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That Maternal Feeling

There was a bit of a budding, friendly rivalry between Ceylon the gryphon mare and Mandarax the dragon. A tale as old as time itself, it seems. Like cats and dogs, dragons and gryphons were known to be mortal enemies, at least in the wild. In civilization they were simply rivals. Two of the apex predators of the land, each with subtly different strengths and weaknesses, each with their own territorial behaviours. And with Ceylon and Mandarax, their rivalry was fresh, borne from a call to arms answered by both of them in Arrenthen Castle at the behest of Queen Otille and King Aurelia.

They and three others heard about an opportunity for seemingly limitless wealth. To embark on a quest to attain some mystical gemstone in the Tri-Peak Mountains with a reward given to the one who brought it back to the ruling family. Lots of gold and coin. Two things both dragons and gryphons loved to hoard. Shinies. Not just that, but an opportunity to create bonds and gain reputation.

The reason the royal family was enlisting the help of mercenaries and adventurers was that they themselves couldn't send their military to find the gemstone since its rumoured location was right on the border but the exact location was unknown. Sending military into a foreign land to poach artifacts was a very direct route to war, and thus they had to seek outside help. Their truce with the Tehgolians was shaky at best, not a peace they wanted to trifle with. Not a risk they were willing to take if the gemstone ended up being on the other side of the border. A neutral party could cross without issue. Military personnel would be a declaration of war.

What did the gemstone do? They wouldn't say. What did it look like? They didn't know aside from the fact that it was either green or purple as opposed to the typical teal. All they knew beyond that was a general location and a handful of rumours and intelligence from what they considered to be 'trusted sources'. The gemstone was said to be pretty large and valued high enough that it could be enough to make its owner rich enough to buy a city. Any small city. Bar none. Immense wealth, and the royal family of Arrenthen wanted it for themselves and were willing to pay whatever it took to get it.

So, alongside a series of other like-minded mercenaries, Mandarax and Ceylon offered their services to the royal family alongside another dragon named Spike, a wolf named Bahn, and a bipedal gryphon named Zock. Of them, Bahn insisted they work together and split the winnings, and Zock agreed. Spike insisted it was a matter of 'whoever got to it first' and Mandarax agreed. Ceylon had different plans, as she had a bit more at stake than the others. This resulted in three distinct groups between the five of them with overlapping loyalties and plans. Not the most ideal way to accomplish a goal as treacherous as this but they were all well-versed in their craft and each had their own methods.

When the five of them first met outside the castle and during their briefing by the king and queen, Ceylon was acting inappropriate and strangely lewd considering the circumstances. Instead of listening intently and taking the details seriously, she was making distracting comments or sex jokes, just generally being awkward. Rather than listening to what she was being told about where the trail went cold or how to find out where to get further information, she was cracking jokes and being flirty not only with the other mercenaries but also with King Aurelia. Right in front of the queen.

Oddly, this didn't result in the gryphoness being ejected from the premises for making a pass at the stallion king but it did make the other four mildly annoyed with her. They wanted to find the gemstone and either use it for power or give it to the royal family to make riches and allies, yet Ceylon didn't seem to care about any of that. She was treating the whole ordeal as a way to hook up with others, to flirt with the other four who showed up. Of course, she also seemed to favour the larger blokes she met, having made a pass at the equine king and focusing a lot of her attention on Mandarax, the largest of the group of mercenaries. This would have been fine outside of the briefings.

Her attempts to hook up didn't work as well as she'd hoped. While she was the only female of the group, none of them were strictly straight and thus they weren't prone to throw themselves at her given the faintest opportunity to taste pussy. Spike, Bahn, and Mandarax were all bi with no real preference while Zock was showing no interest whatsoever in anything lascivious.

Of course, the moment they finished their briefing and they were sent on their way to begin their adventure, the mild annoyance washed away. The other mercenaries may have wanted to get information on their quest and were annoyed at Ceylon's inability or unwillingness to take it seriously at first, but once they had embarked on their journey they were a bit more receptive to her advances. Nobody was likely to turn down a flirty companion; they were mercenaries, not monks.

Still, she was a bit more aggressive with her flirtation than they were used to. It wasn't subtle. She was stepping ahead to show off, trotting with her tail held high while winking her clit to show arousal much like a mare in heat would. She wasn't in season, but the others wouldn't have figured that based on how shamelessly she was showing off. She'd give them bedroom eyes, make comments about how much she'd love to feel them inside her, and just generally being slutty to all four of her allies as they headed west of town and through the valley.

The Tri-Peak mountains were a mountain formation that started in the middle of the continent, with three ranges going north, southeast, and southwest. The crook that Arrenthen lived in was the one to the northeast, with a deep valley lining the Arrenthen basin and the edge of the mountain range. They had to cross the valley while heading west to make it to the mountains that served as a border between this nation and Tehgol to the west. Hence why it was such a dangerous location to be plundering.

And during this trek – out of town, down into the valley, and back up into the mountains – the group got a little closer. Sure, Mandarax and Spike all wanted to go their separate ways while Bahn and Zock wanted to work together with Ceylon getting in the way and making things awkward, in the end they all agreed that it was in their best interests to stick together, at least for now. But Ceylon was making that quite difficult for the others. She kept sending mixed signals, putting the others off.

What was most annoying was that any time any of them reached out to pat her on the rump or reciprocate her advances, she'd immediately turn on them, act indignant, and try to get them to focus on the quest at hand. Spike sidled up next to her and caressed her inner thigh with his tail only to have her push it away and step on it. Bahn offered to rub her paws and talons for her, since they were on such a long trek and she'd likely get sore and tired eventually. She accepted at first but the moment he tried anything else she kicked him away.

It was bad enough that she was giving mixed signals, but right after she rebuffed their advances she'd turn around and immediately flirt with them again. In the instance of Bahn getting kicked away, Ceylon got back to all fours, stretched, exposed her rump end fully, and made a comment about how much she'd love a paw or two massaging her insides. She was being very unpleasant but she seemed to do it with enough panache and charisma that she was able to talk herself out of any situation so none of the others stayed angry at her for long.

Her behaviour was unacceptable, but she was playing it off as though she didn't realize she was being flirty or that she wasn't able to control herself. She was very clearly being slutty but the way she was dealing with the matter and acting when the others reciprocated gave the impression she was somehow out of control. Like a mare in heat, naturally acting out the courtship rituals without thought. But she knew what she was doing. It just wasn't clear why she was doing it.

Mandarax was onto her little ploy from the get-go. He could tell she was being overly flirty at first, probably to throw them off the scent or keep them on their toes so she could get the gemstone herself. This is what sparked their little rivalry, bolstered by the history of dragons and gryphons in the past. He was already guarded and cautious around gryphon mercs, and Ceylon's behaviour was immediately concerning and raised a whole battalion's worth of red flags so he didn't let it get to him. Something was up, she was not acting normally, and he knew he needed to keep an eye on her.

But once they had left and had a day's worth of trekking beyond them, having crossed the valley and were making their way up the mountains, he started turning it around on her. While she was flirting and giving mixed signals, he'd do the same to her. Or he'd outright make fun of her, saying she wasn't his type or that his cock would split her in two, since she's a tiny and weak little gryphon. Any time he saw her making a pass at Spike or Bahn, he'd go in and do the same but do it in a way that was more dominant, more aggressive, and even more shameless to show her how silly she was being.

By the time they were starting to think about setting up camp for the night, both Ceylon and Mandarax had stopped bothering the other three members of the team and were just focusing on one another. And while she was clearly being mildly antagonistic, Mandarax was having fun with it. He wasn't used to dealing with another that was just as brash as him.

Back and forth they went, the tension between them so thick that the others could practically taste it. What started as idle flirtation and mild annoyance blossomed into a bit of a friendly rivalry and casual antagonism between them. Sure, they were allies on this quest, but their attitudes ensured they weren't exactly getting along. Ceylon couldn't break his spirits and he just wasn't putting up with her.

It made for an interesting camp-out that night.

The other three members of the party were behind them, while Ceylon and Mandarax led the way, both doing their best to act as the de-facto leader of the group. Ceylon was a rather large gryphon but Mandarax was easily twice her size, a true representation of their species' history. She was nimble and sleek, while he was thick and well armoured with scales and hide.

She shouldered him on the elbow. “I bet you're just in it to get the shiny and bail. I doubt you even want the riches. I can see it now, we find the gemstone, you hoard it like you do any other trinket back home, and then you get to show it off to all the dragoness hens so they lift their tail for you."

He stood tall, head up with a half-cocked smirk. “And I doubt your thought process even goes that far. I bet you'd find it, sit on it, and hide it inside yourself because you're so horny right now, a rock would get you off. Hey, look, it's a pebble for your tiny little burd pussy." He pointed to a pile of stones on the side of the path, each no more than the size of a chicken egg.

“Jokes on you, those are way too small for me." She was quite proud of her sexual skills in that regard, hence why she was so brash about flirting with the stallion king Aurelia and Mandarax.

It's also why Mandarax kept teasing her about how she was a tiny gryphon and that she couldn't take any dragons with a tiny little feline pussy. Even though he knew from how shameless Ceylon was being that she absolutely didn't have a petite feline hole but instead a meaty and stretchy mare cunt. “You say that but I just don't believe you. Why don't you show us all just how much you can take."

She narrowed her gaze. “We've got shit to do, stop being such a drake-whore."

“Yes, that's me. Total whore." Mandarax mocked, then bounded forward a few paces and started trotting sensually, tail up to expose his tail hole and genital slit. “Oh look at me, slutty gryphon, gonna let everyone see how horny I am!" As he hopped from one set of talons to the other, his cock tip poked out from his slit to reveal its jet-black, blunt girth.

Ceylon actually had to gulp to not respond to this. She was being abrasive with her tone but that cock looked exactly like the sort of thing that she craved. Distraction or not, she'd love to feel his black flesh in hers. “That's not how I trot." She countered, then advanced a few paces ahead of him to do so with her back arched and her head held high. “This is how you trot. Gingerly. Barely moving the ground beneath you. Dragons are heavy and clumsy. I bet they could feel your lumbering steps in the village in the valley. Ya big oaf." As she made her moves, her meaty mare lips jiggled from side to side, drips of her fluids falling and seeping into the dirt.

