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The Gryphon's Place For Sidecord By Draconicon

Shaila could already feel her wings burning, but she forced herself to flap harder anyway. The buffeting effects of the thunder all around her required extra force, and the gryphon knew that she didn't have much time before she was forced out of the sky entirely.

What was I thinking, waiting so long?

She'd gone off to see a friend on the other side of the mountain range, veering past the dragon-populated center and flying over the open plains, only to find that her friend wasn't entertaining that day. With a storm coming up behind her, Shaila knew that she should have pushed for a place to stay overnight, but she'd tried to be a good guest and leave when she wasn't wanted.

Now she was flying over the center of the range, and if the lightning didn't get her...

Shuddering, she looked down at some of the bigger peaks. Dragons and gryphons didn't get always get along, and when they actually came to blows, gryphons were almost always the ones that got the worst of it. If one of them saw her, and took flight...well, dragons were known to be the better storm-flyers, and she was already exhausted.

Trusting to luck, the female picked out one of the smaller peaks and pulled her wings in, letting the pull of the world below take her out of the skies. Bursts of light exploded around her as lightning chased her down, and the raging wind shook her from side to side, slipping into the tiniest spots in an attempt to get beneath her wings and knock her off course.

It wasn't until she was about one hundred feet from the ground that her luck ran out.

A sudden thunderbolt shot down from the sky, the only warning she had a brief flicker of light off of the edge of her soaked beak. She wrenched herself to the side, but it was too late. The superheated air and the resulting thunder was enough to send her spiraling out of control, the shockwaves disrupting her balance. Rather than the slope, her body was now aimed right for one of the caves that were carves into the mountainside.

She shivered, knowing that these were the places that the dragons called home. Hoping and praying for the best, Shaila pulled her wings in tight and clenched her legs to her underside, the same thought repeating over and over in her head.

Don't be a dragon cave, don't be a dragon cave...

Rumiir was bored, and anyone in the universe would be quick to say that a bored dragon is a dangerous dragon.

He would probably agree, if he wasn't - at that moment - fascinated with the rainstorm that had come out of nowhere. The blue dragon lay near the entrance of his cave, his forelegs curled in front of him as he watched the downpour, tracking the lightning bolts across the sky. It was so heavy and so loud and so bright that he half-wondered if one of his kin was playing with weather-magic today.

It wouldn't have been surprising. Magic was a thing that many dragons pursued, though he wasn't one of them. For him, he preferred the physicality of things, the roughness and the power that all dragons were endowed with from birth. While he might not have had the same magical mind as some of his species, the blue dragon definitely had the strength to put any of them in their place.

Flexing one forepaw absently (and digging out a bit of his cave in the process), he continued to watch the streaks of lightning playing out in the heavens. It was, he supposed, rather pretty. Dangerous, though, particularly when -

One lightning bolt suddenly struck at the edge of the cave, barely a few dozen feet away from him. The brightness momentarily blinded him, and he was forced to rub his eyes for a few seconds to get rid of the afterimage. When he looked up again, he couldn't believe what he saw.

A gryphon was spiraling through the air, heading right for his cave. The dragon was on his feet in an instant, a crackle of energy building up in the back of his throat out of pure instinct. He reared back his head -

And then stopped. The energy died off as he saw that the gryphon's eyes were closed, and that there was no control to their dive. No spread wings, no stabilizing leg movements.

The fool's landing blind! In my cave!

There was no doubt about that last part. The gryphon was on a crash course for his cave, and there was nothing he could do about it, short of roasting the bird while it was still in the air. And there were rules about that, weak as they were, and Rumiir wasn't one to rock the boat over something like that.

He did know one thing, though. He wasn't going to be a landing pad.

Stepping out of the way, he watched the spinning, feathery missile come shooting through the cave opening, hit the smoothed floor, and bounce twice before sliding along it. Surprisingly, there were no cracks of breaking bones or anything like that. Even when the beaked face slammed into the cave wall a few hundred feet away, Rumiir didn't hear anything resembling the usual break and crack that followed such a harsh landing.

