only raised further once he shook his head. “No wonder…" And just to tease, she cleaned off her vagina further, full display for the human with no pause gulping down that white seed oozing out. It was hard to tell how much of it was teasing and how much was her being thorough, but she couldn't clean for long. Rolling forward with a drilling shake of her body and calibrating stretch of her wings, Effie then stopped her mate before he could walk away further. “Shall I clean this too?" She tapped her beak at his groin.

“Naughty girl," he brushed her off, pulling up his once discarded trousers. His shirt would need to be replaced, but that was simply a short trip to a seamstress or tailor.

“Hmph, pervert," she countered, turning her back to return to that spot along the cliff. The sun had nearly set and the sky had barely visible stars, so she enjoyed the serenity.

Her mate turned and called out to her one more time, “I'll return tomorrow with another catch."

“Is that all…Master?" she replied with a glimmer in her blue eyes.

“We'll see…" he added, and finally trekked back down to his little town. Their lives remained relatively the same after such an event, with the added benefit that they traded more than just food, and play-fights would progress into another kind of roughhousing and belly-filling. As long as their clans were none the wiser, as long as neither of them talked too loudly of their unusual meetings and activities, the man and beast could flourish and share a deep bond like no other.