“Of course you'd say that. Weak little gryphoness, no weight on her. If I ate you, you'd be an appetizer and nothing more. Of course you can bounce around without making a sound, but how is that going to instill fear in your enemies? Nobody fears gryphons. Everyone respects and admires Dragons." He was drooling a bit watching her cavort about, but it wasn't for food. It was because he wanted a taste of that meaty pussy of hers. But just like her teasing and refusals, he wasn't going to let her know that. More fun to poke at her and antagonize.

Ceylon was getting onto his schemes as well, having realized he was mocking her. This led to a bit of a stand-off between them. He knew she was being tricky and she knew that he knew and was aggravating her in turn. So when they finally found a place to set up camp, there wasn't much purpose to playing coy anymore.

While Spike, Bahn, and Zock were cooking some food over a bonfire, the clearing atop the cliff cleared off so that the larger ones could sleep without a tent, Ceylon trotted away to be on her own at the top of a waterfall. No ulterior motives, she just had to relieve herself and assumed that would be the best place to do so since the roar of the waterfall would mask her sounds and wash away the mess.

Of course, she was expecting what happened next. As she was finishing up, her loins clenching to push the last of her fluids out, she felt the rumbling sensations of a nearby dragon pushing through the underbrush and approaching her. Mandarax emerged from the treeline, head held high, looking down at her like he was displaying dominance over her.

“Cute." She said. Gently teasing him. “I bet that works on most doesn't it?"

“Yeah. Yeah it does. But it won't work on you, will it?" He took a step closer, keeping his stance tall and regal. His chest was puffed out and his wings were partially spread to make himself look even bigger; a feral display tactic but one that worked.

She shook off her hindquarters and winked her clit to finish up, then used the base of her tail to wipe herself dry. “No. No it will not. I appreciate the display and the attempts to get in my way but you can stop now. It won't do you any good."

He huffed. “I can stop now? I'm not the one flirting with everyone and giving them blue balls. Tell me, Ceylon, why are you here? What do you have at stake that you're in the party but clearly don't want to help? I'd understand if you were just some slutty gryphon or something, a lot of you hen types are, but you're not. Something else is going on, isn't there?"

“Sure, if you say so." She rolled her eyes and met him in the clearing between the tree line and the stream that cascaded over the nearby cliffs. “You caught me. What are you gonna do about it?"

“I think the real question is, what are you gonna do to stop me?" He raised a talon and pressed it down between her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. He expected her to resist or to fight back some how – it was a lot more fun when there was a bit of a struggle – but she not only stayed in place but spread her wings in a show of submission. Something wasn't right, but he played along, his cock slowly emerging from its depths to leak a thick strand of his fluids into the dirt and grass.

She fake wiggled under his talon, pretending to struggle but was really just adjusting herself so she was in a more comfortable position. “How original." She mocked. “A dragon trying to use his strength to take control? Try using some charisma or diplomacy to get what you want. I'm sure you'd be a far more engaging presence if you used your brain as well as your brawn." Her voice was laced with sneering condescension but she was also being sultry, like she dared him to protest.

He stood tall over her, talon still on her back to pin her in place as he leaned forward and craned his neck to get a better look at her hindquarters. She was in a wide-stance position with her hind paws on the ground in a feline squat position, clearly begging for attention with her tail curled up over the small of her back. Mandarax couldn't help but let his length drop, its girth slowly slipping from his slit one ridge at a time until it was just out of reach of Ceylon's beak. “Now why would I do that?" He teased, pressing all his weight down on her shoulders while he brought his other talon forward to grip one of her rump cheeks.

After a full day of back-and-forth, she wasn't worming her way out of it. He'd been eagerly waiting for her to drop her guard since they left the castle, it was time to let her have it.

“I suppose you're right." She fluttered gently beneath him. “I usually prefer a more discerning partner, one with more brains than brawn. But as I am exposed to your raw bestial appeal, I can definitely see where and why you can get away with it." As she spoke, she outstretched her neck as far as it would go, hoping to rub against his slick, black shaft. Her pussy lips twitched and her clit winked, squeezing out a gooey strand of creamy arousal onto the dirt. If she was faking it, she was doing a very good job. Her desire was palpable.

Her apparent lust inspired him to press down harder, grinding her chest into the ground while his other claw clenched even tighter around his rump. “Oh, I've got brains, but why waste energy using them when my brawn is enough?" He went so far as to bury his snout, upside down, between her thighs to bury his tongue inside her, tasting her nectar while her clit winked against his nose. To his delight, her pussy was roomy, easily taking the girth of his tongue all while caressing it in waves and alternately squeezing so tight it nearly pushed him out and relaxing in such a way it actually sucked on it. Such expert manipulation of him coaxed more of his member free of its confines.

In addition to his growing arousal and leaning back to better nuzzle her pussy lips, Ceylon was able to reach out and finally press the side of her beak to his shaft. Once she felt the heat of it on her cere, she curled her neck to pull it closer and smear all over her upper body plumage all while reaching out with her equally black talons to do what she could to stroke and control him. It was proving difficult as she was pinned tight to the ground and unable to move. All she could do was cradle and fondle his tip while nuzzling his shaft with her cheek.

Mandarax took note of this and growled deeply, the reverberations emanating from his gullet so intense and deep that they shook the leaves from the nearest trees. He was sure others at the camp heard him but he didn't care. He did, however, adjust his body so that he was almost entirely pressing down on her, his belly pressed to her back, his own wings covering hers as he pressed his chest to her haunches. Ceylon nearly disappeared beneath him as he laid all his weight on her; there was no way she'd get away as he kept working her lips with his tongue. He did manage to slip his one front leg out from under him, as he no longer needed to keep her pinned down with his torso on top of her; this allowed him to use that other talon to grab her other rump cheek and spread both apart, lightly gaping her and allowing him freer access to her depths.

She couldn't help but grunt, clenching all her lower abdominal muscles to constrict her passage and make a bit of a mess as her fluids spattered all over his muzzle while her clit winked and her lips peeled apart to create a visible slit of bright pink. She wasn't paying too much attention to that, though; even if she was using that part of her as a distraction she couldn't help but be fixated on the girth of Mandarax's cock.

It it was unlike anything she'd seen or felt before. It was, like the rest of him, broad and thick, wide and ridged with thick plates that overlapped. His cock wasn't perfectly round but instead a bit flat with a tip akin to a shovel. Perfect to really wedge in there and get deeper. It was actually perfect for what Ceylon had in mind.

With a bit of a struggle, she was able to reach out and grab his broad cock tip and force it into her gaping beak, letting the wide base of it rest heavily on her tongue. She wanted to taste it, to feel it in her crop stretching out her throat wide like a snake. She even had to gape open her maw and do the avian equivalent to unhinging her jaw just to open up wide enough to let his head slip past the firmness of her beak. Birds could do that with bigger food, it was a skill not many knew since most saw it as being exclusive to snakes and some dragons.

Such an impressive feat made Mandarax do a bit of a double-take. He could see past her body and feel in his flesh what she was doing and he worried for a moment that he might hurt her. He was much larger than her and he didn't know beaks to be stretchy or pliable in the least. However, as he watched and felt the gulp that followed, he was relieved to know she'd be fine. Her flesh was snug, but not uncomfortable. Tight, but not restrictively so.

And gulp she did, allowing her maw and gullet to dilate and distend, relaxing to allow his length to force itself deeper one ridge at a time. At first it was just gravity and her gulping motion that eased his cock to bulge her throat, but once he felt her gullet flesh around his head he bucked hard and aggressively, burying himself to the hilt in one motion that forced her neck to grow three sizes all the way to her shoulders.

Rather than focus on enjoying her tender pussy flesh, Mandarax reared up, widening the stance of his hind legs while squatting down to buck into her, front legs resting on her pinned haunches. Confident that she was going to be fine, he submitted himself to his carnal lust. His wings wrapped around not only to claim her as his own but also to use his wing thumbs to dig into the base of her neck and hold her in place, using her throat flesh to stroke himself while thrusting.

Again he let out a powerful roar, this time a deeper but not as loud version to ensure the reverberations of his vocalization travelled through his body and into hers all the while. His chest remained on her back, pinning her in place while his claws dug into her rump to push her down onto his member, forcing her beak to not only slide all the way to the base but also slip between his slit lips, pinning her in place.

All the while she was gulping and twisting her neck, nuzzling his member with her gullet flesh cradling him like a snake forcing its way down a meal. His cock was so thick that her distended throat was stretched so far that her plumage looked thin and the pink of her flesh was almost see-through, revealing the subtle indentations and black flesh of his member coursing through her and throbbing.

She continued to gulp and bob her head back and forth, eager to tease him and taste every bit of him right up to the point she felt he was about to fill her belly. The second she felt his thrusting grow erratic and his loins tense up in rhythmic pulsations, she pushed out from under him with astounding strength, escaping his grasp. As she did this, his cock was tugged from her throat in a single messy squelch followed by a guttural belch as her gaped gullet closed up and she adjusted her jaw, trails of thick dragon slime nearly escaping her beak before she licked it up.

Sexually frustrated, he leapt at her to get her to finish what she started, but she dodged to the side and avoiding him, yawning like a snake before grinning at him. She went to speak but some of the copious fluid he left in her throat got caught up and nearly made her choke. Eventually, she regained her composure and winked at him. “Come now, Mandarax, we really should be focusing on the gem. How very unprofessional of you to try to take advantage of your team member."

She then jauntily walked past him to return to camp. He tried to claw at her to grab her only to have her crack her tail like a whip at him, leaving a patch of pain on his forearm even through his thick protective scales. As it turned out, she was more capable than he gave her credit.

His cock was still hanging out and drooling into the dirt, having gotten so close to climax. He felt a deep discomfort within him as well as a fire in his chest borne of frustration. Once Ceylon was beyond the treeline, he smirked to himself. “Well played, gryphon. Well played." And while he had a full bodied discomfort from not climaxing and being frustrated at his inability to take her, he was impressed by her moxie. It also inspired him to start planning his payback.

Blue-balled, he followed her back to the camp without ever satisfying himself. He had to store up as much as he could for later.

Ceylon, Mandarax, Spike, Bahn, and Zock all sat around the campfire eating dinner together, discussing plans while Ceylon continued to tease and act innocent whenever someone chose to take her up on her flirtations. Spike in particular was well versed in the scent of dragon sex and was aware that something happened between them while they were gone by the waterfall. He was sure of it but didn't want to prod too much.

At least he tried to be discrete until he just outright blurted, “You two have fun?"