Hmmph. Must have some insane luck.

Padding over to the gryphon, the blue dragon made sure to keep his distance. A collapsed gryphon was by no means a helpless one, and while he trusted to his own skills in fighting to carry the day, there was no reason to be stupid.

He stopped about a tail's length away from the flyer, and tapped it with his tail. One, two, three times, and it didn't stir. The dragon grumbled, stepping a bit closer, and used his tail again, this time, to flip it over.

The gryphon didn't respond, not stirring. It was breathing, however, which was something. No accusation could be leveled on him for killing someone else.

As the four legs fell to the side, leaving the gryphon sprawled out like some weakling, Rumiir was rather surprised to see a lack of sheath between the creature's hind legs. Usually, the intruders in this part of the mountain range were young males, ones that were looking to prove themselves against the dragons in this ongoing rivalry. To see a female...

His own maleness began to respond, but he clenched his hind legs together, squashing the need for the moment. No, better not to present that...at least, not yet.

"Hmmm, what were you doing out in the lightning like that...Nobody with feathers flies in this weather."

As expected, there wasn't much of an answer. Despite not breaking anything, the gryphon must have taken one hell of a hit when she landed, not to mention likely cracking her head on the cave wall after the slide. She wouldn't be waking up for at least an hour.

That said...

That said, there were rules about hospitality, and Rumiir could already feel a few ideas percolating in the back of his mind. The blue reached down, gently grasping one of the gryphon's legs in his teeth before dragging her deeper into the cave.

Might as well make her comfortable when she wakes up.

Shaila woke up to the feeling of rock and rubble around her, with most of it raised like a bowl around her limbs as she stretched out. The gryphon slowly opened her eyes, and found that she was in something much like a crater. Something that she recognized from a much, much younger time.

"Oh no..."

"Oh, yes..."

She whipped around - wincing inside at the pain in her head - at the sound of the voice. At first, she couldn't see anything; the cavern was so dark that she could barely see her beak in front of her face. The gryphon turned this way and that, hoping that her eyes would adjust, but the most that she could see were silhouettes, shapes of pillars and boulders and -

"Can't quite make me out, can you?"

"Show yourself! Where are you?!"

"Nightblind little chick."

"Please...I can't see."

"Let me fix that for you."

One of the silhouettes moved, and a flare of sparks lit up the darkness. They landed on the ground, and a bunch of deadwood suddenly burst into fire. She leaped backwards, but it was for naught. The crater she was in was small enough that she only ended up bumping her rump against the other side.

Looking past the fire, she found herself staring at her worst fear. A dragon, and a big one at that. His body was blue along the tops and sides, and white along the underside, making him look very much like a winter dragon. He loomed over her, a half-dozen feet from the fire that he'd started, and he was...smirking, to put it mildly.

Feeling her feathers and fur prickle in equal measure, she dug her paws into the ground.

"What do you want?"

"What I want? That's what the person that invaded my cave is asking, what I want? I should be asking you that."

"...I invaded your cave?"

"I guess the better way of saying it might be 'fell into' my cave. What were you thinking, flying in a storm like this?"

"I didn't exactly have a lot of options, you know."

She would be damned if she showed any more of her fear than she already had. It was humiliating enough to be captured; she didn't want him to think she would just surrender, and go along without a fight.

But he just shrugged.

"I don't see why not. If you weren't at home, you could have gone to any cave around here. Hospitality rules and all that."

"They don't apply with dragons...do they?"

"Of course they do. Do you think we'd throw someone out to get murdered by the weather?"

"..."

"Not all dragons do that."

"Are you saying you're one of the ones that actually follow those rules?"

"Of course."