Mandarax and Ceylon exchanged glances without answering the question. It went unanswered until they all headed to sleep, with the pair of them on opposite sides of the campsite while the other three all remained in their tents. This ensured they could watch each other overnight to make sure none could pull a fast one on anyone else.

Despite working together for the gemstone, there was a lot of disrust between them.

This tension remained until the moon rose in the sky and the crickets began to chirp. Both of them were intent on watching the other, yet they both eventually lost themselves to sleep, where they finally relaxed with feelings of friendly malice in their hearts.

The next morning, Mandarax woke with a yawn to see that a certain pair of gryphons and Bahn had disappeared. Ceylon had taken the other two, leaving only Spike and Mandarax at camp. Spike was still asleep so Mandarax fulfilled his own prophecy by slipping away without waking the dragon. By all means, the party had disbanded and went their separate directions, yet that didn't mean Mandarax wasn't interested in catching up with the others, especially the bird that left him blue-balled.

He still had the scent and taste of Ceylon on his tongue and coating his lips, so he used that to start tracking her through the rest of the pathway en route to the rumoured destination of the gem. All the while, he was a perfect blend of impressed with her getaway, frustrated with his lack of release, and a holding back a certain hunger that could only be satisfied by feeding her a meal of dragon seed.

His trek took him all the way to midday as he followed the trail of her scent smeared all over the leaves of local ferns and flowers. Her trail was so easily managed that he was certain she was doing it on purpose, leading him on, luring him into a trap. He could have spread his wings and flew high, getting a better survey of the land, but then he might not see her lost in the dense foliage of the mountain cliffs and woods.

Eventually, after hours of trekking and tracking, he emerged upon a rather large plateau nestled in the mountain range, a basin of forest accented by something immensely valuable. Ademane crystals. Energized pure magic crystals growing out of the ground, lining rocks, and covered in moss. The glowing teal crystals hummed and resonated all around him, giving him a deeply uneasy sensation as the frequency passed through his body. An unease accentuated by excitement.

Pure crystal ademane was worth more than gold, at least by weight. It was not only rare and valuable in terms of coin and cash, but pure distilled ademane crystals also had transitive magical properties and virtually limitless potential. It was this reminder that made him realize what was so important about the gemstone they were sent to find and bring back.

Most ademane crystals were teal, its natural colour, but the gemstone they were tasked with finding was said to be either purple or green, two even rarer colours that indicated it had specific magical properties. It was enchanted by something, clearly something powerful. Otherwise the reward wouldn't be so high. Clearly dangerous or more people would have answered the call. There was a good chance others had attempted to find the gemstone and failed. This gave him pause and caution.

This just made Mandarax even more determined to be the first to find it. Or if he wasn't the first to get there he'd be the one who took it back to the castle for the reward. Or even better, he'd get it appraised and keep it for himself to add to his hoard. The thought made him snarl and growl, his guttural vocalization matching the pitch of the hum of the ademane crystals around him to make the whole forest sound like it was growling with him.

Once he arrived at the ademane crystal wood, he was very careful to keep an eye on every step and every little thing underfoot. He was a large and powerful dragon, one with a lot of heft to go with every movement. If he accidentally ran into a tree or snapped a branch he was concerned it might agitate the forest itself.

Under most circumstances, a forest would be inanimate. Alive, but without any sort of agency. A normal forest with trees that grew and flowers that blossomed. But an ademane crystal wood was different. Given the volume and concentration of magic in the area, the very plants themselves could have been alive and blessed with spirit enough to react to his presence. Break one twig and the rest of the tree could reach around and slap him. Crush a gemstone and it could summon vines to ensnare him and keep him held down while they violated him.

Magic flora was not to be trifled with. He was a powerful, strong dragon that could tussle with the best and topple the rest with ease, but magically spirited plants were not something to mess with. For all intents and purposes, the forest itself had a soul with emotions and desires. He needed to be considerate of the plant life if he was going to make it out alive. Perhaps that was why this was such a dangerous quest. Perhaps others had found their way to the ademane crystal wood and didn't know enough to respect the land and were thus trapped here forever.

Mandarax would not make that same mistake. Ceylon teased him for being all brawn and no brains, but that's not the truth at all. He was as smart as others and had the brawn to pretend otherwise. It was the best way to confound his enemies and get the upper hand if they underestimated his mind.

Ceylon's trail seemed to go cold soon after entering the crystal wood. The path up the mountain and into the basin that held he crystal wood was pretty straightforward, signposted by bits of fluids of hers left on all the ferns and leaves along the trail. It was easy for him to sniff and tell which direction she went at any and every juncture. However, once he got to the plateau, the trail went cold.

Furthermore, he had no additional information about where to go next or how to go about finding the gemstone. All the maps got him into this general vicinity but beyond that he had no further hints. He opined to himself, now realizing why it would have been smarter to stick together and find the gemstone as a collective instead of apart. Once arriving in the woods, they could have fanned out to find what they sought, or at the very least could fend off any defences from the woods themselves.

All things considered, Mandarax assumed he'd be fine. He was the biggest and strongest of the crew and was alert and aware enough to be prepared for an ambush no matter what happened. Of the team he was the best equipped, even if the others may very well have been ahead of him. His only option was to explore. To follow routes and to mentally draw a map in his mind so he knew where he was going and what he was doing.

Cartography was not his strongest suit, so he basically walked to one end of the forest, met a cliff, and followed it as far north as it could go. From there, he doubled back about fifty meters away, taking note of landmarks such as a gemstone shaped as a heart, a patch of tree-sized mushrooms, the particular bends of a meandering stream, and any other unique tree shapes. This mental mapping kept him busy right up until evening with no fruitful gains.

He didn't see any of the others wandering the woods, he didn't hear a peep from Ceylon or the birds he was sent out with, and the scent trail had long since been lost and never found. He was on his own, which in many ways was good for him. This was what he wanted, even if it wasn't going to help him find the gemstone.

The entire time he scoured the crystal woods, he was thinking about what he'd do if he finally did catch up with Ceylon. Now that they were far away from the others, a day's journey away from civilization, and he was suffering with groin cramps this whole time that needed to be dealt with. IT slowed him down a bit, the distractions and the pressure in his loins, but that just inspired him to keep going. Now he was saving up for her. She'd teased him and left him unable to satisfy his urges, she needed to be the recipient of his load. One way or another.

Once the sun had set and the only source of light was the glowing ademane crystals illuminating the forest coupled with a glowing mist emanating off them, he was starting to consider finding the exit and resting for the night. Without the sun in the sky to guide him, to let him know whether he was facing east or west, it was getting increasingly difficult to ensure he didn't overlap his backtracking.

Under most circumstances he'd have just laid down and called it a night. Not many creatures, be they anthro or feral, dared disturb a dragon of his size regardless of whether he was awake or not. But in the crystal wood, he feared that sleeping near any trees or bushes could result in him waking up tethered to the ground by vines. That was not something he wanted to risk.

En route back to the entrance, he came across something peculiar. The broken down, moss and vine covered remains of what appeared to be a temple or a small village worth of rock huts. In the relative dim light of the glowing crystals, he could make out a pretty interesting layout, with one big ruin in the middle with twelve other smaller ones laid around it like a clock, trees and ademane growing out from in between each one. He had no idea what it meant but it was clearly done this way on purpose. The twelve must have meant something, only the Dalonian clock only had 10 hours each half of the day, each hour 100 minutes.

He was trying to find an explanation when he heard something nearby. A shuffling sound coming from the middle of the centre ruin. He got closer to see if he could find out where it was coming from only to notice a peculiar discoloration of some of the rocks beneath him, a perfect rectangle with four yellow gemstones on each corner. The yellow part was peculiar.

Could be a trap. He was ready to deal with a trap. So he lightly tapped one of the crystals to see what happened only to have the discoloured rocks disappear, revealing a stairwell down to some sort of underground chamber illuminated by a rainbow of all colors glowing and pulsating in waves.

The stairwell was wide enough, so Mandarax made his way down, gingerly touching each step before putting any weight on it to ensure he didn't trigger any further traps. Just in case. And as he reached the bottom, he emerged into a cavern that was in better condition than the above ground ruins. There were still vines and moss all over, but the rocks and bricks that formed the foundation and the dome-shaped ceiling were all nearly immaculate, with hard edges and untouched surfaces. The dome itself looked like it was exactly the right size to go underneath all the other buildings surrounding the middle one, and there were twelve archways leading to nothing lining the outer wall.

And in the opposite side of the room was Ceylon, perched above an altar sitting on the green and purple gemstone that was the shape of an egg and about the size of a blitzball, back arched and plump mare cunt lips wrapped around its egg-shaped crest like she was trying to shove it inside her, to un-lay it. The gemstone was glowing, giving Ceylon's white plumage a lovely cascade of purple and green while the slime from her pussy dribbled down it.

Having noticed him, she swung her head around and ceased her grinding, narrowing her gaze. “Impressive. I wasn't expecting you to actually find the place." She grunted a bit as she leaned back, putting more weight on the egg-shaped gemstone to have her lips dilate and stretch, slowly sliding down its length. “I was hoping to be out of here before you arrived."

Mandarax held his head up high, looking down at her over his snout. He wasted no time making his way across the room to the altar where Ceylon was trying to take in the gemstone. “Well you didn't, and you left me with something I have to give back." He picked up the pace into a gallop, getting her off guard as he leapt at her, talons and wings outstretched.

She was still sitting on the gemstone with her lips dilated and wrapped around the thin end of the egg-shape, not sure if she needed to take him seriously or not. Once she realized he was not slowing down, she kicked herself away from the altar – which left her gaping and spewing bits of her fluids all over the floor and nearby altar while also leaving the top half of the gemstone soaked – and bounded off the walls in an attempt to avoid him.

The dragon may have been a massive and heavy beast, but he was an expert hunter that knew exactly what to expect. He pivoted mid-stride, redirected his momentum, and caught her mid pounce, tackling her into the wall while biting down on her neck through her thick plumage. He went to slam her down and pin her in place but her mane of feathers and her own wormy motions allowed her to slip out from under him and bound away.

In her haste, her long tail was outstretched so far behind her that he was able to step on it, grabbing it near the end right before the fluffy bulb at the tip. She slammed down on the ground and he was about to reel her in by the tail when it opened up like a three-jawed snake and bit his wrist, startling him enough to make him let go.

Ceylon grabbed this opportunity and quickly dashed away towards the exit, leaving Mandarax behind. This gave him just enough time to have to decide between grabbing the gemstone and giving chase to her, a choice that was far more difficult than it seemed at first.

He chose to go after her. Not only was there a chance she'd activate the gemstones and potentially lock him inside, but he could catch her first and get the ademane egg after. With that in mind, he turned tail and bounded back up the stairs after her, galloping up and emerging out of the underground just in time to have the illusion erected behind him.

Ceylon was dashing away, building up momentum and a clearing to fly. Mandarax was slightly larger and was able to catch up to her, once again tackling her just as she was about to rebound off a tree trunk and into the sky.

They tumbled together, chipping elongated chunks of crystallized ademane off the tree only to roll and land with her on top. She was surprisingly strong considering how small she was. Something Mandarax noted from the night before.

He growled at her, snapped at her beak, and tried to grab her with his front talons only to have her leap off him, do a flip in midair with the help of her wings, and land above him, her entire body twisting his wrist just enough that he had to let go. Immediately, he rolled to all fours and lunged at her, maw open and front claws outstretched.

This time Ceylon was ready for him, she leapt back with her beak and talons open. The pair of them clashed in midair, hovering a bit with the pump of their wings. They tumbled head over tails, then slammed down together, both upside down in between two of the ruins. With a bit of a scramble they kicked away from each other, clawed at the air to keep the other at bay, and ended up in a stand off, crouched down on all fours with eyes trained on the other.

Ceylon grinned. “Good for you, you're quite the strong one." She complimented in between deep, heaving breaths.

“And you, too. For such a tiny, light bird you have untold strength." He raised up to pounce on her, maw open when she stepped back and raised a talon to him. This made him stop in confusion.

Once she saw that he was backing off for a moment, she glanced around. “I want you to know that I'm not using my magic on you. If I was, then this fight would be over in seconds. All these gems, all this crystallized ademane, it's pure. It's pure and begging to siphon up any magic in the area. If I used magic, or if you used magic, it would be drained from you and dispersed among the crystals around you."

He narrowed his gaze. “Okay, but I don't use magic, so that doesn't affect me."

“Fair, fair. But I want you to know that-"

Mandarax did not give her time to respond. Knowing she was at a disadvantage he took the opportunity to pounce her once more, this time tackling her and holding her tight to his body as the pair of them tumbled away from the ruins. He kept grip on her wing to keep her in place and pinned her down again, chest to the ground with his groin hovering over her hindquarters.

Beneath him, she squirmed and tried to wriggle out to no avail. She seemed to be trying less, though, as he had relatively less difficulty holding her in place. She squawked and chirped and hissed at him, limbs and wings splayed out beneath her. “Now listen here, you-"

He didn't let her finish. He pressed his other front talon down on her beak to shut it and silence her while his cock slowly descended from his slit, each ridge and segment of it unfolding to sway between his hind legs. “Quiet, you. It's time for you to get what you should've gotten last night."

To his shock, as he made his threat her tail just sorta slid to the side and curled over the small of her back, revealing the glistening black flesh of her plump, soaking wet pussy lips. She winked her clit, spewed some of her fluid all over his shaft, and settled down a bit as she accepted defeat. Naturally, this concerned him as a distraction tactic so he simply pushed down harder while leaning into her, the length of his cock pressing up between her thighs to smear his own fluids all over her.

All the while, she simply adjusted her hind end to better accommodate him, ensuring that she was in the most comfortable position available considering her predicament beneath him. It was the best she could do. And sensing that arguing would just make things worse she simply huffed, sighed, and growled at him without retort.

“No sass from you now, is there?" He taunted, careful to keep his weight on her while he adjusted his position. With a few groin tensions and a gentle arch of his back, he was able to hoist up his cock tip to leave it resting in between the base of her tail, the mounds of her hips, and the plump flesh of her pussy. From that angle he could force himself into her rump, but that's not what he wanted. She'd teased him and now she needed to take all of his load somewhere it couldn't escape

She widened her stance a bit, loosening up her depths and lowering her hindquarters so he had a better angle. She knew she was defeated, and to the victor went the spoils. She even kept winking her pussy like she wanted it, each contraction oozing out more of her fluids to mix with his; she had been trying to take the gemstone egg inside her, it made sense she was still moist with arousal.

Mandarax knew that it was only a matter of time before she slithered out from under him or used a distraction to escape, so he wasted no time pushing into her. The blunt, wide tip of his cock forced her lips apart, making the flesh distend in a V-shape with the crux at the top of her clit. He was shocked at how easily his length slid into her at first, considering how much larger he was than her. His member was easily as big around as her upper thigh, all while being thicker and heavier than any limb of hers given his drake body and build.

Sure, she'd been prepared to take an egg prior to him discovering her, one as big around as her torso, but this still surprised him. Didn't stop him from using more force, though. With her pinned down and him prepared to keep her there if need be, he arched his back, widened his wingspan, and slowly forced himself in deeper and deeper. He wasn't thrusting, he was just slowly descending into her depths, each ridge of his catching on her lips and lurching past with a glorious squelch one ring at a time. Her flesh continued to distend, her opening dilated to the point it was just a perfect circle between her hips, the cute little button that was her rump squeezed in between it and her tail base.

Deeper and deeper he forced himself as she winced, writhed, and hissed at him from below. She tried to wiggle out from under him but he simply grabbed her wing bends, pinned both to the ground, and kept all his wight on her; she was strong but she wasn't dumb enough to risk too much torque on her hollow bones.

Once he was convinced she was going to stop struggling, he bit down on her neck and started to pull out, his massive cock ridges tugging on her flesh from inside to give her lips a distended look, almost like she was trying to hold in a knot. This was followed by a series of glorious, audible pops and squelches as bits of fluid and air escaped, spattering their combined essence onto a nearby crystal growth that had been emerging out from the ground near a rock.

The fluids sizzled and turned to mist, while the crystal glowed a bit brighter for a second. This was mildly distracting but not enough to keep him from forcing himself in to the hilt again, this time with a bit more aggression and a bit more speed. He knew the plan, and the thought of it mixed with the snug grip on his cock kept him filly firm and pumping fluid deep into her.

His scaled belly pressed to her groin, slit lips touching vulva as he went as deep as he could go. To his shock, she had a very deep pussy and could take it all without much trouble. That was good, he wasn't going to hurt her even if he wanted to teach her a lesson.

So with his cock buried as deep as it could go, he quickly started pumping and thrusting, bucking his hips to tug out his length to leave only the tip inside her only to ram it all back inside. Every single ridge made a slapping, popping sound as it slammed into and tugged out of her lips, the girth of his member proving to be a little too much for her flesh to handle. The lube they secreted mixed well and kept her slick but the more he slammed into her and the more he pulled out, the more intense the friction as bits of their mess kept splashing out to soak the ground beneath them.

In and out he went, bucking so hard her lower beak dug a furrow into the dirt and the grass started to stain her perfectly white feathers. And he was relentless, slamming into her with all his might so that his belly scales slammed against her hips, soaking her so much that they slapped even though it was scales on fur. His thick, meaty cock plowed through her, bulging her belly with each thrust and making her flesh distend like elastic, tugging on her like she was laying an egg every time.

She was pinned down, but she also loved the pressure. Once he got into his rhythm she stopped struggling too much and actually started to grunt and twitch her loins to help pleasure him. Was she doing so to get it over with faster or was she doing it because she was genuinely turned on by his dominance? It was hard to tell. Perhaps a bit of both.

Definitely a bit of both.

Ceylon let Mandarax keep the pressure on her shoulders, wing, and neck, giving into his dominance. She kept her hindquarters splayed out and her tail arched over her lower back, distended pussy flesh pushed out to swallow up as much of him as her body could handle. As he kept thrusting, slamming deep and battering her depths to invade her womb, she started grunting and pushing back, constricting her abdomen the whole time to better press out. This shortened her pussy depth, descending her cervix, and constricted his cock in the process.

Of course this didn't mean he held back. Quite the contrary, the extra lubrication and friction combined to make him even more aggressive, forcing himself deeper – well, as deep as he could go – with every motion. He slammed his blunt tip against her pert, donut-shaped cervix, the pressure loosening it up a bit each time, dilating it a bit wider with each thrust. He could feel the extra firm tightness of her depths stretching to swallow him up, to accommodate him, and all that combined with her clenching and pushing back and arching her spine alongside each thrust was exactly what he needed to send him over the edge.

She forced herself onto him, pussy flesh struggling to contain him as his blunt tip continued to assault her womb. The intense pressure and deep discomfort of such a penetration triggered something deep inside her, something that made her depths more malleable and elastic.

With each one of his aggressive bucks, she grunted a bit deeper and pushed a bit harder, forcing her womb and cervix to slam back into him the same time he bucked into him, like a mare's would. With each twitch and each gut-busting motion, her flesh dilated just a bit more until his cock head finally burst through, invading her womb while her cervix clamped tight around his head.

This sealed him inside, plugging her womb with the thickness of his cock and the shape of his head. Of course, this meant that he had little to no recourse for how to respond as his thick cock was tied to her like a knotted beast, tugging her flesh with each motion. He still thrust, pulling as much as he could only to feel her womb descend with him, cervix unwilling to let go.

The combined pressure and slickness and friction of her flesh wrapped tightly around him brought him right to the cusp of his climax, the intensity of the grip sending waves of pleasure down each and every ridge of his cock and all the way into his depths. In an odd twist, this plateau of pleasure only served to drive his focus and inspire him to push down on her a bit harder, ensuring this was not when she escaped him.

He wrapped his talon around her wing, offered another thrust to go as deep as possible, and relaxed enough to let his climax burst through. His loins constricted, his hips bucked, and his flesh twitched in orgasmic delight as every ridge on his cock splayed out to hold him in place, all to pump her full with his seed.

A gooey mess erupted into her womb, splashing against her back wall and curling back around to soak his cock tip, a pressure so intense it could be seen pressing out against her lower belly. It was like a hose, a thick stream of dragon essence filling up her depths and adding pressure to her womb as more and more burst through. The added constriction of her cervix around his cock tip amplified the intensity, pinching off his passage and making it jet into her with significantly more pressure.

But that wasn't enough. It just didn't stop! He'd been left wanting the night before and every passing moment since then, including a full day's worth of scouring the crystal wood, he'd been building up anticipation and his reserves. The moment he finally allowed himself to release, it was like a floodgate being open, a thick explosion of dragon seed being pumped directly into her womb.