He stood up, and she shuddered a bit, seeing just how big he was. He could stand over her and she'd have all the room she needed to walk under his belly. She wouldn't even need to crouch more than the slightest bit.

How did she get into this mess?

He walked over to her, circling the shallow crater that she was in. She realized, belatedly, that it was probably a sleeping crater. Perhaps even his, judging by the smells that were slowly filling her nose. The scent of a big dragon, the musk of scales, the slightly sweaty smell that always came from a creature's sleeping place; it was all here.

She forced those thoughts out of her head. It was time to talk, not time to think of...that.

"Then, if you follow those rules, I ask for your hospitality."

"I have a steep price for it. But it's one you can pay."

"I don't have a hoard. We don't do that; that's your thing."

"I know."

She turned to follow him, but she forgot about his tail until it darted under hers. The sudden touch of a scaly tip beneath her tail and between her hind legs nearly had her jumping out of her skin, and she turned to swat it. Of course, she missed, as the dragon pulled it back before she could actually reach it.

"Get that away from me."

"Heh, then you should probably get back to flying, little chick."

"...You can't be serious."

"Oh, I am very serious. There's certain things that I don't get very often, and I plan to make up for that tonight. If you want to stay here, then you'll have to do everything I say, and submit to all my needs. Of course, I can pretty much promise that you'll start enjoying it by the morning, but that's if you do what I say. Otherwise...well, you can just consider it a price to be paid and suffer through it."

Shaila couldn't believe what he was saying. The rules of hospitality were meant to give someone a chance to earn a place to stay, and keep things equal between host and guest. They weren't made to make things so...so...indecent.

The dull roar of thunder reminded her of her other option, and she shuddered at the idea of taking wing in that downpour. She'd been lucky enough that she hadn't broken anything, but every muscle attached to her wings screamed at the idea of being used again so soon. Not to mention that with this headache, she knew that she'd get all turned around and lose herself among the more dangerous part of the mountain range.

More than that...

The gryphon eyed the dragon as he kept circling her, and tried to keep her glance down below a little more...surreptitious. She had heard that dragons were rather...well hung, to say the least. It was one of the complaints that the male gryphons kept making, not wanting the females to head to the center of the range. She'd never seen one for real, and she would admit to some idle curiosity on it.

However, it was concealed with the way he moved, and the darkness ensured that she wouldn't get a good look from this angle.

"So, what will it be, little chick? The storm, or your service?"

"...I'll stay."

"Good."

I hope he doesn't know how curious I am.

Oh, she will be fun.

Rumiir smiled to himself as he kept circling around the little nest he'd left the gryphon in. She might have been playing indignant, but he could smell the taste of her in the air. Beyond the smell of wet feathers and fur, past that harsh smell that came from her near miss with the lightning, he could smell and taste her. Her body was definitely interested in him.

And it was impossible to have missed that look between his legs. If he hadn't been trying to keep her calmed down, he would have shown off a little more. But if she had freaked out from the size of him, well, then he might have lost her to the storm.

But now that she'd agreed, it was time to take it to the next step.

He stopped circling and stepped up to the little crater in the ground, walking over it until he had his forepaws on one side of it, and his hindpaws on the other. His sheath swelled a bit at the thought of what was to come, and he swung his head around to look down at her.

"Alright, little chick. This is your first test. Let's see how much of me you can fit in your mouth at once."

"How..."

"Just push that beak of yours up against my sheath. It'll come out on its own; it's been long enough that I doubt you'll even need to do anything."

"This is ridiculous, you know that?"

"You were the one that agreed, little chick."

She growled under him, but he only smirked, wiggling his hips back and forth a few times. He could feel his sac smacking against his legs, and his sheath was already starting to empty out a little bit. The tip of his cock was desperate for pleasure, as was the rest of him, and he wasn't going to wait for much longer.

The gryphon finally moved beneath him, and he turned his head away, his lips turned up in a smile of anticipation. This was going to be good.