It started simple, his flared out ridges anchoring him against her cervix as his length clenched and twitched, forcing masses upon masses of thick cum to cascade into her. It bulged out her belly, poking at her abdominal wall only to be lost in the bloat as her womb grew and grew inside her to handle all he had to offer. She went from being sleek and well toned to pudgy within less than a minute of continued inflation. Soon after that, her walls grew bloated as her insides continued to swell with more and more of his essence.

His gift. He was giving her all he had to offer both as punishment for teasing him and thanks for letting him finally release. And it just kept coming.

More and more, his cum pumped into her, cock twitching in waves only to have her flesh steadily swell and distend. Her womb literally inflated with cum, filling her torso and growing her belly to the point her entire gut was resting heavily on the ground despite her hindquarters being raised up. There was no room between her hips and the grass that stained her white belly fur, and he just kept swelling with dragon seed!

Finally, after he felt the last of his seed empty from deep within his loins, Mandarax was finally able to relax a bit. He let go of her wing while keeping her pinned down, finally relaxing over top of her as his cock continued to idly twitch with a series of lingering ejaculations. Nothing was left to transfer but that didn't stop his ridges from tickling her walls and his member from pressing out against the added pressure of her cervix and womb.

He snarled deep into her ear as a warning. “I win this round, gryphon. You'd best keep every last drop of this inside you. Every. Last. Drop. If you let it out I'll know, and I'll have to give you more." He wiggled a bit, the shift in his weight lining up perfectly so that just the smallest bit of his seed escaped her cervix and cascaded between her walls and his cock, soaking his member all the way from her clit to the base of his slit. When he looked back, he could see that her tail maw – the one that bit his wrist when he was trying to grab it – was leaking cum. This meant that it must have also been connected to her womb somehow.

Seeing this, he growled at her again and stomped her on the back of the head to really get the point across. “I said don't let a single drop out. Fix that!" He commanded.

But just as he was about to pull out and go about his quest with the gem, they heard the snap of a nearby twig and they both turned back to see that one of the other adventurers had been watching them this whole time and was furiously fapping to the image. They couldn't tell who it was, as they were hiding behind one of the broken down ruin walls and only the sound of their slick fapping could be heard. All they could see was the whites of their eyes poking through a hole between the rocks.

Mandarax and Ceylon growled and hissed at the onlooker but then Mandarax grinned devilishly, licking his lips as he stepped off Ceylon and turned to them. His cock popped out of her, leaving her gaped from lips to cervix as the tiny bit of seed that had escaped her trickled out over her cavernous cunt and cascaded over her winking clit. His cock swung heavily, a bridge and webs of his essence painting the ground and a nearby crystal.

With a snarling prowl, he prepared to pounce the onlooker while Ceylon turned her focus back to the egg gemstone. She had reasons for wanting to smuggle it away that she couldn't really deal with at the time, which was made hard by the fact that she was inflated to three times her normal girth as his dragon seed sloshed around inside her.

She could have pushed it out and retrieved the egg while he was distracted by the onlooker, but she chose not to. It meant she wouldn't be smuggling the relic out of the crystal woods, but part of her thought that was just fine. It wasn't ideal but she felt compelled to comply with his demands.

It's so very hard to resist the maternal feeling to keep a drake's seed inside.

Mandarax and Ceylon stared at each other from either side of the ruins. She was bloated with his seed and his cock was gradually slipping back up into his slit. He stood tall, proud, and more than a little arrogant about having come out on top. She was crouched down, chest to the ground and bulging belly dragging along the dirty, vine-covered ruins.

“This isn't over between us." She hissed at him, wings and feathers flared to show her anger.

He just smirked. “I wouldn't be so sure of that." He looked down over his snout at her, confident that even if she wanted to pursue him there was nothing she could do to keep up. She was so overloaded with his essence – extra heavy dragon seed, even – that she posed no further threat. The pair of them were pretty evenly matched otherwise but she was severely handicapped by his 'gift'. This extra confidence encouraged him to gloat a bit. While both his eyes and Ceylon's were occasionally glancing over at the source of the distraction, someone who had been following and watching them the whole time, their focus was mostly on each other.

“So arrogant." He chastised her as he confidently strutted across the ruins towards her. With every step, a few tiny vines emerged from between the bricks and stone to wrap around his claws and toes. He ignored them, as they were tiny and weak while he was strong and large. “You thought you could trick us into helping you find the gem, then when we finally got close enough you disappear in the middle of the night and take it all for yourself. Getting us all to hate you was quite the trick. A Clever way to make us happy for your disappearance."

She just growled at him, the deep and guttural vocalization a rumble akin to that of a crocodile or saurian. “Don't be so cocky, dragon. You think I'm not onto you? I know why you're here and it's not for the reward."

The bushes rustled near them and they both shot a glance over, knowing that it may have been important. They still kept their focus on each other, knowing they were the greater threat.

“And why exactly is that? To get the gemstone? Of course it was for that. You think any relic worth that much coin wasn't going to be worth holding ransom to the highest bidder? Or better yet, using it? Once I find out what it does, I clearly will have the power to-"

“To what?" Ceylon scoffed. “You have no idea what it does. I do."

He narrowed his eyes at her. He assumed she was just here for the same reason he was, only she was being an insufferable tease. “So tell me, if you're so confident about that, what does it do?"

“For you? Nothing. If you don't know exactly what spell it has within it, you will not be able to use it. And without an expert appraiser who can decipher it, you never will. And I mean expert. The best in the world. I guarantee you won't find that because-"

“Let me guess, you're the best appraiser in the world?" He huffed and snapped at her, teeth bared. “Don't make me laugh. You want me to believe you're all of a sudden this savant of a magical archaeologist? Please. You're just like all other gryphons, attracted to the shiny object and willing to cheat and lie and manipulate to get it. You can't trick me, Ceylon."

Her expression changed instantly. She had a whole speech prepared to convince him to let it go and that it wasn't worth it but instead chose not to use her words in that way. “Alright. You caught me. I just want the shiny thing, but that's pretty hard projection on your part because you're no different. I nailed you down earlier when I said you just wanted to add it to your hoard. Because that's what they say dragons do. You wanna know the honest truth? I know that most dragons aren't like that. I've met plenty who were kind and generous, but not you."

He cracked a tail whip at her, smacking her on the flank and making her bloated belly jiggle. “I'd say I was quite generous with you. I'm not sure what it is you think you're saying, but-"

“Stop patronizing me. If you're so certain of your righteous indignation, go take your prize and get out of my life. But you know we have an audience, right? If you steal that relic then you'll be branded a traitor to the crown and hunted down by scores of men from here to the Ijimulian. It's not worth it for you."

“And it is for you?" He stepped past her and started walking towards the staircase that led down into the ruins. “Your hypocrisy is stunning." With every step, more vines grew from the rocks beneath his feet, and the closer he got to the stairs the bigger and the stronger they were. He still was able to shake them off and snap them into pieces without much issue so he paid them no mind.

Ceylon stood up tall on all fours, letting her bloated belly swing beneath her. With a few steps she was directly behind him so that she was as far away from him as he was from the entrance to the ruins. “Yes. Because I told you, I actually know what it does and how to use it."

Mandarax scoffed and rolled his eyes, ignoring her while he approached the stair case. Right as he went to make the first step onto the top stair, he found his talon halted at ground level, a half meter away from the actual step. He tapped and clawed at the resistance, noting that he was unable to push through it. There appeared to be an invisible force stopping him from going down, one that perfectly aligned with ground level over the whole stairwell. Much like before, where there was a projected image of rocks and stone that disappeared when a magic switch was touched, only he could still see down the stair well. “Clever girl." He idly complimented before rearing up to slam down.

The intention was to break through the barrier but he was stopped when a series of vines whipped up from either side of him and snared both wrists and both ankles. They snaked up his limbs and pulled him down so that all four feet were on rock and stone. He was able to resist and snap the vines with some work but these were a lot stronger than the first ones. His default assumption was that the living forest was defending itself from him so he didn't even bother to think of anything else.

After snapping the vines and rearing up again to get another attempt at breaking the barrier, a much thicker vine burst from under some stones and wrapped around his neck followed by similarly sized ones around all his limbs. Even his tail got a vine wrapped around it that snared him down.

He got pinned with more vines growing around him, each one adding to the existing net of flora that held him in place. Of course he struggled, getting increasingly frustrated and angered by the situation, only to have his head wrenched in a way that forced him to look back at Ceylon.

Not only was Ceylon not being apprehended by the same vines that snared him but she was in a pose that showed she was ready for action and there was a teal flame with purple streaks billowing out the corner of both her eyes. It took Mandarax a moment to put things together but he came to realize that she wasn't a potential victim of the forest's protection spells but was in fact controlling them.

It all made sense. That's why she knew what the gem did. That's why she was trying to protect it. That's why she was being so cruel. She was the one who was trying to throw them off. It also meant that he knew with absolute certainty that the gemstone was powerful beyond his wildest dreams.

This revelation gave him the will to struggle against the vines. Every muscle under his scale bulged as he resisted their containment, eventually snapping every single one of them in a single burst followed by a full-bodied slam against the barrier keeping him out of the ruin's underground chamber.

There was a flash that burst from the barrier followed by a shockwave that made every tree in the area jerk and sway away from it. The vines all dissolved into dirt and dander, trickling off him to get lost among the stones of the ruins. At the same time, he saw that Ceylon had been struck by the shockwave, its energy seeming to concentrate in her head, giving her an insufferable migraine. “You get what you deserve." He growled at her before bounding down the stairs.

Mandarax wasted no time bounding across the underground ruin to reach the altar where the large purple gemstone was resting. It glowed at him, a purple mist billowing out towards every wall, drawing in vines from them slowly. Slow enough that he was able to snatch it from its place without issue. The moment the gem broke contact with the stone that held it in place, the vines that were reaching inward from the walls all turned to dirt and fell to the ground.

Mere seconds later, as he was leaving the underground ruin, he heard the familiar sound of rumbling and shifting that was known to precede a cave-in. He acted quickly by running across the room with the gem in his mouth, bounding on all fours towards the exit stairs, bits of rock and stone raining on him and tumbling over his back all the while.

He only barely managed to burst from the stairwell to relative safety just as the entire ceiling collapsed. Had he been a few seconds later he would have been buried in the rubble of the ruins. He looked back to see that there was a massive crater where the ruins used to be, trees and vines all in the rubble and completely destroyed.

“I hope you're happy with yourself." Ceylon chastised him as she collapsed in a pile upon her own swollen belly. Next to her were all three of the other adventurers they'd left Arrenthen Castle with. All of them had a disappointed look on their faces.

Mandarax stood tall and spit the gemstone into his hand, grinning down at it. “I care not for your petty judgment. You all would have done the same thing." He slid the gem back into his maw and deliberately walked past Ceylon, knowing that breaking the barrier had temporarily incapacitated her and she couldn't follow him.

Right as their shoulders touched, Ceylon slowly glanced back at him with a look of utter contempt. “You'd best not show yourself in this region again unless you want a battalion of warriors coming at you with spears and swords and all manner of methods to scale you alive."

Though he had the gem in his mouth he was able to part ways with a statement of confidence. “Let them come." Was all he said.

Right before he was able to bound out of the clearing to disappear into the living woods without them, Ceylon managed to get one last statement to him.

“You won today, Mandarax, so savour this victory while you can. One day, when my strength has recovered and my body is no longer encumbered by your little gift, I will find you. And when I do, you'd best prepare to negotiate because I will not be so generous next time."

He stopped before slipping past the treeline and turned back around. He glared directly at Ceylon. “So you're saying I should end you now?"

“You're welcome to try." She challenged.

After looking her up and down, he scoffed. “I'd never harm the one who held my seed. You're safe for today. When you find me I'll be ready. And you'd best bring my clutch with you." With that, he leapt away from her, disappearing into the dense foliage while the gemstones that grew glowed purple in proximity to the gemstone.

Ceylon couldn't help but wonder if she'd done the right thing. She probably could have stopped him but she had a deep-seeded maternal feeling that was keeping her from wanting to be too cruel with Mandarax. She couldn't explain it but when he told her to hold the seed inside she took it to heart and she couldn't do that while also resisting him.

This would definitely be a moment of reflection and frustration for her. She had a lot to think about in the coming weeks as the seed inside her took form.

She and the others begrudgingly left the living forest together, eventually coming to report the theft to the royal family. As expected, a bounty was put upon Mandarax's horns. If he was seen anywhere in Arrenthen for the next year he'd be apprehended on sight.

In truth, Ceylon knew it woudn't be that easy. If he could break through her vines and barriers he would be able to fend off all who came for him.

Fortunately she had time to hatch a plan.

Ceylon had quite the tumultuous month following her experience with Mandarax in the living forest. She returned to her home with her serpent partner in the geothermal caves of the Saurian Scar beyond the eastern shore of Untheria. Travelling there with a womb full of dragon seed that she refused to let go was quite the task, of course.

Letting Mandarax's essence out of her was the most logical direction to go. She wasn't loyal to him, she didn't owe him anything, and his weight really did hold her down. Yet despite those realities she just couldn't bring herself to disobey him in that way. She felt obligated to carry his seed full term and return with his clutch when she was done with it. Her maternal instincts took over – something that never happened in the past – and demanded she keep the resulting egg.

That was a truly noble sense of duty, one she quickly regretted after a matter of weeks. The seed inside her was quite the inconvenience at first but it quickly grew into a burden as it solidified. While it was all sloshy liquid, her abdomen could adjust, adapt, and work around it. But as the shell formed around it, his essence turned into a nightmare for her body to deal with. Movement was a pain, she was weighed down constantly, and she couldn't even play with her serpent partner without having to try anal or tail stuff.

In time she did eventually decide that it had to go. Once there was a shell between his seed and her flesh, she lost most of the maternal instincts to keep it. So she tried to lay it, to push it out and dispose of it. The problem was that he'd filled her so much and the egg was so big that she literally couldn't get it out. The girth of the egg was so massive her very hip bones couldn't let it pass. She felt like with the aid of some magic it would help but after a few attempts she decided it was in her best interest to do something with it.

With the help of her partner and an alchemist, she was able to compress the egg a bit so it was a bit easier to pass but still not quite small enough to slide out of her. She and the alchemist devised a plot to make something out of it, something that would help her get back at Mandarax. In the mean time she had to keep the egg inside her, to ensure things worked as planned.

Well, less an act of revenge and a genuine hope for reconciliation. She'd rather have him as an ally than an enemy and if she was going to get that gem back she needed sincerity.

So, with her revised burden and plan, she focused her efforts on finding where in the world Mandarax rested his wings. She had quite the network of friends to scour every corner of the map until they found some evidence of him and tracked him down. A literal hive mind.

Ironically, Mandarax lived on an island off the coast of Tehgol. As a dragon he must have been collaborating with the Tehgolian royal family to get the egg back. It was a saurossin nation, after all.

Even with the burden of the egg inside her, Ceylon flew her way from one end of the continent to the other, dedicated beyond reason. Her drive to catch up with that dragon was literally enough for her to carry his burden across three nations just to get back at him.

The trek took a full week even by wing. She had to fly from the caves on her island to land ashore on Untheria, head north up the shore and across the border in Arrenthen, then finally west into Tehgol, where she had to cross a strait to get to where she heard Mandarax was calling home. That was literally the opposite side of the continent, from her island on the south east to his on the north west.

She needed to get that gemstone back. It didn't matter the cost. But first she needed to make sure it was there and he hadn't sold it for other trinkets or gemstones when he realized just how useless it was to him. Powerful and valuable in the hands of others but useless to him.

With the aid of magically buoyant thermals keeping her high above the mountains that lined the edge of the island, Ceylon was sure to glide and scan the land for the specific magical signature that she'd tagged the gemstone with before letting him head off with it. Once she picked up the signal, she tucked her wings and dove down, aiming towards the source.

As she descended close and closer to the mountain range, she noticed a distinct reflection coming from a cliff face half way up one of the summits. Upon getting closer she could see what looked like the terrace of a mansion carved into the rock itself, with windows and open doorways leading to a plateau overlooking the basin below. The rock of the cliff side appeared to be carved in such a way that it resembled brick, even though it was clearly just part of the mountain itself.

She identified that as Mandarax's current location. HE was in that home that was carved into the cliff face. That's where she'd confront him.

After one final dive she landed heavily on what could best be described as his front yard. The plateau laid out before the terrace was well dressed with rock formations, what appeared to be gardens, a pond, and a patio for basking in the sun. Something about it felt wrong, like there was no way this was Mandarax's home. It was too ... homely.

As she landed, careful to not knock over any of the rocks out of a weird sense of respect, she eventually came to a stop right in front of the massive twin doors. Here, she was faced with a dilemma. Did she want to politely knock and negotiate with him as she implied she would, or was she just going to use her power to knock in the door and demand the gemstone?

Her budding rage told her to go berserker and take no hostages. But that was only a small part of her even with a month's build up of frustration. Angry or not her default setting was to be reasonable and not jump to conclusions or use violence or aggression where reason would work better. Plus, she wasn't even convinced this was Mandarax's home, just that he had spent time here and that the gemstone was here. For all she knew, he was stashing it at a partner's home or thought he was hiding it here by keeping it away from those who might seek him at his actual home.

These factors all encouraged her to not blast the door in but instead knock, rapping on the tall doors with her knuckles the stepping back to wait for an answer. A full minute later and nothing so she tried again and waited again. Still nothing. After a third knock and patient delay with no answer, she began to wonder if anyone was even home.

Ceylon's source claimed that Mandarax was most often seen here, so she came here. The spell that aided her in finding and pinpointing the gemstone itself drew her to this location in particular. Those two things were not necessarily linked. He may have been out doing other things while the gemstone was here. And that really was the most likely explanation given his lack of response to her knocking on the door.

Or maybe his home was just so high in the mountains he never expected someone to knock and he assumed it was just rocks or something.

Out of curiosity she stepped to the nearest window and extended up on her toes to peek inside. If someone was home she might see them. Inside it was just one open cave with the walls carved out as shelves, each one housing a different relic of some sort. Staves, gems, infused weapons and armour pieces. Not her gemstone, though. There were a few caves leading off in three directions and her senses told her that the gemstone was just in that general direction. It was here.

This left her in an awkward situation. She had already internally decided that she wasn't going to do any damage or tear the place open if she didn't need to and she wasn't even sure if Mandarax was the one who lived here so she wasn't sure if she should be angry at the stuff outside. Rather than risk upsetting someone who didn't deserve to feel her wrath, she just curled up on the basking spot near the giant front doors of the terrace and waited.

Hours passed with her there, the sun beating down on her wings and back. At one point she rolled over so she was exposing her belly, the warmth emanating through her to lightly bake the egg in her womb. That could have been fun, of course.

Right as the sun threatened to disappear over the other side of the mountain, she heard the powerful sound of wings beating behind her. She rolled to all fours and focused on the sounds to find out where it was coming from.

As she was scanning the skies a massive red dragon blew by overhead, barely cresting the mountain above her before banking sharply and diving down to the plateau that overlooked the basin. It was Mandarax, coming home to roost.

Mid-dive he noticed that there was a back and white gryphon waiting for him, urging him to slow down and hover-flap just above her. She was just sitting there, patiently on her rump while looking up. It was clear he didn't quite know how to respond to this so he slowed his flapping to descend onto the plateau, eventually coming to land in front of her.

Once the two were close but just outside of their respective reach, he heavily plopped his hindquarters down to match her position while staring down at her. “Well, well. Took you long enough to find me. After all that talk of getting revenge and threats and ominous warnings, I assumed I'd hear from you within days. A month later, though? Honestly sad."

“Don't be so smug, dragon. I found you weeks ago."

“So why not come earlier then? Still dealing with my gift?" He tilted his head a bit to see if he could get a better look at her belly. Her abdomen was still swollen but notably smaller than before. “Did you not lay the resulting egg yet? Should have been out of you weeks ago."

She narrowed her gaze at him. “That's part of why I'm here, actually. I need help getting it out. It's a bit too big for me and you're the only dragon I know well endowed enough to loosen me up enough to get it out."

He looked like he was about to say something when he stopped and narrowed his gaze right back. It was clear to him something was highly suspect but Ceylon had played him perfectly. His instincts couldn't resist the allure of wrecking a tight gryphon pussy. “I see. Well, I'm not so sure I'm feeling all to generous. I won the last round and I don't think you really deserve my help." Though he was being quite brash with his tone his facial expression and the subtle bulge of his slit gave away his true desires; he absolutely wanted to help her out if it meant more of her.