He felt the touch of her beak, hard but smooth against the side of his shaft. It was more than he'd had from someone else in months, and he ground his hips forward, feeling the tip slide along her face until it touched the feathers along her neck, smooth and soft.

"Stop moving. I can't get it lined up."

"Not my problem."

The gryphon growled again, and he was half-convinced that she might take a swipe at his jewels in annoyance. Instead, she leaned up and grabbed hold of his hind legs, leaning on them as she ground her face against his cock. Back and forth, sliding along her cheeks it went, until -

"Mmmph!"

The dragon groaned, arching his back as he felt the tip of his shaft pass into something much, much warmer. He guessed that the gryphon female had opened her beak as wide as it could go, because he couldn't feel anything grinding along the sides of his cock. All he felt was the warmth of her throat clamping down on it, swallowing around the thickness.

Heh, here's hoping she's used to big meats, he thought. His cock wasn't anywhere near done growing, and he wanted to get it nice and wet for the second round.

He didn't thrust, but he did occasionally grind forward, giving that little extra push for his emerging cock to slide down her throat. It kept sliding free of his sheath, coming out of one constricting area to slide into another. Inch by heavy inch, it emerged, and he moaned as it went further and further down the gryphon's throat.

"Don't worry about...using your tongue. I don't think you can, anyway."

The chick beneath him didn't answer, or at least, didn't in any way that he could hear. She was probably more concerned about breathing, he supposed. It wasn't so easy with a dragon cock lodged in one's throat, so he heard, but she'd just have to learn.

He rocked back and forth, levering a little more of his cock in with every motion. It was like getting it teased by a dragoness, except tighter, and much, much more active.

"Heh, go ahead and gag, little chick. I know this isn't easy, and I like the sound."

She growled, and he frowned. Lifting one of his forepaws, he swing it under him, and felt it connect to her furry rump. She immediately jumped, a muffled squawk filling the air from the hard smack.

"Don't you growl at me. You're mine for the night, little chick. Obey."

Her throat spasmed around his cock, and he imagined that she was trying to say something. Probably nothing good.

Then...

Then she started bobbing her head, taking his cock deeper and deeper on her own. Rumiir groaned, all of his toes digging into the floor of his cave as she sucked on his shaft. She glided along it surprisingly well, taking it almost up to the hilt, and only hesitating at the very end of it. It was smooth and wet.

And loud, too, as she started gagging and sputtering towards the base. The lewd, wet sounds of her throat collapsing around his cock, at the spit that frothed around his shaft as she slid back, was more than a little gratifying, and he felt his cock throbbing harder than it ever had in his own hands.

He reached down, finally, and put a forepaw on her backside. Holding her in place, he slowly arched his back, taking his cock out of her throat inch by inch...before slamming forward. She gasped, gagging harder than ever, and she struggled against his grip, but he held her in place. The gryphon's strength was nothing against a dragon.

His cock slid down her throat all the way to the balls, and she gagged, her throat closing and clenching around his cock constantly. He held her there, the tips of her beak pressing against his underbelly and against his balls, the light scratching from it a hint of danger, a hint of a warning that he chose to ignore. This hen was his bitch, and he would use her the way that he wanted tonight.

But he didn't want to cum. Not yet.

On the verge of orgasm, Rumiir slowly dragged his cock back, making sure that the smaller gryphon felt every inch of it sliding out of her throat. It was soaked, he could feel that much. The base of his shaft and every successive inch that came free was chilled in the wind, and it only happened when it was that wet.

It finally came free with a soft pop, the shaft bobbing up against his belly and smacking wetly against it. He chuckled at the feeling; it had been so long since he'd been able to get this hard, this eager.

"Alright...a good start, little chick."

"Ha....ha...."

She was panting for breath. Good. He'd have her panting for a whole new reason, soon.

Good...gods...how is he...that big...