Ceylon picked up on this and tried to use it against him. “If you want the resulting egg, you'll have to earn it. I assure you it will be worth your time." She got to all fours and started pacing from side to side in front of him, deliberately angling herself so he could see her plump, swollen lips. Vulva that was clearly ready to lay an egg. “And if nothing else, you get another chance to put me in my place."

Mandarax growled as he lowered his head to be at her level, a sneer curling up the sides of his lips. “I think you just couldn't resist being away from me for so long. You got a taste for dragon flesh and now you want more." He stepped up to her so his chest was nearly pressing against her flank. “You could have just never came to find me and yet here you are. Gravid and heavy and needy."

She rolled her eyes and sighed at him; she was having a very hard time playing along. “More like it's your responsibility. You got this egg inside me, so you are going to help me get it out. If you don't want it, I'll just crack it and dispose of it."

Oddly enough, her threat seemed to work. Mandarax was keen on the idea of her needing him more than anything but he also felt this strange paternal link to the egg inside her. It was his, after all. And while he couldn't explain it even to himself he couldn't help but feel compelled to possess the egg once he got close enough to her to sense its presence.

He shouldn't have been able to sense an egg, yet he could feel a special energy coming from within her, an energy that practically begged for him to take it.

Given that he, too was compelled to want the egg he let himself fall into what must have been a trap. He stepped up behind her and placed a front talon on her haunches, deliberately digging a claw into her to test and see if she was going to respond. She didn't react at all so he patted her gently and then cradled her belly to feel the egg inside her. “Ah yes, such is the power of dragon seed. We create eggs so large that gryphons cannot hope to contain them."

“I get it, dragon." Ceylon hissed while kicking his talon away with one hind leg. “I'm not interested in playing coy or being flirty with you. I present to you an offer. You help me get the egg out and you can keep it. Make me enjoy the process and you might even feel some pride in your reward."

“I'm not so sure you understand me." He countered. “I'll take what I want and you can keep what I allow. I assumed you would have figured that out after the last time we met." As he taunted her, he laid his palm on her haunches again, wedging a thumb under her tail to force it up in order to get a good, long look at her swollen, pregnant lips. She was ready to lay that egg, her insides were leaking lubricant that soaked her plump vulva.

Ceylon feigned trying to get away from his grip, her tail maw opening up and then snapping at him like a snake defending itself. All the strikes missed but she didn't worry too much about that. “Oh, there's more to the story but you'll have to earn the egg first. Get it out of me and we can talk. Until then, you're useless to me."

He gave her tail a tug, roughly yanking her across the basking pad in order to place her right in front of him, her haunches practically rubbing against his foreleg. “You speak a tall game but-"

She immediately cut him off by having her tail maw chomp down on his muzzle, closing his mouth and silencing him. It was shockingly strong; so much so that it actually kept him from opening his mouth to speak when he was actively trying to resist her. “Stop. I told you I don't want to hear your excuses or your back-talk or your brazen attitude. Help me get this egg out of me, and you can have it. We can talk and negotiate after. Unless that happens we have nothing to say. Make your choice." She then slowly released her tail maw's grip from his muzzle, peeling off and then closing up.

Mandarax was certain there was more to this than she was letting on but he didn't care to fuss about with it. She had made it clear that no further discussions would be had until he mounted her and got the egg out of her. That's not actually what she said but that was what he heard. Since that ultimatum went both ways, he was happy to indulge her. “Fine." Was all he said before grabbing her by the base of one wing and pulling her in close.

She trilled at him and lowered her chest to the ground. “Finally." She sneered. “I was beginning to think you were all talk and no action." With her chest still tight to the ground, she wiggled her back end and started clenching her loins to squeeze out some of the concoction her depths had been secreting; up to this point she'd been holding it back, actively refusing to let him have it or see it until she was sure he was going to make use of it.

Of course he was. The second he saw her inner slime cascade out from between her lips the bulge in his loins parted his slit and his massive black member squeezed out. He kept a firm grip on her wing for leverage while pulling her back and forcing her to lay down between his front legs, that way he could ensure he had control over her. She was where she needed to be, where she belonged: Under a dragon. That's where gryphons needed to be.

He was mildly torn about what to do next. If he was going to get that egg out he knew that foreplay would definitely loosen her up, but he also didn't want to give her that luxury since he remembered what happened the month prior. She did not deserve his compassion, at least not yet. So, with his motivation laid out in front of him he wasted no time getting into position.

Ceylon grinned and laid her chin down on the basking stones, knowing that her plan was being executed flawlessly. She kept her hindquarters hoisted up and her legs spread to best ensure that there was no resistance. She may have been tricking him but she did still need the egg out of her and the best way to do that was to give him free reign over her body, at least for now.

Mandarax wasn't thinking too much about that. He just saw a gryphon splayed out beneath him, rump up and pussy exposed. Instincts took over and he wrapped both front talons around her hips to hold her in place while his member slowly unfurled to full length, its tip resting on the basking stones next to her. He clenched his loins to make it rear up, allowing the tip to land flat between her rump cheeks, oozing his own fluids onto her tail hole and below.

At the same time he was deliberately squeezing her belly from both sides to get a feel for the egg inside her. He alternated both talons to make it sway back and forth, then gave it a bit of a squeeze between both at the same time. Doing this did get Ceylon to clench her abdominal wall, putting up a barrier of muscle between his grip and the egg inside her. The look she gave him told him not to bother doing that; despite his tendency to be dominant he actually listened and stopped.

With the weight of his cock resting between her rump cheeks, the girth of his lightly ridged length grinding against her lips, and the smear of their combined fluid between them she couldn't help but flag her tail and arch her back to force his tip into her.

There was some resistance as she'd not done anything through her birth canal since getting the egg aside from trying to lay it, but there wasn't too much since the hormones within her had kept that region plump and pliable in anticipation. She was gravid, her body knew it and was preparing for the inevitable laying of it. So even though she was not properly stretched for sex, her flesh was malleable enough that it counter-balanced that issue.

His meat popped into her, just barely parting her lips and resting inside her. He actually made a cute, surprised 'rur' of a noise as he was shocked that she was not only able to handle him but eagerly demanding it. He wanted to gloat but remembered that she had insisted he not do that. And he listened.

The dragon seemed to have no idea what sort of influence the egg inside her was having on him. Much like how his seed granted her temporary maternal feelings, his proximity to his egg was giving him a similar paternal instinct that had him at least partially submitting to her desires in order to be a better carer of the egg. That was what was happening, even if he couldn't quite explain it to himself. All he knew in the heat of the moment was that she was horny, he was ready, and he needed to do his job as the giver of the seed to make it happen. If that meant doing as he was told in exchange, it was worth it.

So he didn't bite down on her this time. He didn't squeeze her or force her into position. As he felt his length squeeze between her haunches and slide through her depths half way to his base he actually found himself worrying about her desires. Her pleasure. Her comfort. Normally he'd just have his fun and move on, and with Ceylon in particular he felt like he had a duty to dominate her, but he wasn't feeling either of those desires.

In a strange twist of fate for him, he just wanted to gently pump into her. Sure, he still wanted to feel her tight flesh squeezing around his girth as he slammed his hips to hers, but he had an inclination to do so in a way that she enjoyed, too. But since he was in the throes of instinctive lust his brain wasn't picking up on these fundamental changes to his desires. All he knew at the time was that he desired a thing and he was going to get that thing. He wanted her pussy to swallow his cock, so that's what he was getting. The circumstances surrounding that interaction was not relevant beyond those details.

Ceylon knew this and was happy to take advantage of this. She scooted back and gyrated her hips, both grinding on his girth and also seeking the best angle to have it go deeper. The pressure of it bulging her lower belly out even against the egg inside made her feel like she was floating high in the skies, resting in a cloud and pleasured by all. She couldn't help but trill a bit, genuinely enjoying his less aggressive but equally rough, deep pounding.

Most importantly, she could feel his gently tapered but still blunt tip grinding against her cervix, threatening to dilate her more than she already was. Given that her body was prepared to drop an egg any time, her womb was loose, her cervix was gaped, and her pussy was tender with anticipation.

All elements Mandarax happily used to pleasure himself. And her. He still didn't pick up on the fact that he was also trying his best to satisfy her as well as himself. His goal in the heat of the moment was mutual release; his seed and her egg, which was also his egg. The best way to do that was to keep a steady yet firm pace. Slow at first but gradually intensifying all while never going soft.

He did exactly that, forcing himself as deep as he could go with a single thrust, gradually letting each of his bulges lurch into her one at a time until he felt her cervix wrapping around the tip of his cock. Once he was as deep as he could go he slowly pulled out, letting his ridges tug on her flesh and the subtle suction that formed within her gently sucking the egg out of her. Before he could fully pull out, he stopped to ensure the seal was never broken and her walls remained clenched tight between his member and the egg prior to another full thrust.

Each one of these cycles happened a bit harder and a bit faster than the last, gradually coming to the point where he could feel her cervix slide over his head and wrap around his cock tip to give him a gentle squeeze before he tugged out again, the resulting suction a bit stronger every time. The sensation of feeling a segment of his length in her womb pressed tight between her wall and the textured shell of the egg drove him a little bit more wild, vastly intensifying his thrusts.

The girth of his length was absolutely destroying her depths, as was the plan. She not only saw this as the appropriate steps needed to retrieve the egg but a rather fun time as well. She wasn't moving her body much, as she remained with rump up and chest down, wings partially spread and chin on the ground between her front talons, but that didn't mean she wasn't doing her part.

While still, she was focusing on her inner muscles as best she could. She clenched when he pushed in to accentuate the friction between them, then relaxed her inner muscles when he pulled out to ensure she wasn't stopping the egg from descending. At the same time, at the apex of his pull out, she clenched just her most exterior muscles to keep that seal between his flesh and hers, ensuring no air entered her and the suction helped tug the egg. On top of all of this her forward abdominal muscles were clenching to push down on the egg as best she could at all times.

She was a complicated machine of moving parts, all clenching and releasing and moving in waves to perfectly match his every move. No matter what he did or what position he took or what angle he had over her, she had a combination of unique muscles to manipulate, massaging his cock in a very clear bid to have him force the egg out.

It took him a lot longer than it normally would have, but her expert massage of his length gradually enticed him to lose himself to lust. With front talons still around her hindquarters he leaned over and bit down on her neck, forcing her to stay in place as he thrust with all his might into her.