Shaila knew that dragons were large, and had to be larger than gryphon males, but she had no idea that her 'host' would be that big. It felt like the entire thing was running through her stomach and reaching towards her other end when he slammed it in up to the hilt.

At the same time, she shivered as she thought of how much it had gotten her wet. Her fur back there was already soaked, drenched in her scent, and the only thing that seemed to keep it from the dragon's notice was his own smell, which was a problem in and of itself.

The gryphon rubbed at her beak, ostensibly to wipe off some of his pre running along the sides, but mostly to try and get the smell out of her nose. His musk was more powerful than she had thought, and it was already giving her ideas, more perverted ideas than she had ever entertained before. Her pussy dampened further as she imagined getting pushed down on a rock outside the mountain, feeling that monster of a cock ravage her in the open air. Showing that a gryphon had been...

She shook her head. She was better than that. All this was was payment for a night out of the storm, and when morning came, she'd never be tempted by this again.

"Satisfied?"

"Not yet, little hen. It's time to let me see your other side."

"My...other side?"

She couldn't stop the blush that came as she realized what he meant. If she turned around...he'd...he'd see what she was like back there. He'd see how much she'd gotten wet, how eager she was to keep going. That would humiliate her even worse.

But...but was there really anything else she could do?

Blushing like the sun, Shaila turned her body around, gradually spinning in place in the nest. She could feel the big blue dragon's eyes on her, feel him staring at her flanks as she presented her rump to him. Her tail remained down, though. She would keep that much pride.

Or, so she thought. He grabbed her tail before she could stop him, and yanked it up high. Yelping at the sudden tug, she whipped her head around to deliver a furious retort -

"AH!"

Only to gasp as his tongue flicked against her folds, running up from her thighs to her sex. It was long and thick, dexterous enough to make her shiver and wet enough to soak her further. It flicked between her legs, nudging her sex open further and further, and she was helpless but to moan and quiver.

He flicked it against her, almost into her, and to her shame, the gryphon pushed her hips back. It almost took his tongue inside of her, but it was removed before she could get the full bliss of it.

"Heh...you are more ready than you want to admit."

"Mmmph...fuck..."

"Oh, I will be rutting you, little chick. I will be."

She shivered. All that reference to her species, to her size. If he wasn't so damn...damn...

Ugh, he's messing with my head. If I wasn't so horny, I could think straight about this.

As it was, it was hard to think of anything but the smell of a rutting dragon in the air, and the fact that his cock was still outside of her for the moment. She needed it. She needed it, badly.

She wiggled her hips back and forth. The indignity would be temporary, she told herself; begging for now would get her what she wanted, and then -

"AHHHHHHH!"

A scream of bliss and pain and pleasure all at once ripped through the cave as her host stepped over her, bringing his cock with him. She thought it had been thick in her mouth, almost breaking her throat open, but she'd never thought it would feel this big down there. Her pussy felt like it was stretched to the breaking point around the head alone, and as he walked it in further, and further, she had to dig her paws into the ground to keep from being pushed forward.

"So big! I-I'm going to break!"

"No, you're not...You'll take it, little chick. You'll take it, and you'll love it."

He kept pushing forward, driving it in deeper, deeper, and she felt her body breaking in. Her pussy stretched out further and further to take a cock of an entirely different species, opening up for him as if it were under rules of hospitality of its own. She shivered at the idea, her imagination conjuring up images of other dragons, of putting herself out for other males to use like this.

She shook her head, but her pussy was more drenched than ever at the thought.

She is so much tighter than she looks, Rumiir thought as he dragged himself across the nest again, pulling himself over her. The feathers and fur were a nice feeling against his underbelly, but the sheer tightness of her hole, and the heat that was coming off of it, were his main focus.

He hadn't been inside another being in so long. The feeling of her pussy clenching and squeezing along his shaft was almost enough to drive him over the edge, particularly with how good her mouth had been, but he bit down on his tongue to hold back. He needed to make this last.

As he bottomed out - and felt her spasm in an orgasm of her own - he held himself there for a minute. He waited, feeling the gryphon shudder, spasm, shiver beneath him. She was so worked up that he imagined that she would do something on her own, if he waited long enough.

But he didn't want to wait.

As soon as she went still, her orgasm tapering off, Rumiir pulled his hips back and slammed in. She squawked to the heavens, only to do it again, and again, and again, her voice getting higher and higher with each deep thrust he made.

"Gods...can't...stop. Stop...I need - AH!"

He didn't stop. He wouldn't stop. She slumped forward under him, her front legs unable to support her weight as he hammered into her again and again. Her haunches sagged, but he was so big and so hard that his cock kept her up as he rutted her. His paws pressed down against the ground before her, anchoring him as he filled her, emptied her, and filled her again.

It didn't take long for their mixed juices to come running down her legs, and he growled as it made her slicker and wetter and hotter than ever. The wet, lewd sounds of him sliding into her, the way that she constantly clasped and squeezed down on him, pushed him closer and closer to the edge. His claws dug into the earth, keeping him in place as he sped up, thrusting harder, faster, deeper.

His knot grew, and throbbed as it bounced against her sex again and again. He knew that if he were to thrust in now, he'd cum, but he'd lock himself into her.

No...one more hole...tonight...

He pushed her over the edge to another orgasm, and as she squawked in pleasure, he pulled out...lined up...and slammed into her other hole.

MY AAAAAAAAAAAAASS!

Shaila had never had anything up there, ever. The gryphon had barely been bred in her proper hole before, and had never had anything shoved up there. If it weren't for the fact that she'd been in mid-orgasm, that the dragon's cock was wet and soaked with anything that they could find for it, she was pretty sure she would have been in the worst pain of her life.

As it was, it burned, it hurt, it stretched...And as that knot popped in, and her host came, she went over the edge into a waterfall of orgasms.

Shaila gasped and shivered, shaking and trembling as if in the middle of a fit as her body had one orgasm after another, her mind going blank in seconds. Her pussy clenched down on air, and her ass clenched down on that hot cock harder than ever. Even if the knot wasn't so huge, she was sure that she would have kept it in by the clenching of her muscles alone.

The gryphon gasped for breath, trying and failing to speak, to think. Her body was ravaged, used so hard...

And she loved it.

So...good...Dragons...so good...

She blushed as she had the thought. She was barely thinking at all, but she knew that there would be some...very new elements to her life from here on out. She doubted, very much, that gryphons would be able to give her this. To use her...to have her like this. And she'd need it, now that she knew how good it was.

A claw nudged her between her legs, and before she knew it, she was spreading them further, letting it slide in.

The next morning...

Rumiir smiled at the gryphon as she waddled down the caves of his lair, following after her with a casual gait. His balls, no longer so swollen, still tapped like a metronome between his hind legs, and his cock was slowly retreating back into his sheath, still damp from her fluids and his own.

"You were a good bitch, little chick."

"Mmmph...Thank you."

"You know, you're welcome to come back anytime. Same rules as before."

She blushed, but from behind, he could see how much she liked it. The body didn't lie, and that wasn't just his fluids coming out of her.

They reached the mountain slope, but before she could take off, Rumiir put a forepaw on her back. She turned, glancing back at him.

"Yes?"

"I want to make sure you heard me. You know you can come back anytime, under the same rules?"

"I know."

"Good. So when do I get to have you again?"

"What -"

He smirked, and she blushed.

"Okay, fine, I was going to come back again in a week..."

"Then I'll see you in two days."

"WHAT?!"

He smirked, lifting a hind leg, and smiled as her eyes were immediately drawn towards it. He flexed his cock, and she shivered.

"I know what I do to girls like you. You'll be back."

"...Probably."

"We'll see. Hehehe. See you later, little chick."

"See you later...big guy."

The End