The angle of his body mixed with her ability to perfectly relax and clench when necessary had him burying himself all the way to the base, the scales of his slit slapping her between her cheeks, their concoctions mixing in webs and bridges between them that stretched and compressed with every thrust. He could feel the extra tight bottleneck that was her cervix practically stroking his entire length save the lowest ridges of his cock, the ones still in her egg-birthing canal.

His entire length plowed through her and wrapped around the egg inside her womb; if his member was prehensile it could have curled around the egg and tugged it out, but he wasn't capable of that at this time. All he could do was slam his hips to hers in shallow but deep thrusts, the bulges of his length popping in and out of her cervix to further loosen her up.

She pushed down with all her might, resisting the pressure of his cock stuffing her to be once again full of all he had to offer and give her. The bulge in her belly, shaped like both his cock and the egg, shifted inside her as her walls collapsed and relaxed, alternately tensing in waves to see what angle would best shift the egg down when he pulled out.

Mandarax was so lost in the moment he forgot what it was he was trying to do despite the texture of the egg grinding against his shaft with every thrust. He just descending into proper feral lust, jaws still clamped around her neck as he grew increasingly wild with her, his thrusting motions getting so firm and aggressive he was scooting her along the heating pad beak first.

Ceylon managed to resist his thrusts but it seemed to take away from her concentration on what was going on inside her. Luckily it seemed she didn't have much longer to wait for the job to be done. On one of his pull-outs she felt the egg descend and nearly breach her cervix, sucked out by the suction and the fact that her canal had been appropriately battered and beaten into submission.

But given that Mandarax had long since lost sight of his goal, he just thrust back in, slamming the egg against the bottom of her womb while also breaching alongside it. His ridges along the length of his cock were throbbing and expanding with every beat of his heart, almost perfectly times with the pulsations of her walls clenching around him alongside her pulse. The combination of both of those factors and the friction that came with his aggressive thrusts and the pressure of the egg squeezing his shaft between its shell and her walls quickly brought him to climax.

Much like before his cock erupted inside her, spraying his seed deep inside with such power that it actually made the egg inside flip around once her womb was properly inflated and there was more room to dance around. His seed made a maelstrom of spinning mess inside her that had the egg bouncing around inside from one end of her womb to the other. The seal of her cervix kept any of it coming out as his length throbbed and pumped more and more inside; just like before her belly swelled wide the more he left inside her and she did her best to keep any of it from coming out.

At first. That didn't last too long.

He kept his maw clamped down on her neck as he pumped more and more into her, the weight of his chest pressing her belly to the basking stone and making her walls splay out.

Her toes curled against the stone, just enough to make him wince and relax. The subtle audio seemed to ever so slightly draw him from the trans that had taken him over for most of the session. Once he shook his head to clear the mind fog, Ceylon crawled out from under him while clenching every muscle in her body.

She squirmed between his front legs, pulling her depths off his cock as his ridges tugged her insides and once again created a suction between the egg and his cock tip. The main difference this time was that her cervix was more gaped, she was forcing a contraction along her whole body, and there were buckets worth of dragon seed applying extra pressure on the egg from the inside.

All of these factors worked in unison to force the egg to pop out of her womb with a torrent of cum splashing out from between her lips the moment his cock tip was yanked out of her depths.

In a single, split second eruption everything burst from within her. His cock popped out of her, instantly releasing the pressure and removing the seal that kept it all inside her; next came a wave of cum that the egg rode out on, bursting from her lips all at once and landing on the ground between them as a wave of seed sloshed around it.

Her vaginal canal and vulva both sealed up and squeezed the last of his essence from her depths the moment she felt the lurch of the egg bursting from under her tail. She immediately followed it up by lowering the base of her tail to form a makeshift lid, completely hiding her holes from him as she escaped his grip during the confusion and post orgasmic bliss.

She felt immediately relieved, the pressure of the egg now gone and her womb empty again. She left Mandarax on the basking pad, not even noticing the details of the egg that was laying in a puddle underneath him.

All he could do was glare at her. “You tricked me." He growled, finally recognizing how strangely he was behaving. “What did you do to me? How did you-" He was prepared to berate her and was very animated in trying to look threatening when he caught a glimpse of the egg on the ground between his hind legs and saw what made it so unique

The egg was red. Not white or cream or even speckled, but blood red. And not just normal blood red but it was semi-translucent, like it was made out of crystal or gemstone. A shell made of or at least coated in ademane. On top of that, the shell textutre wasn't lightly rippled and dappled, but had the texture of a dragon's egg, covered in keeled scales. They looked sharp.

“Wait, what did you...what is this?" He scooped it up and held it close to his face so he could let the sun shine through it. He saw there was nothing inside it and it appeared to be a glass ornament.

Ceylon shook herself off and let the last of her fluids seep out before putting a few bounds of distance between them. Once she was sure he wouldn't try anything stupid. “I offer you a trade."

While still peering through the red crystal, he glanced around the egg to get a better look at her. “I think I know where this is going but I'm listening." He went back to oogling the gemstone egg.

She started pacing, deliberately keeping distance while also making sure she was near the large twin doors of the front terrace of the cliffside mansion. “I want my gemstone back."

“Sorry, but it's not yours. I won that fair and square."

“No, you did not. I let you have it."

He laughed as condescendingly as he could. “Sure. You're not having it."

That was when she decided to stare at the gemstone, the teal mist billowing from her eyes with an appropriately red streak in the wisps. The gemstone egg started to glow and soon became too hot for even Mandarax to touch. He instinctively dropped it but then it hovered in midair, right at his face height. Once she was sure she had his attention, she walked up to him with head held high. “It is not your gemstone to keep. It is my egg. I made it and I put it there specifically so that the forest would have limitless energy to protect itself from the likes of people like you."

“How would that even work?" Mandarax asked, not sure what he should focus on.

But in all her smug confidence, Ceylon kept pacing around him, the mist from her eyes seemingly triggering the red egg to stay glowing and hovering in place. “I bet you took that relic to every appraiser you could find to see what it did, didn't you? And none of them could find a single lick of magic inside it."

His eyes narrowed. He didn't need to confirm her accuracy.

“Yeah that's what I thought. You know why I was so certain that you'd not be able to find your answers? Because the enchantment I put upon it is directly linked to the crystals of those woods. Its magic only works in those woods. The crystals that grew from it resonated with its magic and amplified it. The moment it was taken from there, its magic lay dormant. Useless ademane unable to be used or to be enchanted."

“Pathetic." Mandarax scoffed. “If it was such powerful magic how did I manage to best it and remove it from its altar?"

Ceylon grinned, still wearing her smug look. “The only reason you were able to overpower it was because I had just temporarily deactivated it to move it. I was in the process of smuggling it out when you found me. The plan was to sneak it out without anyone knowing until the hunt was over. Only then would I find a new resting place for it to once again protect the forest."

He just shook his head. “Tall tales. There's no way a gryphon possesses that much power."

“No? Do you not see the gemstone hovering right in front of your face? Did you not feel the power of my summoned phytomancy pinning you down? The only reason I didn't overpower you in the first place was my maternal instinct. I won't lie, you giving me that gift of seed messed with my magic for a bit and I didn't want to hurt anyone. You got away on a technicality."

Mandarax paused to think about that. He didn't want to admit it but the things she said were lining up pretty well with what he remembered and her accusations about the appraisers were correct. “So if this is true, then how can I trust you?"

She shrugged, her tail flicking behind her while it belched and spat up the last remnants of his seed. “You can't. But I'll warn you, your two options are me leaving her with my gemstone or both. There's no scenario where you keep it. I want the green one, you can have the red one. And before you ask, yes the red one has quite a lot of power behind it as well. It's not as strong as the green one but it's yours. Only you can use it, that's why it's red. That's why it was made and infused with your seed. It won't be as strong as mine but it will have far more value to you. That's also why I didn't seek you out earlier; I needed your egg to be ready for you before I proposed a trade."

He pondered for a moment. Gaze narrowing. “What exactly does it do?" He wasn't sure be believed her but didn't have enough to counter-threaten her. “And what if I refuse."

“It's a natural amplifier. It doesn't have a specific purpose, it just makes any and all of your desires amplified. I know you don't use magic but it will increase your strength. Make you even more hyper virile when in the right mood, etc. Whatever you want from it, it will amplify your existing power. Increase your strength." She sauntered over to the gate and sat down patiently. “And if you refuse my trade, I take both and you'll never see me again."

Despite not fully trusting her, he didn't really feel like he had much leverage to make a counter offer. She genuinely seemed to know and understand the green gem and her story matched up. She also somehow managed to make another egg-gemstone that was catered to him. It was the same size, the same shape, seemingly made of the same material, and it was glowing red hot and hovering without anything holding it up. All she said made him think that she was being sincere. Even if she wasn't as strong as she claimed she was still magnitudes stronger than he thought or assumed.

He begrudgingly nodded and walked past her to open the doors to his home. Once inside he dug through the treasure horde just beyond the back cavern and came back out with the green gemstone. He held it up and extended his front talon to her, half smirking. “Well played." He complimented.

She nodded and made the red egg hover over to replace the green gem, losing its glow in the process. Once she had the green gem, which appeared to be another egg now that he thought about it, she slid it under herself and sat on it, her pussy lips easily dilating to wrap around it and swallow it up. Despite it being the same size as the red egg, it passed into her with ease. Maybe it was because she was already loosened up or maybe it was because she was not as stuck as she pretended. “Good play on you." she said in between grunts as her loins swallowed the green egg. “You're very lucky that you chose this route. I kinda like you, I'd hate to see what I had to do to you if you refused."

She patted him on the shoulder while she walked past him. She offered him one last nod of approval before leaping into the skies and catching an updraft that curled off the side of the mountain.

He watched as her silhouette disappeared over the snowy peaks of the summit, genuinely impressed that she got one over on him.

In spite of everything Ceylon was just glad she got to resolve this in a fun way instead of resorting to violence. It did teach her a thing or two about playing a heel when trying to manipulate people, though. Don't do it. Be nice. She truly did have a lot more success lifting tail than being rude.

Ceylon enjoyed the physicality a lot more when she actually got to indulge, too.

The one thing that still confused the both of them despite her power was that maternal instinct that took her over during the initial heist. She couldn't explain that and neither could he. She had her theories but no way to test it unless she sought Mandarax out once more for testing.

Yes. Testing. For the case of magical research.